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Our Mated Bed

#SL #OurMatedBed

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Mal:

The air was cool outside the sheets, which was fine since I wasn’t leaving them for a fucking long while yet. As I leant off the side of the bed though, my fingers reached for the blades on the nightstand. I couldn’t help but admire them; every intricate curve and elegant line. 

The detail of the feathers was captivating - I could only imagine it’d taken Vishous hours upon hours to craft them. The fine lines, the way the light cast shadows as if the feathers were real, and soft. I waited for them to spread and take flight; a beautiful, deadly thing going airborne. I couldn’t help but smile at them adoringly. 

The fact they were silver meant they weren’t just something pointy I could stick a Lesser with; silver revealed and stopped werewolves and all other manner of beasties. I practically wanted to go hunting just for the thrill of wielding them, of feeling those winged handles pressed into my palms as I cut through my foe. 

“These may be the most beautiful blades I’ve ever seen,” I admit quietly, stroking a finger over one curling feather. “Thank you again. I love them.”

Much as I loved the male at my back. I felt the shift of the mattress as he came closer, then the heat of him along the length of my body. His hand drifted over the new scar on my back, tenderly inspecting his name. Zsadist.

“Did all your brothers carve it right?” I joke lightly, half glancing over my shoulder. “Not sure what to do if there’s a spelling mistake.”

Well, other than throw a beating…

Zsadist:

As my male rolled over in bed, I couldn’t help myself but watch as his fingers traced over the daggers I gifted to him at the ceremony. Fuck, I could stare at him all evening, he was so...breathtaking. 

I still couldn’t believe it. We were mated. I had someone in my life, and a name carved into my back. Who would've thought that I would be someone who found their other half?

My scarred lips curl into a rare smile as I shift over towards my male. Somehow, my body seemed to mold perfectly against his own, letting my hands slowly trace the name on his back.

My name. 

Snorting loudly as I wrap my arms around his middle, tugging him into me. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” I admit as I slowly trail kisses down your nape, barely allowing my lips to graze the carving. 

“I can’t believe you are mine...I'm waiting for this to be a dream, and I’m going to wake up alone.” Grunts as I turn to burrow my face in your throat, my hands slowly sliding down the length of your body. 

“Thank you, for being mine. For being with me, and making me feel...alive.” My voice slightly hoarse as I speak. 

Mal:

“Hey…” Leaving the blades on the nightstand and hoping they didn’t fly away during the day, I turned to face mine male. “...neither of us is perfect Z,” I murmur, slipping my arm around his waist to lightly stroke my fingers down his spine. “I don’t want perfect. I want real. You’re the realest person I know,” I admit, turning my head just enough to kiss the side of his. 

I could sugar coat things; after everything Zsadist had been through in his life, he deserved a little sweetness. But neither of us was Willy Wonka. If Z deserved anything it was the truth. 

“I love you. I love you with every flaw, every scar, every shadow of your past. I love you for the future we get to make and the way you look at me like there’s nothing else on earth,” I breathe, continuing the stroke of my hands. “You don’t have to thank me for that. You don’t have to thank me like my love for you is a goodwill gesture,” I say gently. “My love for you is raw and unrelenting and crazy. My love for you will set fires and destroy shit if I let it. So don’t thank me,” I whisper, moving to gently bring his face away from my neck, until I could look into the beauty of his golden gaze. “Just love me. That’s all I want. Your love. Your happiness. And to share your life with you.”

They were some of the most honest words I’d ever spoken, and I /felt/ them in my chest, my heart, my soul. I would savage anyone who hurt him. I would eviscerate anyone that dared bring him pain in any fashion. My Divinity would not be restricted - the Creator himself would have to intervene to keep me from going apocalyptic. 

Zsadist:

His words warmed my heart and a rare smile formed on my face. A smile that was only for him, and probably no one else would ever see. 

“How do I even find the words to say after a speech like that?” Lifting my hands up to rest against his own. “Just know that I love you, and I will love you until my very last breath.” With that said I lean in for a kiss, allowing my tongue to barely graze against his own before I pull back. 

“Now. Let me look at your back again.” I purred with a soft laugh as I helped push the angel onto his stomach. As I saw my name once again, I couldn’t help but take in a deep breath. Almost like I was checking if this was actually real or I was dreaming. My fingers try not to apply too much pressure as they skim over the carvings. 

“So...your Mahmen called me her son.” I say nonchalantly, my free hand toying with my new feather pendant. Literally, the greatest gift anyone could have ever gotten me. 

“I hope I didn’t embarrass myself when I froze up on her. I mean...I hope she knows I’m grateful for her saying that.” Grunts in frustration as I roll onto my back.

