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Heaving loudly you finally take a seat on the asphalt as the protofield dissipates.

“Fuck…” you softly curse to yourself as you put down your guns, your hands still shake from the adrenaline pumped into your body to kill the numerous Wanderers, it is then that you feel your phone ringing.

You frown and take it out, only to see that Sylus is calling you. Confused, you accept it and put the phone to your ear.

“Where have you been?” Typical Sylus — No ‘hello’ no, nothing, just straight to the chase, if he weren't handsome you would have punched him in the nose a long time ago. Not that you wouldn't punch him if he deserved it either way but it'd be a shame to destroy that face. It was his main selling point and you deemed yourself magnanimous.

“I have a job, you do know that, right?” You still gasp a little, but it's better than before. You feel yourself calm down, bit by bit, as Sylus’s velvet voice slips in your ear.

“You'd think you'd be a bit more careful when fighting the Wanderers if you liked your job,” You frown and look around to see if Sylus is around you, watching because how else would he know that you were winded up from fighting too long.

“Are you watching me again?” Sylus chuckles and the soft laughter makes you blush and annoyed at the same time.

Sylus always has that effect on you, good and bad at the same time, and you're left bereft, unable to understand the sheer depth of feelings that Sylus can entice from you.

“I have better things to do than follow you like a lost puppy, sweetie.”

You roll your eyes at the passive-aggressive nickname which sounds both adoring and mocking in Sylus’s voice.

“It's not everyday that the leader of Onichynus calls himself a mutt.”

The retort comes to you naturally as you lean your head against the wall behind you. It's probably grimy but you can't begin to care, you take the gun in your free hand just in case, it anchors you.

Sylus laughs, short and dark and you touch your ears unsurprised at how warm they had gotten but you don't let it show on your face or how Sylus's genuine reactions affect you.

Sylus said that he wasn't watching but you can never be too sure when it comes to him.

“Cave canem, kitten, this one bites.”

You feel yourself beginning to smile at that but sigh instead, unwilling to let Sylus even have a hint of your actual thoughts, “Why did you call me Sylus?”

The next thing he says shakes you to your core, “I need you.”

You almost choke on your breath, and stare at the phone in astonishment, but Sylus’s charming laugh comes through after a pause as you’re too shocked to reply, “For an event. I need you for an event,” he clarifies and you feel dumb for thinking otherwise.

Sylus picks up on your silence.

“What else were you thinking about, kitten?” And his voice has taken that sultry sheen which it does whenever he wants to tease or rile you up.

“Nothing.” You reply, and it comes off as terse, which definitely makes you seem suspicious, Sylus however has the grace for once to let it go, plainly wanting to talk about important things.

“What event?”

“A gala, once again you are to be my date,” You frown, for an unruly and dangerous place like N109 the place held way too many events for your taste.

“You mean the bait.”

The last event you had accompanied Sylus with was for the aether core that still mingles with your Evol, giving you power, and energy.

“Oh? Has the kitten finally become smart?” Sylus teases you once again and you huff in annoyance.

“Why me? Surely there are prettier and less busy baits in the N109 zone,”

“You're the perfect bait. And with another girl you know I'd have to teach them the ropes. I am not a patient man. I detest cumbersome things.”

You roll your eyes and look up at the starry sky that's somehow still visible even with the shadows of the looming buildings all around you.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, be here before nightfall.” It's no longer a request you realize, Sylus just gave you an order. You bite your lips at that, wondering if it's something of a problem that you don't seem to mind when Sylus orders you around.

“What would I even need to do?” Sylus hums, as if he hadn't thought this far, but you know he's just pretending.

“Be the eye-candy, of course,” You're beginning to wonder if this is all just a ploy on Sylus's part so that he may be able to see you quicker since the two of you haven't met in a while. And you ask him much the same thing.

“Are you hoping I’d answer yes?”

“I’m hanging up.” Sylus huffs shortly and you can imagine his smile right in front of your eyes and perhaps this should mean that you're too exhausted right then but Sylus must have been in a good mood because you’ve not heard him this jovial ever.

“Wear something pretty.” He then says, you get suspicious of his motives.

“Why? Would they throw me out if I came wearing my hunter association uniform?”

“Yes.” He lightly replies and you can feel a pout forming on your face. You wanted him to answer differently but you did not know what you were expecting from the leader of Onichynus.

Sylus, however, as always, picks up on your thoughts and hums thoughtfully after a beat, “Not that I would let them,” you raise your eyebrows in pleasant surprise.

“What would you do if they tried?”

“Do you not know?” He asks, mysterious but you shiver as a sliver of fear creeps up over your spine. You remember your first meeting with Sylus and how he had disintegrated a man in front of your eyes without even breaking a sweat, you are once again reminded that the man who calls you pet names, invites you to events is a very, very dangerous man.

You sigh heavily, your feelings conflicted again, on one hand you do appreciate the man; you wouldn’t have been able to find the aether core, you wouldn't have had the experiences that you look back on now with fondness — and on the other side of the spectrum, Sylus is not a person you can just be with willy-nilly.

Everything about him is dangerous, his Evol, the place he lives in, the deals he conducts, the people he interacts with — all of those things should be a blaring red siren but instead they just make him all the more intriguing. And red does look good on him.

“I'll be there. No promises on the dress though,”

You think that Sylus would get angry but instead his voice has gotten soft again, as if he's embarrassed about what he has to say next, “You can come here right now and change dresses here.”

You are taken aback and repeatedly blink in confusion, you are about to ask him what does that even mean when he promptly says goodbye and hangs up and you're left with your mouth open in shock, staring at your phone like someone who has gone off the rockers.

You sigh with annoyance this time and take out the red brooch Sylus had given you, it hums with energy when you touch it, glowing red, much like Sylus’s eyes and you can't help but smile at that, the warmth of Sylus's Evol somehow brushing against your own.

You take the brooch with you everywhere, it has become somewhat of a lucky charm for you, you'd rub it, let the red glow calm you down before a big hunter operation, and you'd even let the sensation of Sylus's Evol lull you to sleep at night. You know you shouldn't, it's wrong, you were just deluding yourself with thoughts of an idyllic, improbable situation that you should stay away from but you can't help it.

