(Now, I couldn't leave the Merome fans hanging, could I? ;D )

Chapter 6:

We arrived in Amory a few hours ago, the train ride having been exhausting. Now we were set to leave tomorrow with Adam's doctor. He apparently can only see this particular doctor, and it drives me insane having to come all the way down here! Mitch came out of the bathroom our fancy expensive hotel room possessed, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"I still prefer the river back at home." Mitch confirmed.

"Same." I mumbled, a yawn following. I was stretched out sideways on the bed, and Mitch rolled his eyes, going to his clothing and beginning to dress himself. A devious smile spread over my face as I sat up, watching him. When he noticed me watching, he blushed, continuing as if he didn't care, even though he seemed to care a lot. I stood, consuming him in a tight hug as he took in a sharp breath, surprised. "Oh Mitch, you tease me so." I informed him, kissing the side of his neck. He laughed.

"Oh Jerome, Ian will kill us." He responded.

"… Again, you tease me so." I repeated, turning him around and giving him a kiss. He didn't let me pull away, nor did I want too. I pushed him against a wall, deepening the kiss as we both moaned from pleasure, his hands in my fur and my hands/paws traveling his hips, pulling him closer. "Oh Mitch-"

"Oh Jerome." He quickly answered. His hands moved to my shirt, pulling it off quickly, only allowing the kiss to break for that period of time. Our hands roamed each other's bodies, the bodies we've learn by heart and like the back of our hands. We stumbled towards the bed, me tripping as I fell onto it, considering I can't see out the back of my head, Mitch breaking the kiss and messing with the button of my pants. As he pulled off my pants I pinned him down, attacking the sweet spot on his neck as he moaned loudly, his hands continuing to try and tug off my boxers.

I growled playfully, a hand moving to the towel around his waist and removing it, my foot tossing away the boxers at my ankles. I began to trail kisses down his body as he shivered beneath me, reaching his hardening member and flicking my tongue at the base of his shaft, making him moan pleasurably. My tongue slowly snaked its way up and around him, and not until reaching his head did I proceed to take him into my mouth, slowly taking him deeper into me. Beginning to get faster, I earned a loud, desired moan from him that made me go faster than I already was, continuing to rapidly pick up my pace. I took three fingers and shoved them into his mouth, and his tongue flicked around them, between them, surrounded them whole, his pace matched with mine. I pulled them from his mouth, inserting one finger into him, making him moan. I inserted the second and third as well, beginning to scissor him as he moan loudly.

"Are you ready?" I asked as I pulled away from him, lining myself up at his entrance. He nodded eagerly, and I slowly inserted myself, waiting for him to tell me to move as he gripped the sheets.

"Fucking move Jerome!" He begged. I started slow, eventually starting to increase my pace rather quickly, Mitch a moaning mess beneath me. "Fuck, right there!" He screamed as I hit his prostate. I continued to hit him at a perfect angle, angled towards his prostate, thrusting harder and harder each time, receiving a lovely storm of moans from him. "Jerome, I'm-" He cut himself off as he came over the both of his, his back arching off the bed, moaning louder than before. With a few more thrusts I came as well, filling him, withdrawing from his tight walls and falling next to him, pulling him closer and holding him in my arms. "Damn it, I just took a shower." He argued quietly, yawning.

"I guess you'll *yawn* have to take another one then." I replied.

"I love you." He whispered, turning his head to me. I gently kissed his cheek.

"I love you too." Suddenly we heard a loud bang against the wall our bed was positioned against.

"Really?! We're here for Adam, not for your sexual pleasures!" Ian screamed. We zoned him out as we fell asleep.

~Ty~

"-By the time you're reading this letter, we're probably halfway back with Adam's doctor by now; therefore we should be about 4 more days away. Ty, you need to change Adam's bandages and clean his wound please, if he gives you trouble do it while he sleeps, love Jerome." I finished reading aloud. Adam laughed.

"Oh well, it was fun while it lasted, being alone I mean." He confirmed, pulling me closer and pecking my cheek.

"No, don't kiss me, I need a bath, I'm disgusting." I argued, playfully pushing him away.

"Oh, then allow me to help you." He answered, continuing to kiss my cheek.

"No, I really do need to bathe." I informed him, pushing him away and rushing from the house. I heard him following me, until he eventually tackled me down again. I laughed.

"Why don't you want me to help?" He demanded, running his fingers quickly over certain sensitive areas on my body. I continued laughing uncontrollably, the ticklish sensation too much.

"Adam, stop!" I screamed, shrieking with laughter as he continued.

"You'll have to make me stop, I can't control myself!" He teased, getting faster, laughing himself. I managed to slip away from him, getting to the river and stumbling to the ground, catching myself on a tree stump. Adam landed next to me, stripping me of my shirt. I shoved him away again.

