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", "description_bbcode_parsed": "As the plot thickens, Brawn finds out what has broken his mate, and has to figure out how to make him remember why they are perfect for each other before they can take the steps to fix what has happened. ", "writing": "Brawn watched Tiran sleep peacefully for the first time in four days. The man was sprawled out across their bed, face down, snoring like the freight train he was normally. His fur was matted and in complete disarray. His eyes, when he opened them, still looked like he’d grabbed handfuls of gravel and rubbed them in for all he was worth. Brawn knew the second he woke up, came to his senses, the shower would be the first place he’d want to go. Knowing Tiran, he’d kill the hot water heater. \n\nBrawn knew this was the only chance that he had to go through Tiran’s office, so he slipped out of the room and walked down the main hall to the side office where Tiran made magic with a computer. His man was a genius when he had a good computer under his fingertips. High end computer toys of all kinds were placed carefully and in the most organized manner Brawn had ever seen in cubbie holes all over the room. Tiran was anal about organization with his tech. He had multiple laptops and tablets that all served different purposes. \n\nHe knew his man, and knew that no matter what was going on, any evidence of a problem would be in his files in the cabinet or in his desk drawers. Brawn started with the drawers, picking up and examining each piece of paper like it was the link to humanities beginnings. \n\nHe spent an hour on the desk alone and realized that he was looking in the wrong place, and turned to face the filing cabinet. File after file after file of names and dates and projects from years of work. Two hours had passed and he still had squat. \n\nThankfully he was down to the last half of the last drawer when he saw a file named “Meri.” His heart stopped and his throat closed in slight panic mixed with terror. It was a pretty thin file and only had three pieces of paper in it. \n\nHis heart broke when he saw what they were. The first one was a letter. \n\n[i]Tiran,\n\nBrother, I am so sorry to have to tell you all this this way. Please know that if Father had ever given me the opportunity, I would have written before now. I was only able to get this to you because of the situation and he has not been himself since. \n\nMother has killed herself, Tir. She and Father fought so many times after he disowned you. I want you to know that she always believed that he was the one in the wrong and she missed you so terribly. I cannot explain why she acted the way she did the day you came out to them, but I can only believe that she was too scared of losing the life that she had. It did not take her long to realize that losing her son was not something that she could live with silently. I do not know exactly what happened, but the night before we… found... her, she and Father had an awful argument, according to the neighbors. They heard yelling and screaming. The next morning when Jessie and I came to the house to check on her, Father was passed out drunk in their bedroom and Mother was… in the kitchen. The knife she used was next to her. \n\nThe police confirmed suicide. Father had scratches on his face and arms. They had fought, physically, but he had not hurt her in any way. I promise you that, Tir. \n\nJessie does not know that I’m writing to you. He believed, like Father, about your life. I do not, Tir. I miss my brother. I want to see you, please. I know you cannot forgive us for abandoning you so many years ago, but I’m hoping you can at least be willing to come back to Vermont for her funeral. \n\nI’m married, Tir. My husband’s brother is like you, and he wants to meet you. We have a son, Tir. Clese is almost six months old now and I’d like him to know his Uncle. \n\nPlease, come to the funeral. I miss you, Tir. Please.\n\nLove,\n\nCloe[/i]\n\nThe second piece of paper was the obituary, printed from online. The third was an online article about his Mother committing suicide. \n\nBrawn’s heart broke for his mate, now knowing what had broken Tiran’s soul. He left the papers on the desk and padded back into their bedroom, staring at his broken man lying on the bed. He walked over and slid onto the matress next to Tiran and pulled his mate to him. Manuvering the unconscious man was easier than he thought it would be, but he finally had Tiran facing him, wrapped in his arms, head tucked just under Brawn’s chin. \n\nHe let the tears fall for the kit that he remembered Tiran to be: shy, awkward, and unbalanced. The day they had met at the park as kits was fresh in his mind, just like it was yesterday. \n\n~~\n\nBrawn loved the sandbox. He built things. He destroyed them afterward. He rammed cars together and bashed his action figures heads. His giggles made his Mother smile and she kept talking to the other Mom that she always talked