This is a double update, read previous chapter if you haven't

Tao wasn't expecting her to be standing where she had been, sure she'd run away the moment the doors opened.  So he didn't know what to say when he turned and found her, looking awkward and surprisingly cute in his shirt.

Well, it was his shirt so it was bound to be an improvement over that disastrous golden bra – anything would be an improvement over that – but it wasn't just that. The fact that she was wearing his shirt, mixing her scent with his, was making him feel strangely possessive and he didn't know if it was a good thing.

He was supposed to ignore her, according to Mei but how was he going to do it if she went around like that? Tch, this mating business was fussier than he'd thought it would be.

What was she doing here anyway? Why hadn't she run after her precious Lay when he left, huh? Did she want to return his shirt? Like he'd take it back after she'd contaminated it with her germs…

His traitorous mind conjured weird images that he hastily pushed away. Now was not the time to think how she'd look peeling that shirt off. He needed to appear cold and aloof, so he schooled his features into indifference and gazed at her coolly.  

'What?' He asked shortly and it made her flinch. He almost apologized before remembering Mei's instructions – cool and unconcerned, that's what he was.

'I… uh,' she peeked up at him for a moment, seeming to struggle with something before raising her head to face him properly, looking determined. 'Are you okay?'

Tao blinked, surprised. 

'I'm… fine,' he replied, a little flustered. 'Thanks for asking.'

'Really?' Her voice was small and she wasn't looking at him, staring at his feet instead but she sounded sincere and warmth unfurled inside him. She was really here, asking if he was alright. A small smile escaped his lips. 'Yeah, really.'

She glanced at him before quickly looking away but her relief was evident and it made him feel strange. In a really nice way.

They stood awkwardly, neither knowing what to say then they began at the same time, 'Listen…'

They stared at each other before bursting out into embarrassed laughter and it suddenly felt natural – as if they hadn't spent the best part of the last few weeks being awkward around each other, as if she hadn't been avoiding him, as if they were still friends. He liked it.

'You go first,' he told her, still smiling.

'No, you first,' she replied, head down and still staring at his feet but her face was blushing and it was strangely appealing.

Before he could say anything else – he wasn't really sure what he'd wanted to say in the first place but he had been going in the direction of asking her maybe if she would like to hang out with him and crap, Mei was going kill him for that, he wasn't freaking supposed to ask her out, he was supposed to ignore her!!!! – Chen's voice interfered, effectively stopping the rant inside his head.

'I'll go first,' he spoke, suddenly popping out of nowhere and scaring the crap out of him. He screamed, jumping and clinging to the nearest person, who conveniently happened to be Raina.

Arms suddenly full of full-grown Legend and her balance already compromised by the heels, it was hardly surprising that she stumbled, nearly fell.  And then, Chen (un)helpfully stuck his leg out and she really did fall, unable to throw her arms out to break it because… well, she couldn’t just drop Tao, now could she?

She landed on her , sharp pain shooting up her tailbone and teeth clacking painfully, almost biting her tongue off. She ignored that in favor of checking if he was okay. She opened to ask and suddenly, Tao jerked forward, jaw banging against painfully.

They let out simultaneous, pained yowls, separating and Raina pushed him back, one hand cradling her lips – she was sure they were bleeding – and the other holding on to his arm for support.

Loud cackles echoed behind them and Raina peeked over his shoulder in time to see Chen giving her a thumbs up before prancing off.

In the silence following his departure, she became acutely aware of the Legend – shirtless and so, so hot – currently in her lap, thighs bracketing hers and looming over her. Which might've been intimidating and awkward or both except for the fact that he was still tearing over his aching jaw.

'Ow,' He said, meeting her teary eyes with his own tear-filled ones.

'Ow,' he repeated, a pout forming on his lips and she swallowed the sudden urge to just lean forward and kiss it better.

'Ouch,' she replied, sniffing a little because her was getting numb and she was losing feeling in her legs because Tao was heavy.

'Get off!' she weakly pushed against his shoulder and heaved a sigh of relief when he obliged, feeling coming back into her legs. Curling them underneath her, she knelt forward and pushed his fingers, still cradling his jaw, aside.

'I'm sorry…' she muttered, fingers tracing over the indents where her teeth had apparently dug in, feeling guilty.

'I-its okay,' he replied, voice soft and she swallowed because wow, she hadn't realized she'd leaned so close. His lips were literally a few centimeters away, the kitty-curl corners pulling upwards as he smiled, muscles shifting underneath her tips.

Blood rushed to her face, making her ears pound and she hurriedly pulled her hand away as if burned. Good lord, she had actually touched his face, oh god, she was going to pass out of hyperventilation.

Thankfully, she was saved from the urge to swoon – what? She'd actually touched the love of her life, that was worth swooning over – as the bell rang, startling them. In just one period, she'd managed to see the love of her life shirtless, talked to him and touched his face.

She blushed again, feeling giddy and happy. Baekhyun and Chen might've gone to an extreme but she wasn’t going to complain, not when things turned out the way they had and she got to wear Tao's shirt as well. She was so not returning it and she was trying to come up with a valid excuse of keeping it when Tao stood up, extending a hand towards her.

