zayne loves you and apparently your calico critters, too?
he vowed to always be accepting and supportive of your interest, whatever that may be. so, that included your love for small trinkets of adorable families of animals.
if you came across the calico critter blind bags or tiny keychains at check out while shopping, he had no problem with you slipping one into the basket. or two. three, maybe? he wasn’t watching you, but he could see your hand in the corner of his eye taking them off the shelf and trying to be sneaky. “add one more. in case you get a repeat, of course. i understand that, at times, it discourages you,” he’d say.
zayne was attentive. letting you browse the calico critter section of the store for twenty minutes if you needed it. “baby mermaid castle or playtime castle nursery?” you muttered to yourself. the two items were so adorable. either one would be a perfect addition to your collection and the space in your room you had dedicated to your trinkets.
“get them both,” zayne interrupted your thoughts. he’d been standing there watching you with his hands relaxed to his sides. there wasn’t a point in trying to decide. he’d get you anything within a heartbeat.
zayne had noticed there was a particular item that you always brushed your fingers over but never acknowledged. the touch that lingered told him it had drawn you in but you’re stubborn, you seemed to never have expressed your want for it. so, he’d come home early one night, a big box wrapped in a simple and plain white wrapping paper in his arms. “what is that?” you asked.
“why don’t you open it? it is for you after all.” he answered calmly, placing the box down onto the table and watching you waste no time tearing open the wrapping paper to reveal his gift to you. “what!” you screeched. “red roof country home? no way! zayne! you shouldn’t have!” you throw yourself into his arms in which he uses to envelop you immediately. his hand cradles the back of your head, stroking you gently as he places a kiss to your forehead.
zayne grins, murmuring against your skin, “your little animals have been nomads for far too long. i thought you might like to give them a proper home.”
Yay I'm so glad you decided to open your asks again! Of course, take all the time you need and DON'T feel pressured. Your life comes first!!
I have stowed away some request ideas for when you opened them again, but I'll start with just this one for now 🥺...
Could you do a reader x Zayne (could be pre-relationship if that sounds appealing) where the reader has a habit of subtlety putting themselves down through humor around friends/family? Just playing that sort of thing off casually until Zayne maybe notices how frequent and possibly damaging it can be? Hurt/comfort style? 🙂↕️
I imagine comments that are more subtle like "Oops, I'm stupid, haha" when misunderstanding something or something of that nature. Nothing super intense, but noticable. If that makes sense?? LOL
Anyway!!! Have a GREAT DAY!!!
- (•ө•) Anon
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ hurt/comfort! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚pre-relationship zayne has my heart. my man is a yearner, hence why writing this was so much sweeter ८ ◞ ◟ ⑅ ა thank you so much for requesting, baby! i might have extended myself a little bit, but you angels already know what happens when i write for my hubby! ♡
anyone else could've thought it was a cute little habit of yours.
“haha, i'm so dumb!”
“oh! sorry, what was that? i'm so stupid sometimes…”
“no, you're good! it was totally on me. my mind is a mess!”
but to zayne, it was a dangerous behaviour; one he knew would become detrimental to your self-esteem in no time.
he'd heard you putting yourself down countless times, and on most occasions, it happened over tiny things.
once, it was because you dropped some crumbs on the floor.
then, it was because you accidentally misspelled something.
the last time, it was because you bumped against a counter and felt the need to apologize… unnecessarily so.
to top it off, you weren't even conscious of it, almost as if your mouth moved before your brain could fully process the situation.
that could only mean one thing.
you wholeheartedly believed those words were true, or, at the very least, you felt the need to apologize for every little —and ordinary— mistake.
if you insulted yourself first, then you wouldn't give others the chance to insult you.
he didn't like that, and the fact that none of your friends or family members said anything about it was astonishing to him.
zayne, being as blunt as he was, couldn't really help himself anymore when he heard you talking to a friend on facetime.
you were just lounging around his office, ready to ask for your free monthly checkup, courtesy of dr. li, unaware that he had entered the room and overheard everything you had to say.
“wasn't that like… last year?” you asked, eyebrows knitting. “or wait, no, was it three years ago? ugh, my memory sucks.”
“no, hun, that was literally six months ago, what are you on?” your friend replied, chuckling softly.
you only sighed, then shook your head in disbelief.
“stupid me, the fact that i'm even considered a functioning adult is surprising,” you whispered. “okay, so, six months ago—”
all of a sudden, a cold, large hand settled on your shoulder, making you freeze in place.
your friend grinned wildly once they spotted zayne on your screen, and they decided to make up a dumb excuse just to hang up seconds later.
awesome.
“zayne!” you turned around to face him, your breathing slightly erratic. “you scared me! gosh… what's up?”
he stared down at you, blinking slowly.
“stop that,” he said bluntly, his voice calm enough to be considered a request rather than a demand.
you blinked back, head tilting to your left.
“calling, or…?” you looked down at your phone, then up at him. “was i being too loud, zayne?”
“you were being insulting.”
your eyes immediately went wide.
