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Stacked Pulses-One Shot (Sylus x Zayne)
God of War (6 Parts) (Sylus, Zayne x Non MC)
Nocturnal Hunt-One Shot (Xavier x Non MC)
Guardian (4 Parts) (Xavier, Caleb x Non MC)
Beneath the Waves-One Shot (Caleb x Rafayel)
Just Friends? (3 Parts) (Caleb x Non MC)
Guardian (4 Parts) (Caleb, Xavier x Non MC)
Endless Summer (5 parts) (Caleb, Zayne x Non MC) (COLLEGE AU)
Lucid Dream (Caleb x Non MC) (SELF AWARE FIC)
Let It Snow-One Shot (Zayne x Non MC)
Stacked Pulses-One Shot (Zayne x Sylus)
Endless Summer (5 parts) (Zayne, Caleb x Non MC) (COLLEGE AU)
God of War (6 Parts) (Zayne, Sylus x Non MC)
Beneath the Waves-One Shot (Rafayel x Caleb)
Steamy Tones-One Shot (Rafayel x Non MC)
Under the Moonlight-Collection of Short Stories (Valko x Non MC)
Confessions
Tattoos & Tequila (Sylus, Caleb x Non MC) Ongoing
Chaos & Moonshine (Rafayel, Valko x Non MC) Coming Soon
Entwined
Dangerous (Sylus x Non MC)
Hidden Shadow (Rafayel x Non MC)
His Gravity (Caleb x Non MC: Side story)
Curious what Mephisto looks like as a human in Entwined
Check him out here
Healing Hearts
Second Chance (Caleb x Non MC)
Heat
Steam-One Shot (Sylus x Non MC)
Fiery Embrace-One Shot (Caleb x Non MC)
Melt-One Shot (Zayne x Non MC) Coming Soon
Myths
Annihilation (Zayne, Caleb x Non MC)
When Night Comes (Sylus x Non MC)
Netherlord (Caleb x Non MC)
Darkness Comes (Xavier x Non MC) Coming Soon
Once Upon a... Fairytale?
Neverland (Caleb, Sylus x Non MC) (PIRATE/PETER PAN FIC)
Coming Soon
Tag List: @aiycnlyme, @aweebs, @jo260401, @blackhearteyes999
TW: AU, threesome M/M/F, M/M, M/F, smut, penetrative sex
Warnings:
This is an explicit fic told by Non MC.
There is penetrative male/male sex in this fic. Each fic in this series will be M/M/F. The LaDs boys all have different occupations in this series than in the game. If any of those things bother you, this isn't the fic for you!
Summary: They grew up together, opened a tattoo shop together and have always done everything as friends... but she wants more than that from one of them. What she doesn't know is the other one wants them both...
Word Count: 4,495
Tattoos & Tequila - Chapter 13 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Getting from the shop to my place was a lesson in patience that almost had me laughing hysterically on the sidewalk.
You know when you're so desperate for something that everything that happened before you got it felt like it took an eternity?
Yeah. That was how things went as soon as Sylus suggested ‘taking things elsewhere.’
After a few more kisses that almost led to me pinned to a wall with Caleb buried as deep as he could get, the three of us finally separated long enough to get dressed.
Which we did quickly.
None of us spoke… the tension in the air was thick enough I could almost taste it, and the result was my skirt twisted around my hips and Sylus’ shirt on inside out and backwards.
Caleb couldn't keep his eyes or his hands off me. He kept grabbing my ass or my hip and pressing kisses along my shoulders and neck, his touch leaving my body feeling like it was on fire all over again.
I knew he was desperate… I was too but something about knowing that he couldn't look at or touch me enough made my stomach clench.
Sylus was quiet the whole time, but I could feel his gaze on me like a physical touch, tracing every dip and curve like he was memorizing where he wanted to put his mouth and hands first once we were at my place.
It wasn’t until we got outside and they discovered I had walked and would need to ride with one of them that things got interesting.
Caleb's smirk was instantaneous, sharp as a blade. "You're riding with me."
Sylus' hand shot out and grasped my wrist. "Like hell she is."
The tension between them crackled before Caleb leaned in, his voice dropping to that rough murmur that made my stomach flip, "You plan to fight me for it? If I win, I think I’ll have her sit on my cock the whole way there."
He turned to look at me, gaze heated.
"Think about it…" he murmured, taking a step closer. "My cock inside your tight little pussy the whole way…" another step "… think anyone will notice?" another step until he was right in front of me "Would you be able to keep a straight face or would your desire be written all over your face?"
Heat flared in me, my eyes going a little hazy as I pictured the scene he was painting. I could already feel my cheeks warming at the thought of it, and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from reacting and begging him to do it.
Sylus let out a dark, humorless laugh as he watched the flush spread across my skin. His grip on my wrist tightened just enough to make me whimper—eyes flashing red with something dangerous.
"Oh?" he murmured, stepping forward until his chest was pressed against my back. "Would you like that, kitten?"
I shuddered, a low whimper leaving my lips before I could stop it.
Caleb's smirk widened into something downright feral.
"Look at that," he murmured, reaching out to drag a rough fingertip along my bottom lip. "You want it."
"That's not an answer, kitten," Sylus murmured, his hand sliding down to grip the curve of my ass before adding darkly, "Use your words. Do you want to ride his cock while he drives?"
"Y-yes," I admitted in a shaky whisper… the confession seeming to send electricity crackling between all three of us.
Caleb let out a low chuckle, his thumb dragging across my lips before pulling back.
"Guess that's settled then," he murmured with a glance at Sylus.
Sylus' grip on my wrist tightened for a fraction of a second, eyes flashing dangerously as he stared Caleb down then, with terrifying calm, he released me and took a step back.
"Fine." The word came out like gravel underfoot. "But you don't get to come until we get there." His gaze flicked to me, dark with promise, then back to Caleb.
"Either of you," he mumbled with a smirk.
The smirk on Caleb’s face faltered for just a second, surprise flickering in his eyes before it was quickly smothered by something far more dangerous.
"Fuck," he rasped, running a hand through his dark hair as he let out a rough exhale.
"You worried you can't make it?" Sylus asked, his voice mocking as he raised one eyebrow.
Caleb's gaze snapped back to his and he bared his teeth.
"I'll make it, don't worry."
And as soon as he said the words, I felt my stomach drop.
This was going to be a long ride… literally.
Sylus' smirk widened, the expression almost looking bloodthirsty.
"Good." He turned to look at me. "Try not to make a mess before we get there."
I felt my cheeks go bright red but I kept my mouth shut as I watched Caleb walk over to his bike then straddle the seat before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to pull his cock out.
"Come on, baby," he purred. "Time to go for a ride."
I felt my heart skip a beat then a shiver ran down my spine as I stared at the long, thick length in his fist warily… sitting on his cock while he drove to my place was going to be torture but I was a big girl, and I could handle this.
Right?
Walking up to the bike, I tried to keep my expression casual as if my heart wasn't beating so hard I felt like it might come up my throat.
I straddled the seat in front of him, put my hands on the handlebars and leaned forward with my ass in the air… silently waiting to see what he would do.
He chuckled, his hand settling on my thigh.
"Eager, are you?" he teased.
I tried to keep from trembling as I looked over my shoulder at him.
"Shut up."
"Tsk, not a very nice way to talk to your ride," he mumbled while stroking his cock.
Seconds later, he notched the head of his cock against my entrance and pushed.
I bit my lip hard enough to hurt, trying and failing to suppress a moan as he guided himself into me inch by torturous inch. My fingers clenched around the handlebars until my knuckles turned white, legs trembling as I lowered my ass until I was sitting in his lap.
"Fuck..." he rasped, hands flexing on my waist like he was physically holding himself back from saying fuck it and wrecking me right here in the parking lot.
Sylus, who had been watching the whole time with an expression that could only be described as hungry, let out a dark chuckle.
"You feel that?" Caleb rasped against my ear as he ground his hips up against mine. "How hard I am? And we haven't even started the bike yet..."
He punctuated the last few words by rolling his hips upward in one slow drag that had my pussy squeezing around him as my eyes slid shut with a low moan.
"Careful, kitten," Sylus murmured warningly. "No coming until I say so…"
My eyes snapped open, and I realized I had unconsciously leaned back against Caleb's chest until my head was resting on his shoulder as I rocked my ass against him.
"Damn it—" Caleb bit out, his grip on my hips turning bruising. "She’s not gonna last."
I whimpered pathetically when Sylus stepped close enough that I could feel the heat or his body as he dragged a fingertip up the inside of my thigh until his fingers drifted over my clit.
"No," he agreed smoothly, voice dripping with amusement. "She won't."
Then he reached down and started the bike with a dark chuckle.
The roar of the engine vibrated through my entire body, sending a jolt straight to my pussy as Caleb's hips snapped up involuntarily. My back arched off his chest with a sharp cry because it was almost too much too fast as my hips spasmed, the movements causing my wet pussy to slide up and down his thick length.
Sylus' smirk turned downright predatory as he revved the bike before leaning in close enough for his breath to ghost hot over my neck.
"You think this is bad?" A calloused thumb pressed hard circles into that swollen little bundle of nerves between my legs. "Wait till we hit every pothole on the way home."
Caleb let out something between a laugh and groan as he palmed one side of my ass roughly and rocked his hips.
"She's gonna break my cock off if she gets any tighter."
"You'll survive," Sylus murmured with a smirk before smoothing my skirt down so no one would be able to tell I was impaled on eight inches of cock before stepping back with a sharp clap.
"Now let’s get moving and remember… no coming, pretty boy."
"Yeah, yeah," Caleb grumbled then leaned forward and revved the bike before taking off.
The ride to my place was pure torture on every level.
Traffic seemed to suddenly triple.
Every stoplight turned into the longest minute of my life even though Caleb was taking every goddamn shortcut he knew of.
Potholes?
Ohhh the potholes.
Every single one of them sent a brutal jolt through my body, the rough pavement jostling me in Caleb's lap with enough force to make his cock slam up into that sweet spot deep inside me every… single… time.
My pussy would clench around him… tight and wet… and I could feel the tension in his body as he fought not to rut up into me like an animal.
Sylus rode behind us the whole way and I could feel the weight of his gaze burning into the back of my skull every time I let out a sharp cry or choked back another moan.
We weren’t that far from my place when Caleb snapped.
"Fuck this," he snarled at a stoplight.
One hand slid from the handlebar up my waist then beneath my shirt until his calloused fingers pinched my nipple roughly between his thumb and forefinger.
"Mngh…" I mumbled, throwing my head back against his shoulder.
"Gonna come," he growled, voice wrecked beyond recognition as his other palm pressed down firmly on my lower belly to hold me in place as his hips pulsed against my ass.
"Pretty boy," Sylus warned, a dark undercurrent of danger threaded through his voice.
My breath hitched, my head snapping to the side just in time to see him watching us with a warning glint in his eyes.
"Behave," he bit out. "We're almost there."
With an almost visible effort, Caleb let out a strangled exhale and put his hands back to the handlebars just as the light went green.
"Good boy," Sylus murmured, the words almost drowned out by the squeal of tires on pavement as the bike took off again.
"Fuck off," Caleb growled, whether it was directed at Sylus or himself, I didn’t know.
His hips jerked upward involuntarily as we hit another bump, and this time when my body clamped down around him in pleasure?
He groaned… loud enough that even over the roar of engines and traffic Sylus heard.
Sylus' bike swerved dangerously close to ours, his gloved hand reaching out to slap Caleb’s ass as we slowed down for the last light before we reached my place.
"You come and you won’t like how I punish you," he growled, red eyes flashing.
Caleb inhaled sharply, his chest vibrating with a dark chuckle against my back as he deliberately rolled his hips upward just once, slow and filthy.
"I’m almost tempted to come just to see what he’ll do," he whispered in my ear.
I let out a strangled gasp, my nails digging into the handlebars as I felt Caleb's cock twitch inside me as if the idea of Sylus’ ‘punishment’ was almost too much for him to resist.
"Y-you wouldn't," I breathed, but the way his hips stuttered told me he absolutely would.
His hands left the handlebars and gripped my hips like a vice, his face burying against my neck while he grunted like a feral animal and started thrusting up into my pussy hard enough to make my vision go white around the edges.
"I would…" he growled, one hand sliding up my front, fingers closing around my neck to hold me in place then I felt his teeth sinking into the muscle between my neck and shoulder.
"You're pushing your luck, pretty boy," Sylus warned, his voice a menacing rumble that made my heart drop to my stomach. "You’re going to break the rules and come, right here… in the middle of a public street… where anyone might see?"
Caleb’s movements slowed as he lifted his head to glare back at Sylus with narrow eyes.
"I might."
A dark chuckle slipped from Sylus’ throat as he met Caleb's gaze with a cool look.
"Lights green."
Caleb’s gaze flicked to where the light was now flashing green, and he swore before releasing me to grab the handlebars and gun the engine like a man possessed.
I could do nothing but hold on for dear life as the bike shot forward.
A few minutes later, we screeched to a halt in my driveway.
As soon as the bike shut off, Caleb’s hands were around my waist, lifting me off his stiff cock and guiding me off the bike.
Sylus was off his bike in a flash, boots hitting the pavement with force as he stalked toward us, red eyes burning like live coals.
Caleb barely had time to swing a leg over his bike before Sylus’ hand shot out and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragging him towards the front door while I trailed behind them.
Once we were under the porch, he yanked Caleb forward until their noses nearly touched.
"You’re real fucking lucky you didn’t come because if you had your punishment would be a hell of a lot worse than it’s going to be," Sylus growled, voice low enough that only we could hear it. "Now get that sweet ass inside and strip."
A muscle ticked in Caleb's jaw but there was no hesitation when he followed me through the doorway and pulled his shirt over his head while toeing off his boots.
Sylus didn't even glance at me as I stumbled off to the side and leaned against the wall to watch what was no doubt going to be the hottest thing I had ever seen.
He pushed Caleb’s jeans down his thighs then he was shoving him against the wall hard enough to rattle the pictures on the walls.
"On your knees."
Caleb opened his mouth—probably to argue or to no doubt say something sarcastic that would no doubt piss Sylus off more—but one sharp crack of skin against bare skin made him choke on whatever smartass comment he'd been about say next as Sylus’ hand came down on the side of his bare ass.
"I said. On. Your. Knees."
It was no longer a request but a demand.
Caleb gritted his teeth and let out a ragged exhale as he slowly dropped to the ground.
I held my breath, eyes widening as I took in the sight of him like that… golden skin almost glowing in the dim light, muscles trembling with tension, dark hair falling across his forehead as he stared up at Sylus standing above him.
Sylus dragged a slow, appreciative gaze over Caleb's kneeling form… taking in the flush of anger and arousal staining his cheeks, the way his bare chest rose and fell too quickly, the way his cock bobbed against his belly as if begging for the other man’s attention.
"Look at you," Sylus murmured darkly as he stepped forward, one boot nudging between Caleb’s spread thighs so he was forced to spread them further. "On your knees where you belong."
A muscle jumped in Caleb's jaw as he swallowed hard, eyes dark and blazing… but he didn’t say a word.
Sylus reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before he reached in and pulled out his swollen cock.
"Open."
The command came so suddenly it was sharp… like a crack of a whip that had Caleb's mouth dropping open automatically.
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Sylus' mouth at the response and when he spoke again, the words were thick with satisfaction.
"Good boy…"
Sylus' smirk deepened as Caleb's breath hitched—his chest rising and falling faster now, eyes flickering between Sylus’ cock and his face.
"Hands behind your back."
I watched, transfixed, as Caleb's fingers twitched like he was physically fighting the urge to grab Sylus' hips and drag him in but then his hands slid back behind him obediently, muscles flexing under golden skin as he locked them there.
Sylus let out a low chuckle before dragging the swollen head of his cock over Caleb’s bottom lip… smearing precum there like some kind of dark claim.
"Lick it," he ordered gruffly, red eyes burning with something predatory. "Show me how bad you want it."
Caleb's tongue darted out… slow and deliberate to swipe a stripe up the underside of Sylus' cock. His lashes fluttered for half a second before he locked eyes with the man towering over him then he did it again.
Sylus let out a rough groan that made my thighs press together instinctively.
"That's it," he murmured darkly, one hand fisting in Caleb’s hair to yank his head back just enough to expose his throat. "Now suck me."
Caleb didn't hesitate… just opened wider and sank down on him until his nose was pressed into the trimmed hair at the base of Sylus’ cock.
A strangled sound ripped from my chest at the sight and Sylus’ gaze snapped to me.
"You're dripping," he growled while deliberately angling his cock deeper so I could hear every wet drag of flesh on flesh.
My cheeks burned as I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.
I couldn't speak—couldn't even breathe because he was right.
I was already soaking my thighs… had been since the bike ride and he could see it just like I could see the pearlescent drop of precum sliding down the side of Caleb’s cock.
Sylus' smirk turned downright feral as he watched the struggle in my eyes—the way I clenched my thighs together like that would hide anything.
Caleb let out a raspy whine around his mouthful of cock, his hips jerking involuntarily at the sight of me so worked up. A bead of sweat slid down his temple, muscles straining to keep still when what he clearly wanted was to put his cock inside one of us.
Sylus tightened his grip in Caleb's hair and pulled him off his cock with a wet pop, leaving the other man panting and slick-lipped.
"On your feet."
He jerked his chin towards the couch and Caleb rose slowly… legs shaking and gaze a little dazed as he stumbled towards the furniture and flopped onto it with a shaky exhale.
"Knees apart."
Caleb obeyed with a swallow… his long legs spreading so everything was on display.
I watched every micro-expression as he fought to keep control of himself and failed… his eyes glazing further with every passing second as he waited for Sylus to do something.
Sylus' gaze raked over Caleb's exposed form… taking in the flush of his chest, the way his cock twitched against his stomach as if begging for attention… and the way his hole fluttered as if beckoning the other man inside.
Seconds later, Sylus was across the room and dropping to his knees between Caleb’s legs, hands sliding up Caleb's thighs, dragging against heated skin as he pushed his legs even wider.
"Fuck, pretty boy," he murmured, voice thick with something dark and possessive. "All this for me?" His thumb pressed into the slit of Caleb’s cockhead, smearing precum in slow circles under the mushroom cap then down the long length to his base.
Caleb’s breath came out in a punched-out groan.
"Mngh, Sylus… please—"
Sylus leaned in until his breath ghosted over the wet flesh... then licked one long stripe from base to tip without warning.
Caleb's entire body seized… back arching off the couch as a ragged, punched-out sound tore from his throat as his hands flew to Sylus' hair, fingers tangling in the strands like an anchor.
Sylus hummed in approval, low and dark, before taking him deep into his throat without hesitation until his nose was pressed against tattooed, golden skin. He swallowed around him, one hand gripping Caleb’s hip to keep him still while the other slid lower to palm at his ass.
"Fuck… fuck… please," Caleb begged hoarsely, hips canting up into the wet heat of Sylus' mouth. Every muscle trembled… sweat beading along his collarbones and dripping down his chest as he fought not to rut mindlessly into that sinful mouth.
Sylus hummed… the vibration wringing another broken noise from Caleb’s lips before pulling back with an obscene pop and dragging a single finger down the underside of Caleb’s cock then bringing it to his lips.
"I'm not even in you yet and you're already so damn close."
His gaze flicked up as he curled his tongue around his fingers, tasting the pre-cum there like it was a delicacy before pulling the spit slick digits away from his mouth with a smirk.
Caleb's eyes fluttered, a flush creeping up his cheeks and down his chest at the display.
"My beautiful boy," Sylus murmured, voice dripping with hunger as he lowered his hand to the base of Caleb’s cock before trailing lower where he dragged a finger over the sensitive spot just behind Caleb’s balls.
Caleb let out a strangled gasp, hips jerking up as Sylus’ fingers dragged lower until they were pressing against his fluttering entrance.
"Tight," he mused, dragging the pad of his thumb in slow circles over that sweet spot behind Caleb's balls while pressing one finger slowly inside him.
Caleb’s hips stuttered between thrusts into Sylus' grip and back against that teasing pressure. A broken sound tore from his throat when Sylus added a second finger, stretching him open with rough efficiency.
"You want my cock here?" Sylus murmured darkly, twisting those fingers deeper.
"Yes," Caleb panted, eyes blazing with need.
Sylus' smirk turned downright predatory as he curled his fingers just right, watching the way Caleb's body arched off the couch with a strangled cry in satisfaction then he was dragging his fingers out of Caleb’s body.
He growled as Caleb’s hole clenched as if beckoning him back inside, reaching back and pulling his shirt over his head before grabbing his wallet and pulling out a small pack of lube. He ripped the packet open with his teeth, squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, then pressed two back into Caleb’s hole… this time with brutal efficiency.
Caleb's breath hitched, back arching and hips jerking against the rough friction.
"Fucking perfect," Sylus murmured darkly as he twisted his wrist to drag those fingers against that spot that made Caleb let out a sharp moan.
His other hand palmed Caleb's neglected cock roughly, pumping in rough sync with each thrust of those slicked-up fingers until precum beaded at his tip.
I watched from my spot by wall—the sight making my pussy clench as I bit down hard enough on my bottom lip to draw blood. As much as I wanted to join them… I was too transfixed by what was happening to interrupt.
Sylus pulled his fingers free then notched his cockhead against Caleb’s hole and pushed.
A strangled sound ripped from Caleb's throat, fingers fisting in the fabric of the couch.
"Oh mmmm…"
Sylus' hands came down to grip his hips, fingers digging into golden skin to keep him still.
"Relax," he murmured, the word sounding like a command. "I've got you."
"Move," Caleb gasped, eyes rolling back for a second before focusing on Sylus with hazy desperation. "Please move…"
Sylus let out a dark chuckle—hot breath fanning over Caleb’s sweat-slicked skin as he dragged his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in with enough force to make the leather beneath them creak.
"Perfect boy," he rasped, setting a brutal pace that had Caleb arching and making incoherent noises. "That's it… taking me so good…"
Caleb whimpered and threw his head back, exposing the sweat-slick column of his throat.
"S-Sylus—"
"That's right," Sylus growled, dragging a hand down Caleb’s chest to wrap around his cock. "Say my name."
"Sylus…"
Sylus' smirk turned downright feral as he tightened his grip on Caleb’s cock while slamming into him with enough force to make the couch screech across the floor.
"Fuck… yes," Caleb moaned, back arching like a bowstring as Sylus pistoned into that spot inside him. "Don't stop—don't you dare fucking stop!"
Sylus let out a rough laugh and leaned down to sink his teeth into Caleb’s shoulder.
"Not a chance in hell," he growled against sweat-slicked skin.
I watched, transfixed, as Caleb's body convulsed with each punishing thrust, Sylus' name spilling from his lips in a broken litany. My own hips rocked helplessly against the hand I had buried between my thighs, the slick sound of skin-on-skin and Caleb's choked moans filling the room.
Sylus suddenly stilled—cock buried to the hilt—as he dragged his thumb over Caleb’s swollen cockhead.
"Look at me," he ordered darkly.
Caleb blinked dazedly up at him through wet lashes before Sylus snapped his hips forward hard enough to make them both groan.
"Eyes on me when you come."
A ragged sound tore from Caleb’s throat as Sylus tightened his grip on his cock and started moving again… each thrust brutal and precise.
Seconds later, Caleb let out a hoarse shout, his cock pulsed against his stomach then thick, creamy ropes of come started spurting from the head of his cock.
Sylus watched with a predator's satisfaction as Caleb came apart beneath him, hips stuttering wildly while ropes of white painted his stomach and chest. His own control snapped not long after and with a guttural groan he bottomed out and spilled deep inside him.
After a few moments, he slowly pulled out and slumped back on his knees, eyes raking over the mess of golden skin and sweat in front of him while rough pants left his lips.
He glanced at me then, eyes narrowing with something dark as he took in the sight of me still pressed against the wall, cheeks flushed and breathing hard with my fingers inside my pussy and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Come here," he said, holding out a hand.