Perhaps Sylus's recklessness has finally rubbed off on you.

Just then you hear the flutter of wings and when you look up, you coincidentally see a murder of crows that has suddenly descended beside you on a tree — the black birds used to scare you but they just remind you of Sylus now. Groaning, you get up, the way to N109 is long and perilous, it would do you good to set off early.

You'd ask Sylus about the dress situation eventually.

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“You're back!” Luke and Kieran chorus as you step inside Sylus’s mansion and you laugh at their antics as they jump over themselves to come close and greet you.

They never touch you though, ‘perhaps they're forbidden to do so,’ you think to yourself.

You nod, and even though you feel exhausted your nod matches their enthusiasm.

“You're here for the gala tonight, right?” Luke asks and you know it's him because of the way he bounces on his feet in excitement. You nod again.

“We've drawn you a bath and your clothes are in your room.” Kieran lets you know and you almost groan in relief, trust Kieran to be your life saver. You smile and walk towards your room.

And, sure enough, a warm bath awaits you. Before that though, you look around, wondering where Sylus had run off to again, you had thought that he'd be waiting for you in your room but he's nowhere to be seen.

Just then you hear the ever familiar shrill cry of the most annoying crow in existence.

Mephisto is perched on a stand which are placed everywhere in the mansion, even in the room Sylus designated for you which you would have preferred not to be there but you can't win every time.

“Hello, Mephisto. Where is your master?” You feel silly talking to a bird and then that embarrassment dissolves into anger as Mephisto looks at you with a bored look and cleans its own wings, not even deigning you with a response.

You huff and roll your eyes, to hell with the damned bird and his damned master. You suddenly feel like strangling the bird, since you can't exactly strangle its master, no matter how hard you try. You want to be done with it once and for all and while you're mulling over the ethics of that wish, Sylus materializes beside you.

“I'd appreciate it if you didn't kill my bird. I'm quite fond of this menace.” You startle but quickly cover that reaction so that Sylus doesn't see it. Sylus walks up to Mephisto and rubs the crow’s chin to which the bird trills happily and goes right back to cleaning its wings.

“I would not have done that…” You mutter darkly, still glaring at the crow and Sylus gives you a — ‘are you sure about that?’ — look.

“Where were you?” You can't stop yourself from asking and Sylus smirks as he folds his hands against his chest.

His arm muscles flex and you have to stop yourself from looking away with a blush.

“I do have a job, you know?” He repeats what you had told him on the phone, mocking you, you grit your teeth and huff.

Just then you remembered what you had meaning to ask ever since the call in the alleyway. You start to open your mouth when Sylus gestures for you to keep quiet and surprisingly you follow his silent order, worried that there's something wrong before Sylus takes you by the hand and leads you to the armoire in the room.

It cannot be called a simple cupboard as it is made with dark wood and carved intricately. You're confused until Sylus leaves his grip on your wrist and opens to show you two beautiful dresses carefully kept inside. One's red and the other black.

Both are inconspicuous when it comes to style but still grand and elegant at the same time, exuding an air of opulence just by existing. There is a serpentine design on both laden in with precious gems as they shimmer and glitter when light reflects from them. And you think that if you stare a bit longer the snake on the dress may start to move eventually.

It isn't a backless dress but there is a high thigh slit and kept beside the dresses you notice there's a gun holster. 'Made of leather,' you assume, as it also shines in the light.

You look at Sylus with your mouth open and eyebrows raised enough to escape your forehead altogether.

“Careful kitten, close your mouth or you'll swallow a fly,” and you do regain some of your wits but it's still too much.

“Sylus what —”

“For the gala, you said you didn't have anything other than your hunter uniform and so, I improvised. I would hate for me to have extra work of blowing up a building when I can easily give you these.”

You can't help but stare in bewilderment at the easy explanation and your jaw falls to the floor again, because in your sick delusional mind you thought that you were picking up on subtle hints that Sylus cared for you — deeply.

“I can't —” you start to say but Sylus is already getting out of the room, with a bored expression he looks back.

“Don't be a killjoy. Wear one, feel pretty. We'll meet in exactly two hours.”

So, before you can even argue with him on the needlessness of it all he closes the door behind him, leaving you alone in your room. The water in the tub is still hot and new clothes are waiting for you to try on. You sigh heavily and just get on with it, it's not like anything you could say would even manage to change Sylus's mind, it was better just to get done with it so that you could go home earlier.

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You come out of the room after exactly two hours and you're not surprised when you see Sylus waiting right beside your door — what you do double take on is the outfit Sylus had donned over the period of 2 hours.

He's wearing a maroon suit, stylish and warm — perfectly suited to the cold environment of the N109 zone. It certainly beats your dress which is sleeveless and you feel a chill running up your arm. Sylus notices you shivering however, and calmly takes off the blazer to put it on your shoulders.

You get the chance of peering at him closely as he does so and you remain quiet as you observe him in detail.

His messy silver hair is combed for once and he smells exquisite. He looks put together and more regal than ever, and perhaps more dangerous, like a snake waiting in the shadows for the correct moment to strike. You look down to your dress and feel yourself smile a little at the coincidence.

You don't know why Sylus likens himself more to a crow when he's a snake through and through, and you like snakes more than crows anyway.

“You clean up well after yourself,” you say as you fiddle with your earrings and Sylus's cinnamon scent envelops your body as you breathe in his scent exuding from the blazer.

Because of your hunter association job you usually forgo wearing any kind of earrings for the sake of convenience and safety precautions but you thought that a formal dance event required a bit of refinement. The jewellery was also very cleverly kept inside the armoire’s drawers when you rummaged through it because you were curious and they were there in a box, with Sylus's note on it saying, ‘use it.’

The jewellery was entirely maroon in colour, sparkling and the black dress you had chosen meshed very much well, it also contrasted well with Sylus's choice of suit.

Sylus reached out to grasp your ear, his thumb slowly caressing your piercings for which you had several and Sylus, by some reason knew you had multiple piercings and had given you enough earrings with variety as you wished.

You looked up at his crimson eyes, frozen and perhaps feeling a little dizzy by the absence of distance between the two of you.