“oh! was i? really? i didn't even notice! do you think my friend was offend—”
“to yourself,” he interrupted, walking behind his desk to properly meet your gaze.
the room instantly turned quiet.
you didn't know what to say, how to react… so you smiled sheepishly.
“what— uh, what… makes you say that, zayne?” your voice softened, but not out of sweetness; it was out of embarrassment and the ugly feeling of someone seeing right through you, uninvited. “i wasn't insulting myself.”
“you were,” he answered without missing a beat, his hazel eyes refusing to let yours go. “it is not the first time you have done so.”
“well… it's not that bad, zayne! it's just a joke!” you laughed softly, then quickly looked away from him, your fingers fidgeting with your phone case. “i'm just not the smartest person in the room, that's all.”
the uncomfortable silence invaded the room once again, until his hand gently grabbed your wrist and stopped your nervous fidgeting.
“according to who?”
your eyes shot up, your whole body tensing up for just a few seconds.
“uh…” you parted your lips, trying to find the words. “i mean, i'm sometimes clumsy, and my mind just drifts a lot…”
“neither of those traits represent a lack of intelligence,” he leaned in, his hands now over the desk. “and even if they did, you should not use them as weapons against yourself.”
you felt a tiny lump forming in your throat.
“zayne… you don't have to be so serious about it,” you whispered. “it's just… a habit.”
“a bad one,” he added, his voice losing the clinical edge you were used to, instead becoming something softer. “one that is not becoming of you.”
well, great.
you lowered your head and crossed both arms over your chest.
“i don't mean those words…”
“then do not say them,” he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, finally looking away. “because i am starting to believe— or rather, i am certain that you truly think so lowly of yourself.”
“that's not true.”
zayne sighed, used to you contradicting him, but unwilling to let it pass without consequences.
he reached out, quietly lifting your chin up so that you would look at him without averting your gaze.
“you insulted your memory, yourself, and your abilities as an adult in less than two minutes,” he noted. “over forgetting a timeline, mind you.”
you felt your skin growing warmer almost instantly.
he was looking right into your soul, apparently.
“eavesdropping isn't nice,” your lips slightly pouted. “and… and i was just joking! my friends understand my humor!”
“you are teaching yourself that every little mistake is punishable.”
you went completely still, his words echoing.
“...every time you call yourself clumsy, useless, or stupid, you reinforce the idea that making mistakes makes you lesser,” he elaborated. “you do not even think before doing so.”
zayne leaned back, then walked until he was by your side. his hands clenched and unclenched by his sides.
gods, he wanted to pull you close.
he wanted to take those ugly words away from your mind.
but he couldn't lose control, nor would he allow his feelings to overpower his strong sense of duty.
“no one will punish you,” he whispered, his tone becoming softer, gentler, almost concerned. “no one will insult you first, and i can assure you that no one thinks you are stupid when you make mistakes.”
perhaps without him noticing, his thumb brushed the gentle curve of your cheekbone.
neither of you dared to talk.
you simply felt the slow circles he traced on your skin, and he then focused on your pretty eyes.
“...i can't stop, zaynie,” you finally whispered, the words coming out before your brain could process them; the very reason you had this bad habit in the first place. “i don't know how to. it just happens.”
he crouched down next to you, placing one hand on the armrest and the other on the desk.
“it is not easy to change something you do unconsciously,” he conceded. “let alone something you deem necessary.”
“but… do you think i'm doing it to protect myself?” you whispered, looking down at him. “like, deep down, that's what my brain is trying to do?”
he contemplated your words before fixing his glasses.
“i am no psychiatrist, so i am afraid i cannot affirm nor deny allegations of that nature,” he shook his head slightly. “but i… would not discard that theory.”
he paused, trying to find the right words.
“you do not have to change that overnight. in fact, i do not think it is plausible,” he mumbled. “but you can start by acknowledging the facts instead of categorizing them.”
your head tilted to the side, until your cheek met your shoulder.
there it was; that confused gaze zayne secretly adored so much.
“meaning…?”
“meaning that instead of calling yourself stupid after forgetting something, you can just say ‘sorry, i forgot’. instead of insulting your brain's capacity, you can say ‘come again? i did not understand’,” he explained, hoping it wouldn't be too hard to follow.
your expression softened, and your lips seemed to curl up slightly.
“without using ugly words?” you softly asked.
“there is no need, no,” he nodded gently, feeling a bit relieved now that you had another way of expressing yourself.
“that… that sounds easy enough, zaynie,” you whispered. “even for someone dumb like me!”
before you could even register what it was that you said, zayne's eyes narrowed.
you killed all hope instantly.
he stood up quietly, to which you quickly jumped, getting out of the chair.
“oh, zayne, wait! gosh, i didn't even— hey!”
when you looked up, he had a stack of papers (probably some documents) rolled into a tube; one he used to softly tap your forehead.
“try again,” he calmly said.
“you can't just—”
“again,” he gestured with the roll of paper. “go ahead.”
“i— i understand! i'll try not to… categorize anything, i swear!” you squealed, hoping for a little bit of mercy. “it sounds easy!”
he finally lowered the papers, sighing heavily.
