Maniac Hellhound Mate

Wayne 

Ryan and I went to a night party at some enormous mansion full of different LED strip light hues. Well, it was Ryan who was invited by a girl, Ashely he had known a year ago, possibly he was the girl’s crush, and we needed something to refresh our minds, and this party was it.

The party was about motorbike racing - the team had won against the Fiery Red Team while they were the Lightning Strike Team. Well, Ryan was pulled by Ashely, and I was by the bar counter with a champagne glass, it had a mixture of blue and purple liquid in it and illuminated. I leaned with my back and stared at everyone throwing their hands up and swaying their bodies going left and right, a few going up and down. Their dances made no sense at all.

But the music was okay, ….. well, great. Calvin Harris with Rihanna, the DJ played mostly Calvin H. Then I spotted Ryan coming my way looked back in swiftly and twisted his legs like he was ready to run away from something. 

I chuckled staring at his expression.

“What’s wrong?” I asked immediately he arrived at my sight.

“That girl…. Can’t she see that I’m gay?” Ryan rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed my drink and gulped it at once.

“You don’t say….” I chuckled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he menaced his face.

“If I knew also, maybe I would made my way to you.” With a head tilting, he looked very annoyed.

“You’re 100% straight and you’re not my type anyway. I need a big man who would walk with me whilst I’m in his palm and scaring the sh*t out of people on the way.” He chortled and nearly choked on his dark words.

“Creep….. why would you want that?” I gave him my best annoyed expression and he still had that smirk on his face. “And this sh*t of a party is so boring.”

Ryan was my manager and also my only friend and best friend. We flew here to the State from South Africa. No actually, we ran away from the saga I created when I was drunk and in sorrow. As a model for all kinds of fashion clothes, perfumes, and just almost everything for ads, my PR suggested that I should probably go somewhere as she handles the crucial saga I made. We wanted to go to the island, but I insisted on coming here to the States.

I was absolutely in a happy relationship with my girlfriend. We would go out, and what I loved about her, was that she was not after my money like other ones I met before, and she was the most responsible and sane girl I have ever met. I wanted to do the right thing by her, to put a ring on her finger in front of everyone on her birthday party. Surprise birthday party I pulled. But…. But that d*mn bit- she was pregnant, three months pregnant with my boss’s baby.

She denied my ring, right there with tears already cascading out of her eyes to her cheeks and falling from her jawlines. She took deep breaths and stared at my freaking boss, which confused and scared the sh*t out of me. My hands were already trembling out of fear, or anger, I just couldn’t tell what I was feeling at that moment. She hazed my mind like a freaking powerful witch before I could hear what was wrong.

And she blurted out, with her lips crazily shaking. She told the world everything. I mean as a model, my whole life has never been private and here in the States, I had to change my look to normal mode. I didn’t wear fancy clothes and give the model posture, I just lived normally like everyone, so I wouldn’t be recognized. 

And again yes, my legs directed me to that sh*t boss of mine in a swift and gave him a few punches on his face before I got pulled away by the strong hands, Ryan’s. And to be honest, I was always labeled as gay or bi due to my athletic slim model body and face, and I hated that Ryan was labeled straight and f*ck*ng masculine whilst it’s quite the opposite. Ryan told me that he never tasted a p*ssy, and I told him that I never held one’s c*ck or anything to do with anyone’s c*ck.

“Should we leave our apartment or do you want to go somewhere first?” he asked deeply staring at me.

“If only there was part of South Africa in this State, I would gladly use my portal and be there in a second.” A big frown appeared on my face.

He chuckled, “Unfortunately we don’t have that ability. We left them in South Africa.”

“You mean we should’ve come with the potions?” I laughed so hard after I remembered one of the ladies told me that I had some powerful magic aura around me.

“Yes….” With that expression, he remembered also. “We should’ve tagged her along.”

Our hands collided with each other while our mouths wide open from laughing. But then…. We were disrupted by an emergency alarm in the building. Fear in a swift, evidenced our bodies, with hard breathings watching everyone running and screaming with the music stopped. The whole mansion was deafened with loud pitch screams and ringing alarms.

Ryan grabbed my hand quickly and I stumbled on something hard like a table, I didn’t have time to look, and luckily, I was wearing black Jeep boots, with sole rubber whilst Ryan wore black and white all-star, his every time favorite, you just can’t separate them.

We ran, panting escaping both our lips then we heard, a loud shout, “Fire.” 

God d*mn it, my worst nightmare, fire. Only with the shout, my body became rigid. I couldn’t move, all the noises became faint in my ears till they went all blocked. I saw Ryan in the depths of my eyes, talking, opening his mouth with veins all over his neck, probably shouting. 

I wandered my eyes because they were the only thing that could move…. Everyone was gone, but something was under the lights. Smoke, coming our way with Ryan pulling my hand, and my legs were rigid as if they were glued to the floor. I stared back at Ryan, trying to signal him with my eyes to run the f*ck out of here, but I was not enigmatic, my eyes were not filled with superpowers to just signal him like that.

He started coughing and coughing, while I felt my lungs tied up with a string and I knew that I was not breathing because if I were, I would be coughing like Ryan from the smoke and f*ck, he was suffocating, and his black eyes were succumbed by fog. 

