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This chapter is a bit fluffy :3 just a bit of affection/sweetness between the two of them, and a little bit of naughty behavior, so be aware :)
Chapter 7: Oh Brother...
As Hecate's time to sleep arrives, she leaves the living room and goes into her bedroom, leaving me in the living room as I remain sitting in the same place.
The temperature inside the apartment has decreased drastically over the period of an hour after she has went to bed to where it is chilly for the both of us.
It seems as though Alessa is unaware of the lack of heat in the apartments.
If I want her to live, I need to do something so she doesn't fall ill…that would not be good for either of us.
Rising to my feet, I enter the bedroom as I sense her trembling form under the blankets of the bed she lies on. Slowly approaching her, I notice a fireplace in the bedroom, a distance away across from the bed in the center of the room attached to the wall.
After starting a fire within the fireplace, I carefully lift her sleeping form off the bed, keeping the blanket wrapped around her. Placing her bundle against my chest I approach the fireplace and sit before it.
Feeling the heat on my helmet and skin, I place her wrapped bundle on my lap, legs crossed so she can be comfortable.
Her small form begins to huddle against my warm chest, obviously drawn to the warmth radiating from me.
Feeling the warmth and comfort around me, my body begins to beg for sleep as my head begins to bob, falling in and out of consciousness.
Letting my head fall, I feel my helmet rest upon something, sensing it's the blanket, I allow more weight to lie on it as I relax.
Slowly I fall into a deep sleep.
Hecate's POV:
As morning begins to arrive, I slowly awaken. As I stir, I realize I'm all wrapped up in a blanket and in a curled up position.
Where am I…?
Slowly I open my eyes, in front of me I see a large metal object filling my vision, immediately I jump up and away from it, standing.
Seeing it from a distance now, I realize I was sitting in the creature's lap wrapped up in a blanket.
The creature begins to raise his head in reaction to my sudden awakening and movement, why was I in its arms? Didn't I fall asleep in the bed? I must have!
The creature faces me, its helmet must have been resting on the blanket in front of my vision.
Pushing the blanket off his lap, he rises to his feet, facing the fireplace. I then realize the newly charred ashes inside the fireplace.
He started a fire? Why?
'I suspect you are waiting for an explanation from me.' He says to me through my mind.
"…Yes…"
He seems to sigh as he begins, 'last night was very cold, the blanket alone was not enough to keep you warm. I simply did not favor the thought of you becoming ill, so I started a fire and helped warm you with my body heat.'
"…oh." He didn't want me to get sick…? That's thoughtful…
I watch as the creature lets out a deep groan in what seems like pain as his hands travel to his back, I then realize he had slept in an odd position the whole night, he must be sore and aching.
"…What should I call you…? What is your name…?"
He faces me, 'whatever you find pleasing to you, I do not have an actual 'name'.'
"What do others call you? Give me something to go off of."
'Alright, here are a few, motherfucker, son of a bitch, psycho, monster, the devil-' I cut him off.
"No, not those kinds of names…does anyone call you anything else? As in classification wise?"
'There are a few of those kinds of names.'
"Let's hear them."
'Some call me Red Pyramid, most others call me Pyramid Head, and Alessa calls me The Executioner. One person calls me Triangle Guy…'
"Oh, interesting. So can I call you Pyramid?"
'If you prefer.'
I smile, "Alright."
Noticing he is still experiencing pain from his back, I watch as he sits on the bed, rubbing his back.
Slowly I climb onto the bed, crawling towards him from behind. His head turns to the side, sending me a message that he knows I'm coming up on him as if I was trying to spook him, which I am not.
"You are in pain, let me help…"
Noticing his muscles still tense and showing no possibility of relaxing, he asks, 'what, are you going to touch me?'
"Just to ease your muscles…It will help with the pain. Just trust me, I know what I am doing…"
Slowly I approach his back, looking over it I observe each scar and healed wounds over it, as well as the already healed and mostly invisible dog bites. Slowly I place my hands on his back as I feel his body below my hands tense up even more at my touch, him obviously not used to being touched.
"Not very used to physical contact, are you?"
He does not respond, keeping his head to the side as if saying he is watching me.
Slowly I begin rubbing my hands over his muscles, slowly massaging them, as well as feeling the strong muscles under my fingers.
His breathing begins to soften as I increase my work on massaging his back, easing his muscles.
Eventually he begins leaning back, pushing my hands more against his back as I begin hearing quiet groans from him in pleasure from the massaging.
The feeling of his muscles as well as his pleasured groans makes my mind travel to possibly wrapping my hands around his waist to his chest to feel more of him, but I keep my hands on his back as my body begs for me to go further.
Feeling my body heat up, I slowly move closer to him, continuing my work on his back as I observe the scars on one shoulder as I gently move down and softly kiss it.
A deep purring sound erupts from him as he enjoys the treatment and kiss from me.
His hands suddenly grab me and pull me so I am in front of him, on his lap, his voice fills my head.
'I know you want more, to feel more, don't deny it, I welcome it.' He says in a deep, alluring voice.
He continues his deep purrs as I look up at his helmet and down at his chest, slowly I run my fingers along it, feeling the hard muscles on it under my fingers. He reacts to my touch by moving my body a bit closer to his as I feel something near my hip, what feels like a hard bulge against me.
My face heats up as I realize its location on his body…where his crotch is under the clothing of his…he has a hard-on because of me…
Feeling my body crying out to me to feel more, to do more to a more intense level, I continue running my hands along his chest and arms as his purrs continue, telling me he is really enjoying this as can also be proved by what is against my hip.
"Enjoying each other?" A sudden voice fills the room, causing me to jump off him and onto the bed as I look towards the doorway to see Alessa standing there.
"…I…uh…" I stutter, "…his back…he slept weird last night…it was hurting…I was helping with the pain…at first…" I explain, my face a burning red color with blush.
He rises off from the bed, facing Alessa.
"I know what you were doing, Hecate. It is just very…shocking, to see that he would allow something to make contact with him."
Noticing movement, I realize Pyramid lowered his head, seeming to also be communicating with her.
"Anyway, Hecate. Tell me about yourself."
"What about me…?"
"Family wise…"
"…well…uh…I…was adopted…my real parents died because of a murder…I never really knew them…"
"What about your adoptive parents?"
"They ended up dying just a few years ago...all I have left is a brother…"
"And what is his name?"
"Drew…why?"
"Interest, curiosity."
Looking over at Pyramid, his head remains lowered.
"How old?"
"Huh?" I look at her.
"How old is he?"
"Oh, uh…why does this matter?"
"Do you want to leave?"
"Yes…"
"Then answer my question and you will be one step closer to leaving."
Sighing, I answer, "…28."
She nods, "Good, thank you."
With that, she leaves.
"…what was up with that…?"
'The reason you are still here is because she senses something, odd, about you.'
"Yes, I am a pretty odd person, I know."
'Listen, she is trying to find out what is different, she feels some kind of link between the two of you.'
"A link? What kind of link?"
'Genetic similarities.'
"You mean like, relatives? I'm not related to her…"
'Not to her, but to the real Alessa. But until she finds out if this theory is a fact, you cannot leave.'
"Then what does this have to do with my brother?"
'She believes he may know more about this subject then you do.'
"What is she going to do? Talk to him?"
'Once he arrives, yes.'
"What!? He is coming!?"