Playing off of the yandere anon once more <3
Scar thought he did a good job taking care of his mate. He might've kidnapped him, sure, but how could he resist such a pretty little thing like Grian? Mousey curls and perfect skin begging to be marked up. He couldn't let anyone else taint his perfect little mate.
So naturally he grabbed him, and naturally he pushed the blame of any injuries on some imaginary villain. He was the knight in shining armour, saving his soon to be mate and tending to his wounds. Grian was always so pretty, the way his nose would scrunch up with every wince of pain and the way he was so shy at first, but how he opened up as time went on.
Scar would never forget the day Grian got all shy with him again, when his pretty little mate took the first big move and wrapped those perfect hands around his cock. Grian didn't even ask, so eager to please and get his mouth around him. He looked even better with his legs spread and chest bare, under Scar moaning for more.
It's like a whole new side of Grian came out, touchy and clingy and unapologetically horny. What was there to complain about? His mate chose him. Scar never asked Grian to do this, but here Grian was, arse up and legs spread, begging for Scar to mount him and fill him up. He fucked him until bruises formed on Grian's hips, until his voice ran hoarse, until he was shaking, cum dribbling out of his pretty little cock, belly swollen with Scar's own cum.
It really put a damper on their fun when so many people started looking for Grian, likely drawn in from his mate's screams and begging. But that's alright, Scar could get right to work keeping Grian safe. It ate up precious time he could be spending with his mate, sure, but it was worth it to keep him safe.
It seems Grian had other ideas, though. Because suddenly Grian was acting up, asking to go outside while draping himself over Scar, nuzzling into his fur and looking up at him so sweetly. Of course Scar refused, of course he would keep his mate safe inside where nobody, nobody could steal him away. And of course Grian wouldn't be pleased with that.
When Grian suggested that he might try to leave, Scar might have snapped. Just a little.
It was all in the heat of the moment, really, but Scar couldn't let Grian leave, couldn't risk losing his mate like that. He picked Grian up, easy as always, and when his mate fought back he only held him firmer, wrestling down flailing limbs and pinning him to the floor. Normally sweet words turned sour and harsh, sharp touches turned sharper. He never liked to get his claws out with Grian, but if that's how he had to teach this lesson, then so be it.
Grian moaned so beautifully under him, tears streaking his face as claws pricked at his back, dug firmly into his hips. No one would treat Grian this well if he left, no one, and Scar made damn sure Grian knew just how good he had it.
By the end of it Grian was limp under him, chest heaving and the carpet stained with cum and blood. But Scar so sweetly asked if Grian learned his lesson, and when he got a hazy nod he pressed a sweet little kiss to Grian's temple, scooping him up and cleaning him up for bed. There's no way his mate would be sneaking off tonight, that much Scar made sure of.
Later, of course, he'd learn that it was all a game. All just meant to rile him up, the cheeky bastard. Scar could hardly be mad as he listened to Grian's giggling and saw that smug little grin in the early morning light, all just one big attempt to rile him up. Just to show all was forgiven, Scar fucked him sweet and slow that morning, kissing over every cut and bruise from the prior day. His mate was so smart, so cheeky. This is why he had to protect him, to keep him away from those monsters who would steal him back. They'd never be able to give Grian what he wanted. What he needed. Only Scar could do that, only Scar could care for his mate.
