It took days but Xander does get better.

After two days, J was a,ready up and moving, Ryan glued to his side to make sure he was alright. Xander though, Xander scared me so much. He had said he was fine but during the night, he got such a high fever and he was sweating so much.

It took the doctor and some drugs but he's fine now. Better than he had been at the start of the week.

"What are you thinking about?" the familiar deep voice said and I looked up from the book I had been looking at. Xander was walking out of the closet, making his way over to the bed where he had placed his hoodie.

Xander was shirtless, jeans on but unbuttoned. The bruises on his body were slowly fading, gauze on the other cuts. The tribal tattoo on his side just as beautiful as always. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead. He looked really good.

"Bram..."

"Huh...."

Xander stared at me, small smile on his face. He walked over to me, slipping his arms around my waist as he pulls me even closer. I smile up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You keep spacing out, honey." Xander said, nudging his nose against mine.

"I was thinking about you."

Xander's grip around my waist tightened. "I'm right here."

"Doesn't mean I can't think about you." I said, scrunching up my nose a little. "Are you sure you're gonna be alright?"

"It's a short flight and I am alright. No fever, no pain." Xander said, pausing to press a kiss to my nose. "You don't have to worry."

"I'll worry if I want to. You'd do the same if it was the other way around." I said and Xander chuckled. He knew I was right and he knew better than to argue with me.

"You're right, kitten."

"Come on, let's get you ready." I said, pressing my lips against his in a quick kiss. Xander pulls on his hoodie and then slipped o his jacket, it was chilly now. Almost winter. I already had on my clothes. One of Xander's plaid shirt that literally reached my thighs, sleeves almost covering my fingers, jeggings and my Doc Martens. I had packed my hair up into a messy bun and I knew that before I left this house, Xander would take off my hair band.

"When's J and Ryan joining us?" Xander asked as he finally wheels his box towards the door.

"Next week. They want some time to themselves." I said and Xander nods. We made our way down and before I got to the last step, I felt Xander's fingers in my hair and soon enough, my curls were loose. This man and my hair. Honestly.

"Really?"

Xander laughed. "You already knew I was gonna do it anyway."

The ride to the airport was filled with small talk and music, Xander humming while I sang along to Dua Lips, Be The One. Xander stayed right by my side as we walked through the airport, making our way towards what looked like a private or vip gate. We didn't have to wait for any checks, we just got our boarding pass and security led us to where we were meant to go. It wasn't like they showed in those airport security shows and in the movies too. It was... fast.

It was then I noticed we were holding hands. I hadn't even noticed. I moved closer, placing my free hand on his elbow while we kept walking.

It was when I got on the plane that I finally realized what the fuck had happened.

"This is your plane?" I asked, my voice really loud. I couldn't stop staring around. It was so clean, white and gold. Oh my god.

"Oh... did I not tell you?" Xander asked with a shrug, trying to act nonchalant about it. Acting like owning a private plane was like owning a pack of yogurt.

I narrowed my eyes at him and he smiled shyly. "What else do you own that I don't know about?"

"A yacht. A couple of building, some warehouses, a lot of farms, hotels, some restaurants and XPlus Corp." Xander said and I just gaped at him.

"Xander..."

"They're just... thing I have. Things I inherited. To be very honest with you, I have a lot of fucking things but they never... what good are they if they never brought me to you faster? They never made me content, never made me feel as happy as simply holding your hand. They're just things."

I moved closer to my boyfriend, one hand on his neck and the other curling around his hoodie.

"I..."

"I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too." I said, sighing as I pulled him in for a hug. "I love you so much."

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The flight just as Xander has said was short. Five hours and I had spent it curled around Xander on the plane, my head on his shoulder. When Xander had said he'd take care of the flight and destination when I told him about Ryan and I's plan for vacation. I didn't think it meant private plane and an island.

"Oh my god." I said breathlessly for the umpteenth time.

The island was so gorgeous. White sand, the water looked so blue, colourful flowers everywhere, tall trees and the white two storey building at the centre of it all. The house was a ten minutes walk away from the beach and fuck, everything was so beautiful. Oh my god.

I spun around, arms spread out as I took in deep breaths of clean air. I stopped just as Xander walked out of the house and ran to him, jumping into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. I was laughing and so was he, the wind pushing my hair every which way and I just felt so happy. Here. With him. With the love of my life.

I cupped Xander's face and leaned down to kiss him. We were smiling so much that it was merely a brush of the lips but it felt amazing. I let out a loud squeal when Xander spun us around and we just laughed and laughed.

There was no one here but us. It felt good. It felt like we were the only ones in the world. Just I and my Dom.

