It's been almost two weeks since Ezra and Arthur began dating; it was a secret for the time being, and they were comfortable with that.
They don't need the public all over them. The peace was nice until Ezra received a call from Mr. Dumas. "Return home with Arthur tonight," he commanded, not giving any room for response before hanging up.
This was on a Saturday, Arthur was with Ezra, and they were cuddling when the call came in.
"We are not going," Arthur said coldly.
Ezra doesn't want to return to the Dumas family home. But Mr. Dumas is a cruel man, he would probably cut off his allowance or something worse. He looks at Arthur's eyes. "I know you don't want to see him, but he called me meaning I don't have much of a choice in this," he said patiently explaining.
"Yes, you do," Arthur responded, his tone becoming warmer.
Ezra doesn't smile at Arthur. "I still have the Dumas family name, and I can not leave until I am able to fend for myself," he explained to Arthur. "Mr. Dumas is still my legal guardian."
Arthur doesn't respond to what Ezra says. 'I don't want him to go back because he's going to get hurt there,' he thought.
"I'll do whatever you want if you come with me," Ezra said, hoping to bribe him with something.
'What could you possibly bribe me with that could interest me?' Arthur thought, looking at Ezra, who was looking at him with pitiful eyes. He had an idea of what Ezra could do for him. He smirked and looked at Ezra. "Alright," he said.
Ezra noticed the mischievousness in Arthur's eyes, he wasn't afraid of what he would do to him because he wouldn't do anything to hurt him.
He hugs him, giggling. "Thank you," he said in relief. 'Hopefully nothing goes wrong.'
'I shouldn't have come here,' Ezra thought, staying in his designated room. It was a welcome party for Arthur, and he should have known that he wouldn't be invited. Of course, no one wanted what happened the last time to happen again.
Arthur didn't look happy about the party or the fact that Ezra wouldn't be able to attend because some Alphas were unable to keep their third leg in their trousers. "It's fine," Ezra said to Arthur as he helped him dress.
"I'll be here waiting for you," he promised, kissing him on the cheek.
He's been waiting here for nearly two hours. He doesn't know what to do. He hears someone trying to open the door, and he panics. "W-who's there?" he asked, walking to the door.
He hears Arthur's worn-out voice say, "It is me," from the other side of the door.
He quickly opens the door and immediately smells Arthur's scent. It made him tremble as he closed it back when he stepped in, the scent was a lot more concentrated than what he had from his shirts. He was wearing a blue tuxedo, and his hair was styled nicely. He couldn't see his expression, but he knew something was wrong.
"What ha--" he couldn't finish asking his question when Arthur grabbed him by the shoulder and kissed him forcefully.
Ezra gasps in surprise. Arthur clearly wasn't himself, he tried to push him away, but he didn't have the strength to do so.
He unwillingly let out his scent, and a mixture of wine and whiskey filled the air. Ezra was out of breath when Arthur stopped kissing him and went straight for his neck. "A-Arthur," he said in a shaky voice when he felt his breath against his scent gland.
His neck wasn't covered, but he was surprised when suddenly his gland was licked. "Ah!" he gave a short moan.
Arthur stops licking him and looks at his scent gland barely satisfied by licking it. "I wish I could mark you right now," he said sounding raspy.
Ezra wanted to ask what happened, but Arthur bit him close to his scent gland. His knees became weak, and he nearly fell. Fortunately, Arthur carries him to the bed and hugs him tightly. He licks his neck and continues to smell his scent. "I'm sorry," Arthur apologized.
"It's fine," Ezra said softly. He wanted to stroke his hair, but he was in front of him. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
"Not really," Arthur said, snuggling against his neck.
Ezra didn't ask about it. If Arthur doesn't want to talk about it, then he won't talk about it. However, something is bothering him. "Arthur, your-- um--"
"Sorry." Arthur apologized again, but he didn't let him go.
"I want to see your face," Ezra said. He was surprised when he turned around and was facing Arthur, his face was flushed, and his eyes were darker than usual. He was holding himself well.
Ezra strokes his hair, ruffling it, while Arthur holds his waist.
"You look better when your hair is ruffled," he said, grinning.
Arthur rubs his face against his chest. However, Ezra was still uncomfortable. "Arthur, go and take a cold shower, I don't think I can handle your thing rubbing against me."