Self-respect could wait.

In the next two weeks, Hayes and Noah had worked out some sort of unspoken agreement. They coexisted with minimum outbursts and a record amount of orgasms in the span of two weeks. You could say they were quickly approaching the frenemy zone. Still had it out for each other with harsh words and even harsher insults, but living with a person also meant developing a sense of routine domesticity with them. And in that regard, they were functioning surprisingly well for people who fought this idea the whole way through.

Noah was actually making an effort to carry his weight around here. An effort he'd never extended under Lincoln's roof. But with Hayes, it was a little different. He'd suddenly grown to thrive on the smallest signs of approval he could get out of him. It made the boy feel pathetic, displayed in the small shows of passive aggressiveness he'd been throwing around. Probably had to do with the mating bullshit, but it was really helping them get along, even if in the slightest. It was still something. Hayes was an asshole, as always, no change there.

However, Noah served just as hard.

Still it was...

working.

Noah' heat had come to a satisfying end three days after the handcuff incident, his body temperature stabilizing and his mind regaining a much stronger sense of focus. Although, it was clear that his past heat had brought about a change. A change heavily involving the asshat sat in front of him, smiling cockily as he made a slight at Noah that he thought was hilarious. Hayes was an overgrown toddler with a dirty mouth. In every sense of the phrase. Some not as unpleasant as the other. He was still repulsive, the boy would maintain.

But in moments like this, when Noah had no pressing reason to be genuinely mad at him, Noah noticed how much he liked seeing the tiny craters in his cheeks that were brought about with the rare smile. How he would miss seeing them. The way his worry lines stacked up on his forehead in aggravation, pouring down into furrowed eyebrows at something devastatingly unfunny Noah just said. When he wasn't mad at Hayes, his lips suddenly seemed so much more kissable.

Maybe it was the fact that Lincoln's arrival was looming overhead, maybe it was the rare moment of companionable silence. Or maybe it was just an urge Noah couldn't bother to reign in. Whatever it was, it drove him to close the distance between them, connecting their lips in a soft kiss before the man could register and protest it. He should've known better, really. Hayes had shut down any attempt at intimacy outside their unclear parameters of sex. And he fully expected to be pushed off. He was expecting to land on his ass any second now, but he kissed Hayes with no reservation. He just... He felt like he had to.

They morally should've stopped having sex the moment Noah' heat ended, but their bodies were so in sync, it felt like they were a jigsaw magnet designed to slot together- as much as they both refused to admit, or even acknowledge it.

The want to have Lincoln return slowly diminished in the passing days as the two spent their time fucking, eating or sleeping. Hayes would never admit it to himself, let alone out loud, that he'd gotten used to having the loud mouthed kitten hanging around, his presence comforting even in the early hours of the morning when the older man found himself unable to sleep. When they didn't fuck until they were exhausted and fell asleep in the same general area, they would part ways at night and go to their respected bedrooms. On the nights that didn't happen, Hayes seemed to be more interested in tracing the shadowy shape of the boys face in the poorly lit room, only the moon filtering in through the thick curtains bringing any light to their skin; brushing what hasn't been touched by the sun in days-- then he was in sleeping.

A bubble of content was a thinly made barricade that didn't extend further than his apartment. When he was separated from Noah, whether that be on his scarce runs, a food trip, or a quick pop in at work, he was a lot more level headed and could think clearer. It was in those hours that he would question everything, and vow to end their sex sessions as soon as he got home but somehow; for some reason, the kitten and his excitedness to see Hayes-- a genuine reaction as soon as the door opened, Hayes automatically backed out. It was for only a few more days, he'd think, what could possibly be the harm?

It wasn't until the weeks turned into days, and the days a mere number of hours, that he really let what had been going on sink in. His moments of clarity caught up to him and swirled in his mind when he'd received a phone call from Lincoln, reminding him that he'd be home in less than forty eight hours. Then, suddenly, Hayes couldn't wait. His jokes turned into harsh jabs and words intentionally meant to hurt Noah, and he was no longer interested in watching the way the kitten's tail curls when he's tired, flicks around wildly when he's happy, or wraps around his torso when he's hurt or upset. His facial expressions became bland, too; boring. The moonlight had added a mysteriousness to his soft features, but the sun enhanced his already boring traits and spoke the truth to Hayes that the darkness had hid. Noah was Noah, and who Noah was, was not somebody Hayes enjoyed.

They'd been lounging in the living room, talking about everything and nothing as the tv flickered with soundless images in the background. Hayes kept inching towards the discussion of Lincoln's return, trying to Gauge Noah' reaction and see if he'd thoroughly squashed the kittens obsession with him, but each time, Noah deflected. Hayes had grown irritated and was prepared to leave when his question had finally been answered, though not in the sense he'd been hoping for. Soft lips brushed his timidly at first, before Noah took his lack of reaction as a good sign and scooted closer, became more sure of himself as sharp fangs caught Hayes's lip and tugged.

