Control Yourself

*“Waylon’s rage was infamous, especially when it came to protecting the ones he loved. Waging war on anyone who threatened to hurt them, he fought to control himself constantly. The third to face his tests, and perhaps the one who will find his the hardest to do. Old wounds are revealed, and his decision will finally close the scars or lead to him destroying his betrothed heart, and the Earth.”*

“Hey Waylon. Where’s Willow? She hasn’t been here to the gym all day.” A gym patron asked hi.

Waylon scratched his head. "I haven’t spoken to her all day.”

"Oh…it’s just that I thought you two were-” The gym patron paused, and Waylon’s loud laugh boomed through the gym.

"We’re dating. I’m not ashamed at all to admit that. I called her, but she hasn’t answered. I know she was spending time with her brother. Since I’m done for the day, I plan to head to her house.”

Ending his conversation with the man, Waylon walked to the back of the gym. In a hidden space, he vanished to Willow’s house.

"Lolo are you here?”

The house was dark, "Way?” She said, low coming from the bedroom. "M-maybe we can see each other another day? I’m not feeling too well.”

He took a few steps towards the room. "Is that why you weren’t at work today?”

"Yes. Sorry for not calling you back. I just REALLY don’t feel well.” Waylon flipped on the light. Willow looked up to him and quickly turned her face.

His eyes reddened. "Lolo turn around.”

“No.”

"Turn around.” He asked her more sternly, and she sighed and faced him. A large bruise sat on her cheek, and she heard him blow steam from his nose.

"Who did this to you?” His voice was deadly, and she knew it was best to tell him.

“Jermaine. He hasn’t been taking his medicine, and I-I was trying to get him to take it and go back to the hospital, he accidentally-”

"Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” He cautioned her.

Her tears fell. "He got mad and hit me.”

Waylon’s eyes turned blood red, and she flinched. "Where the fuck is he?”

She shook her head. "I honestly don’t know.” Storming around the room, Waylon inhaled deeply. His eyes locked onto a hoodie, and he grabbed it and sniffed it.

"Is this his?”

"I-”

"IS THIS HIS?!” His voice boomed scaring her.

"Yes,” Willow whispered. He nodded. She watched in horror as a sinister smile curled onto his face. Saying nothing else. He disappeared from the room, hearing Willow before he left.

"Pl-please don’t kill him. He’s the only family I got.” She laid on the bed and cried until her body shook.

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Jermaine stood on the ledge of the tallest building he could find. He inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes feeling the wind in his hair. Opening them, he saw a large man, who he recognized from the gym. "Are you here to kill me for hurting Will?”

Waylon shook his head. "I’m glad we understand one another.”

"It would probably be a lot less messy than jumping huh?” He turned to Waylon. "You know, I heard it’s just like flying. Do you think that’s true? I really hope it’s true, because then maybe I’d finally be able to get this anger from my chest.”

Processing his words, Waylon stepped closer to him. "What are you angry about?”

Jermaine chuckled, "How long do I have before you kill me? I’ll run you off a list.”

*"I heard it’s just like flying"*

*"But if you fly when I need your feet on the ground here with me…what kind of big brother would you be?"*

Waylon thought of the pain in Willow’s eyes and she tried to tell him what happened. He sighed, feeling his anger boil inside his chest. "You know, if you choose to fly when Willow clearly needs you on the ground with her…what kind of brother would you be?” He saw Jermaine's body still as he thought of Willow.

“I-I’ve never laid a hand on her and tonight, I just lost it. It wasn’t even about her, it was the fact that I’m still so messed up. I know I should be taking my medicine, but it makes me feel like another completely different person, and the fact that I hit her, makes me realize I would probably do it again.” Jermaine backed away from the ledge and walked to Waylon. "I’m ready now.”

Waylon picked him up by his throat. His eyes bulged from his skull as Waylon’s massive hand strangled him. As much as he wanted to kill him, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. "She would never forgive me and if I hurt her, I’ll never forgive myself.” He placed Jermaine back onto the ground. "I’m going to help you. We’re going to find a program that fits, one that can help you find the proper dosage for your meds so you don’t feel like a different person. You’re GOING to apologize to your sister and you’re GOING to get better.” He felt his anger rising. "You ever fucking touch her again, I’m going to rip you apart. You better be at the gym in the morning. If not for you, for her.”

Jermaine nodded through teary eyes and Waylon escorted him from the building. He kept his mind on Willow, to keep from losing control.

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Willow laid in the bed, with the lights dim. Feeling Waylon’s large body behind her, she sniffled. "Did you kill him?”

He gave her silence, and then pulled her to him. "No. I couldn’t do that to you.”

"Thank you” She murmured. "H-how did you-”

"I was on the ledge once Lolo. And had Declan not saved me, I wouldn’t be here today. So, I get what rage does to you, how far it can push, but I also know that I couldn’t live like that and continue to hurt the ones I care about.” Willow clasped the ruby ring, seeing it illuminate against her neck. "I guess I passed.” She turned to him, and he turned away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he couldn’t help but chuckle. "Are you spooning me?”

Willow nuzzled in his neck. "There’s nothing wrong with being the little spoon Way…I can love on you, everybody needs it.” Waylon froze and she hugged him tighter. “I know that makes you nervous, but I can’t help how I feel.”

Waylon inhaled sharply. "I can love on you too Lolo.” He gripped her arm and kissed it and she nuzzled into him more.

"I can feel that you’re still angry.”

