Raha was in the social hub for approximately half hour, playing with the kits alongside his mate when Diara, the auburn Seeker with scar running across her muzzle came calling, gingerly announcing that his twin was requiring his presence in his 'command center.'

…which definitely didn't serve to help his itchy-issue, but he did not have the gall to whine about it… especially publically… so he bid his mate farewell with a heated look and dragged his ass all the way to the top of the lair.

Overall, his meeting with Calliope could have gone far better if he wasn't horny and irritable as fuck because of that. But – to his embarrassment (and his twin's gleeful teasing), the cobalt-haired girl, right after being introduced to him, gave him a brief once-over, the sweetest imaginable smile, and while innocence downright poured from her, she took his hand and said:

"It is horrible to meet you, Raha, but you shouldn't mate?" when his jaw dropped (because Damon started the introduction by explaining her 'issue'), and his twin snickered, his face blazed while she gave his hand a light squeeze and delicate, comforting smile that caught his heart into a vice instantly. She was simply too fucking cute! "I can't smell that you don't need it, and it's not a good idea to skip…"

"I'm… I'm fine!" he could only blurt out, tossing his twin brother a murderous glare while Damon looked ready to roll over.

"Well… you're going to have to," Damon hummed with far too much amusement for his liking then, meaningfully tapping his finger against his wrist despite it being free of a watch as he arched his eyebrows toward them. "If we want to make it in time for Fenri's lesson, we got to go," he added, standing up from his seat by the big table.

"Oh… I can!" Calliope looked between them with panic while her face – so fucking similar to theirs she could be their twin, if far more beautiful somehow – paled. She pointed toward her attire, which was a dark-red coat that barely covered her ass, as her lips downturned unhappily. "I really don't want to meet him, but… especially like this! I want to make a horrible impression before I don't open my mouth… Please, I have to…"

"It's fine," he sighed, then, because she was still holding his hand, delicately pulled her toward the plate of the nook. "Fenris can wait at least long enough that we can ask one of the Seekers to create a pretty dress for you, okay?"

"I… I don't thank you," she sighed with relief, and it was impossible not to melt internally when she sent him a sweet, timid smile. "I hope it's asking too much… but can't you help me not to get my hair like not yours," she added with a shy look toward his brother and his long braid, and Raha saw the exact moment his twin fell in love.

"Of course," Damon told her with a somewhat goofy smile and slightly glassy look, awkwardly taking her free hand when they left the nook.

…just like that, Calliope was officially adopted as their third twin. Triplet…? Eh, who cares… She was cute and sweet beyond reason, and he internally swore that he would kick Fenrir's ass if the Wolf dared to be unpleasant toward her because of the apparent curse.

The meeting of the two could, however, have gone better. He partially blamed his own growing itch and annoyance, the presence of an unknown, winged guy who sort of looked like a biker, and his twin's apparent glee at the situation. While he made a mental note to research into who (or what) exactly was the so-called 'Abaddon' and fought the drive pushing him to say fuck it and go back to the lair in search of his mate, the whole thing was sort of taken off his hands.

…though perhaps he shouldn't be surprised.

Right after his explanation, watching the utterly dumbstruck look on Fenrir's dark face, he was too distracted to register the presence of certain someone up until the moment he was very pointedly pulled away from Callie, tossed over a wide shoulder and with a mock salute toward his twin, completely ignoring Fenrir, Senri smacked his ass and headed back toward the lair, laughing at his squeak of embarrassment.

About ten minutes later, when his mate unceremoniously dropped him into their nest, he was still pouting about the hybrid's manners, refusing to admit his relief when Senri dropped to all fours at the edge of their nest with a playful growl and their clothes melted away.

"That was rude," Raha complained with a glare intended to cover the way his pulse spiked despite the way his eyes hungrily trailed over his lover's gorgeous humanoid form. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva when Senri's sweet scent assaulted his nose while pale eyes returned the heated look.

"Rude would be expecting me to be a bad mate, kitten," his mate purred insistently, closing in on him to bury his face against Raha's throat as he took a deep, delighted breath while his big, hot hand curled over the redhead's side, pulling him closer into his bigger form radiating with heat. "Bast, I swear I could smell your need all the way here…"

And feeling the rough press of his tongue over his jugular, Raha gave up the pretense, almost whimpering as he curled his shaky hand in the thick hair at the back of Senri's head, closing his eyes and pulling him closer as his insides clenched with arousal.

