Thailand
Mauga lie awake in the dark as Baptiste very obviously tried to sneak in silently. When he checked the tracker linked to his wrist and saw that he was finally close to the hotel, he only pretended to be asleep to gauge his body language, and boy, did it speak volumes. He didn't know what the hell he was doing in those woods for hours on end, but according to his wristband, he hadn't moved from the temple the entire time. Of course, the first thing he thought was perhaps he was waiting out the rain, but the way his heart rate remained elevated for quite some time raised more questions.
The beeline he made for the bathroom wasn't out of the ordinary. He assumed he just wanted to shower after being in the humidity all night, so he didn't give it any second thoughts. As he was beginning to fall asleep was when Baptiste finally came out of the bathroom, and he didn't miss the pregnant pause he made before he crawled into the bed, forty feet away from him!
Though again, he didn't think too much of it given how he'd already been acting distant and aloof lately and just chalked it up to him being in his mood again. But there was one question that burned in the back of his mind throughout the night.
What did he do to or with the vamp?
No doubt about it he was in that temple with him, and the fact that he came back to the hotel empty-handed was a clear indicator that he let him go. Was he even going to "try again" in the morning like he said they would? What was his thought process? He didn't understand! He felt like he was losing him, but he didn't know the reason why!
Mauga rolled onto his back and dragged his hands down his face. Baptiste fell into a deep sleep quickly, a sleep he'd usually have after an intense hunt. He was snoring. That chase must have worn him out.
Yeah. The chase.
He caught a glimpse of Lifeweaver when he saw him in the temple, and he wouldn't deny how cute he was. But he wasn't Baptiste's type. He preferred the bigger, stronger types. He had nothing to worry about.
His paranoia eventually led him to sleep. He was so restless throughout the night, tossing and turning and waking up constantly while Baptiste slept soundly. He felt like his world was falling apart all around him and it was beyond repair. But the annoying aspect of it was the fact that he couldn't pinpoint the issue!
As the sun rose and seeped into the room, he understood he wouldn't be getting any decent sleep. And as if life hated him, he was getting a headache. He sat up with a grunt and looked over at a sleeping Baptiste. Lying on his stomach, the white sheets draped across his lower half contrasted against his skin in a way that was appealing to the eye. He dragged his gaze up his back, that pit in his stomach, now viciously eating at him when he spotted faint marks on his shoulder blades. Normally, they would have been covered by his shirt, but it must have gotten twisted up in his sleep.
He leaned in to get a closer look at the marks. Were those… scratches? He scoffed, abruptly getting up and throwing his clothes on. He needed to get out of there.
Baptiste shuffled, slowly being woken up by the movement around him. He could tell it was early which meant he hadn't been asleep for too long, but still, he felt rested, serene. Was it the fancy healing Niran did? Whatever it was, he woke up with a smile on his face, expecting to roll over and see his new lover but instead saw Mauga stepping into his pants.
Oh, right.
"Morning," he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What's the hurry?"
"You're up," Mauga hoped to get out of there before he woke up, but clearly that wasn't happening. "Thought you'd be out a while longer."
"Surprisingly, I'm not tired," Baptiste replied honestly. "Going somewhere?"
"Gonna grab some food," Mauga laced up his boots and checked his pockets. "Might be out for a while."
Baptiste was stunned as Mauga left saying nothing else. There was something… bitter about his words and the way the door slammed shut. He didn't find out, did he? No, how could he have? It was impossible. He covered his tracks.
He fell back onto the bed, that goofy grin returning to his face. He had the best time of his life fooling around with Niran. Their connection was instant, and he was worried it was purely physical, but the sparks remained. They remained while they basked in the post-coital glow and chatted a bit, and they remained up until they parted ways.
What they shared was real. It was real and intense and almost overwhelming, and he wanted to explore every bit of it. "I should have gotten his number!" He reached for his phone and turned it on, remembering he'd shut it off just hours ago. He planned on pretending his phone was dead if Mauga asked any questions. Thank goodness he didn't have to lie to him again.
"Tomorrow?" Niran whispered breathlessly while his Caribbean knight kissed his neck. "I, I can do that…"
Bap got a little more excited than he wanted to admit. He hummed, taking in the soothing scent of lavender coming from his hair. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Niran couldn't keep his hands off! He especially loved that chest of his. He wondered what else he'd grow to adore as they spent more time together.
"Do you know how good it makes me feel to know that I will see you again?" Baptiste ran his digits through silky hair. "I can't wait."
"You're here with me now and you already can't wait to see me again?" Niran flirted shamelessly, taking all the affection Bap was willing to give. He was so perfect.
"You're telling me you don't feel the same?"
Maybe that's what he could do while Mauga gave him some time alone! He jumped out of bed with his newfound energy, digging through his duffel bag for a decent shirt to wear. He pulled out a burgundy muscle shirt and held it up, debating on whether or not he should wear it for Niran. He usually only wore them when he worked out, but he had a feeling he'd appreciate it.
He took his time getting ready, brushing his teeth, and running a pick through tight coils. He wanted to make sure he looked extra good for his lotus. There were a few times when he actually felt like Niran wanted to eat him up, and he wanted to recreate that feeling. "Eat me if you want, I don't mind at all," he quipped, flashing himself a cocky grin in the mirror.
He sat down and laced up his boots, wishing he had more casual wear with him. It was a hassle getting in and out of his gear, but he supposed he could go a little lighter this time since he wasn't actively going on a hunt.
In a rush for no reason, he happily left his room and exited the hotel, finding his way back into the forest. He checked the time, eight forty-seven in the morning. How whipped was he already to have gotten back to his room after three to jump back up less than five hours later just to go see him again? He didn't care. He needed this. He deserved a bit of peace and happiness in his life.
Niran's eyes fluttered open, a wide smile plastered on his face. He was going to see him again! He threw his covers to the side and swung his legs off the bed. "Oh, shoot! It's already past eleven!" He shot up, tossing clothes around in his drawer looking for something easy to wear and hoping his sleeping in didn't backfire.
He groaned, he wasn't expecting Satya to come home so soon! He figured he would have had at least another day to himself so he could go and meet Bap without anyone knowing, but now he was going to have to make an excuse to leave! Could he say he was going exploring again? He was one to spend days amongst the trees, but with how suspicious she was of him, would it work?
He stepped into a red chong kben and a black silk shirt that he had tucked neatly. The shirt sat loosely on him, with a deep v-neck and short sleeves. Nice and breezy, just how he liked it!
