Hagen’s P.O.V

Waking up feels like being yanked from another dimension, soul first. Usually, that meant I’d slept really damn good, and it wasn’t a state I left willingly. On a normal day, I’d keep my eyes closed, roll over, and soon enough, I’d be knocked out again.

Today was different. Today, it was as though my brain and body had joined forces to drag me back to the land of the living, until I had no choice but to face being conscious.

I open my eyes, but it’s a slow, painful struggle with the way they suddenly feel like 100kg. I might as well not have opened my eyes in years with the amount of work I have to put into managing a squint. My misery quickly worsens when the morning light assaults me with the vengeance of a thousand deceived sirens.

I squint, cringing back with a groan as I try to figure out where I am and what day it is. All attempts are useless, with my head being effectively blank except for the blaring distress signal that my bladder was full. Fuck.

Groaning some more, I try to drag myself out of bed, but the task is literally impossible– and not because of laziness, but the brick house I find lying on top of me. I frown as I push at its foundations, trying to wiggle free, but the shit refuses to budge.

I slump with a sigh, giving up the fight for the moment as I force my eyes open just enough to see whether I was gonna be fighting clay or lime bricks here, but instead, I spot broad shoulders and long, chocolate-coloured hair splayed over my chest. The brick house was alive.

The brick house was also my mate.

“Move,” I groan, shoving at Nikola’s big head.

He doesn’t even budge. Maybe because his head isn’t actually that big and I’m still half sure this is a dream, but he remains still. I give him another shove, one with more kick to it, and this time he groans heavily, but the sound remains distant, as though he was still prancing around in the dimension I’d just been dragged out of.

I grumble my frustrations under my breath as I shove at Nikola’s shoulder, managing nothing substantial other than “pillow wall”, before deciding to tap in my legs in to help get free.

Turning myself into a lever, it takes a combination of pushing and wiggling for me to eventually manage to claw free from the fucking squid and make my escape. I slip off the bed, falling with a thud that makes both me and Nik groan, but he remains unmoving on the bed while I stay slumped on the floor.

If I was awake, I’d be complaining and way past annoyed, but half-asleep as I was, I only rub at my eyes while I contemplate what it would be like to sleep right here.

Floors were nice enough, comfortable even, and this floor had a rug. My eyes start to weigh.

I bet that rug felt like a bed if you were tired enough– fuck, it felt like a bed right now. I could feel my vision begin to spot.

The Japanese slept on floors all the time. I liked the Japanese.

Given one more second, I’d pass out, but I don’t get that second as my bladder thrums in a silent warning.

“Fucking fuck,” I groan as I push myself up in irritation and stumble into my bathroom, yawning as I saddle up to the toilet. I tug at my underwear, ready to let it all go and go back to bed, only to wince when the fabric clings to my pubic hair.

“What the fuck…”

I glance down and keep going down until my eyes stall on the dried mess of cum that was all over my stomach… and in my underwear… and had become a flaky glue overnight.

I blink at it slowly, my brain taking its time to work out where that had come from. I didn’t remember jerking off last night— I sure as shit wouldn’t have done it with Nik here, but then—

It all comes rushing back, and it comes like a fucking tidal wave.

Nikola and I’s little game. My surrender. Our collision.

“Oh shit,” I mumble as my heart kicks up into fifth gear and keeps climbing.

You’re cumming for me.

“Ohshit.”

ZYAIR! —I shout within the bond so loudly that it rattles my skull.ZYAIR, WHAT THE F—

AHH!! YOU’RE AWAKE! YOU’RE FINALLY AWAKE! —Zyair bellowslike a well-trained opera singer at the peak of his career.— You were out so long I thought maybe he killed you which— totally understandable considering!!!!!

Wait, Zyair, last night Nik and I… we—My mind quickly produces images of Nik over me, and others of us tumbling on the bed while we tugged at each other like feral animals —Oh fuckkkkk! ZYAIR!!!!

Do not panic! —Zyair snaps with sudden seriousness. —You know how you are, Hagen! Don’t ruin this with too much thinking! Stop thinking right now!

Zyair was right. When shit was hitting the fan, I wasn’t the best thinker and there was no reason for me to start batting outside of my fields now.

