(This is a continuation of the previous chapter. This chapter will include very detailed sex. If you are not comfortable with this please skip. The next chapter will still make sense! If you choose to read, I hope you enjoy!)

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"We should get back soon." Cyrus clears his throat.

"What are you talking about? It's only been like twenty minutes."

"Yeah, but, what if Drake already noticed we're missing?"

Lance thinks, "Well, if he woke up and checked the cameras, it would be too dark to tell that those pillows under the blanket weren't us, right? Don't worry so much, cutie. We still have plenty of time left together, there's no point to spend it worrying."

Cyrus sighs, "You're right, I'm sorry. I can't help it."

"It's alright. As long as you're finished crying."

Cyrus brushes the skin underneath his eyes. It was still puffy. He couldn't help but cry earlier. He held all of his emotions in for so long, they all came bursting out in the form of tears. His frustration, his worries, his sorrow. He was relieved now, to get this weight lifted off his chest. With Lance's reassuring words, he had calmed down considerably.

Now that he wasn't so focused on his own thoughts, the bustling thoughts of his wolf greeted him like the slamming of a door in his face. When Lance had told Cyrus just how much he cared for him, of what he was willing to sacrifice just for him - his wolf could barely contain his excitement. He could barely contain his own feelings of happiness, and his wolf only increased those feelings tremendously. If Cyrus was happy, then his wolf was ecstatic. And Cyrus could barely contain these feelings of pure joy as he struggled to keep his wolf under control.

"Are you alright?" Lance asked when he noticed Cyrus's face growing red.

"Mate. Now." His wolf growled impatiently.

Cyrus shuddered as Lance's hand was placed on his shoudler, and in that small moment of weakness his wolf took control, pouncing on Lance. Cyrus pinned Lance's hands over his head. He breathed heavily as he looked down at the surprised Lance. Cyrus's brows furrowed as he regained control over his body, the grip on Lance's hands softening,

"Ah, sorry."

A slight blush grazes Lance's cheeks as he stares up at Cyrus who towers over him. He smiles tantalizingly, tilting his head to catch Cyrus's wandering gaze. Cyrus swallows the lump in his throat as his wolf continues to fight for control.

He pulls himself off of Lance and jumps into the pond, feeling the need to cool off. The water envelops him, cooling his skin. He stays under the water for a moment, scared to surface. The second he caught a whiff of Lance's scent, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist. Though, was it really a bad thing to resist? At this point nothing was holding him back. He knew he loved Lance, and Lance loved him. He knew he wanted Lance, and Lance wanted him. He surfaced, only a fraction of his head peeking out from the water. He found Lance sitting on the ledge, watching him with an amused smirk. Okay... you win. He told his wolf, but we're doing this my way.

His wolf gave him enough confidence to stand up straight in the pond. The water dripped down his face and his clothes clung to his skin. Lance's smirk disappeared as Cyrus began to slowly strip, throwing his wet clothes onto the grass. He shyly covered himself with his hands and sunk a little lower into the pond to cover his more private parts. His vulnerable gaze met Lance's and his cheeks burned.

Cyrus found it very hard to keep his wolf from taking total control, but he wanted this moment to be special. He didn't want to attack Lance like an animal. If he was going to give himself to Lance... then he truly wanted to give himself over to him. That didn't stop him from covering himself or blushing from pure embarrassment. After all, he's never been with anyone in this way before. He was a virgin, through and through.

Lance's gaze was very heated as he studied Cyrus. He slowly stood from his spot and walked down towards the pond, all the while taking off his clothes. He left a trail of clothing behind him and maintained eye contact with the flustered Cyrus. Cyrus looked away when he slid off his boxers and stepped into the pond. The water sloshed around his body as he got closer and closer to Cyrus. He stopped only a fingers length away from him. Cyrus shivered from the warmth, still keeping his eyes away from the man in front of him. Lance bent down to Cyrus's height,  frowning when he noticed Cyrus's trembling frame. He leaned forward to place his forehead onto Cyrus's open shoudler. He didn't make a move, he simply waited for Cyrus to make a move of his own.

