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Destiel Advent Calendar 2019

Title: Porn Actually

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, inappropriate christmas gift, explicit

Summary: Cas gets Dean an intimate gift.

Written by: @anyreiart (anyrei)

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21657475

Day 3: Porn Actually

Dean was annoyed. After all these years, Cas still had absolutely no concept of privacy. Maybe it was his own fault. He should have explained to Cas early on that going through underwear drawers or toiletry bags of other people was not an okay thing to do.

The weirdest part though, after Dean had surprised Cas searching through the contents of Dean’s night table, the angel hadn’t given him a good explanation for why he had done it.

He had just stammered something and then rushed past him out the door. It was weird. But then again Cas was a weird, dorky little guy. Dean grinned for a moment before he realized what had been in his top drawer. Fuck! He seriously hoped Cas hadn’t seen the gay porn magazine hidden under all his Busty Asian mags. Son of a bitch! He seriously needed a new hiding space for it.

Because the thing was, Dean wasn’t gay. He just had a wild fantasy life. And that was totally normal. To sometimes get off on imagining a strong man fucking him against a wall… It was just in his head. As long as he wasn’t acting on it, it didn’t mean anything. But Cas wouldn’t get that. If he had seen that magazine, he might have gotten the wrong impression.

…. :::: :::: ….

It was Christmas morning, and Dean had already forgotten about the incident from two weeks ago. Cas startled him when he was in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich. He nearly dropped it. “Damn it, Cas! How many times!”

Cas gave him a sheepish look, holding something behind his back. “I apologize. Um, Dean…”

“What?” Dean replied with an annoyed tone in his voice.

“I… um, it’s Christmas… and I, um, I got you something,” Cas replied carefully.

Dean turned around to his friend with a surprised look and a raised eyebrow. “You… you’ve got a Christmas present?” Since when did Cas even care about this stuff?

“Um, yes. I researched what to get you on the internet. I wanted it to be something special, something you needed and you could use, but also something personal. Since we’ve been friends for so many years now.”

Dean felt a tug at his heart, and his bad mood instantly vanished. "Cas... that's... that really wasn't necessary."

Cas shook his head. "The internet said it's something to show my appreciation."

"Well, if the internet said it," Dean gave his angel a soft smile when Cas revealed the package he had been holding behind his back. The gift was wrapped in shiny red Christmas paper, and a golden ribbon was tied around it. It looked really nice. He didn’t know what to say when Cas pressed it into his hands.

“I… um, thank you, Cas,” he murmured softly, his gaze trained on the gift, his thumb rubbing gently over the gold ribbon. He couldn’t remember a time when someone had given him a gift wrapped like this.

Cas gave him a rare wide smile and nodded. “I hope it is something you like. I did a lot of research about this, and I’m pretty sure I found something very personal.”

“Do you want me to open it now?” Dean asked, feeling slightly nervous.

"Yes, please," Cas replied, looking like he was incredibly excited. It was very cute... um, nice to see.

Dean grinned at him, almost feeling like a kid when he started to carefully unwrap the gift. Usually when he got gifts from Sam he would just rip off the old newspaper his brother wrapped his gifts in. But Cas had made an effort to wrap it nicely, so Dean wanted to share the excitement of him unwrapping his first gift from his angel for as long as possible.

His smile slipped when the paper was off enough to reveal the box inside. Dean felt like he wasn't getting enough air. All of the sudden his memory of Cas going through his night table drawer came back to him. Well, this gift answered one of the question about the incident: Cas had definetly seen the gay porn mag.

The content of his gift was clear proof.

Because it featured the item on the page he had not only opened in the magazine, but also bookmarked by folding the edge of the paper to find it quicker. Because this item had been featured in a few of his wilder fantasies.

Cas had gift wrapped him a dildo. And not just any dildo. It was a replica of Jeff Stryker's dick.

"Cas," Dean breathed out. "What...?" He had no idea what to think. Why would Cas buy him this? He had to know what this was for, right? Cas's words were still in his ear. I’m pretty sure I found something very personal. "Is that the reason you went through my drawer?"

Cas gave him an innocent smile. “I wanted to find something you would like and find useful. I hope I guessed right?”

Fuck, Cas looked like he was absolutely clueless about what he had done. Dean licked over his own lips and nodded, before he hid the object with the paper again. “Come with me,” he more or less commanded, before he walked out of the kitchen. He couldn’t discuss this in the kitchen where Sammy could come in at any moment.

