"Mate"

Chapter Four

Next thing I know Xander sat on the couch, pulling me down with him so I'm left laying across his lap. He roughly tugs down my pants and briefs, drawing out a yelp from my lips. He rubs his hands soothingly over my butt cheeks, before delivering a sting-inducing smack to my left cheek.

"Do you know why you're being punished?" Xander asked in a deep, dominant tone.

"N-no" I stuttered.

Another smack, this time to my right cheek.

"Because"

Smack

"You"

Smack

"Are"

Smack

"Beautiful"

"Smart"

"And fucking perfect"

Three smacks in quick succession, leaving my ass a fiery red and my cock leaking. I let out an embarrassed whine, causing him to chuckle. He leant down and whispered in my ear "now, do you think I will reject you?" I shook my head no. "Use your words baby". I let out a half whine, half moan at both the command and the pet name, which he seemed to very much appreciate. "No, I won't daddy". My breath hitched at the accidental slip, as did his. I squeezed my eyes shut, awaiting the words of disgust and hatred, pulling up my pants and briefs and getting ready to leave. Yet, they never came. Instead, he pulled me up so I straddled his thighs and looked at me. Really looked at me.

"What did they do to you, for you to hate yourself so much?" Xander whispered, unknowingly seeping through the cracks in my wall and breaking it down, from the inside out. Without my permission, several tears escaped my eyes, all the horrible memories flashing before my eyes. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck, fisting his shirt in my small hands. I felt like a kid, yet instead of the repulsion that I expected to feel, I felt safe, loved, happy. It surprised me I could even recognise this emotion, as I don't remember ever feeling it before. But the warmth in my heart and the unconscious smile on my lips could not have indicated anything else. It is then I realised, that rather than crying tears of sadness, I was shedding tears of joy. It was possibly the best revelation I could have. It gave me the courage to pull away from the, might I add-very comfortable position-and look into his unique grey orbs with mine shining with the foreign emotion.

Xander's POV

Looking at those beautiful bambi eyes, I couldn't resist the smile forming on my lips at the beautiful expression on his face. He looked truly happy, regardless of how merely seconds ago he seemed to be in the greatest agony. It didn't take a genius to know that he was treated badly by whoever he was running from, but the one thing I don't know is how bad they treated him. Was it physical or verbal? The million dollar question, however, is who was it? I will hunt down those monsters who dared inflict such pain on my gorgeous and innocent mate, my other half given to me by the Moon Goddess herself. He's absolutely breath-taking, so fragile yet so...strong. I feel so blessed to have been given such a perfect mate.

His eyes flickered to my lips for the briefest moment, had I not been paying attention to him I wouldn't even have noticed. An involuntary smirk twitched at my lips, lighting up his cheeks in the most delicious way. I slid a hand slowly up his back, listening to his breathless moan, before sliding it through his soft white hair and crashing my lips to his. Our lips moved against each other's in sync, the lust and passion palpable in the air. My teeth caught his lips, rewarding me with a sweet moan which sent my blood travelling south. Taking advantage of his open mouth, I shoved my tongue in to explore his warm cavern. Our tongues danced in a silent rhythm sending sparks along my skin and, wanting-needing more, I pulled him impossibly closer to the point where every inch of our bodies were flush against each other.

The little minx ground down on me, causing my already hard dick to harden even more. I slid my hand from his waist to his ass, firmly grabbing it and grinding him on me again, and again while occasionally giving his cheeks a good smack from time to time. The mewls and moans he let out succeeded in bringing me even closer to the edge, and wanting to finish with him I commanded "Baby boy, cum with me". As soon as those words left my lips, we both came hard, his crystalline moan ringing in my ears and intensifying my orgasm. Levi collapsed on top of me breathing heavily against my chest, as was I against his ear. I couldn't help but to give it a long lick, causing him to let out a whine. "N-no more p-please"

"Please who?" I asked, giving his ads another resounding smack.

"P-please daddy" my sweet boy answered.

"Good boy" I replied, drawing him closer for a tight hug. He's just too adorable to resist, which is why I decided not to.

Levi's POV

A hand snuck its way up my shirt, caressing the skin on my waist and up my spine, causing tingles to race through my body. A soft sigh left my lips, with me melting against Xander's chest as his hands left a trail of fire in its wake. Eventually, his hand slipped over my clothed ass, gently kneading it evoking mewls and moans from between my lips. He grabbed hold of my thighs with both his hands and stood up, heading upstairs to what I can assume to be the bedroom with my legs wrapped around his waist, occasionally pecking my lips and nipping at the exposed skin of my neck and collarbones. I could already feel the hickeys forming yet we haven't even reached the bedroom yet. Most of my senses have been dulled by the blood rushing in my ears and the heat travelling through my veins, setting me aflame.

We entered the bedroom, Xander kicking the black door shut. I was thrown on the bed, slightly bouncing before settling down and watching as Xander slowly and unbearably sexily started stripping off his clothes, exposing a lean yet muscular torso with a defined six pack. His skin was a shiny tan color, hinting at Latino origin. Once he only had his black Calvin Klein briefs on, he crawled towards me on the bed, positioning himself between my bent legs. He slowly lifted off my shirt, throwing it on the pile of his clothes already resting on the floor. My pants and briefs joined his soon after, leaving me bare as the day I was born.