I slowly stood, stripping of my pants, but not my boxers, stepping into the water as I shivered slightly, the water getting colder than normal. Suddenly Adam jumped in, causing a major splash that consumed me in the cold water, making me gasp as he slowly swam over to me, his hair plaster to his face and a goofy smile spread over the rest, his sunglasses visible through the strands that didn't quite cover every inch of his face.

"You…" I began, my hair plastered down as well.

"Is something wrong?" He slowly began, straddling my waist as he sat in my lap. I tackled him underwater, but quickly surface with a bright red face, going to the edge and sitting down again, my body tense and ridged. Adam's completely naked… "What? See something you like?" He began; a cocky smile on his face as he once more straddled me.

"Nasty man." I stated, a grin spreading over my own face.

"Nasty indeed." With that, our heated kiss began, consuming me with warmth. Adam pinned down my arms underwater, my head resting on the dry ground at the river's edge. His tongue slid into my mouth without hesitation, but I bit down on the soft flesh hard, making him yelp; pulling away.

"TY!" He yelled, a small trickle of blood rolling off his tongue. I laughed.

"Let me bathe!" I requested.

"No." He retorted, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me back to him. I groaned in disagreement, but he didn't care. Eventually, knowing I wanted to kiss his sorry ass anyway, I gave up and gave in, passion consuming us both fairly quickly. His hands roaming my nearly naked body, mine staying by his chest, until he suddenly fell backwards, making me yelp as I fell with him, but them he sat up quickly again, his body slippery as my hands slipped down, a bit too low and causing me to go crimson as he simply tilted his head, smiling. "What?" He innocently asked.

I buried my face in his chest, embarrassed as hell, wrapping my arms around his neck. He simply laughed, taking a handful of water and wetting my body down for me once more.

"Are you embarrassed babe?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded. "Awe, don't be embarrassed, I want you to love me." He insisted.

"Fucking pervert." I mumbled childishly. He burst into a major fit of laughter.

"Oh my god, you should try staying up a little longer on a night Jerome and Mitch are going at it, you won't only be calling me a pervert little one!" Adam determined, tilting my still crimson face up to his. He gently kissed me, wrapping his arms around my waist, my arms around his neck as I shifted slightly, straddling him. The fact that I could feel him against me and all that was between us was a thin layer of cloth, I got even redder, but Adam simply pulled us closer together, wanting our bodies to touch. "Hmn… Why won't you touch me?" He questioned.

"Pervert!" I screamed, pulling back with amazement on how he could ask that. He smiled a cocky smile.

"What?!" He demanded. I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes.

"You know what, fine, but only if you show me your eyes." I demanded, smirking. He stared at me dumbstruck.

"What?" He croaked.

"I want to see your eyes, I bet they're beautiful." I stated, reaching for his sunglasses. He suddenly grabbed my wrist, stopping me as I took in a sharp breath, shocked.

"Uh… forget it." He mumbled. I frowned.

"What do you mean forget it; I want to see your eyes!" I yelled. We tussled about for a long time, either underwater or above water, until I manage to pull the glasses off of his face. He kept his eyes tightly closed. I moaned. "Adam, please?" I begged, kissing his forehead.

"No." He sternly replied.

"Why not?"

"Because I said so." He childishly retorted. I gently ran my tongue over one of his eyelids, as if it'd magically make him open his eyes. Nope.

"You're impossible." I looked down, reaching partially underneath me and grabbing him, squeezing him hard as he moaned, desperately hiding his face with his arms. "Damn it, Adam!" I grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm from his face, pinning his other down with my foot, once more tightly squeezing him. His bite his lip, whimpering. I sighed.

"Why can't I see your eyes?" I gently started, releasing him completely.

"Because they're awful…" He whispered, placing his glasses back on his face as I gave them back.

"Will you let me see them some day? I really want to see them."

"Maybe… After I get surgery to replace them or something like that…"

"Don't you even dare." I threatened, my voice dropping an octave.

"Damn, alright!" He groaned. Sitting up, he held me as I lied against him, both of us just sitting here for a long time, my mind continuing to wander back to… he's so… fuck… I buried my face into his right shoulder, thinking. "I'm sorry… I just don't like my eyes… they remind me and anyone who looks at them of my father and…" Adam sighed, not bothering to finish. He'd told me a little about what kind of person his father was, all of us actually, so I understood why he didn't like his eyes. His father wasn't a very nice man. Not at all. I mean, I don't know his name either, so it's not like I could find out who he is or anything.

"I'm sorry for trying to force you to show me… I just always look at you and you're just so perfect… And I bet your eye make you look even better too…" He humorlessly laughed.

"I doubt that."

"You wouldn't know unless you showed someone." I informed him.

"Smartass…" He mumbled. I playfully pushed him away.

