Chapter Nine

Six moaned and melted back on the bed. His body was like puddy to do with as I pleased, and he seemed more than happy to let me do so.

I knelt between his legs, holding him in my mouth, and not quite sure what to do next. I tested him with my tongue, teased the tip of him, slid around the girth of him, and he moaned as if I were doing the best thing in the world to him, so I kept it up. He tossed his head to the side and reached a hand down, taking hold of my hair. I waited to see if it annoyed me, as I'd always had sensitivities about my hair, but strangely, it didn't feel bad at all. I could feel the desperation of pleasure in his grasp, his fingers scraping my scalp ever so slightly, his knuckles tight.

I continued to suck and swirl my tongue around him, watching him squirm as he drew closer and closer to his peak. I debated letting him reach it. I debated just stopping and watching him grow frustrated.

But he was such a good boy. He was behaving so well. Surely that was deserving of a reward of some kind.

So I went to town until he shuddered and his body tightened, his lips clamping back a cry of pleasure as he came right into my mouth. My first reaction was to swallow instinctively, so I did, only to make a face at the bitterness that overcame the original sweetness. I wrinkled my nose a little, then looked up to see Six staring up at the ceiling breathlessly. I smiled, absolutely pleased with his reaction.

I rose to my feet to stand over him and he stared up at me, his hands tossed on the bed by either side of his head, hair tousled. He made quite a picturesque sight, laying there, spent.

Of course, I was nowhere near done.

"Roll over," I ordered. Six blinked a couple times, looked at me, then cocked his head and propped himself up on his arms, turning over. I watched his cheeks pinken at the position of him on all fours, his perky ass facing me. I knelt one leg on the bed and leaned in, placing my hands on his cheeks. They were so firm, so thick. I spread his cheeks and he gasped a little, lowering his head. I saw the pink from his cheeks spread to the tips of his ears. Still, he didn't try to get away from me, he held still, like a good boy.

I bared his pink puckered bud to my gaze, admired it for a moment, never thinking I would do such a thing, but here I was. I licked my lips and leaned in, placing my mouth over it. Six gasped again, squirmed a little, but didn't fight me. I suckled there, running my tongue along the edge before pushing it through the tight ring of muscles. He moaned, his limbs quivering. I sucked with my lips and pushed with my tongue, tasting his sweet honey as I worked. I knelt there for a little while, stabbing him with my tongue before pulling away, licking my lips. He slumped onto his elbows, unable to prop himself up on his arms any longer.

"Good boy," I murmured, stroking his ass cheek. He peeked at me shyly. I smiled, then reached for his hips and gently guided him down on the bed so he was lying flat. He turned his head to watch me curiously as I climbed up onto the bed and propped myself up over him. I cracked my knuckles for a second, then reached down to his muscular back.

As soon as my hands landed on him, I felt the tension, felt the knots, felt the tightness. He worked so hard. I could feel it in his muscles. For a brief moment, I almost felt sorry for him. He was working so hard, trying his best, yet he couldn't complete his mission. And unfortunately, he never would.

I began to knead my fingers into his back and he breathed out a gasp that turned into a long satisfied moan. I rolled my palms against his muscles, against the knots in his back, working them free. I took my time, enjoyed the feeling of his soft firm skin beneath my fingers. His skin was mostly blemish free, but he had a few very cute little beauty marks dotting his olive skin. I ran my fingers over them, counting at least six on his back, noticing a couple more on his arms, and one on the back of his neck.

I leaned forward and placed my lips over the one on the back of his neck. He purred like an overgrown kitten as I suckled there for a moment, then pulled back, licking my lips and continuing my massage of his back. He was practically melted on the bed again, but he was shifting his hips a bit, as if uncomfortable. I knew why. It brought a smile to my face.

I sat back, releasing his back and he breathed out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked softly. He nodded immediately. I smiled at that. I conjured a bottle of lubricant from my bathroom and hoisted his hips up. He almost slumped back down on the bed, then managed to right himself properly for me. I squirted the bottle against him and all over myself before tossing it aside. I held his hips, held myself at the ready, only to pause for a moment.