Feeling like swooning again – it was hard enough that he was so close in his full, shirtless, sweaty glory, bangs falling into his eyes and now he had to go and act like a prince – she took hold of it, tightening her fingers around his as he pulled her up.

She faltered when blood rushed back into her legs, pins and needles spreading all over and might've fallen again if he hadn't caught her, hand around her waist.  She put her hands out to regain her balance, heat rising over her neck when her fingers dug into his bare shoulders.

His face was close and she her suddenly dry lips, throat closing when his eyes followed the movement intently, flashing crimson and he leaned closer. Her eyes slid shut, anticipation uncoiling inside her tummy as she waited to finally feel his lips…

The door swung open, banging against the walls with the force and they sprang apart. Her heart was fluttering like a butterfly and she was sure everyone could see what they'd been about to do on her face.

A feeling confirmed when Baekhyun let out a loud whistle and Mei shot her thumbs up over his shoulder, Luhan glancing curiously between them.

'Hate to interrupt your make-out,' Baekhyun smirked, wiggling his brows naughtily and making her flush harder; Tao merely rolled his eyes, not bothering to deny it, 'but we need to leave before the firemen get here. C'mon, you two.'

Turning back on his heel, he headed back out and Mei threw them another meaningful look before Luhan dragged her away. Raina tried to quietly follow after them but stopped at the tug on her hand. She looked back and Tao arched a brow, smiling a little. 'Friends, right?'

She swallowed and nodded. Desire to jump him and her awkwardness around him notwithstanding, they were friends, first and foremost. 'Of course.'

'Hang out with me tonight, then…' he said, stepping ahead and pulling her along, 'We'll go karaoke.'

'O-okay,' she nodded almost unconsciously, severely distracted by his , toned and tapered, utterly delicious-looking, 'sure.'

'Great.' He threw a smile over his shoulder and time slowed to a halt, making her gulp.

She was so screwed.

…………………………

Suho was sure this sudden bout of good luck wasn't going to last long, so he was determined to make the most of it. The troublesome foursome was at the university, along with the cubs, Kris, Lay and the girls and Luhan would be practicing until evening, so he was blessedly alone with his wife. And determined to claim her before the respite ended.  

So he slid his arms around Angel's waist, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling her scent. She jumped a little at the sudden contact but he tightened his arms to stop her from turning around.

'Finish it quickly,' he muttered in her ear, watching as her hands trembled a little as she stirred whatever she was cooking.

'A-almost done,' she replied and he was glad that she was as eager for this as he was.

He hadn’t gotten to properly claim his mate because of his idiotic brothers who thought it was funny to bury alarms all over his room. The only reason he hadn't strangled them on the spot was because it was rude to abandon your wife on the wedding night.

They'd settled for making out instead and his fantasy of slowly peeling the strapless, white dress off her with his teeth had gone unfulfilled. He'd promised himself – and her, making her blush like a fire-engine – that he would do it if it was the last thing he did.

He hadn't proposed her properly, they were wedded in a hurry and now, he couldn’t even make love to her when he wanted to. It was so unfair – why did he have to have brothers who found amusement in making his life hell? He couldn't wait for the HQs to be renovated; he'd throw his brothers back in there, lock himself inside his sound-proof room and not emerge until they were both fully sated.

Angel blushed, hearing his thoughts and he thought it was cute. Just like pink apron she was wearing. Though it'd be even cuter when it was off her.

'Suho…' she half-whispered, half-giggled as fingers played with the string, slowly loosening it. 'I'm almost done, I'll take it off…'

'Mmm,' Suho mumbled, feeling a light-headed, intoxicated on her scent, 'but I wanna take it off you.'

Red rose along her neck, spreading rapidly and he couldn't help but trace the path with his lips. The spoon clattered to the floor as her fingers loosened, distracted by the pleasure.  Nuzzling up her neck, his hand rose to turn her head to the side so he could capture her lips, the other turning the stove off so they wouldn't have to worry about anything else but enjoying each other.

She turned around in his arms, all but melting against him as his hand cradled her head gently. Fingers tugging at the strings, he pulled back to drag the apron off, ruffling her hair and knocking her glasses askew. She giggled breathlessly, the sound making all blood rush south and Suho growled, getting impatient.

Still, he took the time to set her glasses aside and a moment to appreciate her beautiful eyes, clouded with desire just for him, hair haloing her face and framing her delicate neck. She was so beautiful, she took his breath away.

So he took hers in return, claiming and kissing her until they were both panting against each other. It wasn’t enough so he kissed her again, pushing back until she hit the countertop, then cupping her – she squeaked in surprise – to lift her up and putting her on the counter, face level with him.

His didn't want to let go of the luscious flesh between his fingers but her entire body was luscious and he wanted to map it all with his hands. So he dragged them up, pulling her dress with them until he was holding her waist.

He let go of in favor of looking at her face, flushed with pleasure, and drew small circles along the curve before sliding his palms to her tummy and caressing it with his thumbs. The flesh trembled, her breath stuttering as she held his gaze, looking dazed and so, so beautiful. So… his.

