Once Cassiopeia and Nyx left Senri's penthouse, Damon let himself relax and promptly stalked off back to the guestroom, sliding the door shut behind him with a potent glare at Ares when he tried to follow him. He did see the expression of surprise at that on Raha's face, but right now a priority in the older twin's restless mind was grabbing a moment to think the fuck away from Ares's grabby hands. Because so far, every single time the ink-haired male touched him, Damon's brain tended to log off – instead amping up its primitive node he wasn't even aware of – that turned him into a mess craving to submit to whatever his... lover? mate?... needed.
He did hear and read enough studies about it to understand the principle, but frankly...? He never guessed that he would end up on the 'receiving' side of the process...
Anomaly, indeed.
He gathered the remains of his torn clothes in a pile, then discarded those borrowed from Ares – as they were on that side of too big that made them uncomfortable – and planted himself on the massive bed. More than perfectly comfortable naked, he crossed his legs and set to attempt to untangle the mess his hair turned to. Mostly because without a brush, it was a perfectly fitting thing to keep his hands occupied and maybe even distract them from mounting frustration of the itch begging for Ares's touch – especially when the strangest awareness at the back of his head gave Damon's brain a feedback of his lover's very fucking quickly raising distress.
In the end, he had about five minutes tops before the door slid open and closed, but Damon didn't look up toward the tall figure beside them, focusing on the soothing rhythm of raking his nails through the still slightly damp strands of red hair. During the earlier – taken at breakneck speed – shower after Raha's call, it was easy to focus on things at hand rather than the drastic – and unexpected – change in his situation, but now...?
„When?" He finally asked flatly, still refusing to look Ares's direction when he sat heavily on the edge of the bed – sideways – and nearly twitched in his peripheral vision. If what he felt was equal and mirror to his drive – as described – like Nyx said, the first couple of days after mating would be a... study of their race' most basic drives. Most notably – this being a process wholly based around procreation – a constant and nagging drive to fuck. And considering he was male – and by definition couldn't be impregnated... Well, frankly his brain was spinning in hoops, attempting to figure out the implications of that anomaly. „When did you decide to 'mate' me without asking...?" He asked wryly, arching his eyebrows as he finally looked up.
„I didn't decide anything," Ares snorted and raked his fingers through his already messy nest of dark hair with frustration, eyeing him as he worked his jaw. His other hand clenched in the black sheets, and his inky tail swiveled slowly as he shifted sideways toward him. His whole body tensed while his sky-blue eyes ran over the redhead's body, and would he have as sensitive nose, Damon imagined he would be by now choking on the pheromones the male Seekers emitted at unprecedented rate near their mates during the heat-like haze of mating. Objectively speaking – and as he tried to think of it – it was fascinating to watch. And on a more subjective level, he couldn't help the way it turned him on – the idea alone that this painfully beautiful male he spent years fantasizing about even during sex with others, right now was quite literally dying to fuck him. „I tried to cool down, with a shower before you woke up, long enough to ask, but... but then it looked like you were about to scram and..." Ares muttered, eyes down and with laser focus narrowed toward Damon's involuntarily thickening erection. He didn't try to cover, though, only smirking while Ares's hand tightened in the sheets until its knuckles went white. „I am... I realized you're mine when I woke up and all I could think about was fucking you into a mattress... again. Again and again and again... And then it clicked, why your scent – especially mixed with mine – drove out of my skin... And I swear, all I planned was take the fucking coldest shower there can be, wake you up, and explain, but..." he swallowed thickly, never looking up as he shifted on the edge to his knee – just about ready to pounce... but froze, nearly whimpering through his teeth when Damon raised his hand in a 'stop' gesture.
And he would be a fucking liar not to admit that it went straight to his knees, the heady sense of power with the sight of breathtaking desperation written all over Ares's face. In the way now both his hands clenched in the sheets, and his body tensed so hard it shook. Damon with premeditation shifted his legs from the cross to let them rest straight, and leaned back on his arms, smirking as he eyed the massively bigger male from under his lashes.