“So do you,” he replies and it takes your brain several minutes to fully grasp what he was talking about.

“How did you know I had six piercings?”

Sylus smirks at that and takes his hand away from your ear — you have to physically remind yourself not to chase after the feeling of his larger, calloused warm hands — and brushes imaginary dust from his shoulder.

“I simply observed you.” You say nothing and blink at him in bewilderment a little.

“Why are you so surprised? Is observing someone that hard?”

You shake your head, “No, it's just no one has — observed me that is.”

Sylus chuckles at that, and clicks his tongue in soft admonishment as he slowly shakes his head, “You're awfully oblivious sometimes, kitten.”

You frown and start to ask what he means before he whisks you by your wrist to a limousine parked in front of Sylus’s base.

You both get in before you can question the sudden car and then you're both driving towards the venue with Luke and Kieran sitting up front with only the two of you in the back.

Sylus clears his throat and the divider between the driver and passenger side is closed so you can't even talk to the twins to make the situation less awkward and charged.

And, it is charged, like right before lightning, with your hair in your arm standing up from the sheer proximity of Sylus's body sitting beside you, looking at you with a certain emotion in his eyes that you cannot possibly fathom.

And you know that Sylus wanted the two of you to be alone, orchestrated this whole thing so that the two of you could spend time with each other.

“So, tell me — tell me the truth.”

Sylus smirks and leans his head back as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes, oozing calm and arrogance and you had no idea why you were so attracted to him, “What’s with you today? Why are you so sceptical?”

“No, what's with you?  Why are you being so —” and suddenly Sylus grasps your hand.

Your hand looks tiny compared to his and that never fails to make you feel queasy, Sylus can hurt you. He could easily crush all the bones in your body without lifting his arm, just a flick of his wrist is enough but as he brings your hand to his cheek and turns his lips towards your palm. He is always gentle with you. Adoring, almost reverent, like you were something of worship, something he had faith in.

You did not for a moment think it would be impossible for him to kneel at your feet if you so asked at the moment but could you really trust it? Could you trust his worship?

The touch of his lips makes you forget all the words you were thinking about — adorable, lovable, flirty, beautiful — he was beautiful, so very beautiful to you. His eyes opened, his long eyelashes fluttering against your palm, his red eyes gazed at you, bursting with the emotions you knew now what to name but didn't have the courage to utter out loud because what if you were wrong?

What if all of it was a game to him? And you're just the naïve kitten caught in a trap — they do say curiosity killed the cat.

“Different,” you finished.

Sylus smiled and pecked your hand again, and you couldn't stop him, “You should learn to lie better sweetheart.” Is all he uttered before you two reached the venue and he got out of the limousine first, not waiting for you.

You wondered briefly if the venue was close or if Luke and Kieran both, like their boss, ignored all speed limitations — not that N109 zone had any in the first place.

You sigh, rubbing the red brooch which was pinned to your dress and watch it flare red, humming as always with energy and get out of the car. For what it's worth, you do make a fantastic bait.

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Sylus walks in with you, your arms linked together but he doesn't look at you and neither does he say anything. Once the two of you walk in and enough people stare, Sylus walks away without any other word and you're left to your own devices.

You feel a bit bereft at Sylus's sudden cold shoulder after what transpired in the car but you don't let it hinder you, technically you're on a job and so you walk towards the bar, get yourself a drink you know you could handle and walk towards the dance floor where several people were already waltzing about in tune with the slow music.

You have no idea how such an opulent party with a live musical ensemble could exist in the N109 zone but you don't question it much. The last time you were the bait, a man had casually walked up to you and asked to buy your brooch.

And much like before, this time another man comes your way and you let him approach you, perhaps feeling a bit petty at being abandoned by Sylus when you're supposed to be his date but that was just wishful thinking on your part — you were just coming to terms that perhaps Sylus was only riling you up and you were nothing but someone expendable as long as you accomplish your purpose of being in the gala.

The man who approaches you is handsome enough, and so you don't feel bad at striking polite conversation with him. He's soft-spoken and charming in the way he smiles openly but all you could think about is Sylus’s messy silver hair and his arrogant smirks.

You're about to scream in frustration and just somehow find Luke and Kieran so that you could convince the twins to drop you off at Linkon when the man asks for a dance.

You're about to politely decline when Sylus suddenly materializes behind you. He grasps the man's hand, which he had outstretched in the old-fashioned way of asking someone to dance, and by the look of pain flitting on the man's face, crushes his fingers a little.

“I apologize but the person you're asking already has a date.”

The man cannot contain the help of pain and nods quickly before booking it out of there.

You roll your eyes and turn to face Sylus, who looks awfully proud of yourself at turning away the single chance of fun you could have had at the gala.

“I was being a good bait.” Sylus chuckles and his hands find yours again and he caresses little circles on the back of your hand.

“I don't like it when you talk with others,” he simply replies and you feel your frustration mounting yet again. He was the one who left you, without any word and now he's the one acting like you had done something bad.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, "You, Sylus, are one of the most jealous men I know,”

Sylus raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, you lean back, the two of you suddenly too close for comfort and Sylus frowns in response, he seems to stare in the depths of your soul, trying to find something, a storm of emotions raging in his scarlet eyes and you feel the aether core inside your heart hum with energy. Much like the brooch on your dress which also flares red.

Then he’s smirking as if that brief intensely emotional moment had been just a hallucination, “You know other men?”

“I know lots,” you huff and turn your head away, feeling petty.

“I'll kill them all.” He says offhandedly but it sounds like a well-meaning threat. You refuse to back down however, and glare at him.

“I don't like games, Sylus.”

You utter and gasp when Sylus snakes his free arm around your waist. You realize then that you're still wearing Sylus’s coat over your dress, in fact, everything that you were wearing currently belonged to Sylus.

That thought made you feel warm and fuzzy but doesn't exactly lessen the burnt feeling of being abandoned from before.

“I'm not playing any,” he mutters and before you can reply he's easily dragging you to the centre of the dance floor and then the two of you are dancing easily.

“Sylus!” You try to struggle but his grip on you is unwavering, his steps are confusing and you struggle to keep up lest you fall.