to. \n\nHe looked up and caught sight of this small, silver cougar, a kit like him. He toddled, or tried to, across the grass and ended up tripping over his tangled shoe laces. His Mother raced over, picked him up, swooping him into the air to make him smile, and tickled his sides. His laugh was curious. It was like he was trying to hold it in, so kept his mouth closed and giggled at the same time. \n\nA few moments later he watched her walk over to the sandbox where Brawn played and plopped him down next to Brawn. \n\n“Now, Tiran, you two can make friends!” This was when Brawn realized that it was the same Mom who his own Mother had been speaking to. The two kits looked at each other and stared for a moment before Brawn picked up one of his action figures, smashed it against another one in demonstration, and then handed then to the silver cougar kit. \n\nUntil they had really learned to talk, Tiran had been Ran, and Brawn had been Awn. They had been instant best friends, and had not separated after that. \n\n~~\n\nBrawn held onto Tiran for long hours, his heart bleeding from what he had learned. When his mate stirred in his arms, eyes blinking open, red but not gritty any longer, Brawn brushed his cheek with a soft hand. “Hi,” he whispered, watching his mate’s every move.\n\nTiran winced and rubbed at his arms, as if they hurt. “Hi..” he whispered back.\n\n“Why didn’t you tell me, baby?”\n\nTiran flinched and tried to pull away. Brawn wouldn’t have any of that and simply locked his arms tighter around his man. “No, no more pulling away from me, Tiran. Talk to me.”\n\nHis mate wouldn’t meet his eyes, and Brawn worried more. “Please, baby. Talk to me.”\n\n“You wouldn’t understand, Brawn. You can’t understand.”\n\n“Why wouldn’t I? I love you, Tiran. We have been through hell and back together and I sure as hell am not letting your destroy yourself now.”\n\nTiran shoved him away, pushing both hands against Brawn’s chest and shot out of bed, stumbling when his body couldn’t hold itself upright. “Whatever you think you know, Brawn, it is wrong. This is something I have to work out alone.” \n\nBrawn jolted up and grabbed for Tiran, yanking him around from his diligent path to the closet. “I know what Meri did, Tiran. I found the file.”\n\nHe saw Tiran flinch, hard, like Brawn had struck him with a steel pipe and turned. “What the fuck, Brawn? What gives you the right to go through my things?”\n\nBrawn surged forward, shoving Tiran back, slammed him bodily into the wall, grabbed him at the wrists and shoved them high above his head, pinning him to the surface. “I have the fucking right when I find you almost OD’d on heroin and drunk in a slum house and I have to hold you while you go through withdrawal thinking that I was going to watch you die. In. My. Arms!” \n\nHe screamed the words at his mate, their gazes locked in a heated fight. Tiran didn’t even bother to struggle, knew he couldn’t break free with Brawn as mad as he was. \n\n“Your family is perfect, Brawn.” The sob ripped from him, “They have always loved you no matter what. When we came out to them, they basically told you they already knew and then changed the topic to the summer family reunion so they could plan how to tell the family that their baby boy was finally out of the invisible closet. Mine hated me.” His eyes closed then, the look that crossed his eyes was shame. “Hated me…”\n\n“Baby..” Brawn sighed, leaned his forehead against Tiran’s. “They didn’t hate you. Your Father is a bigoted jackass that has no right to call himself your Father. Your mother and sister have always loved you. They were just too scared of your Father to do anything. That is on them.” He used the tip of his nose to push Tiran’s jaw up and to open his eyes, locked his own on that hurt stare. “What she did is not your fault, Tiran. There were other things she could have done, but she was too scared to. That is on her. Not. On. You.”\n\nHis mate sagged, buried his face into Brawn’s shoulder, and Brawn let go of his arms to gather him close. “We’ll talk about this more later. Right now, you need a shower and food. Christi gave you an IV a couple of times to give you nutrients and to help keep you hydrated. You need protein and I can definitely cook that for you.”\n\n“Okay, but only if you’ll come shower with me,” Tiran’s voice was small and gravely. \n\n“Only if you promise that this conversation isn’t over. Promise me that you’ll talk to me. Promise me that you will tell me everything, and let me help you, just like we’ve always helped each other.”\n\nBrawn saw refusal in his mate’s eyes, but then something shifted and Tiran sighed and met his stare, pain still alive and threatening there. He nodded and Brawn took his jaw in a tight grip. “Saw it, baby. I need to hear you promise me.” He knew he had Tiran there. The man, no matter what happened or what was going on, never went back on a promise.\n\n“I promise you I will talk to you, tell you everything. I promise I won’t lock you out.”