LazzyyPen

   The air is cold, dark, and cozy. The morning breeze carried the smell of rain throughout the kelku.

   You laid comfortably right on top of your mate, feeling the subtle beating of his heart vibrating into your chest. You feel the smooth rise and fall of his lungs while his steady breath fans your face as he sleeps. You hum a soft tune, as your tail wrapped around his thigh, staring at his face. Studying his features as you unconsciously startes to count his glowing syuratan. The faint scent of dried leaves clung to his hair from yesterday's hunt. You didn’t notice his tail wrapped around your lower body while your finger hovered above his face. Slowly moving from the tips of his braids, down till his collarbones.

   Tracing the curves and bumps of his muscle as your eyes follow. Your body relaxes, trying to sink deeper, as if to melt together with your mates skin. You wish you could. As your finger carefully moved towards his shoulders, feeling the contraction of the muscle as he shifted in his sleep. His ears flicked once as his hands wrapped themselves around your waist. You didn’t pay attention, your gaze slowly followed along the imaginary traces left behind by your finger. Landing on his biceps, you squeeze it. As your ears flickered at the sound of a low groan.

   You tried squeezing it again, earning a short gruff whimper. His ears flickered once again. While your hand moved sluggishly across his forearms. Just grazing his smooth skin with the tip of your finger, light and fleeting. “It’s not fair…,” You huff in annoyance, as you felt a low vibration resonates within your chest. He had a small throaty chuckle escaped from his throat. His eyes closed as the corners of his lips had already begun to curl longer before it open, as a short murmured is uttered while his gripped tightened, “What’s not fair, ma yawne?” He asked lovingly, a tone of utter obedience in listening to your mindless chatter.

   You blow a short puff of breath to the annoying hair stuck to your face, as your tone dropped to being a disappointed kid, “Your arms are bigger than mine…even though we did everything together…,” You added, laying your ear on his chest as you heard a small gurgling laugh. “It’s even bigger than my thighs...” You continue, envying as you poke his tense muscles. As if the act is going to make his muscles somehow smaller. This made him pull your body closer, as one of his hands supported your head. You tried to sit up, only to be pulled down for a short peck on his warm lips. “What’s big?” He teased, earning a loud smack from you to his chest, as you quickly sat up, your legs on either side of him as your hand stayed on top of his abdomen. “You have a lot of nerve, ma teylupil.” (penis face/pervert) 

   He laughed again, as his hand stayed firm on your waist. Keeping you balanced as you continue your jealousy journey. You eyed his abs this time, moving your hand from the center of his hona bellybutton, working your way up. Both of your hand lightly brushes over them, as your finger leisurely makes its way to his chest. He had watched you the whole time, a smirk was constantly etched on his face. His burning eyes drill into you, as you shift slightly sitting a bit lower down than his abdomen. Your hand once reached his chest, stopped for a moment. Savouring the full warmth they provided to your palms before making your way down, a bit more further than where his abs were. 

   He seemed to notice as he suddenly lifted one of his thighs, making you tip out of balance. As your hand sprung out, holding yourself up. One hand on his static thighs while the other is on his stomach. “Hey!” You complain, as he smiled. He didn’t said anything as he thought your reaction was way too hona. “Paskalin...what are you doing?” He asked again, as he felt your hand squeeze his thigh now. His ears flick once more. As the position of your hand is getting closer towards the strings of his tewng. He bit his lip, trying to express disapproval. It didn’t work. As a traitorous smirk broke through anyway, his eyes locked on the oblivious yet shameless action of his mate. “Even your thigh is bigger than mine.” You pouted as you squeezed again. Wondering if you’ll be able to be like him.

   A short whine left his mouth at your action. As you turned your head slowly, your gaze dropped, locking eyes with your mate. It was a look of pure, affectionate and utter defeat. “Ma yawne…” He murmured, the word dripping with a soft, vulnerable weight. He wanted to be mad at his mate's bold actions, but seeing your pouting face made it clear he couldn’t do it even if he tried too. 

