You Didn't Make the Naughty List

Chimera held the pearlescent man in his embrace until his heartrate stilled. He could very well have been asleep, but the king was not. His neck was still draped over the pale wolf's neck and shoulders and his own breathing was slow, so it may have seemed as though he slept, but his mismatched gaze was open to paper thin slits. He was comfortable, but he wasn't quite ready to drift back to sleep just yet. There were too many things going on in his mind.

If something did develop between himself and this man, what would that mean for the women in his life? Would they be upset? Would they think less of him or judge him for it? Would it matter? Yes... it would. He wouldn't throw what he'd created away for some base desire. He had more than any wolf had the right to ask for already and he shouldn't be so greedy, but... he wanted to be.

A soft voice pulled Chimera from his thoughts and his pale pink eye slanted downwards, catching the edge of the pale brute's mouth as he spoke. It was surprising that Chimera would have been the one to deliver him from a nightmare. Many had seen him as the nightmare, not as the savior. "Life is a nightmare," he informed the man in equally soft tones. They were so close that neither of them had to speak in much more than a whisper. "Serve me with all that you are. Give yourself to me completely and I'll always protect you from the nightmares of the world." It was his duty as king to protect that which was his and Erystotle surely was his.

"Speech"