„Explain?" He drawled. Then – because he was a tease at heart, and it was fascinating to watch – he purposefully pulled up the leg closer to Ares and pushing its knee sideways, freed his right hand to put his hand over his dick – already painfully hard before Ares's sky-blue eyes turned glassy and downright feral as they drifted lower than Damon's hand. „Then explain, Ares, please. What does it imply, exactly? Because as you can see... there won't be any young of this mating, no? So...?" He asked, then didn't even try to bite back a moan as he stroked his cock, and – honestly – nearly jumped out of his skin when his lover snarled. Not growled, no... Outright snarled, and that desperation on his face turned into a strange mix of lust and rage.
„It means..." Ares purred – if the sound was unreasonably aggressive – and his fever-glassy eyes drifted up his body while the ink-haired male freed one hand and then almost tenderly wrapped it around the ankle of Damon's bent leg. And admittedly he giggled when in less than a blink of an eye his lover pulled and was on top of him. He didn't have enough time to realize or resist – if he was so inclined – before Ares bit his neck, growling in fury as he blindly fought his jeans. He only groaned and pulled back when Damon tugged his t-shirt up his back and pointedly curled his hand around the base of his inky tail. He almost managed to stifle a moan when Ares whined in a plea, shaking all over as he full-body rubbed against him after settling between his legs.
He fought the way his head fogged, involuntarily intrigued by it, too, as he took a deep breath of the air heavily laced with his lover's scent. And pheromones, no doubt, making him feel shaky and more than eager to submit.
„Fuck, it's potent," he gasped, then moaned when Ares curled his hands under his knees and pulled them high against his sides. And licked his throat, when Damon obediently wrapped his legs around him, letting go of his tail to lock his ankles at his lover's lower back. He felt dizzy – and high as if he took an especially potent drug – when Ares grabbed his hands one by one, then crossed them above Damon's head, lifting above him with an almost pained grimace as he used his other hand to shove his jeans out of the way.
„It is," Ares rasped, holding his swimming gaze as he positioned the head of his dick against his opening, then hooked his hand around Damon's hip, baring his teeth in a silent snarl as he pushed inside him. The redhead shut his eyes, whining at the feeling up until Ares dropped his head against his shoulder, groaning in relief when he was buried inside him to the hilt. He ground into him, again and again, and Damon gasped with the slightest sway of his lover's hips, wholly fucking overstimulated with the sensation of deep friction. It felt both like relief and torture while his hips rocked into each almost twitchy flex of Ares's body. Like he couldn't help himself while panting raggedly against Damon's shoulder. „Fuck... It's also... per-permament. Can't impregnate you, yeah... doesn't mean it'll stop driving me to... try... Just... give me a couple of days, Damon... I'll learn to... con-control... it, swear... Promise, just..."
He laughed breathlessly when the meaning of it sank in through the fog, then turned his head and brushed his nose against Ares's throat.
„Control is for losers," he gasped, then eagerly opened his mouth when Ares groaned, then took his mouth. Ate up his moans, tightening his hand around Damon's wrists as he shifted over him, and took him harder with every stroke of his hips. Soon hard enough to make him whine with every intent stab against his prostate, and fight for a deeper breath when his lover growled and freed his mouth and hands to latch onto his neck. He wrapped his arms around Ares's head, high as a kite as he rocked with him. He nearly passed out when his senses blasted into the supernova, whimpering as the overwhelming strength of the orgasm spilled through his body in waves. „...holy... fuck...!" he choked out – or chuckled, he wasn't sure – then gasped at the air pushed out of him while Ares growled in his skin. His big hands wrapped around Damon's hips, pulling him up from the mattress while the ink-haired male shifted to his knees and clenched his fingers around his ass. „...fuck...!" he gasped again, almost numbed with the power behind the next thrust and then he giggled breathlessly with the rush with which his cock thickened again, encouraged by the sensation and change in the angle while Ares set to fuck him harder.
And though he did very much consider himself experienced, by the time Damon passed out – after frankly losing count of dizzying orgasms and feeling his insides stuffed beyond the brim with his lover's cum when Ares collapsed in his arms and dozed off... Well, his last conscious thought was quite a genuine wish of good luck toward his twin...
...and perhaps a little mean giggle at the thought of his brother's expression when he learns of the side effects of that anomaly...
