#lynnsfics

He'll toughen up if he must.

He lasted years without you and he had successfully kept his distance from you, no matter how difficult and tempting, until the time was right.

His patience and self-control are not to be underestimated.

He'll be fine.

That's what Sylus keeps reminding himself every time he gets the urge to hold you. Every time his eyes fall to your lips, he tells himself that he'll survive without them.

You're trying to punish him for calling you needy, but he won't give in.

He'll wait until you give in.

It's more fun that way.

Okay, so this is harder than he thought.

It's day two and he's already weak on the knees from the very moment you walked out of the bathroom wearing the dress for tonight's date.

Sylus watched you put on your heels, flashing him a part of your thighs while doing so, and he wanted to run a hand on it to feel your smooth skin.

"Sylus?"

He blinked out of his trance to realize you just asked him a question. "What was that, sweetie?"

"I was asking if it'll be cold in the restaurant you chose, so I can know if I should bring a jacket or not."

He shook his head. "You'll be just fine."

That was a total lie.

It turned out to be cold as your table was specially reserved at a rooftop of a building.

However, it just so happens that Sylus has a jacket and the cold wasn't affecting him, so he was able to give it to you.

With a grin on his face, Sylus pulled your seat right next to his and gently put the jacket around your shoulders, making sure his fingers brush against your skin even if it's only for a second.

"Thanks." as you gave him a smile, you slightly moved closer to his face. "I feel much better now."

Sylus made the mistake of looking at your lips. Without much thought, his head tilted down and his nose grazed yours before aligning your lips.

"Wow! This wine is so good! Try it!" You shoved your glass of wine to his lips before scooting your chair back to its initial place, a couple of feet away from him.

Sylus almost choked on the alcohol but gladly accepted your offer. He put his lips on the same spot that had your lipstick stain on it.

At the very least, he got to enjoy an indirect kiss that should keep him satisfied for the rest of the week.

Or so he thought.

Day four.

The frustration has gotten to Sylus.

It's like owning the world's most valued weapon yet not being able to use it.

He can look, but he can't touch.

It's much more difficult than he thought.

Especially when you're doing everything in your power to make him cave in.

Well, technically, you aren't doing anything out of the ordinary.

Right now, all you're doing is hitting the punching bag in the exact way that he taught you, but the way you look at the moment is making him want to grab you and pin you down — or you can be the one to pin him down. It doesn't matter to him. All he wants is his body to be pressed against yours.

Sylus quietly growled under his breath.

He clenched his fist and started to hit the other punching bag, hoping to take away some of the tension burning inside him, particularly inside his shorts.

You tilted your head and watched curiously as Sylus' punches to the sandbag has gotten heavier, leaving such satisfying sounds at the impact.

"Whoa! So good! You look like you're getting ready to beat up some real nasty bad guys. Did anyone piss you off or something?" You picked up the clean towel nearby and held it up towards his face to wipe the sweat on his forehead. "You do look tense lately."

Sylus' left hand suddenly caught the one you're using to wipe his face. "You're a vicious little kitten."

He gave your hand a kiss before stepping back and patting your head before walking out of the room and leaving you alone.

"Hey, where are you going?! We haven't sparred yet!"

"Shower." He looked over his shoulder to give you a smirk. "Would you like to join?"

You almost agreed in a heartbeat.

But you have to stay strong.

"Nope, I'll just stay here and keep practicing so I can kick your ass the next time we spar."

Your own answer only disappointed the both of you.

Day seven.

You and Sylus went out for a ride on his newest motorcycle at night, on the empty, spatious roads of N109.

It was the worst idea of all.

As the one that's manipulating the vehicle, you're the one sitting at the front and you took advantage of the close proximity by pressing your ass right against his crotch.

Sylus had to concentrate on making sure his grip on your waist doesn't hurt you, with the way his body had gone stiff. Every part of him.

Every bump on the road slammed your hips against him and he had to hold his breath every time. His pants became tighter and tighter by the minute, and his breath had gotten unsteady.

He was sweating throughout the entire ride.

And once you finally made it back to his place, Sylus' patience finally broke.

From the moment you got off the motorcycle, Sylus quickly removed his motorcycle before taking off yours.

As soon as your face was in clear view, before you could even comprehend what was happening, Sylus' left hand caressed your jawline before locking his lips with yours.

Your eyes widened with surprise, though you didn't waste a precious second to kiss him back and pull him close by grabbing onto his shoulders.

Sylus didn't dare to pull away until he was out of breath. Even then, he'd only stop for a second before diving back in like a starved man.

Every time you'd pull back to gasp for air, Sylus would come after your lips and slip his tongue between them to capture yours.

"You win." he huffs in between kisses while your hands run through the strands of his hair. "I yield."

"Heh?" you can't help but grin. "What are you talking about? What are you yielding for?"

"Don't play innocent, kitten. You know what you've been doing." He tapped your forehead as you laughed. "I won't call you needy ever again, so if you could stop teasing me, I'd greatly appreciate it." he whispered against your ear before kissing it softly, "I don't know how long I can keep holding back."

"Since you learned your lesson...." you pressed your lips under his jaw. "You don't need to hold back anymore."

That was all he needed to hear.

Sylus wrapped your legs around his hips and kept you up against him as he made his way into his bedroom.

zayne

You're drawing random patterns with your finger on Zayne's bare chest as you cuddle with him when suddenly, he made a lighthearted joke.

"Your libido has been rather high lately. Based on my record, your premenstrual syndrome symptoms shouldn't be showing up for another two weeks."

You looked up to see the playful grin on his face.

"Oh, is that right?" you huff. "Must be my diet or something. No worries, I'll fix it."

Zayne blinked with confusion. "Huh?" But he received no more response for an explanation as you closed your eyes and drifted oft to sleep.

It was only until the very next day when he realized his mistake when he received absolutely zero kisses.

He was quick to figure out what brought on such an evil scheme.

"Oh, no..."

Day three.

You stopped by his work to join him for lunch, just as he requested.

Zayne observed that you're not angry with him and you have no problem spending time with him. You act normal for the most part. The one big change with your behavior is that you refuse to give him any physical affection.

You didn't even give him a hug as you greeted him.

It feels strange. It's like he's forgetting something as important like his wallet or his car keys.

"Are you punishing me for what I said the other day?"

"What you said the other day?"

"You know... about your high libido...."

He could've sworn a vein popped out from your forehead just now and he does his best to suppress a smile of amusement. He's already in trouble. He doesn't want to dig his grave any deeper.

"Nope! I don't care at all!"

Despite the words that came out of your mouth, you continued to make him suffer.

Later that day, you met up aftet work to drink milk tea while taking a night stroll around the city during such a lovely weather.

The way you were smiling the whole time made Zayne want to hold your hand and keep you close to him.

And yet, you were constantly moving around so much, either on purpose or due to all the sugar from your drink, so he ended the night feeling somewhat emptyhanded.

He hasn't realized until now just how much he enjoys even the little touches you grace him with.

Day five.

You and Zayne attended a formal event.

It's a banquet for the hunters association and you were obligated to come, and he was your date, so you two dressed up nicely to follow the dress code.

Although, if he was being honest, Zayne wishes you two are still in your apartment, where he can have you all to himself.

Ever since he had come to your home to picked you up, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. And throughout the event, he has been rather... uneasy.

As you're eating dessert, Zayne can't help but imagine tasting it from your lips. It has been days since he last kissed you, and he needed to be reminded of your sweetness.

He needed to feel the warmth and softness of your skin underneath your dress.

Zayne lets out a shaky breath before loosening his tie.

It seems that the room suddenly feels hot.

Or maybe it's just his racing mind and heart and the blood rushing down below his hips.

"Zayne, are you okay?"

You scooted your chair closer to him so that your legs are touching. You faced him and put a hand on his forehead.

"You feel warm. Are you sick?"

Zayne lets out a laugh that was half-nervous. "Are you teasing me again?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just worried about you."

He detected from your tone that you are indeed teasing him.

On the drive back, Zayne was clutching the steering wheel as his mind continues to race, imagining all the things that he'd been wanting to do with you. Sitting still became difficult with a bulge rising through his pants.

But yet again, he ends the night without a single touch from you.

And Zayne has decided, he'll never joke about anything ever again.

Day six.

On his day off, Zayne had taken you out for a picnic and the torture continues.

Whenever you two have a picnic, there's lots of cuddling involved. This time, there's none at all and there's the Happy Snowman plushie sitting right between you two as a barrier.

You two are playing kitty cards and Zayne seems to be on top of his game today.

After all, he had a special proposal.

"Whoever wins must do something that the winner wants."

It's a simple but classic prize that no one can ever resist, so you gladly accepted the challenge thinking you'd easily win.

But Zayne's focus is unshakeable.

He's consecutively dropping assist cards to take away your points, and somehow he's stocking up all the sixes.

He won't even let you switch cards by acting cute. That's how serious it is right now. The stakes are high.

After six rounds, Zayne comes out as the winner.

"How could this happen?!"

Zayne chuckles at your dramatic cries, aggressively shaking Happy Snowman as if it was the one responsible for your loss.

Unfortunately for Happy Snowman, it's Zayne's turn to have your attention.

Zayne snatched the plushie out of your hands and set it aside.

"Darling, it's time for me to claim my prize."

You sigh and bowed playfully. "Yes, yes, congratulations for being crowned as the King of the Kitties. What can I do for you, Your Highness?"

Zayne smiled and gently held your chin with his fingers before guiding you to look up so you can lock gazes.

"Kiss me."

Your mouth drops at his request, face immediately heating up.

"Oh."

He found a way to end your silly little game.

He really is a clever boy.

"Your wish is my command~"

At last, you stop holding back against your urges and brought yourself on his lap.

Zayne eagerly welcomes you into his arms and wraps them around you tightly, making sure you don't try to escape.

His lips meets yours with desperation and his hands slides down to your thighs, encouraging you to sway your hips back and forth.

Between the deep and heavy kisses, he mutters, "I joked about you being needy yet here I am, being the needy one. But it's all your fault. Are you going to take responsbility for it?" Zayne pressed you down against his hips to let you feel just how hard he is for you.

"...should we end picnic early?"

"We should end picnic early."

caleb

You stumbled into his room while removing his shirt and almost tripped on his feet as you reached the bed.

"What's the rush, Pip-squeak? And here I thought I was the needy one."

Your hands come to a halt.

"What did you say?"

"I said there's no need to rush, I'm not going anywhere — "

"No, you just called me needy just now."

Caleb chuckles at your furrowed brows.

"I was joking, Pip— what are you doing?" you picked up his shirt that you dropped on the floor and threw it at his chest before walking out of his room.

"Gonna be needy all by myself in my room. Goodnight."

"Wha — hey wait!"

It's too late. You stomped your way into your own room and Caleb is left all alone with a boner that remained standing until his mood died down.

Caleb sent you a bunch of stickers, hoping you'd come back beside him. Sadly, you ignored all of them and he was forced to sleep with a cold, empty bedside.

The next day, Caleb woke up early and prepared breakfast for the two of you as usual. You came out of your room and lazily greeted him a good morning, so he was relieved to know that you weren't really mad.

But once he tried to kiss you on the cheek after giving you a cup of coffee and you blocked his lips with the palm of your hands, he learned that he's not completely off the hook just yet.

"No."

"Huh?"

"No kisses."

"What?! Why?!"

You almost laughed at the way his face shifted, looking like a little boy who'd gotten his favorite toy taken away.

"Because. I don't want to seem needy."

"Come onnnn, it was a joke! I'm sorry!" he tried to embrace you from the back but you stood up and moved away.

"Wow, look how nice the weather looks today!" you exclaimed as you look out the window, admiring the clouds of Skyhaven.

Caleb pouts at the way you deflected him.

Knowing how you behave whenever you're being petty, he has to brace himself for the worst few upcoming days of his life.

Day two.

The pout hasn't left his face.

You two are working out together at his home gym and he's pouting as he's doing push ups.

You're not even sitting on his back and motivating him to do more reps. You're just doing your own sets of excercises in front of him while pretending he's not there.

"Pip-squeak, look. I'm doing push-ups with one hand."

