Gifts and Suspicions
New in the Night
Gift and Suspicions
Acheron just stared at the ‘man’ that held his eyes. Now that the mortals were out of the way, he could think about putting Stryker in his place and not on protecting others. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and the Daimon flinched a little. Apparently it wasn’t a nice smile. He could live with that. Acheron took a last look around to make sure nothing was around, and then jumped at Stryker, his foot catching him directly on the cheek, breaking the skin and letting blood flow.
The Powers That Be looking down on the world stopped on a particular lifeline, noticing the balance in the mortal’s life. What had once been even and straight was now curving toward despair and madness. Such an imbalance, and the fact that gods were now fighting over the little mortal, let them gain access to this one’s life. For them to change things, for the better.
Tori hissed as a pain he had known before gripped his hand. He held it up and his eyes grew wide. A pattern was appearing on the back of his right hand, delicate even in its intricacy. He blew gently on the appendage to lessen the pain, though it did no good, before slowly looking at the man beside him. Tori reached out slowly, took Xander’s own hand in his and looked at he back. An identical pattern had appeared there.
“Oh, gods.” Tori sighed softly, wondering how he was going to tell this sleeping human that they were mates, and if they ever wanted to have sex again, they had to bond. But the most amazing part of all of this, was that Tori had had a mark before, and she had turned him down…how could such a thing happen again? It was a miracle, a blessing from the gods.
Tori just watched as the light fell across his mate’s face. The moonlit night playing gently with the man’s hair, the brown gaining a reddish hue. Tori watched, and wondered. So many things didn’t add up with the man. And as he thought about it, Tori didn’t even know his name. Oh, he had heard the others calling the man “Xander”, but from the way he acted, the brunette didn’t think of himself as Xander anymore than he thought of himself as Draco.
The way he had come to his bed was suspicious as well. Without a word, nothing in his eyes to suggest he liked it, or was even a willing participant. So why then did the mark appear? Too many things just didn’t add up this night. But, even so, he knew that he had fallen in love with this man when he had seen him enter the bar two nights ago. And, somehow, Tori knew that all would be well. Someday. Somehow, he would make sure that all went well.
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AN: Talk to me people!!! I am running on dry for ideas. Please help me out!
AN2: Thank you reviewers and all the people who didn't give up on me. Thanks to my beta.