Blood, fire and death

Chapter 10

Aaron exited the bathroom dressed in eggshell silk nightshirt. Not that Roy knew the color or the materiel that the little human wore as he returned to the room.
He only noted that the white made Aaron look angelic, that it's shiny and smooth texture made his skin glow. And the way it flow as he moved around the room, as if he'd always have, before pulling down the covers at the left side of the bed. The one Roy usually prefered, made Aar appeared almost too innocent to touch.

This was new to the alpha, hesitation had never been a word he'd applied in his life until he met his mate. And now, It seemed familiar. He hated it.

"I'll be turning in first" Aaron declared as he tucked himself into bed. Roy didn't respond, only continued to watch as his little mate laid back on his pillow and got comfortable. Only then did Roy  turned away from Aaron and returned his focus to the screen of his computer.

It was ironic, where he was a knot of hesitation when it came to the human, Aaron seemed to have none when it came to him.

From the time they had met, where Aaron clung to him and went along with the request of a stranger, to this very moment where he was dressed in practically nothing, laying in the bed of a beast. Aaron hadn't once showed him any sort of weakness.

Roy, later shut off the screen and leaned against his chair. Soon, the soft humming of the computer died down and the room was filled with nothing else but Aaron quiet snoring.

Roy listened to it, like everything Aaron, it was a gentle, almost calming sound. The kind he imagined lulled anxious mothers to sleep. Definitely not the sound one would expected from a man that just comatosed another just a few hours before. Roy stood up and crossed the room towards the joined bathroom. He emerged a moment later dressed in nothing but a pair of long black pajama pants.

He stood at the side of the bed, hesitating once more, before getting in next to his mate. Aaron didn't sturr, sleeping peacefully.

Roy laid wide awake for a time, staring at the ceiling, then he turned to his side and stared at the man that lay beside him. His eyes instantly falling to the slight nip on Aaron's lip. He wanted to touch it, to running his tumb over the bruise. His hand itched to do so. But he turned away, shut his eyes and fell asleep instead.

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Aaron wasn't sure what made him open his eyes, nor what had him staring at the side of the wardrobe absently. He had woken up a few short minutes ago, but he didn't move, he dare not move. Something told him not to. At least not too suddenly.

It was more day then night, this he knew from the gentle sounds of early riser and the bright strips of light that filtered in, shredding the darkness.

Aaron slowly reached his arms under his pillow, finger meeting with a cold loop of one of his many throwing knives.

There were a few windows in the room, but the one that held his attention was the window at the far side of the room, it was after the island but before the counters, the fridge and ect.

It was there that the sound originated. A quiet sort of tap that could almost go unoticed. Then, the sound changed into a few soft pats, something like a step or a pebbled rolling on the ground. Finally came  a "chip" sound followed by a "drag"

Even without turning his head, Aaron could see the window dragging open. His grip tightened around the metal. A draf blew through the new opening, their was the sound of wind and before the breeze could ruffle the strands of his hair. Several things took place.

Aaron sat up and with the same styles he displayed at the ceremony, he flung the blade at the window and reached for another.

In that same  moment Roy, also shot up, assisted the situation and grabbed his tiny mate's wrist before the human could take hold of the seconds of the 3 knives hiden under his pillow.