The curly haired man felt himself giving in for a split second, loving the sharpness of the kiss and the pleasure the punctured lip brought, but just as quickly as he was getting into it, he was flying out. With a shove back that had been far rougher than he'd intended, Noah fell to the floor and Hayes was wiping the blood/saliva mixture off the corner of his lips. "I told you, feline, I'm not interested in this," he hissed, waving a hand between the two of them. "I never should have let this go on for as long as it has. Your delusions are getting out of hand." he'd made it clear before, hadn't he? Sex only, nothing more?

And just like that, the fantasy glasses were off, leaving Noah with a moment abruptly snatched from him, ringing incomplete. It was an endless cycle of that. He'd feel like he was getting somewhere with the man, only to be scorned at the moment it got too real for Hayes. And no amount of repeated words, or self-disdain was strong enough to hold its ground against the urge that drove him back into Hayes. He sighed, ears falling back and tail wrapping around himself before he could help the natural reflex. He stood again, face heating up.

Situation on the Hayes front: still an asshole and growing.

For this reason, Noah counted down the days for Lincoln's arrival. He'd found himself eager to get back home for the first time, when Hayes's jabs began to take on a more derogative route. And since then, he'd slipped into a messy spiral of feeling too attached to the man to be able to leave, and wanting so desperately to be back home away from Hayes in order to regain a semblance of self-respect.

Well,

Self-respect could wait...

A soft thud sounded as Noah' knees met the floorboard. "The only delusion here, is that you think you can go back to your human degenerates for sex after the time we've had," Noah purred. He undid Hayes's belt, tugging his zipper down to free his length. He mouthed at the man's boxer-clad head teasingly. "Hayes, why didn't we stop having sex after my heat?" Noah asked plainly. Seeing the man in no hurry to respond, he continued. "For a moment, just forget about all our differences. Let's agree on one thing. We have great sex."

Hayes couldn't answer, at least not with a response he knew would dismiss Noah's smugness while also ringing truth; at least a little truth. "It was convenient," he easily lied, fingers lacing through the kittens soft hair as he gave a tug. "You were a room away. I wanted to fuck, and you were there. No waiting for a random hook up," lying with Noah has always been easy, even if he didn't know what he was lying about. At least there was truth to his words, and the slight hesitation he began with could easily be marked off as him reigning in his self control as a certain kitten mouthed at his cock.

Helping Noah along, Hayes hooked a thumb in the elastic band of his boxers and pulled them down, swiveling hips a little to help push them down his thighs. "Why didn't you end it? You had every reason to, every chance. Yet here you are, down on your knees, waiting to take my cock," Hayes smirked and, to prove his point, pulled his hips back a little only for Noah to give a soft growl and sink his claws into Hayes' hips, rooting him in place and offering the chance of blood if he dared pull away.

"You're fun in the sac, Noah," he went on, thumb teasing the slit of his cock as he worked it to full length, making it bob with every small movement rather than hang like a limp noodle. Collecting the small droplet of precum from the slit, Hayes abandoned his cock in favor of smearing the bitter liquid across the kitten's bottom lip, giving him a taste of what he was offering. "You know as well as I that hybrid sex is easily the best. I'd be a fool to pass it up, even with my personal feelings for you running rampant through my body every time I touch you."

Hayes had abandoned all self respect the first night he'd fucked Noah, and with that self respect, went his chance of fucking a human again. Noah was right, hybrid sex was hard to top and sex with a human became boring, unsatisfying, which is what led Hayes to seeking out other hybrids online a few days ago. He had numerous lined up, wouldn't go bored for a few months at the least, so anything and everything Noah was trying to use against him was failing miserably

Noah' eyes fluttered closed as he felt Hayes tug on his hair. It set off a direct line of electricity traveling towards his groin. The hybrid purred, the light vibrations he sent through Hayes's cock steering onto the line of just right. He purred even as he listened to Hayes call him a convenient fuck and nothing more. He would never understand his need for Hayes and lack of emotional preservation in being with the man like this.

Why didn't you end it?

"Because I'm yours," it was plain and sincere, didn't have the usual smug undertone to it.

Noah hated himself for the truth in his words.

Before Hayes could make a big deal out of it, his lips were sheathing the man's cock again with a newfound vigor. It seemed like Hayes had completely missed his words as he pulled away to finger at his slit. Noah lapped at the smear of precum on his lower lip before taking Hayes back into his mouth. When Hayes spoke again, the boy looked up at him with wide, hurt eyes to try and discern if he was speaking the truth. Did Hayes feel hatred every time his hands were on him? Every time the man touched him, was there an underlying resentment?

Noah hated himself for the truth in Hayes's words.

And the fact that he hadn't the slightest urge to pull away at hearing them.

He wanted Hayes to stop talking. Wanted the reminder that Noah was willingly submitting all of himself to someone who couldn't care less, gone. He wanted it gone. With that thought born in mind, he took Hayes as far down his throat as he could and hollowed his cheeks in a quick motion. His tongue set into its task of massaging the nerve on the underside of Hayes's fat cock. What he couldn't fit into his mouth, he wrapped a hand around and pumped.