“good. but it is not easy,” zayne mumbled. “so i will be alert. i must ensure you practice being gentler to yourself.”
you sighed in relief once he placed the papers over his desk, straightening them with his slender fingers.
you felt like a pup being trained, in a way.
“...is that part of your role as my doctor, zaynie, or do you just care too much about me?” your voice came out tentative, and when your eyes met, you could've sworn the tips of his ears turned red.
he cleared his throat and looked away.
“i am merely ensuring your stress levels remain low. good self-esteem and healthy emotional practices do contribute to that,” he picked up your file, tapping it with his knuckle. “now, let us go to the second floor. we will start with the blood work.”
“blood work…?” you frowned, before gasping. “oh, right! my checkup, i totally forgot! i'm such a—”
your words died down almost instantly when his hand quietly went back to the documents on his desk.
“i'm such… such a great patient! i mean— i will be the best patient ever!” you rushed to the door, quickly opening it. “i'll see you down there!”
and just as quickly as you left, his face became one of a man smitten.
what was he going to do with you, other than worry every day?
he stared at the door, and then moved towards it, slipping the efficient and focused mask of a man in his field of work.
but beneath his pristine lab coat, his heart raced and ached for the most perfect person in this world; someone he wouldn't let destroy their self-esteem and self-worth with such deprecating words.
not if he could stop it, one paper roll at a time.~
I'd apologize for where I left the last chapter, but that would imply that I'm sorry.
I'll have y'all know I am not.
Enjoy!
Sylus had moved before he’d even realized it, and suddenly he was pulling Zayne into his arms. Zayne, in response, wrapped an arm around him, clinging to him as he buried his face against the juncture of Sylus’s neck and shoulder and took a deep inhale.
Zayne’s knees buckled, his weight collapsing against Sylus, who tightened his grip to keep him upright. “Sylus,” he breathed in a low voice against his collarbone. “‘m so hot…hurts everywhere…”
“I know, sweetie, let’s get you out of here,” Sylus murmured back, lips a hairsbreadth from his ear as he took a deep inhale of his scent and feeling something in his chest loosen. He looked up, ready to demand where the car he’d asked for was, when an engine from one of the SUVs roared to life nearby. It was parked further back from the others and as far as Sylus could see, it hadn’t been hit by any bullets. The driver’s door was open, and Kieran had pulled the front passenger door open and was busy laying the seat back.
Luke hopped out of the driver’s seat. “It’s ready to go, Boss-man,” he said.
Sylus looked down at Zayne for a second. Zayne hadn’t lifted his head from Sylus’s shoulder, and he wondered if he’d even heard what was going on around them.
He wordlessly bent over and swept an arm under Zayne’s knees, tightening his grip around his shoulders as he lifted him up into his arms. “Call ahead to the base and tell the kitchen to prepare enough food to last us about four days. Then tell the entire staff they all have the week off starting immediately,” he instructed. “And finish cleaning up here. Don’t take any prisoners.”
“Got it, Boss-man,” Kieran said as Sylus set Zayne down in the passenger seat and pulled his seat belt around him. He shut the door, and then rounded the vehicle to climb into the driver’s seat. He spared just enough time to shut his own door and pull his own seat belt on before driving off.
Luke and Kieran watched Sylus speed off with Doctor Zayne, a smile pulling at each of their lips under their masks.
Damn, we’re gonna have to bunk at one of the safe houses, Kieran said to Luke through their mind link.
Yeah, I wish we’d had time to get our gaming console first, Luke said.
Oh, well, you heard Boss-man. We gotta clean up here.
You should probably change first, though. You smell like an in-heat omega.
Change into what, exactly? Does it look like I brought extra clothes with me?
Come on, there’s plenty of corpses to loot!
Bullshit, I’m not taking— but Kieran’s oncoming mental rant was cut off as he suddenly flooded Luke’s mind with images.
Both of their mouths cut into wide grins under their masks, and Luke started laughing out loud. “Oh, that’s an awesome idea!”
Kieran went over to one of the bodies on the ground, but instead of taking their clothes, he took their rifle as well as an extra magazine. When he and Doctor Zayne had ended up stuck behind that SUV, they’d both used up all the bullets they had. Doctor Zayne had dropped the pistol he’d taken from upstairs when another cramp hit him, and Kieran’s own stolen rifle hadn’t lasted much longer before he too was out of ammunition.
Fortunately Boss-man and Luke had shown up not a minute later.
“You and you,” Luke pointed to two of the members of Onychinus that had accompanied him and Sylus. “You’re both betas, aren’t you?”
At their nods of affirmation, Luke continued. “Infiltrate with Kieran. You’re joining him for a game of cat-and-mouse with some of the alphas in there.”
After checking the rifle over, Kieran pocketed the extra magazine. “I’m gonna see if I can find their bombs while we’re in there,” he said as he and his backup headed inside. “I’m in the mood to make some shit explode.”
Luke only laughed again as he and the one remaining member of Onychinus headed back to the south side of the building, Luke pulling out his phone to call ahead to the base.
Sylus glanced over at Zayne as he sped through the N109 zone towards Onychinus’s base. He’d drawn his knees up and turned on his side, both arms now wrapped around his abdomen and his face clenched in pain. His pheromones had flooded the inside of the car, and it was all Sylus could do to focus on the road.
