Chapter 36
"I can't believe we're still having a party," Yohji snorted.
Aya cocked his head to the side, looking at the restraints that shackled around his wrists to keep him from attacking anyone.
Everyone was dressed strange. If it weren't for his scent Aya wouldn't have recognized his mate. Yohji made a damned fine pirate, though Aya wasn't sure how he knew what that was.
He reached over and slid a hand through the fake black hair that Yohji wore. He liked the real hair better. It smelled like…something that belonged to him. Not like this plastic hair that smelled all wrong.
"You're cute when you pout," Yohji snickered, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.
"I'm not pouting!" Aya hissed. Then paused when Yohji's eyes widened. The blonde looked completely ecstatic!
He felt…different today. I mean he still wanted to grab Yohji by the hair and drag him off somewhere to play, but he didn't feel as threatened by everyone else, and his thoughts felt a bit more stable.
He had even let them dress him up similar to Yohji, except that he didn't have fake hair, and he had a patch over his left eye.
He paused, wondering why he was forcing himself to sit still in the chair and not climb into his mate's lap. He shook himself, trying desperately to behave. Kyriel had told him to behave, and his mate had begged and pleaded with him to do as he was told, that's why. As much as Kyriel was his master, Yohji was his mate, and he would try to make his mate happy.
He didn't, however, like that there were demons in the same room as his mate. That was dangerous. He wanted to kill the demons and then hide his mate inside his wings. But he had been warned to leave the demons alone. Something about the demons being allies.
Aya huffed, his wings bristling with irritation as his eyes met the short demon's. The demon winked at him, grinning wide enough to show his little fangs.
Aya bared his teeth, showing that his were much larger and would tear the demon's little throat out should he even think of touching his mate!
"Tone it down a little bit, Aya. Please?" Yohji's hand covered his.
Aya's eyes shot up to Yohji's face. He licked his lips, wondering if Yohji would mind if he touched him just a little bit more.
Something in the back of his mind was shouting at him to get control of himself, that he was acting shamefully as he slid a hand up Yohji's thigh. He would give anything to have these shackles off so he could take his mate somewhere away from everywhere…
He paused as something shifted in his mind. He paused, drawing his hand back and staring at the shackle. Something was wrong. Something hurt…on the inside. He frowned. He couldn't remember a time when anything had hurt so much.
"Ran!" Aya-Chan squealed, racing toward him, only to get grabbed up by Rem before she could reach him.
"Easy there, princess, he's dangerous right now," Rem reminded her, gently setting her back on her feet.
"Not to her!" Aya found himself shouting before he could stop himself, rising to his feet. His wings spread wide. That man…wolf…had better put that girl down! Why? She isn't my mate or my master. I shouldn't care about some girl!
"Do you remember her, baby? That's your sister," Yohji whispered, taking his hand in his own.
Aya looked at Yohji, uncomprehending. The sparks between them seemed to ignite as Yohji's touch reminded him of exactly how much he wanted the man.
Aya pulled his hand free and wrapped his arms around Yohji's waist, purring low in his throat. Disgraceful! Improper! Not in front of Aya-Chan! Where had those words come from?
"Baby, not that I don't appreciate you wanting me and all, but we can't fuck in front of all these people," Yohji snorted, though Aya could hear the tension and worry in his voice. Kyriel's growl sounded from across the room.
Aya forced himself to pull away, frowning as he touched Yohji's costume with his fingertips, tracing over where the shirt covered the usually bared midriff.
"Wow, the temperature in here just went up about a hundred fucking degrees," the little demon laughed from across the room.
Aya looked around, there was something that was missing, something he could use to kill the demon with. What was it?
"Do you think he's looking for his sword?" Ken asked, still keeping his distance with Omi under his arm.
"I doubt it," Yohji sighed, kissing Aya's forehead.
"Sword?" Aya paused, why did that sound so right? He was confused and horny and his head hurt. He just wanted today to be over so he could screw his mate into oblivion, and maybe have a little bit of his blood again.
Blood was good, especially Yohji's blood. But Kyriel had told him that he wasn't allowed to bite anymore and he was trying…but it was so hard when Yohji looked so good!