"Niran," Satya knocked on his door before pushing it open. They had a silent rule that whenever either of their doors were open, they were welcome inside. His door was usually always open because he was very needy, always wanting attention or to talk or just to breathe her air. It took her some time, but she'd eventually gotten used to his personality and he became her closest—well, only, really—friend.
"Satya!" Niran bounced over to her, a lively pep in his step as he took her hands and swung them side to side.
"You seem rather cheery," she pulled her hands away and looked him up and down. That was a nice color combination. Not only that, but he had a certain glow about him. "Sleep well?"
"I slept beautifully!" He skipped past her and into the kitchen, switching on his teapot. He looked through the terrace doors and stared at the temple in the far distance. 'I'm coming, Bap!' Oh, yeah. Soon, he would be.
"I'm just glad you're home," there was truth in his words, he'd been worried sick about her safety. But now that he no longer had to be concerned about her whereabouts, he was free to live his life!
"Don't get too excited," Satya joined him in the kitchen, pulling a mug down from the cabinet. She liked his tea. "I will be heading into the city for fruit. I might even walk around for a while. It has been a while since I've been home."
Satya didn't remember much of her human life, but he knew she was born and raised in India. She remembered the horrible event of being turned and how Niran, coincidentally also in India at the time, was the only one who lent a helping hand to her. He'd quickly revealed that he was a vampire and offered his assistance, promising her she'd be able to live like a normal human as long as she was willing to learn.
Having no one else, she quickly agreed, unknowing just how hard it would be to learn his craft. It took her decades to be able to say she was comfortable getting energy from the earth on her own! As time progressed, she was able to go out on her own for extended periods of time and care for herself, and never once felt the need to harm a human. She wouldn't have lived this long if not for his generosity.
"Bring me some durian?" Niran chirped, silently thanking the universe for being in his favor. All he had to do was wait for her to leave, then he could go and see Bap!
"Absolutely not," Satya put a stop to that thought quickly. "It smells awful. You are not eating that in this house."
"I'll eat it outside. Please?" Niran leaned against her, knowing how much she hated it.
"No!" She pushed him out of her bubble, sitting at the kitchen table while she waited for the water to boil. "Dragon fruit or nothing at all."
"So mean!" Niran pouted with a light toss of his hair. "No tea for you!"
She hadn't seen him in such a playful mood in a while. She'd forgotten how much energy it took out of her. "Niran," she knew it had something to do with whatever he'd gotten into last night. Who was this mystery person? Would he tell her if she asked? When did he even have time to meet someone? "…never mind."
"No," he sat at the table across from her, his gut telling him he knew what she wanted to talk about. He figured as long as she didn't find out that Bap was a hunter, there was no harm in telling her about him. "What is it?"
"Just…" she looked away, unable to properly convey her own emotions. "Be safe, please?"
"You care so much about me," he said with a light smile. He knew she had a hard time expressing herself and immediately understood what she was getting at. "I promise you, I am safe." Yeah, he had Baptiste to protect him!
"Care to share?" She stood and pulled her preferred tea out of the cabinet as the teapot started whistling. He preferred his with loads of sugar while she liked hers plain. She didn't get it!
"There isn't really much to say," Niran lied. There was so much he could tell her about him! But he didn't want to let her know just how whipped he was already!
"How about starting with his name?" Satya dropped sugar cubes into his cup with a disgusted look on her face. He should really try having a little tea with his sugar.
"His?" Niran grinned. It was a fact that he was a bit on the flamboyant side, but he loved everybody! Obviously, he had a preference, but still!
"Her?" Satya turned and looked at him, a brow raised.
"Fine." Niran huffed playfully. "His name is Baptiste."
"Sounds French," she said, pouring water into both mugs and bringing them to the table.
"Haitian, actually," Niran stirred his tea, looking fondly into the cup as his thoughts drifted to Bap.
"Isn't that the same thing?" Satya joked.
"Satya, you know very well there is a difference," Niran laughed, he was going to have to run that by Bap to see just how peeved he got!
"That is like saying Australia and New Zealand are different. Might as well be the same," she knew how offensive that would have been to a Haitian or an Australian, but who cared? Not her, that's for sure! It wasn't like she meant it in a mean way!
Niran laughed blatantly at that one. As silly as it was, she was right! "Don't ever say that to an Australian or Haitian native! The tongue lashing you'll get?"
"Please," she rolled her eyes, sipping her tea. "When will I ever come across anyone from those parts? Speaking of, what is he doing in Thailand?"
"What, people can't visit? You know this country is kind to tourists. Much nicer than China," Niran recalled the few bad encounters he had with the locals of Yunnan. Some of them weren't very pleased he was there, but he paid them no mind.
"That is true," Satya didn't like going into the city back when they were at the castle. The locals weren't too kind to her. Maybe it was the color of her skin, or maybe it was the thick accent she'd never grown out of. Either way, she felt much safer inside and sent Niran out for anything she needed. "So, he is just visiting?"
No, he was actually there hunting him, but he couldn't very well just tell her that! He nodded stiffly, sipping his tea. What could he say?
"Does he know what you are?" Satya knew they typically kept their identities secret, but her dear friend liked to let his emotions cloud his judgment. It was very possible that he let it slip on accident.
Also, something he couldn't tell her! "I haven't said it out loud," which wasn't a lie! Just… a way around the truth. He babied his cup of tea while she eyed him. He hoped he was putting on a good poker face!
"Well," she stood, rinsing her cup and putting it in the dishwasher. "I've said it a thousand times before, but…" she sighed, facing him. "Be safe and smart. Don't give us away. We have yet to find another safe house."
"We can go looking for one later," he suggested. "We've got all the time in the world."
"You are right." Satya walked over to the door and slipped on her sandals. "I will see you later. Please do not leave your cup sitting on the table."
"Of course, dearest Satya," he said with a wave of his hand as she left. He glanced through the window, shooting out of his seat as soon as he saw her disappear into the trees. He was so excited! However, his excitement diminished a bit when he realized this was probably just a fling. He didn't want it to be over so quickly! He didn't want it to ever end!
He left the house, headed back toward the temple. He'd been so wrapped up in the swirl of emotions, he didn't stop to think about how empty he'd be once they parted ways for good. Was it weird that he wanted to keep him around forever? How could he keep Baptiste by his side?
How could he convince Satya to be okay with it?! There was no way she'd be willing to change up their routine after it'd taken her so long to get used to her current one! What was he thinking? Keeping a hunter around where they laid their heads? Was he insane?
But… for some reason, he wanted to take the risk. There was something in the universe strongly pushing them together, and the more he tried to deny it, the stronger it pushed.