\n\nBrawn brought their lips together, and slid their bodies closer, taking his man in his arms, the way he’d been dying to do since seeing him bent over that little table under rusty light. He pulled away and cocked his head at Tiran. “Your breath reeks, baby.”\n\nThe desired effect was created and Tiran laughed, his full throaty laugh that Brawn had been dying to hear the past few days. “Okay, fine. I’ll go scrub them before we jump in the shower.” They brushed their teeth together, hips tapping, Brawn keeping close since Tiran wasn’t steady on his feet yet. \n\nHis mate had lost weight. Too much for Brawn’s liking. His hip bones stuck out jaggedly, as did his cheekbones, collar bones, and ribs. He needed to feed him. Lots of protein, Brawn thought. Lots and LOTS of protein. \n\nOnce under the hot water of the shower, Tiran just stood there, letting it beat down on him. Brawn couldn’t resist reaching out to massage his shoulders and back, working those muscles, feeling each knot build and fade under his adamant touch. \n\nTiran reached back and held on to Brawn’s hips while he worked, his head tilted back on Brawn’s shoulder as he worked the kinks out of his lower back. He groaned, his body reacting to the sensation when Brawn’s lips and teeth met the junction of his shoulder and neck, hissing when teeth sank in to hold him in place. \n\nTiran panted, feeling the frustration, the demand, the anger, the need, and the fear coursing from his mate’s touch and teeth. His cock grew, rapidly beginning to ache with need. The vein on the underside throbbed and if he didn’t get Brawn’s hands on him soon, it felt like his cock would explode. “Brawn,” he hissed, low and throaty.\n\n“I know, baby, I know. Just let me take care of you.” Brawn worked his hands around to Tiran’s abs, rubbing, tweaking both nipples between his fingers, smiling an evil grin when his man growled, grinding his ass back against Brawn’s hard-as-a-rock cock, in a complete demand. \n\n“Does my mate want to be taken?” He growled possessively when Tiran nodded, grabbing his man’s hips and dragging them back to force his cock into the crease of Tiran’s ass. “You. Are. Mine. Nothing will keep me from protecting you, even yourself. I am not giving up on you, nor will I allow you to give up on yourself.” He knew his voice had anger in it and only let the regret for that sit in his chest for a split second. \n\nUsing his hands on Tiran’s hips, he spun his cougar around, slammed his back against the wall, surprise lighting those yellow eyes. He grabbed both of their enlarged cocks, fisting them together, rubbing both of them together in an earnest and fast pace. Tiran’s head was thrown back, panting, groaning, and Brawn leaned in and bit his pec, sinking teeth in just enough to hurt, but not enough to break skin. “Mine.” He growled.\n\nBrawn dropped to his knees, forced Tiran’s legs to spread apart and licked his lips when he got an eyeful of his mate’s engorged cock, balls hanging low and dripping with water droplets. He loved to nuzzle in the juncture of thigh and groin, burying his face there, using his tongue to pull moans of desperation from Tiran. He pulled deep breaths in, taking in the scent of his man, the woodsy, earthy scent that made him pant. \n\nHe put his nose up to the underside of the heavy sac at his face, rubbing his nose, lips, and cheeks into them, licking to tantalize as he went. Tiran loved it when he played with his balls. Had always enjoyed the feel of Brawn’s lips wrapped around them, and so Brawn did so now, taking them both deep into his mouth, deep throating one of them, taking the entire sac between his lips. Tiran yipped out his name, grabbed onto Brawn’s fur, holding him close and Brawn snarled against the sensitive skin, using the vibrations to add more sensation.\n\nTiran thought his knees would give out, the feelings that Brawn gave him so strong and turbulent that he felt them in his soul. He could only hold on and let his man take control to do what he wished. Brawn did just that. \n\nWith a soft popping sound, he released both of the soft orbs, letting them drop to once again hang. He slid his tongue up along the inside of Tiran’s thigh, up the junction of thigh and groin, up abs and to a nipple where he latched on, suckled hard, nipping slightly just to make Tiran moan and jerk. \n\nHe loved to lave at his mate’s nipped, his balls, any part of his man that he could. Every inch of skin tasted like the best whiskey, and marking that skin as his, letting the world know that Tiran was his made his cock swell harder than he thought possible. \n\nHe took his time exploring Tiran’s body, using his hands and lips to walk a path over every inch of skin, ignoring the swollen cock that jerked and trembled in front of his face. He knew that when he finally gave that cock the attention that it demanded, that Tiran would come so hard that he wouldn’t be able to function. He planned to ride Tiran and torture him with sex until he remembered why