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A deep rumble resonated in Sylus’ chest, and I looked up at him, my frown becoming more and more evident.
“What’s so funny?” I barked, pushing up from where I was seated against his chest. Sylus smiled, grabbing at my arms, and pulling me back towards him, gentle fingers tracing my chin, my lips.
“You’re so cute when you pout.”
I rolled my eyes, fighting him, but he only laughed harder, pulling me tighter.
“I’m serious, Sylus. I’m seething with rage and you’re laughing.”
He hummed, and I watched his throat bob, eyes full of mirth.
“I’m sorry, kitten, I guess I just don’t believe that you’re done with that little love-sick puppy. It’s only a matter of time until you two talk again.”
“No, it’s been two weeks. He hasn’t called. He hasn’t texted—he’s been avoiding me, spending more and more time with the Fleet and I know it’s because of our stupid fight.”
“Well then maybe you should call him?”
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms.
“No, I’m done chasing him around like some little—”
Sylus chuckled, bending down to kiss the tip of my brow.
“He’ll call, kitten.”
“And if he does? I won’t answer.”
“If only that were true,” he said softly, his voice trailing off. I looked up at him.
“You hate him, don’t you?”
Sylus paused, a small smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.
“I’m not thrilled at his sudden entrance,” he gave me a knowing look, “ into our lives. And we already have quite the household to manage—” he looked over, his eyebrow raised at Rafayel and Xavier fighting over the last bag of chips in the pantry.
Zayne sighed loudly from across the couch, his fingers typing up the latest report.
“He’s right, we really don’t need another stray,” He said, his eyes never moving from the computer screen. “Plus he’s… possessive. I don’t like it.”
I rolled my eyes.
“No more than the rest of you.”
“Hey!” Rafayel called from the kitchen, having successfully won the battle, a mouthful of potato chips hanging from his mouth. “I am not possessive—”
He was shoved by Xavier, who in his sudden use of force, successfully wrestled the bag out of his grasp.
“You’re the worst one,” Xavier said, an exasperated tone laced in his voice. He smiled triumphantly, throwing a chip into his mouth.
“Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself?” Zayne challenged, raising his eyes to stare pointedly in the blond-haired man's direction.
Xavier only shrugged, suddenly looking very small and unassuming in his large, oversized sweatshirt. He came over to the couch, and motioned for Sylus and I to make room.
We shifted, and I pushed my body further into Sylus’ hard lines, taking advantage of the sudden proximity. Xavier nestled his head into my lap, drawing small circles into my thighs.
It soothed him.
I smiled, and brought my fingers into his hair, watching the way his eyes closed instantaneously.
“You coddle him,” Sylus cooed above me.
“Yes, too much so.” Rafayel’s voice came moments before the attack. Suddenly, he had jumped onto the three of us, his long limbs stretched out on the couch in dominance. We all groaned, and Sylus stood from the couch.
Zayne chuckled softly across from us, his eyes never leaving the computer screen. The soft tap tap tap of the keys filled my ears as he spoke.
“And you want another one,” Zayne said, a tone of light disapproval set in his tone. Sylus hummed in agreement.
“She’s so greedy.” The words were scolding, but the desire laced in his tone was undeniable. Somewhere underneath, I had the feeling that he wanted another one too. Another thing to collect.
To spoil.
To revel in all his desires with.
A small, knowing smile danced onto my lips as we shared a glance. The soft glow of his aether core hummed as our eyes met, our souls merging, our desires consuming.
The other half of my soul broke away first, arms crossed, speaking to Zayne more so than the rest of us.
“He’ll call.”
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help the small smile from forming on my face.
~*~
He called.
It was a Sunday morning, and I was wrapped sleepily in arms, legs and torsos. The vibrations of my cell phone buzzing loudly on the sidetable, woke Xavier first, then Sylus.
But it was Zayne, already awake, already dressed, who walked over to the glass sidetable, his delicate hands reaching for the phone. Caleb’s contact photo smiled down at me as I groggily reached for it, sliding the phone up to my ear.
Rafayel groaned as I shifted, and returned to his position right between my breasts. He smiled, sleepily, falling back asleep between his two favorite pillows.
“Hello?”
Sylus, now awake, shifted so that his back was against the headboard, quietly listening.
“Pipsqueak? Are ya still asleep?”
