" You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time."
― Abraham Lincoln

NOUR'S POV

I love Becca. She's great. I haven't laughed -really laughed- like that for ages. Of course, the fact that I'm slightly - just ssslightly, alright? - drunk probably explains my cheerful mood. Becca isn't doing much better: she only had two beers, but she's so tiny that it's all it took for her to be drunk as a sailor on leave. 

"You're really great, Becca" I tell her honestly.

"Yeah?" she asks, looking at me with curiosity. "What's so great about me?"

"Everything. Everrrything! Your cute little nose, your small frame, your auburn hair and your wonderful smile" I yell. 

"Oh, so you're just interested in my looks, then?" she teases. "I see that gay men aren't any better than straight ones. Good thing I'm actually into girls"

"Nah, you're good on the inssside too, I swear!" I correct her. "You make me laugh sooooo much! I was sad before and now I'm - I'm. I don't know. I'm not sad!"

"If I am so great, why am I still single?" she pouts while trying - and failing - to put her coat on.

"I don't know cause I've never been in a relationship" I giggle and she giggles back. We're such a bunch of clowns! "Hey, Becca, want to know your best quality?" I whisper in a tone of confidence. 

"Tell me" she whispers excitedly, looking at me with her big gray eyes. 

"You let me drink as much as I want!" I sing.  "You're nothing like my big brother and I love you for that! Amine would have whooped my ass if he knew I had been drinking so much! He's such a party-pooper"

Becca doesn't say anything, looking at me as if she's trying very hard to form a coherent thought. She keeps blinking at very short intervals and I can tell she's very close to falling asleep. I poke her on her forearm when her chin starts diving towards her chest and she startles before asking in a whining tone: 

"Why - why - "

"Yeah?" I encourage her. 

"Why is your brother so - such a patry poo-pooper? I mean you're a big boy"

"It's because it's dangerous for me to be outside"

"Oh. Why?"

" I can't tell. I can't remember why but I shouldn't tell you. It's a big big secret, Becca. Very very big. Hey, do you want to know it?"

I frown, trying to remember why I'm not supposed to tell her anything. If she wants to know, I don't see any reasons not to tell her, though. Becca is nice plus she has nice auburn hair. I can trust her.

"Don't tell me, then. Secrets aren't meant to be told" she yawns, before resting her face between her arms on the table. 

"You're right. I'm keeping my big mouth shut. Shhhh"

"Hey, Nour?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you so - so sad?" she whispers, her eyes shiny with unshead tears.  However, before I even have time to think about an answer, she's fast asleep and soon I can hear her softly snoring. 

I try to stay awake and feel slightly panicked when my eyes start fluttering! I cant' sleep! I have to protect Becca. Matthias already got hurt today, I can't let anything happen to my new friend! She's just a human and I - 

A hand suddenly lands on my shoulder, making me jump in fright. I turn my head to see a tall guy, with light brown hair and green eyes. His body is quite slim, but you can tell he is pretty strong under that white sweater. His expression is stern, though, as he looks at me in silence with his arms crossed. I gulp. Great! Another party pooper!

" You look like an angel" I tell him in earnest, which makes his expression soften a bit, before he appears to remember he is not supposed to be amused. 

"What the fuck, Nour?" he asks with an annoyed expression. "Do you have a death wish?"

"Don't swear" I scold him. "Angels don't use swear words"

"You're not in the position to be chiding anyone, Nour. I can't believe how unconscious you are! Drinking this much, in such a dangerous part of the town! And what about your friend? A mere human! How could you protect her in this state? You're lucky Rémy told me to keep an eye on you. It took me ages to find you and - "

"Rémy!" I interrupt him. "You know Rémy?"

"Well, yeah I - "

"He's beautiful, too" I tell him in a shy tone. "Not like an angel, though. He looks more like a demon. He looks even better than you, but don't ever tell him I said that"

"Well, thank you" the angel chuckles. 

"Don't be sad, though" I add hurrily. "He's such a pain in the ass. You sound much nicer. Looks aren't everything. What's your name?"

"Oliver"

"Oliver? It's nice but I'll just keep calling you angel. It suits you better. You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all, although I doubt you'll want to call me that in the morning, once you're sober. Look, Nour, I don't want to be a party-pooper, but we need to go home". "And don't look at me with those eyes", he adds, as I start pouting.  "I may look weaker than you, but I'm actually stronger so you have a choice: either you follow me without complaining, or I'm throwing you over my shoulder. So, what will it be?"

The angel looks mad.  I say nothing as he puts one arm under Becca's knees and the other around her shoulder, before lifting her up carefully. Once Becca is secured in his arms, her head resting against his chest, he looks at me expectantly: "Well?"

"Fine" I mumble. "I'm coming. But just because I promised Becca I would stay with her"

I follow him to his car and as soon as my ass touches the leather seat, I pass out.

***

I awake in the middle of the night, with a terrible headache. I am in my own bed, and Becca is lying next to me, looking peacefully asleep. God, I need water. 

I get up and start making my way to the kitchen. I am a bit unsteady but I eventually make it down the stairs without landing on my ass. Hurray to me! I quickly pass Amine's bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible. However, noises coming from Rémy's bedroom make me come to a halt. I frowned, feeling slightly disgusted - can't they spend one night without having sex? - but just when I'm about to get the hell away from here, I hear it loud and clear. My cheeks flush and I stay still for a few more seconds, before rushing back to my bedroom, the glass of water long forgotten. 

REMY'S POV 

I have always liked making love to Renan, although sometimes it saddens me that the only time we seem to truly get along is when we're having sex. 

