"I didn't ask you why!" Marcellus stepped dangerously close to Yuè. "You said no trouble. And here you are disobeying my rules."
The nails on his fingers extended into sharpened claws and he grabbed for the shorter male only for Emery to grab his wrist. "He speaks a lie. I decided to bring him out. He said the waters heal them. His arm feels much better now."
Marcellus' hateful crimson eyes remained locked on Yuè from over the top of Emery's head.
"Leave. The western tribe must be greeted." He finally said while snatching his hand free.
Emery nodded and went ahead, leaving them behind.
"Come." Said Marcellus, following the path in which they came.
Yuè followed behind him after one last look at Emery's retreating back, biting his lip in uncertainty. "You do not have to be so hostile. We did not go far and Emery was only trying to help my arm heal faster. Is that not what you want? For me to be gone sooner?"
His brows lowered over his eyes at the man's broad back. Just because he was a beast did not mean he could not have manners.
Marcellus turned around so fast he was a whirlwind of colors, his hand wrapped around Yuè's throat and held him inches above the ground. "If I tell you to do something it's for your safety and my brothers. You're an unmarked human in wolf territory. We have laws too."
He lowered him and held him where their faces were inches apart. "Or do you want me to mark you, right here, right now in those see through white trousers? Probably not. So, inside you go."
Marcellus let him go.
Yuè gasped, holding his throat as he coughed. "Is it necessary to be such a brute? There is this thing called communication. If you had told me such beforehand, then I would not have gone outside."
He rubbed his throat, glaring. His hair was wet, sticking to his face and chest uncomfortably. He was not once for violence, but he kinda wanted to punch the beast of a man before him. "You speak so casually of marking me, perhaps that is what you want." He snapped.
He huffed, backing away and towards the large manor like home. To think he was stuck with such ill-mannered men.
Marcellus kept walking ahead in silence, and despite it, his rage could be felt like a dark aura around him. "How about I communicate just how much I want your other arm to match the broken one?" He shot back when they finally reached the front of the house. There was chartering beyond the door but they didn't enter.
Instead Marcellus took him around the backside. "Go to your room. Gunter is there guarding your bedroom door. Do not come out. Regardless of your curiosity."
Yuè resisted the urge to stomp his foot, instead opting to cast one more glare at the man before shuffling past him. He did not care for the man's murderous aura. He may have saved Yuè's life and he was grateful, but it was no excuse to be an asshole.
His cheeks puffed air as he made his ways up to the stairs, various voices floating throughout the large home.
He wanted to peek over the banister to see just who they belonged to. He resisted with a shake of his head, shivering as the cold of being wet finally began to set in. Just as Marcellous said, Gunter was standing outside the bedroom that had been given to him.
"You are my babysitter for the evening I suppose." He said to the taller male. "Not going to join the festivitie?"
"Apparently I'm not mature enough." Gunter folded his arms, looking Yuè up and down before smacking him in the balls. "Gotcha!" He laughed, tears pricking his eyes. "Me and my brothers do that all the time. Haha."
Yuè made a strangled noise, a look of scandal on his face as he stumbled away. "I am not your brother. You can't go doing that to just anyone. It is highly inappropriate. You, you pervert!" He hissed. He shoved past Gunter and into the room, slamming the door for good measure. He pressed his back against it, pressing a hand to his face.
He could feel how hot it was and knew that his pale skin was a bright red with his embarrassment.
What was with this house of barbarians? The only one that he'd met so far with any semblance of manners was Emery. With a heavy sigh, he moved from the door, shuckling off his soaking wet pants with a grimace.
Shuffling over to the mahogany dresser tucked in the corner of the room, he pulled open the top drawer, sifting through the folded clothing inside.
He made a little sound of triumph when he came across another pair of cotton trousers and a large sweater, this time a dark gray. He took them over to the bed, seating himself on the edge before using his good arm to slide them on.
A knock came at the door. "Are you really mad about me slapping you in the balls?" Asked Gunter.
Yuè scowled."Yes. It was inappropriate of you to touch me there. We are not so familiar with one another and even if we were, it is not something you should do." He glared at the door, pushing himself back off the bed completely.
