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“ I want to show you something.”

They were barely dressed after their ridiculously long shower when Moargan pointed his chin upward. “That way.”

Cyprian pouted. “I thought we were going to spend the rest of the day in bed?”

“We will, but I just?—”

“You’re impatient.”

Moargan’s eyes flashed but his stomach swooped. His lover was right. He was impatient, eager to see those beautiful yellow eyes shine with happiness. “If I say yes, will you come with me?”

Cyprian didn’t reply, just put his hand in Moargan’s. Their bond hummed pleased at the touch.

They made their way to the stairs, hidden on the other side of the house, and started climbing.

“I didn’t know you had another floor above.”

“There are many things you don’t know yet,” Moargan teased, smiling when Cyprian rolled his eyes at him.

“I’m disappointed. No fancy lift like your father has?”

“Not yet, lover. But if you want one, I’ll get you one.”

Cyprian smiled. “I was just kidding. Besides, I won’t come here much—” His voice faltered when the doors opened. Moargan watched him stare in awe while his tired brain undoubtedly needed more time to process the view. It made his own chest tighten with affection. Like this, with his black hair tousled, those yellow eyes large and fierce, and his sculpted limbs slender yet determined, Cyprian was the most beautiful thing Moargan had ever laid eyes on.

The Waltr sat proudly on one of the pointed legs of the star-shaped roof. This model was specifically designed to catch the light from up here, on the roof, where the scene truly was magnificent.

“I thought you’d like to have an uncensored view of our galaxy,” Moargan murmured.

Cyprian turned around to face him, his yellow eyes wet with tears for the second time that day. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Moargan smiled and squeezed his hand, pulling him close to his chest. “Let’s take a look inside your new studio.”

“My new studio?” The words got swept up in the wind as Cyprian ran toward the glass structure. Inside, a small fireplace was lit. Aside from that, everything was white. The walls, the floors. Cyprian peered around him in astonishment. “This is for me?”

“Yes.”

“You gave this to me.” Those mesmerizing eyes landed on Moargan.

“I did.” When Cyprian had clearly run out of words again, he added, “I’d give you the world, but I thought I’d start here. This can be your space.”

“My space.” Cyprian stared back through the glass, but his shoulders shuddered. He was crying, the realization causing unrest in Moargan’s insides. “I’ve never had anything for myself,” Cyprian whispered. “My foster parents gave me things for temporary use, but they always took it back when it suited them.”

“Not this. I promise. This is yours. Look at the stars and planets.” They both peered up and through the glass ceiling.

“They light up like magic,” Cyprian whispered in awe. “It’s so pretty.”

“This is your blank slate, aeon .” Moargan came to stand behind him and pulled his arms around Cyprian’s shoulders. “That’s what this place is. Ready for you to colour it with your life. Your thoughts. Your feelings.”

Moargan’s veins thrummed, the bond tugging at him. When Cyprian turned around in his hold, Moargan pressed their chests firmly together and his lips on his lover’s. Flowers, sweetness, and arousal. He inhaled deeply against Cyprian’s soft mouth, the scent driving him crazy. Then Cyprian growled. The gem on his incisor vibrated with need.

Moargan groaned in response. “Yesss. There he is, my aeon .”

“It’s stronger than I am,” Cyprian remarked bashfully, the words such a delicious contrast to the flare in his eyes.

Moargan smirked. “I told you you were a feline? A wicked, hungry beast. Beauty can be deceiving, and you sure have enough of both. Your teeth are sharp and waiting to slash.” His words drove him wild, cock already straining in his smooth sleep pants, eager to sink into Cyprian’s tight ass. Eager to see how Cyprian took back his life and challenged those who did him wrong.

For the whole world to see.

“I need you to fuck me,” Cyprian murmured in his ear. “No lube. No—I need to feel it. I need the pain.”

Moargan slid down to his knees. “Turn around and lower your pants. Give me that gorgeous ass.”

Cyprian obeyed, mewling when he spread those tight, warm cheeks for Moargan to press his face inside his crease, inhaling greedily.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” Moargan hummed, then stuck out his tongue to lap at the hidden seam, only visible now that his nails dug into Cyprian’s hot flesh.

“Good light,” Cyprian moaned. The rest of his voice was muffled, transformed into a babble of incoherence as he rolled his ass back, craving for more.

Moargan obliged, growling and licking as he speared his tongue deeper into Cyprian’s ass. His hand snaked around his lover’s slender waist, and he grabbed hold of Cyprian’s balls, fondling them in his palm, sending sparks of lust through their bond. Working open Cyprian’s hole with flicks of his tongue, Moargan felt Cyprian’s strength leaving his body. Overtaken by lust after the exhausting day he’d had. “Grab something tight,” he barked.

“There’s nothing here.” Cyprian shuffled forward until he hit the glass panel. Across from them, Zephyr’s night lights and skyscrapers showed off the perfect view to match the vibe. He lifted his hands and grabbed the handles on the windows.

“Good boy.” Moargan got back to his feet and took out his throbbing dick. It was swollen, red, and angry, desperate to enter that sweet hole that fluttered at the first touch. “Relax for me now, lover, because this will hurt.” He pushed inside Cyprian’s wettened hole, the ring muscles clenching and unclenching around his shaft as Cyprian hissed and swore. Moargan groaned. “You didn’t want any lube, remember? You wanted this to hurt.”