   You only stared at him, as he spoke again, “You don’t have to be jealous. I like your hands, they’re always reaching out to me.” A pause, and then, “I see you, ma yawne.” He added, his voice smooth. You rolled your eyes as you clicked your tongue, “Yeah, sure. Flirt.” You hit his chest again, as a small smile made its way to your lips. Suddenly, you yelped in surprise as he pulled you down with him, “Neteyam!” You yelled as you laid beneath him. Neteyam closes you in with his toned arms. His heavy and bigger frame pushed you down. 

   Neteyam nuzzled his face in between the space from your jaw to your shoulders. “You're cute the way you are.” Neteyam spoke, as you felt his hot breath and his lingering lips on your skin, “I like your syewe lengäng (stomach-fat) here, ma yawntutsyíp.” (darling.) This made you irked as you hit Neteyam again, trying to push him away from you. “You skxwang!” Your voice filled the kelku as Neteyam teased you all morning long. Your annoyance is visible as your tail thumps against the floor in a mocking rage while Neteyam laughed.

   Neteyam didn’t mind you tracing all over his body. But now...

   It's his turn.

   Outside, the rain softly fell against the leaves echoing throughout the forest, while the affectionate laughter lingered inside the kelku.

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   The air is cold, dark, and cozy. The morning breeze carried the smell of rain throughout the kelku.

   You laid comfortably right on top of your mate, feeling the subtle beating of his heart vibrating into your chest. You feel the smooth rise and fall of his lungs while his steady breath fans your face as he sleeps. You hum a soft tune, as your tail wrapped around his thigh, staring at his face. Studying his features as you unconsciously startes to count his glowing syuratan. The faint scent of dried leaves clung to his hair from yesterday's hunt. You didn’t notice his tail wrapped around your lower body while your finger hovered above his face. Slowly moving from the tips of his braids, down till his collarbones.

   Tracing the curves and bumps of his muscle as your eyes follow. Your body relaxes, trying to sink deeper, as if to melt together with your mates skin. You wish you could. As your finger carefully moved towards his shoulders, feeling the contraction of the muscle as he shifted in his sleep. His ears flicked once as his hands wrapped themselves around your waist. You didn’t pay attention, your gaze slowly followed along the imaginary traces left behind by your finger. Landing on his biceps, you squeeze it. As your ears flickered at the sound of a low groan.

   You tried squeezing it again, earning a short gruff whimper. His ears flickered once again. While your hand moved sluggishly across his forearms. Just grazing his smooth skin with the tip of your finger, light and fleeting. “It’s not fair…,” You huff in annoyance, as you felt a low vibration resonates within your chest. He had a small throaty chuckle escaped from his throat. His eyes closed as the corners of his lips had already begun to curl longer before it open, as a short murmured is uttered while his gripped tightened, “What’s not fair, ma yawne?” He asked lovingly, a tone of utter obedience in listening to your mindless chatter.

   You blow a short puff of breath to the annoying hair stuck to your face, as your tone dropped to being a disappointed kid, “Your arms are bigger than mine…even though we did everything together…,” You added, laying your ear on his chest as you heard a small gurgling laugh. “It’s even bigger than my thighs...” You continue, envying as you poke his tense muscles. As if the act is going to make his muscles somehow smaller. This made him pull your body closer, as one of his hands supported your head. You tried to sit up, only to be pulled down for a short peck on his warm lips. “What’s big?” He teased, earning a loud smack from you to his chest, as you quickly sat up, your legs on either side of him as your hand stayed on top of his abdomen. “You have a lot of nerve, ma teylupil.” (penis face/pervert) 

   He laughed again, as his hand stayed firm on your waist. Keeping you balanced as you continue your jealousy journey. You eyed his abs this time, moving your hand from the center of his hona bellybutton, working your way up. Both of your hand lightly brushes over them, as your finger leisurely makes its way to his chest. He had watched you the whole time, a smirk was constantly etched on his face. His burning eyes drill into you, as you shift slightly sitting a bit lower down than his abdomen. Your hand once reached his chest, stopped for a moment. Savouring the full warmth they provided to your palms before making your way down, a bit more further than where his abs were. 