they were perfect together, and why he should trust Brawn with everything that was going on inside his head. \n\nUnfortunatley, he had pushed Tiran too far into sexual desire and he found himself roughly brought to his feet, spun around, and bent over the seat in their shower. Tiran’s body folded over Brawn’s pinning him down, and he found a cock slid against the crease of his ass, rubbing and throbbing there. \n\nHe wasn’t going to give in that easily, pushed back and they wrestled in the floor of the shower. They loved to do this. Tease each other, play with one another, get so wound up that their animal sides kicked in and they couldn’t resist going after one another in a manner more fit for a BDSM club. \n\nBrawn won this time, pinned Tiran to his back and all thoughts of riding his man flew from his mind. Everything in him needed to take, to control, to use. His cock ached, hanging between their bodies, bumping into Tiran’s when blood ticked into it over and over again. He shoved Tiran’s legs up, used his shoulders to push them further until Tiran’s were draped over his shoulders and his feet faced the ceiling. \n\n“Mine,” Brawn growled, feral in his need, in his demand. Tiran simply growled back, a snarl more like it, as Brawn slid his cock home. Tiran roared, his ass not having been prepped or ready for the intrusion. He loved every bit of it. There were times when a man just needed to be taken. No soft words spoken. No readying or foreplay to loosen him up. Tonight, he needed to be taken that way. He needed to feel the pain that slid into pleasure after two or three rough, hot strokes. \n\nBrawn’s shoulders were tight, feeling Tiran’s body contract around him like a fist of molten hot steel. His head was thrown back and a feline howl ripped from his throat as he threw his body into his mate’s, thrusting deep and hard over and over again until his body started to sweat even under the thrum of the water hitting them both. His arms and core shook from the exertion.\n\nTiran gripped at his arms, his hips, his hands sliding all over Brawn’s body, not finding enough purchase to hold on anywhere for long. They both panted, murmured words of “Oh, Goddess,” “Tiran,” “Brawn,” “Fuck, baby,” “Harder,” “Faster,” all bounced off the walls of the shower stall as he kept up the rabid pace. \n\nBrawn pulled Tiran up into a sitting position and leaned back on his heels, rocking into his cougar deeper with the changed angle, knowing his cock hit the sweet spot when Tiran’s eyes rolled back into his head on every thrust, as he cried out louder every time he slammed home. \n\nHe could feel his release building from the base of his spine. Feel it surging up into his balls and tried to hold off, wanting to feel Tiran cum and pulse around him before letting go. Using his arms, he lifted Tiran up and used his hips in conjuction to slam back home, bringing a scream from the cougar’s lips. Within a few of those strokes Tiran jerked straight, every muscle straining and his cock spurted upward, his seed a long white string pumping up high enough that Brawn leaned forward and caught a nice dollop in his mouth, humming at the flavor and licking his lips. He loved the taste of Tiran’s seed.\n\nHe couldn’t hold on, though. His own release vibrated up from his balls, rocketed through his system like Speed mixed with Ecstasy. He roared out, head thrown back, hands gripping into Tiran’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. \n\nWhen the blood stopped roaring in his ears he panted hard, forcing air into his lungs and maneuvered them to the floor, still buried in his mate as his knot hadn’t unswollen yet, still keeping them linked. He had Tiran’s legs around his hips, so that he didn’t hurt him by pulling on the knot. \n\nHe cupped Tiran’s face in his palms and whispered, “Do you remember now?”\n\nWatery eyes met his through the steam of the water still pounding over them. “Yes…I do.”\n\nTheir lips met under the water and they laid there for a long time, the emotional connection that they had built over years, the one that had been frayed and ripped the last weeks, now whole again, stronger and more stable than ever. \n\n“All you ever have to do is talk to me, baby,” Brawn whispered to him, “We can figure anything out, fix any problem together, as long as you talk to me.” \n\nWhen they finished in the shower sometime later, they were solid again, and Brawn was determined to keep it that way. \n\n \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Brawn watched Tiran sleep peacefully for the first time in four days. The man was sprawled out across their bed, face down, snoring like the freight train he was normally. His fur was matted and in complete disarray. His eyes, when he opened them, still looked like he’d grabbed handfuls of gravel and rubbed them in for all he was worth. Brawn knew the second he woke up, came to his senses, the shower would be the first place he’d want to go. Knowing Tiran, he’d kill the hot water heater.

