Identity Crisis

Fenrir tested the water's temperature with his hand before announcing, "It's ready."

"I don't need a shower…really."

Hyeon stood there in the bathroom, still fully clothed in winter garments from their recent walk outside in the snowstorm. He clutched the necklace in his pocket, a new habit he was developing. Something about the wolf coin Zoe had given him provided a slight sense of peace. "I don't feel cold."

Fenrir felt Hyeon's forehead. "You feel hot because of this fever but your skin is freezing. Get in."

"And if I don't want to?" He knew he was being a smartass.

And the god knew this, too. His amber eyes narrowed at the attitude. "I'll strip you myself and wash you. Nothing more since you're ill. I'd prefer it if you'd listen to me just this once, though."

Hyeon sighed and took off the Viking coat first, followed by his sweater. He was honestly too tired to argue back – perhaps a little delirious from his fever.

What sort of phoenix gets a fever anyway…?

The steam from the shower wafted over Hyeon, making him shiver. His nipples hardened from feeling hot and cold at the same time. He was very aware that Fenrir was still in the bathroom, staring at his exposed chest that reacted to the humid fog.

Seeing this, Hyeon was sort of in the mood do it, getting dirty with this person. Wanting to see how Fenrir would react, he slowly stuck his thumbs into the waistline of his pants and wiggled out of them, letting them fall to the ground. Fenrir had no shame as he continued to watch him undress.

Last but not least was his underwear. Hyeon pulled them down and tossed them aside with his foot. He was as naked as the day he was born. His dick was half hard from being watched. Was he always this perverted? He'd done stuff here that he'd never do out in the real world. It was like the more they had sex, the nastier it became.

And Hyeon was living for it.

Rather than examining the rest of his body, Fenrir looked right into Hyeon's green eyes, a color signifying he was turned on. Their gazes never left each other as Hyeon stepped into the shower, feeling the water drizzle down his skin. Fenrir was completely entranced, breathing heavy from the sexual tension.

"Ek viljþúr," Hyeon said, remembering what he had learned while studying Old Norse from the dictionary in the family tree book. He really hoped his pronunciation was fine. If the book was correct, this meant, I want you.

Fenrir didn't hesitate to enter the shower stall once he heard this, clothes and all. The wet material clung to his skin, showing every outline of his body. The sight should be illegal!

Fenrir, who had hidden his wolf features after returning from their walk, pushed Hyeon against the tiled wall. It was icy on his spine. His senses were out of whack with the warm water, goosebumps spreading on his skin from the cool ceramic behind him, and the boiling hotness churning in his belly.

Fenrir growled, "Hvat gerði þú segða?" (What did you say?)

His eyes were glowing yellow in the center, perhaps stimulated from hearing Hyeon speak his native tongue.

If Hyeon recalled right, Fenrir asked what he said. Maybe.

"Ek segðumk ek viljþúr." (I said I want you.)

"You're not possessed by your phoenix, are you?" referring to when his crazed phoenix spoke Norse during one of his possession episodes.

"Ek'm eigi. Réttr takmikr." (I'm not. Just take me.)

Their lips aggressively met. Hyeon took the initiative and ravaged Fenrir's mouth with his own tongue, feeling the tips of his long canine teeth. A sharp pain made him wince, followed by the taste of iron – Fenrir's wolf fang had accidentally punctured his tongue. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Fenrir stopped for a brief moment, like he was about to ask if he was okay. He inspected Hyeon's minor wound. "You're too sick to be doing this."

This new, docile wolf was puzzling Hyeon. He felt like if this happened months ago, the god wouldn't have cared. If Fenrir had reacted this way back then, Hyeon would've enjoyed being doted on. A loving relationship was something he thought he'd never have in the human realm. But…

But now…

Something snapped inside of Hyeon. His soul was on fire. He was angry. He wasn't satisfied. He wanted to ruin everything.

His inner animal wanted more. Where was the feral beast that had no issues using Hyeon whenever he pleased?

Hyeon shoved Fenrir away, causing him to slip and fall on the shower floor. This sexy as fuck man looked up, about to ask why he did that, but Hyeon was already straddling his legs.

Just feeling a cock rubbing against his ass made him want to moan. Hyeon brushed a finger down his partner's broad chest, wanting to rip this wet shirt off him right now.

Fenrir's dick twitched. "Are you sure this isn't your phoenix?"

Was it? Hyeon didn't think so. The animal wasn't with him at the moment, probably back in that hell hole whenever it disappeared.

Anyway, why all the questions? It was making him peeved. Almost violent. The urge to burn the room consumed his mind. Instead of his animal whispering sweet nothings to fuel his thoughts, Hyeon was doing this to himself.

*Just fuck me already before I destroy this place. Only you can do it.*

He smiled, letting the last of the blood leave his mouth since the cut had already healed. The shower above them washed away the light pink water in the drain. "Nei. Ek'm réttr samrinn gamall Hyeon." (No. I'm just the same old Hyeon.)