Wallace glanced at Kelvin as they stood near the looming cave entrance, the wind chilling around them. “You ever heard the saying ‘nice guys finish last?’”

Kelvin nodded. “Of course. I’ve heard it plenty of times—mostly from TV and from jerks using it as an excuse.”

Wallace raised an eyebrow. “So, what do you think about it?”

Kelvin thought for a moment, his gaze drifting to the cave ahead, before replying. “I think people use it as a cop-out, but I see it as a challenge.”

“A challenge?” Wallace asked.

Kelvin nodded. “Yeah, it’s meant to push us. To demand change from ourselves and from the world around us.”

Wallace leaned against a rock, considering Kelvin’s words. “Change takes strength though, doesn’t it?”

“Not just strength,” Kelvin replied, his voice steady. “It takes courage, willpower, determination, and the bravery to stand up for what’s right, no matter the pressure.”

“Not many people have those qualities,” Wallace remarked with a hint of skepticism.

“I know,” Kelvin sighed. “That’s why corruption flourishes, and why bullies end up running the show.”

Wallace looked at him curiously. “If it’s easier to take the easy way out, why do you fight so hard?”

Kelvin’s gaze softened as he thought about Mica. “One day, Mica and I are going to be parents. I want our kids to look up to me and know that I always did the right thing.”

Wallace tilted his head. “Couldn’t you just lie about it?”

Kelvin shook his head. “Lies take too much energy. One leads to another, and soon, you’re drowning in them. That’s not a life I want to live.”

Wallace considered his words, his expression thoughtful. “Mica deserves that family more than I do,” Kelvin continued, his voice quieter. “He’s been through so much. Bullied all throughout school because his mom died giving birth to him…”

Wallace was silent for a moment before asking, “What about you? Haven’t you ever broken someone’s family?”

Kelvin’s expression darkened. “I destroyed someone’s chance of having a family… and shattered another in the process.”

Wallace’s eyes narrowed. “You’re talking about Mat.”

Kelvin nodded slowly. “Mat being reincarnated doesn’t erase what I did. I caused him unbearable pain, trauma… and in the end, I caused him to die. Nothing will ever fix that.”

Wallace’s voice was quiet but steady. “So what now? What do you want to do about it?”

Kelvin let out a bitter laugh. “What can I do? Walk up to Mat’s family and say, ‘Hey, remember when I made your son kill himself? Good news—he’s a rabbit now, and he’s gotten a rich ferret pregnant. Bet you didn’t think you’d have grandkids.’”

Wallace didn’t flinch. "Don't they deserve to know, even if they think it’s a sick joke?"

Kelvin paused, his expression hardening. “Maybe… but it still won’t fix what I did.”

Wallace met his gaze firmly. “Well, remember, you want to do the right thing now, not just be a coward bully.”

Kelvin nodded slowly, the words settling over him.

The cave entrance loomed large ahead of them, a shadow of the dangers and unknowns they were about to face, but there was something else still weighing on Kelvin’s heart. He turned his attention to Mica, who had been quiet, watching the exchange between him and Wallace.

“Mica,” Kelvin said, his voice trembling slightly, “before we go in, there’s something I need to get off my chest.”

Mica looked at him, the air between them heavy with anticipation. “What is it?”

“I need to apologize,” Kelvin said, drawing in a steadying breath. “For that first time we met. For forcing myself on you. I… I raped you, and I’ve hated myself for it ever since.”

Mica’s gaze softened as he listened, though a small, almost teasing smile tugged at his lips. “Kelvin, we’ve talked about this with Dr. Pine. Remember?”

Kelvin nodded, but the guilt remained etched in his features. “I know… but it doesn’t feel like I’ve said it enough. I hurt you, and I need you to know how deeply sorry I am.”

Mica reached out, taking Kelvin’s hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. “Dr. Pine taught us that an absence of ‘no’ doesn’t mean ‘yes.’ She told me I should always have a voice, no matter what relationship I’m in.” He squeezed Kelvin’s hand gently. “You’ve given me that voice, Kelvin. You’ve listened to me, and you’ve respected me. That’s more than enough.”

Kelvin’s heart tightened, relief and emotion washing over him in waves. He pulled Mica closer, resting his forehead against Mica’s. “I’ll never stop trying to make it up to you,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to,” Mica chuckled softly. “You’ve already shown me who you really are.”