Brawn knew this was the only chance that he had to go through Tiran’s office, so he slipped out of the room and walked down the main hall to the side office where Tiran made magic with a computer. His man was a genius when he had a good computer under his fingertips. High end computer toys of all kinds were placed carefully and in the most organized manner Brawn had ever seen in cubbie holes all over the room. Tiran was anal about organization with his tech. He had multiple laptops and tablets that all served different purposes.

He knew his man, and knew that no matter what was going on, any evidence of a problem would be in his files in the cabinet or in his desk drawers. Brawn started with the drawers, picking up and examining each piece of paper like it was the link to humanities beginnings.

He spent an hour on the desk alone and realized that he was looking in the wrong place, and turned to face the filing cabinet. File after file after file of names and dates and projects from years of work. Two hours had passed and he still had squat.

Thankfully he was down to the last half of the last drawer when he saw a file named “Meri.”  His heart stopped and his throat closed in slight panic mixed with terror. It was a pretty thin file and only had three pieces of paper in it.

His heart broke when he saw what they were. The first one was a letter.

Tiran,

Brother, I am so sorry to have to tell you all this this way. Please know that if Father had ever given me the opportunity, I would have written before now. I was only able to get this to you because of the situation and he has not been himself since.

Mother has killed herself, Tir. She and Father fought so many times after he disowned you. I want you to know that she always believed that he was the one in the wrong and she missed you so terribly. I cannot explain why she acted the way she did the day you came out to them, but I can only believe that she was too scared of losing the life that she had. It did not take her long to realize that losing her son was not something that she could live with silently. I do not know exactly what happened, but the night before we… found... her, she and Father had an awful argument, according to the neighbors. They heard yelling and screaming. The next morning when Jessie and I came to the house to check on her, Father was passed out drunk in their bedroom and Mother was… in the kitchen. The knife she used was next to her.

The police confirmed suicide. Father had scratches on his face and arms. They had fought, physically, but he had not hurt her in any way. I promise you that, Tir.

Jessie does not know that I’m writing to you. He believed, like Father, about your life. I do not, Tir. I miss my brother. I want to see you, please. I know you cannot forgive us for abandoning you so many years ago, but I’m hoping you can at least be willing to come back to Vermont for her funeral.

I’m married, Tir. My husband’s brother is like you, and he wants to meet you. We have a son, Tir. Clese is almost six months old now and I’d like him to know his Uncle.

Please, come to the funeral. I miss you, Tir. Please.

Love,

Cloe

The second piece of paper was the obituary, printed from online. The third was an online article about his Mother committing suicide.

Brawn’s heart broke for his mate, now knowing what had broken Tiran’s soul. He left the papers on the desk and padded back into their bedroom, staring at his broken man lying on the bed. He walked over and slid onto the matress next to Tiran and pulled his mate to him. Manuvering the unconscious man was easier than he thought it would be, but he finally had Tiran facing him, wrapped in his arms, head tucked just under Brawn’s chin.

He let the tears fall for the kit that he remembered Tiran to be: shy, awkward, and unbalanced. The day they had met at the park as kits was fresh in his mind, just like it was yesterday.

~~

Brawn loved the sandbox. He built things. He destroyed them afterward. He rammed cars together and bashed his action figures heads. His giggles made his Mother smile and she kept talking to the other Mom that she always talked to.