It was so sunny and warm here, I had to get changed. Xander was reluctant to let me go but I managed to convince him with a few kisses. I took a shower, made sure I cleaned every part of my self before slipping on some shorts that stopped right under my ass and one of Xander's white shirts. I didn't bother putting my hair up because I knew my boyfriend so well.

Xander was in the kitchen cutting up some fruit. He looks up when I stepped into the kitchen and smiled at him. I skipped over to where he was and let out a loud cackle when Xander grabbed me and pulled me up.

"Xan..."

"You look magnificent." he said, tucking his nose into my neck and taking a deep breath.

"It's just a plain shirt and shorts, Xan." I said and he shakes his head. He presses a kiss to my neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. It doesn't take long for the fruit to be forgotten and I was pressed against the wall. We kissed and rutted against each other, Xander grip tightening on my thighs.

I let my head fall against the wall and gasped, moaning out Xander's name loudly.

In the blink of an eye, I was suddenly on the back, on the couch, Xander between my legs, my shirt off and shorts being slipped down my legs.

"Lube? Condoms?"

Xander slipped his hands under the chair and pulled out a large bottle of lube and two rolls of condoms. He was grinning and looking so proud of himself that I couldn' t help but laugh. "Did you hide them all over the house?"

"Yup. The very first thing I did."

I bit my bottom lip as I watched Xander pull off his hoodie. My unbelievably sexy boyfriend. I arched up against him when he leans down. Briefly stopping to say. "If your injuries hurt, tell me and we'll stop."

"Darling, believe me when I say I'm fine." Xander said, nipping at my jaw. "We haven't had sex all week and the bruises can't stop me any more." he said and I giggled. The giggle turns to a moan when Xander slipped his hands down and grabbed my ass, squeezing.

Xander pressed kisses over every inch of my skin, turning me around and lifting my waist and holding it up. He slowly kisses down my spine, my ass, kissing down my thighs, leaving his marks, fingers teasing. Slowly stroking my cock while he kisses me, finger trailing down my hole.

Xander takes his time eating me out, licking and sucking, making me beg and cry and moan so loudly. I was squeezing the pillow so tightly, trying not to come. Xander didn't tell me to.

"Hands above your head." Xander said and I do as commanded. Holding my hands above my head, my thighs going tense as I had nothing to hold and I just. couldn't. come. yet.

I was a begging mess as Xander fingered me open, taking his time, going from one finger, to two and then three. He grabbed the condom and I arched as he slipped into me, letting out a deep moan. He slipped the white shirt around my neck and pulls me back with it, the shirt the perfect pressure against my neck as Xander fucks me hard, deep and fast.

He goes at this and I am a shaking, trembling mess. With each thrust, he managed to hit the spot. Every time. Xander let go of the shirt as he slips down, his body pressed against mine, his hand going around my throat, over the collar, pulling me back to meet each thrust.

I was so so close.

So close.

I felt like I could feel him everywhere. On my skin, fingers in my hair, hand around my cock, on my waist.

"Xan...." I moaned. "Please, please, please...."

Xander kept going, saying these filthy words that kept pushing me over the edge. His voice got deeper, so did his strokes and I was so so close. Almost there. When he does tell me to come, it's with the press of his lips against my ear, his voice echoed around my head and that was all it took. I came so hard, my vision went white.

My legs were shaking and it felt like everything was spinning. I was panting and sweating and fuck, that was good. That was fucking amazing.

"I think you broke me."

Xander laughed, tucking his face into my hair. I could feel his body shake with his laughter. "I can't feel my legs." he said and I giggled. He was such a cutie.

We stayed that way until we caught our breaths. Xander was the first to move and he walked back to the kitchen. I watched him walk away, the muscles of his back, curve of his ass and his toned legs. He walked back in seconds later with a wash cloth. He cleaned me up and helped me stand, helping me slip on my clothes.

"I should wear your clothes more often."

"You should but really, it's your legs that pull me in." He said and I chuckled, shaking my head at him.

"Want me to make us something?" I asked and Xander shakes his head.

"I've got it. Why don't you relax and pick a movie?"

"Okie. Make sure whatever you make is yummy." I warned and Xander smiled. He pressed a kiss to my cheek and slipped on his clothes. Since I had gotten distracted earlier, I didn't get the chance to look around the house. It was a lovely home. White walls, paintings, there was a fire place above the tv and three bedrooms, complete with an en-suite and mini living rooms in them, there was also a sun room, white panels and glass, small flowers around the room, white sofa and a small round table.

I could smell the saltwater from the beach from there. It was such a gorgeous place and it made me so happy. I finally got back to the sitting room and pulled up Hulu, loading up the first episode of The Boys, season two. Xander and I had just finished season one and were eager to get into season two.

Xander falls into the space beside me on the sofa, arm around my shoulder as he pulled me in. It was perfect. Everything felt right and perfect.

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A lil smut

Am I forgiven for the late update?