The Unlikeliest of Mates

Chapter 14

Basilio POV:

No words could describe his embarrassment in this moment as the bellows of genuine despair is crawling through him and he can feel himself wanting to scream. What even was that? Married? Couple? Kissing? Hello???? What grade A level nonsense was he going on about in there? He can barely even begin to think of reason for their monumental brain fart.

And so Basilio can only do what any brave man would do in his shoes.

He runs away.

He all but rushes down the stairs, around the kitchen island and out into the chill of the open air. The warmth of his cheeks keeps him from feeling the extent of the chill, his hands however, susceptible to the cool temperatures, turning blue. His breath created white bellows of smoke while exhales.

"I'm so fucked." Basilio laughs out, slightly seeped with deprecation. It feels so fucked up, so cliche, so typical. It's been what, a month? Two at best. That's all it took to change how he feels. And it feels wrong. And sick. But god did he want it be more than those awful feelings.

Achilles was everything he wanted at one point. Those huffs and giggles of laughter, those shy smiles after months of cracking shitty jokes and showing him the worst memes imaginable. All those wonderful things about him that made him so special come rushing back to Basilio's mind. It hurts but it feels promising.

They're married now. They're legally committed to each other, binding and in a way unbreaking. Yet every aspect of marriage was null minus that piece of paper and their rings.

Basilio finds himself twisting it, looking down at the onyx band. It feels heavy, grounding but the anxiety shifts and sways within each twist. Looking back at the house, he sucks in another breath. He wants, god he wants. But its much too soon to have. So he stills himself, finding his center, breathing with purpose, his wolf guiding him down as well. He can't act irrationally, nor sudden. It has to go slow. It has to be on Achilles' terms and it has to be honest.

Just the though of losing Achilles again has his heart clenching. To go through the pain a second time would be beyond unbearable.

With the last of his resolve, he walks back into the house and sits himself on the couch. Grabbing the remote his silently decides to just pretend nothing happened every and to instead drown himself in the sorrows of reality tv. Going to his HULU he puts on Wife Swap and cuddles up with a fleece throw blanket, immersing himself into the chaos of old reality tv.

In the background he hears a door from upstairs open and the sound of feet hitting the stairs quickly, nails scraping the wood and is quickly met with two semi-large fur covered bodies jumping into his space.

"Oh get down you big lug, you're standing on my bladder", he says, shoving them off of him. The two pities continue to wag and wiggle around him as the sound of another set of footsteps get closer.

"The started whining the minute you left. I guess they aren't a fan of you leaving. Isn't that right boys?" They bark in reply.

"Yeah they just missed me is all. Especially Bruce, he's my little cuddle-bug, aren't you Brucie? Yes you are! Yes you aree." he coos, roughing up the scruff on his neck. Basilio can hear the light laugh Achilles lets out at his antics.

"What?" Basilio asks, cheeks heating up.

"Nothing, nothing. I just wasn't expecting you to act like this. It's a bit unexpected."

"Really? I swear I was worse in high school."

Achilles shrugs, "Eh I mean lots of people show off their dogs on their phone but watching it in person is a whole other thing. It's a lot weirder watching it happen right in front of me."