Kota

A couple of months have passed since Volto and my step-mother were dealt with. I haven't heard from either since, and I'm quite liking life that way. For the first time, in my whole life, it feels like I've finally been able to relax.

The last couple of months haven't been completely smooth sailing. It's taken me a while to come to terms with everything, and actually realize that I'm not in danger anymore. Nightmares became a part of going to sleep every night, and it got to a point where I would avoid sleep in fear of seeing my step-mother or Volto. My brain wouldn't comprehend that they were locked up, far away from me, when I woke. I would find myself back in the basement of the house, tied up. My own screams would wake me, and I would find the pillow under my cheek wet from my tears, and my fingers gripping onto the sheets. Melody's been around a lot more, closer to the surface, and I've begun to hear her a lot more.

I was embarrassed by the dreams first, hating whenever Nathan would come running in. I was grateful to Nathan for allowing me to stay in his spare room, but I felt an immense sense of guilt for not allowing him a good night's sleep. He would always be there when I woke, and I appreciated the comfort, but it didn't ease the feeling of guilt.

It didn't matter where I slept, even if it was on the other side of town at another of the guys' house, I would still have a nightmare. I, and the others, originally thought it would have been the constant reminder of seeing the house and Marie who still lived there, every day. Although, Marie hadn't shown her face much since her mom was taken, and I know from the looks I get at school that she thinks it's all my fault. It is, after all. I had been concerned for Marie in the beginning, as my dad hadn't returned to the house since he got word of my step-mother being taken into the hospital. Mr. Blackbourne had told me that my dad's response wasn't surprised, and it was soon followed by a call to Marie telling her that he was with his other family, and she was expected to look after herself now that her mother was gone. He would send money to us both, because he still thought I was there, to help "us" get by. We could all hear Marie's reaction through the neighborhood, and she had come over to scream at me, which didn't garner a favorable reaction from any of the guys. I had offered to help, but by the time I did, she had moved onto the positivities of living alone, and soon invited a girl over to live with her, and held parties. The guys promised me that they would check in on her periodically, and as far as I know, that promise has been kept.

The guys caught on quick enough to my nightmares, and the fact that the only thing that would keep them from happening was them being nearby, and it's become customary for me to sleep with one of them every night, and soon enough the nightmares stopped.

Over the past few months, the guys have started to be more open with me about what they do with "The Academy". I'm still not entirely aware of what they do, but I was able to go on a couple of their missions with them, just the mild ones apparently, but it was still interesting to learn more about them and what they do.

One of the things that I was most excited about was participating in a 'family meeting'. The name itself just meant a lot to me, they see each other, and me, like family. The thought made me warm inside. I have a family who loves and cares about me. They explained that it was where we could air problems, and make decisions as a group, and it made my bond with them even closer. They want to try and make this work.

One of the problems that have arisen more than once is the situation of marking me as theirs. It would sometimes end in arguments, and one of the boys storming out, and it was these times that I became dubious of whether we could make it work, but it would eventually be talked out, and the subject would be pushed back to another day.

I wanted them to mark me, ever since my step-mother left. I wanted to be theirs so that no one else could try and have a claim on me. I didn't want someone to try and steal me away again. But, some of the boys felt different. They felt that it would be better for us to wait until I was in a better place mentally, so I could make the decision whole-heartedly. I had explained to them multiple times that it didn't matter how long away the decision was, I would still feel the same as I did when it was first discussed. Our relationship was as strong as ever, as we had talked out all of the issues that may arise, and have promised each other we would always talk future ones out too.

The original plan was to wait until after their mission at the school had finished, to stop questions, and to allow Mr. Blackbourne and Dr. Green to leave the positions as my teacher well and truly. The thought of getting them into trouble made me agree, but I don't want to wait until they're all out of school, I'd have agreed to only one of them if that's what they wanted, but they could never agree on who and when, so I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to wait until school was over. They still showed me affection and as time went on the affection grew, and the more I wanted for them to kiss me. If they weren't going to mark me, then I at least wanted them to kiss me. Mr. Blackbourne had kissed me when my step-mother gave me the drug, so why didn't any of the others. I wondered if they were waiting for me to make the first move, but I didn't know how, or if they were waiting for me to be marked. Either way, I wanted something to happen.