I wasn't sure why I paused. Maybe it was to admire the sight before me of Six willingly on his hands and knees, anticipating my entry. Maybe it was a brief moment of what the hell was I doing? He wasn't the enemy, no. But he was... trying to kidnap me. He was trying to take me back to the Mother. He was trying to help her destroy my family.

And yet, I was hungry. I was hungry for him. I wanted every part of him. I wanted more than just his body, his heart. I wanted his soul. I wanted him all to myself. I wanted to possess him fully.

So I did. I inserted myself slowly and gently at first before seating myself fully inside him. He groaned the whole time, gasped at the end, melted against the bed, fisting the blankets. His eyelids fluttered and his lips parted in a moan of relief at being so full.

"So... big..." He purred. I felt a wave of satisfaction, a wave of pride.

"You really know exactly what to say," I murmured, stroking his cheeks as I held still for a moment for him to get used to me. He squirmed a little after a short while, clearly wanting me to move, so I obeyed his silent begging and slid myself back. I listened to him moan, then cry out as I plunged myself home. He twisted his fists in the blankets, spread his legs just a little wider, and took me as I started to piston my hips. He moaned and begged for more. He was so vocal. I loved it.

"Yes," he mewled, "Yes, please, more!" I obeyed, pushing deeper, harder, faster. He cried out with each plug, moaning at each withdrawal. I was grateful my room was further away from the other rooms. I placed a sound barrier on it after another cry of ecstasy.

"Scream all you want," I said, stroking his cheek before I drew my hand back and slapped him hard and he cried out, "No one is going to hear you." He moaned, pressing his cheek against the bed before he peered up at me, panting for breath.

"Again," he pleaded. I nodded and spanked him again and he gasped. I watched his rock hard cock bob and ooze, his cheeks bouncing around me, one turning a nice solid pink, soon red. I reached out with my other hand and grabbed a handful of his hair, jerking him up onto his arms. He gasped at the rough treatment, but he didn't protest. He just moaned some more.

"You really are a glutton for punishment," I murmured.

"Yes," Six moaned, "Fuck me, please, spank me."

"You wish is my command," I answered, spanking him with my other hand. He jerked and cried out again, then pushed back to meet my thrusts.

Gods, he was delicious. Absolutely mouthwatering. His muscles quivered, his ass cheeks bounced with each rough thrust, his plush pink lips parted in desperate moans and pleas for more, his hazel eyes heavy lidded. He was enjoying this. A lot. As was I. He made a perfect sight. He was completely fucked up in the best possible way, his entire body shaking and coming closer and closer to release. I could feel it coming myself, feel the rising of pleasure reaching a peak. I slammed in particularly hard, and it hit just the right spot for both of us.

Erotic pleasure rocketed through my system and I felt myself shatter into pieces, felt my body take on a mind of its own as I pump my hips up against him, felt my cock kick inside him and spill my seed until he overflowed and it dripped to the bed. Six cried out, his whole body shaking and his cock still bouncing as it spilled out onto the bed. We rode the high out as long as we possibly could, as the tingling of sensitivity blew us out of our minds and a moment later, we were slumping onto the bed, breathing heavily.

That was all I could hear, aside from a soft buzzing in my ear. The sound of our breathes mingling as we gasped for air. Six had rolled over onto his side to face me, his hazel eyes watching me with an intense tenderness I hadn't expected. I rolled over to face him in return, watching him catch his breath. We simply laid there, not speaking now. I reached over and took one of his hands into mine, stroking his long fingers, noting the short ragged nails from where he chewed at them.

"Don't chew your nails," I said. Six blinked, looked at his hands, then back up at me. He scowled.

"Don't tell me what to do," he responded. I smirked, then laughed. He looked at me curiously, but apparently my laugh was contagious, because a smile worked onto his face before he laughed too. The sound was absolutely beautiful; rough and husky. I wanted to listen to it forever. As we sobered, we laid there in silence, now simply touching one another. It wasn't so much sexual as it was... curiosity. I ran my fingers along the thick pads of his pecs, along his thick muscular arms, the soft little hairs on his arms tickling my fingers. He stroked my chest, brushed his thumbs by my nipples, slid his hand up along my throat and stroked my chin with his thumb. That's all it was. Touching, searching, exploring.