And I went, even though I had no doubt walking would be difficult tomorrow.
Note: Chapter 14 (which I will post next Wednesday) will be the last chapter of Tattoos & Tequila. If you are on the tag list for this fic, please let me know if you would like to be included in the next fic's, Chaos & Moonshine (Raf, Valko x Non MC), tag list also.
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Summary:
Valko x Zayne
Chapter Title: A Helping Hand
Word Count: 4,340
TW: penetrative sex between males, smut, m/m, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 9 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Chapter 4: Boop
Chapter 5: Winner... Sucks? (Part 1)
Chapter 6: Winner... Sucks? (Part 2)
Chapter 7: Winner... Sucks? (Part 3)
Chapter 8: Red Handed
Chapter 9: A Helping Hand
"Valko, I got your message. Are you okay?"
I opened one eye with a ragged groan as my doctor’s voice echoed through my apartment.
No, I wasn’t okay. I was in rut. I was hot and needy and horny. My cock felt raw from where I had attempted to jerk myself off to alleviate the need to fuck anything that moved. My arms and thighs were shaking; the muscles in my stomach and groin were sore and twitching uncontrollably; and the sheets beneath me were covered in sweat.
I was miserable. I needed something to knock my ass out before I broke down the wall between my apartment and my neighbors and joined in on the fuck fest he’d been having with his girlfriend for the last three hours whether he wanted me there or not.
A growl worked its way up my throat as another high-pitched moan sounded through the wall behind my head followed by the headboard smacking against the wall so rapidly I couldn’t help but wonder if my neighbor was the werewolf instead of me.
"Valko? Are you here?"
Licking my lips, I pushed up on my elbows where I had been lying on my stomach humping my pillow to try to relieve the ache between my thighs and called out, "In here."
Sighing, I rolled away from the pillow just as Zayne appeared in the doorway, his medical bag in hand and a flustered look on his face as his eyes landed on my very naked and erect body. His eyes widened, then immediately darted to the ceiling like he could will himself invisible, his face flushed crimson. "Uh shit," he muttered under his breath, gripping the medical bag tighter and moving it so it was in front of his groin. "Can you… um… cover up?"
My ears twitched at the husky sound of his voice then the scent of his arousal hit me, and I almost launched myself off the bed at him. But… I controlled myself, dropping my head back on the mattress with a groan. "No… anything against my skin makes it worse."
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, but I could feel those gorgeous green eyes on me… no doubt looking at my sweat slicked skin, my trembling limbs and my rigid cock where it pulsed against my stomach as if silently beckoning him to come closer.
The air was suddenly thicker with heat. Not just from my rut, but from him. As his body heated with embarrassment and arousal, his scent grew stronger… clean soap and something warm like cinnamon and mint mixing dangerously with my muskier, pine forest and rain scent.
And gods, I could hear his heartbeat thrumming fast. He was nervous… turned on. I turned my head slowly toward him, golden eyes meeting green through the dim glow of light from my bedside lamp and another low growl left my throat before I could stop it.
His breath hitched—just slightly—but I heard it. Like a gunshot in the silence. His fingers twitched around the bag again, his knuckles whitening as his pulse jumped at his throat. His lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something clinical or professional, but no words came out.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to stay still because moving would set off the instincts telling me my attention wouldn’t be rejected if I stood up and approached him. "Can you give me something to help with the rut?" I asked hoarsely.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried and failed to keep his gaze anywhere but on my cock or the way my hips seemed to unconsciously mimic the actions of sex.
The room felt like it had shrunk. Too small. Too hot. His scent was everywhere now, and it made the rut worse, so much worse, but not in a bad way. In a dangerous way because it was taking everything in me not to give him what he so clearly wanted.
His doctor brain was fighting with the need that was written all over his face… the flush creeping down his neck wasn't just embarrassment anymore; it was arousal responding to mine like magnets being pulled together. He shifted slightly on his feet before speaking, voice low and shaky as he took a step closer. "I-I don’t carry sedatives for ruts… they’re rare… I-"
He trailed off as he unconsciously took another step closer. His shoe squeaked against the hardwood floor, soft but deafening in the quiet room. The bag slipped from his grip and hit the ground with a thud, quickly forgotten. Then his hands lifted towards me, palms open.
God… he smelled so good. That cinnamon-mint mix wrapping around my senses now that he was closer. Clean doctor mixed with nervous sweat… sweet panic… desire.
My ears flattened completely against my skull… not out of anger but surrender because I didn’t know what he was going to do once he reached me, but I was going to let him do it. My tail flicked into view, the thick bushy black appendage curling around my thigh as I lay still… waiting to see if he would give into his desires or if he stayed the calm, cool doctor I had always known.
His breath came faster, shallow and uneven, as he reached the edge of the bed. His hands hovered. Not touching. Just… there. Trembling slightly. Then he reached out, one warm palm pressing flat against my chest, right over my pounding heartbeat. His touch was featherlight, clinical at first like he didn’t know what to do but then his palm slid down my chest slowly, carefully testing the heat of my skin through the sweat.
A full-body shudder rolled through me; my eyes fluttering shut for half a second before snapping back open to watch him. Zayne—the composed doctor who always wore suits and had polite words for everyone—standing over me with parted lips and green eyes full of something far less professional than there should be.
His touch grew bolder, sliding down my chest, becoming firmer… fingers spreading wide as they glided over the ridges of my abs, tracing muscles that twitched. His breath hitched again when I arched into his touch with a growl and that seemed to embolden him…
That hand slide down past my navel. Past the V-line leading to my hips. And then… he paused just above where I ached most—the knot at the base of my cock, thick and flushed with blood and need—and for one agonizing second, neither of us moved.
The silence stretched, thick and electric.
His hand hovered just above my hipbone, so close but not close enough. His palm radiated warmth through the thin layer of sweat on my skin, teasing me. My cock throbbed visibly with every heartbeat, a steady pulse that made the head glisten in the lamplight. A single drop formed at the slit… then another… before trailing down my length, slow and torturous.
I didn’t breathe. Just watched him, the way his eyelashes fluttered as he stared down at me, how his lower lip caught between his teeth for a brief second like he was thinking about it then…
He exhaled and his resolve snapped. One second, he was hovering. The next, his hand dropped… warm palm sliding over my hip and wrapping around the base of my cock with sudden certainty. A gasp tore from me, not just from surprise at being touched after hours of desperate frustration but because his touch was careful. Almost clinical.
His fingers were soft but firm as they curled around me, testing the heat and weight of me in his palm before slowly stroking upward along my length in one slow glide. I arched immediately, a broken groan tearing through my clenched teeth as pleasure surged through every nerve ending.
The first stroke was electric, like lightning down my spine, but the second was better. Slower, deliberate… a full pump from root to tip. His thumb swiped over the leaking head with featherlight pressure and I jerked, hips lifting off the bed as a guttural growl ripped from my chest. My claws unsheathed on instinct, tearing into the mattress beneath me while my tail lashed wildly behind me as I fought the urge to grab him and flip him beneath me.
His touch became bolder, more confident—each stroke smooth and measured as he watched me. Learned what made me twitch and what made me moan the loudest. Every swipe of his thumb over the head sent sparks behind my eyelids, every firm glid up and down my length made heat coil tighter in my gut. Then his other hand wrapped tightly around my base, pressing down hard on the knot there and I about came off the bed.
The pressure sent a shockwave of raw pleasure through me so intense that it bordered on painful. A strangled cry escaped my lips as I bucked into his grip, claws shredding the mattress as a full-body shudder wracked me. Sweat dripped down my temples; every breath came in short gasps; my gaze went hazy as my body spasmed.
His eyes widened slightly at my reaction, and he adjusted his grip instantly: one hand stroking above with firm precision while the other applied steady pressure to the sensitive knot below. The dual sensation was almost too much. I thrashed, a mess of growls and whimpers leaving my lips as he worked me with a doctor's precision, mixing clinical focus with growing desire.
His green eyes never left mine. They were dark now, pupils blown wide with lust despite his professional demeanor. "Can you come like this?" he mumbled.
The question… so clinical, yet so filthy coming from his lips sent a jolt through me. I couldn’t speak. My brain was fried, reduced to pure sensation and instinct. All I could do was shake my head frantically because no, this wasn’t enough. Not when the rut had been building for days without relief. Not when I felt like I was about to explode.
My cock throbbed in his grip like it had its own heartbeat now, slick with pre-cum and straining under the pressure of his hands. A whine escaped me—a high-pitched sound no alpha should ever make—and that seemed to undo something in him. He licked his lips and slowed his strokes, making me whine again in protest. "Do you need to actually have sex to come?"
His voice was low, careful… like he was diagnosing a condition instead of asking if I wanted to fuck him. But the way his thumb lingered on my leaking tip said otherwise. He wanted this… wanted me to put my cock inside him and knot him.
I nodded fast, too desperate for words. My cock pulsed violently in his grip, hips jerking up into his touch again in silent plea: Yes. Please. Now.
He exhaled sharply through his nose and glanced down. For one agonizing second, I thought maybe protocol would win out… maybe professionalism would make him stop and suggest a cold shower or offer to call someone to come handle this, but he pulled his hands away and stood up so he could remove his clothes.
The soft rustle of fabric filled the silence as he unbuttoned his shirt with careful, deliberate movements then peeled it off, revealing smooth skin stretched over a lean but toned frame. He wasn’t bulky like me but slender with just enough muscle definition from years at the gym. His green eyes stayed locked on mine as each piece of clothing came off until he stood naked.
My breath caught in my throat as I drank him in. Moonlight from the window spilled over his skin, highlighting every muscle of his chest, the gentle slope of his shoulders, that narrow waist leading to hips that flared just slightly beneath a neat trail of dark hair leading to his hard cock.
That faint flush had returned to his cheeks and neck… spreading down over his collarbones and chest. He didn’t speak again—no more clinical questions or nervous rambling—but stepped toward the bed with quiet confidence. One knee pressed into the mattress beside my hip; then the other on the opposite side until he was straddling me. "Lubricant?"
I blinked, dazed by his sudden boldness… the shift from hesitant doctor to someone ready to ride me and take my knot was dizzying. My brain struggled to catch up. "Under the pillow," I managed to croak out.
He reached over, fingers brushing mine for the briefest moment as he tugged the small bottle from beneath my pillow. The click of it opening was obscenely loud in the quiet room. He squeezed a generous amount onto his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm it. Then he leaned down slowly until our lips were just a breath apart. His mouth hovered there… so close I could feel every warm exhale against mine… but he didn’t kiss me. Instead, one slick hand slid behind him and began working the lube into his hole.
I nearly lost my damn mind. My eyes tracked every movement. The way his hips lifted slightly to give himself better access. How his breath hitched as two fingers slipped past that tight ring of muscle with a quiet pop. A soft moan escaped him, unfiltered and real, and my cock twitched violently in response.
I wanted to touch him so badly. To flip us over and pin him down while I claimed that body for myself… but this was his moment. He was taking control here and I’d let him have it because watching Dr Zayne go from professional doctor to eager lover was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
My jaw clenched as he added a third finger, his expression a mix of concentration and pleasure. The wet sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet room, each slow slide of his fingers drawing another soft gasp or whimper from him. His free hand braced against my chest for balance, palm flat over my hammering heartbeat.
Every now and then, he’d curve those fingers just right and when he did a little shiver ran through him and that pretty mouth parted on an erotic moan. I was about ready to beg when he pulled his fingers free and licked his lips. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lifted himself slightly… hovering over me on his knees. One hand braced against the mattress beside of my head as he shifted forward, using the other hand to grab my cock and notch the tip against his hole.
And then… he sank down. A slow, careful descent that made both our breaths catch at once.
The first inch was pure agony… delicious agony. His heat swallowed me in a vice grip, so tight it made my vision blur at the edges. I gritted my teeth hard enough to hurt, claws digging into the mattress again as every nerve screamed with sensation. The slick warmth of him pulsed around me, his body adjusting inch by torturously slow inch.
His brows knit together; lips parted on silent gasps. Sweat already glistened on his forehead from concentration alone as he lowered himself further. I could feel every ridge inside him gripping me like velvet fire; every twitch of muscle as he took more without rushing.
A whimper escaped his throat when his ass met my knot, a soft sound that went straight through me. The knot was the thickest part, and I could feel him trembling from effort as he tried to take it. His body tensed around me—tight, so tight—as his muscles adjusted to the stretch. A quiet whine slipped past his lips—not pain exactly, but that overwhelming fullness of being stretched by a cock designed for breeding.
I held my breath. My eyes locked onto his face: flushed cheeks, parted lips, breathing in shallow pants… those long lashes fluttering with every small adjustment of his hips. Then with a deep breath he lowered himself completely until my entire length disappeared inside him and our bodies pressed together, his ass resting fully against my pelvis.
He let out a shuddering exhale that ghosted over my lips and for a second, neither of us moved. Then he shifted slightly, a tiny roll of his hips, and the sensation wrecked me. A guttural groan tore from deep in my chest as the friction sent electric jolts through every nerve.
His eyes fluttered shut when he rocked again… testing… learning how it felt to move while I was sheathed completely inside him. This time there was less hesitation—more confidence—and when he lifted himself halfway off my cock before sinking back down slowly my head fell back against the pillow with a choked growl.
His movements grew bolder with each rise and fall, finding a rhythm that made his breath come faster. Every time he dropped back down, his body would clench around my length, and I swore my soul left my body for a second each time. The headboard creaked and banged against the wall with every bounce of his hips, the sound blending with our heavy breathing and the slick slap of skin on skin.
The pace increased, his thighs flexing beautifully as he began riding me faster, his movements no longer cautious but hungry. Each bounce made the bed shake, the springs squeak in protest. His hands braced against my chest for leverage; fingers splayed over my pecs as he used them to push himself up and down.
My eyes rolled back, every muscle in my body tensed with restraint because I wanted to grab him, flip us over, pin him down and fuck into that perfect heat with reckless abandon. When he twisted his hips in a slow circular grind on the next downward thrust that was it.
That single, sinful twist shattered my control.
A snarl ripped from my throat as I surged upward, one arm hooking around his waist while the other cupped the back of his head and in one fluid motion I flipped us. The mattress groaned beneath the sudden movement and before he could even gasp, I had him pinned beneath me.
His surprised yelp turned into a moan when I immediately started slamming into him without hesitation… deep, hard strokes that drove every inch of my cock inside his perfect ass with brutal precision. My hips pistoned against him with wolfish hunger; no finesse, just pure instinct to claim and breed.
Each thrust made his body jolt farther up the bed until he braced himself with trembling hands against the headboard to keep from slamming against it. His breathing came in ragged pants and soft cries, each one fueling me further as sweat dripped down my face onto his chest.
His body arched off the bed beneath mine, moans pitching higher, loud and desperate as pleasure overtook him completely. One hand left the headboard to claw at my shoulder while his legs locked around my waist instinctively to pull me even deeper with each stroke.
My knot swelled slightly at the base, a warning sign that I was reaching my peak, and when he felt it during one particularly deep grind… he whimpered and clenched around my cock so hard that for a moment I couldn’t move.
The sudden tightness made me freeze mid-thrust, a strangled groan escaping me as his body squeezed me like a vice. My hips jerked, chasing the sensation even though I couldn't move properly. "Zayne," I growled low in warning because that squeeze had been too much… too good… and if he did it again right now when my knot was already swelling for mating… I wouldn’t be able to pull out before it swelled inside him.
But he was beyond listening anymore; face flushed, lips swollen from biting them and eyes glazed over with pleasure. He was completely lost to it and operating solely on instinct too. So much so he arched beneath me again and clenched again with a moan.
A feral snarl tore from my chest as I dropped all pretense of restraint and let the werewolf take over. My hips slammed into him with punishing force, each thrust deeper and faster than the last, chasing that tight heat like an animal starved for it. The bed creaked violently beneath us; headboard banging so hard against the wall it sounded like we were demolishing the apartment.
My hands caged his face as I finally dropped to my elbows and kissed him, a messy clash of teeth, tongues and desperate breaths. No finesse, just hunger. He moaned into my mouth when our bodies collided again mid-kiss, his body rocking up to meet every brutal snap of my hips.
And then… things changed. His body clamped down as he came with a deep, guttural groan. My hips stuttered as my knot swelled fully, the thick base locking at its widest point inside him, anchoring us together as my release surged through me. The pleasure was overwhelming—white-hot and all-consuming—as I came harder than I ever had before.
I didn't pull out like I had intended. Couldn't even if I had wanted to.
The moment my knot fully locked inside him, time seemed to stop. Deep growls poured from my throat as my body trembled and convulsed, pulse after pulse of my release surging out of my cock, filling him with each thick spurt.
A shuddering gasp tore from his lips as he felt me swell impossibly thicker, that thick ridge of muscle forming a solid plug deep within his body that would hold us together for a while. His back arched off the bed like he'd been electrocuted, green eyes flying wide open with shock before they glazed over completely as another powerful orgasm ripped through his lean frame.
His fingers tangled desperately in my sweat-damp hair, his body convulsing beneath mine. Tears pricked at the corners of those pretty green eyes; hips twitching weakly against mine even though we couldn’t move apart. His inner walls fluttered around me relentlessly, massaging every drop out of me.
I didn't kiss him again because I couldn’t. My breathing was too ragged, my whole body shaking with the aftershocks of an orgasm so intense it felt like I'd been hollowed out and rebuilt. Instead, I just collapsed, careful not to crush his smaller frame but pressing our chests together as my forehead dropped against his shoulder. My lips brushed his collarbone in soft, exhausted kisses while our heartbeats thudded wildly against each other.
The room was silent except for our labored breathing and the occasional creak of the bed. My knot stayed firm, a thick tether that kept us connected as I slowly came down from my high. He whimpered quietly when I accidentally moved a little too much on top of him; his body oversensitive from coming twice and being stuffed full.
My arms tightened around him instinctively at the small sound. Even though the rut was temporarily sated, my wolf instincts were still roaring in triumph at having claimed this beautiful man and I couldn’t seem to help myself. It also didn’t help that he smelled so good… like mine.
I nuzzled his temple with my nose, inhaling deeply—the scent of sex and sweat and him mixing into something intoxicating. My lips found his forehead next before trailing down to press against the corner of his mouth.
He stayed pliant beneath me, boneless and utterly spent—his usual composed doctor demeanor completely shattered. His eyelids fluttered at each tender kiss I pressed to his skin, too blissed-out and overstimulated to react much beyond a soft sigh or the faintest part of his lips.
One of my hands slid up his side in slow strokes, gentle now compared to how rough I'd been before and when my thumb brushed over a sensitive nipple, he flinched with a tiny gasp that made me smile against his jaw.
"You cannot seriously want more after that," he mumbled tiredly.
"Can't help it," I murmured, nipping at his jaw before dragging my tongue down his throat. I nipped at his pulse point with my fangs then buried my face in his neck. "You smell like me now and I want to mark you up some more."
The words came out more possessive than I meant them to… low and gravelly, laced with primal satisfaction. My teeth grazed his throat again, not hard enough to break skin for a claiming mark but enough for him to feel the sharp pressure before I soothed it with my tongue.
"Ohhh," he whined softly. His hands weakly pushed at my shoulders—not in rejection but because he was overstimulated—and when I finally lifted my head slightly, his expression was dazed. Lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed pink all the way down his neck… beautiful and mine.
The moment my knot deflated enough to allow movement, I instinctively rolled my hips—gentle at first, testing. A soft grunt escaped me as the new friction sent a spark through me. My cock was still hard inside him, sensitive but I couldn’t wait. I wanted… no needed more.
My hips rolled slowly with gentle rocking motions rather than the frantic thrusts from before. Just testing… seeing how he’d react now that we weren’t locked together anymore. His legs tightened around my waist; a quiet noise escaping him—a low whine, the sound a mixture of surprise and reluctant pleasure—and that was all I needed.
I smirked against his skin then my lips found his again in a lazy kiss that deepened as I rocked into him with deliberate ease. "So needy," I mumbled in satisfaction.
"Don’t… mmhm… don’t get used to this," he mumbled against my lips, his fingers curling weakly into my hair as a deep stroke made him arch and cry out.
"Too late," I murmured before capturing his lips again.
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Summary:
Valko x Caleb
Chapter Title: Red Handed
Word Count: 2,705
TW: smut, jerking off, m/m, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 8 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Chapter 4: Boop
Chapter 5: Winner... Sucks? (Part 1)
Chapter 6: Winner... Sucks? (Part 2)
Chapter 7: Winner... Sucks? (Part 3)
Link to next head canon at the end...
Chapter 8: Red Handed
Laundry day.
A day I both looked forward to and dreaded in equal measure. Because her scent was stronger than normal. That sweet vanilla and lemon perfume she loved so much wrapped up in a unique musky scent that was uniquely hers.
I couldn’t walk into a single space in our apartment without smelling her but the laundry basket in her room was where her scent was strongest. The dirty laundry there always tempting me to dump her clothes on the floor and roll around in them so her scent was all over me.
But… that would be weird since we were nothing more than roommates so instead of doing what my werewolf instincts were telling me, I picked up the full basket and carried it into the laundry room.
Sitting the basket on the dryer, I glared at it for a few moments, dreading this part the most. Sorting her work clothes from her street clothes so I could wash them separately. Normally I wouldn’t have even bothered and dumped them into the washer to avoid torturing myself but the first and last time I had washed everything together I had gotten a lecture.
"Valko, if you wash my clothes together the colors from my regular clothes will bleed into my work clothes! There’s no way I’m going to wear a pink shirt to fight Wanderers in! I’ll never hear the end of it from my coworkers!"
After that, I had never mixed her clothes again.
I hated this.
Hated how something so simple made my chest tighten and my claws prick at my palms. It made me want to just walk up to her and bury my face in her neck and inhale that erotic scent straight from the source… consequences be damn.
But I couldn’t do that… we were friends. Roommates. Nothing more.
Huffing, I stared at the basket for another long minute then reached for a pair of black jeans then a pale blue T-shirt followed by a pair of underwear and socks.
Each item carried her scent strongly. Her warmth. Her presence.
A low growl rumbled in my throat when I picked up her favorite hoodie, the one she always wore with leggings on Sundays because it was part of her ‘weekend relaxation outfit.’ It had a dark stain on the sleeve from when she had tried helping me change the oil in my bike, but she still wore it stating that the stain gave it character.
Then I held up one of the dark blue heavy-duty shirts she wore to work and my ears twitched. It smelled like her sweat with a faint hint of blood from where she’d cut her arm taking down a Wanderer a few days ago.
I clenched my jaw, claws digging into the material slightly as the urge to go hunt her down and investigate the wound to make sure it was healing properly hit me. But… once again I forced myself to take a deep breath to fight my instincts and loosened my hold with a swallow.
No shifting right now. No hunting her down. Calm… cool… collected.
With careful precision, I kept sorting: black pants… more socks… another pair of jeans…
I froze when my eyes landed on a pair of pale blue panties.
The fabric looked soft—cotton, maybe—but the scent that hit me was a lightning strike straight to the brain. Sweet vanilla and lemon, yes… but underneath? Warm skin. Heat. Her most intimate scent. Stronger than normal… almost like she had been aroused while wearing that particular pair of panties.
My breath hitched. A full-body tremor ran through me as I pulled my hand away and closed my eyes.
I shouldn’t touch them. Shouldn't imagine what she looked like in them. Definitely shouldn’t want to bring them to my nose and smell them while touching myself.
My eyes flicked down to the pale blue fabric again, my pulse hammering in my ears. The rational part of me screamed no. This is wrong. She trusts me to do her laundry, not to use her dirty underwear to fulfill my twisted fantasies.
But the wolf? The wolf didn’t care about right or wrong.
It wanted to know everything… how soft they’d feel against my skin if I wrapped them around my cock, what had she done while wearing them for her scent to be that strong… whether they still carried traces of her pussy juices.