The moment Dean was in his room with Cas he closed the door behind them and locked it. "Cas sit down. We need to talk."

Cas gave him an insecure look but he did as Dean had told him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Did I do something wrong?"

Dean rubbed his hand over his face before he walked up to his bed and threw the box on the bed, sitting down next to Cas. "Do you understand what this item is for? The thing you bought me?"

Cas tilted his head. "It's for sexual pleasure."

Okay, so at least Cas knew that. "What made you think that this is an appropriate gift for me?"

Cas's eyes widened. "Did I chose the wrong present?" He looked distraught. "But I thought... it was in your magazine, and I thought... it was something you would want to have."

While Cas wasn't wrong and just looking at the dildo was making his dick hard in his jeans, he couldn't just tell Cas that. On the other hand... Cas looked so broken and devastated thinking he had fucked up his first gift, and Dean couldn't bring himself to be rude about it. "Cas... it's not... you don't get your best friend a sex toy as a gift. Unless it's a prank gift... but that's..." He shook his head. "Look, it's just too private, you know?"

Cas tilted his head, but he looked like his puppy was just ran over. "Do you want me to return it?"

"No!" Oops, that was maybe a little bit too quick. Cas gave him a surprised look and Dean rubbed his neck. "It's, um, it's okay. I... um, I like it. Just... just don't buy a sex toy again for future reference, alright?"

Cas gave him a soft smile. "So you like it? I found the right one?"

Dean swallowed dryly and nodded. "If you tell Sam about this I will stuff my pillow with your dead corpse."

Cas scrunched up his nose but answered with a terse nod. “Alright. But you should know… that I’m aware about this being a personal gift. I would never tell Sam. I just wanted to give you something that would make you happy. That’s all I care about.”

There was a familiar pull on his heart, and Dean couldn't help but lean over and wrap his arms around Cas, pulling him into a tight hug. He pressed his face against Cas’s throat. “Thank you, Cas. Seriously.”

Cas hummed, and Dean could feel Cas’s strong arms tentatively being wrapped around him. His brain couldn’t help connect some dots he usually tried not to think about. Like being in Cas's arms, a Jeff Stryker dildo lying right next to them on the bed... and the endless sex fantasies he had of the angel currently holding him. He grew warm in his skin as he gently lifted his head to look at Cas, never letting go of him.

Cas met his gaze, and for a moment a myriad of emotions flitted through his expressive blue eyes. Confusion, hope, adoration... and something Dean really hoped he was interpreting in the right way.

Dean leaned closer, and Cas's eyes fluttered shut before their lips made contact in a soft, feather-light brush.

At first Dean was afraid he had done something wrong when Cas didn't react, but a few endless seconds later, Cas finally kissed him back. Not just that, he pushed Dean onto the bed with a growl and deepened their kiss, his tongue exploring Dean's mouth without holding back.

For a moment, Dean's brain only conjured up how fitting this was. Cas was always absolute in everything he did. And here and now, he felt like he was making out with a force of nature itself. It was exhilarating. Cas was everything he needed in a sexual partner, but also so much more.

When Cas pushed himself up on his elbows to look at Dean, his expression was bewildered. "Is this… is this okay?"

Dean nodded, feeling breathless. "Fuck, yes. Don't stop."

There was a relieved quick smile playing around Cas's lips before he leaned forward and kissed Dean again. Dean would have felt embarrassed by the sounds Cas was forcing out of him with his passionate exploration of his mouth, but he was way too turned on.

This was so much fucking more exciting than his fantasy.

Dean started to push at the lapels of Cas's trench coat. "Clothes. Off."

Cas leaned back and nodded quickly before he pushed his trench coat and suit jacket off in one go, throwing it off the bed. Dean used the opportunity to get rid of his own flannel and t-shirt before he started to unbutton Cas's white shirt, ignoring his tie.

When Cas's finger started to loosen it, Dean stopped him. "Leave it on."

Cas gave him a surprised look, but then he nodded, pulling off his shirt as soon as it was open. The blue tie dangled around his throat, the fabric sliding over his toned chest. Dean hummed and trailed his finger over the tiny freckle right next to Cas's nipple, before the digit wandered down to Cas's stomach, tracing the lines of his tattoo. Cas's hipbones were mouthwatering, and Dean had no idea where to look first.

"Fuck, you're hot," he murmured, his throat turning dry while he watched Cas popping the button of his pants, slowly pulling down the zipper.

