Puzzle Piece

All alone in the quiet stillness of the night, tucked away in the privacy of his personal alcove, the twins were living in their own little world. There was nothing else that existed in this moment for the lovestruck Saracyn. There was no pack, no other wolves or world just outside, there were no parents sleeping soundly just down the tunnels from them who could wake up and catch them in the act. Nothing but Avacyn. She was all that existed to Sara, her and her alone. She enthralled him, captured his every sense, haunted his every thought. Everything about his violet nebulous twin was perfect—utterly and totally perfect. She made him feel emotions and sensations that were foreign and new to the yearling, emotions and sensations that he had little doubt she was experiencing along with him. And judging by her reactions, she was loving them as much as he was. Her every quiver, shiver, and shift of her body was felt and received. Her paws gripping at his scruff caused his own to flex and grip at her hip. Sara never wanted to let Ava go in this moment.

Deep down, primal instincts were awakening for the first time, driving the young male to cling possessively to the fae sharing his bed with him tonight. The fact that they were twins had no bearing on the matter—if anything, it amplified his emotions, just as the dark amplified his senses while he savored and enjoyed this moment of blissful passion with his sister. Everything about this moment felt romantic, raw, and right. The heat simmering low in his belly began to seep its way through every fiber of his being, searing him alive from the inside out and intensifying anywhere their bodies touched. But it still wasn't enough for Saracyn. He still needed Avacyn closer, tighter, more his. These feelings that had begun that night beneath the auroras had grown stronger every time they kissed and every night they spent together since, culminating in this tempestuous roiling magma core burning up inside of his body and soul. Their actions were unpracticed, inexperienced and messy, but it was so quintessentially them, and getting to share and learn with Avacyn as they went was one of his favorite things about this relationship they were forging together. They would learn how to do these things together, learn what the other liked, learn how to perfect it so he could keep hearing more of those lovely little whines she made or feel her press herself all up on him like she was doing.

Amidst their making out, Saracyn felt Ava shift her lower body closer to his, lifting her hind leg to fold it over his hip and hook behind his own leg, draping herself around him like a silk sheet. The contact brought their bodies as close as physically possible, gently tugging his lower half into hers so he was nearly settled between her warm, silken thighs. Sara groaned again in response, the deep guttural sound of feral bliss rumbling in his chest while he luxuriated in Avacyn's presence. His large paw on her hip grew bolder, moving on instinct to curl around to the small of her back, then slowly followed the curve of her body down until he was holding her by her shapely rump just above her tail. White-tipped toes flexed over her flesh, kneading tenderly into her supple muscles while he cradled his love like that with her hips pressing into his in ways that made him feel strange and hungry like he never had before. Together they created a quiet symphony of muffled sounds of pleasure together, her whines and his groans along with the subtle shifting of bodies atop the fur bed while they got completely lost in one another.

Avacyn was such a heady experience that Saracyn didn't realize how long it had been since he'd taken a breath until Ava broke their kiss and his lungs burned with that first breath of fresh air, the yearling gasping for oxygen along with her. Cool-toned eyes flickered open, gazing at his twin though half-lidded eyes to notice the same thing she did: their matching markings glowing more intensely in the dark, so much so that he could see Ava's gorgeous onyx irises clear as day. There was no logical part of Saracyn's brain still functioning at this point, so he simply took the brighter glow of their marking to be a part of the love they were discovering together, the thought bringing a smile to the young brute's lips. It was like a physical representation of the bonds they were building, just as their souls were tethered together, and it only served to further reinforce in his mind that this was how things were meant to be. Him and Avacyn—always him and Avacyn. He felt his twin's paw move from his neck to stroke up over his cheek, tracing his marking on the left side of his face so gently it made his skin and fur tingle. He was gazing into her eyes, losing himself again when she professed her love for him, so she would see every millisecond of stunned shock that crossed his face, followed immediately by warm love and unrestrained joy in his cerulean gaze. His heart raced when he heard those words, his marking giving off an extra bright shine for a moment while he replied, "I love you too."

And he did. Oh, how he did! Saracyn loved Avacyn more than any other wolf in the world. More than his family. More than himself. He loved Avacyn with everything he was and everything he had. For her, he would have gladly been culled so that she may live. He would have fought the world to the bitter end if she needed it to be done. For Ava, he would build temples and tear down empires. He would plant forests and move mountains. For her, he would do anything. The light kiss she placed at the end of his nose made the usually brooding adolescent grin wide with so much happiness that his tail began to quiver in its entwined hold with hers, unable to wag but unable to keep still either. "I love you so much, Avacyn. I want to keep loving you for the rest of our lives and forever, and nothing's going to stop me from doing that for you." Sara knew the lessons that Manea had taught to them both from a young age. He knew about finding his soulmate—but maybe he already had. Their mother had told them that siblings could never be soulmates... but they weren't just siblings. They were twins, unique beings blessed with an Ancient soul apiece. What if their unique situation made them a unique exception? That had to be the case, because Saracyn could only believe that he'd ever feel this way for Avacyn. They were meant to be together, with her leading the Mendacium family one day, and him at her side as her mate. That's why he'd been made and allowed to live, why they were twins with their own souls—so he could be hers forever.

"Saracyn Mendacium"