Cyrus lay still, his pulse pounding in his ears. The revelation hung in the air, thick and suffocating.
Mate.
The word clawed at his mind, refusing to let go. He could still feel the warmth of Raphael’s body against his, the scent of him still lingering in his senses like a drug he hadn’t realized he was addicted to. Across from him, Raphael sat up, his face contorted with a mix of emotions—disbelief, irritation, and something darker, something Cyrus wasn’t sure he could name.
“Mate?” Raphael echoed, his voice sharp with disbelief. His pale chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. “You’re lying.”
Cyrus shook his head slowly, his green eyes still wide with shock. “I wish I was.”
Raphael stared at him, his gaze flickering over Cyrus’ face, searching for a lie, for any sign of deception. But there was none. And that terrified him. He suddenly let out a harsh laugh, though there was no humor in it. “You expect me to believe that we're soulmates? Do not insult me with this nonsense.”
Cyrus, still in shock himself, simply stares at Raphael, his heart pounding. He expected disbelief, but the sheer venom in Raphael’s tone is something else.
Raphael abruptly gets out of the bed, putting as much distance between them as possible. He looks physically repulsed, like he wants to tear the very skin from his body. His golden eyes burn with fury as he glares at Cyrus.
"You’re a mutt," he spits. "A dog. You are beneath me. You are beneath my kind. You think fate would be so cruel as to bind me to you?"
Cyrus flinches but doesn’t back down. He knew Raphael was arrogant, but this? This was beyond.
"You felt it," Cyrus says quietly, his voice rough. "Don’t pretend otherwise."
Raphael stiffens. Of course, he felt it. That pull. That undeniable bond snapping into place like iron chains. His instincts screamed at him to accept it, to give in. But the very idea of it is impossible.
Cyrus barely had time to react before Raphael’s hands were on him, shoving him back against the floor of the tent. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, but he didn’t fight back—not yet. Raphael’s grip was like iron as he pinned Cyrus down, his white hair falling over his face, wild and untamed.
“You will reject it,” Raphael snarled, his fangs slightly bared. “You will forget this nonsense and never speak of it again.”
Cyrus’ expression remained unreadable, his green eyes burning into Raphael’s gold ones. “I won't.”
Raphael’s patience snapped. He pulled back his arm, claws extending from his fingertips as he slashed toward Cyrus. Cyrus twisted, dodging just in time, the claws barely missing his throat. He rolled away and onto his feet, his instincts kicking in, ready to defend himself. Raphael came at him again, his movements fast, aggressive. Cyrus blocked the next blow, grabbing Raphael’s wrist and twisting him, forcing him back. But Raphael was relentless, his anger boiling over into raw violence.
He lunged at Cyrus, eyes blazing with fury. Their bodies collided, knocking over a wooden stool as they crashed to the ground. Raphael moved with predatory speed, his claws extending as he aimed for Cyrus’ throat. But Cyrus was faster.
He dodged, rolling onto his side, barely escaping the sharp slash that would have torn through his skin. Raphael was relentless, attacking again and again, forcing Cyrus to stay on the defensive. Their bodies twisted and grappled, rolling across the floor of the tent in a flurry of movement. Raphael managed to swipe at him, claws raking against his forearm, drawing blood.
Cyrus gritted his teeth, finally catching Raphael’s wrists and twisting them behind his back. With a swift movement, he rolled them over, pinning Raphael beneath him. Raphael struggled, his chest heaving, golden eyes wild with anger and something else—something more primal. Cyrus held him down, his grip unyielding, his breath hot against Raphael’s skin.
"Let me go!" Raphael growled, his voice a mix of defiance and desperation.
Cyrus said nothing. He just stared. His green eyes locked onto Raphael’s with an intensity that sent a shiver down the vampire’s spine. Raphael thrashed beneath him, but Cyrus tightened his grip, his body pressing firmly against Raphael’s to keep him in place.
“Look at me,” Cyrus commanded quietly, but with authority, his gaze unwavering. And for a moment, Raphael’s resistance faltered. His struggles slowed, his eyes locking with Cyrus’ as if trying to understand what was happening between them.
Cyrus felt his heart race as their bodies were aligned, their breaths mingling. Without thinking, his lips brushed against Raphael’s, testing the waters. The kiss started soft, tentative, a clash of uncertainty and need, before it deepened. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a claim, a moment of connection that neither of them had prepared for. The world outside of them faded as their kiss became more urgent, more passionate.
The kiss was a battle in itself—teeth clashing, tongues warring, each refusing to yield. Raphael bit down on Cyrus’ lower lip, drawing blood, only for Cyrus to retaliate by deepening the kiss, his grip on Raphael’s wrists tightening. Their bodies pressed together, a heat igniting between them that neither could ignore.
Cyrus shifted, pressing his weight down against Raphael, feeling the hard lines of his body beneath him. Cyrus could feel the heat rising in his trousers. He positioned his erection over Raphael’s crotch, gently grinding against him. Raphael arched up, returning the gesture. A low growl vibrating in his throat. The air between them was electric, charged with something neither of them could stop now. There was no denying the bond.
Cyrus pulled away and got up, pulling Raphael up along with him. Their mouths were still on each other's as Raphael backed Cyrus into the bed and pushed him. Cyrus flops down onto the bed and Raphael gets on top of him. Raphael kisses from his mouth, to his chest, down to his rock hard abs until he reached the waistband of his trousers.
Raphael undid them and slid them down his legs, tossing them aside. Cyrus’ huge length sprang free. Raphael grabbed his thick, veiny cock and slowly licked from the bottom to the tip. He then opened up and swallowed Cyrus hole till his mouth reaches the base of his length. He looked up at Cyrus as he bobbed his head up and down as he sucked on Cyrus, his tongue swirling around the length.
Cyrus sank his hand into Raphael’s snow-white hair, grabbing it as he thrusts into his mouth. His cock hitting the back of his throat. Cyrus picked up the pace and Raphael sucked harder, sending pleasure rippling through his body.
Cyrus moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he exploded inside Raphael's mouth. Raphael swallowed Cyrus’ load and then got back on top of him and captured his lips in a kiss, letting him taste himself. When they pulled away, Raphael undid his own trousers and flung them across the tent.
Cyrus got on all fours as Raphael held his hard member, slapping it on his mouth repeatedly. Cyrus opened his mouth and took the cock inside, swallowing it hole. He sucked on the length slowly, coating it with his saliva. Raphael put a couple of his fingers in his mouth to wet it. After he pulled it out, he spread Cyrus’ cheeks apart and inserted a finger inside him. Cyrus lets out a muffled moan. Raphael thrust the finger into him repeatedly before inserting a second, then eventually a third finger.
He thrusts his fingers inside Cyrus, massaging and stretching him out to prepare him for what was about to come. Raphael then pulls out of Cyrus’ mouth and gets behind him, position his member at Cyrus’ entrance. He slowly leans in and whispers in Cyrus’ ear.
“Do you want me inside you?” He said, his voice low and filled with lust.
“Yes.” Cyrus nods, his voice almost a whisper.
Raphael smirks. “Then call me Master.”
“Master” Cyrus whispers.
“Say I want you inside me, master.” Raphael growled as he rubbed his tip against Cyrus’ entrance.
Cyrus obeys. “I want you inside me, master.”