GABRIEL #2
I step inside it, and the sensation is so vivid it almost feels real, as if we’ve entered some strange telepathic space between us.
And inside, there’s him.
Standing there alone is a fragile sixteen-year-old boy, slightly frightened, staring at me with huge, sensitive eyes.
He has long hair with dyed streaks in it, black eyeliner smeared by tears, dangling earrings, and fingers covered in silver rings.
He’s trembling faintly, as though pain itself is running through him.
There’s longing in his eyes, longing for the exact same thing I’ve always longed for myself.
This version of Blue… wants love.
He wants me to love him.
He wants so much love that one day he might finally dare to give it himself.
But for now, he wants me to take his hand and lead him toward it. So I stop in front of him and hold out mine.
Slowly, cautiously, he slips his hand into it.
I bend down and press a kiss to it.
"I’ll give it to you. Every day, Blue. Every single day. I promise."
Slowly, he nods.
Still wary. Still uncertain.
But he gives me permission to offer it to him.
"I love you, Blue," I whisper, smiling, and he blinks, his eyes teary.
And then that wounded version of Blue, the shy, sensitive, fragile kid hidden deep inside his fortress, finally curls his fingers around mine and returns my smile.
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The peak of the heat arrives the very next day. Blue’s body is unbelievably overheated and pleasure-drunk, loudly and shamelessly demanding over a dozen orgasms a day, while I keep being his devoted heat servant, making sure he never has to wait a minute longer than necessary for his relief.
There are moments when I step out to use the bathroom, though, and if I linger too long under the shower, a drawn-out call reaches me from the bedroom, almost offended and pouty in tone.
So I rush back immediately, only to be greeted by puffed-up lips that make it very clear Blue had to wait half a minute too long.
Grinning, I climb right back on top of him and sink into him in one thrust, and he comes instantly.
His beautiful flat stomach is literally coated in layer after layer of dried streaks of cum, so whenever I manage to slip away for a moment while he’s distracted, I hurry into the bathroom and grab the special wipes Blue apparently kept for exactly this kind of situation.
I dampen them and sit beside him, gently cleaning his stomach while Blue watches me the entire time with immense focus, his eyes locked onto my face with the intensity of a wild omega: obsessive, demanding, expectant.
Oh, how I adore this heat version of Blue.
There’s something so stripped-down and genuine about him like this. His intellect and genius stop feeling intimidating, while his physical nature rises to the surface instead, hungry and beautiful in its rawness.
Blue spends almost the entire heat in the bedroom, leaving only for quick showers.
I’m the one who goes to James and asks him to prepare special food suitable for heat, high-calorie shakes Blue can force himself to swallow because he refuses to chew anything solid, which is apparently common for many omegas during heat.
James prepares the shakes and knocks softly at the bedroom door. I crack it open just enough to discreetly take them from him before returning to the bed, where Blue lies tangled in the sheets, usually with his legs spread open.
I sit beside him, slide a straw through the lid of the shake, and bring it to his lips. Blue drinks while staring at me the entire time, never taking his eyes off me for even a second.
That’s another peculiar but sweet thing about Blue during heat.
His gaze follows me constantly, tracking every movement I make, keeping me in sight at all times. No matter where I move around the room, I’m under surveillance. Even when I change the sheets, the pair of sapphire eyes watches that and every other thing I do.
Of course, there’s no way I’d let James into the room to clean, so I do it instead. I refuse to let anyone see Blue like this, so open, so blissed-out, so sensual.
Blue is mine alone, and I could never allow some outsider to disrupt the perfect atmosphere filling his bedroom, the place where he blooms, where he’s relaxed, spontaneous, completely uninhibited in his desire, free to surrender to instinct without shame. Nobody has the right to intrude on that.
Several times I’m forced to drive Simon out of the penthouse, and twice even Dimitri tries to get in to talk to Blue about various matters. But I answer them firmly and send them to Adams instead, telling them he’ll be making decisions for now because Blue cannot be disturbed.