No thinking. No thinking. No thinking —I repeat to myself like a mantra.

Yes, not until our mate wakes up —Zyair declares, which I’m not sure is good or bad, but I’m not supposed to be thinking so I don’t question it.Get distracted in the meantime!

I glance frantically around the bathroom, looking aimlessly for something— anything— to distract me, but that plan completely backfires when I end up catching my reflection in the mirror.

I looked fucking crazy. Well rested too, but mostlycrazy.

Bladder forgotten, I rush over to the counter and stretch my neck to look at all the bite marks there. They were already healing since none had seemed to really breach my skin, but the indents of teeth and fangs were easy to spot, along with the reddened shade around them, and they wereeverywhere.

That fucking caveman. The fucker had chewed at my neck like it was a piece of steak and I had—

I glance down, suddenly feeling very dizzy when my answer finds me in the cum still all over me.

It was one thing if it was all mine, but in my lust-hazed memories of last night, I remembered clearly the heat that had overtaken my body and soul when I’d felt Nikola’s cum hit my skin.

He’d cum on me.

My heart drops just as my cock jerks. Arousal greets me alongside pure, unhinged panic that tries to seize my very being.

Good Goddess, why the hell didthatmemory turn me on, when it should’ve been the one I hated the most?

My empty stomach roils and my throat suddenly becomes too tight as I avoid the chaos of my reflection.

I needed to think because, in spite of Zyair’s warning, Ihadto think about this. I needed the room to breathe that wasn’t here. And I needed out, needed to—

“Don’t run.”

Nikola’s plea finds me where my panic can’t. It’s as quiet as when he’d whispered it to me, his exhausted body craddled in my arms, trusting me to still be there when he woke. The echo of it overwhelms my heart and cripples it until I ache at the thought of disappointing him, or worse yet, of hurting him, and I would hurt him if I pulled away now, especially after how close we’d been yesterday.

There was no room for running and no room for panicking, which left only one option.

The panic slowly bleeds away from me as I sigh and hesitantly look back over myself. A grimace twists my features and grows as I catch sight of the mess we’d made again.

Goddess, if Nik looked anything like me, he would have a heart attack when he woke up. And if not that, he’d probably faint from sheer disgust before he managed to clean himself up.

The thought is slightly amusing, but mostly worrisome. Enough that I soon find myself dampening a washcloth, and heading back out to the bedroom before I even know what I’m doing.

Nikola’s sprawled over the covers exactly where I’d left him, but instead of his usual mummy pose, he’s stretched out on his stomach with his head at the end of the bed and his feet at our pillows. I snort, and don’t bother fight the smile that quickly follows.

From the looks of things, after last night, we’d both been too tired to do anything other than fall asleep, which left us sleeping with our feet towards the pillows Nikola dusted every morning.

“If you were conscious, you’d be losing it,” I whisper as I take a seat on the edge of the bed, just beside my mate.

I reach forward only for my fingers to hover hesitantly over Nik’s shoulders, too scared to touch and reawaken what had been blazing between us last night. Feeling Nik’s skin on mine had become addictive, but it’d been in its own league last night.

Last night, we’d done much more than touched– we’d claimed, and it had been untamed from the moment we’d begun.

A part of me wanted that again, another part feared it– either way, Nik’s possible discomfort worried me more than anything else. Sucking in a breath, I push at Nikola’s shoulder until he rolls over and flops across the mattress with a delayed sigh.

It’s sort of comical, as is the way his large hands swipe in the air as he reaches for me, but I wasn’t about to let the squid capture me again.

“Relax,” I shush him as I push his hands away and pull the hem of his shirt up to his chest.

It’s a purely medical action, my intentions nothing but the purest of pure, but the moment I spot his soiled abs, and the cum splattered over his left nipple, my face becomes a live furnace.

The semi that I was choosing to call ‘Tired Morning Wood’, tries to abandon its first name as I run my gaze over my mate’s body.

That body that had been over mine, rocking and tensing in its motion while Nikola chased his orgasm. He’d begged me to say his name, and then had cum when I’d—

“Don’t think. Don’t think, Hagen,” I remind myself as I return to my initial pure intentions. “You’re just a medic, saving a patient from a likely future seizure. Just a medic.”