“Do try your best not to step on my feet this time around,” he whispers into your ear and you have to bite your lips and turn your head away so that he doesn't see your reactions.

“What are you so afraid of?” He suddenly asks, and you look back to his face, he's looking at you with naked curiosity in his eyes. You think he means the dancing but you know deep in your heart that it isn't.

“Everything,” you breathe out and close your eyes when you see Sylus leaning forward. He bumps both of your foreheads together.

“You never have to fear when I'm here.”

You refuse to get swept off your feet, you open your eyes and stare at him, unsurprised when you find him staring at you with an intensity that can rival the sun. “Tell me the truth.”

Sylus huffs and smiles. Smiles fully. You can see his teeth as he grins. Open and unabashed and he looks the most beautiful yet.

“And there's the courageous kitten I know.”

“Sylus…” you warn and yelp when he spins you and then dips you as the music ends. His hands are on the back of your neck and up, under your thigh. The touch from his hands burns you, scalding your skin with red-hot desire and want and yearning.

You weren't even paying attention to the fact that the two of you were still on the dance floor, swaying to the rhythm of the music, unnaturally focused on just Sylus and his beautiful eyes.

Sylus smirks and noses your chin as he slowly pulls you upright. “Do you want me to tell it to you straight?”

You feel yourself nod and Sylus looks into your eyes, his crimson ones are sparkling with love, so much love that you feel breathless. Your heart feels heavy in your chest but you don't shy away from his gaze and he gives you a soft smile in response. A smile that reaches his eyes. Crinkling at the corners.

“There is no love as pure as mine.” He whispers and it sounds like a vow. A promise set in stone. The brooch and the aether core in your heart both hum with energy at the same time and you can hear your blood rushing through your body.

Sylus slides his hand up your arm to touch the brooch and you feel the warmth of his Evol warming your skin even through the fabric of the dress. “Whenever you touch this and rub it for luck, I can feel it. I know all about your attachment to this. To my energy, to me. I know how many days you've fallen asleep with it in your hands, letting my Evol keep you warm throughout the cold nights,” he's still whispering and you whisper back, afraid to break the fragile moment.

“You felt it? Where?” You ask, you're not exactly surprised to hear that he could feel it whenever you rubbed the brooch, because you know it was weird that whenever you did so you could feel Sylus's Evol, mingling with your aether core and he slowly brings your hand to his chest; you can feel his thunderous heartbeat. Practically leaping out of his chest.

“Where do you think?” He raises an eyebrow, nonchalant or so he acts but it doesn't count as much when under your fingertips his heart struggles to erupt out of his rib cage.

You can't help but giggle.

It wasn't a game. It had never been a game for him.

“Was it necessary to tell me all of this in a gala and ask me out only to call me bait?” You tease him and he sighs and rolls his eyes as both of his hands circle your waist.

“I’m shy,” he finally says and you laugh, he smirks along with you.

“I'm not,” and that's all the warning you give him before grasping his collar and yanking him for a kiss.

You don't care that people must be staring at the two of you. All you want is him.

And, everything is worth it. Every bit of loathing, hate, frustration was worth it.

It's incredible, you feel complete — you feel both of your heartbeats synching, a perfect harmony as both of your Evols mingle and you can feel the aether core inside you singing in delight.

By the feeling of Sylus's hands digging into your waist, you know he feels it too — the complete resonance their souls have with each other — either of you is incomplete without the other. Your souls are made for each other.

The energy that resides in both of your bodies is made up of the same stone, the same asteroid from outer space that broke off into two.

He sighs into the kiss and you can't help but smile against his lips. Your hands wound around his neck as Sylus automatically tilts his head to try and deepen the kiss and you're about to let the tide of desire pull you away from shore, forever marooned and you're just about to ask him to take the both of you home right now when you hear a loud crash.

The both of you pull apart as you see the gleam of blood-lust in Sylus's eyes and you groan in fond frustration.

“Don't tell me the talk about being the bait was true!” You yell as you rest your forehead against his. Bumping him in the process a little.

Sylus chuckles and rubs at your lips with his thumb which are wet with his saliva, “You do make the perfect bait.”

Before you can scream at him again or kiss him again, the building rattles dangerously, people are screaming bloody murder around the two of you, running away, almost a stampede situation and now you have no choice but to sigh and take out your gun from the holster tied to your thigh.

“We'll finish what we started after we kill the wanderers.” You mutter darkly as you take the safety off the gun.

Sylus laughs, delighted and leans in for a searing kiss again. “Yes. Always.”

Then you're both running off towards the epicentre of chaos.

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As soon as the two of you are finished with the mission, both of you are panting but there's a smile on your faces.

You both look at each other, and despite the chaos around you with the building burning and people shouting their hearts out, you quickly put your gun back into your holster and rush towards Sylus.

Unhindered, you fall into his arms and surge forwards to take him into a kiss again.

The same feeling of completeness surges within you as you clutch Sylus more desperately, and Sylus also pulls you closer to him. You gasp as your bodies make contact and you wonder to yourself how in the hell you had somehow managed this long without Sylus touching you like this  — you felt parched and the only thing that soothed the burn within your body was the feel of Sylus's tongue against yours, and his large hands roaming on your body.

One of his hands slides from your waist to the back of your neck which he grasps. His grip is bruising and you can't help but moan at the pleasant feeling that elicits from you. Meanwhile Sylus teeth bite and nip at your lips and tongue, and you can only open your mouth willingly and let him set the pace for now. He rolls both of your tongue together and the wet muscles slide against each other, saliva and lust dripping from your mouth to his and back to you.

You can feel yourself tasting copper in your mouth but you can't care enough about that as Sylus keeps rhythmically squeezing the nape of your neck and releasing that pressure like waves on a beach.

Your hands find their way into Sylus's silver hair and you're not disappointed at the feel, it is as you had imagined time and time again. Soft and silky strands slip through your fingers before you tighten your hold on them and pull Sylus away from your lips. Sylus doesn't yell, nor does he get angry, instead he groans and suddenly you realize how badly you want him — with such desperation that you scan your surroundings for any sign of other life.