He looked up and caught sight of this small, silver cougar, a kit like him. He toddled, or tried to, across the grass and ended up tripping over his tangled shoe laces. His Mother raced over, picked him up, swooping him into the air to make him smile, and tickled his sides. His laugh was curious. It was like he was trying to hold it in, so kept his mouth closed and giggled at the same time.

A few moments later he watched her walk over to the sandbox where Brawn played and plopped him down next to Brawn.

“Now, Tiran, you two can make friends!” This was when Brawn realized that it was the same Mom who his own Mother had been speaking to. The two kits looked at each other and stared for a moment before Brawn picked up one of his action figures, smashed it against another one in demonstration, and then handed then to the silver cougar kit.

Until they had really learned to talk, Tiran had been Ran, and Brawn had been Awn. They had been instant best friends, and had not separated after that.

~~

Brawn held onto Tiran for long hours, his heart bleeding from what he had learned. When his mate stirred in his arms, eyes blinking open, red but not gritty any longer, Brawn brushed his cheek with a soft hand. “Hi,” he whispered, watching his mate’s every move.

Tiran winced and rubbed at his arms, as if they hurt. “Hi..” he whispered back.

“Why didn’t you tell me, baby?”

Tiran flinched and tried to pull away. Brawn wouldn’t have any of that and simply locked his arms tighter around his man. “No, no more pulling away from me, Tiran. Talk to me.”

His mate wouldn’t meet his eyes, and Brawn worried more. “Please, baby. Talk to me.”

“You wouldn’t understand, Brawn. You can’t understand.”

“Why wouldn’t I? I love you, Tiran. We have been through hell and back together and I sure as hell am not letting your destroy yourself now.”

Tiran shoved him away, pushing both hands against Brawn’s chest and shot out of bed, stumbling when his body couldn’t hold itself upright. “Whatever you think you know, Brawn, it is wrong. This is something I have to work out alone.”

Brawn jolted up and grabbed for Tiran, yanking him around from his diligent path to the closet. “I know what Meri did, Tiran. I found the file.”

He saw Tiran flinch, hard, like Brawn had struck him with a steel pipe and turned. “What the fuck, Brawn? What gives you the right to go through my things?”

Brawn surged forward, shoving Tiran back, slammed him bodily into the wall, grabbed him at the wrists and shoved them high above his head, pinning him to the surface. “I have the fucking right when I find you almost OD’d on heroin and drunk in a slum house and I have to hold you while you go through withdrawal thinking that I was going to watch you die. In. My. Arms!”

He screamed the words at his mate, their gazes locked in a heated fight. Tiran didn’t even bother to struggle, knew he couldn’t break free with Brawn as mad as he was.

“Your family is perfect, Brawn.” The sob ripped from him, “They have always loved you no matter what. When we came out to them, they basically told you they already knew and then changed the topic to the summer family reunion so they could plan how to tell the family that their baby boy was finally out of the invisible closet. Mine hated me.” His eyes closed then, the look that crossed his eyes was shame. “Hated me…”

“Baby..” Brawn sighed, leaned his forehead against Tiran’s. “They didn’t hate you. Your Father is a bigoted jackass that has no right to call himself your Father. Your mother and sister have always loved you. They were just too scared of your Father to do anything. That is on them.” He used the tip of his nose to push Tiran’s jaw up and to open his eyes, locked his own on that hurt stare. “What she did is not your fault, Tiran. There were other things she could have done, but she was too scared to. That is on her. Not. On. You.”

His mate sagged, buried his face into Brawn’s shoulder, and Brawn let go of his arms to gather him close. “We’ll talk about this more later. Right now, you need a shower and food. Christi gave you an IV a couple of times to give you nutrients and to help keep you hydrated. You need protein and I can definitely cook that for you.”

“Okay, but only if you’ll come shower with me,” Tiran’s voice was small and gravely.

“Only if you promise that this conversation isn’t over. Promise me that you’ll talk to me. Promise me that you will tell me everything, and let me help you, just like we’ve always helped each other.”

Brawn saw refusal in his mate’s eyes, but then something shifted and Tiran sighed and met his stare, pain still alive and threatening there. He nodded and Brawn took his jaw in a tight grip. “Saw it, baby. I need to hear you promise me.” He knew he had Tiran there. The man, no matter what happened or what was going on, never went back on a promise.