„Huh?" The ruby red eyes were so huge, that Senri had to bite the inner side of his cheek not to laugh at the hilariously owlish expression on Raha's flushed face. Seated on the edge of his bed after they evacuated from the living room following the return of the noise, Senri kneeled beside it, holding both of his lover's hands between his own. And tried – best he could remember – to explain what he once learned from Hades about the unique consequences of mating to a male. „And you... Doesn't it sound a little... off?" his little redhead hesitated, getting even redder as he cleared his throat and lowered his eyes toward their connected hands. „Because then... I mean... If I get it right, don't you get sort of... uneven deal?" Raha stammered, only going redder with every word and it was fucking hard not to gush at his cuteness.
„Babe," he sighed and then lifted his hands, pressing his lover's knuckles against his lips until Raha finally met his gaze. „I so very not long ago thought that I'd never get to have something like this, okay? And I thought... No, I convinced myself that I was fine with that. That I wasn't aching – deep down – every time I saw how deliriously happy are my parents. How crazy Hades is about his husband. I told myself enough times that I was not interested in it – in anyone – that when you first rejected me, I also convinced myself that this... obsession I felt was the result of it. The novelty of someone not wanting me. That it was karma being a bitch – and a royal one at that – making the only man I ever wanted not want me back... And you saw how it ended, hm?" He chuckled sheepishly, then kissed his knuckles before lowering their hands back to Raha's lap. „Then, it clicked after the first time we had sex, babe, and... All I could think of was that you smelled mine. Like the essence of addiction... and how much I wanted... No, craved to make you always smell like that. To be mine, babe, in every aspect you can be. That I love every tiniest thing I learned about you, and with every word from your pretty mouth I could only think that you're perfect. That I would happily do everything in my power, gave everything, to make you smile..." he trailed off and sighed, then wrapped his hands around Raha's cheeks when his pretty eyes filled with tears. „But I don't know how to make you trust me, Raha. I can imagine that you've been hurt pretty bad to make you so hesitant," he lied smoothly, because he still very much intended to find that bitch and make her pay. And – frankly – he also wanted Raha to trust him and hear from him his side of Damon's story. „But what I want you to know is that every single time I told you I love you and I want to marry you, I was and I am dead serious, babe. And this... anomaly," he added, smiling as he brushed his thumbs right under his darkly red lashes when he closed his eyes and those huge tears spilled. Moving closer, he pulled him in a comforting embrace, wrapping his arms around Raha's back when he buried his face against his throat and exhaled shakily. He fit so well in his arms it was like magic – he just hoped he could last until he was ready when Senri brushed his nose against his lover's throat and took a deep breath of his spicy scent. Laced with his own, but not enough, and momentarily safe from his eyes, he grinned like a lovesick idiot when his teeth itched. He couldn't resist it – biting him – when they were making love, but he managed to stay conscious enough so far to keep Raha from trying to return the favor. He above all wanted his heart – and he wasn't sure Raha would want him, knowing about the downsides of it. „This anomaly, for me, only proves that you're perfect for me, Raha."
„But..." he swallowed convulsively and took a steadying breath before moving closer and wrapping his arms around Senri's back in turn. Making him smile as he dragged his hand over his redhead's spine in a soothing rhythm, up and down, and kissed his throat in a silent encouragement. „But what if you regret this, Senri? I'm not... so interesting. And... I don't really like to be among people. I told you... If I could, I would move to some remote place. Got a cat and write and... I'm boring, Senri. And after a while, what if...?"
„And all that, for me, sounds perfect, babe," he admitted with confidence, then chuckled sheepishly when his lover froze up. „And I mean it, Raha. If we mate... It's not like you seem to think, okay? It's not only about sex, anyway. Sure, I can't imagine right now wanting you even more than I already do... but that's not what I could ever see as a downside, okay? And this place... is remote enough, right? And I'll get you as many cats as you like, Raha. Make it comfortable for you to write and be quiet when you do... and get you whatever you want. Any day, every day, and... Well all I would like for it is food and mind-bending sex. How is that a bad deal?" He snarked, nuzzling his nose against his lover's throat.