Kelvin’s breath hitched, and before he could second-guess himself, he kissed Mica softly. It started as a tentative kiss, but it deepened quickly, becoming a wordless promise of love, forgiveness, and the future they were building together.

As they pulled away, breathless and flushed, Mica smiled up at him. “Do you trust me, Kelvin?”

“Always,” Kelvin replied without hesitation.

“Good,” Mica said, his voice softening as he guided Kelvin to the ground. “Then let me set the pace this time.”

Kelvin nodded, his heart pounding as Mica straddled his lap. Mica moved slowly, deliberately, his hands tracing the lines of Kelvin’s shoulders. Kelvin could feel the vulnerability in Mica’s movements, but also a quiet strength—strength they had built together over the years. Every touch, every motion was filled with purpose and trust.

Slowly, Mica lowered himself onto Kelvin’s length, his breath hitching as he adjusted. Kelvin’s hands gripped Mica’s hips, but he didn’t guide—he let Mica take the lead, setting the rhythm. Each movement was deliberate, filled with the control Mica had fought so hard to reclaim.

Kelvin watched Mica, absorbing every expression, every shudder, every hitch of breath. This wasn’t just about pleasure—it was about healing, about reclaiming what had once been taken from them. It was about their journey, their trust, and the love they had forged through years of struggle and understanding.

They moved together, their bodies aligned in a perfect rhythm that felt like it had been years in the making—because it had. Every breath, every subtle shift of Mica’s hips told the story of their shared past, the struggles they’d overcome, and the trust they’d built. Mica’s hands rested on Kelvin’s chest, his fingers splayed out, feeling the heat radiating from his fur. His movements were slow and deliberate, each roll of his hips sending a wave of pleasure coursing through them both.

Kelvin gazed up at Mica, his heart swelling with love as he watched Mica take control. It wasn’t just physical; it was emotional. They had shared so much—pain, joy, uncertainty—and this moment was a culmination of all of it. The way Mica moved, confident and sure, was a testament to how far they had come together.

Kelvin’s hands gripped Mica’s hips, not to control but to feel, to ground himself in the reality of the moment. His touch was light, letting Mica dictate the pace, the intensity. Mica leaned forward slightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps, his lips parted as he concentrated on the sensations building between them. Every motion was filled with purpose, the steady rocking of his body against Kelvin’s making both of them shudder with pleasure.

“God, Mica,” Kelvin murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re amazing.”

Mica’s eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back slightly, exposing the soft curve of his neck as he moved faster. The way their bodies fit together, the friction between them, sent a thrill through Kelvin’s entire body. He could feel the heat pooling in his core, the pressure building with each of Mica’s thrusts. But it wasn’t just about the physical pleasure—there was something deeper, more profound in the way they moved together, like two halves of a whole finally finding balance.

Mica’s hands slid down to Kelvin’s shoulders, his claws digging in slightly as he picked up the pace. His body trembled as he rode Kelvin, his breath catching in his throat every time their hips met. Kelvin’s gaze never left Mica’s face, absorbing every expression, every flicker of emotion that passed across his features.

“Mica,” Kelvin breathed, his voice trembling with both need and love. His hands slid up Mica’s back, pulling him closer as he pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, his lips brushing over the damp fur. Mica gasped at the contact, his fingers tightening on Kelvin’s shoulders as his body shuddered with pleasure.

The heat between them grew, their movements more frantic now, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. Mica’s breath came in short, ragged bursts, his body arching as he gave in to the sensations, riding Kelvin harder, faster. Kelvin’s hands gripped Mica’s hips more tightly, his body responding to the rising tension, the way Mica’s body felt so perfectly wrapped around him.

“Kelvin,” Mica gasped, his voice tight with desperation. “I need you…”

Kelvin’s heart clenched at the sound of Mica’s voice, the raw vulnerability in his tone. He tightened his grip on Mica, his own breath coming in short, uneven bursts as he met Mica’s rhythm, his hips lifting off the ground with every thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, but it was the emotional connection—the knowledge that this was about more than just the physical act—that made the moment so powerful.

Mica’s body trembled, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared the edge. His fingers clawed at Kelvin’s shoulders, his breath catching in his throat as he rocked against him, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Kelvin could feel it too, the heat coiling in his stomach, ready to burst at any moment, but he held back, letting Mica take what he needed, letting him be in control.