Leaning in, he pecked her lips softly and smiled when she whined as he broke the kiss. 'You're so beautiful…' he muttered, kissing the corners of , her cheeks before feathering his lips over her jaw and nipping at her earlobe.

'Suho…' Her breathless moan was music to his ears and he knew his eyes were turning red, the beast clamoring inside to him to be let out, so it could be near her as well. And looking at her face, he knew she was more than willing to let it have its way, let them both have their way because the time for resistance was long gone. She'd accepted him, beast and all, and he had no reason to hold back.

So he didn't and his fingers curled into claws, nails raking over the sensitive skin of her tummy before slowly tracing lower. Her breath hitched when he flattened his palms over the softness of her thighs, creamy and pliant beneath his fingers. Fingers that dug, leaving marks as desire got the best of him.

Outside, there was the tell-tale pitter patter of rain as his powers ran out of control.

Growling low in his throat, he attacked her lips, more ferociously than before and she gasped at the roughness of the gesture, at teeth that nipped her lips and made desire pool in her stomach. She squirmed, wanting to get close, to touch him.

Hearing her thoughts, he shifted, fingers digging into her thighs to part them and make room for him, dragging her forward at the same time so she was pressed against him, curves melding against his chest.

The touch made her gasp because she was so sensitized and they'd barely even started. Suho growled again and the sound made her tummy jump, in the most exciting way. She knew he was beginning to lose control, that the beast which was a part of his soul, was taking over and it excited her more than she'd thought it would.

But Suho's eyes were red and he looked so wild, gaze smoldering when she managed to open her eyes, taking in her features like he couldn’t wait to devour her – mine, she could hear it inside her head, the constant chant the beast had taken up – and it sent a jolt of excitement down her spine.

Yours… she tried sending back to him and apparently it worked because his eyes widened before narrowing, nostrils flaring before he smashed their mouths together, hands leaving her thighs – she tried not to feel too disappointed – in favor of digging into her hair and yanking her head back, lips trailing down her neck, teeth raking and nipping.

Another shudder jolted her when he led at the point where her neck met her shoulders, teeth digging just hard enough to be this side of painful, hard enough to leave his mark. The thought of being marked like this – so… primitively – made her boneless, head falling to the side to give him better access.

His fingers danced over her arms, caressing soothingly in sharp contrast to the way he was biting her neck, before slipping underneath the straps of her dress, gently sliding them off her shoulders. Finally leaving her neck – it was going to bruise, she was sure of it – he kissed his way from her clavicle to her shoulder.

The edges of his teeth pressed into the skin there as well and she couldn't help but whimper, beginning to feel both impatient and overwhelmed. She could feel his smile against her skin and hit his arm weakly because really, this was no laughing matter.

'You're so cute, baby…' his voice, though gruff, held the teasing edge that she both loved and hated. Loved because he was only like that with her and hated because it usually meant her discomfort or annoyance or both.

She protested when he backed off completely, pulling away from between her arms, whining and pouting. Well, she could be excused – they were married now, she didn't want to wait!

 He laughed, delight clear on his face and she could feel the smugness rolling through their link.

'Suho…' she whined again, holding her arms out so he would move in them and resume what he'd been doing.

'In a minute, sweetheart,' he told her and she knew he was just delighting in her discomfort once again; huffing, she slid off the countertop and stumbled, not realizing until then just how boneless she'd been feeling.

He was on her the moment she straightened, pulling her into his arms and urging her legs to wrap around him. She looked down at him, the new position putting her a little higher and smiled, leaning down to kiss him, hair sliding over his face.

Another bolt of delight went through their link – it always made him happy when she initiated anything – and they were busy kissing languidly as Suho blindly made his way across the living room to get to their bedroom when there was a loud, zipping sound.

Angel straightened in surprise, then yelped when Suho suddenly put her down and pushed her behind him. 'What the hell?' He demanded and she could feel his immense irritation at being interrupted. Again.

Seemed like they were destined for this kind of disruption even in their marriage. The thought irritated her much as it irritated him but the look on his face made her giggle.

Then yelp as her eyes landed, over his shoulder, on the man on their sofa and the shirtless boy beside him. She buried her face in Suho's back – no, no, no!  He was the only man she had any desire to see in any degree of . Him and no one else. 

'Sorry,' Kai muttered, blushing and looking anywhere but at them, 'but I couldn't leave him there.'

Suho closed his eyes as if praying for patience before letting out a sigh. 'What happened?'

'I think his fever has started.'

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A/N

Yeah, Suho's never getting any action XD I'm evil, hehe

Anyway, do comment and let me know what you guys think... I've been busy, so couldn't update last week, hopefully it wouldn't come to that again. 

Oh and did you guys see Lotto? that's like all my mafia exo fantasies come to life and the beat is awesome, I'm loving the live and studio versions both.. just hope Kai gets well soon though I totally love that Sehun and Lay got additional screen time :D anyway, hope you enjoyed the update. Later ^^