„Wait... Why does it sound like you want to turn me into both your cook and sex slave?" Raha picked up his lighter tone and Senri snorted, grinning like a moron.
„I am a man of a few and simple needs, babe," he stated matter-of-fact, then leaned away nodding sagely after kissing his reddish cheek. „And my self-control in normal circumstances is crap, so I can't imagine how much worse it can get with the craze..." he sighed and shook his head. „So you see... Perfect fit."
Then he pulled back and stood up, with a brush of his hand over Raha's slightly messy hair when he looked up with surprise.
„I want you to take time to think about it, okay?" He asked carefully, brushing the fingertips of his right hand over his cheek. „Pluses and minuses, and all. Whether here or at your place... and no matter how long you need, babe, I'm going to respect your decision. Just... please, don't dump me?" He smiled a little nervously and pulled back and ran his fingers through his hair. „I can... Well, I can resist mating you, babe, as long as there's... ah, hope?"
„...huh?" Raha blinked slowly, sitting a little further on the bed. „Hope? What do you mean?"
Senri ran his fingers through his hair again, watching him for a moment intently before he answered, trying to make it sound matter-of-fact.
„Hope you can be mine," he articulated carefully, then sighed and shook his head when confusion bloomed on Raha's still pretty flushed face. „It's a very primitive drive, babe. I was raised to respect others' feelings, and I very much believe in the importance of consent... but if it seems like the only way to have you... I don't want to do anything that could make you hate me, Raha. But I'm also not sure I could let you leave me. Do you understand?" He asked, wincing as he looked down on the floor between them. And looked up quickly when a thickening note of arousal in his lover's scent hit him square in the gut with another breath. More flushed than before, Raha shifted on the edge of the bed, staring down. „Does that turn you on, babe?" He asked, grinning involuntarily – and himself undeniably getting horny – because he looked so freaking cute, squirming.
„I mean..." Raha muttered under his breath, then exhaled deeply and looked straight into his eyes – his ruby irises stuffed with a heady mix of desire and embarrassment. „...maybe it shouldn't, but... fuck, Senri, the idea that you could want me that much...? You're fucking gorgeous, funny, and the sweetest person I've met... I mean..." he trailed off, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. „I mean... I'm in love with you. How could I not... How...?"
He didn't get to say more – for now – before Senri pounced, and kissed him until they both ran out of breath. And it was both intoxicating and almost scary, the ease with which Raha wrapped around him, opening for him his pretty mouth and yet making him feel possessed at the same time. And because he was, Senri groaned loudly, shifting until he sat on the bed, with Raha in his lap, trying to consume him. Both panting as they pulled apart, he couldn't resist curling his hands around his lover's ass, pulling him tight against his body when Raha moaned and buried his nose against Senri's throat.
„You're sure we aren't already mated?" He muttered breathlessly, rubbing against him with only slight assistance of Senri's hands. „Because gods... I really should be going but the only thing I want right now is you..."
„Mhmm," he agreed, then dragged his tongue up his throat, swearing in thought at the unbearably sweet taste of his skin. „I should be going, too... Check on Heaven, and give congratulations to my friends... I really should... but Raha, I can't..." he pushed his hand down his back, down under the waistband of his pants, and groaned, dropping his head against his lover's shoulder as his fingers tasted the incredibly tight grip of his body. And like before his parents disturbed them, Raha melted in his arms, if rutting into him in a rhythm matching Senri's fingers and whimpering through his teeth. He felt so hot, both inside and like a fucking fantasy-made-flesh, the way his lover soon growled and gasped, increasingly harder pushing back against his fingers.