And interestingly enough, to my amazement, Blue himself shows absolutely no interest in company matters during any of this. He’s entirely focused on physical pleasure and on experiencing his heat fully, without sharing his time with anything else.
I admire him for how perfectly he can separate himself from the rest of his life and dedicate these days entirely to himself. Well, to be fair, he spent his whole life sacrificing himself for others, working from morning until night, and he deserves to have this time belong solely to him.
The third day of the heat is calmer already.
The sex slows down. I move inside Blue with long, gentle thrusts. His entrance is swollen, puffy, and extremely sensitive, and it takes only a few movements before Blue’s cock trembles, producing sweet, pearly droplets.
I lick them away because I know the substances in them strengthen my own rut, filling me with energy and keeping exhaustion at bay when ordinarily I would probably be starting to feel drained and sleepy.
Blue insists on trying every possible position.
I take him from behind, against the wall in the shower, lying down, on all fours, from the side. He rides me facing forward, then backward, and at one point even insists I fuck him standing up while he hangs upside down with his head lowered.
His creativity is incredibly enjoyable and definitely keeps things entertaining for both of us.
That evening I can feel the heat beginning to fade.
So I make love to him very slowly, very gently, and unexpectedly I feel Blue brush his fingers across my face and cheek before sliding his index finger against my gums.
Throughout the entire heat, he was the one marking me. Both my glands carry the imprint of his teeth.
But until now, I’d never sensed complete openness from him when it came to letting me leave my mark on his glands too.
Something about this heat changed him, softened him, and gave him to me just a little more fully.
"Do it, Gabriel," he whispers breathlessly, his thighs wrapping around my hips. "I really appreciate that you didn’t ask for it sooner. Your patience is beautiful, and so is the space you created for me. But I’m ready now. I want to wear your mark. This is our moment, the sunset of my heat, and I’ve finally grown ready for its crowning. "
A shiver races down my spine, as though my body responds to those words instantly, preparing itself, rejoicing, becoming even more eager.
I smile, and immediately I feel pressure building in my gums. Slowly, almost savoring the sensation, I extend my fangs.
Blue watches them for a moment before gently tilting his head to the side in a soft, deeply submissive gesture, offering me his untouched glands, the ones that regrew over the past two months.
They’re slightly pink from the heat, swollen, spongy, and ready, just like I am and apparently just like Blue is too.
I do it differently than he did.
Calmer. Slower.
I sink my teeth into him carefully, but still, Blue trembles violently. His fingers clutch at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as a deep moan tears from his throat.
"Oh, Gabriel… Gabriel, I can feel it."
I know exactly what he is experiencing right now.
The synchronization of our nervous systems. The way they fuse together and tune themselves to one another on the deepest possible level, deeper than even the Bond between True Mates can fully merge us.
We both come, and this orgasm is long, deep, unbelievably satisfying. Different from all the others we shared during this heat.
There’s something more mature about it.
Something decisive hidden inside it.
As if only now Blue has truly given permission for us to fully belong to each other.
I feel a tear on my cheek, and Blue gently wipes it away.
"Everything will be so much easier now. I’m sure of it," he whispers.
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Heat recovery turns out to be unexpectedly intense.
Every omega goes through a recovery period after heat, though people say True Mates usually experience it much more gently.
But in Blue’s case, the hormonal crash is far more noticeable, probably because his system went through such an overwhelming flood of heat hormones in the first place, which was already a massive challenge for him, and now his body has to survive the aftermath too.
Blue lies in the bedroom with the lights dimmed low, curled tightly into a small ball. There’s a pillow resting over his head.
Every now and then a certain restlessness creeps into him, something that wasn’t there during the heat itself. I catch him reaching for his tablet a few times, but I intervene quickly and move it out of reach.
"C’mon…" he grumbles.
His eyes drift toward his glasses, but I slide those away too.
"This recovery period is just as important as the heat itself," I say firmly.
I can’t imagine letting Blue bury himself in work immediately after such an intense experience. He deserves a chance to breathe.
I do everything I can to give him what he needs, mostly peace and quiet.