“I love you,” Mica whispered, his voice barely audible as he pressed his forehead to Kelvin’s. “I love you so much…”

Kelvin’s chest tightened, his heart swelling with love as he held Mica close, his lips brushing over Mica’s as they shared a breathless kiss. “I love you too,” Kelvin murmured against Mica’s lips, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”

Their movements grew more frantic, the air around them charged with the intensity of the moment. Mica’s body tensed, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he pushed himself closer and closer to the brink. Kelvin could feel it too, the pressure building inside him, but he held back, waiting, letting Mica take him there.

And then, Mica’s body shuddered violently, his lips parting in a soft cry as he reached his climax, his entire body trembling in Kelvin’s arms. Kelvin held him tight, his own release following soon after, the pleasure crashing over him in waves as he spilled deep inside Mica, their bodies locked together in perfect harmony.

For a long moment, they stayed like that—Kelvin’s arms wrapped tightly around Mica, both of them breathless and trembling, their hearts pounding in sync. The world around them seemed to disappear, and all that mattered was the two of them, together.

Then, as Mica came down from his high, a quiet thought crossed his mind, and his movements slowed. His breathing still uneven, he looked down at Kelvin with a shadow of doubt in his eyes. That’s when Kelvin whispered:

“Mica,” his voice thick with emotion, “You’re incredible.”

But Mica’s lips, though curled in a small smile, couldn’t hide the sadness that hadn’t been there before. His hips stilled, his body pausing as the weight of his thoughts caught up to him. “Kelvin… I need to say something,” he whispered, his voice trembling, the intensity of the moment giving way to something more vulnerable.

Kelvin’s brows knitted in concern, his hands instinctively tightening their hold on Mica’s waist. “What is it?” he asked softly.

Mica lowered his gaze, his fingers absently tracing lazy circles on Kelvin’s chest. “We talked about this yesterday, and you said it was fine,” he began, voice unsteady. “But… I feel like I hurt you.” He swallowed hard, his body tense. “I didn’t guide you, or tell you what I wanted. I just sat there as you held me, your cock inside me, and said nothing.”

Kelvin’s heart clenched, his chest tightening as Mica’s vulnerability hit him hard. He reached up, cupping Mica’s cheek gently, guiding his gaze upward so their eyes met. “Mica, you didn’t hurt me,” Kelvin said softly, his voice steady. “I was quiet because I didn’t want to pressure you. I wanted you to feel safe, to know that I’d wait for you—however long you needed.”

Mica’s breath shook, his eyes flickering down to where their bodies were still connected. “If I guided you… or told you what I wanted,” he whispered, his voice laced with regret, “you could have climaxed instead of losing hardness inside me… not blowing your seed.”

Kelvin’s heart ached at Mica’s raw honesty. His thumb brushed gently over Mica’s cheek as he responded, “Mica, it’s not about that. I didn’t need to climax. What mattered to me was that you felt safe, that you felt in control. That’s what’s important.”

Tears welled up in Mica’s eyes, but he blinked them away quickly, a small, grateful smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “For always being patient. For letting me find my way.”

Kelvin nodded, his eyes soft as he pulled Mica close, their foreheads resting against each other. “You never have to thank me for that, Mica,” he murmured, his hands gliding up and down Mica’s back in soothing strokes. “We’re in this together. I’m here for you, always.”

Mica smiled through the lingering tears in his eyes, his fingers brushing against Kelvin’s chest as he shifted, his body still connected to Kelvin’s. He took a deep breath, grounding himself in the warmth of Kelvin’s embrace, and slowly, he began to move again.

This time, the pace was slower, more deliberate—every movement was purposeful, filled with the tenderness they had always shared but now laced with something deeper. They weren’t just two people making love—they were two hearts that had found their way back to each other over and over again, no matter the challenges they faced.

Kelvin’s hands slid down Mica’s sides, his grip gentle but firm, guiding him but letting Mica keep control. Every roll of Mica’s hips sent shivers through Kelvin’s body, and the way Mica’s breath hitched with each movement only heightened the intensity between them. The air around them was thick with emotion, the unspoken words hanging between them as their bodies moved together, each thrust a testament to the love they shared.

Kelvin’s gaze never left Mica’s face. He wanted to memorize every detail—the way Mica’s lips parted with a soft gasp, the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the way his body moved so gracefully, so naturally against his own. It was as if they were made for each other, their bodies and hearts fitting together perfectly.

