Author's Note:
I'm a mess right now, so if you've left comments on the last few chapters-- I haven't read them yet and haven't had a chance to respond.
I'm really trying to focus on getting the other chapters of Fang down so I can just finish this for you all, but damn life just likes to say "fuck you, you're going to have anxiety attacks over everything else going on in your life, and one of the few things you love that helps calm you down is going to be hard to do now."
anyway... on with this emotional mess of a chapter!
"COLBY!"
The Alpha jolted awake, feeling his heart racing. He had been dreaming of Sam again, screaming as he lay strapped to a bench in an empty room, always the same dream. A knee came up and hit him in the thigh and he groaned, quickly throwing himself blindly over his mate. Sam was tossing and turning beside him, and Colby did his best to tighten his hold around the other's naked form.
"Sam," Colby called out to his mate in a nightmare, "Sam."
The Omega froze, tears in his eyes as he stared up at the Alpha, frowning, and then started crying again, "Colby... I-...," more tears came down his face.
"It's okay," Colby murmured softly, "I got you. I always got you."
"I'm sorry," Sam cried out, burying his face in Colby's bare shoulder, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Colby purred, running his fingers softly over Sam's back, feeling the edges of bone poking through, and mourning, "I'm always here for you."
"Kiss me," Sam whispered, pulling his face away from the Alpha's shoulder.
Colby didn't hesitate as he brought a hand up to tangle in Sam's hair, angling the Omega up into him. Their lips met and Colby ignored the taste of Sam's tears on his tongue. He wished he could kiss away all of Sam's pain. He wished that was the only medicine Sam needed.
The Omega started getting frisky, throwing a leg over Colby's hip. His cock growing hard against Colby's own. Gone were the tears, and Sam felt his heat start to come back into his system.
"Am I going to keep having these nightmares?" Sam pulled away, panting lightly, resisting the urge to grind himself against his mate.
Colby frowned, a thousand thoughts were running through his head at Sam's question. He ran a hand over Sam's thigh, "If you do, I'm always here when you wake up."
It was the best Colby could come up with and Sam knew that. The blonde smiled gently, leaning into his mate, and pressed his lips to Colby's. A moan vibrated through Sam and he tangled his fingers in Colby's hair, holding the Alpha to him. Colby's fingers gripped at Sam's thighs, bruises forming beneath his touch.
Love and pain, an oxymoron, vibrated, licked, and bit at the pair.
Sam wanted to feel again, own his love and own his pain. His heat swirled in his navel, but it was an afterthought now. Sam knew his heat was almost over, but he needed Colby in a way he never felt for the other man before. The blonde felt he would shatter if the other wasn't with him right now.
Colby pulled away, their foreheads touching, and his eyes fell shut as he panted, "I'm never.... Ever.... Letting go of you again," Colby promised.
Sam gripped Colby's hair tightly, causing the Alpha to hiss, but Sam silenced the other with another kiss. Lips were bruising and harsh, a reminder of what was to come.
Quickly, using his strength, Colby flipped them over till Sam was flat on his back and Colby was nestled nicely between the blonde's legs. The movement made Sam gasp up into the Alpha's mouth, which Colby took advantage of by carefully tasting Sam's bottom lip with his tongue. The Omega purred, meeting Colby's tongue with his own, making Colby grind down into Sam's, their naked bodies sliding against each other in perfect friction.

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