“Zayne, this doesn’t seem normal,” he said. “Are you supposed to be in pain like this?”
Zayne drew in a shallow breath. “Been on…suppressants too long,” he gritted out.
“Shit,” Sylus muttered under his breath. He needed to do something, and pulling over to help Zayne immediately simply wasn’t an option. He didn’t want to take the chance that they’d be found by anyone, enemy or ally alike.
He wanted Zayne somewhere safe above all else.
As soon as he heard Zayne draw in a deeper breath, signaling that this latest wave had passed, he reached over a hand to lay on his shoulder.
Zayne immediately grabbed his hand and brought it up to his nose, drawing a deep inhale through his half-glove. Sylus really had to work to ignore the surge of heat that shot through him. Then an idea came to him.
“Okay, Doctor, I need a consultation,” he said as he kept his eyes straight ahead and his one remaining hand on the steering wheel. “My patient is an in-heat omega who’s suddenly been deprived of his suppressants, which he’s been on for…I’m not sure how long, exactly. I just know his symptoms are all hitting him hard and he’s in quite a bit of pain from it. He’s also just been rescued from having been taken hostage, so he hasn’t eaten or had any proper rest.”
In spite of everything, Zayne managed to let out an amused snort. “The patient’s body…is adjusting to...the sudden absence…of his suppressants,” he managed to pant out. “The presence of…an alpha’s pheromones…can ease the…symptoms somewhat.”
“Okay, good,” Sylus said. “We’re already on the right track.”
“The patient needs…to be taken…somewhere safe…” Zayne continued. “He needs…water as soon as…it’s possible to get it…he’s probably…dehydrated from…excessive sweating…and his arousal…and it will also…further help with…the cramping.”
Sylus pulled his hand out of Zayne’s grip to pull his phone out of his pocket and called his butler. “Leave several bottles of water on my nightstand,” he said as soon as he answered. He was pretty sure there weren’t any supplies in this vehicle, and even if he thought there might have been, he wasn’t stopping to look.
“I’m on it myself,” he said. “The staff is done packing their things, and everyone who can is helping in the kitchen. How far out are you?”
“About twenty more minutes,” Sylus answered. “If they aren’t done before we arrive, tell them they aren’t to leave the kitchen to go to any other part of the base. And when they do finish, they are to head straight for the exit.”
“Yes, sir,” the butler answered, and Sylus ended the call.
As Sylus slid his phone back into his pocket, Zayne curled up against another cramp, and Sylus’s brows furrowed in sympathy. He slowed the SUV just enough to allow himself to shrug off his leather jacket, and once the latest cramp had passed, he handed it over to Zayne, who immediately pulled it to his face to take a deep inhale of the collar.
“Is there anything else I should know that might help my patient?” he asked as he picked up speed again.
“Try to…keep him calm…as much as possible,” Zayne answered, his voice slightly muffled from where he still had his nose buried in the collar of Sylus’s jacket. “And try…to keep him cool.”
Sylus reached over and turned the air conditioning on full blast and flipped the thermostat as low as it would go. “My patient is also an evolver,” he said.
“Don’t…allow him…to use his evol,” Zayne said. “He’ll only…burn up energy…and pass out.”
So getting Zayne to use his evol on himself wasn’t an option. And letting him pass out sounded like it wouldn’t lead anywhere good.
“What would happen if he passes out?”
“He might…not wake up…until his heat passes…”
Which Sylus already knew could take days. And that wasn’t an option, either.
“Got it. So focus on me, sweetie, okay? We’ll be there soon.”
“Mmmm…”
Sylus took that as agreement as he raced towards his mansion.
It felt like an eternity passed before Zayne could finally feel the SUV slowing down. In spite of what he’d said to Sylus, he had to fight the urge to fall asleep. Even though Sylus had him now, they still hadn’t reached safety yet.
But he hadn’t truly rested in days, and now he was getting deeper and deeper into his heat. The urge to close his eyes was powerful.
He made himself focus on Sylus as he tried to remember to take deep, regular breaths. Having Sylus’s favorite leather jacket helped—his pheromones had long since saturated the leather and satin lining.
And it seemed like his scent had wrapped itself around his very brain to flood through his entire body. The only thing his every instinct wanted to care about was that deeply intoxicating blood-and-gunpowder-in-a-deep-stormy-forest scent and how it was making his cock throb for attention and his entrance to fairly weep, further soaking right through his clothing.
Speaking of his clothing, he wanted nothing more than to tear every last scrap of fabric off of his body. None of it was Sylus or his soft skin, and he was far too hot even with the air conditioning on full blast.
He resisted the urge. Even though they’d slowed down, they were still driving, which meant they still hadn’t reached safety.
Another cramp came on, and Zayne drew back in on himself, jamming the collar of Sylus’s jacket against his nose and mouth and trying to make himself breathe through the pain.
“Deep breaths, sweetie, we’re almost there,” he thought he could hear Sylus saying.
The burning agony continued. Zayne wasn’t even aware they’d stopped and the engine was no longer running until the cramp finally released him. Sylus was standing at the open door and had reached around him to unbuckle his seat belt.
