This whole 'Adepti have subgenders' thing is a load of shit. At least, that's what Xiao is thinking.

His mate is busy and hes on the verge of heat. He gathers your clothing and blankets to make a nest. He tosses his own clothes to the side, tugging a sweatshirt of yours over his head.

His mind felt fuzzy and the burning heat in his gut was was pooling, slick dribbling out as he stumbles his way back to the small nest he made. He curls up and whimpers, wishing desperately you were there.