"I'll be here, waiting for you." Baptiste had him pressed against the wall, bodies flush against one another. "Will you be here?"
Niran nodded voraciously, allowing his hands to feel up the muscles in his back. "I will…!" He breathed out. He was still so worked up! "I, I just don't know what time." He wasn't sure when Satya would be back and didn't want to coordinate anything just yet.
"That doesn't matter," Bap would be there bright and early if he had to. He didn't care what he had to tell Mauga to get out of the hotel. The only thing that mattered was Niran. "I'll be here."
Ah, what if he was already there? He didn't want to keep him waiting! What if he had other things to do? Just because he was hunting didn't mean he didn't have other travel plans; Thailand was a beautiful country.
Baptiste sat against wooden panels that made up the walls of the temple, waiting patiently for his lotus to show his beautiful face. Although it was now past noon, he wasn't worried. He knew he'd show. He felt it. And he'd wait however long he needed to.
However, the longer he sat with his thoughts, the more he began to realize the depth of the hole he'd dug himself in. He'd convinced himself this would turn into something more than just a fling, but the reality of it was, he couldn't just abandon his life for this vamp! He began to hate himself for getting so caught up in this intense wave. He'd never lost his head like this! But damnit the way Niran touched him, the way he held him, the soft way he spoke to him, it was incredibly different than his experiences with Mauga! How could he not indulge?
Poor Mauga, though. He was probably going crazy trying to figure out what was going on. Why did he even leave anyway? It wasn't like him to be so… cold? Was that it? He groaned, bumping his head against the wall a few times. He owed it to Mauga to be honest and tell him the truth. He didn't deserve this. God, he was the world's shittiest person.
"Bap! You're here!"
A melodious voice brought him out of his deep thoughts and completely erased any negative emotion he was feeling, being replaced with excitement and joy. "Niran," he jumped up and met him in an embrace, running fingers through his hair, kissing and caressing his face sweetly. "My beautiful lotus. I missed you."
"I missed you too, handsome," Niran purred, melting into him. He smelled delectable, and the urge to bite him resurfaced! He paid special attention to his neck, planting tiny kisses on chocolate skin. He'd bet he tasted just as good. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."
"Not at all," Baptiste was just glad to have him in his arms again. The connection they had outweighed the horrible feeling that held him back, and it began to consume him. His hands fell to his butt, squeezing and pulling him closer when his stomach growled loudly. He gave an awkward half-smile. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry!" Niran had an idea. "I feel bad for making you wait! Let me make it up to you?"
"What did you have in mind?" Bap connected their lips naturally as if they'd been doing this for years.
"Well," Niran drew circles on his chest, taking a liking to the skintight shirt he had on. "As it just so happens, I have the house to myself. I can take you there and make you some lunch. How does that sound?" He knew what he was doing was risky, but he also knew that Satya liked to be off on her own, meaning he had several hours to himself. Besides, he'd much rather get busy on his soft mattress rather than on the hard floor of the temple.
The house to himself? He didn't live alone? 'Oh, that's right. He's with another vamp.' What was their relationship? How long had they known each other? Did they know he was fraternizing with a hunter? The rumbling in his stomach and the curiosity of how he lived persuaded him, a new form of excitement brewing. "I'd be insane if I said no to that."
Niran grinned at him and took his hand, leading him out of the temple and down his own path through the trees, and Baptiste could have sworn his heart fluttered again! He was elegant as he moved through the shrubs and branches with experience, asking him random questions here and there.
They were both incredibly happy.
The entire walk to his house, Niran took the time to ask him basic questions like what his favorite color was and if he had any hobbies. He learned that he was currently living in Samoa, but hoping to relocate soon, which only gave him unnecessary hope. He shouldn't say things like that to him! He shouldn't feed into his desires! "You should consider Thailand," he said, leading him up the walkway to his house. He couldn't help himself!
"Funny you say that," Bap liked the idea, for sure. He took a look at his house, perfectly hidden by flora and fauna, yet still close to town. It was clear that this home had been here for quite some time, as it needed a lot of work but still looked comfortable. He observed the flowers around the perimeter of the house, they looked like they were hand planted. "You plant these?"
"I did!" Niran became expressive, liking the fact that he took an interest in his plants. He motioned for him to come over as he crouched, bringing petals to his nose. "These are Jasmine. I've found the potency helps with energy regeneration." His eyes landed on a bunch that was wilting and he frowned, holding them gently in his hands as a soft light emanated from his palm.
Bap fixed his eyes on the statuesque being only inches away from him. He was picture-perfect, serene while he took time to stop and smell the flowers. And it looked like he was… bringing them back to life? He wanted to know more of him. He was so fascinating. "What are you doing?"
"This section is dying, so I'm healing them," Niran looked over at him, flashing his pearly whites. "Here, smell," Niran held a few up to him. "Good, right?"
"It's lovely," Bap said, looking into light brown eyes. He took a second and let himself fabricate a new future. He could see himself meticulously tending to a beautiful garden with Niran teaching him the ropes. He could see the two of them sharing breakfast on a terrace and wandering around doing whatever it was he wanted to do.
Unfortunately, that was unrealistic. While Bap would age and lose his ability to do much, Niran would stay his young, beautiful, and sprightly self, living on for many more centuries. The thought saddened him, and he didn't know why.
"What's wrong?" Niran cupped his face. He was so handsome even when he was distraught about something. "You'll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that," he rubbed the furrow lines on his forehead with his thumb.
"It's nothing," Bap couldn't wrap his head around how caring and sincere he was. It was refreshing. "You're sweet."
"I'll bet you're sweeter," Niran winked at him before standing. "Now come, let me feed you." He took his hand and pulled him up the steps and into his house.
"So, you have a roommate?" Bap facepalmed internally, how weird did he sound just coming out of the blue like that? He followed him inside, feeling the immediate warmth and openness of his space. Was it just his energy that spread throughout the house? It was nice.
"She's more than just a roommate," Niran said fondly, sitting him down at the table and digging in the fridge for ingredients. He knew just what to make!
Bap's heart sank far more than he'd like to admit. But why? There wasn't anything that could be long-term between them. Surely, they both knew this was just a fling. So, why was he taking care of him and making him a home-cooked meal like he wanted to keep him around? He shouldn't feed into his desires like this; it'll only give him the wrong idea. It was good he already had someone by his side.
Niran saw the drastic change in his mood and realized how his words came off. "Oh, no! Not like that!" He waved his hands frantically, standing in front of him and straddling his lap. "She's just a very close friend. We've been together, well, not together, for, gosh, I don't even know how long now. A couple of centuries? I saved her."
