You Are Every Season - Book 2

Twenty two

Warning: mature content!

"Oh God".

It was the single thought that Mew could compute as he watched his faen twisting lithely above him.They were at a club - the kind of club that only certain names could get into. It was dark and rich, filled with surfaces of maroon and plum velvet and black leather, as sweet, cloying shisha smoke hung provocatively in the air.

It had been Zom's idea to celebrate that night.

"Mew, come out with Gulf. I'm playing a set at Palm Sugar. We have to party! You guys literally just slapped the anti world in its ugly face".

He hadn't really expected that Gulf would want to go - assuming he would have used up all of his 'introvert's social energy quota' for that day already. But, to Mew's surprise, the younger man accepted the invitation with enthusiasm, even asking his own group of friends to join them.

That had made Mew feel warm inside. The thought of them being out together, more openly, enjoying a night with close friends. It seemed like a dream after the last few weeks. But, somehow, they had survived. Even the alpha's injured body was almost back to full strength - though the scars would remain forever. A physical reminder of their struggle.

So it happened that Mew, Gulf, Nice, Bow, Mild, War and Yin arrived at the venue to watch Zom Marie perform - laughing, drinking, and just letting go as they danced and cheered below the stage.

The alpha and omega both found themselves watching the other at different times - taking simple pleasure in seeing their loved one at ease with friends and enjoying life. The watchers' unconscious, doting smiles being far too soft for such a place. But neither of them caring one bit.

As the night wore on and a DJ set took over the stage, the beats got louder and the bass dipped deeper. The mood became harder, hotter, and the revellers minds giddier. Soon Mew and Gulf were in their own little world, even as they still stood amongst their friends. It often happened that way. Their eyes would see only each other, as everything and everyone else turned to...air.

"Oh look, here we go again...", Mild sniggered to Bow as she rolled her eyes in return, pivoting away as their friend turned his back to his alpha and began to grind against him boldly - ass to his groin.

Mew was instant fire in response. He loved this side of Gulf so much. This assertive, sensual, outright sassy side. It turned him on like nothing else. Especially knowing, as he did, that that Gulf was one who - once he got what he was asking for - would be the same man that would soon be begging and whining, needing to be held in his own muscular arms. Screaming out his name.

The elder man swallowed at the thought, moving his hands to caress the chest of the body that was pressed up in reverse against him, nuzzling his face into Gulf's shoulder as he breathed out against him in pleasure.Then suddenly, his mate pulled away from the embrace, leaving him instantaneously bereft as he grasped after him.

'Where do you think you're going, omega?', he used their souls' bond to ask darkly.

'Come and see, Sugar Daddy' came Gulf's teasing reply as he strutted towards one of the small side stages that were dotted as islands around the cavernous room.

He was swinging his hips a little more than usual, Mew thought, as his eyes fixed on that peach of an ass.

'Pervert', mocked Gulf's voice in his mind.

'Oh, shit! Stop listening!', the elder man momentarily flustered, before regaining his composure to shoot back smoothly: 'I'll look at what's mine all day and all night, tua-aeng'.

Then Gulf, shouting back out loud, words just audible over the thumping undercurrent of trance from the DJ booth:

"Mmmm, don't take your eyes off me".

And as he took a step up onto the stage island, Mew finally understood his mate's intentions.

"Oh God" was all he said, as Gulf gripped the pole.