Mica’s hands gripped Kelvin’s shoulders for balance, his fingers digging in slightly as the pleasure built between them again. His breath came in soft pants, and every now and then, he’d let out a quiet moan that sent sparks of heat through Kelvin’s entire body. The way Mica moved was almost hypnotic, each rise and fall of his hips drawing them both closer to the edge, but neither was in a hurry. They wanted to savor this—to hold onto the feeling for as long as they could.

“You feel so good,” Kelvin whispered, his voice rough with emotion. He leaned up slightly, capturing Mica’s lips in a slow, tender kiss. Their lips moved together in perfect sync, just like their bodies, the kiss filled with all the love and trust they had built over the years.

Mica moaned softly against Kelvin’s mouth, his body trembling with pleasure as he rode him with more urgency now. His movements became more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the sensations overwhelmed him. Kelvin could feel it too—the tension coiling in his stomach, the heat building with every thrust.

“I’m close,” Mica whispered, his voice tight with need as his hands slid up to cup Kelvin’s face, his thumbs brushing over Kelvin’s cheekbones. His hips moved faster, more desperate now, chasing the pleasure that was just within reach.

Kelvin’s hands gripped Mica’s waist more tightly, his own breath coming in short, uneven bursts as he lifted his hips to meet Mica’s rhythm. “Let go,” he murmured, his voice thick with love and desire. “I’m right here with you.”

Mica’s body tensed, his breath catching in his throat as his climax hit him hard, his entire body shaking with the force of it. He cried out softly, his fingers tightening on Kelvin’s fur as he rode out the waves of pleasure that coursed through him. Kelvin watched, his heart swelling with love as he held Mica close, his own release following soon after. The sensation of spilling deep inside Mica, combined with the emotional intensity of the moment, sent him over the edge, his hips bucking up as he shuddered with pleasure.

For a long moment, they stayed like that—Kelvin’s arms wrapped tightly around Mica, both of them breathless and trembling, their hearts pounding together in perfect sync. The world outside seemed distant and unimportant; all that mattered was the connection they shared, the love they had fought so hard to protect and nurture.

Mica collapsed against Kelvin’s chest, his breath still coming in shallow gasps as he recovered from the intensity of his climax. Kelvin stroked his back gently, his fingers tracing lazy patterns in Mica’s fur as they both calmed down, their bodies still connected, still tangled together in the aftermath.

“You okay?” Kelvin asked softly, his voice filled with concern and tenderness as he pressed a kiss to Mica’s temple.

Mica nodded against him, a tired but content smile playing on his lips. “More than okay,” he murmured, his voice soft but steady. “I’m with you.”

Kelvin smiled, his heart swelling with affection as he kissed the top of Mica’s head. “I’m with you too,” he whispered. “Always.”

They lay there together, their bodies still entangled as the cool night air washed over them. The cave entrance loomed in the distance, but it didn’t feel as threatening now. They had faced so much darkness together, and every time, they had come out stronger on the other side. Kelvin tightened his hold on Mica, his chest rising and falling in time with Mica’s as they both settled into the quiet, peaceful silence.

“I think Dr. Pine would be proud of us,” Mica said after a while, his voice light and teasing, though there was still a hint of emotion beneath it.

Kelvin chuckled softly, his fingers brushing through Mica’s fur. “She’d definitely say we’ve made progress,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to Mica’s forehead.

Mica looked up at him, his eyes shining with love and hope. “I feel it too, Kelvin. We’re getting better, stronger.”

Kelvin nodded, his chest swelling with pride and love. “We are,” he said softly, his voice filled with certainty. “And no matter what happens, we’ll keep getting stronger—together.”

Mica smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly, their lips meeting in a tender, lingering kiss. When they finally pulled away, Mica rested his head on Kelvin’s chest, his fingers tracing idle patterns in his fur.

“I guess that means we’re ready for whatever comes next,” Mica murmured, his voice full of quiet confidence.

Kelvin looked up at the cave entrance, the darkness inside no longer intimidating. “Yeah,” he said softly, his hand resting on Mica’s back. “We’re ready.”

And as they lay there, their bodies still entwined, Kelvin knew that no matter what challenges awaited them in the future, they would face them together. Because as long as they had each other, they could face anything.