A low growl rumbled deep in my chest, and I grabbed that tiny scrap of fabric before I could change my mind, clutching them tightly in my fist, the soft fabric cool against my skin. My breath came fast and shallow, ears flattening against my skull, tail rigid with tension as it swayed back and forth behind me.
Every instinct screamed yes… she is yours. Claim it. Smell it. Own this piece of her.
And I couldn’t help but answer that call…
I lifted them slowly to my nose and the second I inhaled… a jolt ripped through me like lightning down a live wire.
She smelled divine.
Not just clean or sweet. Not just vanilla or lemon—but her. Heat where no one sees… that quiet intimacy only she knew about… and here I was holding proof of it like some sacred relic stolen from a shrine meant for the gods.
My cock twitched violently inside my jeans. Hard. Painful. Unavoidable.
The world narrowed to her panties pressed against my nose, her scent flooding every nerve ending.
I didn’t move. Just breathed in again and again like I was starving for it. Because I was.
A whine escaped me… a quiet, desperate sound I’d never made before. My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, and I couldn't help but reach down, unbuttoning then unzipping my pants one handed before pulling my cock out.
The cool air hit my heated skin, but it did nothing to ease the ache. My cock was thick and flushed in my palm… glistening at the tip and pulsing with every rapid beat of my heart. Inhaling again, I didn’t hesitate in doing what had been on my mind since I had caught that sweet scent.
With the panties still clutched in one hand, I wrapped them around my cock then dragged them slowly down over my length, letting the soft cotton slide along the sensitive skin. A shudder ripped through me at how right it felt. Her musk mixing with mine now; arousal so potent it made everything else fade away: time, place… guilt…
The friction was electric—soft fabric against hard, aching flesh. Every slide sent sparks up my spine, a dizzying mix of her scent in the air and the heat building between my legs making me almost dizzy.
I started moving my hand along my cock, slowly at first, the panties sliding up and down in a tight grip while I used the other hand to gently thumb over the wet tip where pre-cum had gathered. Each stroke pulled another quiet whine from me, noises I couldn’t suppress.
My hips twitched upward, chasing more friction as my breath came in ragged gasps. The panties were soaked now with sweat from my grip and pre-cum, clinging to me like a second skin.
I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to.
Leaning back against the washing machine for support, I started jerking off properly, fear of being caught completely gone as pleasure zipped down my spine. The cold metal pressed into my back, but I barely felt it—every nerve was alight with her scent, wrapped around me like a fever dream.
My hips rolled up into each stroke as I fisted both hands now—one gripping her soaked panties tight at the base of my cock, the other working just above them to twist and squeeze where skin met fabric up to the broad head where I swiped my thumb through the precum and smeared it down the sides.
A sharp gasp tore from me when I hit a particularly sensitive spot on an upward thrust—the panties catching the tip just right—and suddenly pleasure coiled low in my gut so intensely that for a second all sound vanished.
I was seconds from coming and probably would have if not for a low chuckle followed by a deep voice. "Now that’s an interesting way to do laundry."
The voice hit me like a bucket of ice water.
I froze. Every muscle in my body locked… sweat sliding down my chest and stomach, my hand still wrapped around my cock, her panties clinging to my length, breath ragged and mouth slightly open.
Slowly, I turned my head toward the doorway.
And there was Caleb… my other roommate.
The door creaked open wider, revealing the other man. Tall, broad-shouldered, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants and a grin. His dark hair was messy like he’d just woken up from a nap and his gorgeous purple eyes glinting with amusement.
For one endless second neither of us moved. The only sound was the hum of the air conditioner and my ragged breathing filling the awkward silence between us.
"Didn't know laundry day got you this… motivated," he said slowly, dragging out the last word with obvious delight.
My face burned hotter than a fire in summer but I didn’t say a word.
His smirk widened—slow, knowing… clearly enjoying this—and I suddenly wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole. He leaned against the doorframe; arms crossed over his broad chest as his eyes roamed shamelessly from my flushed face… down my bare torso… to where her panties were tangled around my throbbing cock like some twisted love confession.
I couldn’t speak because my throat was dry as sandpaper. All I could do was stare at him, my ears pinned back flat against my skull like a guilty dog caught chewing on a favorite pair of his master’s shoes.
The silence stretched before he pushed off the frame and took one step forward into the laundry room, then another and another… each footfall deliberate, calm.
Unhurried.
The laundry room suddenly felt smaller than a closet with him in here with me. The air thicker.
My heartbeat pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it.
He didn’t say anything else. Just watched me with that infuriatingly amused expression as his eyes flickered between my face and my cock.
Then… he reached out.
And plucked a pair of black panties out of the basket behind me before holding them up between two fingers like it was show-and-tell with a smirk. "Seems like I’m not the only who is addicted to her scent," he mumbled then brought the lacy fabric to his nose and inhaled.
The sight sent a jolt through me—not jealousy, not quite. Something deeper. Hotter.
Because he wasn’t disgusted. He wasn’t judging me for being some weirdo for jerking off to my roommate’s underwear.
No, he was doing the same damn thing right in front of me with that cocky smirk like he had done this before too.
And worse? That knowledge turned me on more than I already was.
He inhaled again and his eyes fluttered shut just slightly before they opened again, darker now. Less amused. More… hungry?
His chest rose and fell once with a deep sigh then without breaking eye contact… he slowly slid the panties down his bare chest to the waistband on his sweats and palmed his hard cock through the fabric.
My breath stopped.
The air in the room shifted like a storm rolling in. Heavy. Charged.
He didn’t speak as he pulled his sweats down just enough to free himself. His cock slapped against his belly, thick and already hard. He wrapped her panties around the base much like I had, his eyes locked on mine while his hand slowly slid up the long length, squeezing gently at first.
My own neglected cock twitched painfully between my thighs, as if to remind me that it wanted attention to.
The air between us thickened… becoming electric, suffocating.
I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, each beat echoing.
Swallowing hard, I held his gaze and started stroking my cock again, moving slowly then picking up speed… my hips giving small rolls into the motion before I finally just let go and started moving my fist along my length faster.
Caleb didn’t look away. Not once.
We stood there—bare chests rising and falling, sweat beading at our temples—and stroked ourselves in silence with her panties wrapped around our cocks in some twisted shared secret.
Every slide of his hand sent a visible tremor through him. His purple eyes stayed locked onto mine, dark with lust but also something else… curiosity? Challenge?
He wasn’t rushing. Wasn’t saying anything cocky anymore either.
This wasn't teasing… this was real hunger playing out between us. And when he bit his lower lip on an upward stroke? When a soft groan slipped past those perfect lips?
My stomach flipped violently.
I didn’t know if this was okay, if this was going to change things between him and I, but I couldn't stop now even if the world was burning down around me.
So I kept going, fingers tightening just slightly over the head before dragging back down again slowly… deliberately making sure he saw every inch as my cock flexed in my grip.
His breath hitched audibly, his grip on his cock tightening as a low groan escaped him. His hips rolled again, more deliberately now, chasing friction like he couldn’t help it. The panties clung to him just as they did me but neither of us cared about anything but this… heat between us thickening with every passing second.
Then… slowly… he took a step forward until there was about a foot of space between us but he didn’t touch me, only leaned forward. He put his hand on the washing machine behind me and simply kept stroking his cock, his eyes flicking between my face and my length.
The proximity was suffocating. His body heat radiated against my bare skin, mingling with the scent of her and something uniquely Caleb: clean soap, sweat-salt warmth, and that stupidly attractive cologne he always wore.
He didn’t kiss me. Didn’t say anything.
My pulse hammered as I watched his lips part slightly when another soft groan escaped—this time louder—and I realized I had caused that sound. Because he couldn’t take his eyes off my cock either. Watching it twitch in my grip like it had a mind of its own.
The tension snapped like a live wire.
A deep, guttural moan ripped from my throat as pleasure exploded through me—white-hot and overwhelming. My hips jerked forward, cock throbbing violently in my hand while thick ropes of come shot out onto the panties still wrapped around me and Caleb’s stomach and cock.
Each pulse sent shockwaves up my spine. The heat was unbearable… so intense I couldn’t breathe properly for a solid three seconds as wave after wave crashed over me.
Caleb’s hand sped up over his cock as he watched me unravel, his breath catching when the first spurt of cum splattered across his abs and lower abdomen, the sticky warmth falling onto his fingers.
He didn’t pull away. Didn’t react with disgust or surprise.
Instead… something primal flashed in those purple eyes. His nostrils flared as if inhaling my scent mixed with hers and then he was coming also.
His orgasm hit like a tidal wave—sudden, powerful, unstoppable.
A broken gasp tore from his lips as his back arched slightly, his cock pulsing violently in his hand. Thick strands of come shot out over the panties still wrapped around him and splattered across my chest and stomach too—some even landing on my chest.
For a moment neither of us spoke. Just breathing hard with the aftermath buzzing between us… the air thick with sex and sweat mixed together as we stared at one another.
Then slowly… he pulled the come soaked panties off his cock and dropped them into the opening washing machine with a heated smirk. "I won’t tell if you don’t."
Chapter 9: A Helping Hand
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TW: AU, threesome M/M/F, M/M, M/F, smut, penetrative sex
Warnings:
This is an explicit fic told by Non MC.
There is penetrative male/male sex in this fic. Each fic in this series will be M/M/F. The LaDs boys all have different occupations in this series than in the game. If any of those things bother you, this isn't the fic for you!
Summary: They grew up together, opened a tattoo shop together and have always done everything as friends... but she wants more than that from one of them. What she doesn't know is the other one wants them both...
Word Count: 3,576
Tattoos & Tequila - Chapter 12 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Caleb didn’t fight it, instead he opened his mouth and let Sylus in—the kiss turning from rough to downright filthy as they fought for dominance.
Sylus let out a sharp groan, his hips stuttering against mine when Caleb gripped a handful of hair and pulled. His grip on my thigh tightened, keeping me spread open and pinned in place while he fucked up into my pussy with rough, uneven thrusts.
"Oh, you like that, hmm?" Caleb taunted darkly before nipping at Sylus' bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
I watched through heavy-lidded eyes—my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to process what I was seeing: two dangerous men kissing like they wanted nothing more than ruin each other… all while one had me stuffed full of his cock.
Sylus sank his teeth into Caleb's bottom lip, his hand fisting in dark hair and yanking before he pulled back with an almost feral growl.
Caleb groaned but didn't pull away, instead chasing his mouth then he was murmuring against Sylus' lips, "You're being so damn greedy. Wanting us both… hmm…"
"You have no idea," Sylus rasped, voice rough with barely restrained hunger.
"Show me then," Caleb mumbled with a smirk—like a predator who’d just found the weak spot in his prey’s armor. He leaned in, dragging the pad of his thumb over Sylus’ lower lip to smear the blood there.
For a split second, everything went so silent you could hear a pin drop as a look of surprise flashed across Sylus’ face then he growled softly… the sound dangerous and dark.
Something had shifted between them… the tension in the room seemed to double and the air became so thick you could practically taste it.
Caleb must have felt it too because his smirk faded and his eyes darkened, his gaze flicking between Sylus and me like he was trying to read the situation.
Finally, after a moment of silence that felt like an eternity, Sylus let out a low chuckle that made me shiver and pulled his cock out of my pussy.
"Strip, pretty boy."
The simple order was growled out in a tone that left no room for argument.
Caleb tensed, his gaze flicking from Sylus to me then back again, but despite the clear challenge in his eyes, he took a deep breath and not breaking eye contact with Sylus, began unbuttoning his shirt before slipping it off his muscular shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.
He was so beautiful… like a statue come to life, all tight defined muscle and sharp angles, his golden skin covered in colorful tattoos that I wanted to lick.
Sylus' eyes burned, his fingers flexing at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from reaching out and taking.
"Something wrong?" Caleb taunted, popping the button on his jeans before sliding them down in one slow drag that left him bare save for black boxer briefs that clung to his long, thick cock.
Sylus snapped… moving so fast there wasn't time to blink before he shoved Caleb back against the wall beside me with brutal force.
Caleb’s breath left him in a rough oof as his spine hit the wall, but the surprise only lasted a second… his smirk returning full-force as he looked up at Sylus through his lashes.
"Fuck," he rasped, shifting just enough to press his hips forward against Sylus' thigh. "Didn’t realize you’d get all worked up just seeing me strip."
Sylus let out a sharp, humorless laugh as he crowded closer.
"Worked up?" he repeated darkly, dragging the pad of his thumb over the damp fabric covering the head of Caleb’s cock.
Caleb's breath hitched, hips jerking forward instinctively as his hands came up to grip Sylus' wrists—whether to push him away or pull him closer wasn't clear.
"Ummhmm…" he taunted. "You had plenty of chances to touch me over the years… why haven’t you taken what you wanted?"
Sylus’ eyes flashed dangerously… red like smoldering coals in a fire about to burn everything down around it.
He leaned in and growled, "You weren’t ready for me yet."
Then he yanked Caleb's boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free between them.
Caleb let out another rough exhale, his hands clenching tighter around Sylus' wrists as his muscles tensed… but for a second... just a split second, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes before it was carefully covered again by that cocky gleam he wore so well.
"And you think I am now?" he murmured, his head tilting almost playfully.
There was a dangerous edge to the way Sylus smirked, his eyes darkening as he leaned in closer to brush his lips across Caleb's jaw, almost like he was taunting him.
"Not yet…" he growled before grabbing a fistful of Caleb's hair and yanking his head back to expose his throat. "But soon."
He pressed his face against the smooth skin of Caleb's neck—inhaling deeply and drinking in the familiar scent of smoke and ink then let out a low, rough sound and bit down on the tendon hard enough to make Caleb gasp.
"Bastard," Caleb rasped out, arching against the wall. "You always did play dirty."
Sylus chuckled darkly, dragging his mouth up to his ear.
"And you don’t?" he murmured, curling one hand around their cocks and stroking.
Caleb's hips jerked forward as a ragged groan tore from his throat, his head falling back against the wall with a thud, exposing the bruise forming on his neck.
Sylus watched him unravel with satisfaction, tightening his fist just enough to make Caleb whimper then he dragged the pad of this thumb over both of their swollen heads slowly—deliberately—watching every micro-expression flicker across Caleb’s face.
"Still think you're ready for me?" Sylus taunted before adding more pressure and stroking them again from base to tip.
Caleb's mouth opened, no doubt ready with a smartass response… but all that came out was a guttural moan as he writhed against the wall.
"Can't even form a reply?" Sylus taunted. "You might be more desperate than I thought."
Unable to help myself, I bit my bottom lip and put my hand between my thighs, dragging my fingers through the wet folds of my pussy before inserting two inside my body.
Caleb must have heard the slick sounds because his eyes snapped open and locked on mine, his gaze darkening when he realized what I was doing.
"Yeah?" he rasped out, voice barely above a whisper as his hips jerked against Sylus’ hand. "Getting yourself off while we play?"
Sylus' gaze flicked towards me then the corner of his mouth crooked up into a dark smirk. "Look at you… all ready for us," he growled before turning his gaze back to Caleb. "She's so desperate for us… you think she could take us both at the same time?"
Caleb's mouth opened... like the question caught him off guard then his gaze flicked between us before he let out a deep exhale.
"Fuck yes…"
Sylus released his grip on their cocks before yanking Caleb forward by the hips and shoving him toward me making him stumble before he catching himself against the wall beside my head, his breath ragged as he stared down at me.
"Fuckin' hell..." He muttered under his breath when our gazes locked—his pupils blown so wide there was barely any iris left.
Sylus let out a rough, approving growl. "Take her," he challenged darkly, his red eyes burning with something between possession and hunger.
Caleb didn’t hesitate.
He crashed his mouth against mine in a brutal kiss, teeth nipping at my lip before dipping his tongue inside like he was starved for the taste of me. One hand fisted in my hair while the other slid between our bodies, lifting one of my legs and draping it over his arm then rough fingers were finding his cock and sliding inside my pussy.
I cried out into the kiss, back arching as he stretched me open on his cock… pushing in deeper with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips.
Sylus watched with rapt attention, one hand fisting in Caleb's hair while the other traced along the curve of my ribs before sliding between our bodies and down Caleb’s stomach to where we were connected.
"That's it," he rasped approvingly. "Take him like a good girl."
Caleb let out a guttural groan when I tightened around him and pulled back just enough for our gazes to lock.
"Hmmm…" He panted roughly against my swollen lips, thrusting in so deep it stole what little breath remained in my lungs and had my body clamping down on his cock so hard he couldn’t move.
Sylus' smirk turned downright predatory as Caleb froze, his red eyes burning with the kind of hunger that could level cities.
"Fuck," he rasped, voice thick as gravel when he watched my body milking Caleb so greedily.
His fingers pressed against my clit… rough, ruthless circles meant to wring another orgasm from me and my sensitive body couldn’t help but obey.
Sylus let out a dark chuckle as I came again, his free hand fisting in Caleb’s hair and yanking as he growled, "Think you can handle her coming on your cock while I fuck her tight ass?"
"Fuck—" Caleb rasped out, eyes wild and dark. "You serious?"
Sylus didn’t answer with words… just smirked and dragged the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip before pushing it between my lips. His other hand slid down between our bodies until he was dragging one finger through the slick mess where I was stretched around Caleb’s cock… then lower…
I whimpered at the sudden pressure against that untouched ring of muscle but couldn't even form a word before Sylus was leaning in and whispering, "Gonna stretch you open on my cock..."
Hi fingers worked me open with slow, deliberate pressure… the stretch was unbearable, the sensation foreign and overwhelming as I clenched around his invading digit but eventually, I got used to it and my body started to relax.
He let out a dark, approving grow then he added a second digit.
Fuck," Caleb rasped when Sylus’ actions had me arching and clenching again, his hips jerking involuntarily and burying himself deeper in my pussy.
Sylus hummed… his red eyes burning with something feral and possessive as his free hand gripped Caleb’s shoulder roughly before pulling him back a step and turning us so Caleb’s back was against the wall.
Caleb leaned back against the cold stone and grabbed my other leg, draping it over his arm, then his hands were on my ass, spreading me open for Sylus.
The movement caused his cock to press deeper in my pussy, and I couldn’t help but let out a long moan that had both men growling.
"Fuck—look at her," Caleb rasped against the shell of my ear, hips rolling up to meet every downward thrust of my own… I hadn’t even realized I was moving.
Sylus let out a dark chuckle before adding a third finger without warning—the sudden stretch punching another ragged cry from my throat as I clamped around them involuntarily.
Caleb’s hands flexed on my ass cheeks as he gritted out, "So… fucking tight…"
"You’re ready for me," Sylus growled. He pulled his fingers free, wrapped his long fingers around the base of his cock and lined himself up against my fluttering rim.
"Don't move," he commanded, the order sharp and firm.
Caleb's hips stilled, his eyes snapping open as a ragged groan tore from his throat as my body tried to milk him deeper to get him moving again.
"Fuck," he bit out between gritted teeth, purple eyes burning into mine like molten lava—wild and untamed in a way I had never seen.
"Mngh…" I moaned, head dropping back against Sylus’s shoulder as he slowly pushed, burying himself inside my ass to the hilt… stretching me so wide I was sure I blacked out for a moment as my back arched violently.
Caleb's head slammed back against the wall with a thud, his entire body going rigid as Sylus' cock pressed against his through the thin barrier separating them.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck…"
For a second... just one suspended moment... there was no sound but our shared panting.
Then Sylus moved.
A slow roll of his hips that had me seeing stars all over again while Caleb choked on a cry… the sudden movement almost too much for him to handle.
"Move," I begged between gasps, nails scoring down Caleb’s arms as my body shuddered between them. "Please move…"
Sylus growled but obeyed… pulling back until only the tip remained before slamming home again so hard it knocked the air from my lungs.
Caleb snarled something filthy under breath right against the shell of my ear then he thrust up into my pussy with brutal force, his hips slamming against mine in perfect sync with Sylus' punishing strokes against my ass.
The sensation of being stuffed full from both ends was overwhelming… I couldn't form words anymore—just ragged, punched-out moans as their thrusts grew rougher, deeper.
Caleb's hands were everywhere… gripping my hips, sliding up my ribcage, cupping my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples while his teeth sank into the curve of my shoulder.
"Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name," he growled against my sweat-slick skin before slamming up into me again with a snap of his hips that had my pussy clamping down on him as my body came from over stimulation.
A low, guttural moan torn from Sylus’ lips as if the sight of me coming apart was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. His hand fisted in Caleb’s hair and he yanked him forward, crushing their lips together in a brutal kiss as they continued to fuck up into my body like men possessed.
Caleb’s fingers dug into my skin as he kissed him back—aggressive… possessive…
"You won't last much longer," Sylus mumbled against his lips.
Caleb didn’t try to deny it as he gritted out, "Neither will you."
Sylus didn't deny it either, "You're right… maybe we should make this interesting then."
"How?" Caleb asked huskily.
Having a feeling I knew where this was going, I started to squirm between them to try to get away but of course they were having none of it.
Sylus' grip tightened instantly, his red eyes flashing with dark amusement. "Oh no you don't," he growled, yanking my hips back against him so hard I felt the sting of it.
Caleb let out a rough chuckle, his hands clamping down on my waist like steel bands. "Where d'you think you're going?" he taunted, grinding up into me just to feel my pussy flutter around his solid length.
Sylus smirked then leaned in to whisper something in Caleb's ear.
Whatever he said had Caleb's eyes widening then a slow, wolfish grin curled the corner of his mouth. When he turned his gaze to mine, the look in his eyes was downright feral.
"Oh… this is gonna be good."
Sylus leaned in close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath against my ear, "Count."
And then they moved at once—brutal thrusts from both ends that punched a scream from my throat as their cocks rubbed against each other.
"One," Sylus snarled right after another punishing snap forward.
My nails scraped down Caleb's chest as another cry tore free.
"Two," Caleb murmured.
Hips moved faster now—no rhythm left as pure need snapped between us.
"Three," Sylus growled.
"Four," Caleb echoed.
I could feel the pressure building in my belly—the tension coiling tight like a spring ready to snap as high-pitched cries and moans tore from my lips.
"Five," Sylus snapped.
"Six," Caleb grunted roughly and buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin, "You're so damn close. I can feel it."
"Seven," Sylus growled, his thrusts turning punishing as he chased his own release.
Caleb bit down on my neck, a ragged groan vibrating against my skin. "Eight."
I sobbed their names between gasps—my body shaking violently as pleasure coiled tighter than ever before, threatening to shatter at any second. My fingers tangled in Caleb's dark hair and pulled as my hips spasmed against theirs.
"Nine," they snarled in unison as they thrust in deep at the same time and it sent me over the edge with an ear-splitting scream.
Sylus roared out something filthy under his breath, hips stuttering violently as he came, his red eyes burning with satisfaction as he watched my body milk every drop.
A moment of utter silence… then Caleb let out a loud exhale and leaned back against the wall behind him, eyes closed and chest heaving violently.
"Holy shit," he rasped.
Sylus let out a rough, satisfied chuckle as he slowly pulled out of me—his movements deliberate to make me feel every inch.
"Holy shit?" he repeated, dragging his thumb over the bite mark on my shoulder before turning his gaze to Caleb. "That all you got to say after that?"
Caleb cracked one eye open.
"Guess I should've known better than to challenge you," he muttered hoarsely as he pulled out of my pussy and lowered my legs to the ground then held on as I wobbled and almost fell.
"Yes, you should have," Sylus smirked then reached down between my legs, dragging his fingers through our combined fluids before pressing them between Caleb's lips.
Caleb sucked in a sharp breath—his tongue darting out to chase Sylus' fingers as they pulled away. His gaze burned with something dangerous when it locked onto mine again.
"Fuck," I whimpered weakly, still trembling as I backed away. "No… n-no more."
Sylus let out a dark, throaty laugh as he watched me struggle to form words.