Cyrus slowly moved his gaze back towards Lance. He lifted his trembling hands out of the water and let them settle on Lance's firm chest. He felt his fast beating heart under his hand and bit down on his lip. He slowly slid his hands up his smooth skin until they settled at the base of his jaw. He moved Lance's face towards his own and the pair made eye contact. Lance studied his vulnerable expression with a furrowed brow, before his eyes flickered shut as he leaned his forehead against Cyrus's.

"Ethan," Lance's lips parted, his breath warmed Cyrus's cool cheeks, "I've been waiting a long time for this moment."

Cyrus smiled, tracing Lance's jaw with his thumbs, "Me, too."

Lance's eyes fluttered open and he leaned forward, letting his lips brush Cyrus's. He kissed him gently, placing his hands on Cyrus's lower back and pulling him closer. Cyrus's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the kiss deepened. His hands griped Lance's hair as his hot tongue met his own, and the pair became more and more desperate for the other's touch. The pair soon pulled away from each other, breathing heavily.

Cyrus gasps when Lance grips his thighs and lifts him up. Cyrus places his hands on Lance's shoulders to steady himself, and his heart skips a beat when he finds the bright smile on Lance's face as he looks up at him. Cyrus returns the smile before Lance hugs him tightly and dives into the water. The pair separate and Cyrus's eyes squint open, finding Lance through the mist of bubbles. His hair looked so soft in the water. When bubbles escaped from Lance's mouth, it reminded Cyrus that he was a living being and not a siren luring him with his indescribable beauty. Cyrus reaches towards him and Lance swims into his arms. Lance places his hands on his waist and lifts him up out of the water. Cyrus takes a deep breath of air whilst Lance shakes his head, sending droplets of water flying every which way.

Cyrus holds his head to prevent him from slapping him in the face anymore with his long wet hair, "Stop that!"

"Sorry," he laughs, "Bad habit."

Cyrus shakes his head dismissively. A moment of silence passes, "Now what?"

Lance smiles mischievously, "I was waiting for you to pounce on me again. I kind of enjoyed that."

"Oh, you want to be the bottom that bad, do you?"

As soon as those words escape his lips Lance lifts him up and walks him over to the edge of the pond. Cyrus is silent as Lance lays him down on the damp grass, his legs still emerged in the water. Lance crawls on top of him, water dripping down off the edges of his hair and onto Cyrus's face.

Lance's heated eyes scan his mate's naked amber body before finally settling on his lips. He smirks, "Like I said before, I'm gonna fight you for it."

That line sent a shiver down his spine... and elsewhere. His wolf, however, growled in defiance. He certainly didn't like being dominated. Cyrus struggled to keep control, no matter how much he wanted to reverse this situation and see Lance underneath him. He enjoyed seeing Lance a flustered mess, enjoyed teasing him, and especially enjoyed touching him. The memory of Lance moaning his name came crashing into mind. And that was enough to get him as hard as a rock.

"What are you thinking about?" Lance grinned.

Cyrus locked eyes with Lance, and they sparkled with desire. Lance noticed this and his grin settled into a straight line. Cyrus slowly opened his legs, now directing Lance's attention elsewhere.

"You."

Lance's hands ball into fists at the side of Cyrus's head. His brows furrow, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't think I've been more sure about anything before."

Lance looks back up at Cyrus, "I'll try to be gentle. Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?"

Cyrus nods and Lance slowly takes one of his fingers and wraps his mouth around it, suckling it. He takes it out as it drips with his own saliva and teases Cyrus's ass.

He gasps at the warm contact, "W-What are you doing?"

"Don't worry," Lance smirks, "I did my research."

He then sticks his wet finger into Cyrus's hole, loosening it. Cyrus's legs grow limp when Lance continues to add more and more fingers. His lower body grows numb from the pleasure and Cyrus bites down on his bottom lip to refrain from moaning. The feeling of Lance's hot fingers inside of him, of his fingers caressing his inner walls... it felt so good. His touch was intoxicating. Cyrus couldn't help but lean his body into Lance's moving fingers, trying to capture more of this indescribable pleasure. This body had been waiting a very long time to be touched. Cyrus could already feel his member leaking.

