The Moonstone (2/?)
Title: The Moonstone (2/?)
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Kai/Kyungsoo, Kris/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Wolf!AU, drama, mpreg, M/M , M/F
Warnings: Some violence and dubcon/noncon scenes
Disclaimer: They are not mine, obviously.
Summary:: Luhan's the most beautiful and cherished omega in the pack. Comparing to Sehun he's as weak as a child, as easily breakable as a baby deer - and more desirable than any treasure a man can ever possess.
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Long minutes pass with Luhan panting heavily on the cot and Kris sitting beside him before the door cracks open again and flushed Xiumin enters. He has a deep cut on his right cheek, hand pressing to stop the blood from gushing out.
''I'm sorry, it took some time.'' his words are a little slurred as he approaches them. ''Now, well...uh.''
Luhan can't bring himself to look at him, the side of his face pressed to the soft fabric of the cot he lies on. His robe is soaked with sweat and Kris' hand on his back makes him shiver continuously.
Xiumin is Luhan's childhood friend. They both joined the pack when they were very young and grew up first together, and then apart as Xiumin started to develop certain feelings towards the other male. Luhan never told him off , but the fact that he wasn't interested in any other form of affection than friendly skinship was obvious enough. So Xiumin didn't try to pursue Luhan against his will even though, as an alpha, he probably could force him to submit. After Sehun joined the herd, Luhan noticeably changed - started to shine, even - and Xiumin realized that it's him the other male was waiting for, the one that won't need any words to make Luhan shed his clothes and share heated passion with a smile and invitingly open arms.
Which makes the current situation a little awkward, even though Xiumin's every nerve is on fire and his nostrils full of Luhan's maddening smell. He clasps his hands together, nervous and aroused beyond belief. He half expects Kris to ask about the wound on his face, but the leader probably knows all too well whose claws punished him for coming here. It's still a ridiculously low price to pay for what he's about to do, Xiumin thinks, so he doesn't say anything either.
''Get to it.''
Kris' strained voice startles him a little. Xiumin doesn't move for another minute or two, waiting for the leader to take his leave, but when the other man doesn't move his brows furrow in confusion. He doesn't dare ask any questions though, so he moves to sit quickly behind Luhan. Xiumin puts his hands on the other boy's hips and Luhan flinches, whimpering a little. There's something strange about this whole situation - even if Luhan is so into the silver-haired boy that he can't even look Xiumin in the eye, it's the first time the alpha observes such resentment coming from an omega in heat. It's unnerving and feels all wrong, the human part of his brain says.
He doesn't know what to make of it, but then again the wolf part of him doesn't really care right now.
''I, um...If I'm going to do this, can I ask why you, uh...?''
''The least I can do for Luhan is to make sure you don't hurt him.'' Kris cuts in. ''It's not that I don't trust you, Xiumin,'' he adds when the other man's face falls. ''But he is fragile enough to be in danger with any of you, especially since it's his first time.''
Xiumin nodds and licks his lips as he grabs Luhan by the hips to settle him on his hands and knees on the cot. There's a second of hesitation before he lifts the other male's robe too, revealing bare skin. ''Lulu...''
''Don't.'' Luhan barks back at him, body tense and uninviting.
Xiumin realizes that he's just tormenting him by prolonging what cannot be avoided, so instead of rolling his hands all over his body, savoring that delicious, milky skin just like he always wanted to, he quickly frees his rock-hard erection from the breeches and points it at Luhan's exposed entrance. He can't help but stare at it for a while though; that pinkish ring of tight muscles being the only thing he's ever dreamt of since laying his eyes on Luhan for the first time.
Just when he's about to push in, however, the omega suddenly reaches out and catches his arm.
''Kris,'' his voice is so horrified that Xiumin immediately backs down again, sitting on his heels. His cock is aching and he really, really wants to fuck Luhan already. ''Neither of us is infertile.''