"...."

"Now I'm doing push-ups with just one finger!"

"..."

No matter what he did to grab your attention, he just couldn't get you to look at him.

But what if....

"Whew, it's so hot in here."

Caleb took off his shirt and threw it aside.

He tries not to grin as he caught you sneaking glances from the corner of your eye.

Now, he'll do pull-ups on the bar right in front of you.

Or at least, that was the plan.

His shirt was thrown back at his chest just like the other night.

"Caleb you dummy. You'll get cold."

You walked out of the room and he was back to pouting.

Day four.

You went back to Linkon at Monday morning. Caleb couldn't believe he lasted four whole days without getting a single kiss from you. He didn't even get to hold your hand or pat your head.

The lack of physical affection and intimacy should be nothing to him since he always had to hold back from acting on his feelings for you. He was willing to wait forever for you.

But now that he thinks about it, he'd always been touchy with you.

Even before you were in a romantic relationship, he'd given you plenty of hugs, he'd given you lots of forehead kisses, he'd hold your hands whenever you let him, he'd hold you when you don't want to sleep alone, and he'd even kissed your cheek during the times whenever you pretended to be a couple.

Physical affection has always been a part of your relationship.

Taking it away is like taking away a pilot's airplane.

Well, maybe it's not that drastic but it surely feels that way to Caleb.

Now that he's able to kiss you and hold you whenever he wants, he can't stop. He loves being with you and becoming one with you.

He can't help but seek for your touch.

It's only been a few days but he misses your warmth. He misses how you taste. He misses the sounds you'd make.

Oh, he definitely won't survive for long.

This scheme of yours has to end now.

Day five.

You got a good jumpscare when The Colonel showed up at your doorstep at night, in his full uniform and all.

Before opening the door, you peeked through the peephole and took note of his serious expression, just as The Colonel often appears as.

But the scary demeanor vanished the moment you oppened the door.

His face lights up and you're flashed with the warm smile you've used to seeing.

"Caleb! What are you doing here?!"

"I just dropped by to bring you something you forgot at my house. It's pretty important so I thought I'd make a trip to Linkon so you don't worry about it."

You let him in your apartment, trying to recall what you could have forgotten. You were able to get through a long day at work without noticing anything missing, so what could've been that important that he had to give to you immediately?

"What did I forget?"

Caleb dug something from one of the pockets of his coat.

"Ta-da! Here you go~"

Caleb took your left hand and dropped something to your palm.

".....Are you being serious right now?"

A hair clip.

"What? It's something that you use every day, is it not? I know you were probably feeling weird without it. You're welcome."

"...I leave this behind on purpose. I always use it whenever I'm at your house, every time I'm doing my hair. It was meant to stay there."

Caleb laughs and scratches the back of his head. "Oh, my baaaad, Pip-squeak. Ah, but since I'm already here, might as well have dinner together!I'll help you cook~"

He removed his hat and coat before entering your kitchen. You're in the middle of making dinner too, so he somehow arrived perfectly on time.

You should've known he came in with a mission.

As he goes around the kitchen, he does everything possible to accidentally touch you.

He'd lightly bump into you and touches your shoulder as he apologizes.

His hand brushes against your waist to move you aside so he can pass by.

He stands behind you and reaching over you so he could get some containers on the cabinet, making sure to grind his hips against your ass just for a brief second.

Eventually, you found yourself cornered against the fridge.

"What are you doing?"

"Making dinnner." you glare at him and he was quick to give you a pout. "...And trying to win your attention because you've been so mean to me by neglecting me."

"Neglecting?" you tilted your head. "But I thought I was being needy."

Caleb groans before completely losing his patience.

He pulls you into a hug. "I'm sorry! I won't say it again! Please don't punish me anymore I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry — " his embrace starts getting tighter at every word, making you cough dramatically.

"Jeez, alright fine! I get it, now let me go — "

"Never!"

Caleb lifts you off the ground and nuzzles his face against yours. "So soft and so warm ~"

"Caleb, the pot is boiling!"

"The pot can wait. I'm busy."

"Caleb — " the sizzling noises from the stove forced him to jump away from you.

"Okay I'm coming!"

rafayel

"You don't need to be so needy cutie, I'm not going anywhere~"

You pulled away from his kiss and raised a brow at him. "Needy...?"

Rafayel's eyes widen as he realized what he just said. "I — I was just joking!"

"Right..."

You laughed along but five minutes later, the kisses suddenly stopped and your attention shifted to your phone to play a silly game (one that he recommended to you in the first place).

Rafayel didn't think much of it. He was able to cuddle with you as the two of you fell asleep that night.

But once he woke up, things started to seem weird to him.

As you left to go to work, you didn't give him a kiss. You always give him a kiss. You rushed out of the studio before he could even remind you about it.

He didn't get to see you for the rest of the day because the Wanderers robbed him all of your time and energy.

At the very least, he was able to videocall with you and chat with you about how your day went. Though, seeing your sleeping face made him wish he was next to you so he could comfort you and ease your exhaustion.

Day two.

You joined him for a stroll at the beach and helped him collect some shells. He tried to hold your hand but you not-so-subtly moved away from him.

The face he made was worthy of a drama actor award.

"Are you worried I'd give you a virus? Come here, cutie, I'm perfectly clean. I just took a bath an hour ago."

"No no, just don't wanna seem clingy, that's all."

Rafayel took a moment to figure out what prompted that response.

"Waaaait, you're not really mad about me calling you needy, are you? It was just a joke, Miss Bodyguuaaard..."

"Mhmm."

Rafayel sighs as he realizes you're going to prolong this cruel revenge of yours just a little further. It's good that you're not really mad, though he can't help but pout about it.

He had to walk through the beach with you so close yet so far from him, and his hands have never felt so cold and lonely.

You don't even always hold his hand, as sometimes collecting sea shells require all hands available, but now that he's aware of your punishment, he can't help but notice that he really loves holding your hand and giving you little kisses.

Without them, his day feels incomplete.

Day three.

You showed up at Rafayel's art exhibition and he's acting like you just dumped him.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to show up today, Miss Bodyguard. I thought you'd forgotten all about me."

He showed you one painting that you haven't seen finished until now.

"This is inspired by the gaping hole in my heart because my beloved has left me."

Trying not to laugh, you flicked his forehead. "Your beloved saw you this morning for breakfast and watched you get scolded by Thomas because you weren't ready for your event on time."

Rafayel huffs. "Well, I would have woken up early and would've been prepared on time if only I went to sleep early. But I couldn't sleep early because my beloved is being mean to me and won't let me kiss her."

"Weeeell, that sucks for you." you patted his shoulder. "I'm gonna go check out that lovely painting over there. See you later."

Rafayel followed you the entire time, walking so closely beside you so his hand would constantly brush against yours.

Once you reached an empty room, he stood right behind you and put a hand on the wall next to the painting that you're admiring.

His lips brushed against your ear after taking a whiff of your neck. "This perfume... it's the one that I really like..."

It was indeed the scent that makes him act like a cat that's high on catnip. You wore it on purpose, solely to get the reaction that he's giving right now.

Rafayel's lips brushed against your neck like a feather, testing the waters to see if you'd push him away.

So far, you do nothing but stare at the beautiful painting he worked months on.

His right hand landed on your stomach and gently nudged you back so that your body is right against his.

His kisses grew a little bolder, lingering on your skin a little longer.

But then, the sound of footsteps coming close forced you to spring away from him.

You held back a grin at his red face.

"This has been a wonderful exhibit, Sir Rafayel. Thank you for the tour."

"...Hmph..."

He crossed his arms and looked away, trying to calm down his racing heart.

Looks like his body craves for you more than he realized.

Day four.

"I got here as fast as I could! What's the emergency?!"

You slam the bathroom door open to find Rafayel chilling in his bathtub, naked body submerged in warm water mixed with pink foamy soap.

"...."

"Oh, good, you're finally here." Rafayel sighs with relief. "Miss bodyguard, you have to help me. I slipped from a paintbrush earlier and hurt my right arm, so I can't move it around easily because it hurts. Will you help me with my bath?"

"How did you get in the bathtub in the first place if your arm hurts so much?"

"Don't worry about it, cutie. That's in the past. I like to focus in the present."

You shook your head, though you're unable to hide a smile from his silly yet clever response.

You knelt down beside the bathtub and started petting his head. Right away, he closed his eyes and leaned in towards your touch.

You lowered your hand to his neck and brushed slowly your thumb against his skin just under his jaw, and you caught him gulping nervously.

Next, you slid your hand down to his chest, drawing random shapes between his pecs, causing his breath to stutter.

"But now that I think about it... how does one get help for taking a bath?" you asked. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

Rafayel caught your hand before you could even think about pulling away and leave him hard, just like yesterday at the exhibit.

"I just need you... to move your hand... just a little lower...."

Your face heated up at his low tone. His face had turned into a dark shade of red, flushed from the warmth you've made him feel with just a few light touches.

"You better be careful." you whispered, moving your hands down as slow as possible. "With how you sound just now, someone might think that you might be a little....needy...."

Rafayel opened his eyes but didn't move a single muscle. His hand remained on top of yours, letting you wander to wherever you want to.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm the needy one." he kept his gaze fixated on you. "I need to have you close to me. I need to hold you. I need to feel you."

Your face burned.

As did the rest of your body.

At last, your hand reached where he needed you to be.

Stiff and twitching, just for you.

Your core clenched as you recall the way he feels inside you.

"If.... if I'm gonna help you take a bath, you better make some room for me."

Rafayel has never moved so quickly.

xavier

Xavier breathes heavily on his bed, face flushed and chest heaving, glistening with sweat. You're lying next to him, equally spent after getting lost in each other's bodies.

"We've been doing it so much lately, I'm starting to feel sore." he says with a chuckle, putting one hand on his neck and shoulder.

"....You're right." you softly tapped on his chest as if to give him comfort. "Don't worry, I'll let you recover. Let's not do anything for a while."

Xavier's eyes widen. "What?! That's that not what I meant — "

You let out a yawn. "I'm sleepy. Goodnight, Xavier~"

"Wait — "

"Goodnight, I said."

Day one.

You had to be joking, right?

You were probably just so tired and blurted out such a hasty statement.

You probably don't even remember what you said.

Xavier didn't forget, though. He couldn't, even if he wanted to.

When he woke up at noon, you were already at work. You made breakfast for him. If you were really upset with him, you wouldn't have cooked anything for him.

So, everything should be fine.

He arrived at work and the very first thing he did is greet you at your station. You're behind your desk, busy with a report on your computer.

"Good morning."

He leaned down to give you a hug. Although you didn't return it, you didn't deflect him.

That means you really were just bluffing. Everything is fine.

"Good morning, Xavier."

Fast forward to a couple of hours later, you two are investigating an abandoned but recently used building that's been raided by Wanderers.

There was a suspicious man on site, so you hid somewhere so that you can observe him for any possible leads.

Xavier pulled you into a room that looks to be a supplies closet, which was luckily clean enough to not contain any foul smell that would make it unbearable for you to hide in.

You stood by the door that's slightly cracked open so that you can keep an eye on the suspicious man.

Xavier stood right behind you with absolutely no space between your bodies. His left hand made its way to your waist while his lips brushes against your neck.

Before he could do anything else, you turned around and covered his mouth with one hand.

"Hmm? What are you — "

"Shhh. We need to be quiet."

Okay, so you rejected his attempt to makeout.

But that was only because you couldn't risk missing out on any leads and had to focus on the suspicious guy, right? That's all. Everything is fine.

Everything is not fine.

He caught you on a conversation with Andrew and you were touching his shoulder. Then you spoke with Simone and you were touching her arm.

But when he talked to you, you didn't touch his shoulder or anything. You didn't touch his hand and you even moved away when he tried to touch yours.

For the final check: the Pocky test.

Once you're back in his apartment after work, Xavier decided to share his last box of Pocky with you.

As you were eating one, Xavier quickly went up to you.

"Wait, let me check if yours is good."

He continued to eat the stick of Pocky until he's closer to your lips.

But then you suddenly pulled back and ate the rest.

