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Fang’s gaze followed Sora as his struggled to bring them both back to reality. His words left his lips, broken and soft as he tried to steady his breathing. Saying that they 'couldn't, not here, and not yet,' concerned with the thought of Ray catching them. Even so, dispite his words, Fang could see that a part of Sora wanted to. He said one thing, but his body said another. Sora was often the voice of reason, and as much as Fang hated being told no, he liked that Sora was able to deny him. This game of back and forth obedience was addicting. " What if I'm quick~" his voice full of seduction as pressed his hard cock aginest Sora's body. This was a cheeky lie...since Fang was never quick with Sora. Fang understood why Sora was hesitant. Why he didn't want to do this here. How it could be seen as disrespectful...but as of right now, Fang would gladly take any punishment if it ment he could have his way with him. He frowned as Sora moved his hand away, only to brush his lips aginest his ear and whisper, [ “I’m not saying no… just wait. Until we get home.”] Fang growled under his breath. The warmth of Sora's breath aginest his skin stirring something inside him. "...fine.." He mumbled. Already pouting. He cupped Sora's cheek, pulling him back to his lips, wanting to get one more kiss in. As soon as Ray returned and they ate, Fang was going to rush the two of them back home and remind Sora just how much he loved him. He'd love him first...go slow...be gentle. Satisfy him first before he'd make a mess of him. Every round would he different, but Fang's passion would never wavier. Now that Sora new of his first mate, he wasn't going to be able to hide much of anything else from Sora. The sex was just a distraction from their problem, he knew that but deep down a peice of him was terrified of how Sora would see him once he knew the truth. Would him knowing everything fix their relationship, or break it? _______________________________________ [ 4 hours later ] Fang followed behind Sora as they walked back to his place. In the end Sora had made the right choice in ending their makeout session and telling Fang to wait. Not that being patient was Fang's strong skill. Fang was anything but. In fact is was probably one of Fangs biggest red flags and character flaw. Zero patience. By the time they calmed down, Ray returned with street tacos, chips and salsa, and quesadillas. Apparently the food from of his favorite spots in the area, and produced from local Mexicans from a food truck a few blocks down. Fang didnt complain, and he ate his food quietly. He wasnt a picky eater to begin with. Ray must of sensed a sort of shift in the air, because as they started to eat, he looked at Fang with confusion in his eyes. " You boys good? Yall talk it out." Fang glanced over at Sora before his eyes fell back on his food. It only it was that simple. " yeah..." He lied. "Thanks for looking out for me and taking care of him. " Ray rolled his eyes. " You didnt give me much of a choice, but you're welcome. Don't go overexerting yourself again...besides I'm glad I finally got to meet the kid." He laughed. Fang nodded, keeping his gaze low as he ate. Not much had changed from the time Ray was here, left, and returned. But it forced the two of them, Fang and Sora to address the elephant in the room. Now...he just needed to talk about it and come clean... In any case, it was a step in the right direction. A step Fang would of never took unless he was forced too. After eating, the two of them said their goodbyes, thanked Ray again for his hospitality, kindness, and food before leaving. The sun already low and beginning to set. While they walked back, Fang was on his phone more than usual. It was clear he was texting someone, having a silent conversation with a unknown individual. The werewolf didn't put away his phone until they reached the house, coming back to reality. Whatever the conversation was about shifted his mood. Fang had been lighter after their closeness, quiet but present when they late dinner with Ray, but the moment they started to make their way home and Fang opened his phone, something inside him shifted again. Once again, something was bothering him, eating away at him. It sucked some of the color and joy out of him. That invisible weight he carried returning. Who the hell was he texting ? And what were they talking about the drastically shifted his mood. When they reached his house Fang paused for a moment standing in front of the door, his eyes glued to the ground as Sora entered first. He was scared. Scared of what would happen next. A part of him planned on pouncing on Sora for a multitude of reasons. But the main reason was, he selfishly wanted to be with him intimately one more time, in case he left him. By morning Sora would know everything... The thought of being rejected made his stomach turn. He didn't want this to end...what he had with Sora was unbelievably unique...the boy made him feel things he'd never thought he'd feel again, and made him feel things he didnt know we're possible. In that