It takes a while for Xiumin to take in that information but when it sinks he's striked by what it actually means. Indeed, neither of them is infertile. He never was one to worry about such things with Kyungsoo and Baekhyun - chances to impregnate are extremely low, after all- but with Luhan it's somehow different. What if...? Things are crazy enough already.
It's common knowledge that an omega in heat needs to be sexually satisfied by an alpha, otherwise they will either go mad or hurt themselves, trying to get rid of the pressure but being unable to. There aren't many infertile wolves, so it's an undeniable fact that omegas usually have no choice but to lie with partners that may potentially impregnate them, but chances of that happening are very low - during their first heat close to zero. Needles to say, in the sexual craze prompted by heat no one usually cares about the consequences - there is no real need to, as even already mated wolves usually need a few years to finally succeed in producing a baby wolf. Some struggle even longer than that.
Kris just sighs, placing a hand on Luhan's neck. ''I know that.''
Luhan looks like a total mess, but he's still unbelievably beautiful with those trembling lips and glossy eyes - so beautiful that Kris finds it hard to look away from him. He gently massages the muscles underneath his hand. Why does it have to be so hard? Why Luhan struggles so much?
''How can you do this to me?'' the red-haired male cries. ''What if he puts a cub inside me?''
''The only infertile member of our pack is Yixing, but he's not able to attend to you right now.'' Kris explains patiently. ''And you know it's not very likely to happen, especially during your first heat. Luhan, if you continue to fight so much...you are only hurting yourself by acting against your nature, you know that.'' The leader's hand on his neck tightens. ''Everyone else already went through the same thing. They are all fine.''
''But what if?''
''Luhan...''
''What IF?''
Kris' thoughts wander to the silver-haired male who is probably giving Tao hell right now.
Luhan has been smelling of insecurity and fear for a few weeks now, like he's not even sure if Sehun accepts him or wants him as a future mate. He probably doesn't realise how much the younger one yearns for him, but now is not the right time to talk about it.
He shakes his head.
''There is no if. You go through this and the next time you're in heat you can lie with whoever you want, for how long you please. But now...let Xiumin mount you before you both lose your senses.''
''Fine.'' Luhan says finally, but tears fall down his face and it's clear that he means anything but. Nothing is fine. He cannot do anything about it though. He's weak and hopeless.
Xiumin fucks him on his hands and knees for what seems like ages, and although it's true that he no longer feels like burning alive after he climaxes a few times, he's sore and humilitated. Xiumin releases into him over and over again and when Luhan thinks it's finally over he's only pulled up, now sitting in the other's lap. Xiumin seems lost in the pleasure of the act, fucking into him hard and fast; so lost that he actually grabs Luhan by the hair to angle his face just right to smash their lips together after a particularly hard thrust. His swollen cock slides in and out effortlessly and he's overwhelmed by how much he wants every inch of Luhan's body.
''I...,'' the red-haired male is struggling to keep quiet, refusing to let out any sort of sound that may arouse Xiumin further, so the alpha pushes him off of his lap and onto the cot again. His hand is still in Luhan's hair, pressing his head to the floor. He slides inside him once again and then stops when he's all the way in.
''It's the first time you have a cock up there,'' he whispers in his ear, determined to get any sort of reaction out of Luhan before this is over. ''I don't believe you don't like it. Am I that repulsive to you? Aren't we friends?''
Luhan pants heavily underneath him, but as Xiumin waits for him to say something, anything, the boy doesn't open his mouth even once. It's wounding Xiumin's pride, and caught in the moment of frustration, he utters through gritted teeth:
''I really hope to put a cub in your belly, you know,'' his words are less than a whisper, so quiet that for a while he's not even sure if Luhan heard him. He can't risk it getting to Kris' sensitive ears, though. ''So that you belong to me from now on, and your beloved Sehun will be forced to mate with someone else.''
