“Shut up and fuck me,” Star grunted.
They’d been on set for roughly one month, and they were filming the first intimate scene. There were only a few people on set. They'd shot just about every scene for at least three episodes, but Anubis had wanted to leave the bedroom scene for last. Before he and Anubis became mates, Star wouldn't have cared with whom he did a scene like this. But now that they were together, he had to think about the projects he took from now on seriously. He would feel weird having another man kiss and touch him all over. Not to mention how it would make him feel to see Anubis kissing or loving another person.
“You can't do any scenes like this with anyone else,” Star whispered in Anubis's ear, not caring that he was breaking character.
Anubis lifted his head and stared into Star's eyes. He didn't speak but smiled, bending down to lick Star's chest.
They had done a good job at keeping their relationship a secret from the crew and were having fun sneaking off into dark corners or empty rooms, making out and doing a little more. Star guessed that even if the cast and crew knew what they were up to, no one would question them, especially Anubis, since he was the director and executive producer.
“I won't if you give me another taste of your sweet lips,” he said cheekily and still in character, ad libbing the words.
Star narrowed his eyes at him, and just as Anubis was going to move up to kiss his mouth, Star yelled, “Cut,” and pushed his lover away.
“You're not the director. You can't stop a scene,” Anubis said, sitting up on his knees, holding back his laughter behind a smirk.
Star turned and glared at his lover, who was content with teasing him a few minutes ago. “Well, tough,” he growled, kicking hard, trying to dislodge his legs that had somehow gotten trapped in the sheets.
“Ah, baby boy, don't be mad. Come here,” Anubis said, grabbing and pulling him to his chest.
“Let me go, you asshole.” Star pushed at Anubis's chest, but the other man didn't budge. “I'm mad at you.”
“I've been letting you skate by, but lately, you've been acting really bratty,” he said, quirking a brow. “It's been a while since you got a good spanking. Is that what you're aiming for?”
Star paused his struggle and had to think back. Anubis was right. Even though they had a lot of sweet sexy times, he had been getting annoyed and testing Anubis's limits over the silliest things and then feeling bad about it afterward, but this time was different.
“If I didn't know any better, I’d think you were pregnant.” Anubis laughed.
“Stop talking nonsense,” Star huffed. Granted, they didn’t use protection, but Star was certain he wasn't pregnant.
He'd learned his lesson, researched everything about male pregnancies, and read blogs about the different types of symptoms, so he knew he wasn't with child. He scowled at his lover, got out of bed, grabbed the robe draped over the chair, and shrugged it on, loosely tying it around his waist. They hadn't gotten completely naked for the scene and were wearing boxers. He went to walk away when arms circled around his waist and whispered in his ear.
“You still didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear,” Star said angrily.
“You never have to worry.” He turned Star around, resting his hands on his hips. “Unless we're acting together, I don't plan to do intimate scenes with anyone else.”
“You promise?” Star whispered.
“I do.” Anubis leaned down and kissed him deeply, making him moan and easing his heart.
Their mouths separated, and they stared into each other's eyes. He went to wrap his arms around Anubis's neck, but the other man's arms tightened around his waist, and Star was whirled around and covered by Anubis completely, just as a loud crash was heard.
“Are you okay?” Anubis asked, standing back and checking Star over.
“Just a little shaken up. But what happened?” Star was confused and looked around Anubis, seeing a ruptured electrical cord sparking, with a broken spotlight in the middle of the cord.
“What the fuck?” Star looked around and noticed that he and Anubis were the only two on set. Truthfully, he had forgotten they were on set during his tantrum for a brief minute and wasn't sure when the crew left.
“Stay right here,” Anubis instructed.
He walked over to the mess and inspected it, and Star looked up and saw something move in the scaffolding.
“Hey!” he yelled and started running in that direction, hoping to catch the person before they got away. “Anubis, someone is still here.”
Anubis didn't ask questions and followed Star. In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared and reappeared on the top of the stage, chasing after the assailant. Star stopped running and watched Anubis and the person fight hand to hand. Hoping to help Anubis, Star tried to freeze the person his lover was fighting with, but nothing happened.
Star grabbed his phone to call the police. Still, before he could even dial the three-digit number, his phone fell from his hand when he felt a cold chill pass right through him—followed by the horrid scent of death. Star shivered from the cold and fell to his knees hard but ignored the pain, gasping for breath. His head ached, and his eyes burned as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Star pressed a hand to his stomach, and with the other one, he covered his mouth because he wanted to vomit but held back. The nauseated feeling slowly passed, but the headache remained, and the pain was so bad that Star thought he would pass out. Weakly, Star got up, holding on to the nearest sturdy thing for help, standing on shaky legs. His eyes had cleared a bit, and he looked around the set just in time to see Anubis jump down from the high scaffolding, holding an unconscious figure by the back of their neck.