"No more?" he repeated as he spun me, his still-hard cock brushing against my stomach.
My eyes widened and I brought my hands up to push at his chest.
"You-" I stopped to lick my lips then wished I hadn’t when he growled. "You’re still hard…"
His smirk turned downright feral as he watched realization dawn on me.
"You should know by now that I have impressive stamina, kitten…" His voice dropped to a rough growl as his hands slid down to grip my hips, pulling me flush against him so I could feel every hard inch of him pressed between us. "I’m not done with you yet."
"Fuck," Caleb muttered under his breath as Sylus pushed me up against him.
I opened my mouth to protest but Sylus cut me off… one hand dragging up one trembling thigh and hooking it over his hip.
"You said no more?" He repeated before grinding forward in one brutal roll of those hips. "There’s going to be a lot more… we have a week to make up for…"
A ragged moan tore free before I could stop it as I was filled all over again with thick cock.
"I knew that tight pussy could take me again…" he mumbled triumphantly.
Caleb let out a sharp, humorless laugh as he watched us with dark amusement.
"Fuckin' hell," he rasped, cupping my breasts in his large palms.
Sylus didn't even glance at him; too busy watching my face as I struggled to adjust around him again. His smirk was pure sin when my body clamped down on instinct—tight and wet and hot around him.
"That's it." He growled as he held me in place… not letting me move as his gaze turned to Caleb. "You’re gonna watch as I fuck our girl…"
Caleb's grip tightened on my breasts. "Oh?" His voice was rough with interest, thumb brushing over one peaked nipple. "You planning to make it good for me too?"
Sylus let out a dark chuckle, hips rolling in an agonizingly slow drag.
"Better than good," he corrected, voice rough as gravel. His thrusts turned brutal from the first snap forward, punishingly deep like he was trying to imprint an image of his cock inside me.
I threw my head back against Caleb’s shoulder, moaning their names between punched-out cries—body strung so tight it felt like I might break.
One of Caleb's hands wandered, fingers wrapping around my chin.
"Look at me," he growled.
My eyes locked on his… taking in his dilated pupils, the sharp edges of his features, the flush staining his cheeks... he was just as affected as me.
"So goddamn pretty like this," he mumbled then lifted my other leg so both were hooked over his arms, opening me wider for Sylus’ cock.
Sylus growled as he sank deeper, a shudder rolling through his powerful body as his thrusts sped up.
"So perfect… all ours… we'll keep you like this always… and you won’t ever run from us again… will you, kitten?"
"N-no," I gasped. "I won't run again… I promise… I swear."
The words seemed to please him… the tension in his expression softening as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Good girl," he murmured then his hands were cupping my ass cheeks and he started hammering his cock in and out of my body like a man possessed.
I arched with a sharp whine and shook my head, pushing against his chest.
"Too deep…"
"You can take it," he growled. "You were made for this… for us."
Caleb hummed, his fingers trailing down my stomach to wrap around the base of Sylus' cock where it disappeared inside me. His thumb rubbed slow circles over the spot where we were joined… deliberate… taunting… then he pressed down on my clit harshly.
A strangled cry tore from my throat, my legs trembling and my hips spasming against Sylus’ violently as I came so hard it hurt.
"That's it… there you go… such a good girl," Sylus growled, his mouth trailing up my neck as he buried his face against my skin. "Perfect…"
One of his hands slid up my chest, his fingers wrapping around my throat, not applying any pressure but holding me in place as his mouth latched onto my neck and sucked, his hips jerking against mine as his cock pulsed inside me.
"Fuck..." Caleb murmured then suddenly he yanked Sylus' head back by the hair.
Sylus let out a rough growl of surprise but then Caleb crushed their lips together in a brutal kiss… a clash of teeth and tongue that made me whimper just seeing it.
They broke away after what felt like forever, chests heaving, gazes locked and hungry… and then Sylus smirked, his eyes darkening.
"You want something, pretty boy?"
Caleb grinned… sharp and dangerous, a wild look in his eyes that had me shuddering. He looked like a man who'd found his purpose—a hunter who just found his prey.
"I do, actually," he drawled.
"Oh?" Sylus mumbled, a slow smirk curling the corner of his lips as he slowly pulled his cock out of my body. "And what would that be?"
Caleb's smile turned dangerous, his gaze raking over both of us like a physical touch until it settled on Sylus’ length as it slapped against his stomach.
"I think you know," he responded in a low voice—rough like gravel.
Sylus' breath hitched, his red eyes flashing with something dark.
"You want me to fuck you?" His voice was rough—raw with disbelief and a hunger that had my stomach clenching.
Caleb didn't flinch, just let out a slow exhale through his nose before nodding.
For one terrifying second… I thought Sylus might refuse him or tell him he wasn’t ready again but then he smirked… satisfaction curling his lips as he stepped forward until their chests were pressed together.
Caleb's eyes widened at the sudden movement but then a low noise built in his chest as Sylus grabbed Caleb's waist possessively and pulled so their hips were pressed together.
Sylus ran his nose along Caleb’s throat before nipping his skin.
"Been thinking about it, pretty boy?" he growled quietly.
Caleb let out a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering before he closed them and pressed his forehead against Sylus' shoulder.
"Yeah…" he replied, voice barely above a whisper, "been thinking about it lately… a lot."
Sylus hummed as he moved one hand up to bury it in Caleb's hair then tugged his head back again, forcing their gaze to meet.
"Why didn't you say something then?" he murmured.
"Because," Caleb rasped, voice rough with frustration and something far more vulnerable beneath it, "I didn't think you wanted me like that." His jaw clenched. "You never... touched me or looked at me like that until… recently."
A dark chuckle rumbled from Sylus’ chest as he dragged a finger down the center of Caleb’s bare torso—watching goosebumps rise in its wake until he reached the head of Caleb’s cock.
"And now…" he murmured, tilting his head mockingly as he drew a finger through the moisture there and brought it to his mouth.
Caleb's breath caught, his gaze locked on as the other man sucked the digit past his lips—a slow, deliberate motion.
"Now?" he repeated through gritted teeth, hips twitching forward.
"Now you ache for it," Sylus growled, the words rough with satisfaction. His free hand slid down to grip Caleb's hip hard enough to bruise—yanking him flush against his own body so their cocks pressed together in a hot, slick slide.
Caleb let out a sharp groan at the sudden friction, his hands flying up to dig into Sylus' shoulders like an anchor.
"Fuck—"
Sylus didn't let him finish—just crushed their mouths together again in a kiss that was all teeth and dominance while grinding against Caleb with slow, filthy rolls of his hips.
"You want my cock?" he murmured darkly when they broke apart for air.
Caleb's breath came in ragged bursts; sweat-slicked chest rising and falling rapidly beneath ink-stained skin then he murmured, "Yeah."
A satisfied grin spread across Sylus’ face then he was letting go, stepping back and removing his hands from Caleb’s body.
Caleb let out a sound of protest and went to follow him but Sylus held up a hand, his gaze flicking to me for a moment before it settled back on Caleb’s, "Then I think we should take this somewhere else…"
Chapter 13
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Summary:
Valko, Sylus x Caleb
Chapter Title: Winner... Sucks? (Part 3)
Word Count: 3,147
TW: oral sex, penetrative sex between males, smut, m/m, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 7 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Chapter 4: Boop
Chapter 5: Winner... Sucks? (Part 1)
Chapter 6: Winner... Sucks? (Part 2)
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Chapter 7: Winner… Sucks? (Part 3)
Caleb’s breath hitched, his purple eyes darkening with something raw. He didn’t hesitate before surging forward, knocking the werewolf onto his back and climbing over top of him. The sudden shift caught Valko off guard, his golden eyes widening in surprise for half a second before Caleb was on him, straddling his waist and crashing their mouths together.
There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was all teeth, tongue and desperate hunger, like Caleb had been holding himself back from what he had clearly wanted for a while but could no longer stand it. His hands gripped the other man’s jaw roughly as he kissed him with feverish intensity, nothing like the shy boy who had spent most of the night blushing at every word or touch.
Valko let out a surprised grunt but quickly melted into it, one large hand sliding up to tangle in Caleb's hair while the other wrapped around his back. The werewolf kissed back just as fiercely—mouth moving against the other man’s with equal desperation—and when they finally broke apart for air, they were panting hard as they stared at one another for a long moment.
Caleb immediately dove down again after that brief pause but instead he went lower. Not toward Valko's mouth or even his neck but straight down along that sculpted chest… nipping lightly at each nipple before moving lower over defined abs until he reached those tight hips and the large cock resting against the werewolf’s belly.
Valko tensed with a sharp inhale and a slight arch of his hips… every muscle coiled like he was bracing for something monumental. His golden eyes locked onto the man above him with an intensity that bordered on worshipful hunger.
The Colonel wrapped one hand around Valko’s thick length, giving it a slow experimental stroke from base to tip before leaning down and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the flushed head. Valko made a noise somewhere between a growl and gasp and his fingers clenched in Caleb's hair like he needed an anchor.
Then Caleb licked up the underside in one long stripe. Slow, deliberate… teasingly light compared to how the werewolf had been when the roles were reversed. The contrast had to be maddening, gentle caresses where everything else had been rough between them so far.
A low, guttural moan tore from Valko’s throat, his thighs tensing as his hips lifted off the floor, chasing that soft lick like he couldn’t help himself. Caleb smirked and did it again… one long, slow drag of his tongue from base to tip before swirling around the head with deliberate care.
Then he seemed to take pity on the werewolf or maybe just wanted to see how far he could push him and finally closed his lips around the flushed head, sucking gently while swirling that wicked tongue right where Valko needed it most.
Valko’s body arched off the floor with a choked groan, one hand fisting so tight in Caleb’s hair it had to hurt. The other hand shot out blindly toward me as if seeking contact with me too or subconsciously letting me know I hadn’t been forgotten.
I didn’t hesitate; I grabbed onto his outstretched fingers, instantly lacing our hands together tightly while watching with half-lidded eyes. My cock was hard and throbbing between my thighs and I couldn’t help but reach down and wrap my fingers around my length and start stroking.
Valko’s grip on my hand tightened as Caleb took him deeper, his breathing coming in ragged bursts through clenched teeth. His abs flexed with every shallow thrust of his hips, desperate little movements like he couldn’t stop himself.
Caleb took more into his mouth slowly… testing how much he could handle before pulling back with a wet pop and swirling that sinful tongue along the underside before diving down, taking the whole nine inches in one go.
Valko’s body jerked violently, a ragged shout tearing from his throat as both hands returned to clamp onto either side of Caleb's head while those golden eyes blew wide in shock at having every inch suddenly engulfed in tight wet heat.
For one second neither moved… then Caleb swallowed around him deliberately, sending white-hot lightning through Valko's spine, before he pulled off his length and crawled slowly up his body. The werewolf was still gasping, chest rising and falling rapidly as their lips met… this kiss slower but filled with the kind of hunger that came from wanting someone so badly it hurt.
Valko’s hands slid down to grip Caleb’s hips while their mouths moved together in perfect sync—tongues tangling, teeth nipping at each other's lips. The air smelled like sweat and sex now; thick with tension as they ground against one another. Then Valko rolled, flipping their positions effortlessly and pinned Caleb beneath his larger frame.
His mouth crashed back onto Caleb's hungrily while one hand roamed possessively: tracing collarbones, skimming down toned arms, squeezing biceps before trailing lower along defined abs, tracing one finger along Caleb’s cock then dipping lower, pressing against his hole.
Caleb gasped at that touch, body tensing with a mix of surprise and sudden, overwhelming arousal. Valko didn't push inside him yet, just applied gentle pressure there with one fingertip while watching Caleb’s face like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Caleb’s lips parted in a shaky exhale then he mumbled, "You don’t have to stretch me… I use toys."
Valko's eyebrows shot up at that confession, and for a second, he just stared, processing the unexpected information. Then his expression shifted into something darker… more possessive. "Oh?" His voice dropped an octave, rough with sudden interest. "What kind of toys?"
Caleb blushed furiously and averted his eyes. "Dildos mostly…"
Valko’s pupils dilated, his fingertip pressing slightly harder against Caleb’s hole just to make him gasp. A slow smirk curled on his lips… the kind predators wore right before pouncing. "So you're used to being filled then."
"Yeah… I like it." Caleb’s admission came out in a whisper, barely audible.
Valko’s smirk widened into something downright feral then without another word, he flipped Caleb onto his stomach with effortless strength. The Colonel gasped at the abrupt movement but didn’t resist.
For one long moment there was only silence as Valko studied the broad shoulders, narrow waist and tight ass laid out before him like a buffet then he leaned over and pulled open a drawer. He grabbed a bottle of lube without hesitation and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers before tossing the bottle aside then leaned over Caleb's prone form. He pressed one hand between his shoulders to keep him still while using the other to spread the lube on his cock.
The slick sound of Valko coating himself filled the quiet room, a stark contrast to the heavy breathing coming from the three of us. Caleb trembled beneath him… head turned to the side, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed and fingers twisting into the carpet in anticipation.
Valko leaned down, positioning himself over Caleb, one hand braced against the floor while the other guided his thick length to press against that tight entrance. He didn’t push in immediately; he took a moment to tease, rubbing slow circles around the rim before applying light pressure.
Caleb’s breath came in short, shaky gasps, each one sharper than the last as the anticipation built. He looked like he wanted to protest but he kept quiet as the werewolf took his sweet time, seemingly enjoying how tense and pliant he was, how he was trembling with need… waiting. Then finally, he pressed forward enough for the broad head to breach that tight ring of muscle.
A sharp gasp tore from Caleb’s lips, his hips instinctively arching up to take him deeper. His fingers clawed at the carpet as Valko pushed deeper with agonizing slowness, inch by thick inch filling him up until his hips met those perfect ass cheeks.
Valko stayed perfectly still once fully buried inside him, letting Caleb adjust while pressing slow kisses along the back of his neck and shoulders to his ear. One large hand rubbed soothing circles on Caleb’s hip while the other carded through dark locks and held him still while whispering soft reassurances against the side of his neck.
Caleb exhaled shakily, body slowly relaxing after a few deep breaths then he pushed back slightly in silent invitation. The werewolf understood instantly. A low growl rumbled from his chest—part approval, part barely restrained hunger—and then he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in with deliberate control.
This time wasn’t slow though; it was deeper. Harder. More possessive than anything they'd done yet. Each thrust made Caleb's breath hitch louder until soft moans spilled from his lips with every snap of Valko's hips.
My hand tightened around my cock, stroking the long length in time to Valko’s thrust, as I watched them through heavy-lidded eyes. The sight of powerful muscles flexing underneath sweat-slick skin each time they moved sent heat straight through me. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and guttural moans and whimpers made my thighs quiver and my stomach tighten with need.
I wanted to reach out and touch one of them… both of them, but this moment was special. Something that seemed to have been a long time coming.
Valko’s rhythm grew rougher, hips pistoning with increasing urgency. The werewolf was holding back just enough to not hurt him, but every powerful snap of his pelvis showed how badly he wanted the man beneath him… needed him.
Caleb wasn’t complaining. His moans had turned into breathy cries, each one more desperate than the last as pleasure overwhelmed him. One arm reached back blindly, fingers grasping at one of Valko’s thighs, silently urging the werewolf to go faster, take him harder.
With a low, feral growl that vibrated through the room, Valko grabbed Caleb’s hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and pounded into him with raw, unfiltered hunger. Each thrust was punishing—deep and fast—driving his cock in so hard that their bodies made a sharp smacking sounds with every movement.
Caleb cried out and pushed up onto his knees, lifting that perfect ass in the air. The shift in position gave Valko deeper access, an angle that made his thrusts hit Caleb right where he needed them most. A particularly brutal snap of his hips had Caleb arching like a bow, a high-pitched whimper tearing from his throat.
Valko leaned forward, pressing his broad chest against Caleb's back. His lips found the shell of Caleb’s ear, and he bit down gently before murmuring darkly, "You feel so fucking good."
"V-Valko," Caleb whined, a soft sound that only spurred Valko to wrap one arm around Caleb's torso and pull him upright so his back was flush against his chest.
I tightened my fingers around my cock, mesmerized by how Valko's sweat-damp muscles flexed with every movement… how each powerful thrust jostled Caleb’s entire body forward before he was yanked back by the grip around his waist… how flushed both their faces were from exertion and pleasure…
The new angle made Caleb gasp louder, his head falling back against Valko’s shoulder as the werewolf continued to pound into him with single-minded intensity. Every snap of Valko’s lean hips sent a jolt through Caleb's body, and he instinctively reached up to grip the thick forearm wrapped around his chest for balance, fingers trembling where they pressed into hard muscles.
Valko kissed along the side of Caleb’s neck between ragged breaths, open-mouthed kisses that turned into light bites when the Colonel shuddered and tried to angle his head away. Then one hand left its possessive hold and slid down Caleb’s chest and stomach until calloused fingertips curled around Caleb’s cock.
The moment Valko’s hand wrapped around his length, Caleb grunted. His back arched as those skilled fingers started stroking him in perfect rhythm with each punishing thrust. "Please…" he begged, rotating his hips against Valko’s pelvis in a sensuous movement that made my breath hitch sharply.
"Please what?" Valko chuckled darkly against his ear and tightened his grip just slightly before picking up speed. His palm glided up and down Caleb's cock while he fucked into him, every deep snap of his hips perfectly timed to match the brutal pace of his hand.
Caleb was unraveling fast. Sweat gleaming on his neck, shoulders and chest. Tears pricking the corners of those purple eyes as he gasped for breath between cries. He was oversensitive but unable to stop himself from rocking into Valko's touch whenever possible.
I watched them closely, my own breathing growing erratic. My cock ached; throbbing painfully against my lower belly and suddenly I couldn’t sit still and just watch anymore. Not when every gasp and moan falling from Caleb sounded so sweet or when Valko’s possessive growls made heat pool low in stomach…
Getting up on my knees I scooted around until I was in front of Caleb and ran my fingers down his chest. The second my fingers touched him; his eyes snapped to mine… glassy with pleasure and need.
For a heartbeat, we just stared at each other then he surged forward awkwardly, wrapping his arms around my neck and crashing our mouths together in a messy kiss. It wasn't graceful but it was hungry and needy and so typically Caleb that I melted instantly.
One hand moved to cradle his jaw while the other slid lower to pinch one of his nipples before traveling down over toned abs. My thumb brushed over the head of his cock where Valko’s grip had been moments ago but now that thick length throbbed between us… untouched, throbbing steadily… just begging for me to do something.
Reaching down, I gripped both of our cocks in one fist and started stroking. The sudden sensation made Caleb gasp sharply. His hips jerked forward, chasing the tight heat of my grip as a moan vibrated from his throat.
Valko’s thrusts didn’t stop; if anything, they grew more relentless now that Caleb was distracted. Each powerful snap of his hips drove Caleb’s cock into my tight grip. I stroked slowly at first, getting used to how different we felt pressed together. His smooth skin contrasting with mine… his skinnier length pressed against my thickness, my cock an inch longer than his impressive eight inches, the way he trembled…
Caleb broke away from our messy kiss with a whimper when I twisted slightly on an upstroke and buried his face in the crook of my neck where he bit down gently on the sensitive skin to muffle another noise.
The sensation of his teeth grazing my neck sent a jolt straight through me, and I tightened my grip instinctively, squeezing just enough to make him whimper again. Valko noticed immediately; his gaze darkening and a low growl rumbling from his chest… not in anger, but in primal approval. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, not painfully but firmly enough to tilt my head back and expose more of my throat for Caleb’s lips, teeth and tongue.
Valko’s mouth crashed onto mine before I could even process the move, claiming my lips with a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath. His teeth caught my lower lip, biting down just hard enough to sting before his tongue swept in and invaded my mouth. He kissed exactly like he fucked—all raw hunger and dominance.
Caleb attacked my neck and chest with just as much fervor, surely leaving behind marks as he sucked and bit at my skin. "You taste so good," he mumbled before biting down on my collarbone hard enough to break the skin.
I gasped sharply, both at the sharp sting of Caleb’s bite and the overwhelming sensation of being kissed so roughly. My free hand flew up, tangling in Caleb’s hair, holding him closer.
Valko finally broke the kiss only to immediately latch onto my jaw instead and he sucked harshly, a spot that made me shudder violently. I couldn't help but arch like a cat begging for more attention even as I continued stroking… savoring every twitch our cocks gave beneath my palm.
Valko growled and suddenly one hand slid down between us. His large palm covered mine where I was stroking both our lengths and added pressure, forcing a rougher rhythm from me. "We come together," he grated out against my skin then picked up his pace.
The command in his voice sent a thrill through me. With his larger hand guiding mine, our strokes became firmer—more synchronized—each movement deliberate and intense. The added pressure made every glide feel electrified, the heat between our bodies skyrocketing.
Caleb let out a guttural moan against my neck, his breath hot and uneven as he squirmed. Valko’s thrusts grew sloppier; less precise but deeper each time like he was chasing something just out of reach. His free arm locked around Caleb's waist to keep him steady while that dominant grip on my wrist ensured I didn't slow down for even a second.
I could tell they were close by the way Caleb's thighs trembled and how Valko's breathing turned ragged against my shoulder. Then… "Fuck," Caleb gasped sharply before going rigid in Valko’s arms as pleasure crashed over him first. A broken cry tore from his lips while thick ropes of come spilled over our joined hands and something about the erotic sight dragged me over next.
Valko followed instantly with guttural moan muffled by biting down hard on muscle where neck met shoulder—not quite enough break my skin but enough to leave a vivid mark—and came deep inside Caleb.
For a few breathless seconds, no one moved. Just heavy panting and sweat-slick skin pressed together. Then slowly, Valko pulled out with careful consideration for Caleb’s sensitivity before collapsing backward onto the floor.
Caleb slumped forward, boneless and trembling with aftershocks, his forehead pressed against my chest as he tried to catch his breath. His skin was clammy with sweat, hair sticking to his face. The usually composed Colonel looked utterly wrecked—lips swollen from kissing and biting, eyes hazy like he’d just run a marathon.
I wrapped an arm around him, holding him close while my other hand absently stroked up and down his back in soothing circles. He nuzzled into me weakly—exhausted but content—and let out a soft sigh that made warmth bloom in my chest.
Valko watched us from his spot on the floor, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. Sweat still glistened on his sculpted chest as he took slow, deep breaths. For a moment there was quiet… just our breathing syncing and Caleb’s occasional shiver then Valko reached over and ran his fingers along my thigh then Caleb’s. "Mine."
Chapter 8: Red Handed
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Summary: She doesn’t remember anything about her life before she saw him. But he wants nothing to do with her… until all of a sudden he does.
Word Count: 6,012
Netherlord - Chapter 5 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
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The words were quiet, but they carried weight… like a door finally creaking open after being locked for years. My breath hitched slightly as I lifted my head to look at him properly as he pushed himself into a seated position and removed his boots before dipping his feet in the water.
This was it. The talk. The one that would explain everything: his coldness, his jealousy… and maybe even what this really was between us.
I swallowed hard before pushing myself up into a sitting position beside him. Turning fully toward him, I tucked one leg beneath me while fiddling with the pendant around my neck. "What about... your meeting with The Council?" I asked softly.
He glanced at me before turning his gaze back to the pond, where koi glided beneath the surface, darting forward bravely to nip at his toes before moving away again. "It was postponed," he said simply. "They wanted answers about Ghost sightings... I told them I had more important matters to attend to."
The way he said that so casually dismissive of something as serious as Council business spoke volumes. Nothing mattered more than this moment right now with me.
A silence fell again before he exhaled and finally looked at me, those violet eyes searching mine. "I owe you explanations," he admitted quietly. "For everything."
The air between us grew thick. Not with tension, but anticipation. This was the moment I’d waited for for years… answers to questions that had haunted me since I had woken up with him standing over me.