My phone abruptly went off and I cursed as Six immediately yanked his hand back and sat up. I sat up and rolled over, reaching for my phone on my nightstand. I sat on the edge of the bed now as I listened to Six get up.

"What?" I snapped into the phone.

"Whoa, don't take my head off," came Claire's voice, making me frown, "I didn't mean to wake you up. I know it's early." I looked at the time and saw it was seven am.

"Sorry," I said with a sigh, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just needed to let you know that you have six requests for performances coming up, and I informed them you were taking some time off, but they are willing to wait until you're finished, so I was hoping you could give me a time frame to work with," she explained. I sighed, glancing over at Six, who was frowning as he stood by the bed, pulling his pants up.

"Ah, it'll probably be another couple weeks."

"So should I start scheduling or are you not sure?"

"Go ahead and schedule. I'll only need a couple weeks."

"Okay, sounds good. I'll inform the clients. You can get back to sleep now."

"Yeah. Thanks, Claire. Have a good morning."

"You too, sweetheart." Click. I turned to apologize to Six, only to see he wasn't there. I blinked and stood up, looking around, but the room was empty. My heart sank with disappointment. We didn't even get to talk much tonight. Oh, sure, we did what I'd been waiting to do, but I had wanted to lay there and talk to him some more, to get to know him. On top of that, I wanted to know who had hurt him when he arrived. Had it been the Mother? One of her cronies? Because he was failing at his mission? What if he was hurt again?

The idea that someone was beating him infuriated me. I had never felt a rage so white hot before, so much that my fists were clenching and my arms shaking. I wanted to find whoever had hurt him and crack their skull open and watch them bleed. Whoever dared to hurt him was going to pay soon.

I guaranteed it.

With that in mind, I got in the shower and washed off, washed my face, and headed downstairs to an empty kitchen. It was strange not seeing Remi cooking or Castiel rummaging for food, but it was rather early. Neither of them woke up this early in the morning.

Sighing, I grabbed some fruit as my breakfast and headed back upstairs to my room. I stared at the mess of my bed, then decided to clean up, even though a part of me just wanted to leave it the way it was. It was unsanitary, but cleaning it up made it seem like it never happened and I didn't want that. I wanted there to be proof Six had been here, that I had taken him, and he'd taken me. I wasn't sure why either, considering I hadn't told my parents about him, exactly. So this was technically supposed to be a secret.

Frustrated, I finished cleaning up the mess and decided to drop in to see Lumen. Her door was enchanted, but this time, I decided not to hesitate and opened the door, breaking the enchantment and walking right in.

Of course, that was probably the biggest mistake of my life.

When there was an enchantment on a door to keep people out, there was probably a very good reason for doing so.

Like finding your sister sleeping in bed with another female.

"Oh," I said the moment I came in, closing the door behind him as Lumen shot up in bed, grabbing her blankets and gathering them up to hide herself from me. Beside her, Five was still fast asleep. She didn't wake up a bit. She just continued snoring softly, bundled up under the blankets.

"There's a reason I didn't want anyone in here," Lumen hissed. I nodded, turning my back to give her privacy. I heard her slide out of bed and scramble to put clothes on before clearing her throat. I turned back around to see her wearing her kimono-style robe that clung to her slender body.

"My apologies. I figured she was here, but I didn't know," I admitted. Lumen gave me a droll stare.

"What else did you think we were doing?"

"I'm not sure, honestly."

"Okay, well, what did you want?"

"I wanted to check on you and see how things were going," I responded, then paused, "And... To tell you I slept with Six." Lumen's eyes widened at that. She looked over at Five, who was still fast asleep. The female was one heavy sleeper. I wasn't even whispering and she still snored away like the world around her didn't even exist.

"You slept with him?" She asked. I nodded. She stared at me, then cleared her throat and gestured for me to follow her over to the bathroom. We stepped inside and she shut the door.

"Doesn't seem like we're disturbing her," I mused. Lumen shook her head.

"Probably not. She sleeps like the dead, but still. I don't want her to wake up and hear us talking about this. Six is practically her brother. What happened last night?" She asked. I looked down at the floor for a second, trying to figure out exactly what happened and what led up to us sleeping together, but frankly, it was a blur up until the moment we connected.