   He seemed to notice as he suddenly lifted one of his thighs, making you tip out of balance. As your hand sprung out, holding yourself up. One hand on his static thighs while the other is on his stomach. “Hey!” You complain, as he smiled. He didn’t said anything as he thought your reaction was way too hona. “Paskalin...what are you doing?” He asked again, as he felt your hand squeeze his thigh now. His ears flick once more. As the position of your hand is getting closer towards the strings of his tewng. He bit his lip, trying to express disapproval. It didn’t work. As a traitorous smirk broke through anyway, his eyes locked on the oblivious yet shameless action of his mate. “Even your thigh is bigger than mine.” You pouted as you squeezed again. Wondering if you’ll be able to be like him.

   A short whine left his mouth at your action. As you turned your head slowly, your gaze dropped, locking eyes with your mate. It was a look of pure, affectionate and utter defeat. “Ma yawne…” He murmured, the word dripping with a soft, vulnerable weight. He wanted to be mad at his mate's bold actions, but seeing your pouting face made it clear he couldn’t do it even if he tried too. 

   You only stared at him, as he spoke again, “You don’t have to be jealous. I like your hands, they’re always reaching out to me.” A pause, and then, “I see you, ma yawne.” He added, his voice smooth. You rolled your eyes as you clicked your tongue, “Yeah, sure. Flirt.” You hit his chest again, as a small smile made its way to your lips. Suddenly, you yelped in surprise as he pulled you down with him, “Neteyam!” You yelled as you laid beneath him. Neteyam closes you in with his toned arms. His heavy and bigger frame pushed you down. 

   Neteyam nuzzled his face in between the space from your jaw to your shoulders. “You're cute the way you are.” Neteyam spoke, as you felt his hot breath and his lingering lips on your skin, “I like your syewe lengäng (stomach-fat) here, ma yawntutsyíp.” (darling.) This made you irked as you hit Neteyam again, trying to push him away from you. “You skxwang!” Your voice filled the kelku as Neteyam teased you all morning long. Your annoyance is visible as your tail thumps against the floor in a mocking rage while Neteyam laughed.

   Neteyam didn’t mind you tracing all over his body. But now...

   It's his turn.

   Outside, the rain softly fell against the leaves echoing throughout the forest, while the affectionate laughter lingered inside the kelku.

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You were his safe haven.

When you were children, people would joke that Neteyam and you were like a beating heart. A shared breath, one inhales and the other exhales. A constant pair wherever you go. As if your path were intertwined from the moment you were born.

You didn't know when it started.

Only that it never ends.

"Focus." Neteyam stands across from you, stance strong, his eyes locked onto you as if he could see straight through you. He's composed, steady and perfect. He looked bigger than he was, even before his iknimaya.

You grin, rolling your shoulders in a lazy protest, "You just hate me winning, don't you?" You tilted your head, circling him like he was your prey. You were loud and impulsive. Your hits were unpredictable which makes it exhilarating.

"I can't lose."

You laugh at that, loud and unrestrained, "There's a first for everything—" and you lunge forward.

The clash was instant.

Messy.

Nothing like Neteyam would expect—nothing like the clean precision he trained for. You were alluring, your moves, your hits, your stances, even your breaths. Neteyam didn't know how, but you caught his attention. Before he knew it.

You were his Uturu.

The brawl ended with both of you hitting the ground hard. Prompting a moment of silence. Staring at the sky, watching a few ikrans fly by.

"Ff—" you burst out laughing, loud and bright, clutching your stomach as you rolled onto your side to face him. Unapologetically you.

Neteyam exhales sharply, somewhere between annoyed and amused, when he feels the ends of his lips twist into a smile. He can feel your laugh settled inside his chest, feeling it warm his insides. Neteyam always felt light beside you. You both did.

You knew Neteyam way before you were meant to. He was so perfect it irks you to no end. But his honest, and sincere gestures drew you in.

"... you're doing that on purpose." Neteyam muttered, bemused by your actions.

Slowly, both of you guys glanced towards each other. A mud streak across your skin, a crooked grin etched on your lips, golden eyes bright with mischief, and Neteyam, just slightly smiling. Neteyam and you note to oneself, admiring each other.

Some people would say you were both mesmerized by the other. And that's why you are inseparable.

Neteyam felt understood with you. Safe with you. Free with you. Happy with you.

And you. You knew exactly where you belonged.

"...doing what?" you finally asked.

"Your stupid moves."

You scoffed, "It's not stupid if it works."

...

A beaming smile shines bright in front of you, Neteyam finds it ridiculous. You were.