It works like a charm and Luhan lets out a long, pitiful howl, his body going rigid immediately. ''Stop...stop it.'' he breathes out, but it feels like something's blocking his windpipe. Everything swirls before his eyes and the rush of panic makes him clench around Xiumin's manhood, tearing a gasp out of the other man. Trying to please Luhan is futile, so Xiumin decides to play on his omega's negative emotions for a little longer, the haze of his arousal so intense that it dims everything else. He doesn't even think about the words he's pouring into the red-haired man's ears.
''I wonder with whom would he mate then? Maybe Baekhyun? He's cute, I can already imagine him bent over, taking Sehun's cock like a little slut he is.'' Luhan thrashes around now, involuntary pressing harder to Xiumin's body. The other male holds him down, tugging at his hair so hard that Luhan yelps from pain. ''But I bet his cubs with Kyungsoo would be the sweetest little things.''
''Please stop.'' Luhan begs weakly and Xiumin gets even harder, although he's surprised it's even possible.
The alpha doesn't realize he's being cruel, rush of adrenaline and intensive pleasure coming from domination urging him to make the other man even more hopeless and vulnerable by instinct.
''Or maybe he would just mate outside of the pack, filling some girl's pussy with his seed. If he likes your pretty face, who knows, maybe he dreams about soft breasts and wet cunts taking his cock, too? What do you think, Luhan? Could you even satisfy him? He didn't tell you you can, did he?''
He's babbling mindlessly now, letting his jealousy of Sehun go wild, rutting into the other male madly. When he finally spends himself inside him for the last time it's the most powerful orgasm of his life, and the next second he collapses heavily on top of Luhan.
''Out.'' he hears Kris say a moment later as though through a fog. ''You're done here.''
Slightly scared, Xiumin searches the leader's face for any sign indicating that he has heard what he said to Luhan, but Kris' expression stays blank and Xiumin sighs with relief. Now that his hormones are under control guilt starts to work its way into his thought process, distorting his mind. He dresses himself up in haste and leaves, too afraid to look at the still body he leaves behind.
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''Baekhyun, forgive my forwardness, but, say, could you, for example, get off me?''
''No.''
''Why?''
''Oh, I wonder why.''
Chanyeol sighs, weight of Baekhyun's body getting a little uncomfortable as the smaller man settles himself on his chest, determined to hold the other in place no matter what.
Baekhyun might be short, but he's got some serious muscles underneath that nice, peachy skin, and Chanyeol smiles with certain fondness at his cute little nose, almond-shaped eyes, and, well, pretty solemn expression.
''And what is so funny now?'' Baekhyun prods at his chest. ''You laughing at me, you stupid giant?''
''I swear I can't breathe with you crushing my ribcage. I'll suffocate.''
''And that's what's funny? You so happy to die?''
''You really are too much sometimes.'' Chanyeol says, trying his very best not to laugh because hell, Baekhyun is simply the most adorable thing in the world when he's like this.
The smaller man pouts at him, applying some more pressure just to prove his point. ''That's too bad then, because you're not going anywhere. Especially not to entertain Luhan.''
Oh. Oh. So Baekhyun is jealous.
Chanyeol raises a brow at him, eyes getting ridiculously huge. He looks so silly Baekhyun almost bursts into laughter, except he doesn't because that is some serious conversation they are going to have right now, right here. Or so he thinks, you never know with Chanyeol.
The taller man's hands move to rest on Baekhyun's hips casually. ''That's what you think I'm going to do if you let go of me?''
Baekhyun catches his own tongue between his teeth and shakes his head. ''I don't know. That's why I'm holding you, stupid.''
''I won't.''
''Oh really?''
''Absolutely.''
''That's funny, taking into consideration that your hard junk is just pressing into my thigh, you know. It has nothing to do with Luhan's smell I take it?''
At least Chanyeol has enough decency to give him a guilty look. ''I do admit that I'm not immune to his aura, but there's much more to that.''
