♢My Master♢ {Yukonwolfspirit~M-jow (18+}

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Ah, a true deep weakness of mine…food.” Yukie said with a deep sigh as if he was fighting himself internally over keeping Julius here or eating chicken. Snuggling Julius for a moment longer he let his mate go having decided on food as he couldn’t ignore his hunger pains. Moving out of the nest and he sneakily hid behind the pillows from whoever was going to deliver food. 

He would just have to pounce when Julius came back to the bed.

Yukie would win two prizes in his hunting efforts, his mate and some tasty chicken.

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Taking the medicine Haruhi sipped his drink and poked at the pancake the topic at hand still irritating him.

”…I don’t want your wolf…to see me as some weak ass mate. I am just as capable of holding my own. I did it before you.” Haruhi stated rather bluntly as he ripped up the pancake eating a few bites here and there. “I saved myself…don’t forget…I am strong.” Haruhi added as he looked at Yumro thinking back to how he had to escape back then and take Haru.

”I know you mean well. I adore that you love and care for me so well…it’s just. I want to stand by your side as an equal. Not as something beneath you that needs extra care and isn’t able to handle the harder things. I already had a husband like that.” Haruhi explained as he looked down at the ripped pancake the conversation bitter in his mouth. He hated it. Hated the way he felt. There was still so much pain from before, he was healing but some things….they were hard to understand and accept. He knew that Yumro was being a great mate, he cared so much and as much at Haruhi craved this he also feared it.

 “Sometimes….it gets all strange and off…inside my head, it’s like all of the things I feel are twisted and confusing. You’re nothing like him…but I can’t help feeling like I’m still back there sometimes…like I’m just some pretty thing to look at or….desire….I feel this same way when Yukies being to demanding…sometimes….things just get foggy….things….are to off..” Haruhi whispered trying to understand his own feelings on the sudden realization of all the change around him all while trying to process pent up trauma, doing this while explaining them to Yumro had become a bit overwhelming. It was unknowingly making Haruhi just more upset and emotional as he felt the lump in his throat catch and felt burning tears falling down his cheeks something that shocked him as he didn’t know fully why he was crying.

”I-I’m not angry with you…I’m…” Haruhi tried to explain only to break out in a hiccup as he stared down at the mess of a pancake before him torn into little bite sized pieces.

[M-jow]

Julius slipped out of the warmth of the nest, reluctantly peeling himself away from the spot Yukie had occupied. His skin still tingled where those adoring kisses had been, and he huffed a soft laugh as he grabbed the nearest robe—one that practically swallowed him whole. It smelled like Yukie too, which didn’t help the flush on Julius’s cheeks.

He tied the robe loosely and padded to the door, spotting the large insulated paper bag sitting dutifully on the floor. 

Thank the stars I ordered extra, he thought, remembering the ferocious growl of Yukie’s stomach. Honestly, if he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought a dragon was about to burst out of his mate.

He picked up the bag—it was pleasantly warm, heavy, and very promising, and carried it back inside. The aroma of fried chicken and spices filled the entryway instantly.

As Julius closed the door, he took a moment just to breathe and smile to himself. He could still feel Yukie’s lingering possessiveness wrapped around him like a second robe, that ridiculous attempt at flirting still echoing in his ears.

[“Only my mate is allowed that kind of attention for now~.” ]

The memory made him snort.

“Needy demon,” he muttered under his breath, affectionate and amused.

With the bag in hand, he walked back toward the bed slowly, deliberately, because he knew Yukie hadn’t slunk off somewhere. The pillows were far too suspiciously piled, and Julius wasn’t about to pretend he didn’t notice.

He lowered the bag onto a side table, keeping a careful eye on the wobbling pillow mound. “You know…” he said lightly, not addressing the ‘pillow pile’ directly, “I'm glad I ordered extra crispy. And those little fries you pretend not to love.”

He loosened the robe with one hand and peeked inside the bag with the other, inhaling deeply. “Mmm… smells good.”

He smiled to himself, knowing full well Yukie wouldn’t be able to resist for long.

 

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Yumro didn’t stay still.

The moment Haruhi’s breath hitched and that first tear slid down his cheek, something inside Yumro snapped—soft, instinctive, protective. His wolf pushed forward hard, urging him, go to him, now.

And Yumro did.

He crossed the short distance in an instant, pulling out the chair beside Haruhi and sitting close—close enough for Haruhi to lean on him if he wanted, but not so close that it trapped him. His movements were slow, open, giving Haruhi every chance to deny him.

But when the second tear fell, Yumro gently slipped an arm around Haruhi’s shoulders and guided him into the warmth of his chest. Not forcing—just offering. And when Haruhi didn’t pull away, Yumro exhaled shakily and held him a little tighter, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of his mate’s head.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low against Haruhi’s temple. “Let it out, love. I’m right here.”

He felt Haruhi’s breathing tremble against him, felt the quiet struggle in each inhale. Yumro smoothed a hand down Haruhi’s spine, long calming strokes meant to ground rather than restrain. His other thumb brushed slow circles along Haruhi’s shoulder, comforting, steady.

When he finally spoke, it was with his cheek resting lightly atop Haruhi’s hair, his voice warm and close.

“Haruhi… listen to me.” His tone was soft but firm, the kind of certainty that held no room for doubt. “I don’t see you as weak. Not even a little.”

His hand tightened briefly around Haruhi as if to emphasize the point.

“You survived things you never should have had to. You protected yourself. You protected Haru.” He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Haruhi’s temple. “That takes strength most people never find in their entire lives.”

He pulled back just slightly—enough to see Haruhi’s face, to gently thumb away the tears still slipping free.

“And yes, you’re sick right now,” Yumro continued softly. “You’re healing. That’s why I take care of you. Not because I think you’re beneath me. But because I love you. And when someone you love is hurting, you don’t stand at a distance and pretend they’re fine.”

He leaned in a little closer, forehead gently touching Haruhi’s.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Sorry anything I did brought back memories of him. Sorry you were ever treated like something to control or use.”

His voice trembled with restrained anger—not at Haruhi, but at the man who had hurt him.

“I would never hurt you. Never force you. Never make you feel small.”

Yumro drew Haruhi back against his chest again, arms wrapping fully around him now, secure and warm.

“I don’t want us arguing before I take Haru out,” he murmured into Haruhi’s hair. “I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel loved.”

His hold softened, but he didn’t let go.

“You’re my equal, Haruhi. My partner. My mate. And I’m here, right now, because you’re hurting. Not because you’re weak.”

He pressed another tender kiss to Haruhi’s temple, then rested his cheek there, holding him close.

"Do you really hate me taking care of you even now?"