Sylus notices your frantic scanning and chuckles, you whip to glare at Sylus but rather than open his pretty mouth — which is all red and swollen from the kiss you both shared — he dips down to your neck and starts kissing and biting at the skin available there.

You gasp and tighten your hold in Sylus's hair but that doesn't deter him, instead, he gets more enthusiastic and sucks a dark red bruise on your neck that you know would be a prominent hickey in no time. You don't stop him, wanting his mark on you. A claim to show the world that the leader of Onichynus belongs to you, and only you. Sylus's tongue licks long stripes against your neck like a dog and you can't imagine how but it turns you on more than you've ever been in your life.

“Sylus,” you pant and try to get the man holding onto you for dear life to listen to some sense. Sylus doesn't budge, instead his mouth skims your chin and then bites your earlobes, licking across your numerous piercings, you groan and then you have to take a necessary second to pull Sylus's mouth off you with considerable effort. When you finally get him off and gaze at him, he looks dangerous. Rabid and feral like a wild beast let lose upon the unsuspecting world. And he is all yours.

Pupils dilated and shining with that same maniacal energy he gets when he's in a fight but this gaze is locked onto you as the target and you shiver at the thought of what is to come and the fact that you want it to continue. You want it so bad you're unsure if you've ever wanted anything else other than this in this exact moment with Sylus more.

“Home. Now.” Sylus seems to come to his senses at that, you don't know if it's because you basically ordered him to get a hold of himself or that he is as eager as you for a soft bed after the exhausting fight or a mixture of both but he nods, clears his throat, cracks his necks and like a gentlemen, takes you by the hand to take you to the car.

Luke and Kieran wait but they say nothing as Sylus glares at that, and by some sort of telepathic connection they leave the two of you alone. The divider is closed as before but now there's music playing in the car, loudly, that would make it hard for the twins to hear anything that would transpire behind their backs.

You look at Sylus with an unimpressed look, eyebrow raised and he just shrugs.

“I didn't expect this from them either. They must have picked up on the cues though,”

You frown, “What cues?”

And Sylus snorts as his hands come into contact with your lips, they press on a cut and you hiss in pain, ‘the motherfucker,’ you think vehemently, lustfully, ‘he bit me.’

“You look like you've been kissed quite thoroughly, beloved.” and the new nickname from Sylus's mouth warms you that you can't help but lean forwards to capture Sylus's mouth in a sweet peck yet again.

He annoys you, to hell and back but you can't help being completely enamoured with him.

It doesn't stay as an innocent peck though, as Sylus is a greedy man and he reaches to take your neck and pulls you more towards him, pulling your body enough that as the car moves you've fully shifted onto Sylus's lap.

Your legs are on either side of his thighs and you can obviously feel Sylus's hard on through your undergarments and Sylus's clothes.

You both kiss languidly, the intensity of the kisses has died down a little but that changes when you shift a little and jostle Sylus's dick accidentally. Sylus moans and leans his head back on the car seat.

A soft, “Fuck…” slips from his lips and it makes you drunk with the amount of power you have over the infamous leader of Onichynus. You giggle and lick into Sylus's mouth as you move again and this time Sylus stills you with a bruising grip on your hips.

“You should stop playing with fire if you don't want to get burnt, beloved.” And the sweet pet name puts you in a fabulous mood as you caress Sylus's smooth, clean-shaven, pale face with your hands.

“But I like the fire.” You purposefully make your voice have a lilt as you feel yourself growing bold and with no thoughts inside your head, just Sylus, you lean forward, lick Sylus's ear and nibble on his earlobe. Much like he had done a bit ago. Sylus groans and his hands slide rhythmically up and down your body before his thumbs find your perk nipples.

They're hard and can be seen through the dress at that point, Sylus leans forward and stares at the clothes buds before one singular hand reaches behind and undoes your bra with a singular motion.

You gasp and glare at Sylus, “How did you do that?”

Sylus smirks and leans into the touch of your hand that is still caressing his face. “Practice makes a man perfect.”

You feel bitter jealousy rise up within you as you suddenly grab Sylus cheeks, tight but not enough for it to actually hurt. “Don't speak of others when I'm here on your lap.”

Sylus laughs and pulls you closer to him by your hips, he nips at your fingers and looks up at you with so much naked love in his eyes for you that you feel embarrassed at your sudden petty jealous tirade.

“And you called me jealous earlier. Not to worry, beloved. I belong to you.” You feel yourself melting at Sylus's easy admission but you don't dare to let him off the hook so easily and you tilt your head slightly and smirk.

“Do you?”

Sylus nods, unnaturally puppy-like — which would be a false comparison because Sylus was no puppy.  He was a beast, born to hunt prey, to kill. To get things his way, a wild, feral thing and here he was, under you, looking at you like you had stolen the sun and stars for him. Under your control, only yours.

“Every part of me belongs solely to you.”

You smile, slow and satisfied. “Then you better show it to me,”

You challenge, to which he responds by leaning forward and kissing and licking your collar bones. You hum, pleased with his enthusiasm as you take off your bra completely, feeling stifled because of it already.

And once you do, Sylus leans back and looks at you deeply before leaning forward and nuzzling his face against your chest. His nose brushes against your buds and you can't smother the giggle. Sylus scrunches his nose at that, misunderstanding your laugh as you mocking him and nips at your nipple, you gasp at the sudden pain unfurling within you at the hint of sharp canine teeth. Even with the dress material in the way, Sylus’s teeth aren't to be played with.

It makes you dizzy a bit, however, to imagine what he'd do when there are no clothes between the two of you.

Before you can get to it though, the car stills and you realize that you can lay down on a bed soon. Leaning down to initiate a messy kiss, you pull back after a few seconds and frantically reach for the door to get out.

Before you can step out, Sylus uses his Evol to suspend you mid air and then deposit you in his waiting arms as he princess-carries you to his room.

“This wasn't necessary,” you mutter, blushing hard as you watch Luke and Kieran fucking off to god knows where and you have no choice but to hide your face in Sylus's chest when you remember that you're bra-less and not exactly in a decent state.

“Will you please let me have my moment?” You shake your head and childishly stick your tongue out which Sylus uses to his advantage to kiss you again.