"Wah — "

You gently patted his cheeks. "Nice try."

So, it turns out you knew what he was doing and no, you were absolutely not going to give him kisses today.

And so, sulky Xavier makes his return.

Day two.

Xavier decided to get revenge for taking away kisses and cuddles by showing you the most horrifying scary movie on both of your watch list.

You two are sitting on his giant bean-bag chair, sharing a blanket while your eyes are glued to the TV screen, unable to look away at the bloody scene of another character getting ripped apart.

Little did you know, Xavier is mentally cheering.

For every jumpscare, you scoot closer and closer to him. Around halfway of the movie, you're sitting on his lap yet you're too focused on the movie to realize it.

Xavier kept quiet and rested one hand on your thigh, while the other casually shoves popcorn in his mouth.

As the end credits started to roll, Xavier got up to refill your drinks so that you can have more for the next film, which is another horror one.

"Wait where are you going?!" you grabbed his hand before he could start walking towards the kitchen.

Xavier almost laughed at your expression. "I'm just going to get us more drinks. I won't be gone for long. Just sit here and relax."

"You're not scared even a little bit?" you murmured, tightly hugging a pillow. Right now, your brain is imagining the killer in every dark spot of the apartment.

"I'll be fine~"

Five steps forward and he suddenly turns around.

"Are you really that scared?"

He uses his evol to shine a bright light on his face while pulling a silly expression, mocking the one that the killer from the movie wore.

"Ah!"

His plan worked a little too well because now, you can't sleep alone.

"Are you really that scared?" he asked, walking up to the bed, watching you hug Bunbun with your dear life. "We fought Wanderers that are much worse. If you were in the movie, I bet you'll make a good final girl that'll outlive the killer."

He sat next to you and smiled as he put a hand on the plushie.

"Bunbun can go now. I'm taking over his job in protecting you while you sleep."

You gasped as he snatched the plushie and threw him across the room.

"Xavier!"

"Ssshh, I got you."

After turning off all the lights, he laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, with your back against his chest.

The second you closed your eyes, your mind starts replaying the scariest parts of the movies you just watched, causing you to shift uncomfortably.

You hear a faint gasp behind you, but you ignore it as you're trying to block off the scary images in your head.

"Ugh! It's no good! I need a distraction."

You turned around to get your phone on the nightstand, but then you come face to face with Xavier.

"A distraction?" he leans close to you so that your noses touch. "I can give you a distraction, if you want."

"....nope, I'm good." you turned back around with a huff. "Don't wanna make you sore."

Xavier laughs and nuzzles his face on your neck.

"I'll remember not to joke about something like that ever again. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"

"....are you also sorry for making me watch those really scary movies?"

"Well.... not really...."

They were excellent movies, after all. Aside from the scary parts, he could tell you enjoyed it overall.

"At least you're honest."

A few seconds later, Xavier starts to pepper kisses all over your neck and jaw.

"Do you still need a distraction? I can help you get your mind off of anything scary."

You let out a quiet moan as he softly pushed his hips against yours.

"Just focus on me."

From the moment he got on top of you, you forgot about everything — your silly scheme and the horror movies.

He'll admit that he had a mischievous intention upon his request.

He wanted to tease you. It was supposed to be you who gets flustered and needy, not him.

Yet, that's exactly the case right now.

Every rep had his legs shaking, but not for the right reasons.

He's sweating and breathing heavily, doing his best to keep his hands on your knees and not let it crawl elsewhere.

"Surely, you can't be tired already! You still have one more set! Caleb! Keep going, come on!"

Here you were, feigning innocence, clearly enjoying the fact that you're torturing him.

You know exactly what you're doing.

There's no way you haven't noticed his aching cock threatening to break free from his shorts. It's been twitching, standing, and leaking.

There's a visible stain on it, and it worsens at every thrust he makes.

"Just ten reps for this set, then you're done. Don't give up! You got this!"

Caleb lets out another slow, shaky exhale as he pushes his hips upwards once again. The tip of his cock brushes against the crotch of your yoga pants, and his stomach tightens at how good it feels.

A moan slips out between his lips, and his hands suddenly darts to your hips to squeeze them tightly as he slowly finds himself giving into his desires and losing his restraints.

He gives another thrust.

This time, it's packed with force that had you gasping and clinging onto his chest while your back arches slightly to keep yourself steady.

The following rep came a second later, just as rough as the previous one.

Then, another thrust.

And more followed, faster than you could count.

His hips moved on its own, up and down, while he throws his head back and closes his eyes, drowning at the euphoric feeling that's taken over his body.

He's so close.

Just a little more...

"Nggghhh,,,"

Despite finishing his set, Caleb continued to thrust upwards, letting his cock brush against your clothed core. Your pants have gotten stained, both from his own pre-cum leaking through his shorts, as well as your own excitement from all the friction.

"Caleb...!"

Your body bounces at his erratic movements, and your gasps are muffled by the sounds that your bodies would make every time they collide.

Sweat drips down from his forehead, his neck, and his chest while his vision gets clouded with lust. Caleb becomes lost in ecstasy as his grip on your hips tighten so you can stay in place right before slamming his hips upwards. Fast, hard thrusts came uncontrollably, forcing cries of pleasure out of your parted lips while your nails grazes his chest.

Then, his entire body stiffens and his thighs shakes.

He stutters out a series of low grunts while his shorts become damped from all the cum that his cock had suddenly spurted out.

Caleb takes a moment to catch his breath, resting the back of his head against the bench that his back was using for support for the exercise. He then lets out a humorless chuckle at how desperate and needy he had been, cumming without even entering you.

And that's exactly why he isn't satisfied just yet.

"I still have one more set to go." He mutters under his breath as he slowly crawled up to where you were resting on the matted floor of your gym room. "You're still willing to help me out, aren't you?"

Your thighs clench at the way he sounded just now, as he looks at you with a darkened gaze.

So hungry.

One nod was all he needed before Caleb pounces on you and brings you to sit on his lap. He captures your hands and uses only one of his to keep them above your head, while his other hand slowly caresses your figure, appreciating its softness before finding its way to his shorts. He tugs on its waistband before pulling it down to free his cock. Despite his release not too long ago, his excitement remains.

Caleb rubs his cock between your thighs, wiping his sticky essence against your pants, right before stripping your legs bare with a couple of swift movements.

He doesn't waste a precious second, immediately going after what he craves.

His fingers teases you for a moment, enjoying how easily he could slide them in and out of you due to how wet you've gotten just for him. His eyes fixated on your face, admiring the expressions you make as he fucks you with his fingers. He leans in to press his lips against yours and let his tongue slip inside your mouth, then he swallows in all the noise that you made as his cock goes inside you.

Like always, Caleb takes a second to make sure that you're okay.

No rejection, hesitation, or pain.

You eagerly embrace his hips with your thighs to pull him close and encourage him to continue, and so he does.

Caleb places his hands on your hips and starts thrusting up at a fast pace right away. He groans against your neck as he feels you tighten around him, causing him to push himself even deeper into you, hitting you from all the right angles.

Your fingers lock onto his hair, tugging on his strands while he bounces you up and down his cock.

Even though his body is sore from all the exercises he had done, Caleb finds himself struggling to slow down, desperate to feel every inch of your body against his. You feel so good. So tight, so soft, and so warm. He was addicted to it.

No matter how tired he may be, you will always get him going, in every way possible.

Every part of him.

"Caleb, I'm — ""

"Me too...!"

After pounding into you a few more times, you reached your orgasm and let your juices stain his cock, which had pulled out of you just seconds later right before coming for the second time.

The two of you stayed in that position as you rested for a moment. His arms embraced your figure, hands softly running down your arms.

Caleb then starts to feel his lower body aching with soreness.

This time, it's from all the exercises he had done.

Despite the... distractions..., the work out session had been a success.

"That was a very effective way to work out, wasn't it?" Caleb asks you with a teasing grin. "You were a pretty good... motivation. I think I've definitely broken my PR and I'm much stronger now."

You laughed and punched his chest playfully. "Hmm, I don't know... That last set was kinda....."

"You're right, actually." Caleb murmurs in agreement. "I had an awful form in the last set. I think... we should do it again just so I could get it right. You're still down to be my weight, right?"

You had him underneath you while you bounced on his cock, lips parted apart and half-lidded eyes darkened with lust. You were taking every inch of him. So tight and so warm. He could still remember perfectly well how it felt to be deep inside you.

A quiet curse under his breath followed the grunt he let out as his cock twitched yet again, leaving a wet stain just behind the zipper of his pants.

His left hand darted between his legs to palm himself in the same pace that your hips would drop down to swallow him up. His breath grew heavy as your movements picked up and his own, shameless moans became louder, synchronizing with the sounds of your bodies crashing together.

Sylus didn't care about the volume of the video.

He's at the hideout alone, and that surveillance footage will not be seen by anyone else except for the ones featured in it.

He let it play loudly and in full screen, wanting to get every single detail he can get to relive that night.

The clothes you've worn were on the floor not too far from the couch. It's a dress he had gotten you for a date where you had teased him so badly that he ended up pouncing on you as soon as you made it back at that house.

He had you pinned against the door, and you were just as eager in wrapping your legs around his hips and leaving lipstick stains all over him.

As much as he loved how you look in that dress, he couldn't stop himself from stripping it off you within seconds.

He had brought you over to the couch and knelt in front of you, right between your legs, to let you know how much he was starving for you. Then, you wasted no time taking control by pushing him down and riding him all night long.

Soon enough, the video comes to an end.

After the two of you reached your climax, he had picked you up and brought you to the bathroom so that the two of you could shower together before going to sleep.

Of course, you two fucked in the shower too, but the camera only recorded what occurred in the living room.

Although, at this moment, Sylus almost wished that there was a video of the two of you in the bathroom, too. And in the bedroom. Seeing the two of you like that had ignited something in him.

He needed to relive those memories again.

He needed to feel you again.

Here.

Right now.

And so, Sylus reached for his phone.

"H—"

"Got any plans, kitten?"

"Huh? No, why?"

"Come to the address that I sent you."

"Wha— Sylus...?" You paused as you took notice of his raspy, low voice, and the subtle but detectable heavy breaths he gave in between his words. "Are you okay?"

"Fine, sweetie." He takes another deep breath as he feels his cock aching and growing just from the sound of your voice.

If only he were to reach a hand down in his pants... A stroke or two might just make him fall apart.

But he'll have to behave.

"I just... need you."

"Oh... kay... I'll be there soon."

As soon as you ended the call, Sylus' eyes returned to the computer screen.

He slowly presses the replay button to rewatch the video all over again.

It'll be for the third time now.

Sylus will keep his hands to himself.

He'll wait for you.

He'll only cum once he's been in you, just like in the video.

The words fell out of your mouth without your brain actually processing them. In fact, you didn't even realize what you just said until you got a response a minute later.

"Well? I'm waiting, kitten."

You blinked and looked away from the ceiling to face your lover, only to find him smirking at you with a raised brow.

"Or do you want me to make the first move?"

"Wait—" You replayed your own words in your head. "I was just joking!" Then you quickly added, "And even if I wasn't, it wouldn't be right now at this very second! Focus on making dinner!"

Sylus chuckles and suddenly picks you up to sit you on an empty spot by the counter table. "But how am I supposed to focus now that you've offered me something even more tempting?"

He nuzzles his face against yours, making sure his lips hover closely against yours.

"I didn't offer you anything."

Despite your own words, you gave him a soft kiss and rested your hands on his shoulders to keep him close.

Sylus quickly deepens the kiss, keeping one hand on your hip and the other caressing your right thigh while he positions himself between your legs.

You instantly forgot about everything as he drowns you with passionate kisses that had you gasping for air.

That's why, when Sylus pulled away, confusion took over your eyes and he couldn't help but grin smugly at your love-drunk and flustered state.

"Dinner's ready, sweetie. We'll continue later."

- zayne -

He wouldn't look away from his laptop's screen no matter how hard you try. Tonight, Zayne is locked in with his work. Extra focused.

"Wanna makeout?"

The sounds of his fingers punching the keyboard as he types up a report overpowers the sound of your voice as you say random things to capture his attention.

