IAN
I sat still on Draven's lap, relishing in his quiet breathing as his big hands ran up and down my back. It had been like this for over an hour. We just sat there in the dark silence but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He needed time to calm down and I needed time to figure out exactly what I wanted to say.

Now that I knew what was behind all of his intentions I could finally understand where he was coming from with all of his actions even if I didn't necessarily agree with them. I still wasn't sure of how to approach it without enticing him to go slaughter Mike or scaring him off.

He rested his chin on the top of my chest after pressing a kiss to my hair and making my face heat up considerably. I would never be able to comprehend how he was so effortlessly alluring and captivating with just the slightest movement.

"I'm sorry I hurt your friends," he murmured, "they still deserved it, but I'm sorry."

I laughed against his chest. "That's progress I guess."

He nodded, "progress."

"You kind of speak like a caveman sometimes," I giggled and he pulled away from me.

"Caveman," he repeated in confusion.

My pupils dilated with the proximity of his face from mine. "Yeah. A caveman."

"Me say small sentence like caveman?"

My eyes widened before I broke out into laughter. "I didn't know you have a sense of humor!"

"Caveman no understand." He kissed my forehead when I giggled at his cuteness again. Never would I have thought I'd be in a situation like this with a guy like Draven. The concept was crazy but somehow it was defying reason anyway.

"Caveman no understand what?" I reciprocated.

He kissed my nose and I swear I was swooning. "Caveman no understand Ian."

I pulled him closer. "Me no understand Draven either," I whispered, eyes darting down to his lips in want.

"Caveman want to understand," he spoke quietly, intertwining our fingers together as I smiled.

"What do you want to understand?" I asked with a soft tone.

"Your feelings for me," he went right for it and I gulped at his abruptness. Of course I had feelings for him and anyone with eyes could see that but I was scared to admit it to him.

"Yeah." I bit my lip nervously, "do you have feelings for me?"

"Yes," he didn't hesitate and my heart practically exploded in my chest.

I smiled so widely my face hurt. "You do?"

"Caveman like Ian lots." He brushed his nose against mine teasingly and I kissed him without a beat in between.

We held onto each other like we were afraid the other would suddenly disappear or run away. Our lips moved in sync, his tongue licking into my mouth and making me moan. He pulled back to rest his forehead against mine. "Xavier."

I shook my head slightly. "I tried to like Li— I mean Xavier. I tried to like Xavier, but I don't. I couldn't. I kind of have the hots for a certain caveman."

That made him crack a smile and I laughed again at how childishly possessive he was over me. "Good," he kissed me harder.

"Why have you been pushing me away?" I asked, wanting to confirm what Mike told me and hear Draven say it himself.

He paused and I could see the silent debate he was having with himself inside of his head. He let out a sigh of defeat and looked away from me.

"I was scared," he mumbled, barely audible. I bet he was hoping I couldn't hear him.

I bit back my smile, "scared of what?"

He groaned, "I don't... I don't want to hurt you."

"Why would you hurt me?" I whispered, saddened by the pain in his voice when he said that.

"Everyone I love winds up dead."

Well I wasn't expecting that response.

"Like who? I bet it's not everyone."

"My mom, dad, sister, brother, best friend, ex boyfriend, I could keep going but it gets depressing."

My eyes watered up at the bitterness in his voice. It wasn't my place to be upset but it killed me inside knowing that Draven had undergone so much trauma. That was why he normalized death so much as if it were a solution to everything.

"What happened to them?" I asked softly, "you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"If I answer will you tell me about you."

I nodded, "that sounds like a fair enough trade to me, Mr Caveman."

He smiled down at me and pecked my lips again before going back to his depressing signature expression.

"Mom killed herself. Dad got in a car accident. Sister had cancer. Best friend drowned. I don't want to talk about my brother or ex," he spoke plainly and I forced myself to choke down the tears begging to spill down my cheeks. "Why are you in here? You're too sweet and innocent to end up in a shithole like this."

I hid my face in his neck. I knew that was the first thing to ask but that didn't mean I was prepared to answer. But he opened up and it was my turn to pay up my end of the deal.

"When my dad found out that I'm... gay," I still had trouble admitting the word out loud. "He got a little angry." I laughed dryly.

"A little?" he rocked me against him.

"He got out a gun and pointed it at me."

Draven yanked himself away from me with anger burning through him. "He what?"

"He pointed a gun at me. My mom went in to defend me but he pointed it at her instead. I panicked and grabbed it from him and the gun— it just, it... just w-went off." I sniffled, "I don't know how to use a fucking gun, I've never even seen one in person until that day, but nobody believed me. My dad was telling them that I'm mentally unstable or diseased or whatever because of it. He doesn't want me to go to juvy or anything. He just wants me to be cured so that's why I got sent here of all places."

By the time I had finished tears were puddling down my face but I wiped them away. I didn't want to give that asshole the satisfaction of my misery. I was embarrassed to admit that I was glad everything worked out the way it did because otherwise I wouldn't have met Draven.

Draven was shaking in pure fury but tried to suppress it for my sake. I pressed my lips against my neck before licking a stripe along his jawline like he's done to me. His grip on me tightened but that was his only reaction. I could tell he wanted to make me feel better but didn't know how.

Cavemen aren't exactly known for their social skills.

"You know," I trailed my forefinger down his collarbone shyly, "there are several forms of comfort."

He smirked back, ears perking up at the offer. He certainly knew his way around that kind of comfort.

A/N
(Short chapter again cuz I like making the chapters with smut separate in case anyone doesn't want to read it.)