The Secrets of The Reverence Pack

Chapter 36: Why?

Author's Note: !!!SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING!!! Welcome to day two of the Week of Love guys! The name that I made for this week is really corny, but these chapters aren't! I do want to put in a disclaimer here, however. I've gotten asked this question about a thousand times in other stories, so I'm just going to put it in my announcement instead of answering a bunch of comments about it: This story, along with every story I wrote or will write, is NOT an mpreg story. I just can't write something like that. None of the male characters in this world can get pregnant.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy this lovely chapter. It has a lot of fluff in it too, and I love it myself. Thanks for all the votes and comments! They are always greatly appreciated.

-Saturn

He woke up calmly. It didn't feel like he needed to do anything. He was merely hungry. That was always a good reason to wake up. But his body didn't want to get up. It wanted to stay in the comfort of the bed he was in. If it weren't for his stomach screaming at him, he may have laid their a little longer. He enjoyed the snug feeling that it gave him. It was as if he had gotten tucked in. Hiroko used to do that for a while, after his grandfather passed away. The small action helped sooth him in many ways.

When he finally opened his eyes, he slowly began to take in his surroundings. He was in Hiroko's apartment. The one that she had always used whenever her cycle for the curse came. She had prepared it for him before her departure. She would help with the Luna duties until the day before Shiro was supposed to come back, as she had another trip that father wished for her to go on. But her apartment was stocked with everything that one would need when they underwent something like this. There was food, plenty of extra sheets, a stocked bathroom.

And, for some reason, an unbearably handsome man that was under him.

Shiro somehow managed to get out of the strong arms this time. He quickly moved to the edge of the bed, looking at the peaceful face of his mate. He must have really been asleep for him not to be holding him as tightly as he had the last time. The blanket just barely covered his waist. The muscular torso of his was what Shiro had been laying on the entire night. It raised and shrank with ease. He looked like a god had created him.

How did he get in here? Shiro wanted to know, but he also didn't want to remember the events of the night before. That would only send him right back to the mess that he had been, and he liked that he had a clear head at least.

Instead, he inspected the small apartment, making sure that the door was still locked and everything was okay. He noticed Jett's scent in certain areas, like the window, for some reason. It left him so curious about all of this. But he was going to wait until he had gotten a shower in and had eaten something.

The shower was the first priority, as he didn't know when the next episode of the curse would come. According to Hiroko, if you were able to satisfy it a little, it would calm down. But that only worked so much. It liked to come in waves throughout the day.

He wished he could change those sheets. They were a mess, just like him at the moment. He carefully washed himself, making sure to be softer to more sensitive spots. Everything set it off now. That was what he had learned the day before. Even the smallest of tasks could invoke the lust that the curse caused. And he still had six more days of it.

Of course, if Jett was with him the whole time, it might make things more tolerable...

No. He couldn't be thinking like this. He shouldn't even be thinking his name. For that name had more power over him than anything else. Especially as the memories of last night were replaying through his head. But his mind and body were beyond his control now. That was another reason why he had wanted to be left alone. He wouldn't be able to control any of the emotions that he held back on so much.