“I need to feel you,” Cyprian rasped. He lowered his forehead to the glass panel, arching his long neck beautifully.

Moargan swept Cyprian’s black hair aside, his mouth brushing over that smooth skin until it found the bruise on his lover’s throat. He pressed his teeth around it and Cyprian cried out, bearing down against Moargan’s invasion until he was fully inside.

“Move already,” Cyprian begged, rocking his hips back.

“Look at you, bossing me around.” Moargan loved it. Loved this side of Cyprian, this needy, desperation clinging to him. He needed Moargan, Moargan could feel it. Not just physically.

“When they put me in that prison, with Bekn egging me on, for the shortest of seconds, I feared—” Cyprian let out a moan when he slowly started rolling forward. “I feared you’d be too late. That I would die there, together with your brother.”

“Never.” Moargan’s teeth found the sweet spot once more and they both shivered. The bond thrummed through their veins. “My aeon ,” he whispered. “You know what else that word means? What it truly means when I’m with you?” Moargan rocked in slow, powerful thrusts that made them both moan. “It means forever . You are mine, forever. My body recognized you before my brain did. My mind formulated the words before I even knew what they fully meant. I will never let you go.”

Cyprian didn’t reply but let out a shuddering sigh.

“You belong to me, lover.”

“There was so much hate.”

“We will destroy them.”

“Yes.” Cyprian nodded, and their rhythm became one as they both moved, searching for each other. “We will.”

Tilting Cyprian’s head back, Moargan gazed over his lover’s shoulder, keeping him in place while increasing the speed. Their slapping balls and panting breaths filled the air as desire slipped inside the Waltr, creeping around them like the softest blanket.

“You are mine,” Moargan growled. Mine, mine, mine.

“Moargan mine,” Cyprian whispered, and Moargan purred at the words, fisting his hand around Cyprian’s dick. Stroking him fast and rough, he felt Cyprian’s knees buckle. His lover leaned back into his tight hold, trusting him with everything he had.

Moargan could feel it. The bond tugged, spurring need through him. His cock swelled inside Cyprian’s ass, and then Cyprian came on a scream, slicking the windows with his release. Moargan kept on milking him, forcing every drop to be spilled, enjoying how his own climax approached.

“Fuck, yeah.” He was ready. He was so ready to blow inside the sweetest of asses.

White hot pleasure blanked him out for the shortest of seconds, and Moargan groaned as he filled Cyprian’s hole with his come. Streams and streams of it, his climax ravaging his insides.

Until finally, there was quietness. Everything stilled.

“Cyprian?” Moargan’s eyes were still closed, yet he could see his lover. In his mind. Cyprian was sitting by his mother’s bed, next to his father. His mother’s eyes were closed per usual, but they fluttered vividly. His father held her hand, but her other hand was on Cyprian. Her lips moved as if she was talking, but no words left her mouth.

“You saved my son.”

So it was true. She had instructed him. And together they had found Helianth.

Moargan opened his eyes. They were lying on the floor of the Waltr. Cyprian’s eyes were closed, but as if he felt Moargan’s stare, he opened them. A pair of yellow orbs, bright as the planet itself, painted with long, black lashes.

Cyprian was perfection.

He smiled at Moargan. “Did you see?”

“I did.”

“Good.” He snuggled against Moargan. “I’m getting cold.”

“Let’s head to bed.”

Cyprian yawned. “For the rest of the day. You promised.”

They made their way down and got comfortable in bed. With Cyprian breathing steadily in the crook of Moargan’s neck, and Moargan’s arm wrapped tightly around his lover’s shoulder, keeping him in place, they both sagged in satisfaction.

“Angel,” Cyprian said. “Please tell me they arrested everyone today? ”

“They did.” Moargan kissed the top of his head. “Those guys are in some serious shit. With Kylix back, and after what has been done to both him and Helianth, interrogations will last for hours. Bloody, horrific hours.” He licked his lips, desire rolling low. “Their lives are in our hands now. And we’ll do as we please.”

“The ice,” Cyprian said instead, ignoring Moargan’s appearing devil.

“Yeah, Kylix wasn’t too happy about that. Whoever’s responsible for that, will be next on my cousin’s list.” He faked a shiver. “I wouldn’t want to be on his shit list.”

Kylix had a reputation when it came to performing interrogations.

“I’ve got another question.”

Moargan hummed.

“What does davon-tus mean?”

Moargan blinked. “Why?”

“The stranger. The one on Kylix’s shit list?” Cyprian looked up. “He was Dariux. When I asked him who he was, he replied with those words. Davon-tus. What does it mean?”

Moargan exhaled a shaky breath. So, it had begun. He would have to start sharing Cyprian too soon. And Good light, he wasn’t ready for that. “It means ‘my brother’, in Helion.”

“My brother?” Cyprian’s heart rate picked up. His eyes were shining with tears. “One of them came for me.”

Moargan nodded. “It looks like one of them saved you.”

“Wow.” Cyprian nuzzled Moargan’s chest, purring satisfied. “That makes me really, fucking happy.”