But sitting here with Kota in his room, I can sense a nervous and almost awkward atmosphere, and with every look, I notice that he's taking back at me, the more the atmosphere worsens.The guys were being pulled in all different directions lately, leaving on missions, causing me to be pushed from one house to another, so has it just been that long since Kota and I were together, alone? I try and think back to the last time, and realize that it's been longer than I would have wanted.

I sigh, throwing my pen down onto the textbook I should be taking notes from, exhausted from the last hours of concentrating on homework. Kota looks up from his desk, where he's reading a thick book, at the sound, and I smile at him. He pushes his glasses up his nose, uncomfortable for a moment, before offering a timid smile back.

"You finished?"

"No, but yes," I respond, stretching my arms above my head. It's been quiet from the guys ever since school, and upon reaching out, I find walls put firmly in place.

He chuckles. "Ok." He places a bookmark in the book carefully, before closing it and coming to the bed.

He sits down cross-legged facing me, and when I finish stretching, I meet his green eyes through his glasses. I wait for him to say something, but he only takes his glasses off, polishing them on his shirt, before placing them back on his nose. He clears his throat but still doesn't say anything.

"Everything ok?" I ask, probing gently at his thoughts, but I find them, too, closed off. I don't need to hear his thoughts to know he's nervous. It's practically emanating off of him.

"Yeah," he sighs, brushing his hair back from his face. "It's just weird to think that if you had never moved here, we would have never met, and we probably would have never known each other. I don't want to think about what would have happened to you if we hadn't have found you."

"You don't need to think about it. You did find me. I'm here, and I'm ok. We would have probably found each other eventually."

"Mm," he says agreeing, although noncommittally. Silence resumes, and Kota starts to tap his finger, counting quietly under his breath. Even with his admission, he still doesn't seem fully relaxed.

"Is there something wrong, Kota?" I ask, putting a finger up to my lips. He shakes his head immediately, taking my finger away from my lip with the one he was tapping before.

"Sang..." he starts, his eyes quickly going on my hand in his, before the other by my side. "Do you want us to mark you?" he asks.

The question shocks me and throws me off for a second. I blink a couple of times, trying to work out why he's asking.

"It's just... we want to mark you when you're ready, and I think we should wait but..." he trails off.

"Do you want to mark me?" I ask. He thinks on it, and the more he thinks, the more my doubts grow.

"Yes, but I would rather wait..."

"Then wait," I tell him, shrugging. I take his other hand looking into his eyes. "We don't have to do this any time soon."

He traces the back of my hand, sighing slightly. "We might have no choice," he admits.

"Why?" I ask, worried. I move closer to him, wanting to understand.

"The Academy."

"They want you to mark me?"

"No..." He ponders his words, before continuing. "We all think it would be best to mark you before we introduce you to them. At least one of us, anyway. There's this camping trip coming up, and it should really be done before then."

"Why?" I ask, worried again. "I've met some of them, haven't it? I wasn't marked then."

Kota continues to trace a design onto my hand. "Yes, it was, but they were just another group. If we want you to join, we need to prove that you're our mate, so you don't potentially get taken away from us."

"What?!" I exclaim, hurt at the thought of losing them. If not my step-mother, it'll be their school? An involuntary whine leaves my lips.

"We wouldn't let that happen," Kota reassures.

"Then let's do it," I tell him, moving to stand. "One of you can do it, I don't care. I don't want to lose you, Kota."

"It's up to you who does it, but the others and I discussed it, and we came to the conclusion that I should be the one to do it first. I brought you into the group, and Mr. Blackbourne can't mark you until after..." Courage spurs me on, and I press my finger to his lips, stopping him from talking.

