An hour ago.
When Cirrus entered the room, the tangy scents of zesty lemon and spearmint invited him like an old enemy. He shut his eyes, focusing on the scents, and tracked it down.
Tul was groaning in bed with excruciating pain. It was indescribable. His whole body was on fire, inside out. Those slender fingers of his clawed the sheet; the surface was full of Cirrus's clothes; hoodies, shirts, pants, robes, and more. Tul gathered everything around him. He grabs one of the black cashmere sweaters—Cirrus's favorite—and sniffes the fabric to seek comfort in it.
"Tul..." Cirrus softly called his name. The Omega stared at him with tears in his eyes. He was fighting the pain all by himself, yet Cirrus couldn't do anything. Soothing Tul was useless as he might endanger himself.
"Don't come closer, Cir! I might kill you!"
Cirrus stared at Tul in emptiness. That Omega's eyes lost their spark. His sunken cheek was getting worse. His soul has been suck from the inside, little by little. That's how bad the impact of the Red Binder curse is.
Tul suddenly jumped from the bed, running towards the bathroom. He let out his guts, feeling dizzy and sick. Cirrus couldn't stay still anymore. He ran in, helping his Omega who was already in a bad shape. As Cirrus supported Tul's body, the Omega felt a gushing sensation coming out of his body.
His eyes stare at Cirrus in horror.
"Cir..."
Cirrus calmly checks Tul's pants. The fabric was a bit sticky. The Beta inhaled deeply before he placed Tul in the bathtub. He took off Omega's pants and handed him a new pair of pants with a hoodie, along with his favorite cashmere sweater.
Tul donned everything slowly, before Cirrus checked on him one more time. "Let's go," he said less and moved fast. Tul mustered the remaining of his energy, following his Alpha from behind.
On their way out, they met Mei at the staircase.
"Cir, Tul, where are you going?" asks the older Omega.
"I'm taking Tul to the beach..."
"You do know this is not a time for Tul to come out..."
"Trust me. I know what to do."
Mei let out a huge sigh. From her spot, she saw Fa; leaning against the door frame. She gave him a signal, as she was aware of what was coming.
Tul became a princess passenger for today. Usually, Cirrus will let him drive and always claims that Tul is a better driver than him. But, today, it was an exception. His Omega couldn't even lift a finger, let alone held the wheel.
The ride was silent. The sound of winds and waves that smash the sand of the beach had become the background melody. They chose to talk less, counting seconds before the disaster.
The car stopped at a spot next to a beach. There was an altar, surrounded by some sheer white clothes as a cover. But these clothes were not ordinary ones. Cirrus already laced them with some spell, the one that he learned from the elder of the family of Fa's deceased mother, back in Hua Hin, Thailand. It will create a solid barrier to cage whatever is inside the circle.
This was a last resort to end the curse. It's do or die!
"Cir..." Tul grabbed his partner's hand tightly. "If anything happens, don't spare me."
A soft but sharp reminder that made Cirrus choke inside. He pulled Tul into his embrace, sniffed his gland to calm the turbulence inside him.
"Don't worry. If you die, I'll die too..."
Tul pulled his body away from Cirrus. He places his palm softly onto the Beta's cheek. Cirrus stared deep into Tul's eyes, closing the gap between them and sealing their lips.
The Omega grunted, burning into the unspeakable sensation. Cirrus didn't stop, he kept his lips on Tul's skin; from the lips, down to his jaw, dragging to Tul's neck and Adam's apple. He bit him occasionally, showcasing his possessive mode, making Tul claw his back.
No words are coming out. Both of them were busy with the foreplay. Clothes were scattered everywhere inside the black Mustang. All that was left were their bare body, pressing against each other in lust. Tul gasped between Cirrus's seductive touches. His eyes rolled up when the Beta reached down to stimulate him more and more.
Four years in a relationship, Cirrus knows him the best. Acknowledge the pinpoints of his body. Never failed to leave Tul breathless.
Cirrus stopped when Tul experienced the first wave of climax. He knew that wouldn't be sufficient for the Omega. But, that's not what they came here for. He was still in the alert mode.
That's when he grabbed a satin robe from the backseat of the car. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Tul's sight had changed.
Just as he thought, it's time.
He helped Tul with the robe before he got out of the car. He opened the passenger's door and dragged Tul out, ushering him to the altar. Once they arrived, Cirrus placed the Omega on the altar, tied his hands with a piece of red cloth. Then, he recited a chant.
From blood, comes a life
From love, comes a lust
From us, comes a soul
Till death we keep hold...
With that, he dived into the lust with his lovely Omega. They tangled with each other, between grunts and moans, until the air filled with such a nasty tune. Cirrus dominates the game flawlessly, making Tul melt under him. They changed position a few times, until Tul suddenly stepped up the game, turning his body on top while Cirrus was still in him.
Cirrus choked in fear.
It's coming.
Cirrus kept calm, thrusting Tul with one final move, a violent one. He held himself in there for a brief moment until Tul cried out of sensation, ready to knot the Omega. Once the knot was sealed in, Cirrus lowered down his hip, knowing that they were already connected and he would take it slow from there.
But, that's not the case. Tul, who already flopped on Cirrus' body suddenly woke up. His eyes turn yellowish-red, making Cirrus gasp in shock. He felt a sharp pain, followed by a burning sensation on his lower body.
"Tul!" Cirrus grunted in pain. The Omega ignored his plea, instead, he moved his hip up and down like a wild beast.
"Tul... baby... stop!" Cirrus gritted his teeth, fighting with the pain causes by that sudden movement. Tul's body slowly blazed in fire; from his back, down to his legs. His long hair turned greyish. He was moaning uncontrollably.
Cirrus was aware, it was time for him to act. But, this beast unlike any other monster; lust is his food. The Beta's hand—which he uses to hold the pewter syringe—is slowly losing its grip. His eyes roll up, forgoing the black iris.
The last thing that Cirrus heard was a sinister laugh from Tul, the Omega that he loves the most.
Maybe, this is my ending....
Everything turned pitch black.