He finds himself woken up in the middle of most nights. It's more often when he's alone, but even when he's not, it occurs.
Zayne has grown accustomed to his nightmares by now, really. All he needs is a couple of minutes to take a few deep breaths. To relax his muscles, to let his fists unclench.
What he is not accustomed to is the sudden care and the quiet, yet reassuring presence by his side. His stubborn, stoic side is somewhat reluctant to accept it, to let himself be seen even in such a state. He must be strong, calm and collected. Like he always is.
But not so deep inside, he's grateful. Deeply grateful.
a/n: This one was a little more of a challenge, but I hope you enjoy! Listen here 🖤
(Disclaimer: All of Zayne's dialogue was pulled directly from the Frost Salvation 4* secret times.)
Sylus | Caleb | Xavier | Rafayel
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Zayne sighs from where he's sitting on the sofa, reading. He turns the page, his eyes gliding over the words. He turns another page when your delicate hands cover his eyes from behind.
Zayne huffs, "I hope you realize that I can't read when my eyes are covered."
You giggle softly, "That's too bad."
His head tilts back slightly, angling the book towards you, "Why don't you read to me then?"
"What is it?" you ask, looking at the book.
"If I'm not mistaken, this book is a collection of case studies and the diagnoses and treatments for rare diseases," his tone carrying a note of irritation.
You scoff, "Zayne… don't be angry."
"'Zayne, don't be angry.' I don't recall it having that sentence," he sets the book down as you remove your hands.
"It exists," you insist as you round the sofa.
"It exists because you said so?" he raises an eyebrow as you pull out his stethoscope. "Where did you find… a stethoscope?"
You shrug, "You're grumpy, so I think I should check your heart."
"Something wrong with my heart? And that's why I'm in a bad mood?" You stand between his legs, motioning for him to sit back.
"So you want to give me a check-up…" You straddle his lap, putting the earpieces in.
You shift closer, "Mhm, I'm helping,"
"Practicing without a medical license is what you are doing," Zayne scolds playfully.
You smirk, "I'm covered."
His breath catches as your weight settles in his lap, "Even your contact at Akso hospital won't help you."
"Why not?" you pout.
He scoffs, "You're currently keeping him pinned down on the sofa." He looks pointedly where you're straddled across him.
His hands rest on your hips as you adjust, placing the chest-piece over his left pectoral you listen to the steady sound of his heartbeat. His eyes flutter shut and his breath quickens as your free hand trails down his neck to rest over his sternum.
His voice is a soft rasp, hazel eyes meeting yours, "What's your diagnosis Doctor?"
You hum, "Your heart is beating fast, and you feel… warm."
He nods, "Elevated heart rate, high body temperature, what else?"
You bite your lip with a smile, "I'm not sure. I think I need a better look." Letting the stethoscope hang from your neck, you let your hands drift lower, over his stomach.
"A more thorough check up is needed to determine the other symptoms?" his gaze follows your hand as it travels lower.
You palm him through his slacks, "You-…" His hand snaps to grip your wrist, stopping you with a soft grunt.
"That… isn't typically examined during a check-up." The tips of his ears turn red as the emerald of his eyes darken.
"Don't question my methods, you're a special case," you say with faux innocence.
He shakes his head, "I'm a unique patient, so I need special techniques for my medical examination?"
"Exactly," you lean closer, his eyes flicking to your lips.
He chuckles, a teasing glint in his eye, "I see, so… how exactly will you examine me?"
"Like this…" you gently press your lips to his as your body begins to flush with heat. He releases his hold on you as his mouth moves languidly against yours. You can feel his erection hardening beneath your palm as his hands tangle in your hair to deepen the kiss.
"This is your clinical method?" he breathes against your lips. "Unless you provide a warning prior to the check-up… It's easy to…" he rolls into your touch, "…stimulate the patient."
He tucks a section of your hair behind your ear, "I suppose you're not truly familiar with the process yet."
He leans in, murmuring softly, "Since it's your first day on the job, do you need someone experienced and reliable to guide you?"
You nod, smiling as he shifts. He pulls off your shirt in one smooth motion before leaning in for another kiss.
His fingers squeeze lightly into the softness of your hips, "You said you had a contact earlier…" His voice becomes rough with gravel, "He just so happens to be available."
Lips brushing softly against your ear, Zayne’s voice lowers to a whisper, "Compared to verbal instructions… Hands-on demonstrations result in faster learning."
You shiver as a knowing smirk touches his lips, taking in the sight your heated stare, the glint of metal from the stethoscope resting between your exposed breasts, "You're ready?"
You nod.
"Alright, let's get started." He removes the stethoscope from around your neck, placing it around his own.
Adjusting his glasses, he clears throat, "I am your attending physician, Dr. Zayne. According to your medical records, you need to undergo a mandatory physical examination."
The coolness of his palms raises goosebumps across your skin as it skims up your sternum, holding your gaze as he continues, "You must follow my instructions to ensure it's completed in an efficient manner. Do you understand?"
Your heart starts racing as you quietly answer, "Yes, doctor."
He smiles at the use of the title, lifting the stethoscope to his ears, "Excellent. We'll begin with the most basic vitals: heart rate and breathing."
He pauses, gently tilting your chin to look at him, "Please tell me if any of my actions make you… uncomfortable during the physical examination."
When you nod, he smiles, satisfied as he places the chest-piece over your bare skin, "Now then, I'd like to ask you to relax."
You do your best to take a steadying breath, patiently awaiting his next instruction, "I need to check your heartbeat with the stethoscope. Don't move."