''And that would be?''
Chanyeol gazes at him for a moment, searching Baekhyun's flushed face. He must have found what he looked for because he sighs and says, ''You.''
The other male doesn't look too convinced though, so Chanyeol clears his throat - Baekhyun really is quite heavy, he has to admit - and tries again. ''I know we didn't... you know. That we didn't mate yet. But I thought...Maybe?''
''Maybe what?'' Baekhyun is proud that his voice doesn't waver, although it's a close one. This is really important to him. Chanyeol is important.
He leans forward, each elbow on the other side of the taller man's head. He presses his forehead to Chanyeol's and waits, heart hammering in his chest. Time freezes.
''Maybe...you want to be mine?'' Chanyeol's voice is unusually soft and quiet, touching something deep inside Baekhyun and twisting his insides with the sweetest sort of pain.
Baekhyun really wants to tease him some more, saying something like ''So you prefer me over Luhan?'' or anything equally silly yet reassuring, but his plans fall through when his vision starts to blur all of a sudden. Before any coherent thought manages to enter his brain, a single tear escapes his eye and he feels his cheeks burning with shame. He's an idiot. An emotional idiot, no less.
Chanyeol wipes the traitorous tear off with his thumb carefully. ''Hey...why are you crying?''
''I am not crying.'' Baekhyun's quick to retort although it's obvious that he is. ''I'm just sweaty.''
Chanyeol rolls his eyes. He's not sure what happens first - Baekhyun bursting into tears for real the moment later or him hugging the shorter man closer to his chest and rolling them over so that it's him straddling Baekhyun this time. ''See? I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to hold me down.''
''You...you tricker,'' Baekhyun sniffles, arms stretching to circle around the taller man's neck. ''And here I though I had enough strength to make you stay.''
Chanyeol chuckles at that. ''You do. But maybe it's not necessarily physical.''
Baekhyun guesses he looks really small in his arms. He feels small, too; like a stuffed toy embraced by an overgrown child - which may not be the most romantic association ever, but who is to judge that? - yet it's all good; more than good actually. For the first time in his life it's absolutely, utterly perfect. It's so perfect that he can't stop weeping, wetting the fabric of Chanyeol's shirt miserably.
''You still didn't tell me why you're crying, Baek.''
The smaller boy snarls. ''How can I speak when I'm busy shedding tears over you?''
''Well... you did that just now, didn't you? You can multitask, apparently.''
''Idiot.''
''Yeah, yeah. I'm fine with being an idiot, mind you. As long as you don't lack in wits and talents we're all good.''
''That's what he says.''
Laughing through tears is possibly one of the most embarassing things ever, so Baekhyun presses them closer to each other and hides his head in the crook of the taller male's neck. ''I'm crying because I...was tired.'' he admits after a while of silence. ''Tired of being treated like everyone's property while I went into heat. Tired of being fucked around with and then casted aside to carry every single burden alone. Tired of being used and misunderstood. Tired of being full and yet...still unloved.''
For a long while Baekhyun is more than a little horrified that he actually said that out loud, pulse racing in his veins. He didn't plan to humilitate himself by admitting his own weakness and baring the very core of his affliction in a situation like this, but now that the words were said nothing could be done. He wants to trust Chanyeol more than anything.
''You never told me. Baekhyun...you never told me. Why? Don't you know that I'm always there for you?''
''I was...am scared. More than you can imagine.''
Chanyeol's hand slides to Baekhyun's chestnut-colored, slightly wavy hair and then down to his wet cheek. He kisses the spot just underneath his eye. ''I don't want to feel any other hands on my skin...only yours. Don't let anyone else touch me ever again, Chanyeol. Please.'' the shorter man whispers. No point in backing off now.
''Understood.''
And then, without unnecessary words, Chanyeol bares his teeth and bites on Baekhyun's neck, bringing an end to his solitude.