I turned my head, taking care not to disturb the sleeping lemurian on my chest, and noticed the clock’s big, angry numbers.
“I’m awake—but Caleb, it’s six am. Is something wrong?”
I heard a soft chuckle on the other line, replaced by an awkward silence.
“Yeah, sorry I woke ya, huh. Anyway, I just called because I… I missed you. Wanted to hear your voice.”
“Well, enjoy the raspy sounds of my morning voice,” I laughed, sliding a hand over my eyes. “I missed you, too.”
“Told you,” Sylus hummed above me, a satisfied lilt to his voice. “Love sick puppy.”
I glanced at him, a faux-annoyed glance, and turned back to the voice on the phone.
“Come over.”
“Are…” he seemed uncertain, “are the others there?”
An uncomfortable silence settled between us before Rafayel, face still pressed between my breasts, shouted for Caleb to hear:
“Of course we’re here, dumbass, I-” I smacked his arm, “—ow.”
“Oh, they’re with you right now…” Caleb’s voice trailed off on the other line. He sounded disappointed.
“Tell him he can come over but he’s not getting you to yourself,” Xavier said quietly, from my left. His leg was still wrapped around my thigh, his warmth radiating into me.
“Xavier says you can come over.”
From across the room, Zayne carefully put on his watch, our eyes meeting in the large, full-length mirror.
“I want him gone by the time I come home, “ his voice was low, in warning. “No sleepovers.”
I rolled my eyes, but was too afraid to push it.
“Sylus?” I raised my eyes to him, and felt a slow, warm pulse when his carmine eyes met mine. He smirked.
“I don’t see why he can’t come, but Zayne is right. If he overstays his welcome, he’ll find we can be quite punishing in our hospitality.”
Xavier smirked and pulled my thigh closer to him, possessively. Rafayel, still resting on top of me—eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, lingered on our every word.
I leaned down and kissed him, right on the nose. He grinned, but didn’t open his eyes.
“Caleb, just come over. We can talk.” I said into the phone.
There was more silence on the other line, and for a moment I thought he would reject me altogether until—
A deep sigh.
“I get off at three, I’ll swing by.”
He hung up the phone before I could even say goodbye.
~*~
He sat across from me at the kitchen table, his colonel uniform still on him, the hat twirling awkwardly, between his fingers.
“So…”
I set down two warm cups of tea onto the table before us, leaning back into my chair.
“So.” I mimicked, bringing the cup up to my lips.
The others agreed to leave us alone to our devices—but I was quite certain at least one of them was hovering around the door, listening.
“How have you been?” He asked, bringing his own cup, to do the same. ”How’s the harem life?”
“Stop, Caleb. I’m not doing this with you.”
“Not doing what?” He laughed, but the annoyance was back—a quick flash in his violet eyes. A fervent reminder that one moment he was my Caleb, and someone else’s, the next.
Ever’s soldier. The Farspace Fleet’s Colonel.
And sometimes, there was so very little about him that I recognized.
“Caleb, I don’t want to fight but—”
“But?” I watched my reflection in the hard set of his irises. The same exact violet of my eyes, but harder.
Colder.
I reached out a hand to his sleeve, and brushed the buttons on his uniform. His gaze looked down, and for a moment I thought he would recoil —
but there he was again, my Caleb.
And his violet eyes were on me, and his hands were on my arms, rubbing, soothing.
“I don’t want to fight, pips. I’m here because I don’t want to fight anymore. But you’ve gotta understand that,” his eyes cooled, by just a fraction, “this isn’t exactly easy for me.”
My fingers found his, and I threaded our hands bringing our joined knuckles to my lips, kissing the tops of them.
“I know,” I kissed. “I know and I’m sorry, I’m sorry about all of it, I just—”
He watched me with such softness that my chest tightened in its cavity. I didn’t want to cry.
“The pipsqueak I know was just mine,” Caleb said softly. “And I know a lot of things have changed and I don’t have a right to.. to expect it to go back to the way it was but… I dunno. I’m not exactly the sharing type. I’ve always been the one to take care of you.”
His voice deepened, by just a fraction.
“Always.”
I pulled our hands away, feeling a sadness bloom into the space where desperation had just been. A longing.
“Is it…” I turned my eyes towards his steaming cup, watching the vapors frame his hat. “Is it so bad if there’s other people to do that now? To take care of me?”
