Chapter 5: But I forgive you
Hayes, though he was unaware of the severity of leaving a kitten alone during a heat, had this knott in the pit of his stomach the entire time he was away. He tried playing it off as the oncoming flu being the reason for his twisting intestines, for the way his lungs concave with each breath; worsening as the minutes counted down on the clock. His eyebrow was knitted together with a thin layer of sweat, beads clinging to his eyelashes like clumps of crystalized water and he was freaking the fuck out. At first, with the low thump of his heart suddenly being the only thing he could hear following the crushing sensation on his chest, he thought he was having a heartache.
It wasn't until he was stumbling to his car and driving away from the building, and towards his loft that he found some sort of relief. The twisted chains that hung low and heavy around his neck seemed to lessen, if only a little, with each passing second. He easily debunked it as psychological, the thought of being home and able to relax lessening his symptoms; even if a part of him knew it was the need pouring off of Noah in waves.
By the time the hour was up, Noah had long lost count of how many times his body convulsed against the headboard painfully, how many times his hands had violently strained against the metal of his cuffs, and how many times he had yelled for Hayes knowing full well that he was alone. He had shriveled in on himself by the time the man entered the room, unfocused red eyes finding him and sobbing harder. "Off," he lamented in a hoarse voice, referring to the handcuffs, but too worn out to explain.
Hayes didn't realize he was moving, or even reacting, until he was grasping Noah's ankles and dragging him further down the bed to pull his arms taut. "I'll take care of you," he found himself whispering to the kitten, even if he wasn't able to register the words or his movements until it was too late.
Once again, as he flipped Noah onto his stomach with careful movements as to make sure his now crossed arms didn't snap, he kept reminding himself this was for Noah-- to help him. It was nothing more.
Noah sobbed, burying his face into the pillow. Hayes didn't get it. "Please," he begged, trying to wring his bruised wrists free. He felt so weak. "Please," he repeated a few more times like a broken record as he waited for Hayes to get situated. He felt like he was dying. He hated the other man so much after today, but a bigger part of Noah needed him right now.
He cried so hard when Hayes finally pushed into him. Whether it was in relief, or the trauma of being so helpless for so long- when his body was in so much profound pain, Noah didn't know. But the tears kept flowing, the sobs kept spilling out of him. When Hayes tried moving away, he plain screamed, tail wrapping around the man's torso and keeping him close. He didn't need Hayes checking in on him. He just needed the man to pound into him until all he knew was the feeling of Hayes' slow, rough drags against his walls. He's never had such a painful heat before.
A hybrid usually stayed close to their partner after mating during a heat. If not there was a lack of receptive pheromones that dulled the pain of a new mating. And that was exactly what he'd just experienced for the first time in his life. He needed Hayes to pound him senseless to numb the other sorts of pain coursing through him.
Hayes had kept quiet, just doing what he knew Noah needed while also trying to chase his own release. Muscles deep within his stomach clench as he slides further up the bed and completely changes the angle of his cock; gives into his dirty desire and with a simple tug at the mental strings at the back of his skull, he was fucking into Noah, practically fucking him into the mattress with no restraint.
Hayes had started with hard, regulated thrusts, each one making the kitten beneath him mewl in approval as a stream of unintelligible mumbles followed, but before long he was going for it, jackhammering into Noah who in return tried scrambling across the sheets in a futile effort to get better footing to meet Hayes' powerful thrusts, but eventually gave up and went limp in the bed. Unlike the first time, there was nothing slow or smooth about this. It was raw fucking, feeding the insatiable hunger that desperation was.
Noah moaned loudly with no reservations this time as Hayes hit his prostate so good. The attention on the bundle of nerves there was sensational. He bit down on his pillow, raging cock now ready to release with each ram against his prostate. He was getting really tired, eyes fighting to stay open. Noah had no idea how he was shutting down mentally while his body was preparing to cum, but he let it happen. He shot his load with a pained scream, simultaneously falling limp against the bed. He was out cold.
When Noah was the first to spill over the edge, coming with a scream that spoke to Hayes in a way he couldn't describe, urging-- no, demanding him to bite whatever he could. His dull teeth sunk into Noah's shoulder, sharp and fast and if not for his sanity that was barely hanging on by loose strands, he was sure he would have popped through the skin before being able to register what the warm, metallic liquid was on his tongue. Luckily, even as he too went over the edge, chasing Noah even if he didn't know it, he was still able to pull back from his attack on the kittens neck and moan instead.
For a minute, he just laid there, Hayes a panting mess covered in his own semen and sweat as Noah's slick dribbled down the inside of his thigh. He felt whole then, more so than he had the entire day, but the reason why didn't register to him. He couldn't possibly know that the reason was because he was Noah's mate, and that even if he despised the boy lying unconscious next to him, his body didn't and it craved the kittens very presence.