From now on, forever together.
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Kai/Kyungsoo, Kris/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Wolf!AU, drama, mpreg, M/M , M/F
Warnings: Some violence and dubcon/noncon scenes
Disclaimer: They are not mine, obviously.
Summary:: Luhan's the most beautiful and cherished omega in the pack. Comparing to Sehun he's as weak as a child, as easily breakable as a baby deer - and more desirable than any treasure a man can ever possess.
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Long minutes pass with Luhan panting heavily on the cot and Kris sitting beside him before the door cracks open again and flushed Xiumin enters. He has a deep cut on his right cheek, hand pressing to stop the blood from gushing out.
''I'm sorry, it took some time.'' his words are a little slurred as he approaches them. ''Now, well...uh.''
Luhan can't bring himself to look at him, the side of his face pressed to the soft fabric of the cot he lies on. His robe is soaked with sweat and Kris' hand on his back makes him shiver continuously.
Xiumin is Luhan's childhood friend. They both joined the pack when they were very young and grew up first together, and then apart as Xiumin started to develop certain feelings towards the other male. Luhan never told him off , but the fact that he wasn't interested in any other form of affection than friendly skinship was obvious enough. So Xiumin didn't try to pursue Luhan against his will even though, as an alpha, he probably could force him to submit. After Sehun joined the herd, Luhan noticeably changed - started to shine, even - and Xiumin realized that it's him the other male was waiting for, the one that won't need any words to make Luhan shed his clothes and share heated passion with a smile and invitingly open arms.
Which makes the current situation a little awkward, even though Xiumin's every nerve is on fire and his nostrils full of Luhan's maddening smell. He clasps his hands together, nervous and aroused beyond belief. He half expects Kris to ask about the wound on his face, but the leader probably knows all too well whose claws punished him for coming here. It's still a ridiculously low price to pay for what he's about to do, Xiumin thinks, so he doesn't say anything either.
''Get to it.''
Kris' strained voice startles him a little. Xiumin doesn't move for another minute or two, waiting for the leader to take his leave, but when the other man doesn't move his brows furrow in confusion. He doesn't dare ask any questions though, so he moves to sit quickly behind Luhan. Xiumin puts his hands on the other boy's hips and Luhan flinches, whimpering a little. There's something strange about this whole situation - even if Luhan is so into the silver-haired boy that he can't even look Xiumin in the eye, it's the first time the alpha observes such resentment coming from an omega in heat. It's unnerving and feels all wrong, the human part of his brain says.
He doesn't know what to make of it, but then again the wolf part of him doesn't really care right now.
''I, um...If I'm going to do this, can I ask why you, uh...?''
''The least I can do for Luhan is to make sure you don't hurt him.'' Kris cuts in. ''It's not that I don't trust you, Xiumin,'' he adds when the other man's face falls. ''But he is fragile enough to be in danger with any of you, especially since it's his first time.''
Xiumin nodds and licks his lips as he grabs Luhan by the hips to settle him on his hands and knees on the cot. There's a second of hesitation before he lifts the other male's robe too, revealing bare skin. ''Lulu...''
''Don't.'' Luhan barks back at him, body tense and uninviting.
Xiumin realizes that he's just tormenting him by prolonging what cannot be avoided, so instead of rolling his hands all over his body, savoring that delicious, milky skin just like he always wanted to, he quickly frees his rock-hard erection from the breeches and points it at Luhan's exposed entrance. He can't help but stare at it for a while though; that pinkish ring of tight muscles being the only thing he's ever dreamt of since laying his eyes on Luhan for the first time.
Just when he's about to push in, however, the omega suddenly reaches out and catches his arm.
''Kris,'' his voice is so horrified that Xiumin immediately backs down again, sitting on his heels. His cock is aching and he really, really wants to fuck Luhan already. ''Neither of us is infertile.''