The silence that greeted me was awful.
I watched the violet dull in his eyes, but this time, it was still my Caleb. Still my brother.
Still my….
what was he, exactly?
Two lab rats, raised by the same woman who forced us into the cell. Two halves of the same whole, two children who had nothing else to turn to, but each other.
If Sylus was half of my soul, Caleb was the flesh and bones beneath.
“I've got to go,” Caleb said, and stood from the table, hands already reaching for his hat.
“Caleb, wait—”
“No, it’s too hard.” His eyes met mine and I saw it: his heart breaking, right in front of me.
I grabbed his cuff links, pulling onto his sleeves.
“Caleb, please, wait.” I breathed, burrowing my face into his uniform. I felt the threat of tears—hot and vicious, at the back of my throat.
The door was already opening, Rafayel, already entering:
“Cutie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying—”
Caleb stilled at the sight of the purple-haired man, his body stiff, and hardening. Gently, he pried my fingers from his chest, pushing me away.
“I’ve got to go,” he repeated.
He grabbed his hat and walked out of the kitchen, never once glancing back.
I cried into Rafayel’s apron, not noticing the paint that had smeared itself onto my cheeks, not caring about anything at all, except the look in Caleb’s eyes when I asked him:
Is it so bad that there’s other people that care about me, too?
~*~
Zayne listened as I recounted the event with Caleb, later that night. I was curled into his lap, my cheek pressed against his warm chest, his hands running gently through my hair.
He kissed my temple when I started crying again, and despite the coldness of his lips, I felt warmer, somehow, inside.
Xavier sat on the floor, near my ankles, listening. He was quietly seething at the whole thing, but for my sake, he said nothing.
Sylus had given me space. It was what Sylus knew best. If I had been the one to ask, to have wanted it—he would be the one kissing my tears right now, rubbing circles into my back.
But I had gone to my room, and locked the door. Had screamed when the others began knocking, pleading, begging for me to open it.
I only relented when Zayne’s voice broke through the wood, from the other side.
“Baby, open up.”
He was still in his white coat, the smell of antiseptic and something sterile, on his flesh. The hospital had grown a home inside of him; replaced nearly everything human about him apart from maybe…
Me.
He hardly ever called me baby. Hardly ever used that soft, dulcet tone. I melted into him, the moment the door opened.
“What happened?” He asked into my hair, his arms strong, and warm, and he was lifting me into his lap, he was shifting us onto the bed—and I was rambling, crying, incoherent and nearly incapable of breathing—
until his hands, warm and beautiful, administered their healing onto my wounds.
I cried into his chest until Xavier— sheepful, quiet, unassuming—had crept into the room and sat at the foot of the bed.
When I was done, Zayne was quiet for a moment, the low light of the fireplace glinting off his eyeglasses in the dark.
“You know what you have to do.”
I wiped at my cheeks, hot and puffy.
“No.”
“And if he never accepts it, my darling? What will you do then?”
“He has to. I—” I began crying again, “I can’t live without him, Zayne. I can’t—”
He shushed me gently, bringing my face back into his chest. A small hand curled around my ankle, gently resting against my foot.
I broke away to look at him, my blond-haired prince looking sadly up at me from the floor.
“I know I am cruel and selfish—insatiable in my greed and the most spoiled person on this earth— but, Xavier,” His large blue eyes reflected mine, “ I can’t live without Caleb.”
“We know,” Zayne said softly, his voice low.
Xavier toyed with the threads of the carpet before saying, sadly:
“He’s your other half, starlight. Of course you can’t.”
~*~
He started slow, his lips finding the shape of my jaw, then the curve of my neck, down down. He kissed the divot of my collarbone, his lips igniting a fire into my belly that only bloomed the further his lips traveled along my skin.
Xavier was here too, already making a home for himself in the shape of my thighs, already spreading them slightly, kissing his way closer and closer to my core.
Zayne’s lips reach my breasts, palming one, reaching for the other. They pebbled underneath his touch and then he was dipping his mouth, he was sucking my nipple into his mouth, all while Xavier peppered star shaped kisses into the thin fabric of my thong.
He removed it, carefully, pushing it to the side.
And when his mouth met my wetness, I moaned.