“I promise you I will talk to you, tell you everything. I promise I won’t lock you out.”

Brawn brought their lips together, and slid their bodies closer, taking his man in his arms, the way he’d been dying to do since seeing him bent over that little table under rusty light. He pulled away and cocked his head at Tiran. “Your breath reeks, baby.”

The desired effect was created and Tiran laughed, his full throaty laugh that Brawn had been dying to hear the past few days. “Okay, fine. I’ll go scrub them before we jump in the shower.” They brushed their teeth together, hips tapping, Brawn keeping close since Tiran wasn’t steady on his feet yet.

His mate had lost weight. Too much for Brawn’s liking. His hip bones stuck out jaggedly, as did his cheekbones, collar bones, and ribs. He needed to feed him. Lots of protein, Brawn thought. Lots and LOTS of protein.

Once under the hot water of the shower, Tiran just stood there, letting it beat down on him. Brawn couldn’t resist reaching out to massage his shoulders and back, working those muscles, feeling each knot build and fade under his adamant touch.

Tiran reached back and held on to Brawn’s hips while he worked, his head tilted back on Brawn’s shoulder as he worked the kinks out of his lower back. He groaned, his body reacting to the sensation when Brawn’s lips and teeth met the junction of his shoulder and neck, hissing when teeth sank in to hold him in place.

Tiran panted, feeling the frustration, the demand, the anger, the need, and the fear coursing from his mate’s touch and teeth. His cock grew, rapidly beginning to ache with need. The vein on the underside throbbed and if he didn’t get Brawn’s hands on him soon, it felt like his cock would explode. “Brawn,” he hissed, low and throaty.

“I know, baby, I know. Just let me take care of you.” Brawn worked his hands around to Tiran’s abs, rubbing, tweaking both nipples between his fingers, smiling an evil grin when his man growled, grinding his ass back against Brawn’s hard-as-a-rock cock, in a complete demand.

“Does my mate want to be taken?” He growled possessively when Tiran nodded, grabbing his man’s hips and dragging them back to force his cock into the crease of Tiran’s ass. “You. Are. Mine. Nothing will keep me from protecting you, even yourself. I am not giving up on you, nor will I allow you to give up on yourself.” He knew his voice had anger in it and only let the regret for that sit in his chest for a split second.

Using his hands on Tiran’s hips, he spun his cougar around, slammed his back against the wall, surprise lighting those yellow eyes. He grabbed both of their enlarged cocks, fisting them together, rubbing both of them together in an earnest and fast pace. Tiran’s head was thrown back, panting, groaning, and Brawn leaned in and bit his pec, sinking teeth in just enough to hurt, but not enough to break skin. “Mine.” He growled.

Brawn dropped to his knees, forced Tiran’s legs to spread apart and licked his lips when he got an eyeful of his mate’s engorged cock, balls hanging low and dripping with water droplets. He loved to nuzzle in the juncture of thigh and groin, burying his face there, using his tongue to pull moans of desperation from Tiran. He pulled deep breaths in, taking in the scent of his man, the woodsy, earthy scent that made him pant.

He put his nose up to the underside of the heavy sac at his face, rubbing his nose, lips, and cheeks into them, licking to tantalize as he went. Tiran loved it when he played with his balls. Had always enjoyed the feel of Brawn’s lips wrapped around them, and so Brawn did so now, taking them both deep into his mouth, deep throating one of them, taking the entire sac between his lips. Tiran yipped out his name, grabbed onto Brawn’s fur, holding him close and Brawn snarled against the sensitive skin, using the vibrations to add more sensation.

Tiran thought his knees would give out, the feelings that Brawn gave him so strong and turbulent that he felt them in his soul. He could only hold on and let his man take control to do what he wished. Brawn did just that.

With a soft popping sound, he released both of the soft orbs, letting them drop to once again hang. He slid his tongue up along the inside of Tiran’s thigh, up the junction of thigh and groin, up abs and to a nipple where he latched on, suckled hard, nipping slightly just to make Tiran moan and jerk.

He loved to lave at his mate’s nipped, his balls, any part of his man that he could. Every inch of skin tasted like the best whiskey, and marking that skin as his, letting the world know that Tiran was his made his cock swell harder than he thought possible.