You guys were stupid together, deadlier too. No one could refute that, even you guys. People's been in tune with their most promising warriors.

The Prince of the Omatikaya.

The Olo'eyktan in waiting.

Toruk Makto first son.

A Dominant Alpha.

Neteyam resented it. How his hard work would easily reduce him to it. Like his strength isn't his. He didn't like how he could be explained in one word. An Alpha.

That word was like a cage to Neteyam. Small but potent. It stuck with him anywhere.

People would speak of it like it was a blessing, like it was a sacred melody, sent by Eywa.

But not you.

You know how much Neteyam hates being called that way, so you don't. You treat him normally. Just Neteyam. But you weren't ordinary either. You were an Alpha too no less. Strong, capable and dangerously, even. But unlike Neteyam, your instinct does not control you. And that was something that Neteyam envied.

His instinct drives him crazy.

Clawed at him.

Forces him.

Relentless.

Yours?

Don't.

Rut cycles are a pain too.

When you were younger, you endured it alone. But as you grew older. You adapted. You found ways around it. To help take the edge off. Someone safe, never an Omega. Never complicated. After, you moved on. Simple, controlled. It is normal.

Neteyam however, didn't. He would spend most of his rut cycle, alone. Everytime. Some tried to help but would not go any further. They were met with nothing but hisses and cold rejection. Neteyam was eager to retaliate against his own instinct. To show that it doesn't control him.

To show that even if he's an Alpha, he's just as much as he is Neteyam.

Years passed, Neteyam and you had grown into striking warriors. People are drawn in with how magnetic you guys are. Neteyam had become a splendid leader, his hunts would always end in a huge success. Bigger prey to show how far he'd come. How stronger he is than he was back then. You on the other hand is the very word, magnetic. Your friendly and kind nature makes you a trusted person. People are attracted to your irresistible personality, and your way of doing things.

Young hunters look up to you two, nothing has changed since then, except—Neteyam control starts slipping.

You learned to read Neteyam long before you needed to. The way his shoulders stiffened, his silence dragged longer than usual, his scattered focus. Neteyam's rut had been less forgiving in recent years. Sharper, harder and longer.

You always know when Neteyam rut is coming.

You knew he would always endure it alone.

So it surprises you when he does the opposite.

"I need someone."

You halt your movement, putting down some fruits you foraged into an empty basket, "what do you mean?" You stood up, turning to where Neteyam stood.

This is new.

"I can't do it. It's harder, longer and leaves me with lots of blank space..." Neteyam blurted as he leaned to the doorway of his kelku. Looking defeated and ashamed.

A pause.

You knew how much it takes for Neteyam to be asking you. But you will never know the thoughts that's spiraling inside Neteyam's mind. What's he thinking.

You felt the change in tension, the shift in Neteyam. His pauses, his focus and his tense body.

"...your rut—" You muttered.

"Tonight." Neteyam shot back, his eyes downcast, staring at his feet.

Neteyam didn't want to ask you. He didn't like to. But the last cycle was too much to bear, Neteyam felt completely battle worn because of it. His rut wasn't very generous to begin with, enhance libido, stronger scent, impulsive aggressiveness, and memory blanks. Neteyam suffers from short term amnesia because of how strong his rut is.

He didn't want to hurt anyone during it, so he shut himself out for most of his cycles. Some last 3 eclipses, or some a few longer. You take care of him during it. You brought him food, water, and patched him up if he injured himself. Neteyam during rut was tolerant with you. He wasn't as aggressive as he is towards the others.

"You want me to find someone?" You asked.

He nodded, his jaw tightened, biting his lips in disgust as he heard the words that came out of your mouth.

"...are you sure teyam? I don't want you to—"

"I wouldn't be asking if I'm not sure."

You almost asked more. More questions about a side he resents. People talked. And they talked about how weird for their favourite Prince to spend his rut alone without a suitable Omega. You didn't want him to be stressed over it. So you just nod instead. Neteyam sounds desperate and anxious.

You exhaled, finally the tension sinking in, "I'll...asked them to come tonight then."

Then silence filled the kelku, and it was done. Neteyam couldn't back out now. His heart stammered against his chest, beating like he just ran from a thanator. His nerves, nerve-wracking. He couldn't feel his limbs as the thought of what's happening tonight is nauseating.