Or at least, you thought he couldn't hear you.

Just as you started to leave his home office to get him something to drink, Zayne stopped typing. He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves, then he looked at you expectantly.

"Okay."

"Wait what?"

You took a second to replay the last sentence you said, then you laughed and shook your head.

"Oh, I was just joking!" You waved your hand dismissively as you started to walk out of the room. "I'm just going to get you something to drink. You can keep working—"

Zayne caught you by one of the belt loops of your pants to stop you from leaving. "I've already paused and saved my work to finish for later."

Before you know it, you found yourself sitting on his lap.

"You really don't have to—"

Zayne stops you from talking by sealing your lips with his.

"You were so kind in offering me something sweet, I'd hate to let it go to waste."

- caleb -

You're lying sideways on your living room couch, watching Caleb assemble a new shelf that you've purchased just yesterday.

He insisted that he builds the shelf for you while you relax, since you've been exhausted from working a lot lately.

On one hand, watching Caleb, all sweaty in his muscle shirt, is always fun. You'll never complain about that, ever. That's why everytime you need to assemble anything, you call him.

On the other hand, putting the shelf together is taking up way too much time. You'd much rather be doing something else.

"Caleb, I'm bored. Wanna makeout?"

The pieces of wood that he was just about to attach to the rest of the shelf were suddenly dropped back down to the floor.

"Yes."

Your eyes widen as he knelt in front of you, looking like a puppy wagging his invisible tail.

"Pffft— I was just joking, dummy~"

"...Oh." If he had dog ears, they'd be drooping just like how his face had fallen with disappointment.

You couldn't resist his charms.

"Fine, maybe you can have one kiss. Just one though."

"Yes ma'am."

You leaned in to press your lips on his, not realizing you fell in his trap.

Once he deepened the kiss, you're unable to pull away as he continues to chase after your lips. One hand rests on your waist, and the other gently traces your jaw, fingers softly brushing against your skin while keeping you in place, preventing you from moving away from him.

"Caleb...!"

His name was muffled by his own mouth against yours.

You can't stop yourself from kissing back just as deeply, enjoying the way his lips grazes against yours, and the way his tongue collides with your own. His heavy breaths are igniting your entire body.

"It's just one kiss if we don't separate, right?"

- rafayel -

On the sofa, Rafayel is taking a break from work by resting his head on your lap while scrolling through his phone.

You're combing your fingers through his soft hair, admiring his face, which had specs of purple and pink paint on the sides.

Does he know how pretty he is?

"Rafayel, wanna makeout?"

You watched as his eyes slowly leave the screen of his phone to narrow his gaze at you suspiciously.

"....Why?"

"What do you mean why?" You suppressed a chuckle. "Is it so wrong to want to kiss my pretty boyfriend?"

His cheeks turn pink at your words, though he does his best to remain on guard. "No, but like.... what's the catch?"

"Why does there have to be a catch?"

"Because! Why did you ask so suddenly?" He sat up and points a finger at you accusingly. "Are you planning something evil? You are, aren't you! I'm on to you, Miss Bodyguard! I'll never fall for your tricks!"

"Alright, you got me." You scoff. "No kisses for you then. I'm gonna go out—"

"Noooo wait!" Rafayel was quick to crawl on top of you before you could get up from the sofa. "Actually, I don't care what evil schemes you have. It's my problem later. Give me the kisses!"

You were unable to stop yourself from bursting into giggles as Rafayel started to pepper you with kisses.

- xavier -

You and Xavier are patrolling at an empty building where enemies were spotted two days ago. Since you've pretty much cleared the place, the only thing left to do is wait for Jenna's call so you two can leave and meet up with the other hunters at another location.

At the moment, Xavier is leaning against a wall, eyes slowly closing as he's on the verge of falling asleep.

He's not the only one that feels sleepy.

There really is nothing to do. There's nothing fun or interesting around, just a bunch of old relics and invaluable abandoned items scattered all over the area.

"Xavier..."

You stood in front of him and softly brushed his right cheek with your knuckles.

He didn't move an inch nor opened his eyes that are now fully closed.

He might've actually fallen asleep even while standing up. This is Xavier, after all. He can fall asleep anywhere at anytime.

"Hey, Xavier."

No response.

"You awake?"

He already looks so relaxed. He's probably already out.

"Xavier, wanna makeout?"

In the blink of an eye, you were pinned against the wall and Xavier is right in front of you, eyes wide open, with arms at your side to prevent you from escaping.

"Yeah."

You stared at him for a moment before laughing. "I thought you were sleeping."

Xavier wasn't in a laughing mood. "I wanna makeout."

Your face heats up as he leans in towards you, dilated pupils fixated on your lips. "O—Oh, right now...? I was just joking earlier—"

"Yes, right now."

"Okay."

Fast forward to some time later, you and Xavier ended up arriving late for the team meetup.

Andrew dared to ask why Xavier's hair looked quite disheveled today when it's usually in perfect condition any other day.

He hated the silence.

Knowing you're under the same roof and yet you're deliberately ignoring him... he'd much rather have you screaming at him.

Sylus remained at his working station to continue modifying a weapon that he'd recently purchased; however, his distracted state prevented him from making progress.

The face you made before walking away from him keeps haunting him.

The disappointment in your eyes made his chest unbearably tight.

He tried to push the uncomfortable feeling away, telling himself that his response to you is for the best, but it didn't work at all.

It was difficult to concentrate on anything else.

He wondered what you were up to.

What if you decide to leave because you can't stand to be near him?

Just imagining you rush out of the house while angry caused Sylus' hands to become unsteady and accidentally crossed some wires that weren't supposed to touch.

And so, the weapon sparked and caught on fire.

"...great."

He decided to move on to boxing, hoping to release some anger — not at you, but for his enemies that he'll be seeing for the upcoming mission. If they weren't so... filthy and gruesome, he wouldn't have to worry about keeping you away from them.

After two minutes of hitting the punching bag, Sylus' eyes started to repeatedly glance towards the entrance of the gym, checking to see if a certain someone would walk in for their weekly boxing lessons.

Your boxing gloves are in the usual place, untouched. He recalled the day when you two bought it while shopping: you were so excited about using it, you woke him up early just so you could start boxing while wearing them.

But now, you won't even step in the gym because he made you upset.

Suddenly, Sylus was no longer in the mood to box.

You didn't join him for dinner.

He wasn't surprised, though he felt another pang at his chest when he sat down on the empty dinning table.

He learned from Luke and Kieran that you had already eaten a little earlier while ranting to Mephisto, who was your only companion for supper.

The crow gave him a questioning look as he flew by and parched on the empty chair next to him, where you usually sit.

"I know. I'm working on it."

Sylus went to his bedroom, hoping that you don't run away and that you hear him out.

But when he opened the door, a cold breeze hit him along with a lonely feeling. The room is empty, and you're nowhere to be found.

He knew you're still somewhere in the house; otherwise, Mephisto would've told him already that you'd left. You staying means he's not totally screwed — not yet, at least.

The only other place he thought to check is the room where you used to sleep in, before your relationship became official.

And sure enough, after calming down his nervous, hitched breath, Sylus knocked on the door.

No response, but the room is unlocked.

He dared to take a peak inside and immediately softened at the sight of you sleeping on the bed. His feet acted before his mind and walked up towards your side.

He sat down on the mattress and his eyes slowly traced the ravishing features of your face that he missed, despite the argument being only just several hours ago.

He yearned to touch you, just for a second, to feel your warmth and softness. His right hand carefully reached towards your face, knuckles aiming to brush against your cheek.

But then, you opened your eyes.

Sylus froze for a moment, waiting for you to tell him to leave and stay away from him, but instead, you just blinked at him with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

"What are you doing?"

"...caught me redhanded." he chuckles. "I was looking at you. Because you wouldn't let me do it while you were awake. Sorry to disturb your peaceful sleep."

You watched his hand that was about to touch your face slowly retract, and you wanted to grab it and embrace it.

"...who said I was sleeping peacefully?"

Sylus looks at you with confusion.

"It's hard for me to sleep whenever we have arguments." you murmured, sitting up slowly so you can look at him properly. "I wanted to see you, but..."

You were sulking all afternoon.

You grew tired of arguing with him and thought you'd eventually find the right words to tell him later on, once you've calmed down.

"Me too." Sylus slowly reached for your hand, almost afraid that you'd pull away, though he relaxed once you intertwined your fingers with his. "Let me tell you why I'm against you accompanying me for this mission."

He told you about the shady people he'll be visiting. They are nasty criminals who have done unforgivable things to people, and everything about them is just disgusting — physically and figuratively.

As much as he wanted your company and assistance, Sylus doesn't want them setting their filthy eyes on you. He doesn't want them to know about your existence at all.

Mostly, he doesn't want to waste your time and energy on people like them. He knows you're strong enough to be by his side and help him take them down, just as you have done a few times before, but he'd much rather keep you away from their dirty hands.

"I understand now." You tightened your grip on his hand. "And still.... I want to go with you."

Though his brows furrowed as a silent reply, he stayed quiet and allowed you to fully let out everything you want to say.

"I appreciate your concern for me, truly. But ever since the twins told me about them, that they're dangerous and full of dirty tricks, I can't help but worry.

You're strong and you definitely don't need me, but still... I asked to go with you because I want to support you, just like how you sometimes help me out with my missions."

Sylus was met with the familiar look of persistence and determination in your eyes and realized he was never going to win this argument.

You've always been stubborn.

But that's just one of the reasons why he's so infauted with you.

You win.

"I should have known better than to try to leave you out of something like this." he sighs in defeat, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.

You grinned at his tone. "It'll be fine. And fun — maybe. If not, then I'll suffer with you."

He clicked his tongue and poked your forehead. "Fine. But before we go, you have to prove to me that you're capable of fighting them."

"Hmm? Prove to you, how?"

"You'll have to join me in the boxing ring tomorrow, kitten."

You gasped and your eyes lit up. "My gloves! I've abandoned them! Let's go boxing right now!"

"...weren't you just about to sleep?"

"No way! I wanna hit something now! Come on!"

Sylus allowed himself to be dragged out of the room and brought back to the gym, where the boxing ring awaits.

Unlike earlier, the gym appears to be warmer and much more lively.

At last, Sylus can breathe easily.

zayne

Getting scolded by your lover was not how you were expecting your trip to the hospital to go.

He never raised his voice, but the coldness in his tone was what struck you in the chest.

He reprimanded you for being too reckless and careless at work, stating that you need to pay more attention to your surroundings and not throw yourself in danger at any chance you get.

Maybe you caught him in a bad mood, or maybe he was fed up with all the times that he has to see you with injuries. Either way, you didn't feel like being around him for a while.

Later that night, you fell asleep earlier than usual and missed a call from Zayne. You knew you probably should've called him back once you woke up in the morning, but the memory of him scolding you like a child made you throw your phone aside and momentarily avoid him.

Zayne is wide awake and his eyes are glued to the screen of his phone.

For once, he doesn't have work to keep him up late at night. Instead, you're the reason why he's unable to sleep.

You haven't been returning his texts and calls.

He knew you're upset because of what he did at the hospital. He shouldn't have spoken to you like that. You were already hurt. The last thing you needed was for him to give you a lecture over something you don't have much control over.

Zayne wanted to apologize to you.

He considered going to your apartment so he can properly give his sincere apology, but with the way you've been deflecting his attempts to communicate, he figured you wanted some space from him.

It's understandable that you'd feel that way, but still, Zayne can't ignore the aching in his chest. The other side of the bed feels colder than usual, and the silence of his house was uncomfortable.

You should've been next to him, resting your head on his chest while showing him funny memes and videos of cats after playing silly games on your phone, then you'd randomly come across an interesting article that would be your discussion until the two of you fall asleep.

This time, all he can do is keep checking his phone, just in case you decide to text or call him, and he'd answer in a heartbeat.

He wanted to hear your voice just so knows that everything is going to be okay, and that he doesn't need to worry about the possibility of losing you. Unfortunately, he wasn't granted that wish.

He eventually fell asleep with his phone on hand resting on the empty side of the bed.

Zayne was right.