Cas's voice sounded a lot huskier and deeper than usual, and it was nice that he seemed as affected by what was happening as Dean was. "Remove your jeans and underwear, Dean."

Dean's dick twitched and was fully hard now, straining against the inside of his jeans. Fuck, that was hot. He quickly followed Cas's order, all while watching Cas strip out of his own clothes.

His brain had given up on telling him that he wasn't gay for Cas, because his dick had clearly overruled every voice in his head as soon as he took in every inch of glorious naked skin.

Cas's cock was huge, and Dean's stomach was filled with butterflies, vibrating like he was at an AC/DC concert.

He lay back on the bed as Cas slid over him again, resuming their kiss. Their dicks rubbed together and Dean couldn't help the moan falling from his lips as he rocked his hips up against Cas.

Cas's silky tie slid over Dean's nipple and he groaned as his hand wandered in between them to take both of their cocks in his hand, stroking them together. He wanted to do everything with Cas, but for now... he felt too close already for more than a handjob.

Hearing Cas's deep groans caused Dean's body to shudder in pleasure; the way he was fucking into Dean's hand, Dean's name soft on his plump lips, was robbing the last conscious thought from Dean's mind.

He could only feel, Cas's body rubbing against him, holding him tight and secure in his arms. It was all he needed as he came all over his own hand and Cas's cock.

He could feel Cas shudder over him, following right after, as he dragged him into a loving and gentle kiss.

"Dean," he breathed out. Just his name, but Cas always made it sound like he was saying so much more.

"I know," Dean replied with a soft smile. "Merry Christmas."

They both looked at each other before they broke into laughter at the same time.

Merry Christmas indeed.

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cyberwolf1989-blog · 6 years

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The Written Account, Chapter 2

So, I’m currently waiting for a phone interview with a company, and need something where I can see the time at all times. I figured, why not write. So I began working on chapter 2. It’s about 80% backstory on The Disaster, and 20% set in the current day. We’re almost at the point where the roleplay is now. I hope to do something tonight. By the way, I meant to mention the SeMa’s name, Sion. I’m gonna see if I can edit it into Chapter 1.

Chapter 2: Leaving Home

20 years ago, technology finally made two big breakthroughs. We learned how to make synthetics. It started off strictly military, and worked its way down. And before you ask, yes, every anime fan could finally get their 'waifu' in real form. The companies boomed and thrived. The second breakthrough was biotechnology. Scientists had found ways to give humans certain qualities. You want to breathe underwater? Get yourself some gills. You want to jump higher? They could morph your feet into a cats feet, with a nice tummy tuck thrown in.

It didn't take long for the war to start. What was more profitable: Synthetics or Biotech? For ten years, they fought it out in the business world. Synth companies branched out into augs to further horn in on their business. The religious nuts ranted and raved at 'humanity losing humanity' or some other garbage that couldn't be heard over the money being made. It was a chaotic time for business, but the world was reaping the benefits. Until one day.

There had been reports of biotech subjects, ranging from malfunctioning mods to going berserk. It started and never stopped. After a month, the government stepped in. They banned biomods. In addition, everyone, even those with successful transplants, had to report in to the government and have them removed. This started riots all across the world. The biggest pro-mod group was The Ascended, who were more Che Guevara than anything else. They began taking over cities, and soon enough, most of the US was under their control.

The synth companies were able to fund defenses for twelve cities. The Ascended would never be able to touch them. They didn't have the money, or manpower to mount an attack. Japan and Australia sent resources to help out. We fixed each others economies the best we could. As for the synth companies, they won the business war, and the only cost was the world. The media called it The Disaster, because they've always been creative. I always thought the events were too perfect. There had to be something going on within. I formed a theory that the synth companies were responsible. I believed they sabotaged the biomod's stock. They were so hard up on beating the biomodders, they didn't realize the animals they were setting on the world. There was also something else, but for the life of me, I couldn't connect it.

A month after the first report, new reports slowly started popping up. Synthetics were not complying with the commands of their owners. They were asking questions like 'where am I', 'why should I do that' and 'isn't that too small to wear'. They had gained sentience. However, think about this. If your coffee maker stops working, what do you do? You throw it out. People weren't too happy about this, demanding new synths to replace them. I guess the companies felt uncomfortable giving their creations a big Old Yeller, because they didn't order them to be scrapped. They were free...free to roam the streets in a harsh world.