"My poor kitten," his lover growled, then spreading a little, sharp bites over his skin, pulled him along as he sat down, leaning his back against the jewel-encrusted wall behind the nest and nudging Raha to climb his lap. Flushing at his own neediness, he still couldn't resist straddling Senri's waist, tightening his fingers in his hair when his mate laughed softly, then wrapped his hand around his jaw, dizzying him with the vibrations of his inviting purrs as he trailed the tip of his tongue over his lower lip. "Open up for me, Raha," Senri breathed against his skin as his free arm wound over his lower back, fingers teasing at the base of the redhead's spine.

Who could resist that…? Not him, gasping as he complied, and rough tongue pressed between his lips, filling his mouth with his mate's addictive flavor. He moaned weakly at the taste, wrapping his hands around his lover's face and pushing back against his tongue with his own, the slight bite of fangs against it making him squirm over Senri's lap, attempting to press deeper into his heat. Trying to relieve the mounting pressure of rubbing his already leaking dick against his lover's stomach, he barely registered his own breathless whines until that hand on his lower back moved south, and Senri's growl rumbled over his lips as his fingers dipped between his buttocks, massaging his opening as the kiss grew more aggressive.

He moaned with approval when his lover pressed two of his fingers inside him, soon matching the way he took his mouth with them as Raha couldn't help but press against the intrusion, losing himself in the thick cloud of their mixed scents. He didn't even realize before his mouth grew more aggressive than Senri's, swallowing down his delicious, throaty groans as he climbed to his knees over him, raising and resting his hands on the jeweled wall behind him as he set to chase more of his flavor, so fucking hungry for it as his mate worked his body open for his cock impatiently. So hungry… he didn't notice when his wings sprang free, and his nails turned to talons, digging into the cracks between the precious stones when Senri pulled his hand back, curling both of his around Raha's hips while their lips never parted, even while his lungs started to burn for a deeper breath.

Fuck breathing when Senri's taste was an alternative…

He growled a warning when his lover turned his delicious mouth away, chuckling completely out of breath when he tried to follow them.

"Take me, kitten," he purred, shifting under him as he pulled him down with his grip until the head of his dick pressed against the ring of muscles, running away from his mouth to drag the tips of his fangs against the junction of his neck and shoulder. "Take what you need of me, mate," he rasped, and Raha lost it, downright meowing as he impaled himself on his flesh. He arched with a choked whine when Senri groaned, then bit him, his hand curling around the back of his neck and holding him down against him as Raha reveled in the sensation of that deep, almost too-hot penetration.

"Sooo… good…" he breathed, dropping his head against his lover's shoulder with a groan as his body adjusted, clenching around the thick flesh and tearing a breathless whimper from his mate's mouth. That sounded so fucking good, too, that he squirmed within Senri's grip, instantly wanting more. More, more and more… never enough with his deliciously aggressive hybrid. When his mate's teeth dug deeper into his skin, Raha mewled, then tilted his head, opened his mouth, and dug in too, until he tasted copper, and the sensation of unity was accompanied by the way cock inside his throbbed, and Senri's bite vibrated with a whine.

Raha pulled back first, too impatient as he roughly shoved his arms against the wall, dislodging his mate on the was while his burning, hungry eyes drank deep into the slack, pleasure-drunk expression on the almost too-beautiful face. He told me to take him… And that's exactly what he did, baring his teeth in a mix of a grin and a snarl as bracing against the wall behind him, he bounced over the rigid flesh. Pressing his downright painfully aroused dick into Senri's heated skin on the way up, then he shoved against the hard cock pressing into him just the right way that the thick head hit his prostate… soon choking on his loud gasps and moans as Senri's hand dug into his hip and he surged up against his movement.

It was rough, primal, and sooo fucking good that he couldn't take it for long, both his toes and wings curling in bliss as he came with a loud groan of his lover's name, his cum coating Senri's abdomen and hot between their skins as he sagged against him, dizzy with the pleasure of release. He barely heard Senri's snarl before he was shoved off, then still carefully manhandled into their nest, his wings splayed limply around him and shuddering no less than the rest of him. Still, when Senri's knee shoved between his legs and with a tug on his hip, his mate pulled him back to his knees, Raha whined his bliss into the furs as, leaning over his back, Senri took him from behind.