„Fuuuck..." he finally swore and shifted, dislodging his arms before he nearly tossed him face-first on the mattress. „Your fault," he hissed as indignantly as he did before Senri unceremoniously tugged his pants down to Raha's knees. „Your fucking fault," he repeated, pulling him to his knees by his tail and nearly came to the sound alone his lover uttered in the black sheets, readily spreading his legs as much as the material around them allowed. His red tail whipped against Senri's chest while he shoved his jeans down, gasping desperately with relief when his dick sprang free. He stretched over Raha's back momentarily, reaching for the bottle of lube buried at the bottom of the mattress, and swore again when that tease of adorable redhead used it to arch under him, pushing his ass against his crotch. He pulled back with effort, panting raggedly by the time he covered his throbbing flesh with a sufficient amount before tossing the bottle back on the bed. Then he finally pushed inside him, curling his hands around his lover's hips and not letting him move until his pelvis pressed tight against his ass. Holding him still even when Raha started squirming, whimpering in the crumbled sheets while he whined through clenched teeth at every single clench of his inner muscles. „Your fault for being so... h-hot," he accused, then hissed when his lover's tail swatted his chest again. He still didn't let him move even when Raha shakily climbed to his arms, and tossed him an almost hilarious pout. Glare even, when Senri only gripped him harder when he tried to move forward.
„Gods... mooove..." the redhead snapped, but Senri bared his teeth in a grimace that could be hardly called a smile, inhaling deeply through his nose and letting the air escape through his teeth. He couldn't let him move while he felt he was going to blow with a single stroke. The nagging pressure at the base of his spine seemed to promise that, and Senri's fingers dug into Raha's skin as he fought for control. No, he couldn't imagine wanting him more than he already did, which made the infuriating itch of his teeth almost fucking scary.
„Give me... mom-moment," he panted out and closed his eyes, hoping it would help... and because of this he missed the way his lover's hand shot between his legs. He felt the way his body spasmed around his dick and groaned, grounding into him wholly involuntarily.
„Do you know... how hot it is..." broke through the wild rush of blood in his ears and he instantly regretted looking through his lashes. He couldn't help moving, matching the rhythm of his lover's hand as his eyes snapped open and focused on his neck. „...gods, please..."
„...your fa-fault..." he snarled and let go, then braced his hands around him on the bed, gasping and whining as his little redhead used it instantly to push back on his dick with every roll of his hips. He let him, clenching his left hand in the sheets, then he wrapped his right arm around his chest and curved his hand around his throat, tilting his head just right... With another, harder push he lost it, biting him and whimpering when pressure punched out of him in mind-numbing heat, so hard he barely registered how his lover melted under him with breathless moans, shuddering as he rocked until both collapsed into a panting and shaky heap.
„I don't mind... taking blame... when it feels so... good..." Raha panted out and Senri snorted, fighting to calm his breath as he wobbly climbed to his arms and moaned, shivering as he pulled out of his body.
„Good," he sighed dramatically and swatted his ass, chuckling breathlessly when his lover took that with a roll of his hips and noisy purring. He shook his head and stumbled back before interest in that reaction could distract him... again. „How you could... ever... think you're boring is beyond me, Raha," he muttered, pulling his t-shirt off over his head, and when it was off, he saw meanwhile Raha shifted, sitting a little awkwardly, and with deeply red blush on his face as his eyes darted away... then back toward Senri's chest, as he bit his lower lip. „No," he said sternly, making those ruby eyes blink then nearly cross looking at the finger he pointed toward his lover's nose. „You're not allowed to be cute until I shower and leave. I know it's going to be hard for you, but I expect you at least trying," he waved that finger, biting inside of his cheek again when Raha looked confused for a moment, then snorted. „No laughing, either. I swear your voice should be illegal," he sighed dramatically and shoved off his jeans.
„You're fucking hilarious," Raha deadpanned, then chuckled when Senri sent him a haughty stare, sniffing as he stepped out of the crumbled material.
„I am desperate," he corrected, then pointed his finger in his face again. „Imagine having you for a lover, babe," he sighed dramatically again, then tossed his hands in the air. „I won't get anything done at this rate. So, behave, yeah?" then, when Raha snorted again, Senri shook his head and marched toward the bathroom. At the threshold he stopped and looked back, pointing at him again. „And don't get ideas, okay?" He added, seeing how he moved to get off the bed behind his back.
Raha froze, looked confused for a moment, then snorted again and sniggering fluttered his lashes with a hilarious pout. Senri's enamored heart took that for permission to do a full freaking somersault.
„I need a shower, too," the redhead said with the sweetest smile ever, and Senri crossed his arms in front of his chest, shaking his head in denial.
