Masked Royalty(bxb)

Part 9

Kysons pov:

"Okay, but Alex! The year Mr. Dart made you switch classes after you covered his whole classroom in duct tape!" I laughed as his face lit up.

"Yes! Oh my god! He was such an ass, though." He smiles before he falls back onto the couch he is sitting on.

It was late at night, and many people had left.

But my sister, and Lexi, were against the bookshelf cuddling.
Along with Spencer and Kacy, Kacy had fallen asleep in his lap. She practically sleeps through anything.

Alex was on the opposite side of their couch.

Achilles was sitting on my couch but opposite me.
As they continue talking about random stuff. Achilles moved over, closer to me. Before laying his head on my lap. I raised my eyebrows, completely taking me by surprise.

"Y'know...you're cute when you sway your hips to the music." He randomly mumbled, with sleepy eyes, making my cheeks bright red. I glance up to see if anyone has heard that.

But they were all distracted by their conversations.

He chuckled. "Now you're blushing..." he smiled drunkenly.

"Shhh, you're drunk." I smiled softly.
I enjoyed this gentleness from him. Yet I knew it was only the liquor.

He reached up, brushing his thumb over my cheekbone as the sparks flew like normal.

"Phhsssss." He made a sparkling noise, like fireworks.

"You feel it too?" I asked softly, letting my fingers run through his hair.
He smiled, giving me a drunken nod.

"Magic." He smiled as his eyes began to close.

I chuckled, "I'm magical..." he mumbled.

"Maybe you should get that one to bed." My sister said with her hazy smile.

"I think we all need to go to bed..." Spencer said with a yawn.

"None of you are going anywhere. We have plenty of spare bedrooms." My sister said firmly.

I was able to get Achilles to sit up, so I could slip out from under him.
I helped him stand up, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

"Alright, good night, guys. Sleep well." I carried him upstairs.

"Mmm - your room?" He mumbled. My heart fluttered.

"You wanna go to my room?" He nodded against me.

"Sleep alone is terrible." He grumbled.

"O-okay..." I carried him into my room.

"I don't like sleeping alone." He mumbled as he sat on the end of my bed. I furrowed my eyebrows.
He had lived alone...he's been on the run. How often did he sleep with other people?

I watched him lazily pull his shirt over his head after he removed his mask, watching as he exposed his defined torso. He looked absolutely stunning.

I couldn't help but stare, glancing down his pecs to his tight v-line.

He giggled drunkenly as he slipped his jeans off. Reveal his thick bulge, which was covered by the thin fabric material.

Seeing him almost entirely nude only sparked my sexual fantasies even more.

"Are you gonna keep eye fucking or get into bed with me?" He gave me a devious smirk.
As I sighed, removing my shirt. Climbing into bed, slipping under the covers.

He instantly grabbed my waist and yanked me into him. He wrapped his arms around my more petite body. My head tucked under his chin.
He sleepily drew little circles on my back.

"What's gonna happen when we wake up?" I murmured. I wasn't ready for this to end. I didn't want them harsh and aggressive Achilles back.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you gonna regret this?" He never stopped comforting me, showing me his control over me, putting me at so much ease as the little circles and cuddles continued.

"Probably, but for now, just sh and let me hold you. We'll worry about the rest tomorrow." I tried my best to keep back tears—the feeling of having someone comfort me. I didn't have to tell everyone else it would be okay. I loved it...

I didn't want it to end...
His soft breaths became even, indicating he had fallen asleep.
I drifted off into my peaceful slumber.

A few hours later, I was woken up to a thrashing Achilles.

"P-please no...leave me...alone." He mumbled in his sleep. His chest was rising and falling aggressively. Sweat glistened across his forehead.

"Achilles...wake up..." I brushed the hair off his forehead, but he thrashed roughly on the bed.

His mumbling turned into shouting. His rigid breathing sounded like hyperventilating.

Tears began to fall from his shut eyes.
I couldn't wake him up.

I tried my best to stay calm as my anxiety flooded my mind.

What if he never wakes up? I'll never have a chance.
He's in pain! He can't breathe!

"Achilles...please!" I continued to shake him.
He gasped loudly as he jolted awake. His chest continued rising and crashing.
"Shit..." he mumbled before throwing off the covers.

"Achilles, wait!" I called after him as he walked towards the door. I was terrified, and he continued ignoring me.

I rushed after him, grabbing his wrist.
He yanked it away from me, making me cringe.
"Leave me alone!" He grumbled with a weary tone. Completely unstable.

"Wa-wait..."I stuttered as tears brimmed my eyes.
Achilles caught sight of my tears.

I saw his expression soften - almost filled with worry.
It made him freeze.

"Please talk to me..." I whispered. As I wrapped my free arm around my stomach, attempting to comfort myself.

He sighed before pulling me to his chest.
"I just...get nightmares." He whispered, letting his back hit the door.

As he fell to the ground, I stayed cuddled to his chest on the cold floor. "I-I couldn't wake you up..." I whispered against his chest.

"It scared me..." I felt him sigh at my words.

"It scared me too." He let out a sarcastic chuckle.
"But I'm used to them." He rubbed my back softly.

"How can I wake you up next time?"

"There won't be the next time." He said firmly.
My body tensed at his voice change.

"Oh..." I whispered as a tear slipped down my cheek.

"Fuck, are you-"

"It's fine...just...threaten me like you always do, like you don't feel the fucking sparks!" I pushed away from him, standing up.

He grabbed my wrist, yanking me onto my knees. He cupped my face forcing our bodies closer.

Our lips crashed together, his left hand cupped my cheek and his opposite hand was on the small of my back. He tasted sweet, like strawberries and smoke. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough of it.

Our lips fell in sync as neither of us pulled away.
When I thought the sparks were insane...I was wrong.

This was an entire fire. We pulled away, both of us panting. His pupils almost engulfed his whole eye, hiding his beautiful oak brown eyes.

"Holy shit..." he muttered out through his heavy pants.

"You can say that again...." I whispered, attempting to catch my breath.

"Holy shit..." he said with a smirk. I connected our lips once more, unable to get enough.

Ahhhh, the pull between them!!

Will Achilles be able to pull away from it?