"There's no but." Wes bit his lip. "I just need to get some rest, and I don't know, figure some things out."
"Things like what?" Cellus countered. "You're being dodgy as hell, and I know this isn't what you really want."
"This isn't what I really want?" Wes glared at him. "You don't know a damn thing about me. Don't start drawing conclusions about who I am just because you got to stick your dick in me."
Marcellus’ nod was stiff as he slipped from the bed and started to gather his clothes. Maybe it shouldn't have bothered him, but the way that Wes spoke didn't feel good. He never thought his mate would be so callous towards him. It made him want to leave, retreat, and maybe come back in the future. He bent over to snatch up his boxers when a hand wrapped around his wrist.
"Sorry." Wes glanced up at him, his eyes wet. "That was extremely rude, and I didn't mean to be."
"Well, you were," Marcellus replied harsher than he meant to as he laid his things on the bed and popped his hands onto his hips. "What the hell is going on? You asked me to stay the night, then you begged me to fuck you repeatedly afterwards. Do you remember that?"
Wes nodded quickly. "Y-yes, I remember. I'm sorry." He reached up and touched Marcellus' face. "I didn't mean to be mean, I'm just..."
"What?" Marcellus softened at the remorseful tone that Wes used. "Are you okay?"
"I'm just confused." He looked up at Marcellus, his eyes showing that he was both lost at the moment and worried.
How could Marcellus stay irritated when Wes glanced up at him like that? Those big, dewy eyes held his. Yeah, there was no way in hell he was going to be able to stay upset with Wes, not when he was so adorable.
Marcellus sat down beside him. "Confused about what?"
Wes' hand reached out slowly. He ran it over Marcellus' leg and then laid his head on his knee. Marcellus continued to pet and stroke the omega’s hair as he curled up against him.
"I don't know," Wes whispered. "I've been on my own for so long, and this is... weird."
Marcellus nodded softly. "You're not used to being with anyone else. I get that."
"It's more than that." Wes continued to run a hand up and down his leg. "I haven't even been around my family all that much over the years, you know? They're good people, but I've been so isolated. I'm scared."
"What are you scared of?" he whispered.
Wes shrugged. "Everything. I'm scared that I’ll be labelled as some kind of freak. Or that I'll end up hurting someone. Or... I'll be hunted for being weird!" He sighed. "I don't know. I have a thousand worries, but each one is just more confusing than the next."
"It's okay to be scared." Marcellus lifted his chin and smiled softly. "No one is going to call you a freak, and you aren't going to hurt anyone. As for being hunted?" Marcellus cracked his fingers. "I'd love to see someone try that shit with you. I'd end them."
Wes looked amused, and his lips slowly tugged into a grin. "I don't think I mind this side of you so much."
"What side?"
"The possessive and protective side." He grinned.
Marcellus chuckled. "Then be prepared to be amazed because it's not going anywhere." He ran a hand over Wes' cheek. "How about I go make us some breakfast?" Marcellus picked up Wes' phone from the floor and handed it to him. "Stay here and relax."
Wes leaned against the headboard. "Are you sure? I feel a little bad being completely useless like this."
"Don't worry about a thing. I'm going to get us some food, and we can talk about whatever you want when I'm done. Okay?"
Wes smiled softly. "Okay."
Marcellus leaned down. He tilted Wes' head up and placed a lingering kiss on his lips before he turned and walked out of the bedroom. He felt comfortable being naked in Wes' house. After all, that was his mate.
He padded down to the kitchen and peered inside of the fridge and was surprised to find that Wes actually kept it well-stocked. Marcellus pushed around until he found the perfect breakfast things. First, he started up the kettle so they could have some tea, and then he opened up the can of beans and popped bread into the toaster.
It felt right, cooking for Wes. And taking care of him? It felt like heaven. All he wanted to do was take him back home and do it for him every day. Marcellus finished making their breakfast and threw a few slices of bacon in as well. Once it was all done, he carried two big plates into the bedroom. Wes glanced up from his phone and hummed happily.
"That smells delicious." He sat his phone on the nightstand. "What did you make?"
"Beans on toast with cheese, and there's also bacon." He placed their plates on the bed. "Hold on, I'm going to grab our tea. How do you take yours?"