"... you'll wait right? Like you always do?" His words came out breathless, and choked, as his eyes frantically glanced towards you, brimming with unsaid words.

You were stricken and at a loss by the sight, his reaction compelling you more, "...I will be right outside if you need me." You smile, trying to soothe him.

Neteyam huffed a sigh of relief, gaining his calm composure back. He stood tall, as he continued with his earlier actions. So do you.

Tonight seems faraway, strange and alarming. Neteyam wasn't looking forward to it, neither did you. You should be happy...but you weren't.

All you hope is that tonight will end well.

You had asked a friend of yours for help. She seems awe—struck by your request. Fumbling over her words, and her garments as you sent her into Neteyam's kelku with a friendly wave. You had prayed for the best, now you're just waiting patiently outside. Sitting by the trees near Neteyam's kelku, counting the stars, the passing Na'vi. Which is hard considering Neteyam's kelku is in a secluded spot away from peering eyes.

It was a way for Neteyam to relax and spend time alone. Which makes his ruts easier.

Fortunately, your kelku weren't far away either, living in that same secluded spot too. As you too love privacy more than anything, plus you have a really good neighbour.

You reminisced about you and Neteyam's when you spotted the girl coming out of his kelku. Alarmed, you stood up, tail went rigid and your ears pinned back.

Thinking the worst, you run back to Neteyam.

Did something happen?

" Teyam!" You shouted, pulling open Neteyam's front flap that closes his kelku. Your chest heaving with hard breaths, as your eyes finally landed on the slouching figure. Sitting on the pelt bed.

"Oh teyam! What happened?" You babbled, storming to Neteyam as you sat down beside him, checking him over and over.

Neteyam didn't move, didn't react. He only whispered so slowly you didn't catch it the first time.

"What?..."

"...I couldn't do it." Neteyam repeats. His tone calm and soft. Like what he said even himself didn't believe it.

Your breath halts, then you feel it. The shift, the tension, and the way the air itself tightens around you. Neteyam's mind was pacing, fast. It's not controlled or measured. He felt at a loss. He couldn't do it. More like he didn't want to.

"...she left," you say carefully.

"I told her too."

You frown, "...why?"

This, he stops, his breaths heavier, looking at you.

"...it wasn't right."

The way his voice softens, as if saying it was a taboo. Neteyam's eyes were glassy, brimming, glistening under the careful moonlight that peek through the open flap of the kelku. He looked lost.

"...then what's right teyam?" You question, knowing murmur, eyes locked on Neteyam features. Onto him. Waiting patiently for the words he cannot say.

His furrowed eyebrows, his frowning smile, his stilled tail, and his trembling lips. Neteyam's scared. Scared of the truth he might give. Scared of his answer that might hurt you.

The silence was deafening.

Then, his voice, lower, rougher and hushed, spoke.

"...you."

You froze.

Neteyam wasn't supposed to say that. Your thoughts run wild with all the possibilities until it goes silent.

Because suddenly everything clicks.

"... Neteyam." A warning, this isn't what people do. You're both an Alpha, you both know what it means. He knows it. You can tell, in the way his jaw tightens, his hands curl at his side, his now frantically swaying tail.

"...I know." Neteyam murmur quietly, strained. "I just—" he exhales sharply, cutting himself off.

"...I hate this. All of this. The way people look, the way they react to me...it makes everything feel wrong." He stops, jaw clenching, his grip tightening. Like he said too much.

You don't interrupt, you've seen it. You've always had. The way people shift around him, the way they respond before he speaks—not to him. To what he is.

"...I can't think straight." Neteyam finished, huffing, tired. His body slouched as his hand rubbed his temples. Trying to soothe himself.

Silence, then—

"...and you're the only one that makes it stop."

Your chest tightens at that, annoyingly so. Your ear tilts forward, as you force your tail to lay still.

You exhaled slowly, "...this is stupid."

"Yeah." He doesn't argue. Which makes it worse, cause it's not instinct talking. It's him.

You stared at him for a second long. He knows of it, you know of it. An Alpha can't be with another Alpha, especially a male. The risk is too high. And yet, all you see is the boy you grew up with, the one who never asked for anything, who hates needing anything at all.

You couldn't understand why you did it. But you did.

