I guess all's fair in Love & War
Odin's eyes burst open, and he looked down into Mazren's eyes. The were golden tawny, but had a red tint from his anger. Odin felt his heart racing, fear gripping him more than Mazren. He was held up against the wall, his fur roughed up and Mazren's claws digging into his shoulder. "M-m-Mazren..." Odin's voice was shaking badly, his fear slowly rising.
"What do you think you are doing?" Mazren's voice was a growl by this point, his body tensed with anger. He didn't see Odin even though he glared at him. "Well? You better have a good reason..."
Odin was trembling, "I-I-I-I-I'm sorry... I-I-I-I-I don't have a good reason...I'm sorry... I was told to come in here and-" Odin blinked and tears poured out.
Mazren finally saw Odin, he saw the terror and he saw the tears. "Oh shit... I over reacted..." He pulled Odin to himself and laid down on the bed again. "I'm sorry, I over reacted way too much..." He pulled Odin onto his torso, and watched Odin try to calm down, "really Odin, I'm sorry...I just... Don't know what Came over me..." Mazren had seen the fear in Odin and it had scared him. Odin hadn't done anything, Mazren had woken up with his arm around Odin and Odin laid his arm across Mazren's chest. He had done nothing he could help. Sure he was naked but he wasn't doing anything, it wasn't his fault either, he had woken up in the forest naked and had no memories of before that.
Odin sniffed and hid his face in Mazren's fur, even though he had just been terrified he was comforted by Mazren's scent. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I was curled up with you..." He shook in fear, and Mazren turned,keeping hold of Odin and tucking him between his torso and arm. "...Mazren... But..."
Mazren suddenly licked Odin, shutting him up, "don't worry about it, it's my problem... At least here nobody will ever know about this..." Mazren held Odin close, actually enjoying himself although he'd never admit it. He was too ashamed to admit that he liked other guys even though most of the people who knew him already knew about it. Mazren rested his head on Odin's, as he breathed he got a whiff of Odin's scent. Mazren realized that he actually liked Odin's scent, but it only made him hate himself.
Odin looked up towards Mazren without moving his head. Feeling Mazren relax but then tense suddenly he grew worried, "is everything okay Mazren?" He felt Mazren relax again but he soon tensed up again. Odin sat up and rubbed Mazren's chest feeling the muscles tense up.
Mazren sighed, "I just hate myself... This is so wrong but it somehow feels right..." Mazren focused on breathing and trying to relax, closing his eyes. When he opened them again Odin had straddled him. "Ack! What are you doing Odin?"
Odin laid over Mazren, wrapping his arms around Mazren's neck. "There's nothing wrong with this..." Odin nuzzled Mazren, then licking his muzzle. "If it truly was wrong your body wouldn't be so accepting of it. It's all in your head, just accept it..."
Mazren gulped and flipped over, holding himself above Odin. "Odin that's not funny you know..." Odin rolled out from under him, knocking him down and curling up next to Mazren. Odin held one of Mazren 's arms, curling around it.
Odin nuzzled Mazren's upper arm, "I never said it was funny, just that you need to relax and accept this... There's nothing wrong with it, in fact you probably need it..." Odin rolled around, resting his head Odin Mazren's shoulder. "Just open up to what feels natural to you, not what everyone else thinks..."
Mazren pushed Odin away as the bartender entered the room, carrying a stack of leather clothes. "Mazren... Listen to him... No one is going to judge you differently, at least no one who actually matters..." He went to the table and laid the clothes down, then returning his gaze to Mazren and Odin, who was trying to get back under Mazren's arm. He laughed at Odin's attempts getting blocked, "Mazren, nobody cares that you like him... Everyone wants you to just accept himself as a mate... You'd be much happier." He flattened his head fur, the grey hairs lining up in one direction.
Odin saw kindness in the barkeep's old eyes, and then looked at Mazren's. In them he saw sadness, as well as a self hatred. Odin found a weak moment and latched onto Mazren, he wasn't letting go, even though he was barely able to wrap his arms around Mazren. "Don't hate yourself, especially if I can help you out of the sadness..." Odin could somehow connect with that feeling, and he teared up, holding onto Mazren.
Mazren glanced at the barkeep who just smiled and nodded before exiting the room. Mazren held onto Odin and licked the tears, "look, I'm sorry..." He exhaled, shaking a little, "...it's wrong for me to treat you like that, I cam only try to be a good mate for you, but it'll be hard for me."
Odin's grip loosened as he was mo confident he would be able to stay in his spot. "I can tell, but you'll do perfect," he licked Mazren's muzzle then nuzzled him, "you just have to accept who you are. Especially since everyone else has."