I swipe at Nikola’s skin, trying to be gentle, but it soon turns into a scrub when he frowns, slowly waking. I couldn’t chance him waking up to… the evidence, so I quickly wipe his stomach clean, and most of his chest, but linger on his hard, tainted nipple, the thing that has the most unhinged desires rising to the surface of my mind.

Was that his, or mine? Or both? Why did I want it to be mine? And why did I want it to stay?

My mouth suddenly dries and then moistens in the next breath as erratic arousal begins to swell within me.

I lick my lips thoughtfully, and then freeze when sudden realisation drenches the budding arousal.

With more force than I mean to, I clean Nik’s left pec, all but scrubbing his nipple clean despite Zyair’s protests until Nikola grunts.

His brows wrinkle as he sits himself up and whispers, “Hagen?”

I shudder hard. Holy fuck.

With sudden awareness, I realise that I’d never heard what Nikola sounded like in the morning. He was always up and about by the time I woke up, so I’d never known that his voice sounded so wrecked in the morning, and so enticingly deep as well.

Neither of those things should’ve mattered in the slightest– I knew that. It was just a guy’s voice for crying out loud, but that didn’t change the fact that it was turning me on.

“What’s going on?” Nikola asks as he peers down at my hands. He frowns adorably at the sight of the washcloth on his stomach and then blinks very slowly. “I’m confused.”

I have to swallow to reply, to think past the sudden arousal making me impossibly hard as I look at my mate.

“I was cleaning you up,” I say carefully, reluctant to trigger a panic attack from him. “We left things… messy after last night.”

Still blinking every other five seconds, it takes Nik a moment before he nods his head a bit in understanding.

“You… are you okay?” I ask when neither of us makes a move.

“I’m waking up,” he replies before he looks at me. His grey eyes are heavy, exhausted, but for some freakish reason, it makes my dick leak.

My gaze drops like rocks in water as I cross my legs and focus on finishing my task. I just had to be the medic and avoid looking at Nikola, and listening to him, and I’d be okay.

Except, Nik was pretty much clean and I was just wiping him now because I couldn’t get up as I was.

Can’t or don’t want to? —Zyair asks gently.

Before I can try to respond to that, a hand settles over my wrist and stops me in my tracks.

My pulse jumps, spiking from where his touch sends lightning barreling towards my heart. I breathe slowly, trying not to get overwhelmed by how good such a simple touch felt.

Somewhere along the line, Nikola’s hands had become familiar, just like the firmness of it– of him– and I was alarmingly weak in its presence.

I stare at it like a deer in headlights, but don’t dare pull away.

“You didn’t leave,” he whispers so quietly, I almost miss the fragile hope in his voice.

I shake my head, “I told you I wouldn’t.”

I wait for Nik to say something else, but he doesn’t, and neither do I.

It becomes quiet, but it’s not uncomfortable, just peaceful. Like we’d done this a million times before so there was no reason to feel strange about it.

But there was something else there too. A hidden tension or knowing that I felt like the air in my lungs, and I knew without even looking up that Nik felt it too. I could hear his heart racing.

“Hagen,” I look up in an instant.

It’s not a conscious thing– it never had the chance to be. Nikola had called, so I answered.

What I find aren’t sleepy, stormy eyes, but bright, happy ones that are filled with so much love, it brings every other thought to a complete standstill.

I hadn’t seen Nikola this happy since… well in years, before everything had gotten so messed up. Back when we were just kids and he was my favourite person, and I was his. Back when I went to see him every day, and I’d find him waiting for me on his porch step.

It’s so bright and perfect andpure, and I can barely face it. I can barely face him.

“Hagen,” he whispers again as he draws just a little closer, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Yes?”

Nik smiles a little as he gathers my hands in his, “Are you okay?”

I nod, “I’m okay.”

I was. I mean, a few minutes ago I was kind of freaking out, and extremely turned on, but then Nik had taken my hand in his and called my name and…, I was okay.

Nik opens his mouth to say something else, but then he frowns as his fingers tighten around my wrist. It’s just a little squeeze, but it’s enough for me to notice before he seems to force his grip to ease.

He takes a breath and tries again, “Do you need space this morning?”

“No.” Answering that is easy. Even with the weird shit I was feeling, I knew from experience that the very last thing I wanted, or needed, was space right now.