After a minute or two Lance pulls out his fingers and positions his own hard member at the base of Cyrus's ass. He casts a hesitant glance down at his mate, asking once more if this is alright, and Cyrus nods firmly. Cyrus bits down hard on his lip when he feels the pressure as Lance slowly slips inside. Too big! He gasps as Lance leans down and begins to suckle his neck. His warm tongue glides against his skin and Cyrus shudders, gripping Lance's hair in an effort to withstand the pleasurable pain.

"Are you okay?" Lance breathes, clearly struggling to contain his own wolf.

Cyrus nods feverishly and Lance begins to move back and forth. Cyrus bits his lip to refrain from gasping again. It wasn't that bad. Lance was slow and sensual. It didn't hurt like it did at first. Cyrus was grateful for him. He knew how much Lance was holding back right now, for his sake. And this, it felt much better than the fingers. He could physically feel Lance's hot member throbbing inside of him. With each thrust the pain turned more and more into pleasure; and with Lance's lips suckling his neck he couldn't help but moan.

At the sound of his mate's moans in his ear, Lance thrusted harder, barely keeping his wolf at bay. Cyrus moaned even louder, and arched his back hoping to allow for a deeper space for Lance to squeeze into. Lance soon reached his sweet spot and Cyrus couldn't help but cum onto Lance's open stomach, trembling. Lance growled into his ear and lost all control over his wolf, thrusting faster and faster. Cyrus wrapped his arms around Lance and accepted the pleasure; wanting to experience that ethereal high once more. Lance muttered under his breath with each thrust, and soon he came deep within Cyrus. Cyrus's ass clenched hard around Lance's member as a hot warmth filled his stomach and coated his entire body with goosebumps.

Lance breathes heavily as he pulls his twitching member out of Cyrus, leaving nothing but a gaping whole as the aftermath. Lance wipes the drool from his mouth as he watches his cum seep out of his mate. Cyrus guides his own hand down his stomach and slathers his hand in the warm substance, bringing it back up towards his mouth and tasting it with his tongue. It was salty, and disgusting. But from the heated look in Lance's eyes as he watched him, Cyrus couldn't help but run his tongue over the entirety of his hand, licking it clean. Cyrus reached for Lance's neck and pulled him closer, devouring his lips. Cyrus made sure Lance got a taste of his own cum, suckling his tongue and running it against the ceiling of his mouth. Lance's hands traveled down his body and began to play with his nipple, while his other hand kept himself balancing upright. The two couldn't get enough of each other. Cyrus had lost control of his wolf a long time ago, giving into the pleasure.

His wolf still demanded dominance, however, and flipped Lance over, managing to keep their liplock intact. Soon Cyrus was the one towering over Lance, pinning him to the ground. Cyrus grinned as he wiped the drool from Lance's mouth, licking it afterwards. It was so sweet. Cyrus searched to devour more of his mate, and traveled further down until he was met with Lance's still throbbing member. Cyrus bent down and gripped it with one of his hands, looking up to make eye contact with Lance who was watching him intensely. Cyrus grinned and ran his tongue up and down the length of Lance's member, collecting the residue of his cum with his tongue. Lance's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Cyrus continued to lick him clean. Cyrus's tongue teased the end of his member and Lance groaned, covering his face with his hand.

Clearly, he enjoyed this. Just like with his mate, this was the first time he had ever been touched like this, and the first time he had ever experienced pleasure like this. He had read online what sex would be like with your mate, but it never compared to how it was in person. He felt like he was floating; and that these sweet hands belonged to that of an angel.

When Cyrus removed his tongue from Lance's member, Lance opened his eyes, wondering why he had stopped. He watched as Cyrus ran his hands very slowly up and down his member, continuing to tease him, "Say my name."

Lance was desperate to be floating in paradise once more, so his lips parted quickly to say his lovers name, "Ethan."

Cyrus gave him exactly what he wanted and devoured his member in its entirety. Lance's member rubbed against the walls of Cyrus's throat as he pumped him faster and faster.

Lance drew in a quick inhale of breath, "Fuck, Ethan!"

From the raw intense pleasure Lance came, coating Cyrus's throat with his thick icing. Cyrus swallowed every last bit, sucking Lance dry until there was nothing left. He pulled his mouth away, a string of saliva left from the contact. Lance breathed heavily, his vision blurred. Cyrus wiped the corners of his mouth, swallowing hard.

