Blue had been roused by Eivind removing himself from the bed, but not enough to wake up fully, and he continued to exist in a state of semi-consciousness as the wolf fucked around in the bathroom. His back was to Eivind when he returned to the bed, and he only barely noticed as he was pulled up against a chest, and a cock pressed against his ass cheeks. Blue sighed as his eyes fluttered open, and then lips and teeth were gently at his throat... but something didn't feel quite right. A hand touched and pressed against Blue's groin, and Blue turned his head to find a glabrous face pressed against him, a face his groggy, hung over mind didn't recognize.<br/><br/>He screamed.<br/><br/>The young human scrambled against the smooth sheets and fell out of the bed with a hard crash, crawling along the floor and clumsily getting up to his feet. He had fallen off the side of the bed that was farthest from the door, but he was ready to plow his way through the intruder if necessary, anything to get away, anything to not be touched again. His heart was pounding furiously, his body pumped full of adrenaline as he turned to face his molester, wondering where the fuck Eivind was, why wasn't he here, where had his boyfriend, his mate, his protector gone?<br/><br/>"Don't fucking come near me," Blue hissed, holding one hand up while the other reached for the lamp on the bedside table, ready to swing at the stranger's skull if needed. He held the lamp up by the neck, breathing hard. "Who the fuck--" but he stopped. The lamp slowly came down as Blue stared, looking at the stranger's thick hair, his long sharp nose, his deep set eyes with just a hint of gold.<br/><br/>"Eivind?" he said, setting the lamp back down with a loud<i>thud</i>and shaking his head, his mouth agape and his gray eyes growing glassy. "I thought... I thought you were... you can't fucking do that!" He screamed at him, bringing a shaky hand up to his face and wiping at tears that had begun to to fall down his cheeks. "I didn't fucking recognize you, Eivind! And you snuck up on me... you can't sneak up on me like that. You just can't!"<br/><br/>Blue turned away, hugging his own body as he choked on his sobs. Things had been so good between them, he had felt so safe, he didn't expect such a simple misunderstanding to set him off, but apparently he hadn't completely gotten over the linger fear left over from his time with Lofgren's pack. The idea of someone, anyone other than Eivind touching him was not just repulsive, but truly horrifying, and for one brief but intense moment Blue had thought someone had managed to get past his overprotective boyfriend and slither into his bed to take advantage of him. Again.<br/><br/>He exhaled a shaky, unsure breath, not wanting to turn around and look at his lover. "Why would you do that?" he asked accusingly. Blue had never asked Eivind to shave. He hadn't wanted it. Just cleaned up, that's all, which Eivind had done last night. "I didn't recognize you," he repeated, hanging his head.