You really are careless.

Showing up at the hospital twice in a week, just two days after your previous visit, is embarrassing at this point. You admit that your mind wasn't as awake and alert as it should've been, and so you've landed yourself another injury while fighting a Wanderer.

You did your best to hide from Zayne.

In fact, you tried going to a different hospital but Tara dropped you off here and fled instantly, so you have no choice but to go in with your slightly injured shoulder.

It just so happens that Doctor Greyson was the one that treated you, as he was the only one currently available.

You thought you'd be able to leave without seeing Zayne at all, but Greyson was unaware of your current situation so he informed him that he just finished fixing you up and you should be free to leave now.

Zayne just finished a long surgery, but once Greyson passed such valuable information to him, he rushed to your assigned room.

He caught you just as you were about to step out.

"Ah!" You put a hand over your racing heart. "You scared me!"

"Sorry." Zayne paused for a moment. "May I ask you to join me in my office?"

Your stomach shifted anxiously. "Sure..." The walk to the location was filled with nothing but awkward silence, which hurt to think about because it's Zayne.

That's the man whom you love more than anything else.

The last thing you want with him is an uncomfortable silence.

At the very least, you were able to gather your courage to own up to your mistakes.

Once he closed the door...

"I'm sorry!"

Zayne was caught off-guard.

"What?"

"You're right. I've been careless lately." Your shoulders sagged as you accepted defeat. "Like my injury today could've been avoided if only I was a little more cautious. I really do need to work on it better. I'm sorry for ignoring your texts and calls. I know you're just looking out for me."

Zayne let out a breath of relief.

He failed to stop himself from pulling you into his arms, so tight that you let out a gasp, though you didn't complain so he didn't release you just yet.

He desperately needed to hold you.

He was afraid that you might not want to see him anymore because of the way he had spoken to you, but it seems he'd gotten a chance to correct himself.

"I'm sorry for talking to you so coldy." He backed away just a small distance so he could look you in the eyes, though his hands remained locked on your elbows. "There are much better ways to express my concerns for you. I won't make the same mistake again. But also..."

He took your left hand and kissed the back of it. "Please don't ever try to hide your injuries from me whenever you do get hurt."

"Ah...." you wondered how he found out you were trying to hide from him today. "Sorry. I won't."

Zayne smiled and kissed your forehead.

"I'll accept your apology, on one condition...."

"What?"

"You have to spend the night and the whole weekend with me now. To make up for the times when you weren't by my side."

caleb

"I did it to protect you."

"And now, the fleet has all the access to the information that I was supposed to get. But yes. I was so fortunate that The Colonel came to my rescue. Thanks."

Caleb sighs as you shut the door and locked yourself in your own room of his house in Safehaven.

It's true that he interfered with your mission and you failed to do what you were sent for, but the man you were interrogating was equipped with a weapon that could've left you permamently injured.

What was he supposed to do?

He wasn't going to just watch and wait for you to get hurt.

The man just happened to be a common enemy of the fleet and the hunters association, and it seems that you've crossed paths for a race on whoever could capture him first.

While you technically reached him first, Caleb was the one that took him away and had him in captive with the fleet.

He figured he could just find that man and get the information you need, though it seems your mission was time sensitive and you were supposed to report to the association by tonight.

While he feels bad about you failing to accomplish your mission, he doesn't regret barging in to stop the enemy from hurting you.

His priority has always been you and it will always be you.

Everything that he's ever done is to protect you, even if you're against it. That's why this isn't the first time you've fought.

Ever since you were younger, you'd sometimes get mad at him for doing something that was intended to keep you out of harm's way.

It's nothing new.

Still, no matter how many times it happens, Caleb will always hate the feeling of you being upset with him.

He especially cannot stand it when you pretend he doesn't exist. He'd rather you hit him as hard as you can than act as if you don't see him. Otherwise, what other purpose does he have, if not to provide for you and be by your side?

Caleb made dinner for two, but he's the only one in the dinning room, sitting across an empty chair. It's dead silent aside from the noise of the flying vehicles roaming around outside his house.

He already put food in your plate and filled you a glass of juice, just in case you give in to his attempt to lure you out with the delicious smell of tonight's meal.

Caleb took his time eating. He had sent you texts, with lots of stickers, telling you that dinner is ready and that you can come out of your room now, though not a single message had gotten a reply.

His eyes would constantly dart to your closed door, hoping that it would open and you'd stubbornly come out with a pout on your face, just like what you always do ever since you were little.

He wasn't so lucky tonight.

But that doesn't mean he'll let you starve. You can be mad at him, but at the very least, be angry with a full stomach.

Caleb picked up your plate and drink and set it down on the floor right outside your room.

"Pip-squeak." He knocked a couple of times. "It's fine if you don't want to see me. You don't have to forgive me, but please eat something before you sleep. I'll leave the food outside the door."

He paused for a moment, as an apology almost slipped out of his tongue, though he wants to do it properly when you're face-to-face, so he will wait for a better time.

"Goodnight."

Afterwards, Caleb took a long bath before going to bed. You two had plans to watch movies tonight after your mission, but that was definitely not going to happen now. He had no idea things would end like how it did, and now he's staring at a wall feeling empty.

Around midnight, you quietly stepped out of your room. You brought the dirty, empty dishes back in the kitchen so you can wash them and return them in the storage.

Five steps in the dark kitchen and you almost drop the fragile items on your hands.

There's something lurking in the shadows.

"Ah!"

Your right hand swung up to hit the figure that started to walk towards you, ready to hit them with the plate.

The object was caught easily and snatched right out off your fingers. The light switch clicked and soon your eyes had been greeted by bright white light.

And you learned that the figure that had been bathing in darkness is none other than Caleb, who looked just as freaked out as you.

"Why are you still awake?!" you screeched, putting a hand over your pounding heart. "Why are you out here just standing in the dark like some demon?!"

"I wasn't standing in darkness. I was sitting." he huffs, putting the plate on the counter table. "And I should be asking you the same thing, Pip-squeak. Why are you awake?!"

His eyes suddenly widened and his shoulders stiffened.

"You're...not gonna leave, are you?"

He looked like a sad, kicked puppy that made you feel like a super villain.

"No, I'm not leaving." you replied softly, taking a step closer to him after setting down the empty glass of juice on the counter table. "I was just going to wash these... dinner was delicious.... by the way..."

Caleb let out a sigh of relief before a smile came to his face. "I'm glad you liked it. If you still have room in your stomach, wanna go for dessert? I still have some of the ice cream that you bought last time."

Your eyes lit up at the mention of the sweet dessert. "Yes!"

As the two of you enjoyed the ice cream, Caleb took the opportunity to talk about what happened.

"I'll admit that I don't regret interferring with your work to save you from getting hurt." he started slowly, watching you just in case your mood flips again. "But I am sorry for getting you in trouble."

You shook your head. "I'm over it now, but... you have to remember that I'm also capable of dealing with dangerous guys. I may get hurt, but it's part of my job. You don't have to jump out and save me every time, even though I appreciate it and you, every time."

Caleb sighs, recalling you repeating similar words to him before.

He really does jump out of nowhere to save you a lot — in fact, anytime he can, he does it.

"You're right. I know you've gotten strong, Pip-squeak." he grinned, patting your head. "I'll be sure to remember it. But also, you have to remember... worrying about you is part of my job. That'll never change, even if you become the greatest superhero of the deepspace."

"Heh."

You can't help but laugh because it's true.

That is just how Caleb is.

And it's one of the things that you love about him, despite all the times he pissed you off by being over protective.

"If I become the greatest superhero of Deepspace, will you bring me more ice cream?"

Caleb laughs at your empty bowl. "All you have to do is ask and I shall obey, Pip-squeak."

Once drowsiness finally hit you, you returned to bed and this time, Caleb made sure to cling to you the entire time.

rafayel

You'd been extremely busy for almost two weeks because of a big, intricate mission. It left you very little time to rest, and absolutely no time to go out with your lover.

But once you finally got some freedom, the first thing you did was give him a call, asking him out for lunch.

"It's okay, Miss Bodyguard. You don't have to see me if you don't want to. I know you've been really busy to make any time for me."

Maybe he was just joking or being dramatic as usual, but something about his tone rubbed you the wrong way.

"Okay then. Bye."

The moment the call ended, Rafayel wanted to throw his phone at the wall.

Why did he say that?

He'll admit that he has been sulking, disappointed that he hasn't seen you for days; however, he knows it's not your fault. You're just doing your job, after all.

His mood hasn't been the best lately, and he ended up saying the wrong thing to you. Now, he scared you away from him even more.

He wanted to see you and apologize, but you sounded quite mad and he's certain you don't want to see him at the moment, so it's probably best to leave you alone for now.

Thomas entered the studio and almost tripped over a paintbrush on the floor. The place is even messier than before.

He found Rafayel lying on the couch, wide wake and staring at the ceiling.

"Your studio's getting way too messy. Maybe you should clean up a little."

"It's fine. No one's going to come over anyways."

Thomas was quick to notice his dispirited tone. Rafayel already seemed lonely last week, but this time his mood seems worse.

Another proof of that is the lack of progress on the paintings.

"You haven't started anything new yet?"

"I haven't had any inspiration."

The one hint that Thomas got about what was bringing Rafayel down is the yellow bird plushie right next to him, who he may or may not have been talking to.

"So, it's your Miss Hunter, isn't it?"

It's happened a couple of times before. You two have gotten into arguments before and it usually ends in the same way, with Rafayel sulking like this. This time, it might've lasted longer than usual.

"I don't know what happened, but I suggest seeing her and talking it out."

"I know that. But if she doesn't want to see me.... what if she starts screaming and hitting me when I'm there?"

Or worse, you tell him you hate him.

His stomach tightened with discomfort just by thinking about it.

Thomas chuckles lightly. "So what? You can take it, can't you? Then again, she is a hunter.... and she could kill you...."

Rafayel frowned and froze for a moment.

Then, he suddenly rolls over and drops to the floor before jumping to his feet. "Thomas, you're a genius!" he exclaims, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him vigorously. "I don't care if she stabs me with her sword! I'd survive. but... if I go on another day withour seeing her, I might actually die for real..."

"Hh — sure, I guess..."

"I'm gonna go see her now!"

Thomas watched as he started to scramble and sprint out of the room. "Wait, you should clean up first before — "

"Ow! Who put this paint brush here?!"

You opened the door and Rafayel immediately shields his face with his hands, as if to protect himself from you.

"....I don't know what's going on but I'm a little offended."

You wanted to laugh but you reminded yourself that you're still mad at him.

Or at least, you were.

The moment Rafayel showed up at your doorstep, all you want to do is hug him.

"If you're gonna stab me, do it quickly but at least wait until I say sorry first so it doesn't sound like I'm using my last, dying breath to make it up to you. I mean, I would do that too if I must, but I'd prefer if I don't sound pathetic and gross."

"...what?"

Rafayel pulled himself together and held both of your hands.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I promise I didn't mean it at all. I just missed you a lot and... I.... I might've been...a little grumpy because of it... but I still shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm really sorry."

You softened and held his hands tighter. "I'm sorry too, for snapping so fast and running away. I also wasn't in the best mood."

Rafayel didn't waste another second before pulling you into his arms.

"Let's not do that again. It's stupid and silly and boring."

"Agreed."

He buried his face against your neck and held you tighter for a little longer while your fingers brush his hair from the back.

Rafayel took a moment to feel your warmth.

You're here, right in front of him, after days that felt like months.

Letting you go will be extremely difficult.

"Miss Bodyguard...."

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna come to my house? Reddie misses you...

"Just Reddie?"

"...well, I missed you way more, but you can spare him five minutes of attention. But that's it. The rest of your time is mine."

xavier

For your latest mission, Jenna paired you up with a new hunter that just joined your team. She said she wanted him to learn from you, so he became your temporary partner.

Xavier wasn't quite happy with the captain's decision.

Jenna never said he couldn't join you, right? The new guy can keep following you, but that doesn't mean he has to be alone with you.

Fast forward to the end of the mission, Xavier had been so focused on making sure the new guy keeps a fair distance from you, and the newbie almost got hurt.

