MonsAcad - Moments

I have found that there are few things that I truly love. My clan, my parents... and most recently discovered... is you.

A soft smile crossed Hiten's lips as he watched his mate sleep. Moments like these were what he woke up early for. Before his beloved did so he could observe the features of the strong, bold creature which captured his heart so easily. Tired eyes, still heavy with sleep, trailed across the bare skin of his lover, drinking in all that was uncovered by the sheets twisted about their mingled legs.

Brilliant white hair that matched only newly powdered snow, fair skin creamy, unmarred and perfect, the softest of lips that brushed his own so often, and hidden behind beautiful lashes were the deep brown eyes that made the world disappear every single time he looked into them.

Hiten felt so contrast to Ferenc with his earthen-toned tri-colored hair, his bruised and marked common skin, his full yet chapped lips, and golden eyes.

He felt imperfect compared to Ferenc and as he stroked his mate's cheek, he wondered what he did to warrent the right to touch such perfection. What good he had done in a past life or in his own past to deserve Ferenc? He could spend hours scrutinizing his own known past and never find the answer. He never did anything good enough to truly make the Gods reward him with such a lover, did he?

Hiten pursed his lips as he stroked the other's soft skin, marveling at the feel as his eyes trailed over the trembling white lashes. He felt dirty. He didn't want to dirty Ferenc with his touch but he couldn't stop the gentle touches.

All across Hiten's body were marks of ownership; Bruises, bites, and a still healing scab at his shoulder formed Ferenc's handsome signature. Who would figure that despite such blunt teeth that Ferenc could draw blood to create the injury that would scar ownership into Hiten's slender body. Hiten was the most proud of that mark, still sensitive to the touch even as it healed. It meant Ferenc owned Hiten of the Setsudanki clan.

No material thing ccould ever make Hiten prouder than he was of being Ferenc's mate.

Smile returning to his lips as he felt the tender marking upon his shoulder throb. Ah, even it knew it was being scrutinized over.

Hiten could never bring himself to draw bruises on Ferenc's skin, never wanting to damage the perfection before him, using only the carefullest of touches, even at the highest peeks of lust that Ferenc threw him into so often. It was one reason why Hiten refused to dominate Ferenc. For Ferenc alone, he would act the woman of the relationship.

For his mate, a powerful white stag, was the snow-brilliant apple of Hiten's eye.

To mar such god-like perfection must be a sin.

As if sensing Hiten's thoughts, the stag began to stir and Hiten's golden eyes softened, watching those full white lashes flutter tiredly over darkened eyes before those soul-stealing orbs focused and met his own...

Moments like these were what he lived for.

"Good morning." he whispered and placed only the gentlest of kisses against Ferenc's forehead.

Moments like these were what Hiten loved.

There were few things Hiten had discovered that he truly loved.

But Ferenc was one of them.