Ryan, get the f*ck out of here.

Leave me…

It was a pity that I was saying those things in my head. He couldn’t hear me. F*ck. Ryan is going to die because of me. Breathe you son of a d*mn sh*t. You can do it. You’ve survived the most. You can’t die here in a foreign country. Yes, you did sh*t in your own country, but you don’t belong here you buckle head. Open your sh*t lips and let out air come out before they burn the sh*t out of your lungs. Imagine the model died out of suffocation and fire. The back of my mind gave me a jolt but before that.

A mountain was behind Ryan who was hopeless, weak and I was angry at him for staying with me rather than saving his *ss out of there. The mountain pulled him up and started running away with him. The mountain. Then again, the other mountain came before my eyes, before they shut, and said something starting with ‘M’ before they shut completely. ‘M’ is something you can draw from someone’s lips when saying while not hearing their voice.

*******

A loud groan as I forced myself to open my heavy eyelids. D*mn, it hurts. My head, aching so badly. And finally, my eyes opened, I wandered them around, mind still in vague, but I could hear faint screaming voices in my head. This is not a hospital. One of my memories flashed after I heard Ryan’s voice in my head, and his scared face flashed before my eyes.

“Ryan??” quickly managed to let out my voice. But it was a bit weird, abnormal with the body feeling like I’d been in sleep for a week.

“Mmmh – you love that Ryan that much?” a man’s bass voice flinched my soul from my right side.

I took a turn quickly. Chest already falling and rising, not certain if it was because of fear, or something unimaginable. “Who the f*ck are you?” my elbows rested on the bed, side by side with my upper body inclined.

“The man who saved you. And don’t worry, your Ryan he’s perfectly fine,” he said as he stood up to where the water was on the drawer.

And I was – possibly in his room. My eyes wandered again, admiring how artistic it was with….. what?? A huge black motorbike far from me. So, d*mn huge room. Wait! I turned to stare at him. The mountain. My savior. And I looked around again. I saw him with his motorbike on the huge, laminated pictures over the wall, looking so – so d*mn huge and yes, handsome in his racing gear, so black and fiery red.

That means he’s a Fiery Red Team, but the party was held by Lightning Strike Team. Or never mind, maybe they all get along somehow. “What’s in your mind?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I said with a deep stare into his fiery goddamn red eyes. Uh, probably wearing lenses, nothing special. “I want to see Ryan,” He held the cup so strong and pushed up my head from the back so I could drink water from the straw.

“Mmmh- drink water first, stay hydrated,” with a nod he said.

“Are you on the Fiery Red Team?”

“Yes,” he placed the cup and sat by my side like he was someone special to me.

“Why didn’t you take me to hospital?”

“You’re okay now. Don’t stress about it. Just ask me about –.” He stopped, and I couldn’t read his deep stare at me.

But honestly, how could a person be so big, does he eat wild animals only? Does he train a lot? Because I know big bodies made from protein powders and gym and not this one. Tattoos, all over his body, they weren’t just tattoos, they looked like symbols but one symbol or two maybe, on his pink mixed with tan and white skin, it was one line of wave, from his wrist to his bicep. D*mn, his biceps, were huge like a baby’s head. Oh, wait, it passed his bicep to his triceps and his shoulder on his right side. So cool.

“Am I that intriguing? Should I take off my shirt?” He asked with a smirk.

The mother f*ck*r is the definition of handsome, even in his smirk, and pitch-black damp silk hair, smelling like he just got out of the island ocean. The breeze hitting my nostrils is so fucken right. Sh*t. Am I losing it? He is exactly, Ryan’s type. He loves them handsome, strong, and big like him, maybe I could mix myself with his sister if he has any. Should I ask him? But no, I just got out of the most heart-wrenching breakup and I don’t want to jinx anything.

I was deep out in my thoughts, not realizing he had taken off his black tank top and was left bare, but no, he gave me his back as he stood up. “God d*mn….” I murmured but quickly covered my mouth.

His back showed case his strong muscles, and the line hollow from his back, to God d*mn in his black short pants. He has a V-line from his lower back, between two dimples, and something I did not mention. His whole back was engulfed with flames and tattoos.

Cleared throat. “Do you have a sister?” trying to ignore the weird feeling I was feeling inside me.

“Why?” without turning to look at me.

“I want to see Ryan,” I changed my subject quickly.

“Mmmh –,” and that’s all he said.

Thunder

If Elio didn’t stop me from punching that d*mn ugly sh*t right on his nose bridge and cracking that sh*t bone, I wouldn’t have met my mate. So, this is what happened, two hours ago, we were in the racing competition, the mother f*ck*ng Lightning whatever team, knew that it had no chance of winning against us, but they decided to go by breaking one of our team’s bikers brakes. 

Ben’s motorbike rolled whilst I was on the first but I couldn’t carry on. Ben, he was like my d*mn son. I had to teach him about motorbikes and riding after the love he showed for racing. And that d*mn Lightnight whatever the team Paul thing, he was on the second whilst Elio was on the third. I lost control turned back in a swift and motioned Elio to carry on. He became number 2.

Ben’s injuries were not deep, and to his fortunate and unfortunate, he was wearing protective gear also, on the other part, he’s not enigmatic like myself. Hellhounds heal pretty fast,