Fuck You.. Fate

Chapter 18..Not Just Me and Him..

The next time Syren earned consciousness, he was relieved to not be met with a golden ceiling, or a golden duvet, or even a golden chandelier. Instead, his eyes opened to the realization of strong arms around his waist..caging him in. The dark-blue blanket on him was warm, and the huge room he was in felt and smelt familiar.
His tired, puffy eyes slowly swept accross the blues and blacks of the room..the giant bed and the lights twinkling above, the huge TV and the small showpeice of Earth at the full-wall cupboard on the side...

Everything reeked of his Alpha.

Syren blushed with that unconscious thought of his, for it seemed to come naturally to him. Yes, David Henderson was his Alpha..and no one could tell him otherwise.

Thoughts raced throughout him, wishing to remember of all that had happened..but all he could think of was being called to meet the King and...nothing else. Anything about the meeting itself, he did not know. How he was with David was not a question to him at that moment at all..neither did his brain make any great reactions to the past, what seemed to matter to him were the arms around his waist, and the bare chest on his back..warm and snug around him.

His body shivered, a feeling that left goosebumps trailing delicately all throughout him, left his teeth clattering just a bit and eyes rolling back a little. He breathed in deeply, but the smell of his Alpha left his thighs clenching together..why, he did not know.

Another shiver broke out through his body, hands shaking as he reached out to grip the strong arm around his waist.

"D..David,"He called out, unable to turn around for his skin felt like tingling and burnt at all the right places.
"David.." He whined..pale, little hands grasping the thumb of his lover. Another shiver broke out through him, and his breathe hitched at a feeling so euphoric.

David's chest rumbled behind him, warm and big and sultry.."Good Morning, Beautiful.."
There was that undertone in his voice, teasing him and yet affecting him somewhere he did not want to be. The timing awakened the thought of if David had been awake all this time, but the tightness in his stomach didn't let him focus or think.

"I..I need to use the restroom," Syren whined with a ragged breathe, his finger now tightly grasping the thumb of his lower which seemed to tighten on him.."P-please, I really do."

David did not move, nor did his arms let Syren go. Redness was starting to flush Syren's cheeks..his thighs starting to clench together tightly and hands gripping his lover's hands, asking for mercy.
"I don't think the restroom is the problem though, Baby," Goosebumps broke out on Syren's cheek at the roughness of his voice..and a whine barely stuck in his throat.

"N-no..really, really I need to-" The hands grasping Syren's waist loosened for a bare moment, enough to part his legs with a simple motion of his large hand. Everything happened under the duvet, so when a warm hand delicately touched his thigh..Syren realized with a gasp that he was only in his boxers.

"D-David..! What are you.." Redness flushed his skin more than ever, his hands trying to hold onto the arms that sneakily touched his skin.

"Why..?," David laughed behind him, teasing him, "I am only looking for the problem here," the paleness of his thighs was delicate and sensitive..the skin tingled under the feathery touch of David's fingertips. Warmth enclosed Syren's body even more as hot breath fell closely on his shoulder, and into the side of his neck.

One of David's hands wrapped oh so slowly around the coulmn of his neck, and warm, wet lips gently grazed against the sensitive skin there..Syren's eyes visually dilated, and his mouth hung in a gasp.

"D-David..!" Syren called out in a whimper, his free hands unable to stop the motion of circles on his inner thighs, or the lips that sucked on his skin so delicately..or the hands that gently tightened on his throat.
"..Yes, Beautiful?" David whispered quietly, lips thrumming against Syren's ear lobe.