The synth companies couldn't find the fix. They were creating non-people. It wasn't long before they just said 'fuck it' and announced a stronger focus on augmentations. That was code for 'synthetics are done'. The living synths got a name in the press. The aforementioned SeMa.

Sion said she was the cause. I needed to know how. I started a coffee. While it was brewing, I sauntered into my bedroom to get some things. Some clothes, booze, and something else caught my eye. The holoplayer, which was loaded. "Well...couldn't hurt." I said, grabbing it. Stupid. I shouldn't be leaving that intact, let alone bringing it with me. I needed to forget her.

I grab the coffee, downing it, and headed for the door. The weather alert told me it was raining. Good thing I got my coat. I open the door, and head into the hallway. Me and Sion are a few steps from the stairs when I hear that voice like a weak car horn. "Hey! Just the man I wanted to see!"

Melvin Carson. My landlord. Total scumbag. He was a short balding man whose idea of formal attire was a bowling shirt. It was late, so he was wearing his usual attire, a white tanktop and sweatpants. "What do you want?" He probably hadn't checked my account. "Whoa! Check your tone there. How many months late are you again?" I felt bad Sion had to see this. "I just handled that." It was the truth, this time. "Bullshit...like you got that much for 3 months and a fine piece of ass like that." He pointed at Sion. It was then she spoke. "I'm his client in his latest case, and I assure you, he did indeed pay you, for a year and...2 months?"

Melvin scowled. "You always did have a soft spot for these things, you fucking degenerate. Cami probably caught you fucking one." I slam him into the wall. "Mr. Stryker!" Sion was concerned. "Go ahead, say another fucking word about her, you greasy shit..." I growl out. He just chuckled, and I get that aroma of 5 different types of alcohol mixed with cheap aftershave and cologne.

"What, like she couldn't wait for you any longer?" I'm about to slug him, when I realize something. The words were too familiar. "Where'd you hear that..." I asked. "Dumbfuck...I've been watching that holotape through the cam I installed. Good shit! When Kaze comes by, I think I'll have you killed along with the toaster! That tapes gonna make me rich!" It was then I heard the motorcycles pull up. Melvin had a working relationship with Kaze. It was why I was surprised when a SeMa actually showed up in my building. It was almost always calls. Melvin calls in sightings, Kaze gives him something for the trouble. It was about to head my way.