I didn’t interrupt or rush him, just nodded and leaned slightly closer, only for him to grip my waist and lift me into his lap. The sudden movement made me gasp as I was effortlessly settled across his thighs facing him. His large hands rested on my hips—warm and solid—anchoring me there while the cool night air kissed the bare skin of my thighs.
For a second, he just looked at me… like he was memorizing every freckle, every flicker of emotion then he averted his gaze, almost like he was wrestling with himself. "You and I are connected on a level that’s almost impossible to understand," he started slowly, "… two halves of a whole. Yin and yang." He trailed off, brushing his thumb over my pendant absently.
When he spoke again, his voice had dropped lower, the words measured and careful like he was choosing each one with extreme precision. "We aren’t supposed to be together. When we are… things start to fall apart, decay and wither."
The air between us turned heavy, the weight of that confession pressing down on my chest. My breath hitched slightly as I processed those words—we aren’t supposed to be together. The idea that our closeness caused destruction felt impossible to reconcile with how right it felt…
My fingers dug unconsciously into the muscle of his shoulders. "What do you mean?" I finally whispered, unable to stop myself from asking despite the dread curling in my stomach.
Was he telling me that now that I knew what it was like to be in his arms, safe and protected, that it needed to stop? Was something going to happen to me if we were together? Was something going to happen to him?
"I know what you’re thinking, Zaya. Stop it," he growled, making me jump and look up at him in surprise.
"When we're near each other for too long… things die," he continued then gestured around us before adding grimly, "It’s why I waited so long to bring you back the last time you died. It’s why I stayed away from you for eighty years even though all I wanted to do was hold onto you and never let you go. I was trying to find a way for us to be together without destroying everything."
The implications sank in like ice water as I looked around us. The lotus pond remained serene… petals drifting on glassy water, koi glided through its emerald depths, insects darted towards the water before fluttering away.
Beautiful… untouched by decay.
My stomach twisted as my mind raced with more questions… how long did it take for things to die when we were together? Was it gradual or sudden? Did people get sick or just die?
Before I could ask any of those things aloud, his hand lifted again. This time cupping my cheek and turning my face, so I had no choice but to meet his gaze head-on. "Listen, everything is okay," he said quietly but intensely. "I figured things out and we don’t have to be away from each other ever again." He lightly tapped the gemstone. "That's why this pendant exists."
It pulsed faintly under his fingertips… almost as if the magic within was drawn to him. The soft glow reflected in his eyes, making them look even more vibrant. Almost like twin galaxies swirling with power.
My breath caught as I realized why he had given me the pendant. It wasn’t just jewelry. He hadn’t given it to me on a whim. It was protection. A barrier against whatever destructive force tied us together.
"These pendants," he continued, "they neutralize the decay when we're near each other." He touched his own matching one… the green gem identical to mine but slightly larger and embedded in gold rather than silver.
Relief flooded through me so fast it nearly made my knees weak as everything clicked into place. The answer to why he’d waited so long before bringing me back after my last death? Why he’d waited another eighty years to be with me… all because he was searching for a way for us to be together.
What had he gone through to obtain them? How did they work to keep us together? And why did I have a feeling I wouldn’t like the answer?
He exhaled slowly as if sensing my thoughts. The weight of centuries seemed to press down on him. All the years he’d spent searching, experimenting, and failing… before finally succeeding. "They weren’t easy to make," he admitted quietly. "They required something… rare."
His gaze flickered away for just a second—an uncharacteristic hesitation from someone usually so confident and unshakable then it returned to mine. "The core of each gem is a piece of an ancient tree here in the Nether Realm… a piece of the soul of the tree to be exact. It’s the only thing known that can stabilize our energies and it took me quite some time to hunt the grove these trees grow in down and extract enough cores to make these pendants."
The revelation sent a chill through me because he had obtained the soul of an ancient trees... used their very essence? Had they been sacrificed to create these pendants? That kind of magic didn’t come without cost.
I stared at the glowing green gem, suddenly seeing it differently even though moments ago I had been grateful. Now I didn’t see it as a beautiful gift, but as something forged from sorrow and sacrifice.
How many trees had he destroyed for this? Had there been a great battle or were there Guardians protecting them that he had been forced to destroy?
My fingers hovered over the pendant before I finally touched it again… this time with uncertainty rather than curiosity. "Caleb," I started softly, searching his face for any hint of regret or pain about what he’d done to acquire them. "Did you… kill those trees?"
His expression darkened. Not in anger at my assumption but something else. "No." A pause as he studied my face then he continued quietly, "They gave them willingly and will continue to do as long as I return once a year and bring them the things they need to thrive."
My breath hitched because if they'd given up pieces of their souls freely then these trees weren't just objects. They were living beings who understood why they were needed and what they required in return. And once again, that changed everything about how I saw the pendant resting against my chest and his own heart...
He watched the emotions flicker across my face—the surprise, the relief, then something deeper. Respect. Awe. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just let me absorb it all, the weight of what he’d done to make this possible.
The ancient trees weren't mindless creatures; they were wise and sentient beings who understood balance better than anyone in this realm. And they had chosen him… trusted him enough to give pieces of their souls so that we could finally be together without consequence.
That kind of bond… that level of trust from an entity older than time itself? It spoke volumes about Caleb. Not as the cold man I had come to know or the obsessive lover but as someone worth following.
His fingers gently curled around the pendant, his touch feather light and reverent. "They know what it's like to care for something so deeply that you'd sacrifice everything for them," he murmured, voice thick with an emotion I rarely heard from him… gratitude. Gratitude for these ancient beings who believed in our bond enough to ensure that nothing would be destroyed because of it… not people nor nature itself nor us.
"What do they require in return?" I asked quietly.
He exhaled slowly. "They demand balance," he said simply. "They’re ancient Guardians. Older than even the gods in this Realm and they thrive on harmony between life and death, creation and decay… yin and yang."
He shifted slightly beneath me, adjusting my weight across his thighs before continuing. "To keep these pendants stable… I have to return every year with offerings: soulbeads from slain Ghosts, fruits from sacred orchards beyond our borders; pure water drawn from the mountain springs; and rare minerals."
His lips quirked slightly, not quite a smile but something close to amusement at how mundane the things they required sounded for such powerful magic. "They wish to meet you the next time I visit," he added, a flicker of something almost like pride passed through his eyes.
The idea of meeting them, beings older than time itself, wise and powerful enough to understand our bond sent a flutter through my chest. They wanted to see me? Not just hear about me… but meet me.
I could almost picture them in my mind: towering hundreds of stories high with dark bark thick like armor, their glowing green leaves whispering secrets of the universe as they stood guard over sacred groves of smaller trees.
"Meet them?" I repeated softly, surprised by how much I suddenly wanted this—to stand before those who had willingly given pieces of their souls for us.
He nodded. "They want assurance that you're real," he explained gently. "That you're not some illusion or trick meant to harm the balance." His fingers slid from his pendant up into my hair again… a habitual gesture that he couldn’t seem to control that I loved.
The way his fingers threaded through my hair was so familiar now—gentle, possessive, and comforting all at once. It grounded me as I processed everything.
"When do we go?" The question left my lips before I could overthink it. There was no hesitation in my voice because this mattered too much, not just for us but for them too.
His lips curved slightly at the corners. "In six months," he answered, then lifted his free hand and tapped the center of his chest where his pendant rested against his bare skin. "The magic stabilizes with the winter season; but they’ll know if the gems weaken or lose power before then and send word for us to come to them."
Six months. It wasn't far off, and yet it felt like an eternity to wait.
Caleb's fingers continued carding through my hair absently while his other hand traced idle patterns on my thigh… the touch light but grounding. We sat in comfortable silence for a while longer, listening to the pond’s soft ripples and distant night creatures calling to each other.
Eventually though… he shifted beneath me again.
This time not just adjusting but tilting forward until his lips met mine in a kiss that was different from all the others tonight. Softer, slower… almost tender. It wasn’t hungry or claiming or fueled by anger this time; it was sweet, an expression of something deeper than possessiveness or passion. Love? Affection? Gratitude? All three mixed into one.
Whatever emotion drove him into that gentle press of lips against mine I melted into it instantly, returning each featherlight brush with one just as soft.
When we finally parted, his breath fanned over my mouth as those purple eyes searched mine again. There was something raw in them… vulnerable even. Then he hugged me. Not possessively or tightly but carefully… almost hesitantly? Like someone afraid their arms might break the very thing they were holding if they squeezed too hard.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck where loose pieces of my silver hair tickled my neck and for several seconds… he just stayed there breathing me in while one hand rubbed slow circles on my back.
I closed my eyes and let myself melt into him completely—nose pressing against his temple as I inhaled that familiar scent: sandalwood with a hint of something uniquely him. No cologne could replicate it; it was just Caleb—the man who had loved me through lifetimes. The man who had spent decades? Centuries? Longer? Trying to find a way for us to be together.
How could I ever repay him for everything he had done in order for us to be together? For what he had sacrificed? His time? His sanity?
His lips brushed against my neck once… then again. Tiny, almost absent-minded presses like he couldn’t stop himself from touching me. Each one sent a little shiver through me, making me crave more of his touch, more of his kisses.
I felt his lips curve into a small smile against my skin before they moved along my jawline until finally reaching the corner of mouth where he paused. For another heartbeat, nothing happened… then he turned his head and captured my lips in another soft kiss before pulling away with a lopsided smile.
The sight of that smile, rare and genuine, not the cold expression or possessive glare he had worn so often made my heart swell. It was small, barely there… just a slight upward tilt at the corner of his mouth but it transformed his entire face into something breathtakingly beautiful.
I couldn’t help myself; I giggled. A light, airy sound that slipped out without warning because seeing him like this made me giddy inside for reasons I couldn’t understand.
His smile widened just a fraction, and he just stared at me, those purple eyes wide like he’d never heard that sound before… or maybe hadn’t in so long he forgot how it sounded. Then something shifted. That quiet tenderness in his gaze deepened into something warmer, softer than I'd ever seen on him. No possessiveness. No control or dominance… just pure affection.
Without warning, his arms tightened around me, then he was kissing my cheeks rapidly: quick pecks here then there like an overexcited child discovering joy for the first time.
Mwah! On one cheekbone.
Mwah! On the other.
Mwah! A soft smooch right on nose.
Each kiss came with more laughter, the bells in my hair chiming softly each time my head moved. The sudden, playful side of Caleb was so different from the quiet, reserved man who ignored me for eighty years or the intense, obsessive man who had claimed me last night and kissed me with bruising hunger was utterly disarming.
I laughed again and instinctively raised my hands to cup his face between them. His skin was warm under my palms; smooth except for the faintest stubble along his jawline.
For a second, I just looked at him… memorizing this version of a man I couldn’t fully remember but who I knew deep down had belonged to me dozens if not hundreds of times: high cheekbones flushed with pleasure, eyes crinkling at the corners with happiness… lips slightly parted as his breath fanned over mine…
Without thinking or maybe following some instinct that told me I had done so a million times before, I leaned forward slowly until our mouths met once more. This kiss wasn't rushed or hungry but slow and sweet… like tasting something precious after years without it.
The kiss deepened naturally, our lips moving together in perfect sync like they’d done this dance a thousand times because we had. There was no urgency, no fire or passion driving it… just warmth and tenderness. The kind of kiss that spoke volumes without words.
My thumbs brushed over his cheekbones as I kissed him, savoring the softness of his mouth against mine and the way his lips parted slightly to accommodate me like he trusted me completely.
And Caleb? He responded with quiet devotion. No tongue, no teeth… just slow presses of lips and tiny nips followed by soothing kisses.
When we finally broke apart, he didn’t pull far away, instead resting our foreheads together while our noses bumped lightly every time one of us breathed.
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment—long lashes casting shadows on his flushed cheeks—and he exhaled slowly through his nose like he was savoring this too. The peacefulness radiating from him was surreal… the cold Netherlord who many here feared? The obsessive lover who claimed me so obsessively? Gone.
In this instant… there was only this. Only us.
He pulled back, one hand lifting to brush stray hair behind my ear while the other traced down the side my face before cupping my jaw tenderly and then he whispered words that shattered whatever composure I had left.
"I love you."
The words… simple, quiet, and so deep in their sincerity, hit me like a tidal wave. My breath stopped entirely for a second.
I’d known it. Deep down, even if I didn’t understand what we were to one another, I had always felt it on some level that he loved me… but hearing him say it out loud? After centuries of silence? After lifetimes where he hadn’t been able to be with me?
Tears welled up instantly—stinging the corners of my eyes before spilling over without permission. They slipped down my cheeks fast and hot as his thumb caught one mid-fall and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I did love him… I always had.
"I love you, too."
My lower lip quivered as I stared at him through blurry vision, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I surged forward and crashed our mouths together again.
He kissed me back with equal fervor. One hand slid down to press against the small of my back, pulling me even closer until there was no space left. Until our bodies were flushed together from chest to hips. The other hand cradled the back of my head gently but firmly keeping our lips locked as if afraid I'd pull away too soon.
When we finally did part, the look on his face stole what little breath I had left. He was beaming, his whole face lit up like the Nether Realm’s twin moons. His eyes sparkled, crinkled at the corners, and his cheeks were pink from more than just kisses.
The sight of him like that was something I never thought I'd see. The man who wore stoicism like armor was radiant. His entire face glowed with pure happiness, unfiltered and bright as if he’d just been handed the universe itself. And all because he had figured out how we could be together. Then we said ‘I love you’ out loud and that made everything better… real.
Tears kept streaming down my cheeks, happy ones that didn’t stop. Not even when he pulled me close for another kiss, fingers wrapping around my braid while his other arm slid around my waist, holding me so close that our heartbeats synced.
We stayed locked together like that for what could have been minutes or hours, but eventually exhaustion began creeping up, the adrenaline fading and leaving behind peaceful contentment instead.
He finally broke our kiss with a sigh that was more content than tired and rested his forehead against mine as his thumb wiped away another stray tear from my cheek. "We should get you inside," he murmured softly, voice low and warm with affection.
He didn't wait for a response before carefully lifting me into his arms bridal-style. I instinctively curled against his chest, wrapping my arms around his next and resting my head against him, quietly listening to steady thump of his heart beneath my ear while he carried me towards our home.
The walk through the moonlit garden was quiet, peaceful in a way I hadn’t experienced since waking up here. The cool night air kissed my skin, but Caleb’s body heat kept me warm as he carried me effortlessly.
When we reached the grand double doors, he nudged them open with his shoulder and stepped into the dimly lit foyer before making his way to our bedroom. As he pushed open the door to our chambers, the soft glow of lanterns cast golden light over the plush rugs and silken sheets. The bed looked impossibly inviting after such an emotionally overwhelming night.
He carried me straight towards it, gently lowering me to sit on the mattress then quietly removed my gown and camisole then his pants before climbing into the bed beside me. Gently wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me further up the bed until my head was on one of the fluffy pillows before laying down beside me.
For a moment, he just lay on his back staring at the ceiling… as if absorbing everything. Then he turned onto his side and pulled me against him so that my head rested on his chest while one arm draped over my waist.
The moment I settled against him; his body molded to mine perfectly like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek was soothing, the rhythmic thud-thud of his heart a lullaby. His fingers idly traced circles on my back, a touch so gentle it made me feel cherished rather than claimed.
Outside the window, crickets sang their evening song while fireflies flickered in and out like tiny stars dancing across the water. But I remained focused completely on him. I closed my eyes, just breathing him in and when I opened them again… he was already looking at me.
Without speaking, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to each eyelid before moving to brush one against the tip of my nose then finally captured my lips again, a slow sweet meshing of mouths that left me breathless and wanting more.
The kiss was feather-light at first, but it deepened almost instantly, becoming hungry. His mouth moved over mine with quiet reverence and when his tongue gently slipped past my parted lips to meet mine, I melted into him completely.
One hand cradled the back of my head while the other splayed across my lower back, pulling me closer until there wasn't an inch between us. Every now and then he'd pull away slightly for air only to dive right back in again—as if stopping meant breaking whatever spell had fallen over us.
A soft moan slipped out when he nibbled lightly at my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. The sound seemed to spark something inside him because suddenly he rolled us without breaking the connection, pressing me deeper into the mattress.
His body hovered just above mine, hips tucked between my thighs and hard cock sliding against my center, as those skilled lips kept working their magic. Biting playfully here then kissing sweetly there… each touch igniting tiny fires under my skin.
The weight of his body was intoxicating… solid, warm, and utterly possessive in a way that sent sparks through my veins. Even though we'd already been intimate multiple times, this felt different. Not rushed or desperate… but slow-burning intimacy laced with tenderness.
His hands roamed my body slowly, reverently. Memorizing every curve and dip like he hadn’t already committed them to memory. His fingertips traced the outline of my collarbone before gliding down to the swell of my breast, his thumb tracing light circles around my nipple then his large hand cupped my ribcage and glided down to rest on my waist.
When his lips finally left mine, they trailed down my jaw… then lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat. A whimper escaped me as his teeth grazed that sensitive spot right above my shoulder.
The bite was gentle, not enough to hurt, but enough to make my breath hitch and my fingers lift to tangle in his hair. He chuckled against my skin before soothing the spot with a slow lick and another kiss before his lips continued their descent, mapping every inch of exposed skin. The hollow of my throat… over my collarbones… down between my breasts.
He hesitated there for a moment before looking up at me through his lashes, then he licked my skin before moving and sealing his mouth around one pert nipple. The sensation sent a jolt straight through me—electric and sweet. I arched into him, a soft gasp slipping past my lips as pleasure spiked through every nerve.
He hummed, low and satisfied, the vibration sending another shockwave of pleasure through me. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak before he sucked gently, drawing it deeper into his mouth while his teeth lightly scraped in a way that made my hips jerk against him.
One hand slid up to cup my other breast, thumb brushing over its peak, alternating between soft pinches and slow circles until it was taut. The contrast between his mouth lavishing attention on one side while tormenting the other with delicate touches had me squirming beneath him.
When he finally released my nipple, his lips found mine again in a searing kiss. His kiss deepened quickly; hungrier now. One palm slid down my chest to my stomach, tracing every inch of soft skin as he explored my body until his fingers found the slick folds of my pussy.
He didn’t rush. He took his time exploring me with slow, deliberate strokes… teasing the outer lips before slipping a single finger between them to gather moisture. Then he worked that finger in lazy circles around my clit, just enough pressure to make me whimper but not enough friction for real relief. The frustration built deliciously inside me… and from the smirk I felt against my lips he knew exactly what he was doing.
Breathing heavily, he shifted just slightly so that while one hand continued its maddening teasing below… the other reached down and grasped his cock, those long fingers slowly sliding up and down his length.
The sight of him touching himself—those strong, elegant fingers wrapping around his thick cock while watching my every reaction with those dark violet eyes—sent a fresh wave of heat straight through me. His strokes were slow at first, almost lazy… just enough friction to make the tip glisten with precum. The way his thumb swiped over it before continuing to stroke himself made me bite my lip hard because I wanted him so badly, I could barely stand it.
The air between us grew heavier, charged with need. His cock twitched in his grip as he watched my face, studying every flicker of desire, every hitched breath and something possessive flared in his eyes.
Without warning, he captured my mouth again while moving over me to line himself up. The broad head of his cock pressed against me… teasing just enough to make me squirm then he was sliding inside, slowly at first as if savoring each bit of the tight heat surrounding him. A groan rumbled from deep in his chest when we were fully joined, forehead dropping to mine as we both gasped for air.
For a moment neither of us moved; just breathed together while our bodies adjusted then he began moving—a slow roll of hips that dragged almost entirely out before pushing back in with deliberate slowness that had me whimpering into the crook of his neck.
Each thrust was measured and deep rather than fast or frantic… the rhythm was maddening. Deliberate, full-bodied strokes that sent waves of pleasure radiating through my core. His hips rolled in a slow, sensual grind that made me feel every ridge and vein of his thickness, stretching and filling me perfectly.
His arms caged me beneath him as he moved, one hand braced by my head while the other cradled the side of my face. His breath came in warm puffs against my lips as our mouths hovered just inches apart… never quite kissing but close enough to share the same air.
Every movement screamed devotion. The way his hips rocked into mine with such care, the soft press of his lips when they finally met mine again in a kiss that was more feeling than passion. It was overwhelming.
Tears pricked at my eyes, not from sadness but from how much I loved this closeness after so many years apart. His thumb brushed the skin of my cheekbone before he kissed each eyelid again… almost like he knew and was offering a silent apology for every lonely year without him.
His thrusts stayed slow, one hand sliding down to grip my thigh and lift it higher around his waist. The new position widened my legs and the angle changed slightly, which had him hitting that spot deep inside me that sent sparks shooting up my spine.
A quiet, broken sound escaped him—half moan, half sigh—as his hips stuttered for just a second. His eyes fluttered shut as he focused on the sensation of my pussy clenching around him, of my arms wrapping around his shoulders and my nails digging into his skin.
His breath hitched against my skin, the shift and tightness of my body making every thrust more intense—more perfect. His lips found my shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my skin while his hips began moving with a slightly firmer rhythm. Still slow… still deliberate… but now each deep stroke carried more purpose.
The hand on my thigh slid higher, fingers kneading into the soft flesh there before gripping firmly to adjust my body, tilting my hips so he could sink even deeper. The new position had his cock head dragging over that sweet spot relentlessly with every roll of his hips.
A whimper slipped out when the pleasure suddenly crested sharply. Not quite an orgasm but close enough to make my nails dig into his back. He responded by capturing one of my wrists and pinning it beside our heads without breaking pace before grabbing the other and dragging them above my head with one hand.
His larger frame caged me beneath him, his body radiating heat and strength as he continued those slow, deep thrusts. Every roll of his hips now carried that perfect angle that made my back arch and sounds I had never heard pour from my lips.
His breathing grew heavier, each exhale hot against my mouth. His free hand slid down his chest, over the tight planes of his stomach to where our bodies were joined. There, his fingers brushed over where his cock slid in and out of my pussy before moving higher to find my clit. He touched it lightly at first, a featherlight circle that made me gasp and squirm under him.
The dual sensations… his cock stretching me perfectly combined with slow circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves were overwhelming. Pleasure coiled tighter in my belly like a spring winding tighter with each second.
My thighs trembled; lips parting soundlessly for a few seconds before I finally found air and moaned so low that it almost couldn’t be considered a sound. He heard it though… the broken cry slipping from between my clenched teeth and something primal flickered behind those violet eyes before he sped up his thrusts.
The change was subtle at first, just a fraction more urgency in his movements but then the restraint snapped. His hips pistoned faster, his cock hit deeper, each snap of his pelvis driving me into the mattress with delicious force. The hand pinning my wrists tightened slightly as he adjusted to this new pace while keeping my clit under those torturously perfect circles of his thumb.
Every nerve lit up like fireworks every time he bottomed out, the stretch now bordering on overwhelming but in that sweet way that made pleasure sing through every muscle and tendon. My back arched off the bed, desperate moans spilling past my swollen lips.
The slap of skin meeting skin filled the room alongside ragged breaths and whimpers.
The room spun, my vision blurred at the edges. The sensations were almost too much yet not enough: his cock pounding into me with relentless precision, that thumb circling my clit just shy of too rough but exactly right, the delicious burn in my thighs from holding this position.
A high-pitched whine built in the back of my throat as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside. My body tensed… muscles locking up… toes curling into the sheets beneath us…
Caleb saw it coming before I realized exactly what was happening, the exact second I teetered on that precipice. His lips crashed onto mine again while he increased both speed and pressure simultaneously; hips slamming down harder now while his thumb pressed more firmly against my clit without losing its rhythm.
That was it. I shattered.
Wave after wave of blinding white-hot ecstasy ripped through me so violently that for a terrifying moment, I forgot how to breathe. My back arched and my pussy clenched around his cock as euphoria exploded… bright colors dancing behind my eyelids almost like a kaleidoscope.