You groan when he puts you back down on your feet and against the door of his room, still kissing you. The sound of the two of you exchanging saliva suddenly becomes too loud but you don't shy away, you can't, not when you're finally faced with the enormity of your desire.

You moan prettily and lean your head back when Sylus breaks from the kiss, only to suck bruises on your neck again as his hands make their way to your nipples again and his leg slides in between your legs. And you feel yourself throb and leak at his easy manhandling of you, completely at his mercy.

“Sylus,” you breathe out, broken and heaving and Sylus looks up only to smirk, 'he is in control,' you realize and you want him broken, but there's enough time to experiment all you want later, for now you just want him to get on with it.

"Do you hear yourself? Such pretty moans," his thumb slides inside your mouth and you can't do much but keep your mouth open and let him slide his fingers on your tongue.

His dilated pupils that have turned almost black by now, pinning you, leaving you unbearably hot. "You should only say my name like this, beloved, I'm afraid if this pretty voice ever sings for someone else, I might have to kill you."

You groan and pant, breaths coming in gasps as you feel Sylus's Evol encircle your neck and squeeze dangerously, but you're not afraid, you would have been at one point in your life, however, now you know how achingly Sylus desires you. How his love is all-encompassing. He cannot control his feelings for you and you want it. You want to drown in that tempestuous sea.

"I won't if you get on with it already," you gasp, taking your mouth away from Sylus's fingers and the ropes of energy squeeze once more before they loosen.

Sylus seems amused at your defiance and he steps back — and you're suddenly anxious that Sylus will leave but — he begins stripping at once, as invested into the whole affair as you but you couldn't let opportunity go to waste as you rush forwards and fumble with his belt to take his pants off yourself while he tries to unbutton his expensive branded shirt. He laughs at your over eager hands but doesn't push you away, and you think that he would let you do anything if you so wished at that moment.

Perhaps any moment. Forever. 

Sylus forgets about unbuttoning his shirt and simply vanishes it away with his Evol, his hands instead wounding behind you to unzip your dress. You also manage to take off his belt and his pants drop by themselves as you step out from your dress too, standing in front of Sylus in only your pants and he is in much the same position.

The both of you take a two second break to admire each other before you both reach forwards to touch each other's naked body. Your fingers caress Sylus's smooth sculpted abs while he stared transfixed at your breasts, his thumbs brushing against your nipples, soft and hesitant.

You lean up to take Sylus's neck by one hand to bring him to a bruising kiss while your other hand grows bold and slips to Sylus's boxers, fingers playing with the waistband, dipping in a bit, feeling around his happy trail before sliding back out, not giving him what he wants that easily.

Your boldness makes his hesitations vanish away too as he takes hold of your breasts firmly and squeezes. You groan at the feel of his hands into the kiss as you bite and pull at his lips and your hand keeps playing with his waistband.

Suddenly he's guiding you backwards against the door again and pulling away from the kiss only to lean down with a single-minded focus on your breasts.

You smirk upon seeing his feral expression and brush his messy silver hair away from his eyes. So that you can gaze deeply into them as you laud over him the power he has willingly provided to you, right at your feet.

“Is my puppy hungry?” You ask, feeling insane and smirk when Sylus glares at you little.

When Sylus leans down to bite down hard on your perk bud you know you deserved it, but you can't exactly complain when it feels marvellous when Sylus uses his teeth on your body, followed by his tongue licking the bitten area like a dog licking wounds, trying to soothe you in the only way it knows how.

Sylus then earnestly takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks, bites and licks while he fondles the other breast with his hand, pinching the bud with his fingers and making you hiss with both pain and pleasure mixing together.

You don't know who's making sounds like they're dying but you also recognize the fact that it just might be you. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the minute, throbbing for Sylus but all you can do is hold onto Sylus's neck and let him have his way with you — hungry puppies do need to get their fill.

Sylus pulls away from your right nipples with a pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your red, swollen and thoroughly bitten nipple. Sylus licks his lips like a beast done with its dinner. “I love the noises you're making,” he confesses and you smile.

Before the demons in your head take over and you grasp Sylus's chin to lean down and whisper into his ear.

“You’ll like me better when I'm choking around your dick.”

Sylus groans, loudly at that as he leans up and hides his face into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, you're going to be the death of me.”

You laugh at the total resignation you can hear from that admission, as well as Sylus's fondness reverberating through your bones. You don't know what possessed you to say such things but you can't exactly begin to regret a thing that's obviously riling up Sylus even more.

“You better fuck me quickly before you die then,” you shrug with an unimpressed look which finally brings out Sylus's ire as he uses his Evol again, but this time to lock your hands above your head before leaning forwards and kissing you.

It can't be called a kiss exactly, it was all teeth and Sylus trying to push his tongue down your throat as much he could, you take it all however, shimmying your body to feel his closer to yours.

Sylus doesn't tease, and you can count your lucky stars about that fact as he rubs against you. And in no time you both are moving against each other with a rhythm, that's slowly picking up.

Both of you are heaving with the exertion that was piling on top of your fight with Wanderers a few moments ago but there was no way you could stop now and so here you both were, dry humping each other like animals in heat because you couldn't get enough of each other. Sylus's control on his Evol falters as he grows more frantic with frotting against you and you wound your hands around his neck the instant you're free and Sylus uses that opportunity to take hold of one your thighs and open it to the side so that there's less obstruction in the way of the both of you chasing friction against each other. Almost picking you up by your legs but not exactly.

You kiss in between heaving and put your foreheads together, your hot breaths mingling with each other. You're too wet and almost close to coming and by the sound of Sylus's grunts and groans he was too.

You whisper Sylus's name repeatedly, a mantra, a prayer to the devil as you bring him closer to you and rub harder against him, Sylus also put his lips to the crook of your neck and mouths at the skin there as he pushes you hard against the wooden door to rub desperately against you, chasing his release even though his dick is still inside his boxers and his hands haven't even strayed to either of your nether regions.