“Are we…” he heaved out.
“We arrived almost a minute ago,” Sylus answered. “Now, arm around me. We’re going inside.”
Zayne managed to pry an arm away from himself to wrap around Sylus’s shoulders, and Sylus lifted him into his arms again. Just like back at the distribution center, Zayne couldn’t muster up the ability to care enough to protest. He was only grateful that he didn’t have to walk on his own, and Sylus seemed perfectly content to carry him.
Though he had yet to let go of the jacket, he now had Sylus himself to bury his nose against. He took full advantage of this as Sylus carried him through the doors of the massive black mansion. Then they were headed up a flight of stairs, and Zayne just couldn’t make himself care enough to lift his head to take in his surroundings.
It felt like another eternity passed as they climbed the stairs and entered a long hallway. Zayne didn’t even know how many floors up they were.
Then Sylus was using his evol to open a door, and then Zayne was being sat down on a bed that was made up with black satin sheets and a thick comforter and had Sylus’s pheromones clinging to it.
Zayne finally opened his eyes when Sylus moved away from him, reaching over to the nightstand that had a book with a pair of reading glasses laid down on top of it as well as several bottles of water. Sylus grabbed one of the bottles and uncapped it.
“Drink,” he instructed, bringing the opened bottle to Zayne’s lips.
The cool water sliding down his throat to hit his stomach immediately soothed some of the fire radiating from his lower abdomen. Sylus held the bottle for him until he’d drank nearly half of it and Zayne pushed his hand away.
Zayne inhaled with some measure of relief as Sylus re-capped the bottle and set it back down on the nightstand, his lower abdomen no longer feeling quite so tight. His breathing even eased up; he wasn’t panting quite so hard now.
“You’ve no doubt guessed that you’re in my personal bedroom,” Sylus said. Then he drew in a breath and shut his eyes for a moment, as if coming to a conclusion about something. “You can ride out your heat in here.”
“What?” Zayne exhaled, blinking at Sylus in astonishment and finally dropping the jacket he’d had an arm wrapped around since Sylus had given it to him in the car.
“I’ll bring food up for you, but I’ll have to leave it inside the door,” he continued, not looking in Zayne’s direction.
Zayne reached out faster than even he thought possible and grabbed Sylus’s wrist. “You mean you don’t want to stay?”
Sylus’s eyes clenched shut like he was in pain himself. “Of course I want to stay,” he gritted through his clenched teeth, though he made no move to pull out of Zayne’s grip. “Fuck if I don’t want to stay more than anything else!” Then he looked down, and their eyes met. His ruby eyes were completely dilated with want and his fangs were down.
“So stay,” Zayne said.
“Damn it, Zayne,” Sylus growled out, stepping closer and falling to a knee in spite of what he was just saying about leaving. He still hadn’t pulled his arm loose from Zayne’s hand. “You have no idea what you’re actually asking.”
“What I have no idea of is what exactly the problem here is.”
“The problem is,” Sylus said on a resigned breath, “if I stay, I’m going to mark you. And it won’t be that I’ll want to, I mean that I’ll do it. I mean that I’ve been so in love with you since that night we met that I’ve wanted nothing more than to stay near you, and with you being in heat I won’t be able to stop myself from permanently marking you as mine and mine alone.”
“Good.” Zayne’s breathing grew even more steady at the declaration.
“What?”
“I want you to mark me.”
Sylus blinked in incredulity. “You want me to mark you,” he repeated.
“Yes. I realized it the other night when you took me home.”
Sylus could only stare in response. Zayne pulled on Sylus’s wrist that he had yet to let go of, pulled off his half-glove and tossed it aside, then adjusted his grip until his hand slid into Sylus’s and their fingers slotted together. Then he brought Sylus’s hand up to press a kiss to the back of it. Sylus drew in a sharp breath the moment his lips made contact with his skin.
“You want me to stay and mark you,” he repeated, captivation edging his voice now.
“I want you to stay, and I want you to mate with me, and I want you to mark me, because I also realized that night that I’d been fighting the fact that I’d fallen in love with you too. And I’m still not sure about the whole ‘fated mates’ thing, but I know that I want to be bound to you in every way possible.” His eyes held Sylus’s, his voice steady with conviction.
“Zayne,” Sylus exhaled, his eyes sliding shut again. “Tell me this is your heat talking. Tell me you don’t actually mean anything you just said. Do it now while my heart can still take it.”
“It’s not my heat talking,” Zayne answered immediately. “And I mean every word. I love you, Sylus Qin, and I want you for my mate.”
Sylus’s eyes opened, and Zayne was surprised to see tears in them. “Say that again,” he said, bringing his other hand up to cup the back of Zayne’s neck, his palm laying directly over the scent gland at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
Zayne smiled. “I love you, and I want you for my mate,” he repeated.
Sylus let out a breath as a broad smile of his own pulled at his lips. “I love you too, so much,” he said, surging forward to pull Zayne into a deep kiss, their tongues immediately delving into one another’s mouths.
