Amongs || GulfMew

My Mate

Mew forced his eyes open, escaping the Hellish dream. His heart was beating with rage unlike the other times he dreamt that exact same dream. He wanted to hurt, to kill, and to destroy. Mew's emotions were all over the place. Pain, sorrow, and hate. They destroyed him.

Mew believed he would go out of control then, would soon lose himself in the blackness. But amazingly enough he stayed sane. Why? Mew took in his surroundings and was startled to find Gulf holding him tightly in his arms on his bed. How did he get in the bedroom with him? Why wasn't Gulf wearing a shirt?

Annoyed, Mew kicked him off the bed again.

"Son of a-Suppasit! What the hell?" It was a little funny to see Gulf's head pop back up.

"How did I get here?" Mew asked, sitting up. Gulf was shirtless, barefooted. His damp hair hung carelessly over his forehead. So gorgeous.

Wait what?

"You don't remember?" Gulf looked at him oddly. Puzzled Mew tried to remember what had happened. He was at the bar with Fluke then Bright and Ohm arrived, then…

He stilled, his brows drawing together. Oh shit. He got drunk. "Did I do something? Or say anything?" He was afraid he might have spilled who he was or worse hurt one of his new friends. He knew when he was drunk heads rolled; he was as bad as if he lost control.

Gulf stayed quiet, causing Mew to stress. Sweat dripped down Mew's forehead as he waited for the answer.

"You tried to rip off my clothes and make love to me." Silence…

It took a while before the words registered. "I did what?"

Gulf looked amused. "Yeah, I have to admit I loved every second of it."

Mew blushed. "I…we…didn't do anything right?" Gulf only smirked. Mew groaned. They had sex? Blushing Mew hid under the covers. No fucking way.

"Relax we didn't do anything, you tried but I stopped you." Gulf ripped off the sheet and Mew jumped again to the feel of those cold hands on him. He too didn't have a shirt on and it made him uncomfortable at that moment to feel Gulf's skin on his. Gulf held him up.

Mew's mother was in front of him. Her lifeless eyes looking at him, blood covered her blue gown.

Mew then felt the sting of a sword to his side.

The room was suddenly surrounded by bloodied people he didn't recognize, some he did, making Mew realize it was the villagers he killed.

Mew held Gulf with his life, his eyes wide with shock. Seeing his mother again after so long…No words could describe the despair, the ache of a child missing his mother.

One moment there, then gone the next. Still the pain in his side remained, as if he was stabbed just a second ago. It burned and itched, he felt blood oozing down onto the sheets.

"What's wrong?" Gulf asked. He ruffled his hair gently.

"Nothing." His voice was shaking. Mew felt Hell's pull again, this time harder, any second now his guts will spill on the bed. He never went this long outside of Hell, if this was how fast the pull had developed he was afraid of what tomorrow would bring. Tonight they conjured his deepest fears.

Gulf held him tighter. Mew was grateful for it, he suddenly felt raw and exposed. "Go back to sleep Suppasit it's barely going to be dark."

Mew tried, but the pressure wouldn't leave his chest; it was tight with sorrow. Tears leaked unbidden down his eyes, shocking him. Never had he cried before. The last time was when his parents died.