Bodhi crouches over Galen, kissing a line down his throat and across his shoulders. He finds a spot just below Galen's collarbone, a spot that won't show under the collar of the soft tunic shirts Galen wears these days.

He wants, needs to mark Galen, to claim him. There's something primal, visceral about it, about feeling Galen's skim heat under his mouth, about holding Galen as he bites down to redden the flesh.

About know Galen enjoys it.