Zayne’s arms came up to wrap around Sylus’s shoulders, one hand going up to slide into that soft, silky silver hair. At the same time, Sylus’s hands trailed down Zayne’s body all the way to his thighs to pull his legs around his waist and he stood up only to lay the both of them back down on the bed, holding his weight up on one arm while he settled between Zayne’s thighs.
Zayne couldn’t resist the urge to grind his hips upwards against’ Sylus’s own erection, his legs wrapping around Sylus’s hips for leverage. Sylus broke the kiss to let out a low growl, and Zayne took the opportunity to reach up to pull off his glasses.
Sylus caught his hand mid-motion. “Let me,” he said. Zayne couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips at how wrecked his voice already sounded and he nodded.
Sylus pulled his glasses off a touch more slowly than Zayne cared for and laid them down on the nightstand, then he reached down to pull his tie the rest of the way off. Zayne couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath at the sound of fabric sliding against fabric, and he somewhat reluctantly unwound his legs from Sylus’s hips.
Instead of moving to remove the rest of his clothes, Sylus threw the tie aside and lowered his head to recapture Zayne’s lips, tongue sliding back into his mouth and his hands finding Zayne’s arms to pull his hands up and pin them down by the wrists.
Zayne broke the kiss to let out a moan as he tilted his head back. Sylus only trailed kisses down his jaw to his throat, and Zayne could feel him smiling against his skin.
“Sylus…please…” he exhaled, his hips returning to thrusting against Sylus’s.
Sylus lowered a hand to still them. “Patience, sweetie,” he murmured, his voice a husky growl. “We have plenty of time, and I intend to take all of it.”
Zayne let out an impatient groan, but still obediently tilted his head back as Sylus returned to trailing heavy kisses down the column of his throat. A thrill went through Zayne as he could feel the tips of Sylus’s fangs grazing gently against his skin.
Then Sylus was at the base of his throat, stopping to press a few kisses to the pulse point before continuing towards the juncture of Zayne’s neck and shoulder. Zayne’s breath began to catch the closer Sylus got to his scent gland.
“Yes…Sylus, yes, now…” He began trembling with anticipation.
Sylus inhaled, his nose directly against Zayne’s scent gland. Then he licked a slow, reverent stripe across it. His tongue didn’t stop it’s trail upwards until his teeth nipped at Zayne’s earlobe.
“Not yet,” he purred directly into Zayne’s ear, his lips brushing against the flushed skin there. “I intend to be inside you when I mark you.”
Zayne answered with a wordless moan, something within himself loosening at the promise and he pulled his hands free of Sylus’s grasp on them to return them to his shoulders. Sylus allowed it, and returned to Zayne’s throat, his kisses this time not stopping until he reached his collarbone. He reached up and finished unbuttoning Zayne’s shirt as he licked and nipped along the bone.
Zayne sighed in relief when Sylus slid it off and it too was tossed aside. Then Sylus left him just long enough to sit back on his heels and pull his own shirt off, and it also disappeared. Zayne took the opportunity to take in the sculpted muscles, and another wave of arousal washed through him at the sight. The surge emanated through his pheromones, which had Sylus letting out a low growl.
He couldn’t resist reaching up to brush his fingertips along the space over his sternum, tracing the contours of Sylus’s pectoral muscles. Sylus drew in a sharp breath and caught his hand, pressing heavy kisses to those fingers and down the palm.
When he reached his wrist, his kisses became a lot more gentle as his tongue traced along the raised welts left by the handcuffs.
“I’m going to kill every last one of them for this alone,” he murmured against Zayne’s arm as he reached for his other hand that he’d begun trailing down his ribs and began gently licking over the welts there too.
Zayne had a response to that that died on his tongue when Sylus pinned his arms back to the bed and swept his lips up into another deep kiss. It was forgotten completely when Sylus’s lips began traveling down again, this time not stopping until he’d reached Zayne’s chest, where he began leaving a trail of fiery kisses over every inch of skin there. His arms left Zayne’s wrists again to trail over his ribs and down his abdomen.
Zayne’s hands came up to bury themselves in Sylus’s hair as the combination of his mouth and fingers made electricity shoot through his entire body. When his hips began to rock again, one of Sylus’s hands abandoned the fire it was lighting along Zayne’s oblique muscle to hold him still. He could feel Sylus smiling against his skin.
“So impatient,” he rumbled as his free hand traced teasingly along the waistband of Zayne’s slacks. Zayne let out an annoyed whine and fisted one hand in his hair and the other around the wrist at his hip in response. Sylus’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter.
“Sweetie, I promise I’m going to take care of you,” he said, lifting his head just enough to meet Zayne’s already-wrecked gaze. “Just let me savor you first.”
“But you’ll have two days to—haahh…” he began arguing, but was immediately cut off and threw his head back with a sharp moan as Sylus returned to mouthing at his abdominal muscles and his hand started unbuckling his belt.
The belt soon disappeared to the same place the rest of their clothes were going. Sylus made no move to unbutton his pants, however, and his hips made an effort to rock upwards again in spite of Sylus’s hand holding them in place.
