Deciphering His Code

Chapter Twenty-Three

(Lyev's POV)

I felt around the silk sheets for my sweet Ombre, but the only thing I could feel was the lack of heat from the space next to me. My eyes snapped open and frantically scanned the bedroom. The light from the bathroom creeped out of the little crack underneath the door. Quietly making my way to the bathroom, I noticed little sounds of crying and whimpering. My flower was huddled in the corner of the bathroom, tears falling, eyes puffy and red, and nails digging into his ears.

"Ombre-" I ran to his side, wrapping my muscular arms around his thin figure. He weeped even louder, his hands now clinging to my back. His nails dug into me, but the sting wasn't as painful as the nightmares and flashbacks he was having. "Shh...I'm here. Don't cry..."

We sat on the bathroom floor for quite some time before he lifted his face from my collarbone. His cries turned to hiccups and sniffles. As he sat on my lap, I wiped his tears with my thumbs and planted kisses over his face before planting my lips onto his soft, pink ones. I felt his body becoming less tense and started to melt in our passionate kissing. Thankfully, I was able to put him back to sleep, but he wouldn't stop clinging to me. I gave a defeated sigh, knowing I couldn't overcome the desire to spoil my boy silly. I carried him back to bed, one hand on his bottom and the other on the small of his back.

It was only four in the morning. I had a little less than two hours before needing to head to the office, so I was able to sleep with Ombre a little more. It's been a month since Ombre came home. He's been having trouble being alone, and it pains me to have to leave for work. He'd occasionally have nightmares and has been having seizures —one after another— since his first. Dr. Chevalier said this was a normal effect after what happened to him; still, it was unsettling and made me feel uneasy. His wounds were healing quickly, but many, if not all, were going to be scars.

Looking down at my lover's peaceful face, I brushed the strands of hair that covered his eyes before kissing him again. Since his return, there's been new tension around the nest. After the outburst Ombre had towards his father, he hasn't faced or spoken to Artur since then. As a result, Artur has been worse than when his son disappeared. Valentine and Vitaly did their best surrounding Ombre with positive thoughts while Augustus watched over his own lover. Of course, my family and the rest of the nest helped as well.

I closed my eyes and inhaled Ombre's sweet scent. Before I knew it, my alarm started to go off. Immediately turning it off, so that I didn't disturb my boy, I quietly got up and stretched my arms and body. I love that feeling of cracking different parts of my body. It makes me feel like I'm a glow stick. When I finish stretching, I head into the bathroom to take a relaxing, hot shower.

Having the water hit my body, I let out a pleasing moan before combing through my hair. I lean against the wall with one hand against the wall, letting the heated liquid from the shower head spray my body. Suddenly, the foggy glass door of the shower is pulled open, and the figure immediately wraps its arms around me.

"Hey...everything is going to be okay. I'm here." I say, kissing the top of his head. Ombre looks up at me, his eyes mimicking those of an abandoned puppy.

"I woke up— you weren't there— and and and—"

"Shh...it's okay. I'm sorry. I made you worry right?" He nodded his head in response. "I'm sorry. Let's take a shower before breakfast. Your clothes are already soaking wet."

I helped Ombre out off his soaking t-shirt and boxers then tossed them onto the marble floor. As he clung onto my body, my dick started to react as it rubbed against his stomach. I let out a low groan and slipped my arms around his thin waist. Then, I started to kiss his neck and behind his ear causing his body to shiver in pleasure.