Bap hugged him, hands subconsciously feeling him up. He was suddenly relieved. "So like you," he mumbled into his chest. "So passionate… a gentle soul."
"Oh, Bap," Niran held his chin and lifted it for a kiss. "Is it crazy of me to want to keep you around? I can't help but want to explore this!" He buried his face in his neck, the words pouring out of him like rushing water. His earthy musk smelled so good, it was making him weak in both mind and body. "Every time I try to ignore it, my urges get stronger. Please tell me you feel the same way."
"Gade mwen," Baptiste knew he didn't speak his language, but he knew it would get his attention. They shared a gaze for what felt like a million seconds, locked in their own wavelength. "You'll take me in if I run away and abandon my life?"
"Don't you think your life would be better if I were in it?" Niran cocked his head to the side flirtatiously.
"Immensely better," Bap replied between more kisses. "But…"
"But what?" Niran pouted, holding his cheeks.
"How realistic is it for us to stay like this? I mean," Bap stalled, not wanting to speak aloud what they were both avoiding. "I wouldn't want to intrude…" he settled for saying instead. "You and your friend, you have a routine already and I'm sure she wouldn't like it very much if I were around."
Niran slid off his lap with a laugh as he went back to the counter to prep his meal. "I'm sure Satya would love it for me to have another distraction. I'm always in her space, and she hates it!"
Even though he'd confirmed they were just friends, Baptiste still felt some type of way about it. What was this, jealousy? He hated how easily Niran was able to influence his emotions, but just the same found it fascinating and intriguing.
"It's true she probably wouldn't care for you much in the beginning, but she'll come around!" It was all easier said than done given how Bap was a hunter. Satya would rather sleep in the dirt than rest her head anywhere near one! But Niran figured he could cross that bridge when he got there… if he got there. Because really. What was the likelihood of him truly abandoning his life just to play house?
As dreamy as it sounded, they were still vampire and hunter, and they couldn't coexist.
His newly depressing thoughts distracted him, and he dropped an egg. He sighed heavily, bending to clean the mess when Bap rushed to his side to aid. "Oh, dàalíng, you don't have to help me, I've got this."
"It's the least I can do since you're cooking for me," Baptiste said, taking the paper towels from him and wiping up the mess. "Which," he stood, tossing them in the trash and holding him by the waist. "Thank you, by the way."
"Oh, this is nothing," Niran blushed, telling just a little white lie. Although he knew how to, he didn't really cook much. He only cooked when he had a craving for something, which wasn't often. It just went to show that the fact that he even had the ingredients to make anything was a sign they were meant to be! "It'll be super quick!"
"What are you making?" Bap asked, hugging him from behind while he chopped garlic.
"I'm making a dish called phat kaphrao," Niran explained. "It's a rice dish served with your choice of meat, basil, and topped with a fried egg! I make it with seafood. Do you like fish?"
"I do," Baptiste wasn't a picky eater, and he honestly favored fish. He was looking forward to it! "Sounds good."
"You'll love it."
"Cook much?" Bap asked, giving him space to do what he needed to do and sitting back down at the table. He knew vamps didn't need to eat and only did so for pleasure.
"Actually… not really," Niran said sheepishly. He didn't want to seem clingy or weird for cooking him a meal! "I mostly just drink tea, but I'll get a craving here and there for something good to eat."
Baptiste felt bad! He didn't want him to cook something just for him! "Eat with me? I don't want to eat alone."
"Of course," Niran wanted to see what it was like to share a meal with his new friend, especially if he planned on keeping him around. He suddenly felt mischievous.
"Good," Bap nodded in content, leaning back in his chair. "I've been wanting to eat with you."
"Really?" Niran smiled. It was like they shared a mind! "Since when?"
"Since now," Bap cheesed back at him. He liked their dynamic and wanted to get a feel for more of it. "Why? Don't want to?"
"I think you know I do, and I think you know I want more than just to eat with you," Niran squeezed his eyes shut, that sounded dirty! Obviously, he wanted to jump his bones, but he more so wanted to just be in his presence and get to know him.
"Yeah?" Baptiste sat back in his chair, offering himself up on a platter. "I'll give you whatever."
"Don't tell me that," Niran groaned, biting his bottom lip at the sight of the fine treat distracting him.
"Why not?" Bap gave him a sexy grin. He had a feeling he knew where this was headed, but he wanted to see if he'd say it out loud.
"Bap!" Niran huffed, turning around to hide his face. He was sure it was as red as a tomato! "I need to finish cooking! Stop teasing me!"
"Okay, I'll behave," Baptiste couldn't wait to get his hands on him again. But even more so, he wanted to get to know him. It was clear how crazy compatible and comfortable they were; he'd be a fool to ignore it.
"Good," Niran needed to change the subject before he ate him instead! "So, tell me something special."
"Special how?" Bap thought about anything significant in his life other than hunting and came up short. "I'm a pretty boring guy outside of… you know."
"Anything you want to do but never got a chance to?" Niran asked, almost done with the meal prep.
"I guess I'd like to travel leisurely," Bap shrugged. "I've been thinking about a career change lately."
That excited a certain someone! "So, you're looking to relocate from Samoa and even consider giving up your license?" Niran knew how high the value of a hunter's license was. It would be a big deal to turn it over.
"Hmm," Bap thought about it. It did come in handy even outside of hunting. "Maybe I'd keep it for the perks."
"Perks? I suppose it makes sense that you hunters would get access to special things," Niran nodded.
"Flights, boats, fancy cars," Bap listed off the various amenities he had easy access to. He hadn't realized the amount of special treatment they'd gotten! "Even weapons, gear, tech, you name it. Medicine, too. But I have to say, nothing compares to whatever you gave me."
"Oh, stop," Niran got shy again, not expecting the sudden praise. He knew his medicine was the best in existence but hearing it from Bap made a world of difference. "It's just energy from the earth…"
"Yeah, but it came from you. Nobody else in this entire world can do that. You're one of a kind." Baptiste gave credit where credit was due. "Now that I got a demonstration of what you can do, I get why the doctor wanted you so badly."
"The doctor?" Niran let out an exasperated huff. "She's the one who sent you after me?" He asked, pulling two plates down from the cabinet and loading them up with food. "Makes sense, she's been trying to get her hands on me for almost a century."
"That long, huh?" Baptiste remembered her saying something about trying to convince him for a while, but he didn't know how long it'd been.