He didn’t stop his desperate thrusts, not even when he felt every fluttering contraction of my body squeezing around his cock greedily. After several more thrusts, he groaned against my mouth, a low guttural sound vibrating straight through his chest and suddenly froze except for the pulsing of his cock as he followed me over.
For a few heartbeats, he just stayed there… frozen above me while waves of ecstasy rolled through him. His face twisted slightly in blissful agony before his features softened and slowly relaxed then he exhaled and collapsed. Even in his blissed-out state, he was careful to avoid putting too much weight on my smaller frame by bracing himself on one elbow.
His other hand came up to brush damp strands of hair away from my sweaty forehead before pressing a slow kiss right between my eyebrows. Then he slowly pulled out of my body and rolled, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me with him until I was pressed against his side.
He kissed the top of my head without a word, just an absent press of lips to before settling back into the pillows and running his fingers over my hair then down my back. The warmth radiating from his body wrapped around me like a second blanket… safe and comforting.
A few minutes passed like this in comfortable silence until he shifted so we faced each other. In dim lantern light he looked younger somehow… less guarded as he reached out and ran a finger over my lips before pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
"I've loved you," he murmured against my skin, "in every lifetime. And I will keep loving you... until there are no more stars."
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Summary:
Valko, Sylus x Caleb
Chapter Title: Winner... Sucks? (Part 2)
Word Count: 3,213
TW: oral sex, smut, m/m, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 6 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Chapter 4: Boop
Chapter 5: Winner... Sucks? (Part 1)
Link to next head canon at the end...
Chapter 6: Winner… Sucks? (Part 2)
The second Valko’s lips wrapped around him, Caleb shattered. A strangled cry tore from his throat… high, desperate, and completely unfiltered. The werewolf took him deep without hesitation. No teasing licks or gentle suction to ease Caleb into the new feeling… just immediate heat and wet pressure that had his body jerking like he’d been electrocuted.
Valko hummed in satisfaction and went straight for deep suction with a swirl of his tongue along the underside of Caleb's cock before sinking down and taking more than half in one go.
Caleb whimpered… an erotic noise that dissolved into a choked gasp when Valko hollowed his cheeks and pulled off his long cock until he swirled his tongue around the tip then dove back down, taking it all in one go all the way to the base.
I felt it… the full-body shudder that rolled through Caleb as he arched against me so hard he almost slid off my lap. I wrapped my arms around him to keep him in place and unable to resist, dragged my fingertips down his well-defined chest to the taut ridges of his stomach, relishing every rapid rise and fall of his frantic breaths.
He was a mess… a beautifully wrecked mess. His chest heaved, sweat already beading at his temples from the sheer intensity of Valko’s mouth working him over with brutal expertise. The werewolf didn’t just suck… he devoured like Caleb was his favorite flavor of yum. Each bob of his head was deliberate, each drag of his lips and tongue calculated to unravel Caleb completely.
And it worked.
Caleb’s fingers twisted violently in Valko’s hair… half pushing him away, half pulling him closer. He didn’t seem capable of making a coherent decision; his body caught between pushing the werewolf away one moment then yanking him back in for more the next.
Valko didn't seem to mind the conflicting signals. If anything, the desperate tugging only seemed to spur him on. His large hands pinned Caleb's hips down, making Caleb and I both moan when that perfect ass ground against my cock.
The friction was maddening. The warmth of Caleb’s body pressed back against me, the way his hips rocked with each bob of Valko's head… it sent electric shocks straight to my groin. My cock throbbed, trapped between us and aching for attention. Desperate for more, I couldn’t help but raise my hips and grind against him while biting at the skin of his neck.
The second he felt my mouth on him; he let out a high-pitched whimper that dissolved into a breathless moan. His head lolled to the side, baring more skin like an offering. I kissed along his throat before sinking my teeth in just enough to leave another mark without breaking that beautifully pale skin.
Caleb’s breath hitched, body going pliant for a moment before he pushed his hips back while I ground up against him. Valko’s mouth remained locked on his cock, relentless in its pace and pressure while I marked up his neck with biting kisses and let my hands roam.
Valko growled, a deep vibration that traveled straight through Caleb’s body into mine, and lowered one hand from Caleb's hip to slide those rough fingers down between my thighs then higher until his fingertips brushed against my balls.
His touch was firm. Testing at first… a feather-light brush over the fabric hugging my hard length before his fingers curled and gave an experimental squeeze. The low noise that escaped me must’ve pleased him because his golden eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark with hunger. And then he deliberately tightened his grip.
The pressure was perfect. Just enough to make my hips jerk upward. Valko didn’t give me what I wanted immediately though; no, the bastard teased with slow rolls of his palm over the straining fabric while smirking around Caleb's cock at my reaction—a predatory twist of his lips that said oh, you like that, do you?
Before I could recover from the shockwave of pleasure rippling through me, he shifted his attention. One moment he was stroking me with slow intent; the next… his hands vanished entirely as he released both Caleb and me to kneel up and peel off his shirt in one fluid motion.
His bare torso was impressive, all lean muscle defined by years of combat training and wolf-like agility. Broad shoulders tapered down to a toned chest… an eight pack of abs carved into perfect ridges leading to a defined V-line that disappeared beneath low-slung sweatpants where an obvious bulge pressed against black fabric.
He tossed his shirt aside, the fabric landing somewhere behind him then he reached up and ran his hands through his hair before leveling that heated gaze on Caleb. The Colonel’s breath hitched, his dazed purple eyes drinking in every inch of exposed muscle like he was seeing a masterpiece for the first time.
And Valko relished it… the way Caleb stared made something primal flicker behind those golden eyes—a possessive pride that flared hotter when the other man unconsciously licked his lips. Not one to waste time… the werewolf reached down and yanked off Caleb’s sweatpants and boxers the rest of the way down his long legs in one rough motion before doing the same to himself.
The room seemed to grow warmer or maybe it was just the sheer heat radiating between us. The second Valko’s sweatpants hit the floor, revealing his thick length already fully hard and flushed at the tip, Caleb let out a tiny gasp. His gaze dropped automatically… wide-eyed and suddenly very aware of how much bigger Valko was than him.
Valko crawled back over Caleb with a grace that was beautiful in someone so big. The way he moved was hypnotic—fluid, powerful. Every muscle in his body flexed under his smooth skin.
Caleb swallowed hard, still sprawled on my lap and now completely exposed… except for the faint blush painting his cheeks. His eyes stayed locked on the thick shaft resting heavy against the werewolf’s stomach and something about that stare made Valko smirk.
Then without warning, he closed the distance and captured Caleb’s lips again in another searing kiss. This one wasn't gentle or teasing either; it was all tongue and teeth right from the start. Dominant claiming pressure that had Caleb’s arms wrapping around Valko’s shoulders as their mouths moved together in a feverish rhythm of biting kisses and shared breaths.
One of Caleb's hands slid up into Valko’s red hair while the other pressed flat against that sculpted back… fingers splaying wide like he wanted to memorize every ridge of muscle. His hips ground upward desperately, dragging their bare cocks together with just enough pressure to make both men gasp.
Valko broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, his forehead resting against Caleb's as he panted through flared nostrils. The werewolf looked completely wrecked… lips swollen, pupils blown wide with lust, large cock leaking steadily at the tip.
He let out a low growl, his large hand sliding between them and wrapping around their lengths, a tight grip that made Caleb whimper. Valko stroked slowly at first… testing how they fit together before picking up speed. Every drag of his calloused palm drew broken noises from Caleb that were erotic: soft gasps, bitten-off moans and whimpers muffled by Valko’s hot mouth.
Caleb arched into it as he got closer and closer to falling over… chasing every stroke like a man starved for touch. His hips rocked instinctively to meet each motion while one hand clutched desperately at the back of Valko's neck and the other still mapped every muscle on that sculpted torso like it was sacred ground.
The movements of that tight ass against my cock drove me crazy, making my eyes roll back in my head and a low moan escape my throat before I could stop it. The sound snapped Valko’s attention to me. His golden eyes, hazy with lust, flicked toward mine and what I saw there sent a jolt straight through me… hunger. Not just for Caleb… but for me too.
For one long second, we just stared at one another, a silent conversation passing between us with one heated look. The werewolf was clearly torn… caught between his current focus on unraveling the Colonel in my lap and his growing awareness of how much I wanted him too.
He hesitated. Just for a breath. Then his hand slowed on their cocks, thumb swiping lazily over the swollen heads as he studied the way my lips parted with each shallow exhale, how my fingers had tightened in Caleb’s hair without me realizing my hands had traveled there.
The air between us crackled with tension. Valko’s gaze lingered on my mouth, his own lips parting slightly as if craving the taste of me again. His hand slowed further… gentler now, almost absentminded in its motion compared to the feverish pace from moments ago.
Caleb noticed immediately. His breath hitched—not from pleasure this time, but suddenly awareness that Valko’s focus had shifted elsewhere. He blinked up at the werewolf through heavy-lidded eyes, confused by why those skilled fingers weren’t working him toward release anymore.
Valko leaned down and kissed Caleb, but it wasn't a passionate kiss; more like an apology or reassurance wrapped in warmth rather than hunger-driven need. Then without warning… he pulled away completely.
He lifted off Caleb and grasped the Colonel around his lean waist, lifting him off me like he weighed nothing. Caleb made a soft, surprised noise as he sat on the plush carpet beside me. For a moment, the werewolf just stared at him… those golden eyes tracing every flushed inch of Caleb’s face and something unreadable flickered in Valko’s expression.
Then he reached out and traced Caleb’s lips with his fingers with a smirk. "I think we should give our ‘babysitter’ a reward for making us finally get along, don’t you?"
Caleb’s eyes widened, his cheeks burning even brighter at Valko's words. For a second, he just stared—lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling rapidly—as if trying to process what the hell was happening. Then… realization dawned. His gaze darted between me and Valko with sudden understanding and something else flickered in those purple depths too… heat, want, need.
Valko smirked at what he saw in Caleb’s eyes and in one swift motion, he turned his head and crushed his lips against mine—hungrier than last time, more desperate than before. His mouth was warm and demanding as it slanted over mine, teeth nipping at my lower lip before diving in with a possessive kiss that stole the air from my lungs.
His hands immediately found their way to my body, large palms sliding up my chest to the collar of my shirt where he gripped the material and ripped it open. Buttons scattered across the floor like tiny, discarded secrets. Cool air hit my bare chest for half a second before Valko’s warm hands were on me, his touch electric as his fingers trailed down the exposed skin of my sternum the lower, tracing each rib with deliberate slowness.
Then he was kissing me harder. His mouth moving over mine with ravenous hunger, tongue sweeping into my mouth in a deep kiss that left no room for hesitation or gentleness. The contrast between how gently he'd handled Caleb versus this rough dominance sent shivers down my spine. This wasn't sweet or teasing… this was claiming.
And I loved it.
I gasped when his teeth caught my bottom lip and tugged sharply and then his lips were everywhere: along the line of my jaw, down the column of my throat where he sucked hard enough to leave a mark then lower still until they hovered right above my cock…
Valko’s breath was hot against the fabric covering my aching length as he hovered there for a torturous second, golden eyes burning into mine with dark promise. Then, without warning, his large hands unbuttoned and unzipped my pants then they hooked into the waistband and yanked them down in one rough motion. My cock sprang free… fully hard, flushed at the head with precum already glistening at the slit and slapped against my lower belly.
Valko’s nostrils flared, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he stared at my cock like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Then he leaned forward and dragged the flat of his tongue up my entire length in one slow, filthy stroke from base to tip.
I gasped sharply, my hips jerking up instinctively, but Valko didn't let me move far. One large hand clamped down on my thigh to keep me pinned while his mouth closed around the swollen tip. His tongue swirled around in slow circles before pressing down hard on the sensitive slit, lapping up every drop of precum there with deliberate relish.
His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, unblinking and intense… as if memorizing every twitch and gasp he pulled from me. Then he sank lower inch by inch with slow, devastating precision that made every nerve in my body light up. The heat was unbearable, the wet pressure of his lips and tongue working together to drag me deeper into his mouth with each passing second.
He didn’t stop until I hit the back of his throat and then he hummed. The vibration sent electric shocks through me. A ragged moan tore from me as my hands flew to fist in his hair… not to push him away but for something to hold onto while pleasure short-circuited all rational thought.
His throat worked around me and the second he swallowed; my body tensed like a live wire about to snap. Then came that hum again, the vibration of his voice around my cock, and I was gone. A choked cry escaped me as my back arched and my hips went wild, thrusting against him erratically as I tried to keep from coming.
He didn’t pull away or stop though. He stayed on me with my cock all the way down his throat for ten seconds before slowly sliding back up with torturous precision. His lips dragged along every ridge and vein with maddening slowness while that wicked tongue lapped at sensitive spots only someone who knew exactly what they were doing would find.
When he finally released me with a soft pop he smirked, that same dangerous curve of lips we’d seen all night, right before he dove right back down without mercy. Faster strokes alternating between shallow sucks and deep swallows that made moans pour from my throat.
Caleb watched us closely; eyes wide, pupils blown with arousal as he slowly stroked his cock. He bit his lip hard enough to leave marks while his other hand slid up my thigh closer to where Valko’s mouth was wrapped around me and slowly slid through the moisture pooling around the base of my cock.
The movement only fueled Valko’s hunger. His eyes flicked to Caleb for a second and something primal flashed in his gaze. He increased the pace, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. One hand came up to cup my balls, rolling them between his fingers.
The combination was overwhelming. My breathing grew ragged; every muscle coiled tight as pleasure crackled through me. My fingers twisted tighter in Valko’s hair as my head fell back against the couch cushion, a long groan leaving my lips.
I was losing it. Fast.
Valko sensed my impending climax like a predator tracking wounded prey. His lips sealed tighter around me, sucking harder… each pull sending jolts of white-hot pleasure up my spine. The hand cupping my balls squeezed gently before sliding lower to press against the sensitive skin just beneath, adding another layer of overwhelming sensation that made me whimper.
Caleb’s breath hitched and he scooted closer on his knees until he was pressed against my side. He watched with rapt attention, his neglected cock leaking steadily against his stomach, but he didn’t touch himself again… too entranced by what was happening.
Valko abruptly pulled away, lips leaving my cock with a soft, wet sound. A string of saliva connected his mouth to the tip for half a second before snapping. My hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing the heat of his mouth but he was already shifting, crawling over me—muscles flexing under all that smooth skin—and pinned me against the couch with his larger frame.
His eyes burned into mine as they raked over my face then lower… taking in how wrecked I looked: flushed skin, swollen lips, chest rising and falling fast, my neglected cock standing stiff and throbbing against my stomach.
Without breaking eye contact he kissed me again. Harder this time. More demanding than before… like he needed it desperately now more than anything else. I kissed him back just as fiercely while my hands roamed everywhere they could reach… his broad shoulders first then down those sculpted arms to his defined chest then lower to his abs.
Valko let out a low, possessive growl as my hands explored every hard plane of his body. His skin was warm—scorching hot even—and slightly rough with scars. He didn’t stop me at first; in fact, he seemed to enjoy it but then he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head against the couch cushions.
He climbed fully into my lap, tongue sliding against mine in slow, filthy strokes that made heat pool low in my stomach all over again. The weight of his muscular body was overwhelming. The heat radiating off him seeping into me where we touched chest-to-chest while those broad shoulders blocked out everything around us.
His cock pressed hot and heavy against mine, the friction sending sparks through my entire body. Every slight shift of his hips—just a tiny grind here, an accidental brush there—made me gasp into his mouth. The werewolf wasn't rushing this kiss though; no, he was taking his time savoring it while I squirmed beneath him desperate for more contact.
One hand left my wrists, sliding down over the frantic hammering of my heart then lower across my sweat-slicked abs until those long, calloused fingertips could wrap around both our lengths at once. I gasped—loud and broken. The friction was insane: the heat of him against me, the slickness from our precum making every slide smoother. His grip wasn’t tight; this was slower, more deliberate… teasing in a way that made my hips twitch with the need to move.
He smirked against my lips, clearly enjoying the way my body reacted to him. His thumb swiped over our cockheads, smearing precum before slowly stroking us side by side in a rhythm that was maddening. Every drag of his calloused palm sent sparks up my spine. The heat of him pressed flush against me combined with Caleb pressed against my side and the slick friction below made everything feel amplified… every nerve ending alight.
Then he broke the kiss and leaned back. "As the winner… I think I want more." He paused and looked over at Caleb, gaze heated and needy. "From both of you."
Chapter 7: Winner... Sucks? (Part 3)
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TW: AU, threesome M/M/F, M/M, M/F, smut, penetrative sex
Warnings:
This is an explicit fic told by Non MC.
There is penetrative male/male sex in this fic. Each fic in this series will be M/M/F. The LaDs boys all have different occupations in this series than in the game. If any of those things bother you, this isn't the fic for you!
Summary: They grew up together, opened a tattoo shop together and have always done everything as friends... but she wants more than that from one of them. What she doesn't know is the other one wants them both...
Word Count: 4,567
Tattoos & Tequila - Chapter 11 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
That was my first thought when I woke up the next morning.
I thought about not going to work to avoid having to face them but that was the coward’s way out, right? At least that's what I told myself as I walked to work.
It felt almost like a death march… every step taking me closer to having to tell them what I had decided. My thoughts were a messy jumble, my emotions a tangled ball of anxiety and sadness.
I'd spent the night crying into my pillow, my mind going around in circles wondering if I was making the right choice or not, and I was sure the first thing they would notice were my bloodshot eyes and my flushed cheeks.
When I got to the shop, I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, my heart in my throat. It was quiet and a part of me hoped it would stay that way, but I wasn't that lucky…
I could hear movement in the break room but before I could even step over the threshold, I heard a voice off to the left near the seating area and froze.
"You’re late."
Sylus was sitting on one of the couches, his arms stretched along the back and his long legs stretched out in front of him. His red gaze was on me, his expression a mix of annoyance and something else that I couldn't quite place.
I swallowed, my voice coming out raspy as I stepped inside, "I uh… I overslept."
It was a pathetic excuse, and by the way his eyebrow arched I knew he didn't believe me.
He stayed quiet for a moment, his gaze searching my face, no doubt taking in my flushed cheeks and the dark circles under my eyes and I looked away, my heart rate picking up under his stare and my stomach twisting into knots.
"Liar…" his voice was low… almost dangerous as he stood up, "You weren't even planning on coming in, were you? You were going to keep avoiding us… avoiding this. Am I right?"
I opened my mouth to respond but no words came out, and he let out a low growl as he crossed his arms over his chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing just as Caleb came out of the break room and saw me standing in the doorway.
Caleb paused, looking uncertain for a moment on whether he wanted to approach or not then he leaned back against the wall, eyes slowly roaming over my body in a way that made goosebumps break out on my skin.
The air in the room almost seemed to shift, the tension suddenly making it hard to breathe as I stood frozen under two intense gazes and I felt so vulnerable all of a sudden that the need to escape became overwhelming.
"You look like hell," Caleb stated, his voice gruff and his face unreadable. "You alright?"
My throat was dry, my voice cracking as I answered, "I'm fine… didn't sleep much."
Sylus made a noise that was almost a scoff. "Not at all… judging by the look of you."
Suddenly confused, I looked back and forth between them.
The last time the three of us had been in a room together they had exchanged angry words and looks and now they were acting like nothing had happened… bantering back and forth like they always did and acting like the friends they had always been.
And then, I realized…they had talked… about me… about this entire situation and had apparently come to some kind of agreement behind my back.
The question was…
What had they agreed on? And how would it affect the decision I had made?
It was almost too much… the choice… them… this situation now… and my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
"I…" I swallowed again, my throat closing around the words as I tried to figure out what to say but all that came out was a shaky breath and then a soft… "Damnit…"
The silence in the room after that was deafening, and it kept growing with every second that passed as they stared and I felt like a gazelle standing in between two hungry lions that wanted to bolt but wasn’t sure if it should.
Sylus' jaw clench, and he took a step forward as if sensing my thoughts. "Don't…" he murmured, the word so soft I almost missed it. "You run and I’ll be forced to chase you."
I froze and as he took another step closer, I felt my eyes burn with tears.
"I… I…"
I couldn't think of anything to say as he closed the distance between us in a few long, easy strides until he was standing in front of me.
"You've been crying," he whispered, reaching up and tracing his fingers down my cheek.
I nodded, looking down to avoid his gaze as I whispered back, "Yes… I-I didn't know what to do or what I'm supposed to say… I… I'm so tired… I feel like I'm losing my mind."
His fingers trailed gently along one of my tear tracks then slid into my hair, gently gripping the strands and tilting my head up.
"Look at me."
I obeyed, almost hypnotized by the demand in his tone, and when my eyes met his they were a swirl of anger and need.
"Why is it so damn hard for you to make a choice?" he asked, his voice a low growl that made my whole being vibrate.
I tried to look away because I had made a choice but I wasn’t so sure it was the right one anymore, but his fingers held me in place. I could feel my breath coming out in shaky gasps as I tried to speak, "I-I don't-"
"You can't keep running from it forever," he murmured, his grip tightening slightly.
"I'm not…"
Caleb was now standing a few feet behind him, his gaze intense as he watched the interaction between us and I felt even more like a rabbit in the middle as they slowly closed in and surrounded me so I couldn’t run.
"You are… and you know you are…" Sylus' whisper was almost a hiss. "Tell me why it’s so hard for you to make a choice, Bay."
"Because it's not about the choice," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's about the consequences… the consequences of whoever I choose and the ones if I choose neither. I'm afraid of both outcomes and what it would mean..."
The room was so silent I could hear the sound of my heartbeat racing in my ears as I took a shaky breath, my stomach twisting into knots as I continued and told them the truth, "I love you… I’m in love with you both and I can’t choose so… neither. I won’t do it… I won’t choose between you… I can’t… so I choose neither one of you."
The words were out now, the confession hanging between us and making the silence that followed even more intense.
Sylus' eyes flashed, his expression darkening and I heard Caleb let out a low curse but I kept my eyes locked on Sylus, my heart in my throat as I waited for his response.
He didn’t say anything for a while… just stared, gaze intense as a myriad of emotions passed through his eyes… hurt, anger, frustration…
It was all suddenly too much… too intense… too soon… and I felt trapped and stupid… so stupid for everything…
"Sylus… please… let go…"
"No."
My eyes widened, that single word coming out in a low, dangerous tone that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. It sounded possessive, feral… a sound he made when he was angry or frustrated or buried balls deep inside me…
I swallowed, trying to pull away, but his fingers tugged and held true.
"Sylus…"
He growled and as he pulled me closer, my hands came up to press against his chest.
"No… you’re not going to run…"
"Let go…" I said again, begging this time as I pushed against him.
He was way, way too close… too intense… and my heart rate rose as his eyes narrowed. "No… we aren't done here… you aren't going anywhere…"
I shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks as I dropped my gaze to my hands where they were curled into fists against his chest.
"I-I… I messed up and now you both are going to hate me… I need to go so I don’t-"
"Stop," he whispered and his fingers moved to cup my face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I don't hate you, baby… I could never hate you… you're just… maddening."
I jumped when Caleb suddenly appeared beside us and flipped the CLOSED sign before crowding against my back.
"I don’t hate you either, Bay…" he mumbled in my ear.
The way they were boxing me in made it hard to breathe and as much as I wanted to believe that it was because they accepted what I wanted, I didn’t think that was what this was.
This was something more and I was having a hard time trying to figure it out.
"I'm sorry…" I managed to whisper, the tears falling faster now. "I can’t choose… I don’t know if I ever will be able to…"
"You can’t… or you don't want to?" Sylus asked, his fingers moving back into my hair and holding me in place so I couldn't turn away.
I closed my eyes to block him out, my head aching from the constant back and forth. "Both…" I murmured, "I love both of you… I want you both… and I don't want to lose either one of you so I-"
"You won't lose either of us…"
"You don't understand…" I whispered.