Yet, both of you are desperate for each other, the mere sight of your naked bodies was enough to make the two of you rut against each other, all thoughts of properly fucking on the bed long gone from either of your minds as Sylus thrusts against you, dry. Your back is digging into the wooden door behind you but all you can feel is Sylus's clothed dick rubbing against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure against your spine and drenching your panties wet, as well as Sylus's boxers.

And after a few seconds Sylus groans right into your ears, his rhythm stuttering as he thrusts so hard against you that you slide up the door a little before he's coming against you and you rub yourself against his jerking cock nestled so close to your wet pussy that you're sure you can slide it into your without necessary preparation but then you're coming too.

Screaming, you hold onto Sylus's frame for dear life as your thighs tremble and you feel yourself clench against nothing. You don't feel satiated however. You want more, so much more.

You pull Sylus away from you by his hair and he makes a whining sound that has you smiling at him before you're guiding him to the bed.

Sylus follows, a little dazed and so in love with you — You can see that his dick has softened but the next part would not require his dick for a little while, so he could recuperate. The night was still young and you weren't done with him — you don't think you will ever be done with him for the rest of your life.

You lay on the bed and naturally Sylus follows you, on his knees above you, looking enthralled by your very existence.

You spread your legs around him so that he's situated between your legs and caress his face before bringing him closer so that you can kiss him.

The kiss isn't like the ones a bit before, they've gotten softer again, adoring, Sylus licks into your mouth and you feel yourself smiling against his lips again before you pull apart.

“Make me feel good,” you whisper against his lips and he nods, pecking you one last time before sitting back on his haunches and looking at you with eyes that regain the emotion of hunger and blood-lust in them.

Sylus's hand rubs at your abdomen as his eyes flit from one part of your body to another, unable to decide where to lay his eyes because everything deserves his attention. He pushes a little at the area just under your navel and you gasp, feeling different when he does it and you wonder yet again how many people he had done this with to be this good. If he let them order him like you had —

“You're beautiful,” his murmurs break you away from your reverie as you suddenly feel self-conscious and squirm under his gaze. He stills you by pressing your abdomen again and you breathe hard as you look at his hard gaze, excited and feeling sudden trepidation about what was to come next.

“Just relax. Let me make you feel good.” You nod, dazed and feeling a bit out of it as his hands slide to your thighs and lift them up, after which he leans forward and kisses the skin of your inner thigh before biting there, hard.

You yell in pain and glare at Sylus only for him to chuckle and bite more hickeys on your inner thighs. Finally, after a few minutes, his eyes focus on your wet panties.

He moans when he sees it, but rather than take your panties off, he simply pushes it aside, his face so close to your cunt that you can feel his hot breath on you.

“Look at you,” Sylus sounds awed, unable to believe in what he was looking at, he pushes one finger against your clit, flicking it and you suck in a sharp breath. Sylus smirks, “So perfect, so wet for me,”

You gasp as his fingers grow more bold and part your folds, and you feel yourself clench, Sylus groans darkly as he sees your hole pucker uselessly, literally begging for him.

“Just for you,” you breathe and Sylus smiles before he leans forward, his tongue flicking your clit again and you moan as your hands automatically make their way to his hair to push him against your cunt firmly.

Sylus hums at that, his mouth still on, and you feel the vibrations travel across your spine electrocuting you.

After that he finally slides your wet panties off your legs and as soon as you get one leg out, he parts your legs and settles to eat you out thoroughly. His mouth latches onto your clit and he sucks, you scream, your back arching a little as you chase the pleasure his mouth is providing.

Sylus's hands meanwhile have taken other jobs, one keeps your hips up while other slinks down to your entrance and slowly he pushes in one of his fingers. His hands are so large and his tongue skilful in the way it flicks your clit and sucks on that nub of flesh that you find yourself unable to breathe, choking on oxygen, his ministrations making you see white.

His fingers are so long, easily slipping inside you and out, with how wet you are for him.

You can feel yourself reaching your peak again and you gasp harshly, breathing has only become more difficult by the passing seconds and you've closed your eyes long before, Sylus's name the only thing in your mouth. However, Sylus stops sucking just as you were about to reach climax and you cry out; when you finally open your eyes to watch what he was doing you see Sylus looking at you with fire in his eyes. His face is covered with your slick and you shiver, your body jerking a little and arching up to where his fingers are, you need to cum, you want to. You whine and shake your hips before Sylus stills you again with a punishing grip.

"Breathe." He orders and you try to get your stuttering lungs to comply with that order, "And keep your eyes on me."

Sylus says that and you watch, breathing heavily as he leans forward and lets his saliva drop down from his mouth to your entrance, before he uses his spit as lube to slide two of his fingers inside you at the same time.

You groan at the visual and put an arm on your eyes, horribly turned on, more than ever in your life.

However, suddenly you feel a stinging slap on your ass and you whip to watch Sylus, his mouth quirked up in a smirk and he's clicking his tongue, admonishing you.

"I told you to keep watching." You sob a little and nod, watching with wide-eyes as Sylus's smirk turns into a bright grin before he uses more of his saliva as lube to push in his digits even deeper inside you.

You groan, clenching around him and keep your eyes open this time as his mouth drops back on your clit again and with two of his fingers pushing inside you, scissoring you, spreading your hole wider — it doesn't take long for you to come close to coming again.

You scream and your thighs tighten around his head to keep him there, wrapped up around your clit as you cum, almost fainting when you do so, arching up into Sylus's waiting tongue as he keeps sucking you through your orgasm and you ride out your high as he keeps on with his mouth sucking you and his fingers prepping your soppy cunt.

You whine a little when the overstimulation becomes a bit too much.

At the sound of your whines he finally pulls off with a pop and his fingers also leave your hole, leaving you feeling quite empty.

You pull Sylus up by his hair and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue and shift your legs only to find that Sylus has grown hard again and you hum into the kiss, pleased.

Sylus pulls back from the kiss and looks at you, heavy and you can understand his thoughts at once.

You nod and brush away his hair from his eyes and wipe away your slick from his mouth, he chases the feel of your hand and kisses the center of your palm, innocent and lovely. You feel whiplash at his two extremes but feel connected to both side of Sylus — the part that's arrogant, hot and demanding, spanking you because you didn't obey his order and also the part that yearns for your love and praise, loyal like a guard dog.

