The Dove Bounty (BoyxBoy)

Round 5: Patience.

Warning: Strong language/ Graphic content/ Sexual content/ Mature content/Non-con... Enjoy.

A/N: I'm horrible, I know. I ain't no pro though, I do the best I can and when I have the chance I pour my mind into these stories. I cannot thank all of you enough for waiting humbly for me to update. I do hope it was well worth it. This time I had some help from my amazing friend Calico, with editing, but as you know there will always be mistakes. We do our best xP

Round 5: Patience.

I felt them slipping and slithering along my skin while my limbs thrashed out in panic, fighting against the restricting appendages. "GET OFF, GET OFF! STRAAAUSS! HELP ME!" I begged with my voice cracking.

My heart thundered in my chest as panic pumped through my body. I was back in the kitchen - the metallic roof above me and the sleek cold floor below me - stripped and exposed as the honeycombed tentacles stole my pride and felt nearly every inch of my flesh.

I closed my eyes and in the darkness, orange orbs shot out destroying the blackness behind my eyelids. A face came into view... it was Strauss. He was with me.

"Dove? Dove! Listen to me, listen to my voice." His words echoed through my body, and I stretched out for him. "Remember that last moment, remember the end."

I tried to focus on the moment he spoke of and it was hard at first. My mind wanted to fixate on the horror that unfolded, but it was slow as it started to fog over. The remains of the fowl beast became vivid before my eyes. That last moment that Strauss made me focus on for so long was clearer than the rest.

Then I was hit with the realization that I was reliving a memory. It wasn't real; the slew of chopped up limbs was the end of it. I fought to break myself out of the dark images behind my eyelids, but it felt like I was drowning in the deep sea of emotions.

A citrus scent filled the air and my eyes shot open to meet steady orange irises and a head of messy black hair. I was eased in a second - my heart fell back into a steady pace and I let go of a breath I hadn't noticed I'd been holding. The corner of Strauss's lips lifted in a relieved smile; I was hit with butterflies tickling my chest and opened my mouth to let him know I was sorry... but I couldn't form the words.

"Dove..." Strauss' hand touched my cheek and as he thumbed my skin it sent chills through my body, making me nervous with anticipation. Our eyes locked and I wanted so bad to jump into his arms, but I hesitated and dropped my gaze.

Somehow it was like he was able to read my mind as he gathered me in his strong, toned arms. I rested in between his open legs, feeling snug and wrapped in warmth. But it wasn't soon after I felt myself getting choked up. A lump formed in my throat and my eyes squeezed shut as salty tears rolled from them. I whimpered in the tight grip Strauss had formed around me. My knight in shining armour once more saving me from the all-consuming pain of my own mind.

"Let's get you washed up." His voice was that familiar low, keeping me grounded, and I shook my head against his chest. I didn't really feel very sticky or coated in the slime as Strauss pulled the entangled thin sheet from over us. I looked down at my body as we stood; he'd wiped me down as best he could while I'd been passed out. It had taken a lot to bring myself to my feet and even more to follow after him.

I shuffled my way into the bathroom and stood awkwardly behind him as he started the shower. I was hit with a chill, my body breaking out in goosebumps; like before when we were in the small room.

My dry, stinging eyes watched the back of the tall feline, urging him to turn and face me; his cat ears twitched and it was like he'd read my mind turning to catch my gaze. Strauss gave me that pants-dropping smile, wrapping his arm around my waist while his other hand glided up my back. It was tantalizing my senses and drawing me into his taut body and citrus scent. I felt like I was losing to the comforting touch Strauss washed over me.