Amongs || GulfMew

I Need To Leave Now

Mew woke up feeling better than...Ever.

Mew rubbed his eyes; he was blind for a while as he remembered forgetting to close the curtains last night. Using his power he slid it close, feeling better in the darkness. He froze; he could use his powers again? Mew looked around, at first confused as to where he was. Then he saw Gulf sleeping on his side, an arm still wrapped around Mew's waist. Blushing Mew slowly got off the bed, making sure not to wake Gulf up and looked around for a pair of jeans. Quietly he went into the living room.

Mew needed time to think and he couldn't think with Gulf in the same room.

First Gulf didn't know he was the Raven. Then there was the fact that he was a Demon, he couldn't live in heaven, and because of the pull he had no choice but to go to hell and possibly face every demon who wanted his head. He could die. Not to forget that the council and every other Angel out there wanted him dead for what he did a hundred years ago.

Mew signed.

The good was that he made friends here. He never felt so calm, so peaceful in his life, and he didn't mind spending the rest of eternity here. He felt like he could fight whatever problem came his way because of that. Then there was Gulf.

He sat on the couch; Gulf was different from the bastard. Type never cared so much for him as Gulf did. Now that he let himself look back he remembered how Type would always ask him to fight, to let his anger rage out of control and how it was actually his fault that they were ambushed by those bandits so many years ago. Did he really love Type in the first place?

Gulf was gentle, kind, loving. The sex was also different. Never had Mew felt so connected to another before. Still he couldn't get caught up yet. He was afraid that once Gulf found out that he was the Raven he would not accept him.

Did it even matter though? Gulf was an Angel, loved by all. Mew was a Demon hated by both Angels and Demons. He couldn't stay here, if he did he would only put them all in danger and he couldn't bear that.

Depressed Mew leaned his head back. His life was screwed up. Even if he did want to try love again he couldn't. Everything was already taken from him. His life would now result in living in his isolated forest and carefully trying to go to Hell so the pull will be satisfied. Mew closed his eyes; his back was filled with knots, so much stress.

Gulf hugged him from behind, startling Mew.

"Good morning." Mew had to admit he loved Gulf's hoarse voice in the mornings. Gulf kissed his neck lovingly.

Mew groaned. Another amazing thing was that he craved Gulf's touch, he only knew the guy for a short time but now his touch evokes a fire on its own. Because of the Mate's pull he could not fight it, didn't want to fight it.

Gulf reached down and played with his nipples causing more, louder moans from Mew.

Gulf licked his ear then moved down to his neck. A groan of ecstasy burst from Mew.

"Suppasit..." Gulf moaned as well to feel his lover's skin. So soft.

Gulf went lower to caress Suppasit's hardness through his pants which Suppasit didn't button. It was sexy, Gulf thought of licking his lips.

Mew moaned it's new to see Gulf caress him. He wanted desperately though to feel those hands on him, not through his jeans.

"Gu...Gulf...please...ahh." Mew arched into his touch, needing more.

"Hmmm...What do you want, Suppasit? Tell me and I will do whatever you ask."

"Hands...Ahhh, nghh...I want your hands on me." Mew held on to Gulf's arms, his nails digging in.