breif moment, Fang made a decision. He decided that he'd put on his mask one more time. If only for a few minutes, a few hours, and act like everything was ok. That they were ok, and he'd be selfish. Unbelievably selfish...even if it ment Sora woke up the next day and hated him. Fang enter the house a few seconds after Sora and shut the door behind him, locking it with a loud click that echoed. He kicked off his shoes, leaving them near the door, tossing his jacket on the couch as his eyes started to glow. His voice low and commanding as he slowly approached Sora, like beast locking eyes with its prey. " Pick a number...one through five." He muttered. Playing the numbers game with Sora, a classic trait. He moved swiftly, not really wanting to give Sora the chance to think or pull away. His hands always grabbing Sora's waist and pulling him close. Fang was already shirtless and going for Sora's neck, kissing his skin. Nothing else was going to distract him, his only focus would be Sora and this moment he had with him. @M-jow

“Oh I sure hope not. I’d have demon fight for you to the death, I’d rather not kill another demons if I can help it,” Yukie stated as if his words were common fact as he moved down from his spot pulling Julius along. Moving them to the middle of the bed Yukie proceeded to wrap Julius moving his whole body around his mate possessively. “I wouldn’t be against maiming though to anyone that looked your way or flirted… just casually breaking some limbs and crack some heads around would be enough to send a message. The bare minimum before death.” Yukie added as he puffed up at the thought his body instinctively getting slightly bigger as he wasn’t able to hide his displeasure at the thought of Julius being wanted, or desired by others. His mate was desirable and he knew Julius would always be desired he was breathtaking to Yukie, it didn’t mean he wanted everyone to ogle what was his. “You are mine. Only mine….” Yukie mumbled in a small sulking voice as he held Julius closer to his chest his tail flickering back and forth in anger as he continued to puff up and unpuff as they laid in the bed. Yukie every now and then would rewrap his body and wrap them both in more blankets almost as if he was building a little hidden nest to keep Julius and himself tucked away. Yukie wasn’t always so deeply possessive, maybe it was this forms desires, maybe the fact he was leaving soon and he wasn’t liking leaving his mate. Either way he was a little jealous mess. Between the snuggling and the soft scent marking he was leaving all over Julius’s neck and body with his kissing and licking…he was truly refusing to settle until he felt Julius was fully smelling like him. Once he was smelling only of his pheromones did Yukie huff and puff up once again before he laid beside his mate his body still a little puffed up and on edge as his fingers played with the edge of Julius’s shirt wanting his mate as naked as he was but well he was trying now to behave a little less possessive. “I don’t want you seeing other snakes. You can only kiss and pet me….only you” Yukie mumbled his face a bit sour as he hid it in Julius’s neck the deep shade red apparent on his lust and desire for Julius as he didn’t even try to hide his raging jealously at the thought of Julius looking at other snakes or being looked at. Unknowing to Yukie in this form Yukie was much more easily made jealous and possessive than ever before. He knew fully Julius was teasing but his snake side refused to chill and relax since this form was extremely devoted to Julius. Yukie was just a little ball of desire and rage hormones puffing up in defense as he wrapped more around Julius’s lower half squeezing their bodies closer together. ————— “Don’t tease~” Haruhi moaned as he blushed his eyes watching every thrust into his ass his greedy hole swallowing Yumro with every thrust. “I…I’ll admit this outfit in this moment looks nice, but only because you’re next to it.” Haruhi admitted as he groaned out his legs trembling under Yumros hold as he clung to Yumros arm not trusting his body’s strength. Looking down at his own throbbing cock he could only whine lightly at the sight. His cock was bursting. Throbbing hard with a deep need for release as he was fucked senseless. Looking at the tightly contained member Haruhi was glad the red thong was tightly holding him in the friction teasing his cock slightly everytime the fabric was pulled and moved. “Feel free to destroy this piece~ I never expected them to go home in one piece.” Haruhi teased Yumro as he let out a deeper set of moans as Yumro moved him slightly getting a much deeper spot than before that made his head spin and his breathing shaky. Haruhi was drowning in lust and pleasure, even though they had just begun he wanted it to last forever the man wanting to soak up every drop of Yumros love for him. ”I love you Yumro~” Haruhi cried out his voice shaking and breathless as he tried to keep focus his vision blurring from pleasure as he leaned on Yumro more his body trembling in a deep pleasure as he felt a orgasmic wave rushed through his body.