"I don't care which of you is the first to do it, as long as you all get to. It doesn't matter who's first, because it'll be my first with each of you, so yes, Kota, if you want to mark me you can."

A blush taints his cheeks, and he pushes his glasses up his nose again. "Ok," he acknowledges. He nods curtly, before standing. A giddy excitement starts up inside of me, mixed with a nervous flutter.

"When?" I ask, too nervous to say much else. I don't want to rush things, and I don't want to sound too eager. I've been waiting for this moment ever since I've met them.

"I originally was really hoping that I could at least make this sort of special, but I didn't know what to do, and it's all been kind of busy..." he admits.

"Kota, it doesn't matter when or where or how it'll be special because it's with you." I stand and meet him in the middle of the floor.

He cocks his head as he looks at me, and smiles. He lifts a thumb and rubs it tenderly over my cheek.

"You're so amazing, Sang. I saw you trying to escape, and I had to stop you. I had to get to know you, and Max was my perfect excuse, and then I smelt you, and you smelled beautiful, just like Strawberries. It was like a bucket of water had been thrown over me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The freshness and the clarity that came with the scent made me see the world in a whole other light. You are perfect, with every single one of your ten fingers and toes as cute as you. Sang, I want to mark you badly, but you deserve so much better than it being in my room without anything special." I breathe in deeply, taking in all of his warm, spicy scent.

"Kota, this is special enough. You make me feel more special than any actions." He chuckles.

"Well, can I at least kiss you, before I mark you?"

I nod, my voice escaping me at the thought of finally getting to kiss another of the guys.Although I can't feel them in my mind presently, I don't want them to come and check up on me and find Kota kissing me because I don't know how they would react, so I place a wall up between me and the rest of the guys.

He cups his hand on my cheek and leans down to me. I recall the kiss with Mr. Blackbourne and to avoid the awkwardness of glasses, I lift them off his nose for him, smiling up at him. I meant it, this moment right here is as special as any moment that could have been manufactured. Yes, maybe it's not exactly spur of the moment, but my emotions don't care. It doesn't matter. It's just me and Kota. It almost feels right for him to be the first one to do it. As he said, he was the first one of them I ever met, and he opened my whole life up to new possibilities and loves, so it means more for him to be marking me first. It's almost a full circle. After this everything will change for the better, again.

Kota's lips fall onto mine, supple yet firm. He timidly presses them closer, and I recall what happened with Mr. Blackbourne and try to do that with Kota. Kota's kiss is a lot less demanding than Mr. Blackbourne's and when he moves I move, and vice versa, meaning we end up following each other in a tender dance, which makes the sparks that are already there from the mate bond deepen and intensify. I clutch on his arms, unsure what to do with my hands otherwise, and his other arm that's not on my face comes around my back for support.

His embrace is safe and comforting, and all nerves about the mark he's about to bestow on me fall away, and all I can think about is being Kota's.

He pulls back eventually, sliding the glasses down his nose again, meeting my eyes. I see that they're the bright gold ones of Pi, and I move one of my hands up to mirror his, my thumb brushing just under one of them.

"Are you sure, Sang?" he asks, pleading with me to voice whether I want to deny him or to change my mind.

I nod, my throat closing up at the thought of what's about to happen. I don't know how it'll feel but as long as I'm with Kota, I know I'm safe. He would never hurt me. He's probably one of the more gentle boys to mark me first, as much as North is a cuddly bear deep down, I'd be a bit apprehensive about offering myself to him first, without knowing what to expect. I would fear he, or rather West, would get carried away, but like all of the guys, he would never intentionally hurt me.

"I love you, Sang," he says, catching me off guard but in a good way.

"I love you, Kota," I say, without any thought to it. He beams and pulls me closer again.

"What do I-"

"Why don't we sit?" he suggests, motioning to the bed. I nod, and scurry to the end of the bed, watching him.

"Sang-" he starts, and I'm pretty sure he's going to ask me again if I'm sure, so I cut him off.

"Kota... Pi, please. I want this." He smiles, closing his eyes briefly.

