Married A Stranger

CHAPTER 1

The dim light coming from the window wasn't enough for Gulf to realize where he was, it wasn't enough even to spot the body laying beside him. Flashes of the night before took up all the space in his mind but they only confused him more. He remembered alcohol, a lot of it, chats and laughters of people around him, loud music, a strong man perfume and then bright lights in the dark night, the scent of flowers, a ballad, a smile and finally warmness. He somehow felt happy but didn't know why. He sat up and his whole body ached, feeling as a million needles hitting every inch of it. He ran a hand through his hair and felt something on his finger: a shiny gold ring. A wedding band?
He suddenly heard a groan coming from his side and slowly turned his head to find a dark haired head and a broad white back spread on the mattress. He rubbed his eyes to see clearly the figure of the naked man waking up in the same bed as him.

He jumped up from the bed and pain rushed through his body, making it hard for him to even stand up. With all the strength he had he managed to find the bathroom, feeling so heavy and with his head spinning like crazy he rested his hands on the sink and looked into the mirror. The messy hair and puffy eyes weren't what caught his attention first but dozens of hickeys and bites covering his skin, traces of fingers pressing hard on his hips, his shoulders. All those red and purplish marks and the intense pain between his legs were enough to connect the dots about what happened that night with the stranger in the bed "Fuck" he yelled too loud for someone to keep on sleeping.

When Mew heard a scream he immediately slammed his eyes open and sat up. His head spinning a little and he wasn't sure how many hours he slept since he was feeling tired all over. He listlessly removed the thin sheet covering him and stood up to find the source of the noise after putting his boxers on. Suddenly a memory of last night appearead in front of his eyes and he stopped immediately his steps to look at his finger, where a beautiful band was wrapped around it. Did he seriously got married or what he remembered was just a play?
He was feeling suffocated by all the memories he was recollecting when a sweet smile is all that filled his mind. The sweetest smile he has ever seen, the softest voice he has ever heard ringing in his ears and at that moment he knew exactly why he married that beautiful creature.

Gulf never tolerated alcohol and always ended up forgetting half of his drunken nights, he knew his limit so why did he cross the line last night?
His heart skipped a beat when he found the man before lying now in front of him. He gasped startled and a big hand took his wrist to prevent his fall making him crash instead onto his hard chest. Noses two inches apart, he couldn't see well the details but he was sure those eyes were penetrating deep inside his soul. "Hi" the man had a very low voice, but maybe it was because he just woke up. Gulf was speechless, he didn't know how or why but he was feeling safe in that embrace and it was scaring him the most at the same time. He jumped back pushing the stranger away "Who... Why.. Did we.. How." Gulf gulped and took a deep breath "Who are you?"

"I think your husband" the man raised his hand up and pointed at the ring on his finger after pointing at Gulf's too. The younger wasn't sure how to react so he did what he has always done when he was nervous or unconfortable: he laughed.
"How did this happen?" Gulf was blattering while picking up his clothes from the floor and dressing up, every movement ached but he was good at pretending it didn't, until he sat roughly on the bed and let out a painful groan "Are you okay?" the stranger was looking at him, but the last he wanted was to be pitied by someone "I guess I was too rough last night, I'm really sorry" but in those eyes there wasn't any pity, they were concerned but sweet "But as I recall, you quite enjoyed it" at those words he wanted to punch that guy but his actual condition wouldn't let him so he just threw a pillow at him provoking a chuckle from the other. 
Mew wasn't sure what he was doing but he was feeling the urge to protect this guy, his husband, he knelt on the floor in front of him and put a hand on his forhead "you don't have a fever. I'm glad" and he truly was.

"Did we really got married? I can't remeber anything" Gulf was desperate in his amnesia and Mew wasn't sure his next words could calm him down "We did." the gentle smile on Mew's face somehow helped Gulf not freaking out "Let's have breakfast to gain some consciousness and then talk this out. I'll wait you downstairs" Mew dressed up quickly and went to the door " Don't run away. Please, come." and he closed the door behind him.

For the first time since he woke up Gulf strarted looking around him, the hotel room was very big, every corner of it was making him recollect scenes from the night before where he was panting and moaning hard under the touch of the kind stanger. They talked, actually he talked, for only one minute but he already gained the title of 'kind stranger', he surely wasn't a serial killer or a douchebag for how he treated him before but he was indeed still a stranger...

and somehow his husband.