“I just...spent how many days maybe a month with my own Mahmen, so I didn’t know what to say. Though, I would like to spend more time getting to know her.” I admit as I bring an arm behind my head, turning my head slightly to gaze at my male.

Mal:

The kiss was almost chaste, but there was a sweetness to it, as if the words themselves of love and a future had a flavor. Then I was obliging mine male, resting on the bed and turning my head to the side on the pillow. I watched from my periphery as Zsadist explored his name in my skin, with that same fascinated, awed look. Like he couldn’t believe it was real.

At his tongue tied explanation of my mahmen’s gesture, I actually grinned, closing my eyes and half pressing my face into the pillow as I laughed, not unkindly. Feeling the shift of the bed, I open my eyes to look at him sprawled beside me, his arm tucked beneath his head. He cut a glorious figure in the candlelight, and I forced myself not to get distracted by the planes of his body and the curve of his mouth.

“She said it so you know that she’s there for you. Whenever you need her. And whenever you’re ready,” I add with a tender smile. “I’ve mentioned the basics of your history,” I add, drawing my arms under me just enough to brace myself up, getting a better view. “Because I didn’t want either of you to… misunderstand one another.”

Now I shifted just enough, until my chin rested on my hellren’s chest, looking up at him. 

“She will love you like you’re hers. If you like. But she knows your own mahmen had a great treasure stolen from her, and that you deserve the love of a mahmen you were denied.”

Zsadist:

I lifted my hand to scrub it over my scarred face as Mal mentions he told his Mahmen about my past. How much did he tell her? Then again, she can see my slave bands, so I’m sure she knows enough about me. 

Dropping my hand as I rest back against the pillows once again, my eyes taking in my male who was happily resting against me. “I know that. Believe it or not but I would like to get to know her more, and I’m sure Phury wouldn’t mind her around.”

Chuckles as I reach my hand up to stroke my fingers along his cheek. “Hi, Hellren mine.” I could help but grin as I said those words. He was mine and I was feeling the best I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I reached down to grab a hold of the feather pendant. “This...is the best gift I’ve ever received. You know how I feel about your feathers.” Grunts loudly, not wanting to admit to the box of them I had stashed in the closet.

“I’m never taking it off. I hope you know that.” Let’s out a snort as my fingertips drag down his spine, suddenly wishing his wings were out on display as well. 

Mal:

I manage to smother a smile at the thought of my mahmen adopting males all over the place. She’d only ever had me, and she hadn’t bothered with human men for partners, even the hunters. At least, as far as I knew, and I was pretty fucking content leaving it that way too. But I had to wonder if she’d wanted more children, or if the nurturing was just ingrained enough that she’d embrace these males that’d had their childhood and innocence stolen.

It wasn’t up to me if she did or didn’t. But if she did… damn I’d be so proud of her. The female who raised me offering all that love and compassion to others? It was something to admire. To emulate. 

At the brush of his fingers along my cheek my attention was drawn back to the moment. I couldn’t even help the smile at his words, so new and yet so right. As his hand dropped to wrap around the pendant, I felt another faint flush of pride. 

“I know how much you like my feathers,” I agree, chuckling softly as I shift up enough to press a kiss to his chest. “And that feather comes from the part of my wings only you can touch,” I add, winking. “Special feather.”

My back twitched, the muscles spasming slightly with the need for my wings to appear. After so many years of hardly bothering with them, I’d had them out more here, with the Brotherhood and Zsadist, than I ever had before. They were becoming a more natural part of me - not something I hid but something I enjoyed. 

“Couple days,” I murmured, shifting further up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Don’t want to risk upsetting the healing.”

Zsadist:

 I let out a low grunt as my male basically told me I had to wait to see his wings. Though in my head I could already picture it and was curious to see how my name will look between them. 

“True, cause I would not be okay if you hurt yourself.” Says as I hold back a growl, my hands reaching down to grab at his sides. I couldn’t help but gaze into his brown eyes when he looked at me. Suddenly, I felt all these emotions bubbling up. 

This male was mine, and he would be mine forever. Everything felt so relaxed, like I could breathe easy now and just enjoy my life. I’d always have this dark cloud hanging over me, but for the most part I could look at my male and see the light shining through.

“I love you.” 

I murmured the words in the darkness. Saying those three words seemed so natural now, like I could shout them from the rooftops. I had found my other half, the piece that had been missing for an eternity.

Carefully I cradled his face, thumbs tracing his cheeks before I leaned in for a kiss. I took my time exploring his mouth, only to pull back when I needed air. The taste of him lingered on my tongue as I let out a low purr. I was hungry for my Hellren once again. 

Mine.