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At first, Kaito thought he'd imagined it—the way Asher's expression shifted mid-sentence, that sharp flicker of pain cutting through his composure. Then he saw the blood. “Asher—” He was already moving before he finished saying his name, the chair scraping against the floor as he crossed the room. The scent hit him then—iron and earth, sharp and raw beneath the faint musk of wolf. It made his heart lurch. Asher's hand pressed hard against his side, jaw tight, shoulders squared in the way of someone determined not to show weakness. But the color had already drained from his face. Kaito was already pulling supplies from the small cabinet near the sink, a rag, alcohol wipes, a roll of bandages he knew was kept like in every household. His pulse was hammering in his ears. He dropped to one knee beside Asher, the edge of the table light casting faint gold over them both. The dark patch on Asher's shirt had spread. “Let me see,” Kaito said quietly. Asher hesitated for a second, then shifted his hand. The fabric peeled away slowly, sticking to his skin. Kaito caught his breath. The wound was deep, like something had clawed him. The edges were scorched, faintly blackened. Not a normal injury. Magic. “What happened?” Kaito asked, his voice low, focused. “You didn't get hit earlier. I checked.” The moment his fingers brushed the skin around the wound, Asher stiffened,but didn't pull away. But how is it still active? shouldn't the protection stop it or something?, he thought taking a deep breath seeing how bad it was. Kaito's voice softened. "It's not deep enough to kill you, but whatever hits you… it's trying to slow your regeneration" he said softly looking up at asher, their faces inches away. "I can burn the curse out, but it'll hurt", he said biting his lip hopping he could do that given the non-magic area that Asher had around his house. But then again, the runes on the book had glowed with magic, so he should be able to reach some of his own. "I know you can handle pain but ... this will be a little different" Kaito murmured, already channeling what little magic he could summon here. The wards dampened most of his power, but the protective circle Asher had built into his home recognized him now somehow, it bent to his touch like it had earlier, whispering of permission. His palm hovered just above the wound, a soft glow building under his skin, silver at first, then tinged faintly with gold. The same colors that had appeared in the books. Kaito groaned like he was in pain, his own pulse stuttering as the magic pushed deeper, drops of sweat forming on his forehead as he was trying to force magic to surface. “Almost there,” he whispered. “Just hold on", he closed his eyes focusing more, feeling his body taking some of the pain itself. Come one ... please work ... some little magic ... i just need little magic The magic surged once, bright and wild and then the blackened edges of the wound faded, the angry red turning clean. The bleeding stopped. Kaito exhaled slowly, the energy flickering out of his hands. “There,” he said softly. “It's healing now.” Kaito realized he was still close, kneeling between Asher's knees, their faces inches apart, his hands braced lightly against Asher's bare skin where his shirt had ridden up. The wolf's warmth radiated against his palms, steady, alive. Silence stretched between them then, softer now. The kind that wasn't uncomfortable. Kaito's gaze drifted up, catching the line of Asher's throat, the way his pulse beat steady again. His own magic still hummed faintly in the air, twinned with Asher's scent. It felt…connected. Like something had linked them in those brief moments. For a heartbeat, it felt like the world had narrowed to this small space, the sound of rain, the lingering scent of blood and smoke, and the quiet gravity of Asher's eyes on him. He swallowed. "You really should rest", it came out more like a whisper, weakly.

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