"I just wanted someone to play with. They are downstairs having fun and I have to guard a door. That's what me and my brother did when we were younger. How come it isn't okay?" There was a deep huff that followed and he knocked again.
Yuè's scowl softened and he let out a small sigh.
Sliding from the bed, he shuffled over to the door, opening it. He looked up at Gunter, crossing his arms. "It's not okay because when you are older only a very special person that you want to be… intimate with is the only person who should touch you there." He explained delicately.
The nails on his fingers extended into sharpened claws and he grabbed for the shorter male only for Emery to grab his wrist. "He speaks a lie. I decided to bring him out. He said the waters heal them. His arm feels much better now."
Marcellus' hateful crimson eyes remained locked on Yuè from over the top of Emery's head.
"Leave. The western tribe must be greeted." He finally said while snatching his hand free.
Emery nodded and went ahead, leaving them behind.
"Come." Said Marcellus, following the path in which they came.
Yuè followed behind him after one last look at Emery's retreating back, biting his lip in uncertainty. "You do not have to be so hostile. We did not go far and Emery was only trying to help my arm heal faster. Is that not what you want? For me to be gone sooner?"
His brows lowered over his eyes at the man's broad back. Just because he was a beast did not mean he could not have manners.
Marcellus turned around so fast he was a whirlwind of colors, his hand wrapped around Yuè's throat and held him inches above the ground. "If I tell you to do something it's for your safety and my brothers. You're an unmarked human in wolf territory. We have laws too."
He lowered him and held him where their faces were inches apart. "Or do you want me to mark you, right here, right now in those see through white trousers? Probably not. So, inside you go."
Marcellus let him go.
Yuè gasped, holding his throat as he coughed. "Is it necessary to be such a brute? There is this thing called communication. If you had told me such beforehand, then I would not have gone outside."
He rubbed his throat, glaring. His hair was wet, sticking to his face and chest uncomfortably. He was not once for violence, but he kinda wanted to punch the beast of a man before him. "You speak so casually of marking me, perhaps that is what you want." He snapped.
He huffed, backing away and towards the large manor like home. To think he was stuck with such ill-mannered men.
Marcellus kept walking ahead in silence, and despite it, his rage could be felt like a dark aura around him. "How about I communicate just how much I want your other arm to match the broken one?" He shot back when they finally reached the front of the house. There was chartering beyond the door but they didn't enter.
Instead Marcellus took him around the backside. "Go to your room. Gunter is there guarding your bedroom door. Do not come out. Regardless of your curiosity."
Yuè resisted the urge to stomp his foot, instead opting to cast one more glare at the man before shuffling past him. He did not care for the man's murderous aura. He may have saved Yuè's life and he was grateful, but it was no excuse to be an asshole.
His cheeks puffed air as he made his ways up to the stairs, various voices floating throughout the large home.
He wanted to peek over the banister to see just who they belonged to. He resisted with a shake of his head, shivering as the cold of being wet finally began to set in. Just as Marcellous said, Gunter was standing outside the bedroom that had been given to him.
"You are my babysitter for the evening I suppose." He said to the taller male. "Not going to join the festivitie?"
"Apparently I'm not mature enough." Gunter folded his arms, looking Yuè up and down before smacking him in the balls. "Gotcha!" He laughed, tears pricking his eyes. "Me and my brothers do that all the time. Haha."
Yuè made a strangled noise, a look of scandal on his face as he stumbled away. "I am not your brother. You can't go doing that to just anyone. It is highly inappropriate. You, you pervert!" He hissed. He shoved past Gunter and into the room, slamming the door for good measure. He pressed his back against it, pressing a hand to his face.
He could feel how hot it was and knew that his pale skin was a bright red with his embarrassment.
What was with this house of barbarians? The only one that he'd met so far with any semblance of manners was Emery. With a heavy sigh, he moved from the door, shuckling off his soaking wet pants with a grimace.
Shuffling over to the mahogany dresser tucked in the corner of the room, he pulled open the top drawer, sifting through the folded clothing inside.