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Hours later, when Noah finally stirred awake, Hayes was in bed with him, and the handcuffs were finally off. He inspected the bruises on his wrists and cradled them to his chest for comfort. He then flicked his attention to Hayes' sleeping face, assessing him slowly.
He looked peaceful. Fucking prick. Half of Noah's face was buried into his pillow, other half peering at the older man with mistrust. His body felt battered, but apparently the long hours of rest had done him a world of good because he no longer felt like he was dying.
When Hayes began to wake up, Noah quickly turned the other way and pretended to sleep. He didn't feel like talking to him right now. He hated this. He hated that his raging urge to rip Hayes a new one was overpowered by the need his body felt to be held by the man. He waited for Hayes to leave the room before he sat up.
Noah sighed, staring at the clock. 7:18. As if on cue, his stomach groaned angrily. He pulled his body out of bed, and rummaged through his bag for new shorts. The boy hauled them on and pulled Hayes' sweater down over them. He walked out of the room, towards the kitchen, powering through the pain in his ass at each step. With no indication of struggle. Noah looked through the fridge to find the healthy-eating bullshit Hayes seemed to always stock up on.
He rolled his eyes, looking in the pantry instead. The boy grabbed a few protein bars and a packet of saltine crackers, tossing them on the island counter and taking a seat. He nibbled on his saltine crackers disinterestedly, keeping an ear out for Hayes, and huffed annoyedly when he heard the man approaching the kitchen. He made himself look busy, standing up and putting some bread in the toaster. This way, his back was turned on the man, and he could prolong having to address him for a minute longer.
Hayes wasn't entirely sure what had happened last night, only the bitter streaks on his tongue a reminder that he had definitely done something with his tongue. Everything was hazy, limbs heavy from the aftermath like the master controlling his strings had long since fled, leaving him alone to deal with his wooden limbs. His skin was crawling with the need to run as he got dressed in sweats and a grey shirt, shoes a bitch that he struggled to lace.
When he entered the kitchen and seen Noah was trying his damndest to ignore him, he thanked whatever god was watching over their pathetic asses and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. Without speaking, or offering an explanation as to where he was going, Hayes swiped a protein bar of the table and left. A part of him was drawn back to Noah, a faint tug in his stomach that was annoying as shit, but a larger part of him was drawn to nothing. No destination, just the sound of his feet hitting the road.
Noah took in a deep, calming breath when he heard Hayes leave. What. A dick. He was filled with so much of rage, he had no idea what to do with. He let out a few sharp exhales, knuckles turning white where he gripped the counter edge. He was trying- he was trying so hard to keep it at bay, but it was building, mounting to new, higher levels. It felt like the anger was physically consuming him and he just- he needed to—
A plate crashed against the wall with a loud shatter. It took a moment for Noah to realize he'd done that. Tears dripped down his face as the fragments of another landed along the first one. Oh, that felt good. But he needed to get it the fuck under reigns. Noah needed to breathe. He collapsed into a chair, face crumbling at the pain shooting up his spine.
An hour later, with the bottom of his sweats soaked from all the puddles he'd stepped in that had splashed up and lapped at his ankles, Hayes found himself a panting mess sitting on a bench in the middle of a crowded park. Children ran without a care in the world across the green grass, their giggles and encouragements to run faster echoes off the tree. Couples strolled hand in hand, oblivious to the world around them as they discussed the world only they inhabited; and then there were the loners like him, looking completely lost and dazed as they gazed around, in hopes to find the answer to the question they couldn't possibly form in words.
But Hayes could; why was he suddenly sleeping with Noah fucking Howard? His mind hasn't changed it's opinion on the small kitten, nor has his heart ever skipped a beat or some other stupid fucking shit when the kittens looking at him. He hates him, possibly a lot more now, yet he still found himself wanting to fuck him. Hayes' had his for share of sexual partners, was the one who created the term, "one night stand," yet he has never been drawn back to a partner before and he thinks it's because he's never allowed himself to sleep with a kitten. This was new territory, exciting territory, and while he wanted nothing else to change, maybe he wanted to continue fucking Noah? Just until the boy was out of his system and Hayes could go back to feeling nothing but loathing for him.
Noah sat there, for hours, a swarm of thoughts rushing through his head in an endless circle. He had so many doubts, so many fears and Hayes wasn't helping with them in the least with the shit he pulled yesterday.
When the dickhead finally decided to show up, Noah was still sitting there, staring blankly ahead. He took his time turning his attention to the man with a tight smile. Noah greeted him with a small movement of his hand, tipping Hayes' mug over the edge of the counter watching stoically as it shattered against the marble floor.
The first thing Hayes noticed was the shattered glass, strewn across his floor in shards that ranged in sizes and soon enough, his cup was following suite, becoming nothing more than a disfigured lump of glass. He managed not to flinch.
