Heads he's mine, tails he's yours

Chapter Seventeen

No one's pov

With a low groan, Von stirred gently, feeling the warmth of the early sun brushing against his skin.

He didn't open his eyes just yet; instead, he let his senses awaken first. The unfamiliar scents of sandalwood and fresh linen enveloped him, mingling sweetly in the air.

His gaze fell upon the figure next to him, and he couldn't help but smile a little-more like a toothy grin but let's just say it a was a small smile-.

Michael lay there enveloped in serenity, the conflict of their heavily tensioned past seemingly forgotten in this moment and especially during yesterday's activity.

Michael was beautiful, yet it was a type of beauty that was fierce and raw. His light brown skin glowed softly in the golden morning rays, the tattoos that inked his body telling stories, ones he's wouldn't mind knowing about, Von found himself tracing the drawings on the other man's arm. Each design was closely woven into the tapestry of his skin.

Von had found himself staring at them each time he would spot the light skin man on campus, he loved how Micheal looked so good with the drawings on his body.

Von's heart swelled as he observed the rise and fall of Michael's chest, the way his tattoos shifted in the light.. Those tattoos were more than mere art. In any other context, they could have easily marked him as a villain, a hoodlum, a chipotle bag-some might say- but here, in this moment, he was simply a man-flawed yet captivating.

Von let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he allowed himself to get lost in the display of Michael's peaceful slumber.

'Has this bright light always been this beautiful?' He couldn't help but question himself.

When they had first had each other, all they did was have sex and they both went their separate ways, they didn't lay to cuddle with each other so it was known to him that the other man could look as good as he did right now, laying on his left side, looking as beautiful as an angel, a fallen angel, one casted out for being rebellious, one being thrown away for having his own opinion.

He let out a light chuckle, he could imagine Micheal having his angel wings taken from him and how stubborn he would act.

He looked back at Micheal, leaving his thoughts for a while, seeing him wrapped up in silence and vulnerability, contrasting sharply with the fiery person he knew him to be when awake.

He smiled softly again at the irony of it all; his heart buzzed with an unwelcome yet undeniable warmth every time he was close to Michael, he had tried hard not to accept his feelings for the light skin man in the past, because he didn't want to agree that he might just like someone capable of denying submission to him.

Von was a natural dominant, he knew that at an early stage in life, he demanded respect from others, so when this light human came his way dismissing him, he thought what he felt for the other was hate when actually it was infatuation, a very hidden part of him liked the fact that Micheal wasn't like the others, in fact both his men weren't like the others he has met, he either met submissives who he had train or who were so well trained they were 'boring'.

He liked how Micheal fought back and how Dylan was well trained yet gave him a run for his money.

He wouldn't admit it, but he loves naughty Dylan, good Dylan was every dominant's favorite but him? He liked a good chase and the two men on either side of him were just what he wanted.

Though, he and Micheal-or princess- had fought tooth and nail like rivals in a cage match, fueled by a cocktail of resentment and pride, both men stubborn to admit they liked each other.