It takes a while for Xiumin to take in that information but when it sinks he's striked by what it actually means. Indeed, neither of them is infertile. He never was one to worry about such things with Kyungsoo and Baekhyun - chances to impregnate are extremely low, after all- but with Luhan it's somehow different. What if...? Things are crazy enough already.
It's common knowledge that an omega in heat needs to be sexually satisfied by an alpha, otherwise they will either go mad or hurt themselves, trying to get rid of the pressure but being unable to. There aren't many infertile wolves, so it's an undeniable fact that omegas usually have no choice but to lie with partners that may potentially impregnate them, but chances of that happening are very low - during their first heat close to zero. Needles to say, in the sexual craze prompted by heat no one usually cares about the consequences - there is no real need to, as even already mated wolves usually need a few years to finally succeed in producing a baby wolf. Some struggle even longer than that.
Kris just sighs, placing a hand on Luhan's neck. ''I know that.''
Luhan looks like a total mess, but he's still unbelievably beautiful with those trembling lips and glossy eyes - so beautiful that Kris finds it hard to look away from him. He gently massages the muscles underneath his hand. Why does it have to be so hard? Why Luhan struggles so much?
''How can you do this to me?'' the red-haired male cries. ''What if he puts a cub inside me?''
''The only infertile member of our pack is Yixing, but he's not able to attend to you right now.'' Kris explains patiently. ''And you know it's not very likely to happen, especially during your first heat. Luhan, if you continue to fight so much...you are only hurting yourself by acting against your nature, you know that.'' The leader's hand on his neck tightens. ''Everyone else already went through the same thing. They are all fine.''
''But what if?''
''Luhan...''
''What IF?''
Kris' thoughts wander to the silver-haired male who is probably giving Tao hell right now.
Luhan has been smelling of insecurity and fear for a few weeks now, like he's not even sure if Sehun accepts him or wants him as a future mate. He probably doesn't realise how much the younger one yearns for him, but now is not the right time to talk about it.
He shakes his head.
''There is no if. You go through this and the next time you're in heat you can lie with whoever you want, for how long you please. But now...let Xiumin mount you before you both lose your senses.''
''Fine.'' Luhan says finally, but tears fall down his face and it's clear that he means anything but. Nothing is fine. He cannot do anything about it though. He's weak and hopeless.
Xiumin fucks him on his hands and knees for what seems like ages, and although it's true that he no longer feels like burning alive after he climaxes a few times, he's sore and humilitated. Xiumin releases into him over and over again and when Luhan thinks it's finally over he's only pulled up, now sitting in the other's lap. Xiumin seems lost in the pleasure of the act, fucking into him hard and fast; so lost that he actually grabs Luhan by the hair to angle his face just right to smash their lips together after a particularly hard thrust. His swollen cock slides in and out effortlessly and he's overwhelmed by how much he wants every inch of Luhan's body.
''I...,'' the red-haired male is struggling to keep quiet, refusing to let out any sort of sound that may arouse Xiumin further, so the alpha pushes him off of his lap and onto the cot again. His hand is still in Luhan's hair, pressing his head to the floor. He slides inside him once again and then stops when he's all the way in.
''It's the first time you have a cock up there,'' he whispers in his ear, determined to get any sort of reaction out of Luhan before this is over. ''I don't believe you don't like it. Am I that repulsive to you? Aren't we friends?''
Luhan pants heavily underneath him, but as Xiumin waits for him to say something, anything, the boy doesn't open his mouth even once. It's wounding Xiumin's pride, and caught in the moment of frustration, he utters through gritted teeth:
''I really hope to put a cub in your belly, you know,'' his words are less than a whisper, so quiet that for a while he's not even sure if Luhan heard him. He can't risk it getting to Kris' sensitive ears, though. ''So that you belong to me from now on, and your beloved Sehun will be forced to mate with someone else.''