Now both hands were holding him in place, and Zayne let out a frustrated growl this time, which had Sylus laughing again. “So very impatient,” he said, lifting himself away from the sheer torment he was wreaking against Zayne’s midsection. Sylus’s hands left his pelvis only to remove Zayne’s own hands from himself. “Fine, I suppose I can indulge you for now.” With that, he pulled away from Zayne and left the bed entirely.
Before Zayne could protest, Sylus kicked off his boots and finished stripping entirely.
Zayne swore under his breath and his hands fisted in the bedding. It was all he could do to not come at the sight of Sylus’s bare body. He was all defined muscle and his cock was fully erect and leaking precome.
At the sight of that, Zayne’s hands moved to the waistband of his own pants to begin working at the buttons. Sylus, however, reached out and grabbed hands before he could get the first button undone.
“That’s my job,” he said, pressing them back down to the bedding. Then he reached up to unbutton and unzip his pants himself. “Now breathe, sweetie,” he said as he reached down to pull off Zayne’s shoes. “I said I was going to take care of you, and I will.”
Zayne drew as deep a breath as he could manage and lay back against the pillow as Sylus finished undressing him. That breath became a deeply-relieved sigh as the rest of his clothing was finally pulled off of his body.
“Oh, Zayne, just look at you,” Sylus murmured, his voice full of captivation. Zayne met his eyes again as he crawled back onto the bed to settle between his legs again, and Sylus’s lips met his, tongue sliding into his mouth, their arms wrapping around each other.
Sylus didn’t try to stop him immediately when Zayne’s hips started rolling against his again, their cocks in direct contact with each other now. But before Zayne could wrap his legs around Sylus’s hips again, Sylus pulled away and returned to mouthing at Zayne’s waist. Zayne reached up to fist one hand in his pillow while the other buried itself in Sylus’s hair again. Sylus’s hands returned to holding his hips in place as he worked his way lower this time.
This time, he didn’t stop until he licked a stripe up Zayne’s throbbing cock all the way to the tip, tongue flicking over the slit once before he took the entire length into his mouth at the same time as he slid two fingers into Zayne’s soaked entrance, causing Zayne to let out a cry as he threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. The hand in Sylus’s hair fisted again, causing him to moan around Zayne’s cock.
Zayne had to fight to not come immediately.
But Sylus, apparently, could sense his internal battle and pulled off of his cock. “Don’t hold back on my account, sweetie,” he purred, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of Zayne as his mouth returned to his cock.
Zayne was well past the point of coherency. All he could do was keep one hand fisted in the pillow and the other in Sylus’s hair as Sylus steadily built up a rhythm of sliding his fingers in and out of Zayne while simultaneously sliding his cock in and out of his mouth, Sylus expertly sucking as he pulled off and his tongue teasing at the underside only to swallow back down all the way to the back of his throat.
It didn’t take long at all for the orgasm to rock through Zayne’s body, Sylus swallowing every last drop. Sylus didn’t pull his fingers out of Zayne until Zayne met his eyes. When he did, he lifted them to his mouth to lick them clean and when had he used four fingers?
Zayne watched him as he caught his breath, his hand sliding from Sylus’s hair. His erection hadn’t waned in the slightest and in fact was starting to leak precome again.
“Are you alright?” Sylus asked when he was done licking his fingers clean.
“Sylus?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Get up here.” Zayne reached back for Sylus and tugged him upwards by his arms. Sylus laughed, and as he drew in a breath to speak, Zayne immediately cut him off by pulling him into yet another deep kiss.
Then Zayne found himself swallowing a moan from Sylus when his hand found Sylus’s cock and began slowly pumping from root to tip. When he knew he had Sylus’s guard down, he put one hand to his shoulder, hooked a leg around his hip, and flipped the both of them over.
He broke the kiss and sat up, straddling his hips while Sylus blinked up at him in astonishment for a second, his hands coming up to steady Zayne.
“Are we that eager?” Sylus asked, a lascivious grin pulling at his lips.
“We,” Zayne said, leaning down to Sylus’s neck to inhale his scent right above his scent gland and taking his cock back in hand, “are in heat, and while yes, we are eager, we’ve decided that we should pay you back for taking the edge off for the time being.” With that, he took a minute to lick and nip at his neck before shifting down to straddle his thighs.
The cock in his hand began to throb in response both to Zayne’s mouth working it’s way down to Sylus’s pectoral muscles and to the slow stroking it was receiving. Sylus did nothing to try to suppress his moans, and though the hand on his cock never changed it’s pace, his moans began to grow louder the lower Zayne moved.
Then it was Zayne’s turn to take Sylus’s cock into his mouth, and he kept up the same slow pace that his hand had. One of Sylus’s hands slid into Zayne’s hair, stroking at the raven-black strands as his other arm moved to lift himself up by the elbow.
Zayne glanced up at Sylus to find his head thrown back, his beautiful ruby eyes clenched shut against the onslaught of pleasure as his chest heaved. Zayne couldn’t help smiling around the cock in his mouth and began to move faster.
“Stop,” Sylus gasped out after less than a minute, his hand tightening in Zayne’s hair.
