Well, Dreams Are Valid, Aren’t They?

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[TAMIKO]

Tamiko stared at Gabriel Grealor, the rage in his eyes so evident as he looked at the man who dared to throw around those little facts aimlessly when he had let him believe for years that he was the outcast. 

Gabe had fucked with him more than once and now here he was doing it again.

"Y'know, I am my father's son. Your time is up, little Grealor. And since you won't kill your father, you leave me no option," Tamiko said coldly, before he whipped out his sword, looked at Alpha Ashton and then swung at the Alpha, slicing Ashton's legs and rendering him legless.

[A/N: I tried to think of a better way lmao but here we are… I don't know how else to describe someone who just had his lower limbs cut off :( help ^-^]

The alpha's screams filled the air, as Tamiko watched Gabe struggle to remove his hand from his father's chest. It was an agonizing sight, but the young Lycan was done waiting. If they wanted to come at him, then they were free to do so. He would be at his shelter.

"Congratulations on becoming the reigning Grealor alpha, Gabriel. Just so you know where you stand with me. I won't reject you until I'm done with you. You also can't reject me because you don't know who I am.

"Well, you do, but I don't know the version of my history that you know. So good luck, little mate. Take good care of your father, you might need him before he bites the dust. See you later, hmm?" Tamiko said with a smile as he walked to his shelter.

He could hear the curses, the groans, the people who were screaming for help and honestly, he just didn't care anymore. He had promised Gabriel a lifetime of suffering and he would do it, come hell or high water.

This was his turn.

"Kosta…" Tamiko called out carefully when he reached his shelter. He knew what he had done wasn't pleasing but he hoped Kosta would understand. He hoped that the Lycan would know that it wasn't out of spite and that he cared for their bond.

Tamiko had been expecting to find a pissed-off Kosta or even that he had left and gone back to Kawai. His constant leaving had been something Tamiko never wanted to get used to, but the universe wasn't all rosy.

"He left?" Tamiko whispered as he looked around, no scent of his mate was there. It was like he had been alone in this house for the longest time. Maybe he was losing his mind, just like he was losing himself. But was this his punishment?

Sighing, the young Lycan sat on one of the couches. Everything felt so empty without Kosta. He had looked all over and hadn't seen any sign of the Lycan chief and that scared him.

Then again after the little show, Tamiko shouldn't have expected Kosta to be happy with him. But was that enough for the Lycan chief to abandon him here? Would Tamiko even go back to Kawai? And even if he did, what was he going for?

A father who didn't know him?

An uncle who probably wasn't even sure he was the heir to the kingdom?

A group of Lycans who didn't know him well enough to accept him?

He had nothing and once again he was bound to Grealor, the same Grealor that he had already fucked up. Maybe the concept of home was always going to evade him, just like his youth had faded while he was busy slaving away.

"Oh, you're home. You're right on time dusha… Are you hungry? I prepared something for you. I don't want to burn the house down since I'm not a good cook, and this may be terrible, but it could have been worse… 

"At least it looks edible, so that should count for something…" Kosta trailed off as he rushed into Tamiko's kitchen to make sure everything was set. He had spent the past hour looking for supplies and food so this wasn't terrible as much.

"I—" Tamiko began, unsure of what he needed to say. He was already thinking that Kosta had left, and his brain had already formulated excuses to validate the Lycan chief's decision, when in fact, the chief hadn't left.

"Thought I left? Come now love, that little show you put out there was good really. Though the next time I would appreciate it if it's my cock your hands wrap around sweetheart. Come, let's eat," Kosta said casually and Tamiko choked on air.

For someone who had been so brave barely a few minutes ago, he suddenly had a mushy brain and couldn't think of anything other than his hands around Kosta's girth. 

He had never thought about it, and yet as he looked at Kosta, he could already imagine how big Igor was, and how he would use it in Tamiko's hands. He was thinking of how long the barbarian's shaft would be and how good it would be for him to play with.

"What?" Tamiko let out as he looked at Kosta.

"Come on baby. As much as the idea of you fucking me senseless is a great turn-on right now, we are both hungry, and need real food. Actual food. Also, I need you to keep in mind that I'm not leaving your side, ever," Kosta said, taming the tongue Lycan choke again.

This time, Kosta rushed to his side, and patted his back gently, while Tamiko was looking everywhere but at the Lucyna chief. Did that mean Kosta was a bottom, fuck it, what was he even thinking?

And the way Kosta had casually mentioned that, was driving him insane, more than the fact that breathing Kosta's scent was making him feel a lot of things that he hadn't thought possible. Perhaps he really was scared this time.

"Ah… Food. Yes, food. I'm hungry… I think we need food… y'know, to eat," Tamiko marbled and the Lycan chief just chuckled as he looked at his erasthai. So many thoughts were running around Tamiko's head and Kosta could see that.

So, he gently cupped Tamiko's face with his hands, turning the young Lycan towards him, making sure their faces were barely inches from each other, breathing each other in, before he went in for a kiss.

It was not a desperate kiss, but the kind that could tell Tamiko that Kosta wasn't leaving again. He was reassuring the young Lycan and that was something Tamiko needed more than even the food itself.

Granted, he was hungry, but his life would be pointless if he lost the barbarian again. He was, after all, the Lycan prince's mate.

"You're right, dusha. We should eat," Kosta said when he broke the kiss, staring at a panting Tamiko who was sure that his brains had officially stopped working on its own and he needed to press rest or whatever.

Kosta trailed his hands down the young Lycan's chest, before he settled right above his pants, and gently pulled the band of Tamiko's pants, and dipped his hands like he was looking for something. 

"Kosta… I—" Tamiko tried, but he wasn't sure if he was speaking the words clearly or if he was hallucinating at the moment.

"Shhh… Let me, baby," the Lycan chief said, as he gently lifted Tamiko's butt, just enough to pull the young prince's pants down, forcing the young prince's long shaft to spring out, right into his waiting hand.

"So huge and pretty, just for me," Kosta whispered lustfully, as he marveled at the sight.

"Mine," Kosta growled, and before Tamiko could say anything, he felt warm lips on his shaft.

This had to be a dream, right?