"Explain it to us…" Sylus said softly.
I took a deep breath, trying to make sense of my jumbled thoughts and emotions. "I… I never intended for any of this to happen… I never thought… never even dreamed that I could have both of you… and now that it's no longer a possibility, I…"
"Who said it wasn’t?" Sylus asked.
The question caught me off guard and I felt my heart rate pick up, my mind suddenly swirling as I tried to process his words.
"Wh-what? I thought… but you said… Caleb… I…"
"Slow down, Bay… what did I say?" Caleb asked, his breath warm against my skin.
I faltered, the words that I had been so sure of just a moment before suddenly tangled in my throat. "I-I thought you said that you couldn't share…" I mumbled, trying to push away the hope that was starting to build. "I thought you… you said you couldn't do it… that you wouldn't."
"Things change," he murmured. "And the situation is different now."
"I… I don't understand… what changed?"
Sylus’ eyes flicked to Caleb then back to me. "Caleb and I… talked. We have agreed that losing you isn’t worth it and we are willing to try this out… to see if it will work and even if it doesn’t we will try to be what you need even if we can’t be with each other."
I froze, my heart pounding so hard I was sure they could hear it.
My gaze darted between them—Caleb’s amethyst eyes, Sylus’ burning red ones—both staring at me with a hunger that made my knees weak.
They… they mean it.
My breath hitched as the realization crashed over me like a tidal wave.
They wanted to try… to be with me. To be with each other…
The thought sent heat rushing straight to my pussy, and for the first time since this whole mess started... I didn’t feel guilty anymore.
A shaky exhale escaped me as I lifted trembling hands to grip their shirts—one fist in Caleb's T-shirt, the other tangled in Sylus' collar—and yanked them closer until our foreheads nearly touched.
"You're… you're not messing with me…?"
"I don't play games…" Sylus growled. "Not about this."
"We can try…" Caleb whispered against my neck and I felt him move closer, his body pressing against my back as he leaned down and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Because now that I’ve had you… I can’t go back, Bay… not after waiting for so long to have you."
"You mean that? Both of you?"
Sylus exhaled sharply through his nose. "Kitten," he murmured, his voice dropping into something rough and unyielding—the tone he used when he needed me to listen. "Do I ever say things I don't mean?"
My chest tightened as Caleb's fingers flexed against my waist then his lips brushed just below my ear as he murmured, "We're not asking for a choice… we're giving you an answer."
"I..." The word came out strangled because holy hell what was I supposed to say, what was I supposed to do now? The one thing I had been wanting for years was finally coming true and I could only think… did I kiss them? Did we have sex now? Did we wait? Did we go on dates first?
What were we supposed to do?
"What's wrong?" Sylus whispered in my ear, his voice pulling me away from the chaos in my brain. "You're overthinking, aren’t you…"
His breath ghosted across my skin and a shiver ran up my spine.
"I… I'm just… I don't know what to do… I… I wanted this for years, but I never thought…"
Caleb's mouth moved over my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin and making me shiver again.
"We know… we're here now…" he murmured. "You have us both."
I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling as their touches sent waves of heat through me.
"Then…" My voice came out small, uncertain. "What do you want from me? Right now?"
Sylus' grip on my chin tightened just slightly. "You, kitten. Just you…"
Caleb's hands slid up under the hem of my shirt, "You don't gotta think anymore today…" He paused and nuzzled along my jawline before adding gruffly, "… just feel."
"Ah ah…" Sylus mumbled as he reached out and grabbed Caleb by the chin. "Gonna have to wait, pretty boy. We have a shop to run… there will be plenty of time to feel one another later."
Caleb made a low sound deep in his throat, almost like a growl. "You're killing me," he muttered, his gaze flicking back to mine. "You're killing both of us…"
And then he stepped back slightly and I felt the air rush back into my lungs because I could breath again. I was trying to catch my breath when I felt Sylus' fingers under my chin.
"Look at me…"
I met his gaze, nibbling on my lip as I waited.
He traced his thumb across my lips then a slow smile spread across his face. "You better be ready for tonight, kitten," he murmured, his voice a rough and low rumble that sent heat coiling through me. "Because neither one of us is going to be gentle."
I let out a whimper, my body reacting instantly to the rough promise in his voice. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as I tried to steady myself, but it was no use… the thought of what they were going to do to me made me tremble.
Caleb's low chuckle rumbled in my ear as he leaned in close enough for his breath to ghost over my ear again, "Fuckin' hell… you hear that? He's not playin’ around."
His hand slid down and gripped the back of my thigh hard enough that I yelped making both men smirk at each other over my head like they'd just won something.
Sylus watched with dark amusement while Caleb continued, "Better pray we get through this workday fast… ‘cause if you think the last time we were together wrecked you?" A sharp nip on my earlobe made me shiver. "Tonight’s gonna ruin ya."
And somehow between their combined touches and filthy promises… one possessive grip under my skirt while the other man palmed my throat and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before moving away… the air got so thick breathing became impossible.
The only thing left to do now?
Wait until the end of the day when I finally got what I had always wanted... being sandwiched between the two men I loved most in this world.
… the rest of the day passed by in a blur.
I tried my best to focus on tattoos and piercings, but it was almost impossible when I had the promises of later hanging over my head the whole time.
Every single thing I did was tainted with the knowledge that soon enough, I would be in bed with them both inside me, around me, holding me close while they both claimed me… and my imagination ran wild.
I could feel their gazes on me every so often, which didn't help… and the tension between us felt was so thick several customers picked up on it, giving us amused looks and whispering amongst themselves.
The clock seemed to tick by slower than normal as the day drew to a close and my heart felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest as I sat at the counter and tried to work on a custom design for a customer coming in the next day.
Normally sketching helped relax me but my head was too full, my mind too busy wondering and worrying over how it was going to happen, what was going to happen… when it was going to happen.
When the clock finally ticked over to closing time, I felt my heart stop and my mouth go dry. It was time, and I couldn't decide whether I was ready for whatever they had in store or not.
Sylus was the first to move… his fingers wrapping around my wrist as he yanked me up from the stool with a rough jerk. His red eyes burned into mine, dark and hungry, as he dragged me toward the break room.
Caleb locked the front doors with a sharp click before following.
"Time's up," Sylus growled, the sound more animal than man as he shoved open the door and practically threw me inside. The room was normally spacious and cozy to me… but that changed when both men crowded in after me.
My breath hitched hard enough to hurt as Caleb prowled closer while Sylus backed me up against the wall and gripped my chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting my head up so there was no escape from their stares.
"You nervous?" Caleb murmured gruffly right beside my ear.
I swallowed. "A little," I whispered.
He chuckled and placed a gentle kiss against my ear as his fingers traced my neck. "Relax, pretty girl… we're going to take good care of you."
Sylus let out a dark, humorless laugh as his grip on my chin tightened just enough to make me whimper. "A little?" he repeated, voice dripping with condescension. His other hand slid down to grip the back of my thigh then he yanked it up around his hip.
Caleb didn't bother hiding his smirk when I gasped at the rough treatment.
Sylus’ hands slid up under my shirt then, his touch hot against my skin as he pushed the fabric up... and I let my head fall back against the wall with a moan as I raised my hands so he could pull it off me.
Caleb leaned in once the shirt was gone, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on my neck as he deftly unclasped my bra with two fingers and tossed it aside. "Don't even know what you're in for… do you?"
I whimpered, bringing my hand up and burying it in his dark hair.
"Look at you," Sylus murmured, dragging a rough thumb over the swell of my bottom lip while Caleb sucked another bruise onto the column of my throat. "All shaky and I bet you’re wet for us already."
Caleb's hand moved… fingers twisting one nipple before he cupped my breast and licked a long line up my neck.
I gasped, back arching as a shock of pleasure zipped straight to my pussy. "F-fuck," I stammered, "you can't say that you want me then expect me not to react."
Sylus' eyes were dark with desire, his fingers sliding down my stomach and underneath my skirt with deliberate slowness.
"I don’t just want you, kitten… I want you both."
That little confession made heat explode under my skin.
Over the past few months, I had wondered if that was the case… there was something about the way he talked about Caleb, the way he looked at him… the way he always looked desperate and needy while listening to Caleb fuck in the break room.
To have it confirmed… I thought my body was going to combust with lust on the spot.
I wanted to ask questions because the conversation they had between the ultimation and me coming into the shop this morning must have been heavy… all feelings laid out, all their wants and needs and desires out in the open for all to see.
And I was at the epicenter of it all…
"You're really okay with this?" I asked between gasped breaths. "You both want this?"
"We're here aren't we?" Sylus grunted. "Wouldn't be here if we didn't."
Caleb let out a low sound deep in his chest, his mouth moving back up my neck to find my mouth. The kiss was hard and demanding, full of teeth and tongue, and I didn’t try to resist as he deepened it before he pulled away and murmured, "He does have a way of getting what he wants."
Sylus' growl vibrated through me as Caleb's words hung in the air. "That I do," he agreed darkly before claiming my mouth with a kiss that stole what little breath I had left.
Caleb didn't let up either, his hands moving with rough purpose as he pushed his hand further under my skirt and flipped it up to expose the bare skin beneath. "Fuckin' hell... that’s hot…" he muttered then his long fingers were sliding into my pussy with no warning.
I cried out, my hips jerking into his touch. My body was on fire—every nerve ending alight with sensation, every brush of skin against skin sending sparks through me.
"Look at you," Sylus rasped against my lips, his red eyes burning as he watched me squirm between them. His grip on my hair tightened when Caleb curled his fingers, making my hips bucked, "You were made for this… for us."
Caleb chuckled darkly against the shell of my ear before adding another finger and scissoring them. "Bet she can take more though," he mused… right before pressing down hard on my clit with the palm of his hand.
I let out a sharp cry, my body arching violently between them as I came for what would probably be the first of many times tonight.
"That's it," Sylus growled, pressing a rough kiss to the corner of my mouth while Caleb worked me through the aftershocks.
Caleb smirked then he slowed his movements, dragging his wet fingers out just enough for me to feel empty before pushing them back in deeper just to feel me clench again.
"Fuck, you clench so good…" he murmured, biting down on the tendon where neck met shoulder before adding another finger without warning.
Sylus' shifted, one hand yanking open his jeans and pulling his cock out before stroking the long, thick length from top to bottom while his other hand shoved my legs further apart.
Watching silently, Caleb pulled his fingers free and leaned against my side as Sylus lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against my soaked entrance.
"Gonna make you scream," he muttered darkly before slamming in with one brutal thrust.
I in fact did scream… back arching off the wall as I was split open on him, stuffed so full it burned but I relished the feeling... my nails scraping down his chest while Caleb watched with hooded eyes and a smirk curling the corner of his mouth.
"Fuckin' hell," Caleb rasped out when Sylus pulled almost all the way out then thrust back in, setting a brutal pace that had incoherent noises spilling from between my lips.
"So tight," Sylus growled through clenched teeth, one hand fisting in my hair to yank my head back while the other gripped hard on Caleb's shoulder for balance.
Caleb watched, his smirk dark and feral as his gaze remained locked on where Sylus’ cock was pounding into my body relentlessly—the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing in the room.
Then suddenly he reached down without warning and pressed two fingers against where Sylus and I were joined to feel how wide Sylus was stretching me… then he was sliding his fingers along Sylus’ cock when it slid out then back inside me on a particularly rough thrust.
I let out a choked sob, my body convulsing as I came again.
"T-too much," I gasped, but the words were lost in another cry as Sylus bottomed out again and grinded his hips against mine.
He let out a guttural groan, his hips stuttering.
"Fuck—taking me so damn well."
Caleb's smirk widened, his fingers still pressed against us—feeling every slick slide in and out before dragging upward to press against that little bundle of nerves above my pussy.
"Too much?" Caleb taunted right by my ear when that made me convulse, all the while making slow circles over my swollen clit with his calloused fingertips.
Sylus didn’t slow down either, if anything his thrusts got harder… faster—each snap forward punching another ragged cry past my trembling lips.
"I'm not stopping till you come again," he rasped against the sweat-slicked skin of my jaw.
I sobbed, my body already trembling on the edge of another orgasm. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I fought against the overwhelming sensations—too much, too fast, but it felt good.
Caleb chuckled darkly when he saw how close I was again—the way my legs shook with every brutal thrust.
"Yeah… that’s it," he murmured before adding a second finger beside his first to press even harder against that swollen little bud.
Sylus groaned as he felt me clench around him violently… his hips stuttering for just a second as his grip on Caleb's shoulder tightened.
Caleb smirked then murmured, "Gonna come already? I know you have better stamina than that."
The taunt had been calculated—daring even—and for one terrifying second? I thought maybe it might break whatever fragile truce they’d established but there wasn't an ounce of malice behind those words… just pure provocation.
But instead of lashing out?
Sylus let out this rough sound halfway between a growl and a laugh before grabbing Caleb by the back of the neck and pulling him into a rough kiss that had me biting my lip with a moan because… that was hot as fuck and I wanted to see more.
Chapter 12
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Valko, Sylus x Caleb
Chapter Title: Winner... Sucks? (Part 1)
Word Count: 3,209
TW: oral sex, smut, m/m, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 5 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Chapter 4: Boop
Link to next head canon at the end...
Chapter 5: Winner… Sucks? (Part 1)
"You’re cheating!"
"I am not!"
"You are! I saw you!"
"Prove that I’m cheating. I dare you!"
Sighing, I brought my hand up to massage my temple. I was either starting to develop a massive headache or a brain aneurysm… I wasn’t sure which, but this was her fault. My kitten… the one person in this world I couldn’t say no to.
When she called me, asking me to ‘babysit’ her roommates while she was away for a few days, I thought for sure she was joking. Turns out… she was serious and now I was sitting in her living room watching a werewolf and a Colonel play video games and argue over who was and wasn’t cheating.
"See! You’re cheating! That proves it!"
I looked up just in time to see Caleb’s orange race car with a tiny green dinosaur in it go careening off the track and into a wall where it exploded. He slammed his controller down with a dramatic groan, the veins popping in his temple as he turned to glare at Valko. "Cheating!"
Valko just grinned—a too-wide, fanged thing—and casually popped open another energy drink before boasting "It’s not cheating if you win!!" and taking a large swallow before letting out a burp that echoed off the walls.
I grimaced in disgust and rubbed my temple harder when they launched into yet another argument about who was better than who. There was shouting, controllers were being waved around like weapons, Valko’s tail was lashing behind him in agitation while Caleb dramatically flopped onto the couch like his soul had been crushed and moaned, "I hate you!"
"You’re both idiots," I muttered with a glare.
The room fell silent, actually silent, for the first time in hours.
Caleb froze, his purple eyes flicking towards me as he sat up so fast he nearly headbutted Valko. The werewolf flinched back to avoid injury, and his energy drink went flying out of his hand, landing on the carpet beside him with a dull thud.
They glanced at each other then Caleb’s pout vanished, replaced by a wide-eyed look that reminded me of a puppy being scolded for peeing on the carpet. Valko slowly turned his head toward me, ears flattened against his skull as he frowned at me. Even the game on screen had paused—a race car frozen mid-crash as if time itself had stopped to acknowledge my displeasure.
Then Caleb swallowed hard. "Are we in trouble?"
Valko didn't speak, just stared at me with those unnervingly bright golden eyes, tail now tucked between his legs like an actual pup awaiting punishment. The energy drink soaked into the carpet beside him completely forgotten.
A beat passed. Then another one.
I exhaled slowly through my nose and stood up, stepped over the spilled energy drink and grabbed another controller off the shelf below the TV before returning to the couch.
Instead of sitting on the cushions, I plopped down between them on the floor and snorted when they instinctively scooted apart like guilty children making space for their disappointed parent. I ignored their nervous glances—one wide-eyed and panicked, the other tense with barely contained fidgeting—and navigated to the main menu of the game they had been playing.
Once there I selected multiplayer, then selected a map then chose the interesting looking orange turtle with spikes on his back as my character. My fingers moved fast over the controller buttons as I set up the race then gestured to the screen. "Pick your characters."
Caleb blinked at me in confusion while Valko’s nose twitched slightly—probably picking up on something subtle that humans couldn’t sense… like intent. Valko was the first to react—his clawed fingers darting out lightning-fast to grab his controller before Caleb could even fully process what was happening. He chose a tall, lanky character with a handlebar mustache and settled into position like this was some kind of high-stakes tournament.
Caleb, meanwhile, hesitated just a second too long before snatching up his own controller and selecting… the green dino again. Seemed the Colonel had a favorite.
"Alright," I said flatly after hitting start race.
As the countdown began: 3… 2… they both turned their heads toward me, their expressions eerily identical in that moment: intense focus mixed with quiet competitiveness then they looked at each other and smirked like they were actually going to win this.
Right as the countdown hit 1, I muttered, "Winner gets their dick sucked by the losers."
The room went dead silent as all 3 cars idled at the starting line. Even the game’s ambient music—soft synth beats and distant engine roars—felt like it dropped ten decibels.
Caleb choked. Literally choked, his face turning purple as he inhaled air wrong. His controller slipped, hitting the floor as he whipped his head towards me. His eyes bulged, pupils shrinking to pinpricks like a deer staring down the barrel of a gun then he swallowed. "W-what?"
Valko didn’t move for one full second then he turned his head toward me, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. Lust? Interest? A dangerous mix of both? His ears flicked forward once… then flattened again as a low sound escaped him. It wasn't quite a growl. Not exactly. More like the rumble of a predator realizing it had just stumbled upon prey that wanted to be caught. "Are you serious?" he mumbled.
I kept my face completely deadpan as I watched Caleb short-circuit and Valko vibrate with barely restrained energy. Then, without breaking eye contact with the werewolf, I picked up Caleb’s fallen controller and placed it back in his limp hands before restarting the race. "Yes," I said simply. Calmly. Like this wasn't the most insane thing I'd ever suggested.
Valko exhaled sharply through his nose, but there was no humor in it. Only hunger, dark and feral beneath those glowing eyes that hadn't left me since the words left my mouth.
Caleb finally found his voice again, high-pitched and shaky like he'd never spoken before. "Y-you're not joking?"
I smirked and looked away as the countdown timer on screen ticked down: 3… 2… 1! GO!
The race exploded into motion—tires screeching, engines roaring—and both Caleb and Valko hyper-focused like their lives depended on it.
Caleb was uncharacteristically quiet, his usual dramatic commentary gone. No yelling at the screen. No cursing out Valko for being in first place after half a lap. He was laser-locked on the game, fingers gripping the controller so tight his knuckles turned white.
And Valko? He was in pure predator mode. His tail flicked once behind him with each sharp turn he took, muscles coiled in anticipation as he swerved past another racer to stay neck-and-neck with my orange turtle. His golden eyes darted between my car’s position and Caleb’s.
The tension in the room was thick enough to slice with a knife. Every button press echoed like a gunshot, every shift of weight on the floor sent Caleb's nerves spiraling further, making him fumbled the controls a few times.
Valko wasn't just playing… he was hunting. His character tore through turns with brutal precision, drifting around corners like he'd been born doing this. The handlebar mustache guy pulled ahead effortlessly, his sleek design cutting through air resistance better than any other racer.
Caleb’s dino? Not so lucky. It fumbled two boosts in a row, probably because his hands were shaking too badly, and now trailed by several seconds. "Come on..." he whispered under his breath, teeth gritted as he aggressively mashed buttons trying to recover lost time.
The race reached its final stretch—three laps down, one to go—and the gap between Valko’s mustached racer and mine had shrunk dangerously. He wasn’t just leading; he was dominating. His character practically glowed with superiority on screen, leaving behind a trail of defeated opponents.
Caleb had given up all hope of catching up to either of us. His character lagged by a full screen’s worth of distance, the little dino looking pitiful as it sputtered across the finish line to start the last lap with no chance in hell.
Valko exhaled through his nose again, a soft huff that sounded smug. I could see it in him… the hunger sharpening under the competitive adrenaline mixed with something far more primal. Victory meant claiming what I'd promised… and it seemed the werewolf wanted to win.
And then came the final stretch of the last lap.
A hairpin turn up ahead where only one car could make it cleanly through without crashing into barriers or getting nudged out by an opponent who took too wide an angle. My turtle edged closer, close enough that my boost pad activation lined up perfectly with Valko’s next move.
This would be tight.
So tight even breathing wrong might cost someone everything…
Then Valko saw it. The perfect angle, the split-second window where my turtle could ram his mustached racer off-course if I timed it right. His fingers tensed on the controller, claws digging into the plastic as he braced for impact.
But then—Whoosh. Valko hit the boost at just the right moment. His mustache guy shot forward like a cannonball aimed directly at my car. The collision was brutal.
My character spun out violently in a shower of pixelated sparks, wheels screeching as physics threw the turtle headfirst into an outer wall with enough force to send my car bouncing back across two lanes of track, sending my car from first place to fifth in one catastrophic crash.
The room seemed to hold its breath.
For one long, horrifying second, the only sound was the screech of my turtle car ricocheting off barriers, each bounce accompanied by a shrill digital beep-boop that sounded like my own impending humiliation.
Caleb’s eyes darted to me then back to the screen. Then back at me again, his mouth slightly open in shock as he realized I’d just been destroyed by Valko's perfectly timed attack.
Valko didn’t celebrate. Not yet. His golden gaze stayed locked on his character speeding toward first place with relentless focus, tail flicking behind him in quiet triumph. But there was no gloating smirk or loud victory cry like before when they were arguing over cheating…
No… this silence? This calm intensity? It felt different somehow… as if winning this wasn't just about proving dominance anymore but something far more personal now that the stakes had risen. And then it happened: finish line crossed.
Valko's racer shot past the finish line followed by me several seconds later while Caleb’s poor dino limped across almost thirty seconds later. The game announced the results instantly:
1st Place: VALKO
5th Place: SYLUS
Last Place: Colonel gets humiliated
Valko turned his head toward me. The screen’s glow painted sharp shadows across his face—highlighting the predatory gleam in his eyes, the way his lips parted slightly as he exhaled through his nose. The room was so quiet that I heard Caleb swallow nervously beside me.
Valko didn't look at Caleb though; not yet. All his attention remained fixed on me, studying my face as if searching for any sign of hesitation or regret of my lost challenge but there wasn't any. I meant what I said earlier… winner gets their dick sucked. I met those predator's eyes without flinching and lifted one hand toward him, palm up in silent invitation… Come here.
The controller fell to the floor without a sound as he moved—fast, fluid, hungry. In one smooth motion, he closed the distance between us and dropped to his knees right in front of me, his large frame crowding into my space.
His hands found my thighs first, large palms pressing warm through the fabric of my pants, and then they slid up over my hips to my stomach then to my chest with deliberate slowness. His golden eyes never left mine as he leaned in closer… closer…
He didn’t kiss me immediately. No… those glowing eyes flicked down to my lips first, studying them like they were a sacred text before he finally leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine with a fierce intensity that made every nerve ending in my body ignite all at once.
The kiss wasn't gentle, but it wasn't aggressive either. It hovered somewhere between reverence and hunger; careful yet undeniably claiming. His mouth moved against mine with slow, deliberate pressure, lips soft but firm as they shaped over mine. A low hum vibrated from his chest; not quite a growl, more like the quiet purr.
One hand cradled the side of my face while the other remained splayed across my neck, thumb brushing just beneath my jawline. He tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss ever so gently, the barest parting of our lips before he slipped his tongue forward tentatively… seeking entrance to my mouth.
I parted for him without hesitation. His tongue slid into my mouth with a quiet, possessive urgency—warm and slightly rough. The kiss deepened instantly, no longer tentative but hungry, like he’d been starving for this exact thing since I had arrived.
One large hand slid up to cradle the back of my head—fingers tangling in my hair—and he tilted my head just right as his other hand slid down between us until his long fingers found my hard cock. The touch was firm, deliberate—not teasing or tentative like the first touch between strangers might suggest. He knew exactly what he wanted, and right now that was me.
