Amongs || GulfMew

I Love You

Mew paled as he realized he accidently shifted Gulf with him to his home in the forest.

"Where are we?" Gulf asked while surveying the room. The bedroom was dark with heavy curtains; it had a double size bed and a plain dresser with a mirror. Otherwise it was empty compared to how big the size of the room was.

Mew didn't answer. He looked at the door. He didn't want to be alone with him right now.

Gulf suddenly picked him up and threw him on the bed. "What are you doing!?" Mew screamed.

Gulf leaned down to the crook of his neck. He didn't say anything just held him tight.

Mew swallowed. He half-heartedly tried to push him away. "Gulf…get off."

Gulf kissed his neck, making Mew tense. Gulf leaned up to look into his eyes. They held so much unknown emotion that Mew couldn't look away. Slowly he leaned down to kiss his lips. Again and again.

Gulf moved one of his hands to Mew's nape and urged him the rest of the way forward. Their lips met, opened, and their tongues thrust together. Mew's fingers tangled in Gulf's hair, his claws digging into his scalp. Desire pumped through his veins, pure, undiluted, blinding him to everything else.

Gulf broke the kiss and once again stared into his eyes. Mew looked away afraid of the emotions only Gulf could bring. Why was he still here? Gulf hurt him, Gulf hated him didn't he? He was the Raven and he hurt hundreds of Angels.

Wasn't Gulf disgusted by him?

"Mew, look at me." Mew shook his head and he felt tears running down his cheeks. It hurt so much, the sting of rejection, the fact that he cared what his Mate thought of him. He wished that he could go back and stop himself, making himself worthy of Gulf's love. But he was pathetic, worthless, he brought nothing but pain.

"Mew…" His voice sounded tortured, distressed. Gulf kissed his tears away.

Gulf claimed his lips again. Mew tried to refuse, but the pull was so strong. Mew's breath hitched as Gulf raked his hand under his shirt. "Stop! Don't do that!"

Gulf frowned. "Why? I want you. I have to have you."

Mew was breathless at the desire in his eyes. In one swoop he took off his shirt. Mew blushed. Gulf leaned down to lick his nipples.

"Gulf! Ahh!" His tongue swirled around one and the other he played with his hands, bringing Mew's desire to the brick. Gulf reached down to caress him. "Gulf! Stop!"

A door suddenly opened, the light hurting his eyes.

"Mew! Welcome ba-" Vi froze when she saw a man with white wings on top of Mew. "Ah, oh! I'm so sorry!" She quickly closed the door again. Gulf was frozen in place, his eyes still on the door. Mew took that distraction and pushed him off the bed.

Mew jumped to the other side. "Why do you keep doing that!?" Gulf's head popped up over the bed a bit annoyed.

Mew glared at him. He thanked Vi for interrupting, he could think clearly now. This man broke his heart; there was no way in hell he would ever go through that again.

"I want you to leave now!" Mew yelled at him. Mew looked around for another shirt.

Gulf looked at him confused. "Why?"

"I said leave now!"

"I still can't fly or shift." Gulf picked himself up. "Not that that would make me leave either."

Mew tensed. Seriously? He was stuck here then? Mew could shift him himself but he didn't want to touch him at the moment. His blood was still sizzling with desire. With one touch he would be a slave again.