It works like a charm and Luhan lets out a long, pitiful howl, his body going rigid immediately. ''Stop...stop it.'' he breathes out, but it feels like something's blocking his windpipe. Everything swirls before his eyes and the rush of panic makes him clench around Xiumin's manhood, tearing a gasp out of the other man. Trying to please Luhan is futile, so Xiumin decides to play on his omega's negative emotions for a little longer, the haze of his arousal so intense that it dims everything else. He doesn't even think about the words he's pouring into the red-haired man's ears.
''I wonder with whom would he mate then? Maybe Baekhyun? He's cute, I can already imagine him bent over, taking Sehun's cock like a little slut he is.'' Luhan thrashes around now, involuntary pressing harder to Xiumin's body. The other male holds him down, tugging at his hair so hard that Luhan yelps from pain. ''But I bet his cubs with Kyungsoo would be the sweetest little things.''
''Please stop.'' Luhan begs weakly and Xiumin gets even harder, although he's surprised it's even possible.
The alpha doesn't realize he's being cruel, rush of adrenaline and intensive pleasure coming from domination urging him to make the other man even more hopeless and vulnerable by instinct.
''Or maybe he would just mate outside of the pack, filling some girl's pussy with his seed. If he likes your pretty face, who knows, maybe he dreams about soft breasts and wet cunts taking his cock, too? What do you think, Luhan? Could you even satisfy him? He didn't tell you you can, did he?''
He's babbling mindlessly now, letting his jealousy of Sehun go wild, rutting into the other male madly. When he finally spends himself inside him for the last time it's the most powerful orgasm of his life, and the next second he collapses heavily on top of Luhan.
''Out.'' he hears Kris say a moment later as though through a fog. ''You're done here.''
Slightly scared, Xiumin searches the leader's face for any sign indicating that he has heard what he said to Luhan, but Kris' expression stays blank and Xiumin sighs with relief. Now that his hormones are under control guilt starts to work its way into his thought process, distorting his mind. He dresses himself up in haste and leaves, too afraid to look at the still body he leaves behind.
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''Baekhyun, forgive my forwardness, but, say, could you, for example, get off me?''
''No.''
''Why?''
''Oh, I wonder why.''
Chanyeol sighs, weight of Baekhyun's body getting a little uncomfortable as the smaller man settles himself on his chest, determined to hold the other in place no matter what.
Baekhyun might be short, but he's got some serious muscles underneath that nice, peachy skin, and Chanyeol smiles with certain fondness at his cute little nose, almond-shaped eyes, and, well, pretty solemn expression.
''And what is so funny now?'' Baekhyun prods at his chest. ''You laughing at me, you stupid giant?''
''I swear I can't breathe with you crushing my ribcage. I'll suffocate.''
''And that's what's funny? You so happy to die?''
''You really are too much sometimes.'' Chanyeol says, trying his very best not to laugh because hell, Baekhyun is simply the most adorable thing in the world when he's like this.
The smaller man pouts at him, applying some more pressure just to prove his point. ''That's too bad then, because you're not going anywhere. Especially not to entertain Luhan.''
Oh. Oh. So Baekhyun is jealous.
Chanyeol raises a brow at him, eyes getting ridiculously huge. He looks so silly Baekhyun almost bursts into laughter, except he doesn't because that is some serious conversation they are going to have right now, right here. Or so he thinks, you never know with Chanyeol.
The taller man's hands move to rest on Baekhyun's hips casually. ''That's what you think I'm going to do if you let go of me?''
Baekhyun catches his own tongue between his teeth and shakes his head. ''I don't know. That's why I'm holding you, stupid.''
''I won't.''
''Oh really?''
''Absolutely.''
''That's funny, taking into consideration that your hard junk is just pressing into my thigh, you know. It has nothing to do with Luhan's smell I take it?''
At least Chanyeol has enough decency to give him a guilty look. ''I do admit that I'm not immune to his aura, but there's much more to that.''
''And that would be?''