Any and all will to continue this fight, to remind Noah he was nothing to him, that there was nothing special about him or his arse or cock, disappeared with his cock down Noah' throat. Hayes was willing to hold still and let the kitten take the lead, to set the pace and do what he wanted to do, but then Noah tipped his head back and with a challenging look smearing across his features, plump lips still wrapped around Hayes's cock, the man realized he had to show Noah, to dominate him in every way without adding that emotional connection.

With fingers threading through Noah' hair, Hayes tugged it back harshly, making glossy eyes lock with his before he grinned and thrust forward, fucking into Noah' mouth with fast, sharp thrusts. He felt the boys throat constrict and spasm around his cock, clamping around his head and holding him in place for a second before Noah inhaled through his nose and they started all over again. He wasn't sure what he found so pleasurable about it, why the fiery white licked at the bottom of his spine as it swirled in his stomach.

When Hayes began to fuck his throat, Noah' glassy eyes clung to the predatory expression on his face. The boy's dick began to chub up and sweat beaded along his temples. All the while, choking from the lack of oxygen, with tears spilling off his cheeks.

But as much fun as it was, it wasn't enough. He jerked back, his cock falling from Noah' mouth with a loud pop as the boy growled and followed his movements, only for Hayes to hold him in place with a hand on his forehead. "Stand up," he said with shallow huffs, stomach full of knott's as his dick pulsed along to the same rhythm as his heart. "I want to give you one last proper fucking before you leave with Lincoln; just to assure you won't forget that hybrids aren't the only ones who excel at sex." He was cocky, but it seemed when he was around Noah, it only intensified. He wanted to show off to the boy.

He was light headed when Hayes jerked away, and his throat felt thoroughly charred. Noah still growled when it stopped.

With slobber sliding off his chin in tiny drips, and starry eyes plastered on Hayes's, he stood up obediently. His movements were floaty and it almost seemed like he was hypnotized. Hayes was a presumptuous cocky asshole. That did nothing to sway the fact that Noah was bending over the arm of the couch, presenting himself to Hayes to do with as he pleased- without being asked to.

Sex with Hayes was always rough. But this time, he was even rougher. He held Noah and fucked him like a man with something to prove. Which was pretty much the case here. Noah' hand fisted the side of the couch, mewling and moaning from everything he was feeling in the moment. The obscene sounds of his ass smacking against Hayes's thighs combined with their lewd moans rang through the open room, bouncing off the walls and sounding like a recorded porn track to Noah' ears.

Tears slipped down his face as Hayes's tip rubbed against his prostate just right. "Hay- please, right there," he groaned, fucking himself back against Hayes's thrust. "Mmmh jes- ohhh," he yelled, teary eyes screwing shut, squeezing the moisture out of their corners. This felt like nothing he'd experienced before. Each time Hayes took him, that's exactly how he felt. He wouldn't trade the feeling for anything in the world. Not even dignity.

48 hours. The thought suddenly occurred to him as he felt the muscles in his groin tighten in warning. Hayes would be done with him in 48 hours. Wash his hands clean of the boy. He'd held up some semblance of hope for them, but Hayes nipped every last bit of it in the bud.

And as such, Noah was suddenly not feeling so great. He wasn't the only hybrid in the world. Heck there were so many of his kind in their city. They'd line up to be with someone as hot as Hayes. But it wasn't that for Noah. Hayes just- he felt... right. The boy's chest constricted at the thought that Hayes would go his own way after this while Noah would go on to stay hung up on him.

With a final snap of Hayes's hips, Noah was cumming with a sob.

The fact that Noah cried nearly every time they had sex never really registered in Hayes's head. He never considered that his minutes of fun was actually fucking with the boy beyond repair, and if he's being honest, he wasn't sure he'd care. He made it clear, time and time again, that it was just sex and though he was feeding into the budding emotions Noah felt with every single time he shoved his cock in the boys wrecked hole, he's never played it off like it was more.

With several sharp thrusts forward, Hayes was chasing that orgasm that was dangling so tauntingly in front of him. In pure instinct, a spur of the moment thing, as soon as his cock started to jerk inside Noah as he continued pounding into him, riding himself through the orgasm, he lifted a hand and let it come down to smack the pale flesh stretched over Noah' arse. "Never forget who made you feel this good," Hayes said with a growl before he was pulling away and cleaning himself up, leaving Noah alone on the couch to deal with the cum running down the inside of his thighs.

Forty eight hours and Hayes would be free of him, be free to do as he pleased with whomever he pleased. Hayes wasn't Noah's, nor has he ever been. The boy was a perfectly warm body, made just for Hayes to use as he pleased and dump when he was bored. He could hear the scolding Lincoln would give him if he were to ever find out, see the disappointment on his sister's face when she'd learned he'd done it yet again, but he couldn't stop himself. He was in too deep now, was too invested with fucking with the kitten, and as fucked up as that made him, he didn't care. He gave Noah many chances to leave, and he never took them.

And as much as he hated himself for it, he couldn't bring himself to regret giving into Noah that first night. Because, hatred or not, they seemed to get along and work best when all disagreements and feelings were pushed to the back burner and they were just focused on how well their bodies fit together. How good they could make the other feel; how undone they could make the other without actually fucking them yet.

It was a game to both of them, even if one player was more invested than the other.