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Send me Saved! for my muse to save your muses lost soul!

       The very moment he’d seen it happen he felt his world tunnel. The moment he saw that slab of concrete barrel toward Red after he’d been ordered to stay back and let him stake out the enemy, Raleigh had thought he’d have to suffer that excruciating pain of being completely and utterly alone again. A strangled sound had crawled out his throat, broken between a scream for his boyfriend and a snarl of anger for the fucking thing who’d tried to hurt him. Blessedly, the cement had bowed out and collapsed before it could do the damage it was intended to do. The moment that the thing was dead and Red was confirmed okay— Raleigh was furious. It was a cloying thing, that rage, something that webbed loosely from the center of his chest until he could feel the entirty of his being swollen with the white-hot anger of it all. Red was being stupid. He was being bold for the sake of keeping him safe and he’d almost gotten himself killed. Raleigh’s life wasn’t worth another and it sure as hell wasn’t worth the trade for Red’s.

       The only comfort he sought in t hat moment was a hand over Red’s arm, gripping at the edge of his shirt to twist around so he could see with the point of his own gaze that he was whole. Once he was sure, absolutely positive that he was in one solid piece Raleigh forced himself away. Being close he could already taste the furl of his anchor unraveling, the wolf a few doses stronger than usual, volatile and snarling at the thought of losing it’s mate. Raleigh wanted to scream, wanted to punch Red right in the fucking mouth for almost leaving him. The Alpha was a selfish bastard, he could entertain the idea of dying for Red but when the roles were switched the only thing he saw was a blinding rage and the inklings of an anguish in his heart that he knew would never heal. The thought then was making him sick to his stomach and when Red reached for him, for solace or an apology he wasn’t even sure, he twisted away and bit out a quiet warning.

              “Don’t.”

       Raleigh kept to himself the trip back home and the moment the bay doors were down he was on his feet and making his way toward the room. He had the intentions of showering and going right to bed. He didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to be near anyone. He needed quiet and the depths of his own mind to let him come down from the terror induced wrath stirring up in his heart. The Alpha had just made it just to the level of their shared room when he felt Red reach for him again and he stepped right out of his grip. There was a short warning, just as curt as the one before. Two more times he let his mate reach for him and it was the third time that the resolve he had left tore right in two and he snapped.

      The Alpha twisted with the grip that the demon had taken and with one confident step forward those stormy blue eyes broke and were swallowed down by a deep crimson, pointed and he r o a r e d. The violence of the snarl shook the entirety of the hall and beyond, bled into the foundations and made the concrete pillars holding this place together buzzed with the power of it. There was no doubt anyone would have evaded that sound, least of all his mate as Ral was left half shifted and rocking with the weight of his panting as the sound dulled into a low, guttural murmur. With a clawed digit extended he pointed it toward Red, his eyes bright red and glassy from the tears trickling over his cheeks. 

       ”You don’t fuckin’ do that again do you hear me?” He was yelling back at Red, fueled by the fear of almost losing him. “Do you not fuckin’ understand how much I need you? Is that a concept you haven’t learned yet?” Raleigh’s attention was turned the hoard of people that’d gathered at the mouth of the hallway and he stalked a few steps toward them and snarled again, baring his teeth in warning and most had the sense to leave, be it to seek safety in their own rooms or arm themselves with a few tranq guns he wasn’t sure but he didn’t care. This was for Red to hear, not them. “You’re my anchor, Red. You keep me human. You keep me from bein’ some sort of feral monster, like one of the fuckin’ things we hunt. Without you I’d end up like those things. I’d be no better. Because without you I wouldn’t have an anchor, I wouldn’t have a mate— out of this entire fucked up world I would have absolutely nothin’ if you left me!” The screaming broke away into heavy words, laden with the sobs that were making speech that much harder. “Without you there is no me, okay? I don’t fuckin’ care how toxic or needy it sounds because it’s true. If you died, especially trying to save me? I’d go out of my god damned mind.”

      It was dark. That was the first that Raleigh had managed to notice. It’s too dark to see beyond more than a few feet in front of him, though even he’d wanted to venture further there was something binding him there, something tangible and solid snaring his limbs and leaving him still. It seems like a room, of some sort. It smells like Red’s room, their room, but the features are bare to him, hidden in the shadow of the dark. Twisting slowly, Raleigh just managed to look up enough to see his arms bound over his head. There was nothing there to hold them up, only together with a thin red, braided rope. Giving a tug, it’s no use, they don’t even budge. The most he could do was curl those long fingers and grasp blindly through the dark. Luckily enough his legs had been unbound, giving him that freedom to try and pad around though his arms kept him right in place.