"Uh... He showed up, injured," I murmured, making Lumen frown, "He looked like he'd been beaten. I healed him. One thing led to another, we ended up together... Lumen, he was so beautiful." Lumen seemed to relax a little as she folded her arms over her chest as if she were chilly, before a little smile came to her lips.

"Oh?" She asked.

"Yes. I've never seen anyone like him before. I've never felt like this before. He's just so... perfect. He's beautiful. He's strong. He's funny. He's adorable. He's shy. I love him, Lumen. I really do." Lumen's eyes grew sad, but completely understanding.

"I know the feeling," she said softly, glancing at the door to the bedroom, then at the floor before lifting those eyes to me, "Were you able to talk to him at all?" I shook my head.

"Not really. Nothing that would pertain to the Mother, unfortunately. I just... I couldn't concentrate on anything, but him. He was my entire world. He still is my entire world."

"I know. I wasn't able to talk about anything last night either. It was kind of just... about us. Together. That's all I wanted it to be too," she said softly, "This is going to be harder than I thought. Talking to them about the Mother." I nodded grimly.

"Perhaps we'll need a new plan," I said. Lumen looked at me.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. I really don't. I just want to spend time with Six. I just want to pretend the Mother doesn't exist and it's just me and him and the world isn't falling apart around us."

"I know," Lumen whispered, "Trust me, I so get that, brother mine." I sighed, reaching up to rake a hand through my hair before I glanced at the bathroom door, then back at Lumen.

"We need to reconvene with the Cousins. I'll call about a meeting tomorrow night," I decided. Lumen nodded in agreement. We left the bathroom and sure enough, Five was still fast asleep, unmoving, just snoring. I glanced at Lumen, who walked over and sat on the bed on Five's side. She reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of Five's face, tucking it behind her ear. Five sighed in her sleep and rolled over to face Lumen, curling up near her, as if she sensed her there. Lumen looked up at me, biting her bottom lip. I gave her a nod of understanding.

I ducked out of the room to give them privacy, returning the enchantment on the door, before I headed downstairs for another dance session with dad. It didn't last very long because father showed up and stole dad away. I wasn't about to follow them, so I went to the kitchen for lunch, but could barely eat the shakshuka Remi had prepared. I just wasn't hungry. I couldn't concentrate on anything.

My brain was filled with Six.

Was he going to visit again tonight? What would we do? What could I do? Should I try talking to him? What if that scared him away? What if it made him angry and he attacked me again? I didn't mind that part; I could defend myself no problem. I just didn't want to waste time together fighting. I wanted to spend our time together well.

Sighing, I sent a text to the group chat with the Cousins.

No luck talking to 6. What now. I didn't have to wait too long for a reply. This one came from Wren.

Maybe we should tell Hades, yeah?

Nobody asked you. Daphne May replied.

He literally just asked a group chat, May. Fuck off. Wren responded. I sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of my nose. Something told me those two were gonna get into a fist fight at some point tomorrow, so we'd have to meet up somewhere else, instead of a bar.

We've been over this, Holly inserted, we're not telling Hades yet. Anyway that's fine, hadrian. You tried. Maybe we can figure something else out.

Like what? We're running around like chickens with our heads cut off, Wren said.

Maybe if you gave us helpful advice instead of being a dick all the time, we'd get somewhere. Daphne May answered. I sighed.

My advice is the best advice. Tell hades. Then we wouldn't have to worry about it. Wren said.

The last time i told hades something he locked me in a room for a whole year. I responded. There was a long pause and no one said anything for about five minutes, so I went to the living room and turned on the TV, but didn't really pay attention to it as I watched someone type a response before it posted.

I know that was hard for you, Wren said, i'm sorry if i sound inconsiderate. I just don't think we should write hades off just yet. He's dealt with this kind of stuff before. Maybe he can help this time. After all, the Mother is his sister.

I get that. I just don't think Hades will be helpful. He's just going to lock me up again and hurt 6. Thats not what i want. I explained.