You took responsibility and jumped in at the very last moment to save him, leaving you with a minor scratch on your left arm. Nonetheless, the mission was a success.

You confronted Xavier afterwards. You didn't care at all about the scratch, but you were more concerned with him letting his jealousy get in the way of the mission.

Captain Jenna scolded him about not following orders. Although she never specified that he couldn't join you, he still messed with the plan that the team discussed early on. Luckily, he's not deeply in trouble: he'd only been warned not to do it again.

You mostly repeated what Jenna said, but you also told Xavier that he shouldn't have gone out of his way to physically keep your temporary partner away from you, and that you wished he trusted you a little more, especially in a professional environment.

Xavier was unable to come up with a response and like always, whenever he's jealous, dark clouds appeared all around him as he sulks.

You didn't feel like cradling him at the moment, mostly because you felt tired from the mission, and you needed to cool your ahead after all that happened.

You went straight to your apartment after work. Soon after taking a shower, you landed on your bed and welcomed a nap.

Xavier anxiously paces back and forth in his apartment.

He knows you're sleeping because of the fitness watch app that you both use. He decided that he'll wait until you wake up before apologizing, so at the mean time, he's practicing in his head what he'll be saying to you.

You two rarely have arguments because he'd learned to be more straightforward with his thoughts and feelings, but when jealousy comes into play, he still struggles to contain himself. He's working on it, but he's having quite a slow progress.

He'll admit that he might have gone a little overboard today, and he hated that his actions led to you getting hurt, even if it's just a scratch. If only he hadn't gotten in the way.

"...I'm going now."

Unable to wait any longer, Xavier teleports out of his apartment and appears on your balcony — it's become a habit of his.

He found you sleeping on the couch of your living room.

Xavier walked up to you quietly and covered your body with the throw bunched up by your feet. He knelt down on the carpeted floor and admired your features.

He knew he shouldn't get jealous so easily, but how could he not?

He's so deeply in love with you, he can't help but act irrationally sometimes.

But even more, he despises whenever you're upset with him and because of him, so he knows he can't keep behaving drastically all the time whenever another person who shows an ounce of admiration for you comes around.

"You smell like burnt cookies."

Xavier snapped out of his thoughts only to realize that you had woken up.

He took a whiff of his white hoodie and confirmed your observation. "I tried to make you some cookies to make up for earlier but I got distracted and forgot about them...."

And by distracted, he means pacing back and forth across the kitchen while writing his apology speech in his head.

"Pfftt.."

Xavier scratched the back of his head while you laughed loudly. His eyes lit up at the sight of your joy on your face.

"I'm sorry about your cookies." he sighs. "And I'm sorry for acting the way I did earlier. I promise I'll... try not to get jealous..."

You laughed again, this time softer as you leaned forward to brush his hair with your fingers. "The truth is, I don't mind that you get jealous sometimes. Even I get jealous too."

"Really?"

"Really."

He never notices you secretly being bitter whenever someone is clearly attracted to him, though you never act out on your jealousy because he always reassures you that he only has eyes for you.

"It's normal to get jealous." you told him. "But next time.... just make sure not to step out of line and get yourself or anyone innocent in trouble."

Xavier nodded and kissed the palm of your hand that had been combing his hair. "I promise I'll be more responsible from now on."

You smiled and pecked his nose.

"The smell of cookies really got me. Wanna try again? I'll help you this time."

"I'd like that. But first...." he rested his face onto your lap. "Can we just stay like this for a little while? I think I need to recharge."

In response, he kisses you harder before wrapping his arms around your back, then pushing you forward and pinning you down with his heavy weight.

Of course, since it's Caleb, it only feels like a soft, warm, giant teddy bear on top of you. It's always comforting. There are plenty of times when Caleb would just lie on top of you, just to be cuddled, and you'll always welcome him.

Like always, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and your fingers combed through his hair.

He takes a moment to latch his mouth onto your neck and suck on your skin to get some more pretty noises out of you, but you muffle all your cries by sinking your teeth on the spot between his neck and left shoulder.

Surprised, Caleb pulls back from your neck to let out a grunt. He then grinds his hips hard against yours while his eyelids lower to partly cover his darkened, lust-filled gaze— not that you could see it, as the lack of light in the tent makes it impossible to see anything.

You don't even realize that Caleb is looking at you as if he's about to devour you.

That's why, when he parted your legs and started to rut into you, even with your clothes in the way, you failed to suppress your groans, overwhelmed with the euphoric sensation caused by the friction between your bodies.

Using one hand, Caleb was quick to cover your mouth to prevent any people nearby to hear the noises meant only for his ears, yet he doesn't stop thrusting his hips.

He couldn't.

You feel so, so good.

There's no way he'd stop now. His body is moving on its own, going after what it craves the most. He could feel his pants becoming painfully tight and wet with pre-cum.

He needed more.

"Can I.... please...."

His hot breath against your ear as he pleads quietly for you causes your insides to clench with arousal.

You gave a silent response of approval by lowering your hands down to his pants to undo its button and zipper, then pushing it down to encourage him to remove it. You then got rid of your shorts soon after.

Caleb quickly catches on and kicks his pants off him, then he immediately returns to humping you as if he's in heat. Too eager to rub his cock against your damped panty, he'd momentarily forgotten about his boxers that's restraining his twitching shaft.

"So...goood...."

His boxers didn't stay for long as it became uncomfortably wet, and so he finally discards it. Then, Caleb lightly presses the tip of his cock against your underwear, right where your soaked hole is being hidden.

"Caleb...!"

"Sshhh..." He drops a tender kiss on your lips. "Not so loud."

But he ignores his own words once he's inside you.

He started off slowly, being careful in not making any suspicious noises that would attract attention.

You did your best to keep your moans as quiet gasps that could be muffled by the natural noises of nature all around you.

Caleb, however, couldn't do much about the sound of his hips crashing against yours as he pounds into you once he's lost control of his pace, and placing his mouth on your breasts didn't do a good at suppressing his groans.

Had you been on a bed, it would have been creaking loudly, just like how it does back in your place and his.

Luckily, the tent's floor, even though it's not as comfortable, spares you from any unnecessary noises— more than the ones that your bodies are making, anyway.

Trying to keep quiet had reached its hardest level as you feel yourself reaching your climax. Your toes curled and your nails sank on Caleb's back as he goes even harder and deeper, shaking your entire body at each thrust.

Being quiet was no longer in his mind.

All he was focused on was chasing after his high. He needed to cum now, and inside of you. Every drop of it in you.

His parted lips calls out your name in the middle of his deep moans, and then his cock shoots out his essence as it was in the deepest part of your womb. Caleb's body stiffens and his weight becomes heavier for just a second while his muscles relaxes.

Your own release came around the same moment, though everything that squirted out of you had been partly blocked by his cock that remained inside you.

The two of you are breathing heavily as your hearts pound in the same beat. Drops of sweat clung to your skins, and the tent's air had gotten quite...lewd.

"You're awful at being quiet."

Your brows furrowed at his playful comment. "Me?! You're the one who—" His lips interrupts you from finishing your sentence. "Caleb, you dumm—"

"So loud, sheesh. Others are going to hear you."

Just for fun, one of your hand traveled to his cock, which was still sensitive. One tight stroke and a loud gasp falls out of his lips.

"Who's the loud one again?"

Your smirk was shortlived as Caleb's fingers danced their way between your thighs.

You're sitting on the driver's seat of the car that you're using for work, and your partner tries his best to stay awake on the passenger seat beside you.

Tonight, you and Xavier have finally got a lead on the group of thieves that are specifically going after protocores and seliing them in the black market.

You managed to track down one of them, and now you're waiting for him to leave this hotel he walked into so that you can follow him to his hideout, where hopefully the rest of his comrades will be.

There's only one entrance and exit to this hotel, and the man's car is parked within your sight, so there's no way you'll miss him. But just in case, Simone has access to the cameras inside the building so she can ring you up if he escapes.

It's only been an hour and thirty minutes since he walked in the hotel, so you had a feeling you and Xavier might wait for a while.

You two have prepared yourselves for a long watch: Xavier bought a whole bunch of snacks to munch on.

At the moment, he's on the verge of falling asleep.

Not that you're surprised.

Looking at him with his eyed half-closed, you reached for his head so you could give him a headpat. However, his eyes suddenly opened as soon as your hand lightly grazed his cheek.

"Hmm?" His pupils dilate as he focuses on you. "Are you tired?"

You grinned. "Me? Nope. You can keep sleeping though, I don't mind at all. We might be here for some time."

He shook his head and yawns. "I don't want you to be the only one watching. I just need to stay awake, somehow."

You took a sip of your cold, caffeinated drink before offering it to him. "Drink some of this! It's pretty good and refreshing!"

He smiles and nods. "Great idea. Thanks."

Xavier takes the beverage from your hand, but he doesn't drink from it. Instead, he put it on a drink holder by his side, then he leaned in towards you and pulls you in for a surprise deep kiss.

His tongue slides against yours, tasting the drink that you had just taken, before pulling back to lick his lips.

"You're right. It's really good. I need more."

And then, he comes back in for more kisses and this time, he doesn't pull away for a long time. Xavier's hands are cupping your face, as if to keep you close to him, and his hot breath mixes with yours as he hums with satisfaction of your taste.

Before you know it, you're being carried over to the passenger seat and seated on Xavier's lap. You're facing him, and he had your knees on the sides of his hips, while his face is perfectly aligned with your chest.

You are wearing your hunter uniform and are covered in layers of clothing, but that doesn't stop Xavier from feeling you up.

He tugs on your waist to pull you close, then his lips find your neck. He guides you lower on his lap before his right hand goes from the back of your thigh to your ass.

His other hand takes your right and brings it to his knee, then slides it up to his thigh, and then to his crotch, silently asking you to palm him through his pants.

You grind yourself on his thighs while your right hand busies itself by stroking his hardening cock. Even with his boxers and pants in the way, Xavier couldn't help but moan loudly at how good you're making him feel.

" — need you..." Xavier mutters against your neck, face reddening and heating up as his heart races. Blood pools around his hips, which slowly starts to thrust up as you ride his thighs.

Xavier feels like he could come right then and there, just having you on him like that.

You just feel so, so, so good.

Just a little more...

"Oh! There he is!

"Wha — "

Xavier could barely register what was happening before you suddenly got off his lap and got back to the driver's seat.

You turned on the engine of the car and waited a couple of moments before following the silver car that just drove away.

At the end of the night, you two successfully captured all the protocore thieves with no problems.

And Xavier went home quite frustrated, almost falling asleep even with the cold shower on.

Xavier ended up looking over his friend's bookstore once again. It's only for a few of hours, but he finds himself quite bored and lonely, especially since there hasn't been any customers that had walked in so far.

Sure, he could read one of the books that he finds interesting, but Xavier decided to hit you up and invite you to keep him company instead.

You did mention wanting to buy a new book to read, anyways, so he might as well help you out in finding one this afternoon.

After doing some errands, you dropped by the bookstore and immediately vanished from his sight.

It turns out, you had several books that you wanted to check out, so Xavier lost you just within three minutes after your arrival.

He gave you some time to yourself as he ate the food that you'd brought to him. Afterwards, he joined you in the fantasy section of the store.

Since you were so lost in reading the third page of a book, you didn't notice Xavier coming up behind you and resting a hand on the shelf in front of you, trapping you between it and his body.

Xavier leaned down and nipped the shell of your ear, causing you to gasp with surprise.

"Xavier! You scared me!"

"What are you reading?"

As you began to ramble about the book on your hand, Xavier does his best to listen. Although, with how close you are, he found himself in a trance.

You smell divine, and the warmth radiating from your body.... he wants to feel more of it.

Xavier moved even closer to you and placed his other hand on the shelf in front of you so that there's no way for you to escape.

With your back against him, Xavier pressed himself against you.

Because the two of you haven't had the time to be physically intimate lately, Xavier's body yearns for you. He wanted to be next to you. He wanted to be on you. He wanted to be in you.

His left hand rested on your stomach, and his right went lower, to your hips, and then to your crotch, rubbing his the tips of his fingers against your clothed core.