I woke up with the usual nightmare from 6 years ago, stretched, and went about my morning as I normally did. I got dressed, noted my claws were even longer, starting to look like legitimate weapons, and slipped my bracelet on. I walked downstairs, entering the kitchen to find Adam wasn't there as I continued to rub my closed eyes.

"Where's Adam this time?" I asked myself, yawning

"The doctors looking him over." My eyes shot open, looking to the 3 people sitting at the table. Jerome, Mitch, and Ian. They all gave me warm smiles. I just stared, dumbstruck.

"But... I just… You said…"

"I don't understand." Jerome confirmed. I picked the letter I'd gotten yesterday up off the counter, showing them.

"I got this yesterday!" I exclaimed.

"Mail service is starting to go downhill, what can I say?" Jerome stated.

"Ok, Adam's all good, his leg's healed up all right since you left, just be sure to watch and tend for it, it's definitely leaving one mighty hell of a scar." The doctor explained from behind me as he walked downstairs, Adam following.

"Thanks." Ian responded, going to stand.

"No charge." The doctor added, leaving. Ian slowly sat back down, and I stretched again, grabbing whatever from the fridge and sitting down with Adam as we both ate.

"So, you guys have fun while we were gone?" Mitch asked, sipping his coffee.

"Sure." Adam calmly replied, no extra emotion added.

"Ty, did you confront your mystery man?" Jerome eagerly asked. They all looked at me with eager faces, still not having the slightest clue who I liked.

"Yep." I answered.

"And?"

"It all went to hell." I lied, finishing rather quickly, cleaning the plate off.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry." Ian insisted. I just gave him a smile.

"No, its fine, really, I don't care." I assured him. They sighed, Adam finishing too, cleaning his plate off as well. We all then discussed our plans for today, decided we should continue helping the farmers and such, so that's what we all set out to do. I ended up running back and forth all day long, until being sent to chop down some fresh trees so I could pile them up for later in the winter, so the farmer would have a fresh selection of wood to choose from. I didn't mind, considering I was alone and I could use my razor sharp wings to slice right through the thick trees, so the chore went by rather quickly.

When the day finally ended, I was lying on the couch, Mitch getting another massage from Jerome, Adam giving me a massage. Such a loving boyfriend… that's what he is now, right? My boyfriend?

"God damn it, right there." I mumbled into the couch. Adam pressed down harder, making the knots feel like they were shifting around under my skin, causing me to moan.

"Damn it…" Mitch mumbled.

"Why do you always get it easy Ian?" Mitch and I demanded at once, making Ian laugh.

"Because I'm oldest." He joked. I sat up, lying down on the couch, my arms crossed behind my head and my feet propped up on Adam's lap. Mitch rolled his shoulders, stretching a bit now that Jerome, who was once more straddling him from behind, had finished for the night, yawning.

"Ready for bed?" Mitch yawned.

"You know it." Jerome yawned back, standing as the two of them went to bed.

"I think I'll go ahead and hit the sack too." Ian confirmed; standing and leaving as well, following them. Once all of them were out of site, I sat up, crawling over to Adam and giving him a kiss.

"I'm going to bed too." I informed him.

"Goodnight babe." He whispered into my lips.

"Goodnight." I stood and rushing upstairs to my room, closing and locking the door. I undressed and basically crashed the instant I hit the bed.

The air was cold, but the sun shined brightly down onto us. I could see different flashing images, not recognizing any of them. I saw a scene where Adam was taking off his glasses, revealing his eyes, but I could not see them, as if the glasses still covered their beauty.

I couldn't hear anything, nor see any color, and eventually I didn't see anything, just the black darkness of the void, of my home. Then I could see a man, a man that looked like Notch, back to back with a different man that had soulless white eyes. Between them was a thin sheet of glass, as to prevent them from seeing the other I suppose. The one I take to be Notch's enemy, Herobrine, began to create the monsters that roam the nights of the world, he created all but the Enderman, while Notch was creating life, from creatures great and small to humans.

Then the two of them turned and faced each other, but their attention was snapped to a girl, not too far off, long, flowing black hair and glowing purple eyes. Notch had not created her, nor had Herobrine, and suddenly the girl transformed into a dragon, attacking the two and unleashing the wrath of Enderman everywhere, then disappearing completely, but leaving behind some of the Enderman. I take that to be my mother. The two enemies then teamed up, the best army that had ever been seen, agreeing that to protect both hell and the over world, they'd each rule one of the two without argument.

Notch received the over world while Herobrine received hell, and together, the two destroyed the girl, then returned to their kingdoms. Herobrine was forced to leave behind his creations, but soon began on newer ones; one better than the previous ones, while Notch continued advancing the needs of his people.

I woke up, not with a start, but as if I'd just been given a history lesson. That's the first time I haven't had a nightmare in a long time… I smiled, sighing happily as I felt comfortable in my own bed for once.