He moves the stethoscope slightly, listening for the steady beat of your heart, "Take a deep breath… Hold it... Good."
"Alright, now you may breathe normally," he sets the tool aside with a sly smile. "Your heart rate is higher than usual. Are you nervous? Or is there another reason?"
You shake your head as words evaporate from your mind.
"You aren't nervous?" His voice deepens with a knowing tease, "Your body has never lied to me."
Your breath catches, and you shake your head again.
Zayne smirks triumphantly, "Good. Now, turn around. Sit up straight."
He helps pull you into a sitting position, turning you so your back is facing him, "Like this…?"
"Mm-hmm… let your legs hang naturally." He slides his palms under your bare thighs, "Relax the muscles of your lower limbs and allow me to take control."
Your stomach flips as he lifts you, pulling you back against him, his palms guiding your thighs open, "Excellent. Now we'll proceed with the deep tendon reflex test."
Your pulse stutters in your chest at the hard warm press of his arousal against you, shivering at the soft brush of lips against the sensitive spot below your ear, "How-…?"
"How will I do it?" his words fan over your nape with a hum. "In the absence of medical examination equipment…"
His palms graze up the inside of your thighs, "Logically speaking… we can make use of certain items that are available."
One hand pulls away while the other massages circles into your upper quad, "For example," he picks up a pen from the side table, "here's a ballpoint pen. Close your eyes, I'm going to test your exteroception."
You close your eyes, goosebumps blooming at the featherlight drag of the pen against your skin. His other hand moves closer to your core making you gasp from the dual sensations.
He chuckles, "Your responses reveal how sensitive you are."
He continues tracing patterns with the pen, kissing into the soft skin of your neck, as a tremor rolls through you, "Why are you trembling?"
His voice is husky as he trails his lips lower, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin where your leg meets your hip, "Your breathing…" kiss "has quickened as well…"
He moves higher, his fingers ghosting over the outline of your pussy through thin fabric. Zayne's chest heaves against you as you arch into his touch, pressing yourself into the hard line of him.
"Perhaps it's because your body is well aware of what will happen next," he drops the pen, nuzzling into you and inhaling deeply as he cups your breast.
Between heavy breaths, he starts to circle your clit, mouthing along your shoulder, "Your heart…" kiss "…will race…" kiss "…and endorphins…" kiss "…are released in large quantities…" kiss
You gasp his name as his fingers dip beneath the seam of your panties, "There's no need to speak. Your body will tell me everything I need to know."
He plunges two slender fingers into your pussy, working them against your tight heat, the sound of how wet you are has his breath catching, "See? This right here… it's telling me you're ready."
His hips roll, grinding his hard length against your ass, lips finding the sensitive spot at the nape of your neck, "He says he is also ready…" He groans as you press back into him, "Mmngh…"
Your hips start to roll on their own, squirming in his hold with a whine as he works his fingers inside of you. He sucks marks into your skin, tweaking your nipple as your body comes close to the edge.
He slows his fingers that are buried deep inside you, "Be patient. Don't rush…relax."
You release a shuddering breath as one hand moves from your breast, up the slender curve of your throat, gently gripping your chin.
"Do you know what makes your temporal mandibular joint special?" he turns your mouth to his, fingers finding the joint at the top of your jaw.
He kisses you, his breath shuddering, "If I massage your masseter muscle like this…" You feel pressure as his fingers work in a circular motion against the joint, "When it relaxes, your mouth will become slack…"
Immediately, your jaw relaxes, "Yes, it'll be like this… You can also…" his fingers suddenly pump faster into your soaked pussy. Your walls squeezing around him as he swallows your moans, his tongue easily plunging into your mouth.
You start to whimper as you feel intense pressure low in your stomach, your hand dropping to hold his wrist. "Don't be nervous," he places a reassuring kiss to the corner of your mouth.
He trails his lips down your neck once more as you begin to writhe in his hold, "This is a standard therapeutic technique."
Amidst the pleasure, you scoff a laugh, incredulous, "D-doubtful…"
You can feel his smile against your skin, "Yes, basic relaxation…" kiss "…and massage techniques include… muscle activity and stretching."
He captures your lips once more, his fingers curling inside of you. He hums, breathy satisfaction rumbles in his chest as he keeps you suspended on the edge. The slide of his tongue along yours releasing a soft choked noise from his throat.
"…how…?" you squeak as you circle your hips over his arousal.
He chuckles, "It helps alleviate frustration…"
You meet his heated gaze, "And how…are you feeling…now…?"
"How am I feeling? If you still have the energy to think about other things, that's my fault, however…" He nips at your earlobe earning another sharp intake of breath from you.
He is almost panting as hard as you are, his thumb strokes over your clit and you cry out as sparks of pleasure threaten to consume you, "What I'm currently feeling…"
He's pulling you hard against him, his painfully hard cock straining against his slacks as he fucks his fingers into you with blinding speed.
"Surely… you've already felt it too?"
He bites into the space where your neck meets your shoulder and his fingers curl, stroking that spongy spot deep inside of you. Your orgasm explodes through you. Your body convulsing as you try to close your thighs around his hand, but he keeps you open as he works you though each wave of ecstasy…
Zayne that is always busy and somehow is also capable of asking “have you eaten yet?”, notices if mc hasn’t slept 8h yet, and overall is an amazing man
I've seen a few people question where are Zayne's scars in this myth.
This card proceeds the events on MoF and Forseer (his body is scarred by Astra's curse). It's giving origin.
I do think it is interesting how he can't escape the scarring of his body in multiple timeless ( he got them in this timeline after the event with William in the arctic). Perhaps it will unfold in this card. We shall see...