“Okay,” Nikola says in an attempt at casual that barely stands with the way his lips split apart. “I don’t want that either.”

I give him a look, “You never want that.”

Nikola shrugs helplessly, “No. Not from you.”

And there my traitorous heart goes, jumping for attention as though it wanted to fly out of me and snuggle up to Nik.

“Well, since we’re both okay and the world is still spinning, I’m going to go clean up.”

Nikola frowns, clearly not liking that idea, but the cum was starting to flake more on me and I had my limits.

“You’re cleaned up now, and I’ve got spit on my face.” Alarm invades Nik’s features as he quickly diverts his attention to my mouth. His grip on me loosens a little. I smile. “I’ll go wash it off, and then you can wash off yours.”

Nikola immediately slaps a hand to his face as his magic conjures a mirror before him. While he searches his face for something so blasphemous as mucous, I slip from the bed and head to the bathroom with a smile on my face.

“My face is clean!” Nikola calls after me.

“Yeah, I know,” I reply, laughing, and a heavy sigh follows me, along with a familiar chuckle that has my heart soaring.

—————

I don’t take long in the bathroom. I never really did, but today, I’d wanted to take a long, hot shower. But I couldn’t when some new anxiousness began to creep up my shoulders.

Whatever it is, it seems to get Nikola too, because not too long after he heads into the bathroom, he rushes out of it.

When he comes out, he looks like he does every day– flawlessly ready without a visible hair out of place. It’s his eyes that reveal a quiet unease that mirrored mine.

“You waited for me?”

I glance down, suddenly all too aware of the fact that I’d sat myself down on my bed and waited right here while Nik had showered. I should’ve been looking for breakfast or at the very least, scrolling through my phone, but no, I’d just waited right here for him like some lost puppy.

But I couldn’t admit to that. No, Nikola already looked way too pleased with himself at the thought.

“Yeah, you make breakfast,” I say as I fold my legs under me. “I’m waiting on my cook.”

Nikola laughs and the sound does unseemly, wonderful things to my soul as he walks towards me.

“Is that so?” he asks as he stops just before me.

“That’s what I said,” I say, cocking my head back to look at him.

Nik shifts his gaze to the bed and his eyes widen a little, “You changed the sheets.”

“I’m not a heathen, Nikola,” I drawl, except I very much was.

If it was just me, I’d have left the bed in its ruffled state and gotten around to changing the sheets eventually. But it wasn’t just me here anymore.

Nik liked things prim and proper, and since I’d invited him to live with me, I’d be a dick not to at least make sure he was comfortable while he was here.

So yeah, I’d changed the sheets, made the bed up, and had the dirty ones already tumbling in the washer. For me, it wasn’t a big deal.

But Nik was looking at me as if it were. He was also looking at me as if I’d hung the Moon, which was making the dormant swarm of butterflies that had taken up residence in my stomach flutter to life.

“So, what’s for breakfast?” I ask as I slide from the bed.

Nik eyes me before deciding to indulge me, “I can make you pancakes and bacon.”

“Oh, that sounds good,” I beam as I spin and head for the kitchen, “I’ll make some hot chocolate to go with it.”

“I’ll prepare some fruit too,” Nik proposes from behind me.

“You have a fruit problem,” I declare.

“Maybe, but Hagen?”

I turn, “Yea— Mhmm!”

Nikola’s lips slam into mine, forceful and claiming just like last night, and just like that, I’m at his mercy all over again.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull my mate in and shudder hard when he does the same to me. We stumble a bit but Nik keeps us upright, holding me tight against him while his lips slide over mine, tasting and opening me up with cruel ease.

I moan against his lips when his fingers dig into my hips and then tug me close to grind our hard cocks together.

Then his tongue is in my mouth and I feel my eyes roll behind my eyelids.

Breakfast forgotten, Nik kisses me like he owns me, as if he already knew every way to take me apart, and I let him. I let him because, like this, it feels so good, soright.

He pulls back so we can breathe, but we stay locked tight together, each shattered breath shared. I open my eyes and meet a greyed, reckless force of desire waiting for me that makes my balls tighten.

I liked Nikola like this. I liked the way he looked when he was exposed and messed up instead of perfect.