„Nope, not happening," he said sternly, then dragged his eyes over his lover's body and shook his head again. „Definitely not. Just plant your pretty behind right where you are, yes? You can shower after I leave," he waved his finger at him, then shut the door behind him, grinning like a moron at the musical sound of Raha's laughter.
He didn't mind waiting – or playing a fool – as long as it helped Raha relax and believe his heart was safe. As long as it takes, because his obsession with making the redhead his was only outmatched by his determination to have Raha surrender his heart all on his own. With no doubt between them to mare the perfection of the way they belonged together.
As he planned, Raha left the building and headed home after Senri left to see his friends – though much later than he initially assumed. It was dark by the time he got to his apartment building, which wasn't even surprising considering that they woke up around noon... and all that followed.
He couldn't help but grin – like a fucking lovesick idiot he was – until he reached the door of his apartment and his expression fell at the sight of a broken lock. His keys in hand, he scowled, then backed away from the door and pulled out his phone. Throughout eyeing both sides of the corridor suspiciously, he dialed the police straight up. Frankly, he had seen enough movies not to even try to get in – especially alone – in case the apparent burglar was still inside. Staying on the line – as required by the woman who picked up – he used the stairs to get back to the entrance of the apartment building, then waited until the police car pulled up. Only then did he disconnect the call and wait with one of the men while the other went up to check his apartment.
„It's trashed," the bulky blonde said as he returned, cutting him off while Raha explained to his partner – he assumed – why he had been absent from home basically since the weekend – if obviously without too many details. „Do you have somewhere else you could stay at, Mr. Redsun? I will come up with you in case you can tell me if anything was stolen," he added pointing toward his backpack. „But all things considered it would be better not to touch anything until we can send in the team to take fingerprints."
„I... Um, trashed?" He asked incredulously, blinking. „Why...? What do you mean, officer?"
„As far as I can say for now, someone spray-painted 'he's mine' all over the walls and windows, Mr. Redsun. And it looks like they at least tried to break everything in sight. You wouldn't happen to know what that message is supposed to mean?"
„Ah," he blinked rapidly, then hesitated, toying with his phone as he considered what to say. „I... Um, I've heard from someone just today about something similar happening with their place a month ago, officer. Only why...?" He frowned, considering it, then hesitated again, looking toward the apartment building then between frowning men. „I mean... recently I started dating my boss, Senri Melieu. Brother of Ares Melieu, you know?" He flushed, waving his hand between them vaguely. And flushed worse seeing the potent disbelief in the look they exchanged. „What I mean... I don't care if you believe me, but I heard from Ares – today – that a month ago someone broke into his apartment and trashed it. Hence he's staying here, with his brother, at the moment. And they – Ares and Senri – are very similar in appearance... Do you think it's possible that someone confused them? Senri stayed here last weekend, so maybe if someone has seen him... Or...?"
„Anything is possible at this point," the blonde officer shook his head, then pointed to the building. „Anyway, I don't think you should be staying here until we can investigate and you can change the lock, and considering the time, that won't be today. Considering the mess, I doubt you can tell if anything is missing, but it's worth a shot. Let's go?"
„Ah, of course... Lead on," he sighed, then followed the man. „Is it okay if I call my boyfriend? To ask if I can stay at his place again," he added and exhaled deeply when the officer nodded briskly, stopping beside the elevator. He dialed Senri's number, smiling a little shakily when he picked up at the first signal.
„Miss me already, babe?" his lover purred and he relaxed a little. „I do hope you're already on the way back..."
„Um, someone broke into my apartment," he said matter-of-fact and heard a loud intake of air while the policeman held the door of the elevator open, waiting. „Can I stay at your...?"
„You called the police?" Senri asked very calmly and he nodded automatically.
„Yeah, they're here," he replied, smiling toward the officer. „I'm about to go up with one of them to see if I can tell them if anything was stolen, then..."
„I'll be there by the time you're down. No discussion, babe, and don't touch anything. I'm about to get my bike, then I'll be right there."
„Sure... Thanks," he said, though the call was already over. „Thank you," he added toward the officer, stepping inside the elevator.