Zayne’s mouth grew needier, his hands playing with one nipple while he sucked on the other, his warmth pulling me further and further to him.
My hands reached for his hair and I pulled his mouth to mine, desperate to taste him. Another moan escaped my lips as Xavier, impatient, pressed his tongue to my clit, and sucked.
He licked a long stripe, up the middle, and my toes curled, the pleasure building. I felt Zayne’s hardness throbbing against my stomach, and I reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, my hands already reaching, already grabbing.
I moaned again when my hands met with his warm, hot cock. It felt heavy against my hand and when he lowered his pants even further, the tip of his cock pressed against my lips, precum spilling over the slit.
I stuck my tongue out and licked it, and relished in the way his eyes closed, low and hooded, as I began to bob my head.
Xavier’s tongue curled circles into my cunt, the rhythm slow but quickly gaining speed and I felt the fireflies in my belly grow hungrier, needier— wanting more of his hands, his mouth, his cock.
My hands reached for his hair, and I threaded my fingers into the strands as he licked and sucked closer and closer to my breaking point.
Zayne pressed his cock further down my throat and I gagged, and he chuckled, low and deep.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Take more of my cock, you can do it.”
Tears bristled at my lashline, the feeling so deep and full that I wasn’t sure if I could do it, but he was already grabbing my head, already anchoring himself, and I sucked deeper.
“Fuck,” he whispered quietly, and closed his eyes to savor the feeling.
White, hot stars burst across my vision when Xavier’s tongue hit a particular spot, over and over.
I screamed against Zayne’s cock, my cunt unable to hold on anymore. The wetness hit Xavier’s cheeks, his jaw, his mouth, and like a devil, he dove back for more, unsatisfied.
He rode my high with me, curling his tongue against my clit as Zayne pulled himself slowly off my lips, replacing it with his own, kissing me, praising me, talking me through it.
“That’s it my darling, come apart for us. You’re doing so well—come on his face again.”
Xavier’s tongue, pressed far inside me now, sucking out every last bit of me, Zayne’s beautiful face inches from mine as he licked my lips, bit them, sucked them, his other hand still stroking himself—
I shattered.
And Zayne followed soon after, white hot ropes of cum hitting my cheeks, my nose, my lashes.
He groaned, his eyes closed tightly shut, as he stroked himself, and I leaned forward to catch the rest.
It hit my tongue and I moaned, savoring the flavor, the feeling of him, so neatly coming undone, the muscles of his abdomen squeezing as he pulsed through his own pleasure.
He looked so pretty when he let himself come undone.
Xavier pulled off my core with a pop, and my legs trembled from overstimulation. “Fuck, you’re mean,” I panted, smiling devilishly as he sat back onto his knees, examining his work.
I had squirted all over his face, his neck, his chest— the cum dripping down onto the sheets and blankets below our knees.
He smiled a wicked smile, his eyes full of contentment.
“You’re not done,” He breathed, and palmed himself through his jeans.
I watched his cock, hard and wanting, tent through the fabric. A new fire bloomed into my belly, just at the sight.
“Well, well. I leave to buy you a present and come home to an utter mess,” Sylus crooned from the doorway, his eyebrow raised but there was no denying the desire in his eye, soft and glowing with his aether core.
I smiled, panting while Zayne bent to wipe his cum, gently off my face. His touch was, featherlight.
“What sort of present?” I breathed, loving the way Zayne’s eyes softened as the washcloth reached my lips, his touch growing gentler and gentler.
Sylus shifted, revealing his hands and the large, purple, stuffed teddy bear sitting neatly in his embrace.
“Since you couldn’t make it to the claw machine today, I figured I’d make the trip for you.”
I shrieked, my hands already reaching, already desperate for the new, rare find that I would add to my collection. Sylus approached, his hands warm and soft, his lips bending down to kiss the top of my head.
“Put that away, starboy,” Sylus clicked his tongue at Xavier’s cock, hot and heavy in his hand.
“You interrupted us.” Xavier said, a lilt of annoyance in his tone.
“It’s fine, we can finish after dessert,” Zayne said, already dressing and buttoning his shirt.
“What dessert?” Xavier was the one to ask now, his brows threaded in genuine curiosity.
Sylus grinned, his hand snaking around to grab the other man’s cock, and Xavier’s eyes bloomed when Sylus’ thumb swiped, wiping at the precum already pooling there.