I liked being the one to make him that way even more.

“I’ve been waiting all morning to do that,” he groans against my lips. “To taste you again.”

“Were you?” I ask with feigned innocence that sparks a purple instead of grey stare as my fingers dig into his hair.

I didn’t know, in fact, and I sure as shit didn’t know why I said that, but when we were like this, it was so easy to just be. There was no room to think of what to say or what I was supposed to do– Nik made sure of that– so I just did, and the result was a boldness I’d never known before.

It was like Nik unleashed something in me whenever we were together like this– a playfulness that only responded to him, and I wasn’t afraid of it.

“Hagen,” Nikola groans, tone slightly scolding. It sends goosebumps racing up my arms as he pulls me closer, but we were already as close as could be. There was no more space between us, but he still held me as if there was, and my dicklovedthat.

Nik kisses me again, in fleeting but constant pecks that turn me into mush. I wait for each one and shiver when they come, like little jolts of pleasure meant to sustain me forever.

It might’ve if Nik didn’t suddenly draw back to look at me. I frown as he watches me closely– thoughtfully. It’s calculative, which makes no sense to me until I spot the slight worry he tries to mask.

Worry because this was new, not just for me, but for him. It’s then that I realise that just as I’d felt lost after last night– worried and panicked– Nik might’ve been feeling it too.

After all, up until now, we’d kept going back and forth no matter how hard we tried. But last night, it was as if we found a rhythm for the first time, and the results had been… well, fucking amazing. Overwhelming, and slightly terrifying when I thought about it for too long, but mostly just amazing.

Was he as scared as I was to lose that?

Gathering my courage, I clear my throat and pin my mate with a look, “You left marks last night.”

Nik frowns a little, clouded confusion blocking out his worry for a moment.

“All over my neck,” I continue before I stretch my head back for him to see. “Bites like a fucking caveman.”

Nikola lifts a hand to trace the skin and even though his touch is gentle, the feel of his slender fingers over my veins makes my pulse turn erratic.

“I don’t see anything,” he replies with a deepening frown.

“They must’ve healed already,” I state with a shrug. “Next time, you’ll see them.”

Nik’s eyes immediately dart to mine, first with fire, then caution and then finally,finally, explosive desire.

“Next time,” he growls as he takes hold of my chin and leans in close to scrape his teeth along my jaw. “There will be a next time, pup?”

“Fuck,” my eyes fall close as pleasure overwhelms me, driving itself into every crevice of my body at that one little word.

I shouldn’t have liked it– I didn’t! I fucking hated it. Hated that he kept calling me that when he was five years younger than me, and I hated that he refused to stop even when I told him to. But every time he said it, my cock leaked without fail and my brain switched off.

“Pup,” Nikola repeats while he kisses my skin, licking and biting and claiming. “I asked you a question.” He slips his mouth over mine, “Will there be a next time?”

“Fuck, Nik,” I groan as my hips rock, driving the perfect friction up my length and drawing a moan from me. “That depends.”

“On?” he questions even as his hand slips past my waistband and takes my leaking cock in hand.

I gasp, knees wobbling at the firm grip and the electric want it sends racing up my spine.

“On?” he asks again as he begins to stroke me painfully slow. It’s nothing like last night where he’d made me cum so quickly. This time, he drags it out, as though he’s learning me.

“That depends on,” I breathe, deeply trying to focus, “how I feel.”

Nik pauses, his grey eyes shifting between mine as he seems to remember the pattern we’d found yesterday. I allowed it first, and then he could do as he pleased.

I wait, wondering if that was a one-time thing to him. It couldn’t be. Before yesterday, every intimate moment between us had been intoxicating, but always so strained before and after. I knew it was my fault, I didn’t know how tobewith Nikoal, but then we had and—

It couldn’t be a one-time thing.

But before I can worry myself of that possibility, the corners of Nikola’s lips twitch before they spread wide, and then he’s kissing the corner of my mouth reverently.

“Okay,” he replies as his hand starts moving again. “I’ll wait to see how you feel then, but for now,” his grip on my cock tightens, “I want to see you cum again, pup.”

