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“You love me?” Lycus mumbled against his lips.
Kalen said nothing, in shock that Lycus’ lips were pressed to his. He had always secretly wondered if they were as soft as they looked. But his kiss was rough as he forced his tongue into Kalen’s mouth when he didn’t answer.
“Is this what you want, Kalen? You want me?” Lycus asked, pulling back to look at him. Lycus rocked his hips against Kalen when he realized Lycus had an erection. Kalen gasped, and Lycus watched him breathing heavily, an unsure look on his face. For once, Lycus looked scared.
“Please, say something,” Lycus said to him.
Kalen looked away from him. “What I want is wrong,” Kalen murmured.
“Then I guess it is wrong for me, too, if I want the same thing,” Lycus said.
Kalen looked at him, thinking Lycus was playing with him. “You’re not grossed out?” Kalen asked.
“For wanting you, too? No! I always have. I just didn’t want to act on it. Didn’t want to lose you, in case you didn’t feel the same way.”
“You want to be with me?” Kalen asked, seemingly confused by his own words.
“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” Lycus told him, smiling and dipping his face closer to Kalen’s.
He pressed his lips against Kalen’s, his tongue moving across the seam of his lips. Kalen’s lips parted before Lycus deepened the kiss.
“Just so you know, I love you, too,” Lycus whispered. That was one of the first times Kalen felt truly happy. He got a glimpse of happiness. It was also the same night Lycus marked him.
But now that Lycus was aware sleeping with women hurt Kalen, he stopped, which sent them back to having nothing. Lycus was okay with that as long as he had Kalen. Kalen, however, felt he was ruining Lycus’ life. Stopped him from becoming who he could become and when their magic manifested. Fear rushed through Kalen until one day when he saw Darius and Tobias’ names appear on their wrists. The mate marking was made more shocking when they realized they were mates all along.
I watched the memories play out before stopping again. One of them slowed down, and I was sucked into it. It was a week after their eighteenth birthday. Both of them were sitting at the park under a tree in the sweltering summer heat. Kalen had felt faint all day from having not eaten, and Lycus was suffering from wolfsbane poisoning from going to the pits for his father the night prior. Neither of them had found anything much to eat, and the days were so hot now. Lycus was too weak and dehydrated to try to get to the forest outside the city so he could hunt for them. And Kalen was withdrawing from having no medication that day.
“Maybe they will help?” Lycus murmurs, looking paler than usual, he was profusely sweating.
“Are you insane? That is Darius Wraith. He will kill us,” Kalen murmurs. Everyone knew the Wraiths, and even they feared the Demonic Fae King. Rumors of his father's cruelty are constantly in the papers, and Darius Wraith is said to be even worse.
“We don’t know that. We are technically his mates,” Lycus said.
“Yes, if he wanted us near, he would have called on us by now. He hasn’t, Lycus.”
“Well, we haven’t exactly called on him either. Besides, I don’t see much bad stuff about Tobias in the news. He might come to find us?” Lycus told him.
“No, it isn’t worth the risk. And what about that reporter? Tobias killed him in front of the cameras. And I thought fate couldn’t fuck us over more, so to prove me wrong, they had to fate us to the two most influential families. A fucking Demonic Fae King and a vampiric prince? Seriously, Lycus, if they find us, either would kill us. Or me, anyway; I am the weakest link.”
“We don’t know that, and I am willing to try anything rather than watch you lose your damn mind to…the darkness,” Lycus snapped.
“Darkness? What the heck are you talking about? I have depression. You make it sound like I’m diseased!”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m calling on them; I can’t look after you by myself. I need help!” Lycus snarls.
“What are you talking about?” Kalen demanded. However, Lycus ignored him, sending a flare of magic into his infinity mark before Kalen could stop him.
“What have you done?” Kalen gasped, horrified, as his mark tingled. He looked at it. My name was faint on his wrist, only just visible, showing I hadn’t manifested yet, while all their marks were dark etched into their skin like tattoos.
“Anything has to be better than living like this,” Lycus said, only the tingling stopped, and Lycus huffed.
“See? Told you,” Kalen muttered when they felt the calling mark stop the buzzing sensation it caused. “I wonder who rejected it,” Kalen said, feeling a little rejected. He rubbed his wrist, lying back down and resting his head on Lycus’ shoulder.
“We’ll figure it out. Maybe once she comes of age, they will accept us,” Lycus murmured to him, and pressed his lips to Kalen’s temple. They both fell asleep, and Kalen was later woken up when Lycus started to throw up violently. In a panic Kalen rushes off to the park toilets with a drink bottle to get him water.
When Kalen comes out Lycus is too weak to even lift his head and Kalen has to prop him up and pour the water in his mouth. “I could kill Porter.” Kalen mumbles before tipping the rest of the bottle over Lycus’ face to cool him down.
“I’m fine and wasn’t dad, it was–” Lycus stops eyeing Kalen nervously.