"Unfortunately," Niran said with a sad smile. He was used to beings taking an interest in him only for his abilities. Maybe that was why Bap was so refreshing to be around. "I guess I showed up on her radar the moment I arrived in China."
"That must have been annoying to deal with, I'm sorry you had to go through that," Bap felt even worse that he had only added to Niran's stress by making him leave the castle! "I'm sure my actions didn't help either."
"It's okay," Niran sat a plate and a glass of water in front of him and touched his shoulder. "She was actually pretty respectful about it, believe it or not. She must have gotten fed up with me constantly declining." He sat across from him with his own plate. "And don't beat yourself up over it. I was feeling a little homesick. Not to mention the locals weren't too kind to me and even worse to Satya."
"Really? That's unexpected," Baptiste surprisingly didn't have any issues when he was there, and he figured Niran was worldly enough to fit in moderately well, but he guessed not! He hungrily dug in, putting a forkful of food into his mouth and humming with content. "Sa a bon gou!"
Niran was proud of his work, elated that Baptiste liked his cooking. Maybe he should learn Haitian Creole. "I'm glad you like it. Maybe I can cook for you again one day."
"Maybe I'd like that," Bap scarfed down his food, almost embarrassed at how hungry he was. He'd woken up and disregarded breakfast, only thinking of Niran! "Sorry, I should have eaten something before I left."
"No need to apologize," Niran tittered, making progress on his plate. It was amusing watching him eat like he hadn't eaten in days. "It's funny."
"Man, this is really good!" Baptiste raved; having not had any home cooking in quite some time. Mauga didn't cook, and Baptiste didn't care for most Samoan foods, so they usually just ate out. "What I'd give to eat this good on a daily basis."
"Don't go filling my head with ideas, Bap," Niran pointed his fork at him playfully. He'd really outdone himself with this meal! "I'll snatch you up and keep you to myself if you keep saying things like that."
"You're saying that as if it's a bad thing," by now, Bap would let him do whatever he wanted to him. Was he being delusional? "I was thinking about making some life changes anyway."
"Tired of hunting?" Niran's mischief only intensified as he rested his chin in his hands.
"I already had my foot out the door, you just helped me figure out exactly what I want," Bap wasn't necessarily saying he'd go and shack up with Niran, but he did help him come to the decision he'd been looking for.
"Going to give up the glamorous life to sit around with me?" Niran asked, voice full of hope.
"Believe me, it's not glamorous," Bap sighed regretfully, playing around with the last bit of rice on his plate. "I've done some things I'm not proud of. I think it's time I do some good for a change."
"Well… you do save people from the rotten apples," Niran had a soft spot for other vamps, well, only the good ones. Not all of them wanted to harm humans!
"Hate to say it, but it's not just the bad ones. I mean, look at what I've done to you," Bap shook his head. "You were minding your business and I… you… you're such a pure being."
"It's never too late," Niran reached out and held his hand. "I could feel your good energy from the beginning. I know you're genuine."
Baptiste didn't care if he was being delusional. Just as this lotus did, he wanted to explore this intense connection. But… they couldn't be. It was impossible. "If only…"
"If only, what?" Niran knew where his doubts lie and truthfully felt the same way, but wouldn't it still be worth it?
"You know what I'm trying to say," Bap finished the last bit of his food and chugged his water, pleasantly full. "It's just not realistic."
"Realistic, you say?" Niran pondered for a while. What in this world was realistic? Futuristic vampires, high-quality technology, all the new weapons and forms of transportation, he'd seen it all! He remembered when things used to be simple. "If you've experienced even an ounce of what I've seen over the decades, you'll begin to question the definition of 'realistic'."
"I was curious about your backstory," Bap watched him pick at his food a bit. It was obvious he wasn't really an eater, and he was kind of envious that he didn't need to eat to survive. "Exactly how long have you been around?"
"Hm, time moves so fast for me, I haven't thought about how long I've actually been around." Niran took a few seconds to think about his existence. "A little over five hundred years? It's hard to pinpoint an exact time. I don't remember much from my human life."
"Wow, five hundred years…" Baptiste said silently. That was hard to wrap his head around! "And your friend?"
"She's been with me for maybe a little over two, three hundred of those years?" Niran thought fondly back to when she finally came around to him. It took a few years, but once she did, it was very rewarding.
"It's good that you have someone to call your friend in times like these. I'm happy you're not alone," Bap was sort of sad at the life he lived. Years must have felt like months and months must have felt like days!
"Well," Niran sighed, leaning into his hand. "It's nice having someone to talk to, but I still get lonely from time to time."
Baptiste knew what he was getting at. It was like the universe couldn't be any clearer! "Maybe I can change that for you."
"Yeah?"
"I mean, I know it's not… realistic," Bap gave a small smile. "But wouldn't it be nice for a little fling?"
A fling, huh? "You know, you're the first one I've been with in a really long time. I'd almost forgotten what it was like."
"How was it?" Bap was genuinely curious about his performance and wanted an honest response. He hadn't been a top in a long time and hoped his skills hadn't diminished.
"It was…" Niran knew he was looking for the honest truth, and he'd give it to him! He couldn't keep the grin off his face while he reminisced. "A wild bout of pent-up longing."
"Sorry about that," Baptiste said meekly, rubbing the back of his head. "I kind of lost myself yesterday."
"No, please," Niran shook his head. "Don't apologize! I liked it. A lot. I can't say I've connected with someone like this before. That must be why I'm going against everything I believe and acting so rashly."
"What's rash about it?" Bap scooted closer to him and put a hand on his knee.
"I don't know," Niran turned his head with a blush. It seemed like that was all he was doing today! "You're… and I'm…"
"Don't think about that," Bap took his hand and kissed it. It was a huge obstacle, but they didn't have to worry about that right now. "Just think about me."
"Bap, you're already all I think about," Niran confessed. "I feel like a crazy man for feeling like this! I mean, we just met!"
"If letting ourselves indulge in this is crazy, then I don't ever want to be sane," Bap was finally honest with himself and it felt good to get it out there. He wasn't sure what his future plan was or even what he was going to do next. He just knew he wanted to see where this beautiful breeze blew him.
"That has to be the best thing I've heard in ages," Niran was pleased he felt the same way and suddenly wanted to eat him alive! "Come, let me show you around!"
"A house tour?" Bap stood and followed him around as he was pulled out of the kitchen. "Is it sleazy of me to hope that this'll end in the bedroom?"
Niran couldn't deny that was pretty funny! He laughed heartily, leading him to the living room. "Of course, I have to save the best for last!"