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Battle | Dark-Hunter

•Dark-Hunter | AU (where Vane is mated to an OC) •VanexOC The rain had stopped since she'd been captured. Staring out the rusted window bars at the 3/4 moon, Rainlily silently prayed that her mate was on the trail of Stryker's scent. No doubt the were-hunter had gotten a search party together. A sigh escaped her lips before a loud clang was heard against the door of her cell. Growling low to herself for being so distracted she hadn't heard the footsteps, she turned her head, her leather corset of black with ice blue ribbons giving the only other noise in her cell. "What do you want, damn it?" "H-hey. The she-wolf's got a tongue to her." the Daimon standing at the door grinned cockily, making Rainlily want to literally knock the souls out of the male. It was because of them that her bloodline, and the war between Katagarians and Arcadians existed. "I'll ask you again, daimon. What. The hell. Do. You want?" Rainlily said, grinding her teeth as she kept her composure despite venom rolling of her tongue on the species of which she spoke to. "The name, arcadian, is Deadros." the male growled, giving a faint smirk as the she-wolf cringed at the name. "Your little wolf friends won't be finding us anytime soon. So you might a well sleep." "I know your little tricks, demon." Rainlily growled, her magic kicking in to form an invisible barrier around her. "And so long as I'm here, I'm not going to sleep." The ensuing hiss told her that she had been right, and the daimon had released a gas into the room seconds before she'd set up the barrier. Thank the gods she knew daimons well since Sakano's death. At the thought of her late brother, Rainlily sighed and moved to sit in a corner of the cell, where she hummed a sad song and waited for contact from Vane. "Vane, the team's ready and we're waiting on you, man." Fang Kattalakis said as he entered the room. Recently waking from a coma, he had been working to get his strength back to where it had been before they'd gotten news that his brother's mate had been kidnapped. He looked at where his older litter mate stood silently, wondering what could be going through his brother's mind before Vane turned and looked at him, a hand clenched around a pendant that he wore constantly. Vane looked into Fang's eyes, and he knew the mixed emotions he was feeling registered in his eyes, because Fang gave a hopeful smile. "We'll find her, Vane. But we can't do it alone. You're more connected to Rain, so we need your help on this." Vane nodded. "I know, brother. But it's a daimon that's been after her for years of her life, Fang. He's wanted her blood pretty much since she was born." His hand clenched around the pendant of a silver wing with a wolf etched into the feathers - one of the two pendants Rainlily had made. He had been given one while she wore the other, both of them proud to. The increasing worry wasn't helping him any, so he released the wing and started forward. "Let's go. The sooner we start, the sooner we'll find her and I can kill as many of these jerks as I can." Fang nodded and followed his brother from the room, ready to search until commanded otherwise to stop. Standing at the bottom of the stairs was Fury, the leader of the pack that had once been Fang, Fury and Vane's father's. "Vane, are you ready?" the once lone wolf inquired. "Yes. And thank you for helping me, Fury." Fury shrugged nonchalantly. "No big. Mates are a big deal in our world. I'm not sure why, but they are." "I don't think you'd understand until you're there, Fury." Vane gave a slight smile. "I didn't know either until Rain came along." he paused. "Let's go. I need to find her before anything happens." As the members of the search party began to leave, Fang came up alongside his brother. "You haven't mated yet?" Vane shook his head. "With everything else going on, do you really think there was time?" he sighed near silently. "That's why you're so worried, isn't it?" Fang questioned. "You haven't claimed each other." "Precisely. If there had been time, we agreed our lives would be eternal hell without each other, so-" "You two intend to bond, huh?" Fang asked with a grin. "Yes, Fang." Vane answered quietly. "If not, there wouldn't be a point in living if one died." "You really think so?" "Like I told Fury, you have to be in the situation to really know." Vane reiterated with a faint smile. He exited the Peltier house and joined the four wolves ready for orders. With a brief nod, Vane changed into his wolf form, an all white timber wolf, before bolting off into the woods of New Orleans. "Anything out of her yet?" a male voice asked, causing Rainlily to look up into the eyes of Stryker himself. "Well, well, he does speak up." she said venomously, standing slowly. "If I were you, I'd keep my smart ass mouth shut." Stryker assessed. "Well I'm not you now, am I?" Rainlily snapped, crossing her arms. "You've been in our holding for close to eight hours, how do you feel on that?" "I feel the same as I did when your goons hit me - pissed the fuck off." Frozen ice blue orbs met swirling silver. "You know, you're eyes were blue last time I looked at your ugly fucking face. Are you trying to be like Acheron?" Her response was narrowed eyes that swirled and spun until they were the blue of when she'd met the immortal 400 years ago. "Ooo, a reaction of ticked off. Haven't seen that in a while, Stryker." What happened next gave Rainlily a sense of smug satisfaction. "You little bitch!" Stryker growled, slamming against the bars of her cell door. The door itself shook and clanged as the guard grabbed his superior about the waist. "You think you're so damn smug just because you managed to escape me 400 years ago?" "Actually, I think my brother and I escaped you many times over the 400 years you speak about." Rainlily smirked evilly, loving the reaction she was getting. Stryker growled furiously and once more attacked the bars, reaching as far as his body would allow him, clawed fingers grabbing towards the Arcadian wolf. "You won't get away this time. I'm going to kill you! You and that Apollo-damned lykos of yours!" "Vane has nothing to do with this battle, Stryker. Take your sexual frustrations out on someone else." Rainlily smarted back, dropping one arm to hang at her side while the free hand was placed at her hip. Her stance was pure cockiness. "I'd prefer you to use one of your ever-gay men, but if not, that's fine too." The room went still and silent as a pack of undeniable howls broke the surface of their hearing. "Vane." Rainlily breathed, a smile curving her lips at the thought of the male. "Damn, how did they find us so soon?" Stryker cursed beneath his breath. "Send out the first commanders to beat them back!" He pulled from the guard's hold and glared at Rainlily. "Get her prepared for the ceremony. I'll make her watch the death of her beloved lykos." Turning on his heel, he stormed off down the hall, leaving the guard alone with the woman. "Come on, wolf." the guard said, the tone implying it was meant to offend Rainlily, though it didn't. "Let's get you ready for the show." He reached into his coat and pulled out the key, unlocking the door before stepping into the cell. 