"What you did yesterday was uncalled for," he said conversationally. "You have no idea what I went through, and I hate you a little more for it," the boy informed, standing up and walking to stand in front of Hayes. He backed him into a chair and sat on his lap. "But I forgive you."
He kissed Hayes' lips. "Because you're mine now." He trailed a finger down Hayes' torso, and clutched at his groin, squeezing a little on the side of too hard. "This," he emphasized. "This is mine."
Surprisingly enough, he was calm even as Noah spoke, even as the boy pushed him into the chair and laid claim on him when he had no right. Hayes hardly moved as the hand squeezed his groin, shoving him closer to his melt down point yet he still somehow managed to keep himself under control as he stood, Noah in lap, and dropped him onto the kitchen table.
Noah cocked an eyebrow at the man, tilting his head to the side. Hayes was turning the tables on him. He smiled. The boy watched on curiously as Hayes carried him to the kitchen table. He watched the mirth and anger dance around his exquisite green eyes. It was the only tell on his otherwise stoic face.
"I am not yours," he said with a low growl, slowly undoing the string on his pants. "And I never will be. You mean nothing to me, Noah. You're a nice fuck, but beyond that," he leaned in to nip at the underside of the boys jaw, baring teeth to drag them down and across his pulsepoint, "you're nothing. We're nothing." The words spoken were harsh, and he could have approached the subject with gentler words, but he found Noah responded well to Hayes' dick-y-ness, always listened to his words when they were harsh.
To further prove his point and bring truth to the words he spoke, Hayes jerked Noah until his arse was hanging off the edge of the table, then he flipped him, shoving the kittens face into the table as he ripped his pants off, leaving him naked from the waist down. "This will never be anything more."
I could never do more, Hayes added in a silent thought, barely audible in his own head.
Noah would let him have this for now. His hands shot out to gain purchase on something as he was slid along the table in a quick movement. Long brown locks dangled with the motion, managing to center Noah for a short moment before he was flipped over suddenly, pulling a gasp from him. His breaths fogged up the dark surface of the table and his hands reached out to hold onto the edge. He felt a draft brush his now bare legs and arse, sensitive pink hole glistening its welcome.
Hayes had never done the monogamy thing, had never actually been interested in it and couldn't see himself being in a relationship anytime soon, especially not with Noah. As he said, the boy was fun, fucked dirty, and that was that. Hayes had to set ground rules, had to shake the crazed kitten out of his possessive funk and show him he was wrong. That it was just sex.
He let the words sink in, face remaining neutral as he listened to Hayes pull out all stops in trying to make Noah feel insignificant. It was working for the most part. Except Noah didn't believe him. Hayes could try and push him away all he wanted, but he wouldn't be able to deny his biology for much longer. And Noah would love to see Hayes try and settle for a human after having sex with his kind. The difference was too drastic. Hybrids were unequivocally the advanced species in that regard.
Noah bared down on the table in anticipation, muffling his first moan into his stretched arm. They'd see just how long Hayes could hold up his resolve before it cracked.
Noah was ready to dust away every last piece.
Noah bowed beneath Hayes with every touch, every harsh whisper, offering himself in a way that would make most hearts flutter; he was giving himself to Hayes in every possible way he could. With a bruising grip on his hips, holding him in place and denying him a chance to move; to escape now that he was caught in Hayes' web, the man thrust into him and didn't even give him a chance to adjust before he was moving; fucking; proving Noah was just a warm body to him when he refused to touch other than what was required, when he blocked every effort the kitten made to kiss, to reach behind him and find parts of Hayes to anchor him in place.
This was how Hayes has fucked his entire life, too disgusted with himself by using another person like he was to face them, to let them see him as he comes undone and vice versa. So he's hid behind them, has never once faced another person while he fucked because that wasn't him. The person using them, taking what they could give him before he left them with nothing-- at least it wasn't, at least before he met Noah.
He was willing to take everything from Noah now, to suck him dry and make him realize love wasn't an option in this world, or even a possibility. He was going to break the kitten, fuck him into oblivion time and time again before he left, doing exactly what he does every single time.
Because Hayes was good at running, he had been his entire life. If Noah was too naive to see that, and refused to see the bad in Hayes, then the only thing the man could do was take advantage of that.
Breathless moans would forever be etched into the chips and scratches on his table from the kittens claws, slick staining his floor and finger smudges lining the table. He took, while also giving, fucking him from behind while keeping his eyes on everything else he possibly could. He was close to coming from the first few minutes, but doubled his efforts, pushing into Noah with a new-found purpose, striking his prostate with every thrust. And when he pushed the kitten over the edge, Hayes followed right behind him, keeping silent while also aware of the tears that splattered on Noah's arm as the kitten silently cried.
Hayes told him he was nothing; so why should he believe he was anything but?
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