“Creme fraiche cake,starboy,” Sylus’ tone was deep as gravel, yet oddly tender, “your favorite.”
~*~
I padded up the stairs, towards Rafayel’s room.
Knock, knock.
Silence greeted me, and for a second I thought that maybe he’d gone to his studio to paint until—
“It’s open.”
I pushed the door open with my elbow, my other hand taking care not to drop the paper plate with creme fraiche cake sitting prettily in its center.
He was pouting.
He sat on the edge of the balcony railing, the sliding door wide open, his back turned toward me.
I slid through the glass door, balancing the paper plate in one hand.
“Here, Sylus brought cake.” I said, extending the plate towards him.
“Oh, finally remembered about me, did you.” He said.
“Rafie, of course we remember you, what are you even saying—”
“Only that it’s been hours since I’ve seen you— you ignored me when I tried to come to you, and don’t act like I didn’t hear the things going on in your room earlier— and now you expect me to eat your traitorous cake.” He huffed, the moonlight hitting the purple of his hair, bleaching it white.
“Fishie, baby, please don’t be that way. I brought you sweets.”
He turned his face so that I could see his side profile, a thin, dark brow rising in a singular question.
“What kind of cake is it?”
I hid the smile threatening to escape from behind my lips.
“Creme-fraiche.”
He turned back around, aloof.
“If it were red velvet, I would be interested.”
I laughed, my hands reaching towards his face, cupping his cheeks.
“Rafie, my heart, would you just please take my peace offering? I’m sorry I locked you out. I— I was crying, earlier.”
He turned towards me, gentle hands grasping at the paper plate. He set it down onto the balcony’s stone railing, his body leaned forwards towards me in half-invitation.
“You let Zayne in.” He rolled his eyes. “And that stupid alien.”
I raised a brow. “Raf, you’re a mermaid.”
He gasped in mock-horror.
“I’m a Lemurian, cutie. How fucking dare you.”
I laughed, reaching toward him, my hands sneakily snaking around his neck. He resisted, putting on an act, cheeks puffed.
“Baby, I’m sorry. Forgive me.” I kissed his lips— a chaste, soft kiss. His tongue parted my lips, quickly diving for more, and I shrieked— pulling away.
“Raf! That was a forgiveness kiss, not a sex kiss!”
He rolled his eyes, “If you want forgiveness, then maybe you should be offering me sex.”
I swatted at him, but he was faster—- grabbing both hands and snaking me closer. Fire bloomed around my waist, a leash of his own creation, trapping me to his torso. His breath hit my nose, and he laughed, a wild look blooming into his eyes.
It was so easy to forget this other side—the deadly, fire-wielding assassin hiding in the shell of a sassy, purple-haired artist.
“I want a sex kiss, cutie,” He said, his voice dark. “Not that pity shit.”
He pulled on the leash, and the fire nipped at my hips. I gasped at the slight shock of pain.
“What do you want, Raf?” My tone was even, but I knew he felt the stutter of my heart inside my chest—my breasts were pressed up against him, his leash punishing.
“A sexy little kiss.”
I felt a flutter in my core, and leaned upwards, my lips meeting his. It started slow, and grew hungrier, our lips moving in tandem. His mouth parted mine further, slipping his tongue. I welcomed it greedily, sucking on his bottom lip and pressing my core towards him.
He smiled, his hand already traveling underneath my skirt, up my thigh and to my—
I gasped, and immediately moaned as his hands met my folds. The wetness, loud and filthy, pressed heat into my ears.
He laughed.
“I knew it. I knew you were wet already. I could smell it when you walked into the room.”
“Raf,” I whined, and pressed my forehead to his shoulder as he began to move, circling the sensitive spot, pushing the pad of his thumb back and forth in a rhythmic motion.
“Hmmm?” His breath ghosted my ear as he laughed. “Use your words, cutie. Tell me what you want.”
“I want…” I felt my breath stutter as his fingers worked quicker, and the sounds—lewd and vile— were too loud to be mistaken for anything else.
I gushed around his fingers, another wave of want firing through me.
“You want?” He asked, and stuck a finger in, fluttering it right at the entrance. He kept pace, deepening the rhythm, and my eyes glazed over, not able to concentrate on anything else.
“You want to come?” He asked darkly, his tone merciless.