I know. Wren wrote. There was another lengthy pause between responses. Holly sent a GIF of someone sighing and dropping their head on a table.

Alright. So we can't tell hades, Wren said at last, you tried talking to six. Nothing happened.

It's not that I didn't try talking to him. I just don't know how to do it. We don't talk much when we're together. I admitted. Another pause before Daphne May sent a wolf whistle sticker and Holly sent a GIF of someone spitting water and laughing.

Ooookay, Wren said, try actually talking this time. Don't ask him directly you'll scare him away. Just bring the topic up casually.

How do you casually bring up that he's trying to kidnap me for his evil dictator mother? I asked.

Fuck if i know man if it were up to me, we'd tell hades and get this over with but youre the one who wants to be complicated about it. You figure it out. Im gonna go give my dogs a bath. Wren answered.

Wow that was helpful, Daphne May said, okay, hay, just ask him gently. Ask him why you guys can't just be together normally. That's a good lead into a conversation. If he cockblocks you on it, just tell him you want more from your relationship.

That's too pushy, Amenti jumped in, don't do that. Just talk to him normally. Ask him about his hobbies. Ask him about what he wants to do in life. Get to know him, hay. The topic will shift naturally to where it's supposed to go. Don't force anything. Just be natural.

I considered that. Be natural, she said. What exactly did that mean? None of my conversations were natural, according to my cousins and family. I was the black sheep in the family. Nothing I did was natural or normal. It never had been. Even as a child, nothing I did was the right thing and I was always mocked or picked on for doing the wrong thing. I didn't want to fuck this up with Six. I really didn't. I wanted it to be more, like Daphne May said. I wanted this to turn into something... great.

At the same time, how did I do that when we were in such a dangerous precarious situation?

I shut the TV off and settled for heading back upstairs to my room. I laid down for a nap and once more, dreamt of the dragon with hazel eyes. It was definitely Six. It had to be. The hazel eyes and the fire that seemed to swallow him. He screamed, not in pain, but in fear. He watched me through the flames and screamed for me. I could see his claws reaching through the flames for me, but whenever I reached out to take him and pull him back to me, the fire just swallowed him up and I woke up abruptly in a cold sweat.

Except this time, my head collided with someone else's and there was a barked curse of pain from both of us.

I groaned, clutching my forehead and looking up to see Six holding his forehead with both hands, bent over and standing near the bed. I blinked a few times in surprise, glancing at my phone on the nightstand to see it was already eight at night. My nap had turned into straight sleep, but then, it made sense considering I hadn't slept the night before.

"Jesus," Six groaned, "Do you always shoot up in bed like that? God, you nearly broke my skull open." I frowned, standing up.

"Sorry. A nightmare. Are you alright?" I asked. Six glanced at me, lowering his hands from his forehead, revealing a little red mark from where we collided.

"Yeah. I'm fine. What about you? Nightmares aren't fun."

"Ah, yeah, just glad to be awake," I admitted, then paused as I cocked my head to study him. He was wearing his usual black BDUs and that mesh shirt, the one that squeezed his inverted nipples so becomingly. He looked so sexy in that outfit. He looked at me curiously, then seemed to realize I was checking him out and he blushed a little.

We didn't speak for a moment. It was like neither of us was sure what to say.

"Are you alright?" I asked. Six looked at me.

"I said I'm fine," he responded flatly. I swallowed. Ah, right. He did say that. However, this time, I was asking about after last night. Surely he was a little sore. I didn't feel like specifying that, though.

"Why are you here?" I asked instead. Because honestly, what was he doing here? He wasn't attacking me, so he wasn't trying to kidnap me anymore. For some reason. And he wasn't flirting, so he didn't seem interested in having sex. So what other reason could he be here for?

Six blushed again, this time to his ears. He looked around the room a little, then down at his feet, before he eventually looked up, trying to look defiant with that scowl on his face.

"I don't know. I just. I'm here, aren't I?" He demanded. I couldn't resist smiling at that.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing. Just... I'm glad you're here," I replied. Six stared at me, then averted his eyes and lowered his head a little to hide the blush spreading on his cheeks to his ears. I came forward now, stepping up to him and reaching up to take him by the chin, lifting his head so he could look at me. He stared up at me with those rich hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light pouring through the window. He looked so ethereal in that moment with the moon shining across his face, those eyes gazing up at me, those plump lips parted ever so slightly. He looked like he was waiting for a kiss.