I really have a high sex drive, but what can I say? It's the case for most of us shifters, particularly for those who have the same animal as I have. I've asked Oliver, and he admitted to be a bit of a sex addict himself. Ah! Told you!

Renan looks as beautiful as ever under me, with his lightly pink cheeks and his blond hair all messed up. Although, he is a bit too skinny, you can actually see his ribs poking out. I need to talk to him about that. This time, I won't give him a choice. He will listen to me. He keeps changing the topic whenever I tell him he has lost too much weight recently. 

He moans when I lightly pinch his nipples, making me smile. I like it when he's being honest, which tends to happen less and less often. Nour's probably more honest when he's having sex, too. I can't get out of my head the image of how vulnerable and sexy he looked last night when I jerked him off in the shower. I am worried about him, too. 

Shit. I shouldn't be thinking about Nour now, that's so wrong. Or ever, really. It's not gonna happen again. It was just a mistake, I only wanted to help him and - yeah, keep telling yourself that, Rémy. 

I try to focus on Renan, but in the dark, the only face I can picture is Nour's.  Nour, so wild and fierce and witty, breaking down his walls for me. Nour, so tight around my cock, begging for me to-

"Huh, Renan, mon trésor?" I whisper. 

"Yes?" he moans and I smirk, I know he loves it when I'm speaking in French while we're having sex. 

"Can we turn on the light, please? Just this time? I want to see you"

He immediately tense up and I sigh. We've been together for years and he's still so painfully shy. I've told him again and again how beautiful and perfect he is, but he still hardly let me seee him naked. 

"I don't want to" he eventually replies. "I'm sorry, Rémy, I know it's a big turn off to have such a childlish and whiny lover but-'

"Say no more" I hush him. "Whatever makes you feel comfortable, mon ange. I just hope that one day you'll trust me enough to let me see you. Je ne me moquerais jamais de toi, tu sais**"

He nods and I resume my powerful thrusts inside of him. It feels so wrong, though. I have felt like shit for days. How could I have touched a guy when I was already in a relationship? Do I have no morals at all? Should I tell Renan about it? But then, Nour begged me not to tell anyone and now would be the worst time for drama. Everyone is already so tensed in this house.

There's something about Nour, though. He's different, but in a good way. I can see that now. Behind the mask, there are so many different layers which makes his personnality so fascinating.

Last time he wanted me to hurt him but how could I ever do that? Why was he asking me that, to begin with? If I was to make love to him, I would give him so much pleasure that he would break into tears. Would he agree to bottom for me, though? 

Renan's shriek as I thrust particularly hard into him brutally brings me back to reality.  

"What's up with you?" he asks, his face flushed with pleasure. You've never been so - so"

"Am I hurting you? Shit, I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No, no" he reassures me. "It's perfect. Just keep going. Show me how much you love me" he encourages me. 

He put his hand on my head and starts playing with my hair. His fingers are so thin, just like the rest of him. Sometimes I feel I could break him, if I am not careful enough. His body is so different from Nour's. I like the fact that Nour is a shifter, and that he doesn't accept shit from anyone. Sure, he's a bit annoying sometimes and I'm still not sure about what I feel for him, but lately I've found his company more and more enjoyable. 

God, it's so tight and warm inside him. I like his smell, too. I close my eyes and grabs him under the knees, lifting is ass higher as I stroke him deeper and deeper with my cock, caressing his walls with each thrust. I graze his prostate repeatedly until he starts yelling incoherent stuff, his hole tightening around me. His body is trembling and I can tell he won't last much longer. 

I grab his dick and start jacking him off while resuming my merciful thrusts inside him. He cries while spilling his load all over my close fist, his body finally relaxing within my embrace. 

"NOUR!" I yell before ejaculating deep inside him. I come so hard I need several minutes to calm down. I pull out from him and roll on my stomach, feeling suddenly exhausted.  That's when I hear soft footsteps retreating from behind the door. No, no, no. Nour. He heard me. He heard everything. He heard me calling him. Crap! Tell me I haven't done that! I haven't called his name while making love to my boyfriend!

I turn on my right side to find Renan already putting his clothes back on. I bit my tongue very hard, feeling nervous for once. I really am the biggest asshole on Earth. 

"Renan?" I try and my voice is shaking with nerves. 

"Hmm?" he replies, still not facing me. 

"Come on, talk to me mon cœur"

"There's nothing to say" he snaps before adding softly "That's okay, Rémy. I'm not mad at you. I- I kind of suspected it, anyway"

"I know it doesn't make it any better but I'm so sorry, Renan. Don't think it means anything, though. I just-" 

"I don't want to talk about it right now" he interrupts me and for once I obey and shut my mouth. "I'll see you later"

It's raining cats and dogs outside and he puts his yellow raincoat on, the one I gave him for our two-years anniversary. He has always looked absolutely adorable in it. 

"Where are you going?" I ask worriedly. "It's dark outside, you should stay Inside until the sun is up"

"Goodbye, Rémy" he simply says before quietly shutting the door behind him. 

Well done, me.

** (translation)  

"my treasure"

"my angel"

"I will never make fun of you, you know"

"my heart"

A/N: This chapter was partly built on a suggestion from @theweirdolifestyle  :) Hope you enjoy it, I know the reality is often a bit disappointing compared to what we've been imaginating.  And thank you for the continuous support!

Let me know if you have any whishes for this story, y'all, I'm always open to new ideas!

Next chapter will be partly from Renan's POV! Sorry, I know many of you don't like him xD

Have a great week-end ! xx

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