"Bondye, screw saving it for last," Bap pulled him back and spun him around, kissing him with the same hunger he had the previous day. He wasn't sure why or how he was so intoxicating, but he wasn't asking any questions. "I want you now."
"Okay," Niran caved easily, letting himself be swept away by a sexy madman. "Okay," he breathed between hot kisses, gasping when he was suddenly picked up bridal style. "Ah, Bap…!"
"Tell me where your bedroom is," Baptiste lifted him with ease, swelling with confidence when he wrapped his arms around him.
"Down the hall, on the left," Niran said, muffled by his shirt.
Bap followed his directions and went down the hall, stepping into his room and pausing. "Okenn fason…" this room was almost identical to the room he saw in his dream! He couldn't piece together the details, but now he understood. He was the answer. Why else would he have a prophetic dream? Why else would this feel so right?
He laid him on the bed and stared down at him, a huge sense of déjà vu taking over. He wanted to slow down and take his time and savor him. As good as he looked in his black shirt and red bottoms, he knew he'd look even better with nothing on at all.
"Instead of looking at me like you want to ravish me, why don't you actually do it?" Niran pulled him down gleefully, once again in the strong arms he'd dreamt of.
"Want me?" Bap nibbled on his ear, using a free hand to work him out of those clothes.
"You have no idea," Niran rolled them so that he was on top, feeling him up through that nice, tight burgundy shirt. "Take this off."
"Take it off for me," Bap liked this assertive side of him and wanted to see if it led where he thought it would. "I'm all yours."
"You keep saying that and I'll really take you for myself," Niran peeled the fabric from his chocolate body, salivating at how yummy he looked and smelled. He went down, kissing dark nipples and trailing his tongue along the defines of his abs.
"Then do it," Baptiste wasn't one hundred percent sure what he meant by that, but he didn't care. He just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing!
Niran chuckled, sitting upright and removing his own shirt. "This is crazy, isn't it? It's like déjà vu."
"Yeah? You too?" Baptiste raised a brow, was that just a coincidence?
"I know I'm going to sound crazy, but I had a dream eerily similar to this exact situation," although his dream was rudely interrupted with a slightly different ending, it was still insane how it was manifesting into something real!
"It's not crazy at all," Bap couldn't believe this was happening! He slid his hands up and down his arms and all along his chest. "I, uh, I also dreamt about this very room. I looked through the window and saw the temple, and that's how I knew where to find you."
A wide grin spread across Niran's face. "Isn't fate amazing? It brought us together for some reason as if we were together in a past life. Do you feel it too?"
"Heh, I do," Bap's hands moved down to the waistband of his pants, undoing the tie that kept them tightened. "I felt it yesterday. I feel it now, too."
"Oh, Bap! You must stay with me!" Niran collapsed onto him, clinging to him desperately. "I know it's selfish of me, but I can't help but try to convince you."
"My beautiful lotus," Bap ran his fingers through thick, cloudy hair, his pleas for him to stay by his side weakening his resolve like lava on fragile glass. "How do you say that in Thai?"
"Hm? Lotus?" He was even curious about his native tongue! He was so cute! "Lotus in Thai is bua."
"Bua…" wasn't that what Mauga swore he was saying in his sleep? How could he have possibly known that? It was strange. He felt like he should have been alarmed by all the weird coincidences, but instead… "It's pretty, just like you."
"Oh, stop," Niran scooted off his lap and stood to take off his pants, happy he decided to go commando underneath. Bap caught the drift, sliding up on the bed and slipping out of his pants and boxers. Niran ogled him, sitting nude on his bed with his back against the headboard, arms spread invitingly. "What a sight for sore eyes."
"Come and get it," Bap summoned him to the bed, licking his lips as he straddled his lap again. He kissed him so tenderly, cradling his face and grinding against him sensually. This had to have been heaven!
"This is just what I needed," goosebumps graced Niran's skin as large hands left no part of his body untouched. His lips grazed the warm skin of his neck, intrusive thoughts fighting to come to the surface. Just a little taste wouldn't hurt!
"Yeah?" Bap throbbed against his cheeks, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep inside him. He let his fingers find his lips and slip into his mouth as he sucked on them with a happy hum.
Niran got his fingers nice and wet before he pulled them from his mouth and used them to loosen him up. He held onto his shoulders while he worked him skillfully, whispering sweet Thai nothings in his ear.
"I'm trying to take things slow, but you're making it incredibly hard," Bap reached up and gripped a handful of hair, laying claim to his neck while he debated on just taking him since he was still a bit relaxed from the previous day's activities.
"Who told you to take it slow? I like it when you're aggressive," Niran lifted himself and reached behind him, positioning a scrumptious firmness properly before lowering himself ever so slowly. He threw his head back with a breathy moan, he could feel every girthy inch as it filled him up generously.
"Look at me," Bap held his chin, wanting to see just how far gone he was while he rode him. He was so sexy when he was like this, eyes hazy, long hair dancing around his face as he called his name in a moan, clutching onto him possessively. He wanted more. "Let me help you," his hands fell, holding him in place while he drove his hips upward.
"Oh, Bap," Niran moaned out. He couldn't be close enough to him! He hooked his arms under his shoulders, holding on tight and digging his nails into his back.
"You feel so good," Bap murmured, lifting him up and down rhythmically and sucking on his bottom lip. He wasn't sure when, but eventually, Niran latched onto his neck, dragging his tongue in circles on his skin. "Pran sa ou vle, Bua," he said, completely lost in the whirlwind of it all. He knew very well what he was offering up, and he wanted to see if he would take it.
Niran wasn't sure what the first half of his sentence meant, but he picked up on the fact that he called him Bua and lost all sense of reality. He could no longer contain himself, sinking his teeth into flesh as decadent as grapes saved for the finest of wines. He was just as delicious as he imagined he would be! Rich and pure, his blood tasted like it came from the gods themselves!
When he sank those fangs into his neck, Baptiste was overcome with a wave of intense, foreign pleasure of a caliber he'd never thought to exist! His head fell against the headboard while he felt like he was being drained of everything he could give.
Niran bounced rapidly, moaning ravenously as he got his fill for the first time since he'd turned. Energy from the earth was all fine and well, but this… this? His thoughts weren't coherent, and he barely registered the fact that he'd already cum all over Bap's stomach.
"Bua…" Bap let out a strained grunt, a hand laced through satiny hair while he felt like he was being emptied of most of his fluids. "You're going to suck me dry…!"
Niran unhinged his jaw, holding his face and kissing him like he was still starved. "I'm sorry," he panted, grinding against him and getting himself going again. "It's just so good."