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say you want to come.”
“I want to come.”
He pulled his finger out instantly, raising it up between our faces. It glistened, filthy and wet, underneath the moonlight. His eyes darkened at the sight of my slick, wet and wanting, dripping down his index finger.
“Beg for it.”
My dignity crumbled instantly.
“Please, please let me come.” I whined, fidgeting at the loss of his fingers. “Please.”
His eyes became cruel.
“Call me daddy.”
I scrunched my nose, defiant. He shoved a finger back in, pulsing it in and out…in and out and fuck—
“Please, daddy, please let me come.”
He smirked, moving faster.
“That’s what I thought. ”
He watched me as pleasure soared against my nerve-endings, firing in all directions. It started in my belly and bloomed, little by little to my spine, my fingers, my tongue.
I moaned so fucking loud, it would have been humiliating if not for the utter pleasure exploding across the cells in my organs. My eyes rolled as his fingers pumped in and out of me, chasing my release. I came, squirting all over his fingers, gushing all over my thighs, dripping onto the sleek, black of his dress shoes.
“That’s it, cutie. That’s my girl.”
He fucked me through my high, easing me slowly until I was a hot, panting mess— soaked through, and fucked-out, my mind reeling.
He gave a quick, chaste kiss to my lips.
“You’re forgiven.”
I laughed, pressing a small hand to his chest, to stabilize myself. The fire leash was still holding me to him, keeping me upright.
He brought his slick-coated finger up to my lips, his rose-colored eyes that of a fiend.
“Eat it.”
The command was given— rough, low, deep. I knew better than to disobey.
I stuck my tongue out, closed my lips over his digit and sucked, tasting myself. He smiled devilishly, and pulled out, swiping at my thighs, scooping up more of my release.
He pressed the finger to my lips again, but when I went to open, he moved, shoving it inside his own mouth instead. He smiled.
“Mmm,” he said darkly, finally satisfied.
“Leagues better than that stupid cake.”
~*~
Thirty minutes later, flushed cheeks, and sticky thighs, I padded softly towards the large, master bathroom, desperately in need of a shower.
I had found Sylus, wet-haired, and in a towel, gently applying aftershave at the sink, his eyes narrowing and a fiendish smirk instantly appearing on his handsome features.
“You reek of him.”
I stifled a groan, rolling my eyes and went to the shower door, already opening it, when a dark red energy orb reached out and grabbed me by the ankle.
“Sylussss,” I whined, “I need to shower.”
He chuckled softly, pulling on the orb, and in seconds I was suddenly in his arms, pressed against his chest, his chest rumbling with a dark, amused laugh.
“So stinky.”
“Then let me shower,” I huffed, but couldn’t help the smile forming on my face when he leaned down, his mouth already on my earlobe, already peppering kisses down my jaw, and finding that particular spot on my neck.
“Let’s shower together,” he said, his voice a dark, low hum as he sucked a mark into his favorite spot, inching downwards.
“But you already showered,” I said softly, my hands finding the hard lines of his chest, roaming the planes of his abdomen, lower, lower.
He chuckled when I found my favorite spot.
“I want to wash that landfish off of you,” Sylus said into my ear, and I knew he was only slightly joking.
“I gasped when his hands found the curve of my ass, grabbing a fistful. He smiled devilishly.
I smirked, meeting the red of his eyes.
“But he makes me cum so prettily,” I said, my voice low and teasing. Something dark and hungry bloomed in the set of his irises, and I shrieked when a large, rough hand came down, hot and punishing onto my left ass cheek.
He smiled, accepting the challenge.
He backed me into the shower, his towel already falling to the tiled floors, his hands already wandering, exploring, claiming.
Everything about Sylus was a claiming. He wasn’t soft, or devotional, or nurturing in the way we had sex.
It was something more primal. Something born from desperation, mixed with an ancient longing. Something older.
Hungrier.
Obsessive.
And I reveled in it.
He held my face between his thumb and index finger, controlling my jaw. Every time I reached for him, he stilled me, clicking his tongue.
Only he was allowed to touch me, controlling the rules of the game. I whined, desperate to touch him, to taste him. Feel him in my bloodstream.