“Such a good puppy,” you praise him and Sylus smirks, however he looks a little bashful as he bites your finger. You laugh at his antics as he leans back to sit on his haunches and push down his boxers.

You lean forwards to see Sylus's dick in its full glory. It's girthy and long at the same time, curling up a little and you feel your mouth filling up with saliva. You have half the mind to take him into your mouth and never let go, cock warming him day in and day out, in bliss forever; no job, no anything, just his cock in your mouth, warm and heavy.

You have to grasp his biceps to control yourself, faint at that thought, you curse out Sylus a little in your mind, the things that he brings out in you which you've never thought you'd ever feel.

Your other hand travels to his dick and brushes against the crown of his cock, leaking pre-cum and Sylus groans and his hands quickly reach out to wrap around his dick and grasp it tightly. You look up at surprise and see Sylus suffering with the act of trying not to come right then and there.

Butterflies flutter inside your stomach at that view, the thought of Sylus being close to cumming just because your laid fingers on his dick a little. You are once again reminded of the gravity of Sylus's feelings for you, and it brings a smile to your face as you grab Sylus's chin in a bruising grip to bring him down to a kiss again.

This one is all tongue and you never knew that two people can kiss so differently each time depending on the context but you love the fact that you can experience something like this with Sylus.

“Please,” Sylus mutters and you hum, pleased and lay back down on the bed.

“Come Inside me Sylus, I think you've suffered enough, good boys deserve a reward, don't they?”

Sylus moans, his voice breaking and he mutters curses under his breath as he slowly brings his cock right against your entrance and thrusts in — still slowly though because he cares about you and you smile at his consideration and gasp at the burn of the stretch you feel. Even after careful preparation, you still feel the stretch, leaving you breathless.

Sylus's dick skewers you and fills you up completely as Sylus bottoms out and stills for a second or two and both of you groan deeply and have to catch a breath, the feeling of being joined being a touch too overwhelming.

You feel something in your aether core stirring but you can't dwell on it more as Sylus pants in your ear and asks to move. You aren't a mean master and so you nod only to scream when Sylus pulls out till only his tip is left inside you and thrusts in so suddenly and deep that it punctures out a scream from you.

You clench your hands and arch at the burn as Sylus's cock head kisses the deepest parts of you, his thick cock making you feel pleasure in ways you've never felt before.

Sylus picks up speed eventually and each thrust has you moving against the bed, the wooden frame creaking with Sylus's every move and you try your best to keep up with him but after a few seconds you can only take it when Sylus is moving earnestly against you. He pants and groans against your ear, his mouth sometimes kissing more bruises against your neck, sometimes rolling across your tongue and other times lapping at your piercings and biting at your nipples.

You look at Sylus to see him staring intently at you, there's a bead of sweat on his forehead and you lean up to lick it up. He smiles at that and his hands travel from your waist to your where they had been gripping the wine coloured sheets for dear life, Sylus fingers patiently pry open your clenched fingers, only for him to slide his large, calloused palm against yours and intertwine your fingers together.

His hands are so large and you remember the last time you both were in a similar position — the day you had managed to steal Sylus's brooch — but with another bruising thrust you forget all about that train of thought and feel yourself coming closer to climax again.

You groan and trash against Sylus a little and he picks up speed — the sound of skin slapping against each other resounds in the room and the burning in your chest grows hotter. You feel yourself legitimately dying as Sylus somehow changes your position a little and thrusts even deeper than before. His dick kissing your cervix, mixing pain and pleasure together in a dangerous cocktail.

And now you can feel his dick up till your throat and you scream, body strung so tight like an arrow in a bow, ready to let go and kill something in its path. Both of you have your eyes closed and so you don't see the light resonating from your chest, mingling with Sylus's Evol.

Sylus's thrust falters as he comes close to cumming too and his hand that isn't intertwined with yours slides in between both of you to rub at your clit, as harshly and fast as his wild thrusting inside you.

You keep screaming, sometimes Sylus's name and curses and sometimes babbling absolute gibberish, your voice has become hoarse and broken, and then you're arching off completely from the bed as your orgasm rips through your body. You come to yourself after a few seconds, realizing that you had blacked out a little just in time to hear Sylus's punched out groan and the feel of his thick warm cum filling your hole.

You open your eyes and are greeted with Sylus's face as he reaches his climax, registering only after a few seconds — as you both lean your heads against each other, breathing deep, calming down — that you feel strangely energized rather than tired as you should be.

You look beside only to gasp at the chain of resonance linking both of your hands together and hearing your gasp Sylus frowns and follows your line is sight only to chuckle when he sees the link.

“I should have known this would happen,” he says, more to himself and you laugh, breathless. You feel Sylus's cum leaking out of you a little as he shifts and tries to pull out but you bring your legs up and keep him trapped.

Sylus looks down at you and raises an eyebrow.

“Did you think we're done already?” You ask cheekily as you rock against Sylus's softening dick a little and he groans, biting his lips at the overstimulation.

You smile at his obvious suffering and he glares at you a little. “Do you intend to suck me dry?”

“Yep!” You reply, popping the ‘p’ and giggling furiously when Sylus nuzzles against your neck, tickling you a little before his teeth come down on your shoulder, harsh and breaking skin and you scream at the pain.

You pant and glare at Sylus as he licks the teeth marks and then licks his lips again as if he just had a scrumptious meal.

“Careful what you wish for, beloved, are you sure you can manage to keep up?” He asks slyly and you huff as your legs wrap up tighter around his back.

“We'll find out eventually, won't we? It's not like we can do anything else with this either,” you point towards the resonance link.

You yell suddenly when Sylus sits up and brings you up with him, groaning when in this position he reaches even deeper inside you than before, you didn't even know such a thing was possible and glare at Sylus a little before you feel his cum leaking out of your loose hole and that makes you embarrassed.

“Then we shall use this opportunity to the best of our abilities. Try not to faint.” He orders against your lips as you both kiss again and gear up for several more rounds before you two can finally keep your hands away from each other long enough to eat something and continue that cycle, at least for a few days.

‘Only till the resonance link breaks,’ you think, but you know that it's just an excuse.