You know how they say that before you die your whole life flashes in front of your eyes? Well guess what, it's happening now and the last thing I will see will be Gaara's wrath. Itachi pushed me behind him to shield me. Thankfully Gaara stopped his advances. I took a good look at him; he really looked like shit. His eyes were red and puffy probably from crying and his skin had an unhealthy pale tone; I truly felt sorry for him. Even his eyes looked dull. Damn, all this shit about werewolves and mates must be real.
"You bring this human here? How dare you!? Have you ever thought about father?" Gaara screamed.
"I will not tolerate such childish behavior from you. Did we not teach you any better? Your father is too soft on you." Itachi said calmly with a cold tone and gazed towards the throne.
There stood a person, probably a male, with a black veil, so that nobody could see his face and it made me wonder how I didn't notice him before or how long he had been standing there.
"Don't talk about father like that, when you brought your whore into our own house!" Gaara growled. Before Itachi could respond the beautiful person spoke.
"Son… Be quiet…" Gaara immediately shut up. That voice brought chills down my spine. It had a honey tone but still raspy as if it was not used often but it held authority and power.
"Welcome home husband…" The same voice added, his attention now on Itachi.
"Greetings husband. I have returned and your son is acting spoiled. I expect you will tend to it." Itachi's voice sounded so cold and distant that it made me wonder where was I getting myself into.
"Of course." The person answered and I could feel his attention narrowing in on me. I tensed and couldn't look anywhere by down for a long time. The tension in the room felt so thick you could cut it. What the fuck is this?
"This is Deidara, Deidara you already know Gaara" he nodded towards Gaara and then pointed at the mysterious person by the throne "and this is my husband, Sasori." Itachi introduced.
Wait what? Husband? What the actual fuck? I was screaming in my head and stared at Itachi, waiting for a fucking answer to all this shit.
"And is this Deidara your new plaything?" The mysterious figure, Sasori asked.
"No, he happens to be the person I fell in love with. I have already asked his hand in marriage." Itachi answered as if he wasn't talking to his husband. I looked from Sasori to Itachi expecting some kind of fight to start.
"I see, I will be in my room." He left the room with his son hot on his tail.
"My King, the guestroom is ready." A servant said to Itachi.
"We will not make use for it." He answered and dismissed him. "Come, I will show you my quarters." Itachi guided me towards his room (I think?) and I stayed quiet. This place was all good etiquette as it seems, so I waited patiently for us to be alone. The moment we reached his room and the door closed behind us, his lips were on mine. I pushed him away mad that he dismissed an important issue; him being married.
"You are married? What the actual fuck?" I yelled.
"Calm down. I will explain everything." Itachi held both my arms to calm me and guided me to his bed. Once we were seated he sighed at my accusing glare.
"I am married but the marriage was diplomatic. I am the vampire ruler, something like royalty or a King to make things simple. Sasori is the leader of the werewolves. Both our species needed peace and an heir. So, Sasori was wedded to me and our offspring, Gaara, will be the heir to everything as the first vampire-werewolf hybrid." I was speechless. Not only was I getting into the life of a married dude and destroying a family, it had all these supernatural shit attached to it.
"You are not destroying anything. It is you my heart keeps warm for." Itachi caressed my hair.
"I think I want to go home…" I said softly getting up and putting some space between us.
"Why?" Itachi asked a bit panicked and getting up too.
"I don't want to be a part of this." I pointed around. "And as much as I like you, this is too fucking much even for me." Meaning: I am no whore.
"Please my beloved, do not depart from my side for the weekend and if you wish for so after that, I will never evade your sights again." Itachi grabbed me softly. I wasn't used to him like this, so pleading and soft, so I nodded yes. It's just a weekend right? Two days. What could go wrong?