"I’m always angry.”

She shook her head. "Not like this.”

Reaching behind him, Waylon touched her face, and she felt warmth flow through her. He finally turned and looked at her, the bruise gone. "Seeing your bruise sent me in a rage, and that doesn’t just go away though what you admitted to me, made me happy.”

"Well…why not take it out on me?” She whispered against his ear.

"What?”

She kissed his cheek. "You passed your test Way…you helped my brother, why not celebrate with me?”

Waylon pulled her arms from around him and stood up. He looked at her wildly. "That’s not funny. I'm already pissed Willow, and of course, you know I would never hurt you *but I will hurt you* so knock it off.”

She stood and glared at him. Balling her fist to her side, her eyes reddened. "Stop scolding me. I am a grown woman. You told me to say I like it… and now you’re mad because I’m telling you what I like? You knock it the fuck off.”

"Stop provoking me Willow…”

"Stop giving me a reason to.”

Her face red, she glared at him hard, and he could sense her irritation. She saw him smirk and shake his head.

"There it is.” He grinned sinisterly.

He grabbed her hair and kissed her deeply. Releasing her, Waylon took a step forward his body seeming to grow. She back away towards the bed and he smiled his eyes gleaming. The back of Willow’s foot hit the bed, and she realized she had nowhere else to go. Waylon touched her shoulder,

"You know, I can gentle if you want.”

Though his words said one thing, his jaw twitched telling her, he was still pissed off from earlier. He was trying to be calm for her, gentle for her, and while she loved that about him, the truth was gentle was the last thing on her mind. She shook her head no, and Waylon spun her around, his husky voice against her ear, "Palms down on the bed.”

A rush of excitement flew through her, and she quickly did as he asked. Waylon tore her bottoms away and slapped her hard on the ass. She grunted but remained in place and waiting patiently for him to do it again. Waylon closed his eyes.

*Fucking hell*

"Wha-”

She felt him spread her legs with his foot. Grabbing onto them, Waylon lifted her from the ground. "Don’t move your hands,” he said sternly, and she bit the side of her lip and nodded.

Holding on to her thighs, Waylon drove his face between them. Willow's eyes rolled into the back of her head, as he drew hard circles on her clit. Effortlessly, Waylon placed her legs onto his shoulders. Holding her around her waist with one arm and used the other to enter a finger inside her ass. Willow jerked and he tightened his grip on her waist and bit her. He licked down and swirled his tongue inside her before returning to her clit, biting it again.

She gripped into the bed hard with her fingers, determined not to ball her fist. Her legs shook and as she prepared herself for an amazing orgasm, Waylon stopped. He dropped her to the bed, enjoying her flustered face. He tilted his head, and his expression made her eyes widened.

"Willow…”

"Y-yes?”

He joined her by her on the bed. Lifting her shirt, he exposed the side of her waist. "Are you mad that I stopped?”

"Yes.”

"Good.”

She saw his fangs drop. "T-they’re…”

“Red in their armored form…and you want to know why?” Her breath labored she shook her head. "Because…” He kissed her waist and she shivered, as he entered two fingers inside of her while using his large thumb against her clit. "Unlike my brothers…mine aren’t just for drinking blood.” He scathed her skin, and she shuddered, a cooling sensation hitting her body before landing hard against her wetness.

"Fu-”

He scathed her again, and heat rose from her toes to her face, centering again between her thighs, stopping her words. Every sense heightened, her face flushed, at his slow torture alternated her body temperature. "This is going to be intense, but I want something from you.” He scathed her again and she moaned, it hitting her again. "Say thank you.”

Waylon picked up his pace working against her G-spot and her clit. Her body convulsed, the built-up orgasm causing her to grip hard into his hair. He sank his teeth into her side, and both hot and cold rushed directly to her center, shocking her entire body causing an earth-shattering orgasm.

"THANK YOU! OH MY FU-THANK YOU!” She screamed as she drenched his hand.

Waylon kissed her waist, and she turned away. He laughed and joined her at her side, "Why are you mad at me now?”

"I’m not mad. I’m embarrassed. That’s the second time you’ve made me do that,” she pointed to the large wet spot on the bed.

"Bet I can make you do it again.”

"THAT IS NOT FUNNY!”

He laughed and pulled her close, "Don’t be embarrassed. I almost lost my mind when you first did it. It’s a big turn on.” She faced him and he kissed her nose, "Such a little brat.”

Pulling him to her, she kissed him deeply. "Um, I know earlier we kinda said it but-”

He arched his brow, "Mhm.” He felt her ball her fists.

"I want to really say it.”

He kissed her. "I love you Willow.”

She smiled. "'I love you too Waylon.” She kissed him again. Propping herself up, she slid her hands down his stomach. They landed at his pants, and she unclasped them. Kicking them off, Waylon smirked when she reached into his briefs.

"IT’S HARD!” She blurted. "I mean ugh! You know what I mean.”

His eyes gleamed in amusement and he shook his head. "My armor is everywhere. I can control it, though this time…” He grinned and his eyes reddened slightly. Willow knew exactly what he meant, and she closed her legs. He sat up and kissed her neck, and her nipples hardened. "I love that you’re so-”

She pulled away her eyes matching his. "Much like you?” Gripping him again, she stroked his manhood. "I. Like. It-and I want as much as I can take.”

Pulling her to him, he whispered against her lips, "Be careful what you wish for…I’m no longer taking it easy on you.”