He made a little sound of triumph when he came across another pair of cotton trousers and a large sweater, this time a dark gray. He took them over to the bed, seating himself on the edge before using his good arm to slide them on.
A knock came at the door. "Are you really mad about me slapping you in the balls?" Asked Gunter.
Yuè scowled."Yes. It was inappropriate of you to touch me there. We are not so familiar with one another and even if we were, it is not something you should do." He glared at the door, pushing himself back off the bed completely.
"I just wanted someone to play with. They are downstairs having fun and I have to guard a door. That's what me and my brother did when we were younger. How come it isn't okay?" There was a deep huff that followed and he knocked again.
Yuè's scowl softened and he let out a small sigh.
Sliding from the bed, he shuffled over to the door, opening it. He looked up at Gunter, crossing his arms. "It's not okay because when you are older only a very special person that you want to be… intimate with is the only person who should touch you there." He explained delicately.
Uncrossing his arms, he placed his hands on his hips. "I will play with you, but only if you promise no more touching places you shouldn't." He wagged his finger at the man, brows lowered over his eyes. "Promise?"
"So you only slap someone's nuts if you like them? But I like you and you still got mad when I only wanted to play." Gunter said back, the pout clear in his deep voice.
Yuè let out a long suffering sigh. "You shouldn't slap anyone's nuts okay." He said, running a hand down his face. "That's not the kind of like that I mean. Listen, when you touch someone's intimate area, it's a special thing okay. Like how when a mother and father touch one another in private because they love each other."
"So because I did that earlier we are mother and father now?" Gunter gasped and wiggled the knob.
"What? No! No, we are not mother and father." Yuè blew a strand of silver hair from his face. "Okay, get in here." He reached forward, pulling Gunter into the room before closing the door. It really was not a discussion to have in the doorway. Just what had they been teaching this poor man?
"Sit." He pointed to the bed, a stern look on his face. "We are going to have a talk about sex because clearly you were never made aware of it." He puffed his cheeks. "Do you know what sex is?"
"No. What is sex and why can't we have it with everyone?" His arms folded across his chest.
Yuè closed his eyes, massaging his temples. From the beginning then. "Sex is when two people love each other in an intimate way. Different from how you love a mother or a brother. This type of love is more… physical."
He couldn't believe that he was explaining this. Yuè was a virgin in all manners of the word. "When they are physical, they touch their intimate parts together for pleasure, because they want to make each other feel good. Or they want to make a baby in the case of a man and a woman."
He grimaced at his own explanation. This was harder than he thought it would be.
"So you can have my baby? From what I did earlier?!" Gunter screeched and the slight chatter they could hear from downstairs simmered down for a moment, then picked back up.
"Shhh!" Yuè rushed over, pressing his hand to Gunter's mouth. "No I will not have your baby as I am not a woman. You cannot impregnate someone with your hand, only your penis. Understand?"
Gunter nodded. "I understand." He muttered before slipping and sliding his tongue all over Yuè's palm.
Yuè jerked his hand away with a scowl of disgust. "Don't go around licking people's palms. The amount of germs on a hand is astounding." He scolded. "Sweet Moon." He sighed, sitting next to Gunter on the bed.
"Listen, when you have sex with your chosen mate, partner, lover. Whenever you choose your life partner. You will use your penis or mouth or hands to please them. Whichever you choose, okay. Just don't do that to random strangers or family."
Gunter leaned forward and gave Yuè a peck on the lips before shooting up from the bed. "When I become eighteen. You will be my mate. Then I will love you and give you my baby, and touch your intimates so you know I love you."
He didn't give Yuè any time to say anything before he started skipping off and shutting the door behind him.
Yuè sat on the bed stunned, eyes wide as he pressed his fingers to his lips. He couldn't even comprehend what had happened and Gunter was already gone. Shaking his head, he numbly climbed back into bed, pulling the blanket over his head.
He would just go to sleep and hope that when he woke up, the world would make sense. Perhaps this was a dream and he would awaken to his father scolding him for falling asleep on the roof again. He could only dream.
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