"Xavier...."

"Hmm?"

"Someone.... might see...."

"No one's here. It's just me and you."

Your face burned as you let Xavier stick one hand inside your pants and trace your folds through your underwear before moving it aside to massage your clit.

You forced your mouth to remain shut as a moan threatened to come out. The last thing you want is to be seen and heard, and yet, you're unable to resist Xavier's fingers sliding in and out of you.

You could feel his stiffening cock pressing on your back as his hips push into you, and your insides clenches with need.

"Shall we take this to the back room?" Xavier whispers into your ear, hot breath hitching as he, too, struggles to remain collected.

"Yes — "

Not a second after your response, you started to hear several pairs of footsteps heading towards the entrance of the bookstore.

You spring away from Xavier as fast as you could and immediately straighten up your clothes, then you picked up the books that you'd momentarily forgotten about.

"Okay! I'm buying these books, thanks! Bye!"

Even though you're partners at work, there are times when you and Xavier would get put in different missions.

This time, Jenna made you lead a team to investigate a case in another city, while Xavier's skills are needed for a separate mission in a different location.

Your mission is estimated to last for at least a month, and Xavier's only took three days at most. And so, he finds himself lonely without you for the next couple of weeks.

The video calls and text messages are nice, but it only makes him want to be with you even more. Xavier knew he could easily just go to wherever you are, but it would certainly take a toll on his own body, and he's still needed on standby in Linkon, so he'll have to stay there and wait for you to return.

By the end of the second week, Xavier decided to drop by your apartment to look after your precious plants, especially after hearing your concern for them.

After watering them, your perfume has lured Xavier into your bedroom.

Clean and empty.

He sighs and lays down where you'd usually rest on, not liking how cold the sheets feel without you.

Flipping over to lie on his stomach, Xavier closed his eyes and breathed in the scent that never fails to put him at ease. You're not here, but he could almost feel you here.

He could imagine you lying there, underneath him, with your arms around his back and your thighs locked on his hips.

He pictures your pretty face smiling at him, then your eyelids would slowly close half-way and your lips would slightly part before letting out a gasp as his hands would carress the parts of your body that he knows are the most sensitive.

His ears recalled the sweet sounds you'd make for him, and his body suddenly feels ignited, fueled by the thoughts of you.

He imagined his hands tracing the curves of your body, his teeth leaving marks on your neck and chest, and his hips pressing down against yours, over and over and over.

Overcoming with arousal, Xavier starts to grind his hips against the mattress of the bed. In his head, you're there, legs wide open, ready to take him inside you.

Xavier lets out a shaky breath as he thrusted against the matress, making sure his cock feels the friction that you'd give him.

It's not the same. It doesn't feel as good as when he's fucking you.

But right now, at this moment, it'll have to do.

A wet stain had made itself visible in his sweatpants as Xavier continued to rut against the bedsheet that bears your scent.

He whispers out your name, almost as if he's hoping to summon you to appear in front of him, or under him. He wants you to tell him that you miss him, and that you need him just as much as he needs you. He wants you to tell him everything that you want him to do.

Whatever you want, he'll do it.

Just say the word, and he'll be on his knees for you.

"Nggnngg,,,"

Xavier's eyes roll back as his movements become erratic. The bed cries as his thrusts became harder, and suddenly, his sweatpants have gotten drenched with his orgasm.

Grunting, Xavier flips over and exhales heavily, letting the beads of sweat trail down to his neck and chest.

The release felt good, temporarily, but it's still not enough.

Xavier needs you.

And once he has you, he'll make sure you know how badly he craves for you.

Your team ended up wrapping up the mission two days earlier than planned. You all returned to the Linkon headquarter around four in the morning, when most people are asleep.

Naturally, Xavier is one of those people.

It's been a long mission and you missed him a lot, so the first thing you wanted to do upon your arrival home is to see your wonderful lover, even if it's just for a minute.

And so, with the spare key that Xavier had given you, you entered his apartment and quietly headed to his bedroom.

You couldn't help but crack a smile as soon as you see Bunbun on the pillow that you'd often use. Looks like the plushie has been keeping Xavier company while you were away.

Usually, Bunbun would be on your bed, which is why it usually smells just like the perfume you use.

'So cute...'

You stood next to Xavier and bent down slightly just so you could pat his head and peck his forehead.

You admired his peaceful, sleeping face for another minute, then you turned around and began to leave the room so you could get back to your own apartment.

But then, a hand catches your wrist and stops you from taking a step. Before you could turn your head, you were suddenly pulled into the bed.

"Wha — "

"Am I dreaming?"

Xavier asks quietly with husky voice, squinting his eyes at you.

You don't blame him for being in disbelief. After all, he expected you to come back in two days.

"Yes."

"In that case..."

Xavier shifts so that you're pinned under him.

"Since this is a dream, I can do whatever I want, right?"

Without giving you a chance to reply, Xavier's lips covers your own, giving you endless kisses that started off soft and lazy, and then gradually becomes a little more aggressive by the second.

Once he finally pulled away for the two of you to catch your breaths, both of your hands were brought above your head.

"What are you — "

You were unable to finish your sentence as you were met with Xavier's darkened eyes filled with lust.

"I won't let you get away this time."

With one hand gently but securely pressing your wrists down on the mattress, and another traveling from your left knee to your thigh, Xavier buries his face against your neck.

You feel his teeth capture your skin, bringing out a surprised gasp out of you.

In the speed of light, your pants have been discarded and your blouse has been unbuttoned, revealing your chest and your bra that's covering your breasts.

Xavier's clothes had come off too, leaving him only in his boxers, which already had a stain as his cock twitched and grows with the need to be inside you.

You pressed your thighs together as you feel yourself clenching and heating up at the thought of him taking you hungrily.

You need him, badly.

But you didn't have to ask for anything because Xavier already knows.

He knows you want him, just as much as he wants you.

One look into your eyes and he sees the desire that you have for him. He's more than familiar with that look, and he'll never get tired of it. He'll never take it for granted. He'll never take you for granted.

Everytime you two are separated, especially due to long missions, Xavier can't help but worry and feel lonely. He'd spent many years without you by his side. Only when you return to him is when Xavier feels at ease.

And everytime you come back to him after a long time, he never hesitates to make you feel just how much he misses you.

And how badly his body longs for you.

Xavier doesn't waste any time nor does he hold back on making sure every part of you is appreciated.

In no time, your lips are swollen from his passionate kisses, your neck and chest are covered in his marks, and your panty is soaked from the way his cock is rubbing against your pussy.

Xavier moans against your ear as he grinds himself against you. At last, he loses his last ounce of self-control and removes his boxers. Then, your panty is moved aside and he pushes himself into you, sharply.

You arched your back and groaned with pleasure, and Xavier repeats his action just so he could hear those sweet sounds again and again and again.

Your hands shook, pleading to feel Xavier's warm body, but he only tightened his grip on your wrists. Not enough to hurt you, but just strong enough to keep them pinned down.

"Just for tonight.... don't worry about me." Xavier grunts as his cock reaches the deepest part of you. "I just... want to make you... feel good..." He groans louder as your insided clench him tightly. "Please, let me...."

As a silent response, you raised your head and kissed him deeply.

Xavier starts to slide his cock in and out of you. He began slowly, just to make sure you're feeling comfortable, and then he quickly picks up the pace and his movements suddenly becomes rough.

Your entire body jolts at every thrust.

He feels so, so good that your moans couldn't be muted.

Your stomach feels full.

You can't help but slightly raise your hips, seeking after his warmth. Xavier used his one free hand to grasp your hips and keep you steady as he pounds into you, so hard that sweat started to drip on his body.

His own cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the room, joining the sounds of your bodies crashing against each other. The nightstand next to his bed screeches as it gets pushed aside while the headboard moves every time he drills his cock into you.

"Xavier, I'm — I'm close..."

After several rough thrusts, Xavier detaches himself from you.

One second later, his mouth is devouring your cunt and his tongue is massaging your clit, causing you to slip out a curse under your breath.

Once again, your hands twitched, wanting to reach down to hold his face and let your fingers comb through his hair, but Xavier kept you restrained as he eats you out.

And when you reached your climax, his tongue cleans you up perfectly. He closes his eyes and hums with satisfaction at your taste. He'd been craving for it for so long, and all the interruptions only made his thirst for you worse.

He won't be satisfied easily.

Not anytime soon.

Xavier brings his cock back into your pussy not too long after your orgasm, and he immediately picks up on the brutal pace he had earlier.

Overwhelmed with the euphoric feeling, your eyes roll back and your hips raised again. This time, Xavier couldn't resist holding your hips with two hands, freeing yours just so he could grip your flesh tightly and fuck you even harder.

Before he could stop himself, Xavier cries loudly as he comes inside you.

He made sure to push in anything that comes out back into you, even as his cock throbs painfully, starving for more of you.

Xavier paused for a moment to brush any strands of hair that had fallen to the front of your face. His movements are soft and gentle, full of love and care.

"Are you tired or hurt? Do you want some water?"

You smiled and sat up to pull him into an embrace. "I'm good for now."

"Good."

Xavier dropped a kiss on your forehead.

Confusion flashed in his eyes. You didn't look like you're in a joking mood, and the way you looked at him with empty eyes felt like a stab to his chest.

"What's wrong?" he asked carefully, not taking a single step towards you just in case you start running away. "Have I done something to piss you off?"

"Done something?" you laughed bitterly. "What haven't you done?"

No, there wasn't just emptiness in your eyes. There was disgust. Repulsion, directed at him. You haven't looked at him in that way for a long time, and he was reminded of how much he hated it.

"Sweetie, let's talk -"

He made the mistake of reaching out to touch you, so you slapped his hand away and jumped back.

"I said stay away from me! Don't.... don't talk to me anymore, don't follow me, just don't.... just stay out of my life! I don't want to be with a monster like you!"

A monster.

So, that's what it was.

He can't say he was surprised.

He always had a feeling that one day, you'll come to your senses and ask yourself, how could you ever love someone like him?

Looks like you've finally woken up from whatever spell he put on you. Now, you want nothing to do with him.

"Stay away from me." You took even more steps back, your figure was starting to merge with the shadows. "Goodbye, Sylus."

His feet were stuck to the bloodstained ground as he watched you disappear in his life forever.

Suddenly, he became aware of how cold the air is, and how quiet it is around him. His heart twinged, as if he'd been pierced by multiple daggers. His body felt numb and empty.

Standing became difficult, and his eyes felt like anchors that demanded to be shut. He gasped for air as he feels his chest tightening, but he only felt even more drowned.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't move.

He wanted go run after you, but bloodied hands had sprung out of nowhere and started pulling his feet deeper in the ground.

"Sylus..."

"...."

"Sylus."

His eyes opened and squinted from the setting sun's light that slipped past the curtains of his bedroom windows.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

He sat up and frantically scanned his surroundings. He ran a hand through his hair and felt all the sweat that were on his forehead.

"Sylus?"

His eyes slowly met yours, and they lingered for a long time. It's as if he's waiting and searching for something.

"You had a nightmare, right?" You looked at him with concern. "Are you okay? I'm gonna go get you a glass of water. I'll be back - "

"No, wait."

Sylus caught your hand as you tried to leave. His thumb caressed the back of your hand and observed it for a moment before taking a deep breath.

"Just stay here with me. I just...need you here."

"Okay." You sat still next to him and let him fiddle with your hands, as it seems to be giving him comfort. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Sylus tangled his fingers against yours, keeping his eyes on your joined hands. "You're not...." He paused for a second as he felt his throat drying up nervously. "You're not repulsed by me, are you?"

"What?"

"You know what l've done.... What I do, and who I am. Do you still... Do you still...."

You were quick to understand what he was trying to ask, and what he might have dreamt about.

"I love you." You looked into his eyes that seems to lack its usual life and confidence. "I know what you do and who you are, and I still love you, Sylus. Whatever happened in your dream.... it's not real."

He closed his eyes and let your words sink in deep in his heart, replaying them to forget about the painful words you threw at him in his nightmare.

It wasn't real.