There was something carnal that Sylus bloomed inside of me; slack jawed and whimpering against the wet, slick tiles of the bathroom. He fucked me, hands pinned behind my back, and when my legs startled trembling—when I screamed, my orgasm hot and blistering, he muffled my screams by shoving my cheek further into the tiled wall, the cold biting at my skin.
He was in one of his fiendish moods, and enjoyed making me come by his cock alone. No mouth, no fingers. Just the sheer force of his cock pulsing against the soft, fluttering walls of my core until I came undone, like putty in his hands.
I was always putty in his fucking hands.
I screamed, my legs turning to jelly, and started to slip downwards, but his hands were already there, already lifting me, already scooping me into the warmth of his chest, peppering kisses into my forehead.
“Shhhh,” his lips found my temple, my hair, soothing sweet praises into the crown of my head.
“Don’t scream so loud, baby,” he chuckled, and I felt it reverberate against my ribcage, “you’ll make them all barge in here, uninvited.”
I smiled, my eyes closed, still on some distant, faraway planet.
“They’re kind of invited,” I said weakly, feeling the bed dip as Sylus laid us both down, my ass in his lap, my head splayed against his shoulder.
He petted my hair, wrapping me in a fresh, large towel.
“Sleep.” He said, and I felt my body curl towards him, like he was a fire, warming me.
“Will you beherewheniwakeah?” I mumbled into his chest, my voice fading.
He laughed. “What was that?”
“Will you be here,” I repeated, trying to remember the next words, “when I…”
He interrupted me, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to my lips. It was so tender, I felt it resonate somewhere deep inside me, where something ancient reached to answer him.
His ministrations resumed to my hair, gently soothing me to dreamland.
“Of course.”
I hummed, fading further and further into the promise of night.
“Always.”
~*~
It was night when I woke again, the gentle humming of Sylus’ voice waking me from a deep sleep. He was humming a tune, some sort of sonata, its notes melancholy but not altogether unpleasant, and I peered up at him from my eyelashes, still one foot in dreamland, one foot here.
“He smiled, as I wriggled, bending down to press a soft, tender kiss on my lips.
“It’s still early; sleep, kitten.” He said, his notes peaceful, despite being somewhat off tune.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” I inquired, raising myself closer to his neck, his jaw, wanting to nestle into the soft, warm spaces there. The ones carved out only for me.
“You know my schedule is slightly opposite from yours,” he said, an amused lilt to his voice, “but don’t worry, I’ll sleep soon. I just want to watch you for a little while longer.”
I wrinkled my nose, and he laughed, but I had had enough of sleeping. I wanted him, his hands, his warmth, his voice.
I nestled closer, so that our hearts pressed together, beating as one.
“I don’t know why I’m so tired,” I confessed, and watched as his adam's apple vibrated, his low notes rich and full.
“Because you were upset today, and had a long day.” He answered simply, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “It’s better if you rest.”
I readjusted, so that I could look into his face. His eyes met mine, and they were soft, doting.
“Do you think he’ll come back?” I asked, letting the silences of early morning flutter in the spaces between us. My voice caught slightly, “Caleb, I mean.”
He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling my gaze back to his. The red in his eyes watched me carefully, observing.
“Yes, I think he’ll be back.” He said simply.
I pulled closer.
“I don’t know, he said it was too hard, he—he got upset when he saw Raf.”
“He’ll come back, kitten. He doesn’t know who he is without you, but let him try and figure it out.”
“Maybe the kinder thing would be to let him go,” I said sadly, my eyes falling to the bedsheets. I watched how they wrinkled and folded around us, like little waves in a tidal storm.
My fingers toyed with a fold in the sheet.
“Is that what you want?” Sylus asked after a moment.
“No,” I said, and looked back to his eyes. His voice was patient and warm when he answered me.
“Then let him decide for himself. If he decides he can’t go through with it, I’ll hardly blame him. But I have the feeling that he’ll come trotting back, tail tucked between his legs.”
I rolled my eyes, pressing a palm to his chest.
“Fish, dog, is everyone an animal to you?” I said, slightly exasperated but grateful for his attempt to lift my spirits.
“No, we have that alien, too, remember.”
I laughed, pressing even closer. Our noses were touching.
“So what does that make you?” I breathed, watching the way the red of his eyes bloomed, glowing a soft, golden red.
“The most insatiable man that ever lived,” he said into my skin, pressing a kiss.
“Part dragon, part fiend.”