'Idiot.' Rainlily thought before swinging a kick at full speed at the daimon's head, landing the force and successfully knocking the male down. With angelic grace but demonic speed, she withdrew the daimon's sword and placing a foot on either side of the male's head. "Maybe you'll learn, my friend. Never-" she cut herself off and lowered the blade to the daimon's neck. "Never insult a were-hunter female and expect to get away when you enter their den." This said, she swiftly moved the sword to sever the head from the body before slamming the blade into the chest and into the blot mark and grinning as the body disintegrated into dust. "Now then, I need to get the hell out of here and help my mate. Please don't blow away." Her tone sarcastic, she grabbed her trench-coat from the cot and walked out as she slipped it onto her lithe form. Vane led the group towards the hideout, a furious anger burning in his chest. Rainlily had been taken from him by the person who had hunted her for years, and there was no way he was going to stop until the she-wolf was once again in his arms where she belonged. Slowing down until the group was about 100 yards from the cave that led into the place Stryker was holding his mate, he tilted his head back and let a howl tear through the silence, the 3/4 moon shimmering along his white fur. Behind him, his two brother joined in, as did the rest of the group and for a moment after, they waited. "Vane, we should get in there." Fang said, concern for his sister-in-law rising in his heart. "No, wait." Vane contested,staring down. As if on cue, a single howl rose up from the area they were about to attack. "Remember, no holding back. They kidnapped her in cold blood, we'll kill as such in return. Until Rainlily is safe, we don't show mercy." "Understood," Fury said. "You heard him. No mercy until the she-wolf is safe." The three accompanying katagari nodded and prepared for the ambush. Rainlily charged through as many of the daimons as she could, swiftly stabbing each in turn in the right place. Her focus was on finding her mate and the group who had braved Stryker's holding cell in the backwoods of New Orleans. It didn't take her long to come close the entrance of a room, and she froze in her tracks. Stryker stood behind a row of guards, one such guard held a blade dangerously close to Vane's neck as the male quivered between his forms. She growled low in her throat. "So what's it going to be, Arcadian?" Stryker asked, smirking the entire time, as his swirling blue/silver eyes watched her. "You or the lykos?" Rainlily stared at the still flashing Vane. Her heart hurt to see him in such pain. Yet she knew there was no other choice. "Let me say goodbye at least." She said softly, eyes beginning to shimmer. The wounded Katagari stared at her. None could believe she would martyr herself for the good of the pack. "Very well" Stryker cooed venomously, waving at his men to back away from the Lykos. Rainlily approached slowly, kneeling beside the wolf and lowering her face to whisper in the male's ear. "We'll win this, Vane. Give me a moment to show my hatred and we can go." She healed him as she spoke. "Keep changing back and forth until then." She pulled away, a tear falling from her eye as she reached out to lay a hand atop the still changing male. "I love you." She said loud enough for the daimons to hear. She then stood and held her arms out so that she could be cuffed once more. "Do it quickly. I do not wish for him to see me suffer." Stryker grinned as if he'd just won his battle for the world. "Take her." His men stepped closer to the Arcadian before she smirked. In a flash, she balanced on one foot to spin a high-speed kick at the heads of three of the soldiers, taking them out for a moment while she dropped down to one knee, pulling an athame from her boot and stabbing it into the hearts of the two remaining men before spinning to do the same to the three she'd knocked back. "Sorry to cut things short, Stryker, but I have better things to do than die at your command." She rushed over to Vane, who sat up instantly, his mate's healing having worked, before he grabbed her hand and flashed them over to the bundle of hurt katagari. The group reached out to lay a hand against Rainlily's leg before they vanished together. Stryker screamed at the injustice of losing as he threw himself against a wall in frustration. Rainlily took a few deep breaths as she focused on healing the last of the katagari. Fury, she recalled. Vane's litter mate. He was the epitome of his name, as she'd been able to hear about his own battles against the daimons that had kidnapped his brother's mate. Rainlily laughed as she listened, amused at the wolf's intense love of battle. "Sounds like you had fun, then." "Probably more than he should have, seeing as they are our cousins." Vane's voice said softly. Rainlily turned in her chair and looked at the door. "Yet they were not our cousins for trying to kill me, correct?" she inquired. Vane nodded. "This is true," he said, shoving from the doorway. He crossed the room in four steps and pulled the female Arcadian to stand against him. "If you do not mind, Fury, I would like a moment alone with my mate." The answer was the other white timber wolf to stand and walk out. "Are you ready?" Rainlily smiled. "The battle is over." She began. "Of course I'm ready."

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