What's real is you, in front of him, holding his hands and you telling him that you love him.

What's real is you caring about him and sticking by his side even when he's feeling vulnerable.

Sylus' silent reply came with a lingering kiss on your forehead. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders and guided you to lie back down. Once your back is flat against the soft mattress, Sylus pulled you close to him.

Even though he didn't say anything, you felt his gratitude with the way he embraced you with such warm, gentle, and secure arms.

As he closed his eyes, he continued to replay the words you told him.

At last, he was gifted with a peaceful dream.

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xavier

Surrounded by speck of lights, Xavier spun you around as you and him dance slowly underneath the stars.

You two were on your way home after a dinner date when you heard music blasting from a nearby concert venue. Live music echoes throughout the park with the big water fountain, completely empty since it's already quite late.

Xavier gazed at the way your face lit up as you laugh after suddenly losing balance and almost stepping on his feet.

"You didn't accidentally drink alcohol tonight, did you?" He held your hands tightly to keep you stable.

"Of course not! I just got a little dizzy, that's all."

"Maybe you just need to sleep more." he says half-jokingly as he rested his hands on your waist. "Instead of leaving the bed so early in the morning, you should just wait for me to wake you up. I'll be your alarm clock."

"Pfft. If that's the case, we might be sleeping forever." You cupped his face with your hands as he looks at you with bright eyes.

"That doesn't sound too bad." he whispers, leaning closely to brush his lips against yours. "I don't mind, as long as you're next to me. We have all the time in the world."

Just as he closed the distance between your lips, you suddenly froze and moved back.

"Hmm? What's - "

You let go of him and put a hand on your chest, right over your heart.

"It... it hurts..."

Your face suddenly turned pale.

"I - can't b-breathe..."

Xavier felt his world stop as your legs gave out. His arms stopped your knees from hitting the ground, and his body became numb after feeling how clammy your skin had gotten.

"X-xavier...."

He found himself struggling to take a breathe, too.

He was petrified.

He didn't know what to do.

It was happening again. He was losing you all over again, just like in every life time he had with you. Just when he thought he finally got it right this time, just when he thought he'd get his happy ending...

He couldn't lose you.

Not now. Not again.

He has to do something.

"Xavier..."

His vision suddenly darkened. You vanished completely, and he couldn't feel your body at all. It's like you'd turned into dust.

"No..."

"Xavier..."

"Where are you?" he cried in panic, desperately looking around for you yet not a single light welcomed his eyes. He called out your name repeatedly, but your voice was fading away.

"Where....."

"Xavier!"

And in an instant, a flash of light embraced him. He opened his eyes and the first thing he sees is you, sitting next to him and looking at him with wide, worried eyes.

You were wearing pajamas rather than the fancy dress he last saw you in. There is no fountain, and you were not at a park. You two are in his apartment, in his bedroom.

"You...." His heart was racing as he looked at you for a long time. "You're..... you're...." His throat felt tight and dry.

You took his hands and held them tightly. "I'm right here, Xavier." You pulled him into your arms and rested his face against your chest. "Everything is fine."

He closed his eyes and exhaled as he heard the sound of your stable heartbeat.

You're here and you're okay.

"I thought...." Xavier groans and shakes his head. He'd rather not recall that nightmare. "I'm... I'm glad you're here."

You held him tighter, feeling his body's warmth returning. "I won't go anywhere."

You took the hint that he didn't want to talk about what got him shaking and breathing heavily in his sleep. Sometimes, it's good to talk about nightmares, and sometimes it's better to just let it fade away.

"It's around five in the morning." you told him. "The birds are gonna start chriping soon. Do you wanna step out with me to see them?

"Yeah." he smiled against your chest. "I'd like that."

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rafayel

It was his own fault that you ran away from him. He was feeling sick, particularly due to his Lemurian nature, and he blurted out that he needed some time away from you for a while, right when you were trying to take care of him. He was overwhelmed and frustrated, and he told you something he didn't mean.

And now, you're gone.

The house and the beach have never felt so empty and lonely.

He couldn't recall when was the last time he'd seen you and heard your voice.

Rafayel finds himself sitting in front of an unfinished painting of the one he loves. He'd memorized the expression you wear when you'd admire the sunset with him after collecting sea shells. He painted that precious memory just so he can see your face outside of his head.

He wondered what you would think about your portrait once he shows it to you.

He waited and waited.

But you never came back.

Rafayel couldn't remember. Has it been weeks? Months? Years? Did another lifetime pass? Will he have to search for you again?

Of course, he'd do it. He'll wait for you and search for you for as long as he needs. For as long as he can.

But he really thought this lifetime would be it. He thought, maybe, you won't lose each other this time. He had everything he wanted, and yet...

You left him again. You'd given up on him.

If only he could turn back time, he'll find a way to show his true feelings. He'd find a way to keep you close and never let you go.

If only....

"What a mess you are."

"....huh....?"

That was your voice.

His eyes snapped wide open to see you looking down on him. He was sitting down on a chair and his head was down on a table, on top of the unfinished painting of you.

He had fallen asleep with paint all over his face and clothes, though he didn't care about that.

Was it all just a dream?

Was he given another chance?

"You... Are you really here?"

You tilted your head at the sound of his weak voice. "I am. Mostly, I'm here to check up on you because I thought you wouldn't sleep. I'm glad to learn that I was wrong. You were talking in your sleep."

He was saying some things in Lemurian, so you didn't understand. Though, he clearly looked upset, so you contemplated whether to wake him up or not. Nonetheless, his eyes opened at the sound of your voice, no matter how quiet you tried to be.

"You're here....Even though I...." he looks away, feeling his stomach churning with discomfort. "Even though I pushed you away...." He looked down at the portrait he'd been working on. "In my dream, you left and didn't come back. I was waiting for you, but you weren't coming. I thought I wasn't going to see you again, and I was.... I was scared."

You felt your heart drop as his voice quivered. You stepped towards him and pulled him into a hug, catching him by surprise.

"Rafayel..." He buried his face in your stomach. "I'm not going to leave you. Sure, you can be a little dramatic and moody. Sometimes, you overwhelmed and frustrated. Sometimes, you'd want space, and that's perfectly okay."

He wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"I couldn't resist staying away from you for more than five days." you laughed. "That's why I'm here. To see how you are."

"I..." he looks up at you and flashes you a smile. "I'm feeling better now that you're here."

"Good." You caressed his face and wiped a speck of paint that was on his chin. "Now let's get you cleaned up."

"Okay!"

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zayne

Zayne exited a patient's room just in time to hear the commotion out in the hallway. He could hear Yvonne giving out orders. She's trying to sound calm, but he could tell that she was shaken by something.

He took five steps right before an unconscious body was brought in a stretcher.

His eyes noticed the hunters' uniform first, torn and covered in blood. Then, there was the gaping wound on your stomach. Lastly, your cold, paling face.

Zayne dropped the clipboard that was in his hand. His feet acted on their own and rushed to your side, shakily calling out your name.

His hands shook and his vision blurred.

"Doctor Zayne!" Yvonne came up next to him. "She's - "

"I'm her primary doctor. I'll -"

He was stopped from entering the room that you was taken into.

Instead, Greyson came running in, but not before giving Zayne a look of sympathy. "I'll do all that I can to save her."

"I'm going in too."

Yvonne put a hand on his shoulder.

"Doctor Zayne... She's going to be okay. We can trust Doctor Greyson."

His breath comes out raggedy as he tries to calm his pounding heart in his tightening chest. "But I'm her physician. I'm the one that should be treating her."

"I'm sorry, Doctor Zayne."

He knows the rules, yet he found them hard to follow at the moment.

Doctors are generally not supposed to operate on anyone that's close to them, such as a family member or a partner, due to several complicated ethical matters.

But still, he should be the one to treat you.

What was the point of him becoming a doctor if he couldn't save your life?

"Let me...."

"We're losing her!" someone exclaims from your room.

Zayne felt his vision spinning. He tried to get to you, but his legs stopped working.

Why couldn't he move?

He needed to see you. To save you.

Move.

Save her.

There's no time.

Move.

Move, or else she's going to....

"Zayne!"

His body felt as if it had been pulled out of a frozen lake. He gasped and shot up from his seat, finding his legs working perfectly. He's inside his home office and he had taken a nap right on his desk.

"Zayne! Are you okay? I heard you screaming so I -" you failed to finish your sentence as you were suddenly pulled in his arms.

Your feet lifted from the ground while you wrapped your arms around his back. Zayne rested his face against your neck and took a deep breath and a slow exhale, tickling your skin.

From where your hands are, you could feel him slightly trembling. He must have had a horrible nightmare.

"I never want to feel that again." he whispered, pressing you tighter against him. "Please, don't go."

You ran your hands up and down his back. "I'm not going anywhere."

Zayne didn't leave your side for the rest of the night.

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caleb

After all these years, he couldn't believe he finally got what he wanted. You're by his side, not just as your childhood friend, but as your lover.

Out of all the people, you chose him.

It felt too good to be true.

And maybe that's why you were once again taken from him.

One day, he received a call from your boss. Apparently, you had encountered someone from Ever and got in a dangerous fight. You were taken to a hospital, so Caleb instantly left Skyhaven to see you.

He entered your room with a basket full of apples. "Pip-squeak, you look terrible."

You stared at him with a deadpanned expression.

You had bandages wrapped around the top of your head, since that was where your main injury is. Aside from that, you had minor bruises and scratches on your arms.

"Tough crowd today." He sat on the chair and held your left hand.

You pulled away quickly.

"Huh? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

You blinked at him with confusion. "....Who are you?"

"...." Caleb lets out a chuckle, even though his heart had already dropped. "That's not funny."

The look on your face told him that you weren't in the mood for jokes either.

"You.... you don't remember me?"

You shook your head. "I'm sorry, but I can't remember..."

His entire world felt like it came crashing down.

All the memories he'd desperately tried to preserve. All the moments you'd spent together, from when you were kids that were nothing more than lab rats, to when you both started living with your grandma, to when you reunited after the incident, and to when you started to become lovers. All of it is gone.

You're looking at him with nothing but confusion in your eyes.

You didn't even want to hold his hand.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault." Behind his pained smile, he clenched his fists even though he could no longer feel them.

This is all Ever's fault.

He is going to make them pay for hurting you and taking away all of your precious memories, stripping you of your identity.

"While you recover, I'll look after you." he told you while holding an apple towards you. "If you need anything, just let me know."

"Okay."

Despite your reply, you never came to him for help. Even when your injuries got better, you refused his offers to look after you and keep you company.

You never asked about your old memories. You weren't even trying to regain them. It's like you'd turned into a new person, and he had become a stranger to you.

You were his entire world, but he was nothing but a fragment of your past that you no longer know and care for. He was nothing to you.

It should be fine, right?

You're alive. That's the most important part.

You were safe, and he's going to make sure you stay safe, even if he has to stay in the shadows.

So, why does it hurt so much?

Why did getting out of bed feel pointless? Why does he check his phone, knowing he hasn't crossed your mind at all? Why did his shoulders feel heavier and his chest tighter?

He just wanted to see you. He wanted to hear your voice, calling his name to show him something silly so he can laugh with you.

He wouldn't mind if you get angry with him for all the stupid things he'd done. As long as you know he's there, as long as you look at him, that's enough for him.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Caleb almost fell out of bed at the alarm ringing in full blast.

"What....?"

He wasn't in his dark, lonely room in Skyhaven. He's in your bright and colorful apartment, on your warm bed.

And there was someone humming from outside the room.

Caleb slowly got out of bed and followed the source of the humming that had his heart racing and swelling, warming up his body that had been feeling cold and empty just seconds ago.

He enters the kitchen and finds you cooking breakfast.

Suddenly, breathing became ten times easier.

You yelped as you were hugged from behind. "Caleb! Don't scare me like that!"

He smiled against your shoulders. "It's you that scared me to death, pip-squeak."

"Me? What do you mean?!"

"Nothing." He pressed his lips on your right cheek. "So, what's for breakfast?"

It was just a nightmare. It wasn't real, and it's never going to be real. He'll make sure of it. He will never let anything happen to you for as long as he lives.