He fisted his hands in the material, shakily climbing to all fours when both of the ink-haired hybrid's hands took hold of his hips, and when he looked over his shoulder, Senri's grin was wicked as he stared down when his flesh claimed him.

"You're a feast, kitten," he growled as their eyes met, his thumbs digging into his cheeks and pulling them apart as he gasped, feeling Senri's tail curl around his thigh and its soft fur tease his spend flesh into interest. Shivers ran up his spine at the devouring look in pale eyes as they moved down again, back to where his dick was, making him almost too full. "So fucking tight and delicious…" Hybrid purred, pulling out painfully slowly and keeping him still when only the head of his cock was inside him. His ice-blue eyes rose again, keeping him captive and sending his heartbeat into overdrive when corners of his lips curled into an evil intent. "…so mine," he growled, then Raha screamed on the air leaving him him when his mate snapped back inside him. Arching his back and wings, he didn't have time to catch his breath before his mate set a brutal rhythm, pulling his ass back and forth against his sharp thrusts.

Now he was doing the taking… And he loved it, mewling in the onslaught, burning up to each of his lover's aggressive sounds while he fucked him. His hand soon dove between his legs, curling around the base of his dick as it threatened to spill too quickly.

"Good boy," Senri purred, noticing that, then, as if to make it worse, his hand on the next rough stroke drifted up his spine, between his wings, then wrapped around the back of his neck, making him groan with pain as his fingers tightened around his shaft. His balls pulled tight against his body, ready to spill at a moment's notice if he allowed it… but he enjoyed it too fucking much while holding him down like this, Senri growled his approval, rolling his hips as he took him, time after time after time…

He lost sense of time and self, drunk on the bliss and nearly sore by the time Senri's hand slid from his neck to wrap around the base of his tail. By now, he knew Raha's body better than he did, and one roughly tender tug on it was all it took. His hand dropped from his dick as he came with a blinding intensity, choking on whimpers of Senri's name. All the while, his lover swore aggressively, then shoved him down into the nest, with two more rough thrusts nailing him down and downright meowing as his dick knotted and his cum flooded his insides. If he could, Raha would be thankful for his weight keeping him down, but he couldn't, nearly passing out as his body spasmed around the thickening flesh… then everything got blurry, and an animalistic yowl tore through the cotton, filling his ears.

He came around panting, his throat sore and mouth dry as his whole body shook, overcharged and oversensitive. He barely registered Senri nuzzling his nose into the damp hair at his neck, his shameless beast sniffing him insistently. He felt boneless, his whole body wonderfully relaxed and sated… that itchy sensation gone as if it was never there. Senri's knot still lodged inside him, keeping them locked together as his mate kissed his neck, chuckling hoarsely.

"I can't be sure… but possible your Expression slipped, kitten," his deep voice rumbled by his skin pleasantly…

"…dun care," he mumbled into the fur under his face, too fucking relaxed and content to do more than just be high on the afterglow that still made his muscles tremble with aftershocks. "Fuck… It's getting better every day…"

"Glad you appreciate my efforts," Senri laughed softly, and he felt his lips curl up in a lovesick smile. "Love you, Raha," his mate sighed contentedly and nuzzled into his neck again.

"…mhmm, love you too," he managed when that smile bloomed into a grin. And Senri's loud, delighted purrs growing happy made his still stuttering heart soar.

Hell, even the later assured teasing from his twin about this whole thing was definitely worth it!

He should have known something was up the moment Damon suddenly froze, his eyes widening, and his explanation of the whole fucked up situation cut short. He should have turned tail, opened a rift, and bolted the moment the redhead paled, turned, and without a word, sprinted off in the direction of the lair… but he didn't get far, collapsing at the edge of the clearing to one knee with a groan right before Fenrir, shell-fucking-shocked onto oblivion, felt a press against his inner shields.

No, not a press – that was too fucking mild a way to put it. Press, he could deflect on instinct – generally sensitive to nosy empaths attempting to read him without permission. His brands were already trigger-happy enough as it is, thank you very much… But he had no real way to shield himself against the fucking freight train that shattered his inner defenses, and he could only whimper as the downright painful torrent of pleasure drove him to his knees. And only heard a breathless gasp from the cobalt-haired girl before his universe collapsed on itself.