A resigned sigh escapes your mouth and a small smile tugged at the ends of your lips, "...only if it's you, teyam."

The words lingered in the air, heavy. Too heavy. For a moment neither of you moved, not a muscle, not a breath, not a sound. Just the quiet, suffocating awareness of what you just agreed too. The tension weighs heavy, close, and intimate.

Neteyam was the first to break, his breath hitch—a sharp inhale as if he had forgotten how to breathe. He watched you with a soft, lingering gaze, a fixated look of want. Something dark swirled inside his eyes. He couldn't tear away his gaze from you, as each passing moment only fuel more and more tension between you guys. A pooling warmth started to form at the pits of his guts, Neteyam hand moved, held it up, a restrained caress just the tips of his finger, hesitantly grazing your cheeks.

"...you don't have to.." his throat strained, holding back his words, his action to do the unthinkable, his instinct to pull you closer. His finger twitched as his hand pulled back, checking himself before he did something else.

You could feel it. The rushed feelings fluttering inside your stomach. You felt it instinctively, something else entirely that you refused to name. Cause if you did, it's true. It was subtle, dangerous and most importantly, it gives you willful blindness. You felt your breathing become heavier with the passing seconds, your temperature rising, the slow sway of your tail. His gaze is driving you crazy, giving you a sense of magnetic delirium from how intense it is.

You could reject this, right this second. Walked out the kelku like nothing happened, acting like everything was normal. It isn't. And you knew it. The small piercing light, bleak from the open flap of the kelku slowly closes. His syuratan glowing bright, intense, and waiting. Waiting for you. For your choice.

Your heart beat with a quiet passion, your hand tugged his. Pulling them close, feeling his warm skin burning the side of your cheek. The subtle smell of musk and sweat, and the cool sensation of his finger tips, brushing against your ears.

"...this is stupid." You murmured, eyes flickering between his and his lips.

Neteyam didn't take any second longer, and quickly the arousal you felt sky rocket, the feeling of rough, calluses hand grab you as if you were water, bound to slip through his fingers. You felt his instinct took over, from the way he gripped your wrist, holding your waist, and pulling you to straddle his lap. He wanted more. You wanted more too. Neteyam couldn't bear to part ways, keeping you near, too near. As if you were one entity. Breathless pants filled the kelku. Neither one of you wanted to stop, as if the gates had been forced open and can never be closed.

Neteyam couldn't stop the feeling pooling inside his stomach, his growing heat makes him act like an animal. Growling into you, tugging, biting, tasting it bleed with metallic flavour. Contrasting his impatient needs, his gestures were gentle. Holding you in place to not make you fall. The way his hand climbs onto you makes your stomach fluttered. His fleeting, light touches filled you with excitement.

Neteyam pupils were blown wide, his instinct working. You never knew how gentle and yet rough he was during these moments, how long did Neteyam thought about doing this, this thing between friends. You know Neteyam wouldn't admit to it. He's too ashamed about this.

You weren't, you thought about it. How Neteyam is during his rut, who he will spend it with, how gentle he is during it. But you never know it will be revealed this way.

"Ne—neteyam..." You uttered breathless, pulling away slowly. Staring at the person in front of you. His braids were becoming undone, his mouth swollen with a hint of redness, the sweats running down his chin, and his hot breaths fans your face. He leans in again, only for you to quickly cover his lips with your hand. You needed a second from how heavy your chest is heaving, earning a low growl vibrating inside Neteyam's chest.

You chuckled, "...you dare growl at me?" You spoke in shortness of breath, feeling him stilled in place. His wet lips grazing your palm, making a shiver run down your spine. His frantically swaying tail, his pinned back ears, and his half lidded eyes, waiting patiently for you. To continue. To tell him what to do.

Slowly your hand left his lips, propping it on his shoulders, "...this is stupid.." you murmured again, as you leaned in closer to finish what you started.

From that moment, your body moves in sync, hugging each other closer to the point there's no more space between themselves. Their heat collided and their breaths mixed together. You would pull him close, while he pulled you closer. The room once clean is now a mess as the tewng laid spread on the floor, necklaces, armbands too. Your back lay in something soft, Neteyam even in this moment is still taking care of you.

You were a mess.

And that night.

You were something else.

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