Oh Goddess

I bury the desperate moan that tries to make itself known and instead say, “I want to see you try,”

Nikola’s eyes glow, his magic slides over every inch of my being and any other thoughts that didn’t link to my mate, turn into absolutely nothing.

—–———

You know how you’re not supposed to touch fire extinguishers because if you do, the water will come spraying out and it’s like, impossible to close it again?

Actually, I’m not sure if that’s a fact or just the shit I’ve seen on Looney Tunes, but I’m pretty sure there are certain taps that you’re not supposed to touch— like ever.

Nikola had always been like that tap to me.

Something you probably shouldn’t touch without the right tools because if you did, shit would come bursting out and you wouldn’t know how to fucking close it.

We hadn’t figured out how to close it.

“Nik,” I groan against his now familiar lips.

“What?” he snaps, ignoring the hands I hand against his chest to suck on my neck.

I didn’t really have anything to say. I just knew we should stop, but I didn’t even want to.

It was like I’d been drugged since the night we’d collided and realised how perfect of a fit our bodies were when they came together. And in my lust-filled state, I didn’t care about the hardness between Nik’s legs or the past of the man it was attached to.

I just wanted more.

Today, we’d been making out on the couch for forever, which was way longer than I should’ve been indulging at my age, but I just couldn’t help it.

Nik looked at me or called my name, and I lost all composure.

I forgot all my former hangups– still present hangups really, and just let him—

Nik’s canines snag on my lip, pinching the delicate flesh until I wince and draw back with a scowl. “What the fuck?!”

“Stop thinking so much,” he replies cooly before he slips his fingers through my hair and seals our lips together again.

I moan, melting into the cushions as his weight keeps me plastered to it, unable to move or think or— No! No fucking way!

Taking a fistful of Nikola’s hair, I tug his head back and force him to part from my lips so I was freed from his witchy-woo-woo spell.

The moment our eyes catch, frustration fills his, but I ignore it, “Weren’t we supposed to go do some weaving this week?”

Nik frowns above me, clearly not a fan of the interruption, but he answers, “Yes.”

“And?” I prompt. “When is it?”

“Soon.”

I scowl at him but he remains frustratingly quiet.

“I need a day, Nikola,” I reply patiently. “And a time, maybe. So I can work it around my plans.”

“You don’t have plans,” Nik replies with vexing certainty.

Yeah, so maybe I didn’t have plans, but what if I did?!

“Telling you would ruin it, so don’t worry about it,” Nik states simply before he slides his hand under my shirt to tease at my nipples. I hiss and his eyes light knowingly. “Just worry about being good for me, pup.”

By Goddess and the plains.

I was not a nipple-play guy before Nikola. I’d always known nipples weren’t a pleasure spot reserved only for straight guys, so I’d given the things a few tugs and let a girlfriend or two bite them, but nothing had ever clicked. They might as well have been dead, which had been fine with me– I’d had my dick after all.

But then Nik had come along and now….

“Angh!” I jolt as he flicks them while working his tongue over my scent glands. My toes curl and I bow into him. “More.”

Nikola doesn’t bother making a game of it and I’m grateful. He just twists them and reacquaints his mouth to the areas he’d been feasting on for days.

We rock and kiss lazily, happily drugged on one another until a sudden sharp knock thuds against the front door.

We freeze a breath apart, Nikola with anger in his eyes and me, with surprise and increasing alarm because only a few people bothered knocking when they came to my place.

“Hagen?!?” Ruben shouts from outside the door. “Open this fucking door before I break it in!”

“If you’re dead in there, I’m going to kill you!” Max follows, and then there’s more of Jasper’s pounding.

“Open up, Hagen!”

Fuck….

———-

This shit about to get so juicy!!!!!

Thoughts?????

Thoughts on the morning after?? On the progress we’re seeing between these two??? Of the friends showing up?!

I know they’ve met Nikola before, but this time, they’re more intimate and I’m sure Hagen’s neck looks insane.

Also, I know it might be surprising to see how well Hagen is doing, but they’ve had like a million ups and downs, and sometimes we let ourselves just enjoy the moment. So don’t worry, there’s plenty of room for angst!

For Patreon, voting closes tomorrow for July’s extras. I am still trying to sort out the issues for those who can’t access the content, but if you haven’t already, try updating your payment method – that’s worked for most people.

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