When he saw the inside of his apartment he understood what the blonde meant saying everything looked like someone at least tried to break everything. He could only grimace, seeing that Damon apparently left his travel bag here before going to the Seventh Heaven and it didn't escape destruction – and he could only imagine how pissed his twin was going to be. Like most of his clothes, it looked like someone purposefully splayed his brother's belongings over the wooden floor to cover them in a starkly red spray-paint he doubted would wash off. His laptop, plates, glasses, and anything else breakable looked like someone made it a throwing contest – piled by one of the walls into a shattered mess. And like described... 'he's mine' repeating like a mantra everywhere in sight.
„It looks... very angry," he commented after looking around the destruction, very carefully trying not to touch or step on anything. „Unhinged, even."
„Don't see it every day, that's for sure," the officer sighed. „So, can you see if anything is missing, Mr. Redsun?"
„No... Other than this apocalypse, I would say it doesn't look like anything was stolen," he replied, then shook his head and marched out of the apartment. And admittedly breathed in relief, seeing through the glass wall on the corridor a bike parked beside the police car.
„Okay, I'll add that to the report," the blonde closed the door. „You're good going down alone, sir? I'll tape it off until the crew gets here."
„Sure, I'm good," he replied and headed toward the elevator, quite relieved it was still there. Admittedly, he bounced on his feet impatiently until it arrived on the ground floor, then very quickly headed outside – instantly relaxing at the sight of his lover, leaning against the bite and talking with the other officer. „Senri..." was all he managed to say before pale eyes snapped toward him and he was promptly dragged into a crushing hug. „I can't breathe...!" he gasped, tapping his hands against Senri's back.
„You're good?" He wasn't released but got a potent nuzzle against his ear before his lover's arms relaxed a little. „Raha, you're okay?"
„I can't breathe," he repeated patiently.
„You can if you can complain," Senri grumbled, and then finally pulled back at arm's length, looking him over. „Scared me shitless, I swear."
„I'm fine," he rolled his eyes, but then pulled in close, burying his nose against Senri's shoulder. „Only all my stuff is dead. More than dead... And Damon's, too... He's going to freak. He hates anyone touching his things."
„That's so you to worry about your brother right now," Senri snorted, petting his back soothingly. „Come on, babe. One the bike and let's go home, okay?"
„I never rode a bike," muttered, still letting his boyfriend steer him toward the massive vehicle. Senri got on it, then shoved and fussed as he helped him get a helmet on his head and then pulled him up to sit behind him. Taking an example of Shtola when he saw her leaving with Rahm, Raha wrapped his hands around Senri's waist, barely hearing his brief conversation with the policeman before the machine roared to life, and he gripped on harder.
By the time they got back to Senri's penthouse, Raha firmly decided that he had enough excitement for one day. And that he didn't mind his boyfriend fussing, all the way throughout making them another meal, sharing it and a shower, up to the moment they borrowed under a blanket on the sofa in Senri's bedroom and watched a movie. And before he drifted off in his lover's arms, completely soothed by his heat and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, Raha discovered that he would gladly be his cook and sex slave to fall asleep like that every night. Feeling safe and cared for, his world was filled only with Senri's sweet scent that didn't leave inside him even a speck of place for worries.
He woke up – briefly – when Senri put him down on his bed, then climbed in it behind him and pulled the covers over them before wrapping his bigger body around his back.
„I love you," he muttered sleepily, turning around and pushing his head under his lover's chin as he borrowed deeper into his heat, sighing blissfully.
„Love you too, babe," purred right in his ear and he purred, too, because he felt too good not to while Senri's big hand rhythmically slid up and down his back. „But I'll not let you leave again. Took years off my life, I swear," he grumbled, burying his nose in the redhead's hair. „I'm going to tie you to my bed, okay? Until you agree to stay. How does that sound?"
„...fun," he mumbled and yawned when Senri snorted, chuckling as he petted his ass.
„I told you: you're perfect," he pulled him closer, then kissed his temple before setting down and purring louder until Raha sighed and let it send his mind into the dreamless abyss that smelled like apple and felt like home.
...and he was only mildly surprised when Senri realized that idea first thing in the morning.