"Ok." When he opens them again, they're brighter than I've ever seen them, and I can tell that Pi is as close to the surface as Kota is. He opens his mouth and breathes shallowly, and with that, I get a glimpse of his elongated canines. He moves toward me cautiously, before backing away. I don't know exactly how this works, because I've never been taught about werewolf mates growing up, so I follow my instincts and offer him my neck. Kota has opened his mind to me, and I can feel that he too is following his own instincts as he gets closer to me. His mouth opens and his teeth brush against my neck slightly.

The feeling that I get from it is indescribable. It feels like the mate sparks a hundred times over. Kota pulls back, hesitating, but I pull his head closer to me again, and his teeth push against my neck harder.

"Kota... Pi," I plead quietly. It feels like the world sits still as I wait for him to bite me, and when he finally does sink his teeth into me, the world speeds up again, flying by me in a whirl of colors and shapes. I gasp at the feeling, it not being at all like I expected. I thought it would hurt, but the feeling I get from it is the complete opposite. There's no pain whatsoever, instead, it seems as if I'm getting a deeper understanding and connection to Kota at this moment. The bond with Kota has become unbreakable. Something in my world has mended itself and another has been broken down to dust, and it feels like it is as it should be. Tears hit my eyes, finding it overwhelming. Kota stays there for a moment, before he pulls back, and meets my eyes.

Without any control, Melody takes over my actions, and pull Kota back to me. My teeth press at my lips, and I go to his neck. I can hear Kota faintly telling me that I don't have to do it yet if I don't want to, but I don't listen instead sinking my own canines into his neck. I expect to taste blood, but if I do, it's been outweighed by the all-encompassing smell of the spices that is Kota. It's heady, and it spurs me on, biting down harder. I garner a gasp from Kota, who massages his fingers into the back of my head.

Eventually, I regain control from Melody and pull back. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, breathing heavily. He reaches out to my neck, his eyes back to the green ones, and as they go over my neck they're filled with admiration and concern.

"You ok?" he asks. I nod, feeling dazed. Apart from the daze, I can tell that I'm going to have a dull ache there when the daze of it all passes, but I feel amazing so I don't care.

"You?" He nods, also in a similar state.

Touching him now feels even more intense, better than the kiss made me feel, and when his lips find my brow, it feels ten times better than the kiss on the lips did. I can never imagine losing him now, he's mine, and the thought of being away from him pains me immensely.It's silent between us again, but this time the nerves have left, and we're comfortable in just being in the same room.

The silence is broken by Gabriel, speaking to us both in our minds. I'm happy that I had the foresight to take the wall down now it's over.

"Jesus H Christ," he exclaims.

"What is it, Gabe?" Kota asks in my head, but his voice is so clear to me it's like he's said it out loud.

"Did anyone else feel that? Fuck me."

There's a chorus of affirmation from some of the other guys, and I slowly realize what's happened. I look to Kota, panicked.

"You felt that?" I ask. "I had a wall up."

"So did I trouble, so did I, but no wall could have stopped some of that. I doubt we got the whole thing, but if that's even half of what we feel, sign me the fuck up to be next," he says, and an argument ensues from the others who want to be next instead.

I share a look with Kota who is blushing, and I don't think I'm in any better of a state either.Hi guys! This is the first of nine parts for the guys marking Sang! I hope you liked it! I'm sorry this wasn't up yesterday, but as you might be aware I had a problem with my keyboard on my laptop and the letter "t" wasn't working very well, so it slowed down writing a lot and in the process really pissed me off (luckily it's fixed now). Then earlier today I wasn't feeling great so I decided to give myself a bit of a break today, before finishing it up when I felt better later today (don't worry, it's nothing to worry about). As a result, the next part will be up tomorrow, and so on, with the schedule, I had planned. I can't promise you all, that the rest of the parts will be as long, it just depends on what the guys do with Sang, and so on. There's no favouritism from me! As always, keep an eye out on my profile for any announcements to do with update days changing. If you want to follow me, you can get a notification whenever I post an announcement.

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