A Ghoul in the Making by Ryder Frost

Chapter 20: The Lair

This is all about Orpheus after he'd been told off by Imperator. He and Perseus share a somewhat tender moment. It's also super short as I was just getting back into the groove of writing this fic. 

Once back at the Ghoul Lair, Orpheus stalked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He slumped into the nearby couch and sighed leaning his head back as he sipped at the water. He had dozed off when he heard the door of Perseus's room creak open, Orpheus cracked his eyes open and lifted his hand in a wave of greeting. Perseus walked softly towards the couch, he sensed Orpheus's mood, and he was wary of him, the last time Orpheus was this angry, he had beaten the snot out of Perseus. Orpheus caught his thought and sighed. "You're safe runt, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm sorry I did last time, it wasn't your fault that idiot Storm got the best of me in the hallway. Come sit down." Perseus looked at him warily but sat down next to him.

"Thanks for the apology, Orpheus, but why all of a sudden are you being so uh nice to me?" Orpheus chuckled and shrugged.

"I guess I just want you to stop being so scared of me, I know I have a temper and after Imperator kicked my ass in her office, I suppose it's time to learn to control it" he said with a lighthearted chuckle. Perseus looked at him and nodded. They sat there gazing into the fire in companionable silence. Orpheus cleared his throat after a few minutes and put his hand on Perseus's shoulder and felt something odd, something akin to tenderness and he pulled his hand back quickly, a tingle of sorts seemed to have run through his fingers almost as if they'd fallen asleep but that was impossible. "Uh Perseus, did you uh feel that when I touched you?" Perseus shrugged.

"I think you had some static build up or something, you shocked me." Orpheus shrugged and filed it away for later, but he had a feeling it was something else, the feeling he felt seemed like what he'd felt when Artemis had mated with Storm, that made him lift his lip in a half snarl with annoyance, but he let it go for now. They were mates and there was nothing he could do about it now, but he still craved that Quintessence Ghoul's blood on his hands and in a silent plea to Satan he swore that someday soon he'll get him back for his pain and suffering.