"Ethan-" Lance started, but Cyrus quickly turned him around until he was laying on his stomach. Ethan placed a hand on his back, arching his back so his ass was vulnerable, and then harshly shoved his head into the damp grass. Lance's movements were restricted as Cyrus had him held down, using all of his strength. Even Lance, the Alpha, had no chance against this much raw strength. Clearly, Cyrus wasn't done with Lance yet. His own needs haven't been fulfilled. Now, it was his turn to leave Lance a flustered mess.

Cyrus positioned his member at the entrance of Lance's hole and didn't hesitate to shove it inside. Lance gasped from the sudden entry. Cyrus's wolf wasn't gentle in the slightest. He took what he wanted without hesitation. And the one thing he wanted more than anything in this world, was his mate. He waited a very long time for this moment; so he was impatient and rough with his thrusts. The sound of Lance's whimpers, his moans, and slapping of skin only made Cyrus dig his nails deeper into Lance's skin as he shoved him farther into the ground. Cyrus ran his nails against Lance's arched back, leaving a trail of crimson scratches. Cyrus guided his hand to the front of Lance's throat and pulled him off the ground, his lips grazing his ear as he abruptly stopped. He ran a tongue across the back Lance's ear.

"Please," Lance urged.

"Please what?" Cyrus asked with a grin.

"Don't stop," Lance begged, "Please... Ethan."

Cyrus turned Lance around and sat him on his lap, his member digging deeper into Lance. Lance gripped Cyrus's shoulders, wincing. Cyrus slid his hands up Lance's smooth skin, keeping him in place. Cyrus didn't make a single move, only looked up at Lance with an sly grin.

"Well... go on."

Lance grimaced, but he couldn't help but start to move up and down again. This time, he was in total control. At first he went slow, riding Cyrus at a steady pace. He leaned his forehead against his mate's, and the two exchanged air.

For a moment, Cyrus regained control of his body. This intense scene had progressed into something Ethan desired. Something he craved more than the touch; the spark. With the two of them together like this, Ethan had forgotten entirely that he was trapped within this body. He was with Lance as himself, body and soul. And that made him extremely happy.

'Finally... we're connected.' A voice echoed within his head. It was followed by a laugh; but it didn't belong to his wolf, or Sai. It was...

"Lance?" Cyrus breathes. He watched in awe as Lance talked without opening his mouth, "How-?"

'The link, it worked.' Lance's eyes wrinkled, 'Just when I had thought you were rejecting me.'

"So this is the link... I can hear you so clearly."

"Shh..." Lance brings his finger up to Cyrus's lips, shushing him. He lays Cyrus down onto the ground, still on top of him. 'No more talking. I'm in your head now.'

In my head?

'Yes.'

This is so strange. It's just like what Etna told me would happen. But how is something like this possible?

'Hey, don't think about other things when you're with me. I get jealous, so just focus on me. I'm not done with you.' Lance continues to move up and down, leaning forward to capture Cyrus's lips. The pair entangle tongues and Cyrus moans from the warmth enveloping his mouth. 'You like my kisses? Noted.'

H-How did you know?

'I'm in your head, remember?' Lance smiled against the kiss.

Ugh... stop that.

'I don't want to, and you don't want me to either.' Lance's hands play with his nipple, and he rides him faster and faster. Cyrus is inclined to take another inhale of breath, but Lance still holds his lips captive. The kiss becomes more and more passionate as Lance becomes faster. So warm. It feels too good. I can't... hold on... Lance releases his lips and Cyrus takes a deep breath. He keeps his eyes shut, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. He feels the heated gaze of Lance upon his face. Please... don't look at me.

'You're beautiful.'

His eyes snap open, and Lance's amber eyes gaze into his own. The gold reaches out of his eyes and cradles him. Suddenly, it is just the two of them, in a world of their own. They share the same feelings as they both reach their climax; the world around them imploding with color and warmth.

Lance flips over onto the ground next to Cyrus. They both breathe heavily, staring up at the midnight sky. The black of the night is struck with a vivid color of blue. And if they looked hard enough, perhaps they would find a star born only moments ago.

"That was..."

"Beautiful." Lance finishes.

Cyrus laughs, his vibrant voice carried by the wind. Lance tilts his head, smiling, "Well, I guess we both like it."

"Like what?"

"Being the bottom."