So I obliged.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, parted them against his until our mouths were open and our tongues came together in greeting. I took over the kiss quickly now, having learned from the last kiss what to do properly. I explored his mouth, thrust my tongue in every nook and cranny of his mouth, kissed him until he was breathless and he was forced to take a step back, panting softly for air.

"You taste like honey," I murmured. Six blushed.

"I told you, it's tea."

"You drink tea."

"Yeah."

"Do you like tea?"

"Ah, yeah, it's all I drink."

"What's your favorite tea?" I asked. Six looked at me, confused now.

"Chamomile... why?"

"I just wanted to know," I murmured, "I want to know more... I don't drink tea often. Only when I'm sick."

"Tea's good for you," Six said, almost defensively. I smiled at that.

"Yes. I suppose it is... What about food?" I asked. Six cocked his head.

"What about it?"

"What's your favorite food?" I asked. Six frowned now.

"I don't really like food," he responded, making me look at him in surprise, "It all tastes the same."

"What kind of food do you eat?" I asked, confused. Six scowled.

"The only kind there is?"

"What to you is the only kind there is?" I asked. Six frowned.

"Chicken. Rice. Beans. Fish."

"That's it?"

"Well, there's vegetables. But I hate vegetables," he muttered, "They taste bitter."

"What kind of vegetables are you eating?"

"What is this? Why are you asking me these questions?" He demanded. I shook my head.

"I told you, I wanted to know more about you. Tell me your favorite things. Your least favorite things. I'm just... confused why you don't like food. It seems like such an odd thing to say. Everyone has at least one favorite food," I admitted. Six cocked his head. He studied me for a moment, like he was trying to read me, as if he were wondering if there was a deeper reason for me asking so many questions. Finally, he shrugged.

"The chicken is okay, I guess, but it's not my favorite."

"What vegetables do you eat?"

"Brussel sprouts. Spinach. Broccoli. It all tastes the same. Bitter and gross."

"What about cauliflower?"

"What?"

"Cauliflower."

"What's that?"

"You don't know what cauliflower is?" I asked. Six glared at me now.

"No. It sounds made up. Are you making fun of me?"

"Absolutely not. How about beets?"

"What?"

"Beets. Have you eaten beets?"

"That also sounds fake."

"Sweet potatoes?"

"I've had potatoes."

"Okay, but not sweet potatoes?"

"That sounds gross."

"What about filet mignon?"

"Filet who?"

"Okay," I said at last, "We need to go out to eat." Who hadn't heard of cauliflower? Or beets or sweet potatoes? Of course he didn't like vegetables. He only ate the same three vegetables every day of his life. Clearly the Mother wasn't feeding him a wide variety. I remembered Seven mentioning that once. The food at the compounds were very restricted, especially if you were starting to gain weight. He'd not gone into detail, but he'd hinted around at basically being starved on occasion because he was gaining too much weight.

Actually, now that I thought about it, Six was pretty thick for a soldier of the Mother. He certainly wasn't fat, and even if he was, what did that matter? At the same time, he was the largest soldier I'd seen. Five, Seven, both of them were quite thin. Six, on the other hand, was quite thick with muscle, but he did have a little more meat on his bones than that.

"How often do you eat?" I asked suddenly. Six frowned.

"Once a day, why?"

"How big is your meal?"

"Appropriate," Six snapped, "Why are you asking that?"

"Because I want to take you out to eat," I said, making Six blink and look at me curiously, "I want to feed you."

"I've already eaten today."

"When?"

"Noon. Why--"

"It's nighttime. You haven't eaten in hours. It's time we go out to eat. Come here," I added sternly. Six blinked, then glared at me. He came forward anyway, though. He seemed almost hesitant, though. Like he wasn't sure what I was planning to do. I reached out and took his hand, surprising him. I stroked my thumb over his knuckles and drew his hand up to my lips to steal a kiss there. Six blushed in response.

"I'm going to take you to dinner," I murmured, "A date."