Chanyeol gazes at him for a moment, searching Baekhyun's flushed face. He must have found what he looked for because he sighs and says, ''You.''
The other male doesn't look too convinced though, so Chanyeol clears his throat - Baekhyun really is quite heavy, he has to admit - and tries again. ''I know we didn't... you know. That we didn't mate yet. But I thought...Maybe?''
''Maybe what?'' Baekhyun is proud that his voice doesn't waver, although it's a close one. This is really important to him. Chanyeol is important.
He leans forward, each elbow on the other side of the taller man's head. He presses his forehead to Chanyeol's and waits, heart hammering in his chest. Time freezes.
''Maybe...you want to be mine?'' Chanyeol's voice is unusually soft and quiet, touching something deep inside Baekhyun and twisting his insides with the sweetest sort of pain.
Baekhyun really wants to tease him some more, saying something like ''So you prefer me over Luhan?'' or anything equally silly yet reassuring, but his plans fall through when his vision starts to blur all of a sudden. Before any coherent thought manages to enter his brain, a single tear escapes his eye and he feels his cheeks burning with shame. He's an idiot. An emotional idiot, no less.
Chanyeol wipes the traitorous tear off with his thumb carefully. ''Hey...why are you crying?''
''I am not crying.'' Baekhyun's quick to retort although it's obvious that he is. ''I'm just sweaty.''
Chanyeol rolls his eyes. He's not sure what happens first - Baekhyun bursting into tears for real the moment later or him hugging the shorter man closer to his chest and rolling them over so that it's him straddling Baekhyun this time. ''See? I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to hold me down.''
''You...you tricker,'' Baekhyun sniffles, arms stretching to circle around the taller man's neck. ''And here I though I had enough strength to make you stay.''
Chanyeol chuckles at that. ''You do. But maybe it's not necessarily physical.''
Baekhyun guesses he looks really small in his arms. He feels small, too; like a stuffed toy embraced by an overgrown child - which may not be the most romantic association ever, but who is to judge that? - yet it's all good; more than good actually. For the first time in his life it's absolutely, utterly perfect. It's so perfect that he can't stop weeping, wetting the fabric of Chanyeol's shirt miserably.
''You still didn't tell me why you're crying, Baek.''
The smaller boy snarls. ''How can I speak when I'm busy shedding tears over you?''
''Well... you did that just now, didn't you? You can multitask, apparently.''
''Idiot.''
''Yeah, yeah. I'm fine with being an idiot, mind you. As long as you don't lack in wits and talents we're all good.''
''That's what he says.''
Laughing through tears is possibly one of the most embarassing things ever, so Baekhyun presses them closer to each other and hides his head in the crook of the taller male's neck. ''I'm crying because I...was tired.'' he admits after a while of silence. ''Tired of being treated like everyone's property while I went into heat. Tired of being fucked around with and then casted aside to carry every single burden alone. Tired of being used and misunderstood. Tired of being full and yet...still unloved.''
For a long while Baekhyun is more than a little horrified that he actually said that out loud, pulse racing in his veins. He didn't plan to humilitate himself by admitting his own weakness and baring the very core of his affliction in a situation like this, but now that the words were said nothing could be done. He wants to trust Chanyeol more than anything.
''You never told me. Baekhyun...you never told me. Why? Don't you know that I'm always there for you?''
''I was...am scared. More than you can imagine.''
Chanyeol's hand slides to Baekhyun's chestnut-colored, slightly wavy hair and then down to his wet cheek. He kisses the spot just underneath his eye. ''I don't want to feel any other hands on my skin...only yours. Don't let anyone else touch me ever again, Chanyeol. Please.'' the shorter man whispers. No point in backing off now.
''Understood.''
And then, without unnecessary words, Chanyeol bares his teeth and bites on Baekhyun's neck, bringing an end to his solitude.
From now on, forever together.
Chapter 1
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