Avatar: The Way Of Love || bxb

I see you

Authors Note: This chapter contains Smut. If this is something you are uncomfortable with, please skip it.

Lo'ak's POV:

I lean against a tree, my breathing harsh as I pull my legs closer to my body and wrap my arms around my knees.

Why couldn't I just be born like Neteyam or the rest of the Na'vi community? Why couldn't I be born normal, not a freak? Why couldn't I be born seen?

The tears come faster. I unwrap my arms from my legs, putting them so my face is now in my hands. My nails dig into my skin, the pain feeling almost relieving.

"Don't do that, baby boy" the captivating voice of my true mate says, making me remove my hands from my face and look up.

Veylo looks at me painfully, the frown on his lips making my heart clench. He shouldn't be frowning. He should be smiling.

He walks closer to me, crouching down to where I sit against the tree, "Tell me what happened, Lo'ak"

I look down to the ground, "I just—I just wish I was different. Normal. Then maybe they'd treat me like they actually loved me"

I hear him let out a sigh. Movement is heard from where he is before I feel fingers being gently placed under my chin. He lifts my head, making it so I'm looking at him instead of the ground.

"Lo'ak, love, you are perfect just the way you are," he tells me, eyes looking at me with nothing but love and truthfulness.

I shake my head at him, disagreeing, "I'm not though! Everyone can see it. My parents. My clan mates. Me. I mean fuck, Ewya probably sees it as well!"

"Hey! Listen to me, Lo'ak. Ewya has gifted me the gift of having you as a true mate. Which means you are special. You are perfect. Perfect for me"

My eyes water more at his words. He grabs my hands, pulling me into his body. His warmth envelops me like a warm blanket on a cold day.

He doesn't let go till my tears have dried. He places his forehead against mine, his eyes boring into mine, "I. See. You." He whispers.

My breathing feels like it stops as he says those words. Words in which no one has ever told me before.

"I see you, Lo'ak. And what I see is perfect. Absolutely perfect"

"I see you" I whisper back to him, my eyes closing just as he smashes his lips against mine.

Our lips sloughed together perfectly like they were each other's missing puzzle pieces. His lips were rough yet somehow soft at the same time, and I couldn't get enough.

His hands go to my waist, pulling my hips against his own, making me let out a mewl of pleasure.

"Veylo" I whisper against his lips, pleasure laced in my voice.

He pulls back from my lips just a little, his breath still felt against my mouth, "Do you want me to stop?"

I shake my head, not wanting this to end. I wanted this. Wanted him. All of him.

His lips are back on mine, his fingers gripping my hips tighter. I had no doubt in my mind there would be bruises there by morning, but I didn't mind being marked by him.

Veylo's lips begin to trail down my mouth to my neck, sucking and biting as I grip his hair in my hands.

"Please" I beg, not really knowing what I'm asking for.