       Suddenly it wasn’t so dark anymore. There was a low ember glow from somewhere behind him, just dim enough to illuminate the features of his lover looming just outside the shadows. “Red?” Raleigh tempted, wriggling to try and get himself free, “Baby get me down from here, what’s going on?” The only answer he was given in turn, was a wide, crooked grin, drenched in a devious lust that the Alpha had learned far too well. The mountain of a man was moving then, those calloused palms tracing gently against the wrinkles of his shirt and pants. But then those tender hands were rough, ripping at the fabric and leaving the clothing hanging in shreds around him, what hadn’t managed to hit the floor.

       They were hard already, Ral’s own cock bobbing up to brush just below his navel as those hands returned to him, groping at his ass and dragging those lean legs up around Red’s hips. He still wasn’t talking, just had that smirk and glint of teeth that suddenly disappeared against the flushed column of his throat. He was rendered to a mess at those kisses, the heat of breath moving over and claiming, leaving the Alpha moaning and straining against those bindings so desperately. “Red please, I wanna touch you please,” The begging was met with a chorus of ‘tsks’ as the other was moving away, leaving him there untouched and starving for more. He tried to reach, curled his fingers out and grasped air.

       ”Red baby please—mph,” His mouth was occupied by the slick, familiar texture of his gag ball, pressed against his tongue and stretching out his mouth. The protest was muffled, broken into a low, throaty moan when suddenly Red was dropping to snuffle into the heat of his cheeks. He was left leaking against his ministrations, cock slick with precome and drool trickling around the edges of his mouth. He was sobbing desperately, needing more, wanting more than just that sinfully talented mouth. It seemed Red had read his mind, because suddenly that slick tongue was replaced with that sharp ache of being split wide open and if it weren’t for that gag he would have howled.

      They rutted ravenously, edging Raleigh so desperately close to that climax. He was moaning lewdly, twisting and trying to push back for more, god, alway more. Just when he was reaching that crest Red’s mouth was back against his ear and he was whispering, “Ral. Wake up.”

      He awoke with a start, already feeling the wet splotches seeping into his underwear as he twisted and looked over at Red sleeping soundly beside him. God the need was still there, aching for that release that he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave for later that morning. Raleigh was up and crawling onto Red’s hips in a matter of moments, rocking against him and moaning needily to get him awake.

      Raleigh was such a fucking child when it came to things. He was selfish, wanted his way but most of all, he didn’t much like sharing. While it wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to those lingering stares shifting over the broad, sculpted body of his mate, or even catching a few whispered words of lust from agents who thought they might have evaded the Alpha’s keen hearing— but this, this was definitely different. The bitch…ahem, the newbie was just a few days fresh out of whatever academy she’d been in and ended up in their little slice of heaven. She was young, given she still had a few years over him, but she was all clean and pretty and couldn’t stop fucking flirting with his man. It was like she’d had a damn magnet in her pocket, crawling right up to Red and talking to him sweetly, batting those clearly faux lashes and pursing her lips. God she was desperate, or maybe Raleigh was just overthinking it. Regardless, this had to come to a very abrupt halt.

       The pen he’d held in his hand creaked ominously, one of his closer friend’s reaching over to pluck it up before the kid ended up bursting the entire thing all over the front of his shirt. There was a quiet ‘easy there, Fido,’ but Raleigh just huffed, the scoff sounding more like a grumbled snarl as he continued to glare daggers at the woman. He was gonna give her a few more moments to evade, to escape with her dignity and maybe if she was lucky, all of her limbs.

        The blond bimbo ruined it then, picked up that soon to be shattered hand and put it on the swell of Red’s shoulder and he was seething. Someone tried to grab him but he just shoved them off, eyes set on the task at hand. Distantly he was sure someone was calling in for that tranq gun they’d managed to outfit with enough sedatives to put him down when he got too out of control, already suspecting some sort of bloody fight to come from this. If Raleigh had his way, he’d be damn sure to make the bitch paid for touching what was so clearly his and his alone.

        “Hey babe~” The young wolf sing-songed toward his mate, slithering right in between him and the dainty little woman and slid his hand up over his chest, curled into that collar of his shirt and tugged him down for a sweet kiss. “We have to finish up those files, you ready to go—oh,” Shifting around he gave the woman a feigned, innocent looking smile, “‘m sorry. I don’t think we’ve met.” Offering the hand that wasn’t currently coiling around Red’s waist he gave her hand a little shake, though the grip of it was far tighter than would have been polite. “‘m Raleigh. Red’s partner,” He laughed, “Alright, c’mon, we have to go get our paperwork done.” Scarcely giving Red the chance to object or say goodbye to the twig, he dragged him off down the hall and made a turn toward where they kept their rooms. They didn’t even make it to either before the wolf was scrambling up into Red’s arms and grinding against him needily, sucking on his mouth with a hungry, jealous fervor.