He took his time exploring Tiran’s body, using his hands and lips to walk a path over every inch of skin, ignoring the swollen cock that jerked and trembled in front of his face. He knew that when he finally gave that cock the attention that it demanded, that Tiran would come so hard that he wouldn’t be able to function. He planned to ride Tiran and torture him with sex until he remembered why they were perfect together, and why he should trust Brawn with everything that was going on inside his head.

Unfortunatley, he had pushed Tiran too far into sexual desire and he found himself roughly brought to his feet, spun around, and bent over the seat in their shower. Tiran’s body folded over Brawn’s pinning him down, and he found a cock slid against the crease of his ass, rubbing and throbbing there.

He wasn’t going to give in that easily, pushed back and they wrestled in the floor of the shower. They loved to do this. Tease each other, play with one another, get so wound up that their animal sides kicked in and they couldn’t resist going after one another in a manner more fit for a BDSM club.

Brawn won this time, pinned Tiran to his back and all thoughts of riding his man flew from his mind. Everything in him needed to take, to control, to use. His cock ached, hanging between their bodies, bumping into Tiran’s when blood ticked into it over and over again. He shoved Tiran’s legs up, used his shoulders to push them further until Tiran’s were draped over his shoulders and his feet faced the ceiling.

“Mine,” Brawn growled, feral in his need, in his demand. Tiran simply growled back, a snarl more like it, as Brawn slid his cock home. Tiran roared, his ass not having been prepped or ready for the intrusion. He loved every bit of it. There were times when a man just needed to be taken. No soft words spoken. No readying or foreplay to loosen him up. Tonight, he needed to be taken that way. He needed to feel the pain that slid into pleasure after two or three rough, hot strokes.

Brawn’s shoulders were tight, feeling Tiran’s body contract around him like a fist of molten hot steel. His head was thrown back and a feline howl ripped from his throat as he threw his body into his mate’s, thrusting deep and hard over and over again until his body started to sweat even under the thrum of the water hitting them both. His arms and core shook from the exertion.

Tiran gripped at his arms, his hips, his hands sliding all over Brawn’s body, not finding enough purchase to hold on anywhere for long. They both panted, murmured words of “Oh, Goddess,” “Tiran,” “Brawn,” “Fuck, baby,” “Harder,” “Faster,” all bounced off the walls of the shower stall as he kept up the rabid pace.

Brawn pulled Tiran up into a sitting position and leaned back on his heels, rocking into his cougar deeper with the changed angle, knowing his cock hit the sweet spot when Tiran’s eyes rolled back into his head on every thrust, as he cried out louder every time he slammed home.  

He could feel his release building from the base of his spine. Feel it surging up into his balls and tried to hold off, wanting to feel Tiran cum and pulse around him before letting go. Using his arms, he lifted Tiran up and used his hips in conjuction to slam back home, bringing a scream from the cougar’s lips. Within a few of those strokes Tiran jerked straight, every muscle straining and his cock spurted upward, his seed a long white string pumping up high enough that Brawn leaned forward and caught a nice dollop in his mouth, humming at the flavor and licking his lips. He loved the taste of Tiran’s seed.

He couldn’t hold on, though. His own release vibrated up from his balls, rocketed through his system like Speed mixed with Ecstasy. He roared out, head thrown back, hands gripping into Tiran’s hips hard enough to leave bruises.

When the blood stopped roaring in his ears he panted hard, forcing air into his lungs and maneuvered them to the floor, still buried in his mate as his knot hadn’t unswollen yet, still keeping them linked. He had Tiran’s legs around his hips, so that he didn’t hurt him by pulling on the knot.

He cupped Tiran’s face in his palms and whispered, “Do you remember now?”

Watery eyes met his through the steam of the water still pounding over them. “Yes…I do.”

Their lips met under the water and they laid there for a long time, the emotional connection that they had built over years, the one that had been frayed and ripped the last weeks, now whole again, stronger and more stable than ever.

“All you ever have to do is talk to me, baby,” Brawn whispered to him, “We can figure anything out, fix any problem together, as long as you talk to me.”

When they finished in the shower sometime later, they were solid again, and Brawn was determined to keep it that way.

 

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