Bap was dazed by the taste of iron, lightheaded and dizzy as Niran lapped at his neck. He was close, or maybe he'd already gotten off, he wasn't sure. The swirl of erotic rapture was nearly too much for his senses, yet he wanted more. "Pran li dousman," he wanted him to drink to his heart's content, granted he didn't take it all!
Niran sucked on the open wound on his neck, taking just a little more! He didn't remember it tasting or even smelling this good! Bap truly was one in a million. He held his face again and looked into his eyes, feeling him get harder. If it was more he wanted, he could have it all. "Are you okay? I didn't take too much, did I?" He asked, licking his lips.
"I'm fine," Bap sighed, catching his breath and letting him do whatever with his body. He was suddenly tired, wanting to relieve his urges and take a quick nap. "Did you get your fill of me?"
"I could never get enough of you," Niran planted his lips on the bite mark, healing him up but leaving a light scar. There was something about seeing his mark on him that made him feel good. This was his man.
"Then take as much of me as you want," Bap lifted him and brought him down with a sudden force, meeting his lips and swallowing his cries. This was truly an experience he'd never forget, and definitely an experience he wanted to have again.
It wasn't long after that when Niran found himself staring at a soundly sleeping Bap. Filled with so many emotions, he had a hard time picking one to feel. He'd gotten ahead of himself and fed for the first time in centuries, and the worst part was that he didn't hate it! Another part of him felt bad that he had mischievous thoughts, wanting to keep him all to himself. But why should he feel bad? He'd pretty much given him permission multiple times!
He let his fingers dance lightly on his chest, it made sense that he was tired after all the blood he'd robbed him of! He didn't mean to, it was just… when he called him "bua", it made his heart so full. He could see a future with him, no matter how short that future may be.
He was saddened by his thoughts. He wanted to experience life with him and evolve together. He wanted to spend eternity with him. He knew he was being crazy; he just met this guy and he was trying to make him his pet! But… it didn't feel wrong. If anything, it was the rightest he'd ever felt! Unfortunately, it didn't change the fact that their time together would only be a blip in time for him. What would he do once Bap was gone? How long would it take for him to recover?
Would he turn for him?
Niran shook the thought from his head aggressively. He couldn't think things like that! Turning was a life-changing event that was impossible to take lightly! To live for an unforeseen amount of time and watch everyone you know and love eventually leave you was a painful thing to go through, though it got easier with time. He was numb to the pain and skillful in avoiding new relationships with humans, and when Satya came around, he concluded that she was all he needed, and it worked for a long time.
Then he bumped into Baptiste and his whole world was shaken up.
How could he not feel possessive about him when they connected so deeply in more ways than one? Even in his human life, he didn't remember being so infatuated with someone like this, and he could confidently say the feeling was mutual.
Why was the universe so cruel?
This may have seemed like something good, but it wasn't! Why would life torment him by plucking this handsome soul and dropping him into his life like this, when it would only be temporary? Why would fate work so hard to bring them together if it was for no reason? Why would the chemistry between them be more than perfect when he'd only be able to have a little taste? It was a tease! An evil, diabolical tease!
And still, he couldn't help but feel greedy and selfish. To hell with what was right and wrong! They were two consenting adults, so why would it be such a problem? He winced as he bit his tongue, drawing a little blood. Leaning in, he grazed his new scar with his fingertips, a warm feeling blooming within him. "Oh, Bap, you perfect man, you," he swooned at him before kissing him. With his blood, he would be bound to him until a lifeline was severed.
"Did I just do something bad?" He asked under his breath, watching him adjust in his sleep. He didn't feel bad or guilty at all, but that didn't mean it wasn't wrong. He just bound a hunter to him, meaning Bap wouldn't be able to be away from him for too long without it taking a toll on him. What about his life? He said he didn't do anything outside of hunting, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the personal life he did have.
Not to mention the other hunter he'd told him he was traveling with. What was their relationship, and what would be the outcome after Niran's actions came to light? He grinned wildly; he still didn't care. He didn't care how selfish he was being, he didn't care how hard he was going to have to work to convince Satya to be on board with this. He just knew he was finally happy, and he deserved every bit of it. Even if it would only be temporary.
Baptiste was his now.
He heard the knob to the front door being jostled and jumped up in alarm, rushing over to close his bedroom door. "Bap!" He scrambled to the bed, shaking him awake. "Bap, you have to wake up!" He whispered hurriedly. "Satya's back!"
Baptiste slowly came to his senses, feeling a nice warmth spread throughout his body. He opened his eyes, met with the best view of his lotus, however, he seemed to be in a hurry of some sort. He sat up sleepily, rubbing his eyes while Niran rushed into his clothes. "Mmm, what is it, Bua?" He wasn't sure why he gave him that nickname, but it fit.
"Satya's home and she can't know you're here!" Niran tossed him his clothes, wishing he could just lie there with him all day.
"Oh," Bap sat up with a little more urgency, throwing his shirt over his head. When could he see him again? They hadn't coordinated! "I'll get going. I didn't mean to fall asleep, sorry about that."
"No, it's my fault! I got a bit greedy and took more than I should have," Niran helped him out of the bed and shushed him to make sure he kept quiet. "I don't want her to hear you!"
"You know you're going to have to tell her about me sooner or later," Bap said with a chuckle, zipping up his pants.
"I've brought your name up a time or two, but I don't know how she'd feel with you being in our safe space," Niran replied honestly. "But it'll happen, I promise!"
"Don't worry about it, Bua," Bap cupped his cheek and leaned in for a sweet kiss. "I know things are touchy. We'll figure it all out as time passes."
"You're so understanding," Niran threw his arms around him, wanting to just hold him hostage, or something.
"I know that things aren't just black and white. Things get complicated, but I'm willing to figure things out if you are," Bap sat on the bed and put his shoes on, remembering to get his number. He pulled out his phone and handed it to him.
"Is this your chivalrous way of asking for my number?" Niran flirted, showing no hesitation in entering his contact info and passing it back to him.
"Well, we obviously have to meet again, don't we?"
Earlier that morning, Mauga had to get out of there. He wasn't sure where those scratches on Baptiste's back originated, but he didn't like the conclusions his head was fabricating! He'd grabbed his bag and stormed out in a hurry with no destination in mind, settling on sitting in a touristy restaurant close by. Unfortunately, he couldn't eat due to the nature of his mood, so he spent the entire morning and most of the afternoon on his laptop, checking out the hunter's site for anything new he could claim.
