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He stood up, pulling Jun into his arms, holding him as tight as he dared.
“Mine.”
Jun bit him on the side of his neck, sucking hard. “Mine.”
As it should be.
Episode 6
Jun
Jun stirred. There was something just on the edge of his awareness, something…like a scream. He pushed himself up, clumsy on the deep mattress. His eyes were open, but he couldn’t see anything in the dark. Beside him, Damian’s leg jerked against Jun’s thigh. An angry, half-strangled sound came from him. Jun reached out for where he thought Damian’s shoulder was. It was all hard, coiled muscles, drenched with sweat.
“DaSu. DaSu.”
Damian flailed. Jun went down, losing his position on the mattress. Damian let out an actual cry.
Jun curled up in on himself. “Lumous.”
The voice recognition in the room responded, bringing one of the lights over Damian’s desk online. Jun blinked hard, rubbing his eyes, and propped himself up again. The mattress made it hard. He reached for Damian’s arm.
“DaSu.”
Damian reacted like Jun had branded him, not merely touched him. He swung and Jun yelped, dropping flat to avoid Damian’s fist.
“DaSu!”
Wherever Damian was in his nightmare, he was locked in tight. He flinched and twisted on the bed, mangled words coming out from between his teeth.
The door swung open. A naked Richard strode into the room, followed by an equally naked Émeric. Richard swung onto the bed and grabbed Damian by the shoulders with both hands, straddling him.
Émeric held out his hand to Jun. “Let’s get you out of the way.” He untangled the bedclothes around Jun’s waist and half lifted, half helped Jun off the bed and down to the floor to his feet.
On the bed, Damian bucked and tried to swing. Richard caught him, pinning his arm, and leaned down into his ear.
“Pup.”
Damian paused, sucking in air.
Richard pressed a kiss to Damian’s forehead. “Come back to me, Pup.”
Damian sobbed. His body loosened, then tightened. He reached out.
Richard grabbed him with both arms, bringing Damian to his chest. He cradled the back of Damian’s neck and stroked his head. “I’m here. I’m here. You’re with me.”
Damian’s shoulder heaved. He clung to Richard.
Jun looked to Émeric.
Émeric grimaced. “It’s been a long time since Damian had one of these. He won’t want to stay in the bed. Come on, let’s set up the couch. Would you like a robe?”
Jun nodded mutely, finally aware that he was naked. He followed Émeric out of the room with one last look back at Damian clinging to Richard.
Émeric went straight into the guest room, pulled a thick, soft blue robe from a hook on the door, and held it out. “Your bruises, are you okay?”
Jun looked down at himself. He was wet with Damian’s sweat where their bodies had touched, but nothing hurt, well, nothing hurt in new ways. He could still feel where he and Damian had made love mere hours before and all the bruises, but nothing was worse.
“It’s fine.”