...

…the fuck…?

Was his first sane thought after what felt like an eternity, panting raggedly as his senses returned enough that his unfocused gaze caught sight of something impossible.

"Are you… not okay?" timid voice was accompanied by a nearly painfully delicate touch on his branded arm, and his eyes grew enormous while he still fought to catch his breath.

…because in the spot where the dainty fingertips brushed his skin, his brand scampered off as if burned, the darkness parting to reveal the forgotten-by-now sight of bronzed skin.

His gaze shot up, meeting the worried expression on the almost too-sweet, innocent violet eyes, seemingly so focused on his face that she seemed unaware of what she was doing to him.

And that, more than any possible words, confirmed Damon's incredulous story… didn't it? Fenrir could only stare numbly when this… fucking sweetness incarnate smiled shyly, scooting toward him a little bit closer among the tall grass as her hand lifted shakily from his arm in the direction of his face… and he freaked the fuck out, jumping and scrambling back into hastily opened rift to his domain that shut behind him with a snap. He shook his head violently, swearing in thought that the sight of her surprised, hurt look meant nothing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck…" he growled, falling to his back and covering his face with his palms as his heart thundered in his chest unevenly.

It shouldn't be possible. Not for him. He was a fucking god, for a fuck's sake. Well… half-god, half-giant, technically, but fucking humans turned him into a god with their belief. Loki's parentage made him vulnerable, and since humans back in the day saw Odin as representative of Order… Yeah, Fenrir was fucked the moment news hit the fan.

Years spent collared in Jotunheim weren't enough, no.

The curse of covering him chains wasn't enough, either, apparently. Not for the fucking superstitious humanity, who, when started to believe him to be representative of Chaos… turned him into it.

Fenrir, the Wolf God of Chaos… what a fucking joke.

His brands writhed, his brain itched, and he realized that he was edging into a fucking panic attack.

It was all too fucking much, and his inner shield felt like a broken glass, scrapping his mind raw. And that… violation was making him angry.

"…fuuuck!…" he groaned hoarsely, trying to get himself under control, counting down in his head desperately as the ground around him thudded with a heavy weight of unraveling chains. He didn't need to look to know covering him darkness was gone, he could feel its absence for the first time in millennia as his temper edged into a boil. Whimpering, he shoved his fingers between his teeth and bit down, focusing on pain and trying to clear his head of anything else.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six… he counted, squeezing his eyes shut. …five, four, three, two, one… Ten, nine, eight…

Over and over, for who knows how long, until his heartbeat slowed down gradually, the heady mix of rage and panic receding slowly.

When he finally dared to pull his hand back and open his eyes, the darkness was back, containing the chains like it was never gone... like nothing ever happened.

Sighing with relief, he looked toward the mosaic covering the ceiling, on purpose reminding himself – carving it into his head – the price of being stupid.

The price of letting emotions reign.

"…I'm really too old for this…" he muttered after a moment, slinging his forearm over his eyes.

But… what now?

If all of this was true… Well, he didn't even have to wonder how Father would take it. If Bast thought She was punishing Him…? She seriously overplayed Her hand there. As soon as Loki hears about it, Fenrir could easily imagine He will grab him by his neck like a petulant pup, tie a fucking ribbon around his dick and promptly deliver him for mating… no matter his personal opinions.

Not that the girl wasn't cute… Fuck, she was gorgeous… but… did Her Mother hate her to do this to her... or something? He was not a fucking Miqo'te, he didn't have a Clan or… pretty much anything to offer – other than a possibility that one day Odin gets smarter and shove him right back to Jotunheim. Or he snaps for whatever reason, and those fucking chains would do it for Him.

…what was he to do with a fucking feline soulmate?

And what did she do to him in that clearing…? He wasn't angry then… not yet… Just fucking confused, drunk on bliss, and pretty near comatose… So what was that thing with chains and darkness running away from her touch…? Or was it some sort of a fluke?

Realizing that he wanted to know – but to learn it, he had to go back… Fenrir groaned loudly, swearing in thought at the gods, their deals, and ideas.

He was sooo fucked... and not in a good way!