I Scored Myself A Mate

Mark watched from afar how Mikael was getting his stuff ready. He had a black suitcase placed on top of his bed and messily stuffed his clothes inside. His torso was exposed and wrapped with bandages in a very neat way. A bloody patch was eminent at one side of his chest and as he ducked slightly to grab a shirt he frowned touching the place his wound was. 

Without thinking about it mark entered the lonely bedroom and approached him confidently taking the shirt from his hand. For one second Mikael seemed surprised that he had decided to return back, but as he watched the red head empty his luggage and fold one by one the clothes neatly he smiled and rested on the bed, while looking at his cute face. 

"You don't seem too eager to stop me from doing your job" Mark commented and the blond boy smiled. 

"I guess this is the last time you will be doing something for me. I want a bit more time" Mikael told him honestly and mark stopped moving, his eyes stuck on the top of the suitcase. 

The last time. Was this really what it was? Their last meeting, their last words? Where would Mikael go and what would he been doing from now on? Maybe see someone else. Or even better find his true mate, they were probably somewhere out there. 

"Well at least now that you are all leaving I won't have to see that Markus guy anymore." Mark mumbled trying desperately to avoid the conversation about them. He didn't want to confront his feelings once more. It was possible that this time he would bent and maybe tell him he wanted him, something he was well aware that would be destructive. 

"Why did he do something to you?" Mikael asked him, confused. 

"Every time he sees me he starts sniffing me and this time he asked about my hair" mark explained and instinctively moved his hair away from his forehead before he returned to folding the shirts once more. Mikael stayed quiet for a while examining this little information but he didn't seem to know or suspect why something like that was happening. He let out a sigh and gave mark a bitter smile.

"My people are weird, aren't they?"

"Not only weird. Murderous, uncontrollable, hot blooded, vengeful, annoying, liars, stupid" Mark began saying and he could keep going on and on. He had a very big list with negative adjectives and he was sure this wolf pack would fit them all completely. 

"I like you" Mikael told him and stood up. He approached Mark and gently made him let go of the shirt, turning towards him and takin his delicate hands in his. "I really like you. Why do I feel like this?" he wondered and he looked almost sad confessing his emotional weakness. His forehead touched Mark's shoulder, hiding his face from him and the red head tensed as he felt him so close. His muscles were ripped, and refined on his body, moving every time he breathed. His hair smelled like mint and the image of his dark blue eyes reminded him of a stormy ocean. He looked so good, he always did and right now he was such a short distance away and Mark had to stop himself from hugging him, or even worse kissing him. 

"We've talked about this" Mark told him, his voice low and weak reminding of a whisper, like a candle that its fire was trembling ready to burn out. 

"You've talked about this. I was bed ridden and weak. You took advantage of the fact that I couldn't go after you" He told him and raised his head. 

"That was not my intention."

"Yes, your intention was to end things before they even began" 

"Yes. Because tell me how would things begin with us?" Mark asked him and took a step back. Facing him with a serious expression. "I will not leave Alex's side and you would never leave Luke. The sides we are on are different and you…you are a freaking werewolf for fuck's sake! You have a mate you have been waiting on and what if she appears? Then what will you do with me? Toss me side? Forget me while I still…love you" Mark said with tears in his eyes. He had been thinking and thinking and every time he tried to think a good outcome between them always an unknown figure would appear in his thoughts. A girl and Mikael's eyes wouldn't look at him caringly anymore. They would only see her and Mark would be pushed to the side like he never existed. The same thing Luke did to Lily. 

Mikael was caught out of guard. Mark just said that he loved him. He had never really imagined that the red head had paid so much attention to the fact that he had a mate. Yes, there was a possibility that Scarlet would come back but she could return after Mark had…died. Yeah, he was a human with short time. They would spend a few years together until he began to grow old. Mikael would want to be with him no matter what but he knew how Mark would react. He would push him away. They weren't just on different sides. They were literally a different species. 

"Please don't cry" Mikael told him and with his thumb he wiped the toxic tears from the corners of his eyes. "I can't handle seeing you cry."

"Then don't tell me you like me. Don't make me question my decision. Don't sway me and don't some so close because when you're near all I want to do is…"

"Is?" Mikael asked him and his heart suddenly began beating really loudly. For a second he was worried Mark would be able to hear it.

"To kiss you" Mark mumbled with a blush on his face. His ears were burning hot and when Mikael grabbed him and kissed him he felt his mind melting. His lips were so soft and he almost felt like he was caressing his soul. His arms wrapped around his waist and Mark touched his cheek as he was getting lost into that momentarily pleasure. It was alright. It was fine for just this once to feed his unrequited love. Or more fitting the love that he knew would ruin him. 

That kiss was so sweet though. Nectar from the gods and with every second that passed Mark knew he was getting more and more addicted to that sensation. Mikael brought him even closer the drumming of their hearts mixing up and he could feel his hands roaming on his bare back. He left trays of fire on his skin, burning need and soon Mark was out of breath and dizzy. 

Mikael let go of him and kissed gently his forehead. Then his tear stained eyes and his nose. He smiled at him like he had just been gifted the world and Mark's heart was being drowned into acid. No, he couldn't give in. Giving in would mean the end.

"We can find a way to work things out." Mikael said still clinging to hope. 

"You already have someone you love wholeheartedly. I am just a passerby in your love story." Mark said trying to convince himself that this was for the best. It was the right thing to do. Face the heart break now not when you are already head over heels for him, if he wasn't already. 

Mikael sighed and turned his back on him. He didn't know what to say to that. Yes, he had loved Scarlet with all his heart. The girl had been his world but right now after so many years he had felt what loved was like. He had heard his heart beat again and he couldn't let go of that so easily. All he could see was Mark, after all.

"But all I can see is you" Mikael said and he almost sounded like a wounded puppy. Mark couldn't see his face but he wouldn't be surprised if he was crying. Both of them were. 

"Please go" Mark said his voice breaking. "Go back to your pack and forget about me. You will never see me again after all so please, this hurts"

"You are not the only one hurting. But you are the only one who is scared" Mikael said and looked at him slightly agitated. He had been preaching about facing feelings, being open with how he felt but now he was denying everything, containing his emotions in a box and throwing away the key. 

"Yes, because I have a lot more to lose than you." Mark told him and Mikael felt like someone was ripping his heart open. How could he let things end up like this? How could he leave him if he knew they felt the same?

"Please…at least take some time to think about it." Mikael begged him for the last time but Mark would not give in.

"This is for the best. I am leaving. It was nice knowing you. Thank you for teaching me what love is" he said and smiled at him as he wiped his tears. A saddened smile, filled with sorrow and the wish of things to be different. 

"No…just" Mikael mumbled still lost in the image of him smiling. It was a framed photo in his head and he could almost feel the pain from his moment. From Mark's heart. It was an ending scene to a tragic love story. There was nothing to be done. He tended his hand as if he wanted to reach him again but once again he had already disappeared, out of the spacious room. Mikael withdrew his hand and formed a fist which furiously kicked his neatly made luggage down. 

Was this really for the best?