Zayne pulled off of his cock and blinked up at him, not in the least bit sorry. Sylus gazed back down at him, the hand in his hair coming down to cup his cheek. Zayne turned his head and pressed a kiss to the palm.
“Get up here,” Sylus said, sitting up and tugging a chuckling Zayne up with him, pulling him to straddle his lap and settle his legs around his waist. He silenced Zayne’s laughter with another deep kiss that had Zayne wrapping his arms tightly around Sylus’s shoulders and melting against him.
Sylus’s hands traveled downwards to rest low on Zayne’s waist as their tongues caressed one another’s. When his hips began rocking against Sylus’s again, those hands slid down to still them.
“Ready?” Sylus asked, breaking the kiss just enough to growl out the question.
At Zayne’s nod, Sylus lifted him up and Zayne reached down to take Sylus in hand once more, this time to guide him in.
Zayne’s breath caught and his nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as Sylus finally started entering him. In spite of the preparation Sylus had given him and in spite of how wet he was thanks to his heat, Sylus was still big.
At least it wasn’t painful, and Zayne didn’t stop until he had taken Sylus all the way to the hilt.
Sylus’s arms came up around Zayne to hold him steady as he caught his breath and relaxed around him. Once his breathing evened out enough, Sylus pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice breathless.
Zayne gave him a reassuring smile. “Yes.” He pulled Sylus into a slow kiss and began rocking against him at the same pace his lips moved against Sylus’s.
Sylus’s arms tightened around him, one hand going to a hip to guide him and the other at his shoulder to keep him close. When Zayne broke for air, Sylus’s tongue slid into his mouth to stroke along Zayne’s at the same pace he’d set with his hips.
As Sylus’s hips began to match pace with Zayne’s as well, Zayne began flexing around Sylus’s cock every time he pulled out. Their mouths parted from one another with the need for air, though their foreheads came to rest together as they thrust in time with one another.
Zayne began to lose all sense of time as they moved together. It seemed like both forever and no time at all when Sylus pulled him into another deep kiss that both went on for a long time and yet ended too soon. Then his mouth was trailing down Zayne’s jaw and then his throat, and Zayne tilted his head back, his hands tightening their grip on Sylus’s shoulders and his pace picking up the closer Sylus got to his scent gland at the base of his neck.
He was only distantly aware that he’d started moaning again, and that his moans were turning into cries as Sylus worked his way down and their pace began to pick up in earnest. Sylus let out a rumbling growl when he started mouthing over Zayne’s scent gland again which led to Zayne thrusting harder against him.
Then Zayne became aware of the swelling at the base of Sylus’s cock as it slid in and out of him.
“Ready, sweetie?” came the growl next to his ear.
“Yes!…Sylus…now,” he managed to pant in response.
Then it happened all at once. Sylus gave a hard thrust into Zayne, seating his knot inside him while at the same time, his fangs sank into his scent gland.
Zayne completely shattered, his vision going white as his orgasm tore through him. He may have screamed, he honestly didn’t know. He was only barely aware that Sylus followed right behind him, warmth spreading in his lower abdomen as he spilled into him.
Then Zayne went completely limp in Sylus’s embrace, sinking into velvety blackness as Sylus pulled his fangs out of his scent gland. He could feel Sylus laying back against the pillows and turning them onto their sides, though he didn’t have the energy at the moment to help.
Fortunately, Sylus didn’t seem to need it. “Get some sleep, sweetie,” he murmured as he pulled Zayne’s leg over his hip to better accommodate the knot that was still locked inside him, sensing somehow that Zayne was still awake. “I know you didn’t get to have enough of it before.”
“Mmm,” Zayne hummed in response as he could feel Sylus pressing a kiss to his forehead and pulling him further into his arms, and he allowed sleep to overtake him.
Sylus watched Zayne as he relaxed into sleep and a contented smile pulled at his lips as he reached up to brush his hair away from his face. He couldn’t help pressing a kiss to his forehead. Zayne stirred only slightly in response before nuzzling his face into Sylus’s neck.
Sylus tightened his arms around Zayne, and his eyes drifted down to the juncture of Zayne’s neck and shoulder, the place that now bore Sylus’s mark. He lifted a hand to trace the tips of his fingers ever-so-gently against it, knowing the site would be tender for Zayne for a little while as it healed over. But the scarring against it would remain, signaling to the world that he was now bonded.
The only problem that Sylus could really foresee was the fact that it would be easily covered by Zayne’s shirts. Sylus found himself wishing that he didn’t have to cover it up, that he could show it off to everyone.
Then his eyes drifted down to Zayne’s hands, which Zayne had tucked between their bodies, and the hand Sylus had been tracing over his mark with fell between them to gently tug out Zayne’s left hand.
He gazed at it, sizing up his fingers and estimating how much platinum he would need and mentally cataloguing which stones worked best with both platinum and diamonds and would also suit Zayne the best.
It was a project he’d planned to start as soon as Zayne’s heat was over. He would need something to do between battles in the coming turf war, after all.
i want to write zayne smut so bad but i feel like he’s the hardest to write out of all of them </3 if anyone wanna share their zayne hcs feel free to do so i would love to read and gain some ideas!