But why? Something in his gut told him things were about to change, and who was at fault? That damn vampire they were after! No doubt about it, the little sneak used his charm on Baptiste and compromised him! Why else would he be acting so strange? He slammed his laptop shut. One thing he knew for sure was that he was sick and tired of the bullshit and was going to get to the bottom of it!
He pulled out his phone to check the tracker linked to Baptiste's wristband and raised a brow. He wasn't at the hotel where he left him, instead, he was pinging to some house on the edge of the woods. Curious. He didn't like the fact that his heart rate was a little higher than normal, either!
It only raised several questions, as Baptiste wasn't the type to go out and do stuff outside of hunting. He liked to relax and drink and stay in doing next to nothing. Where was he? Whose house was he at? And why did he have the suspicion it had something to do with the vamp? He packed up his stuff and left the restaurant, deciding to go and see for himself where he was.
He was beginning to wonder if Baptiste had forgotten about the band on his wrist. He was obviously being sneaky and trying to hide things, why would he leave it on to get caught? It was thin and black, identical to a rubber band, so it was easy to miss.
But what if he wasn't being sneaky and Mauga was just overthinking things? What if… fuck, what if he and the vamp became friends and he was just trying to help him? He guessed he could live with that. If abandoning the job and letting him go free because of a moment of weakness would fix everything and bring Baptiste back to him, then he'd grin and bear it. There were plenty of other jobs listed on the site that paid well enough, so he supposed he could let this one slide.
He found the small house in the woods and saw nothing that stood out about it. It was old and run down, but there were flowers planted around it that were obviously put there by someone. What business did he have here? Should he wait it out and see how long it would take for him to come out?
At that moment, he saw a woman of what looked to be Indian descent approach the house and pull out her keys. Who was she, and what connection did she have with Baptiste? Intrigued, he stayed hidden in the trees and watched the house, spotting movement in one of the windows.
"What do we have here?" He asked no one in particular, seeing the window slide open and a familiar shoe jutting out of it. Was he… leaving through the window? What for? He contemplated walking up to him and asking him what the hell was going on until he saw him jump out of the window wearing one of his workout shirts.
An extremely unsettling feeling sat in his stomach while he watched the vamp in question reveal himself, reaching through the window and touching Baptiste's face like they'd known each other for eons. And that feeling only got worse when they shared a kiss more passionate than Mauga had ever seen him.
So, the doubts he'd been trying to repress were true.
He didn't understand the emotions he was experiencing, and he didn't like them. He stewed, dumbfounded as he watched them linger for a few seconds before Baptiste took off into the woods, likely heading back to the hotel. Why was this happening? What had he done to deserve such horrible treatment? What led to this moment, and how could he have prevented it? Why couldn't Baptiste just be honest with him? Did he even plan on telling him?
His hearts hurt. He was losing his best friend, no, he'd already lost him. Had he done something wrong? Was he not enough that he had to seek comfort from a vampire? God, it felt like he'd been punched in the gut and he couldn't do anything to subdue the pain.
He was angry. He realized that the woman entering the house was probably the other vamp he was traveling with and hatched a plan. He was going to make Baptiste come clean by force!
After Niran saw his new lover off, he tidied up his room and brushed his hair before going to greet Satya. He was in such high spirits! He told Bap to send him a message before he got back to his hotel so he had his number, and he was looking forward to meeting up with him again. He planned on inviting him out in the evening so he could show him some Thai nightlife. He stood from his vanity and skipped to his door, flinging it open to see her standing there with her arms crossed, clearly angry. "Satya! You're back!"
"Don't give me that." She pushed him aside and stepped into his room, looking around for the culprit. Her eyes zeroed in on the open window and understood that he'd snuck him out through the window like a teenager!
"Whatever do you mean?" Niran asked innocently as she looked out the window. How in the world did she figure it out?
"He was here, wasn't he?" She asked, turning to face him.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about…" Niran fake pondered for a moment, hoping she'd let it go.
"Niran! What are you thinking?" Satya scolded him. "Why would you bring a stranger to our home? Especially knowing that we don't have anywhere else to go yet?"
"Come on," he sighed dramatically. "I wouldn't put our lives in danger like that!"
"Oh, really? How do you know this guy isn't some murderer? He knows where we sleep now!" Satya was fuming. She couldn't remember the last time she was this angry!
"How did you even know he was here?" Niran had to ask, glossing over the fact that he sort of was a murderer. He wouldn't necessarily call him that, but there was some killing involved in his lifestyle that thankfully, he was regretful for.
"You left dishes on the table," she replied plainly. She hated how messy he was! "And a mess on the counter, and dirty pans on the stove that I'm not cleaning up!"
"Oh," Niran had completely forgotten that he'd left the plates out! "Sorry…"
"You cooked him a meal? And you ate, too? Who is this man?" Satya hadn't seen Niran eat much aside from various fruits or chocolates. Every once in a while, he'd get a craving for a favorite dish of his, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him eat it. It was a miracle he even had the ingredients! She followed him out of the room and into the kitchen. "Do you plan on making this a regular thing? Let me know now so I can move out."
"Satya! You're not leaving me!" Niran huffed, clearing the dishes off the counter. He knew she'd react this way, and he supposed it was best he was confronted about it now so he could get it over with.
"What's his name, again? Baptiste, was it?" She asked, leaning against the wall while Niran cleaned his mess. She looked him up and down, it was obvious she'd interrupted something seeing as it looked like his clothes had been thrown on in a hurry, and his hair was completely down when he usually had it tied back.
Niran grinned upon hearing his name. Goodness, he was just so ridiculously happy, he couldn't contain it! "Yes, Jean-Baptiste Augustin," he beamed to himself, having exchanged full names amongst other things not too long ago.
"Turn around, dost," Satya said, wondering why he was shining so brightly. "Let me see your face."
Niran faced her, wondering if she could tell that he'd fed. How would she even feel about it? Surely, she'd hate him for doing such a thing! He put on his best poker face, hoping he wasn't still grinning like a silly schoolgirl.
"You're glowing. Why?"
"I'm just that fabulous, Satya," he said with a laugh as he turned back around, washing his dishes. "You're thinking too much into it."
"Am I?"
"Yes, you are," he stated, wondering if he should just come clean. What was done was done, and it wasn't like he had to use force! In fact, he was almost certain Bap was giving him permission! He definitely should learn Haitian Creole!
Satya could only roll her eyes and walk away, hoping that he hadn't done something irreversible. She quite liked their little house and didn't want to be uprooted again. "Your fruit is in the refrigerator," she said, disappearing into her room. Why did she have a feeling something was about to happen?