His palm pressed down in a slow grind against the growing bulge between my legs then his hand shifted lower. One finger tracing along the length of me with deliberate slowness… feeling every ridge, every pulse… and I could feel him smile against my mouth. Smug bastard.
Caleb let out a low noise, somewhere between and needy moan and a whimper. The sound—small, vulnerable, desperate—snapped Valko’s focus away from me and he turned his head toward Caleb. The Colonel was frozen in place—controller abandoned on the floor beside him—his wide purple eyes locked on us with something painfully raw flickering in them.
Valko didn’t speak. He just… looked at Caleb. And then slowly—so slowly it made my stomach flip—the werewolf reached out one clawed hand and hooked his fingers in the front of Caleb's T-shirt before yanking him forward across the floor like a fish caught on a line.
Caleb gasped as he was forced onto his hands and knees then he toppled into us, crashing awkwardly against Valko's shoulder before he was manhandled around so he was in my lap. Then without warning or gentleness, Valko crushed their mouths together. The kiss between them was nothing like the careful caresses he’d shown me—this was raw, messy, feral. His teeth caught Caleb’s bottom lip in a sharp nip before his tongue invaded without permission.
Caleb made another noise, a startled whine that dissolved into something breathless as Valko dominated him completely. The Colonel wasn't passive though; within seconds he melted into it with desperate urgency, one hand flying up to grip the front of Valko's shirt while the other clutched at my shoulder for balance.
The werewolf didn’t let up, his kiss turned downright claiming, all teeth and tongue and low, possessive growls rumbling from his chest. Caleb whimpered again, but this time it wasn't from surprise, it was pure need. His fingers twisted tighter in Valko's shirt as he kissed back with clumsy desperation, like he'd been waiting for this forever.
The werewolf’s free hand slid down Caleb’s spine before gripping the back of his thigh and yanking him around. The sudden shift in position pressed Caleb’s back flush against my chest and his ass against my cock. Valko hovered over him, knees bracketing Caleb’s hips, one hand braced on the floor beside us while the other remained tangled possessively in Caleb's hair.
For a heartbeat, everything stilled… the three of us breathing unevenly in this charged silence. Then Valko broke it. He crashed his mouth back onto Caleb's with even more intensity than before… hungrier now that they were positioned like this. His teeth scraped along Caleb’s lower lip then he sucked it into his mouth before diving deeper into another open-mouthed kiss.
Caleb arched instinctively toward him; desperate little noises tumbling from his throat as his fingers clawed weakly at whatever part of Valko he could reach. A bicep here… a shoulder there… anywhere to ground himself while being kissed senseless by someone who clearly knew exactly what he was doing. And me… I stayed quiet, just observing how easily these two melted together despite their earlier bickering…
The contrast was striking.
Caleb—usually dramatic, always talking—reduced to breathless little sounds and trembling limbs. His cheeks were flushed; his purple eyes glazed over with dizzy pleasure as he kissed back like a man starved for affection.
And Valko… a predator who’d been holding himself back from something he had clearly wanted for a long time. Now that he had permission… encouragement to take what he wanted… there was no restraint left in him. Just raw hunger.
His hands roamed freely… one gripping Caleb’s hair to tilt his head at the perfect angle for deeper kisses while the other slid down to squeeze possessively at Caleb's ass through his sweatpants. With a low growl, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, exposing pale skin and a long, thick cock.
Caleb gasped into the kiss, his body tensing when cool air hit his bare skin, then even more so when Valko’s warm palm wrapped around him without warning. The werewolf didn’t hesitate; his grip was firm, calloused fingers sliding up and down Caleb’s length with rough precision that made the Colonel jolt like he’d been shocked.
The moan that ripped out of Caleb was filthy… high, broken, and utterly shameless. His hips jerked into Valko’s grip like his body moved on pure instinct, chasing the friction desperately. Valko didn’t tease, not even for a second. He stroked with purpose. Fast at first to get him worked up before slowing just enough to make Caleb whine in protest.
And ohhh did he whine.
"V-Valko!" Caleb’s voice cracked as his back arched off my chest.
Valko let out a dark laugh and broke their kiss only to trail hot open-mouthed kisses along Caleb’s jawline then down his throat, nipping gently here and there before reaching his collarbone where he sucked a dark mark right onto the skin possessively.
Caleb's breath hitched, his head falling back against my shoulder as Valko marked him up. His skin flushed even deeper pink under the attention, every muscle in his body tensed with overwhelming sensation.
Valko didn’t stop there. His mouth traveled lower, down Caleb’s muscled chest to his toned abs. Caleb’s breathing came in short, uneven gasps, each one hitching higher and faster as his stomach tensed under the werewolf's warm tongue, muscles twitching with every lick and nip.
When Valko reached Caleb's hipbone he paused. A wicked smirk curled at the corner of his lips before he murmured, "Winner sucks" and wrapped those full lips around Caleb’s cock.
Chapter 6: Winner... Sucks? (Part 2)
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Summary: She doesn’t remember anything about her life before she saw him. But he wants nothing to do with her… until all of a sudden he does.
Word Count: 5,917
Netherlord - Chapter 4 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
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Part 4
He shifted, sliding his cock out of my body slowly with a sharp inhale. The intensity in his gaze was different now… not the burning hunger from moments ago, but something deeper... serious. He lifted a hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear with surprising gentleness.
"Zaya," he began quietly. "I need to explain some things." His fingers trailed down my chest to trace the pendant resting between my breasts as he seemed to collect his thoughts.
I swallowed hard but didn't interrupt or look away as those purple eyes studied every micro-expression crossing my face like they were decoding secrets only they could see.
He took another slow breath before continuing, "I'm not good at this part."
The admission surprised me and my fingers curled slightly where they rested against his chest, but I stayed perfectly still, giving him time to gather his thoughts but before he could do so a voice I didn’t recognize rang out across the open space.
"My Lord… my apologies for interrupting but you are needed."
The voice was crisp, professional—unmistakably that of a servant or attendant.
Caleb’s head snapped toward the source, his expression tightening like a storm rolling in over the horizon. The warmth from seconds ago evaporated completely, replaced by cold irritation that would have caused fear to flood my senses if that expression had been directed at me.
I looked over my shoulder and saw the man I had seen dusting in the foyer as I passed through standing at the edge of garden path. Back straight as an arrow and expression carefully neutral despite clearly observing how intimately his Lord and I were still intertwined together… Caleb completely naked while my dress was rucked up around my waist, my ass clearly on display for the man to see but he kept his gaze trained respectively off to the side.
For a long moment, Caleb didn’t move… just glared at the servant with such intensity that even I could feel it radiating off him like heat waves. The servant stood frozen under that lethal glare, hands clasped behind his back—his entire body rigid with the effort of not reacting while sweat beaded at his temples despite the cool air.
After what felt like an eternity, Caleb finally spoke through gritted teeth. "What is it?" His voice was low and so cold it could have iced over the pond.
The man swallowed visibly before answering. "The Council requests your presence regarding recent Ghost sightings." A brief pause then, "They say it's urgent."
Caleb’s expression darkened, his fingers flexing against my hips where they rested and for a tense second, he said nothing… just stared vacantly at the still surface of the pond as if debating whether to ignore the summons entirely or not. Then with a sudden movement that startled me, he lifted me off him effortlessly and set me beside him before standing up fully—completely unashamed by his nudity.
The servant’s eyes flicked downward instinctively—taking in the defined muscles of Caleb’s chest and stomach glistening faintly with sweat and how his thighs and cock were covered with the evidence of our intimacy—but he immediately snapped his gaze back up, cheeks flushed slightly at the accidental glance but otherwise showing no reaction beyond that brief slip.
Caleb didn’t acknowledge the servant’s fleeting glance or me for that matter—too focused on his own irritation at being interrupted. He turned slightly, reaching for the ivory wrap and swiftly tying it around his waist with sharp movements as he stepped off the stone slab and into the grass.
His bare feet padded silently across the garden path as he approached the servant with quick steps. The man stiffened under that unrelenting purple stare but held his ground as he lifted his head and met the Lord’s eyes head on.
Caleb huffed and snatched an apple from a small silver bowl on one of the marble tables surrounding the pond and took a bite before speaking through clenched teeth. "I'll be there in thirty minutes. If they have a problem with that then they are more than welcome to file a complaint."
The servant’s expression shifted to one of confusion then he bowed deeply. "Yes, my Lord."
Then without hesitation or another word…he turned sharply and strode away at a quick pace—clearly eager to escape Caleb's oppressive presence and the awkwardness of having clearly seen something he shouldn’t have.
The second he disappeared; Caleb exhaled sharply through his nose—clearly still angry at having been interrupted. He chewed aggressively, jaw working quickly then he took another large bite before tossing the core into a nearby bin with perfect aim.
For several long seconds, he stood there staring off into the distance—shoulders tense and jaw working—as he processed whatever thoughts were swirling inside that mind of his. Then he turned towards me, his gaze immediately locking on my body.
His eyes swept over me—taking in the messy, wrinkled state of my dress, the swollen lips from his rough kisses, how disheveled my hair was. The pendant still sat perfectly centered between my breasts… glowing faintly like it had a pulse of its own but every other aspect of my appearance clearly told the story of how well he had wrecked me.
Something shifted in his expression suddenly, and it became softer… contemplative.
Without a word, he walked toward me and knelt before gently reaching out and straightening my hair. Long fingers carefully running over the sleek braid while tucking loose strands of hair back and fixing each ribbon and bell and plucking out squished flowers.
The bells jingled softly every time his fingers brushed against them, but the sounds didn’t seem to annoy him… instead there was that faint amusement in his expression again.
His touch was unexpectedly tender—nothing like the rough, possessive way he’d handled me moments before. Each adjustment was made with deliberate care, as if I were something precious that needed mending after being loved a little too hard.
The contrast between his current gentleness and the fiery intensity from earlier sent a strange warmth blooming in my chest. This side of him—the one who fixed crushed flowers and straightened ribbons just so was unfamiliar but… nice.
When he finished with the last silver bell near the end, his fingers lingered there for a moment… tracing along my hair lightly before moving to brush against my cheek. The calloused pad of his thumb swept across my skin then he leaned forward slowly and this time when our lips met…it wasn’t hungry or claiming like before.
No. This kiss was tender. Soft. Almost apologetic for having been interrupted when we were about to have the talk that would have given me all the answers I had been dying to know. He didn't rush it; he let the moment stretch, his thumb stroking my cheekbone then down to my jawline while his other hand slid to cradle the back of my head with surprising care.
When we finally parted, he kept our foreheads touching as those violet eyes searched mine then he exhaled slowly through his nose. "Stay here. I’ll return as soon as I am able."
I nodded, my heart pounding for an entirely different reason now—not from desire or fear, but something deeper. Something that made my throat tighten with unspoken emotions.
He studied me for another long moment before pressing one last soft kiss to the corner of my mouth before he pulled away completely. Standing up, he adjusted the ivory wrap around his waist and without looking back—perhaps because if he did, he wouldn’t leave—he strode down the garden path towards the mansion.
The doors clicked shut behind him with quiet finality, leaving me alone in the moonlit garden with nothing but the sweat lingering on my skin and the ache between my thighs to keep me company.
The silence was immediate and overwhelming—the only sounds were the gentle lapping of water against stone, a few crickets chirping in the hedges, and my own breaths.
I stayed on that cold slab for several minutes after he left… legs curled beneath me as I stared at where his silhouette had been moments ago. My body still tingled with remnants of pleasure and that soft kiss lingered like a ghost on my lips.
The pendant against my chest felt heavier somehow—more meaningful after everything that had happened last night and this morning. It wasn’t just jewelry… I was sure of it; it was a symbol of whatever this was between us… whatever fragile thing we were building despite his earlier coldness and all his secrets.
Eventually, I stood up and moved into the grass before slowly turning in a circle, looking around properly for first time since coming out here earlier. Even though I had seen it many times over the decades, the garden really was breathtaking… perfect lotus blooms floating peacefully over the dark reflective surface of the pond while the koi glided beneath the petals like living jewels scattered across velvet black silk.
A soft breeze rustled through the nearby willow trees making their long silver leaves sway hypnotically before dropping them onto water’s edge and blooming flowers and shrubs swayed gently, their fragrance sweet and pleasant.
The garden felt almost sacred in its stillness—like a private world untouched by the chaos of the Under Realm. The air smelled faintly of blooming jasmine and water, cool against my skin where sweat still lingered from Caleb’s touch.
It should have been soothing, but my mind was too restless to appreciate it properly. Every time I blinked, all I could see was Caleb’s face—the way his eyes had softened when he kissed me, how carefully he’d fixed my hair… and then that sudden shift back to cold authority as soon as the servant interrupted us.
It didn’t make sense.
How could someone switch from tender lover to icy Lord in seconds? And what did the Council want with him regarding Ghost sightings? Ghosts weren't just rumors anymore—people were disappearing here without a trace… had been for a while. Whole villages found empty overnight only for the disappearances to slow and almost stop overnight. And now this meeting...
A chill ran down my spine despite the warm evening air.
I took slow steps toward the pond, bare feet sinking slightly into the soft grass with each movement. My dress—still wrinkled and clinging to me—rustled quietly as I walked. My thighs were sticky with the evidence of our spent passion, and my legs still shook slightly even though it had been almost half an hour since I had last come.
Kneeling at the edge of the crystal-clear water, I dipped my fingers into the liquid. It was cool… refreshing even… soothing against my flushed cheeks that hadn't quite cooled down and against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.
Every time I dipped my fingers in the water, I watched the ripples spread outward before fading back to a perfect glassy reflection showing off the moon above then suddenly… a sound behind me: footsteps crunching lightly on the gravel path leading away from the Lotus Grove.
My head turned instantly expecting him already returning but instead... another man stood there, golden eyes fixed on me with silent fury swimming in their depths.
Bryant.
The sight of him made my breath catch in my throat.
He stood tall and imposing, dressed impeccably as always—black suit with silver embroidery along the lapels, a gold button up underneath and wingback black shoes. His usual composed expression was gone, replaced by something far darker… something that sent an instinctive prickle of fear down my spine.
Those golden eyes burned like twin flames—full of anger, betrayal… maybe even pain? And I knew I was the cause of it all.
I knew he had hoped we could be together and I had wanted the same before last night but now… now that I had the man that my heart truly wanted there could be nothing between us. And as much as I hoped he would understand that I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that easy because Bryant had always made it clear that he wanted me and he tended to get the things he wanted.
For a long moment we just stared at each other; neither speaking but everything being said through that silent exchange. The air between us grew thick with tension—the kind so heavy it could choke someone if you breathed wrong and I suddenly regretted staying out here instead of going inside and waiting there.
Then Bryant finally moved forward without breaking eye contact, taking slow measured steps toward me until he stopped just a few feet away from where I knelt beside pond’s edge.
His jaw clenched as he looked down at me, golden eyes scanning my disheveled appearance—the braid with its decorations, the swollen lips, the way my dress clung to curves still damp with sweat and… my bare thighs streaked with my release and water.
His nostrils flared slightly—like a predator catching a scent—and something in his expression twisted. Not just anger now… but hurt. Raw and deep.
For several heartbeats, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched between us like an invisible wire pulled taut enough to snap then finally his voice came out quiet but sharp as broken glass. "So it’s true. He’s finally claimed you."
Not a question. A statement laced with bitter realization.
I opened my mouth to answer him, but he put up a hand and shook his head. "Don’t deny it, Zaya. I saw you. I heard you."
My eyes widened, lips parting as I realized exactly what he was saying.
His eyes flicked to the pond then back towards the walkway leading to where we used to meet up then his gaze snapped back to me, colder now. "I was waiting for you at our spot when I heard… noises," he said quietly, each word deliberate. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop but..." He trailed off, jaw tightening again as if physically restraining himself from saying something worse.
The implication hung heavy between us—he’d heard everything. Seen everything. The moans. The gasps. Me riding Caleb right there on that slab ten feet away while we both had been oblivious to the fact that we had an audience.
My cheeks flushed and I stood up, hands shoving at the damp fabric of my gown so it would cover my thighs. Thighs that he had had his hands all over just hours before Caleb had claimed me as his own.
His gaze dropped, eyes lingering on the movement like he was remembering the way I’d once clung to him and how I had almost begged for him to do more. A muscle twitched in his jaw as a storm brewed behind those golden irises—anger, jealousy, heartbreak all swirling together into something dangerous.
Then suddenly… without warning… he lunged forward and grabbed me by both arms—not roughly but with enough force that I couldn't pull away easily if I tried. His grip wasn't painful, but it wasn’t gentle either; firm and unyielding as he yanked me close until our faces were inches apart. His breath fanned across my lips—warm and slightly uneven—then he was crushing our mouths together.
It wasn’t gentle or sweet like his kisses before had been. No… this kiss was desperate and angry—a clash of teeth and tongue fueled by jealousy—his teeth biting at my mouth harshly as one hand wrapped around my braid and held it tightly so I couldn’t move.
For half a second, I froze in shock but then instinct kicked in quickly after the shock wore off and my hands flew up automatically, pushing and shoving against his chest. The second my palms slammed against his chest, he grunted—more from surprise than pain—and his lips tore away from mine, his startled gaze finding mine.
My chest heaved as I glared up at him, my hands still pressed firmly against his chest to keep distance between us. "Bryant," I said in a low voice. "Stop. Please."
The plea in my voice seemed to snap him out of whatever was going on in his head.
His eyes flickered—anger wavering as he stared at me, chest rising and falling rapidly.
For a heartbeat, I thought maybe he wouldn’t listen… maybe he'd continue to hold me in place and take what wasn’t his to take any longer but then his jaw clenched and he slowly let go until I was able to take a few steps back.
He took a sharp step back himself, creating distance between us even though it looked like it physically pained him to do so. His eyes were still burning with emotion, but now there was something else underneath… something that looked like shame.
He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair and exhaled sharply through his nose as his gaze left me and darted to the still water of the pond.
The silence between us was suffocating now—no longer just tense, but heavy. He didn’t look at me just stood there stiffly, shoulders rigid and hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. When he finally spoke again, his voice wasn’t angry anymore… it was hollow. Defeated. "Do you love him?"
The question came out quiet—not accusatory or harsh—but genuinely curious.
And even though I wanted to say that I did love Caleb, the answer wasn’t simple because although I had strong feelings when it came to him, I didn’t know if I loved him. There was so much left unsaid… so much I didn’t know yet… but I did know deep down that I belonged with Caleb. Had known since I had woken up and seen him for the first time.
My soul had called out to his and although we had spent many years apart… it belonged with his. But love? I didn’t know if I loved him… not yet at least… but the emotion was one I could see myself feeling for him given time.
Bryant waited silently for my answer, his eyes lifting slowly to meet mine again—searching, vulnerable in a way I’d never seen. The anger had faded completely, leaving behind something far more fragile… fear. Of losing me. Of having already lost me even though we both knew… he had never really had me from the start.
Because I might have spent nights wrapped in his arms, but my mind had always been on one man and it wasn’t the one standing in front of me.
I swallowed hard before answering honestly because he deserved that much after everything we'd been through together… after how he had been there for me when I had needed someone the most. "I... don't know," I admitted softly. "But... I could."
His expression shifted subtly at my admission then he nodded once and looked away before murmuring, "Yeah."
That single word—soft and resigned—spoke volumes. He didn't argue. Didn’t try to convince me that I should choose him instead. He just... accepted it… and somehow, that made the moment heavier.
"I’m sorry," I mumbled, dropping my gaze to my hands where they were fisted in my dress.
He exhaled slowly, his shoulders sagging slightly and he didn’t say anything for a long moment. Just stood there watching the koi glide beneath the lotus petals and insects dart to and fro along the water’s surface. "Don’t be," he murmured softly.
Then his gaze lifted to mine and he reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from my face before letting it drop again. The gesture was so painfully gentle compared to how fiercely he’d kissed me minutes ago that it nearly broke something inside me.
His eyes shimmered faintly in the moonlight when I looked back up at him and for a long moment he just stared at me then he spoke; voice barely above a whisper. "I think I should go."
"Yes, I believe you should," a new voice answered before I could say anything. That voice—deep, cold, and laced with quiet fury—cut through the night like a blade.
Both Bryant and I whipped our heads toward the source of it.
Standing at the edge of the garden path near the mansion was Caleb… his tall frame silhouetted by moonlight filtering through the marble columns. He wasn’t wearing the ivory wrap anymore… just black pants slung low on his hips and a pair of boots, chest bare save for the pendant that matched my own and his long hair loose around his shoulders.
His purple eyes were fixed on Bryant… unblinking. Unforgiving.
He hadn’t been gone long… hadn’t even left the mansion from what I could tell. Had probably seen Bryant and I through one of the windows and came out to see what was going on.
For a split second, no one moved or spoke then Caleb took slow steps forward, boots clicking against stone with deliberate precision. Each footfall made Bryant subtly shift his weight back like he wanted to put distance between them but couldn't bring himself to turn and flee.
When Caleb reached us… he stopped beside me—not touching me but standing so close our arms brushed together when we breathed while his eyes remained locked onto Bryant's face without blinking.
Bryant swallowed hard before forcing out words through what sounded like a suddenly dry throat, "Lord Caleb."
Caleb didn’t acknowledge Bryant’s greeting. Didn’t nod, didn't even glance his way for more than a brief second before shifting his gaze to me, those violet eyes scanning my face quickly, searching for… something.
His expression was unreadable—cold and guarded—but there was an intensity in the way he looked at me that made my stomach flip. He reached out and took my hand in his larger one, pulling my body so I was pressed tightly against his side.
The touch sent a jolt through me because it wasn't as possessive or angry as I'd expected him to be after hearing the anger in his tone or the way he had stormed over here… no… it was almost protective. Like he wanted to keep me safe from any unseen or seen threats.
My stomach tightened in pleasure, and I looked up at him with a small smile which he returned as he laced our fingers together before turning his gaze to Bryant.
Bryant straightened immediately under that stare—as if bracing himself against whatever harsh words might come out of his Lord’s mouth and sure enough; after another heartbeat of tense silence... Caleb finally spoke, voice dripping with quiet menace as each word landed like ice shards hitting pavement. "Why are you here? I’ve told you to stay away…"
Bryant's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing defiance as he straightened like a soldier facing execution. "I came to see if it was true," he responded lowly, chin lifting slightly as if daring Caleb to challenge him. "To see if I no longer had a chance with her."
The air turned thick again—charged like the moment before lightning strikes a tree.
Caleb didn’t react immediately… just studied Bryant with that icy gaze that seemed capable of peeling back layers of lies in an instant. Then slowly his thumb brushed over my knuckles where our hands were linked—a small, almost subconscious gesture of possession.
When he finally spoke again, it wasn’t loud but every syllable was sharp enough to cut glass. "You never stood a chance at all. I told you that from the very beginning when you started pursuing her." He paused and pulled his hand free of mine, lightly tracing his fingers down the length of my braid before settling his palm against the nape of my neck. "She is mine. She has always been mine and nothing you say or do will ever change that."
For a second I thought Bryant might argue—that maybe some part of him would fight back verbally at least—but after another tense beat of silence... he exhaled through gritted teeth and bowed deeply, one arm sweeping across his chest in formal surrender.
"Of course, my Lord," he murmured quietly without looking up before straightening quickly. Without another word… without even glancing my way once more he turned on his heel and walked briskly down the garden path until he disappeared.
The silence that followed his departure was deafening.
Caleb didn't move for a long moment, his hand still resting against the back of my neck—warm and heavy like an anchor. His breathing had evened out but his expression remained unreadable, those violet eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite name then he turned me toward him—both hands coming up to frame my face—and kissed me.
It wasn’t soft or sweet… it was claiming. A hard press of lips that demanded submission; possessive in a way that made heat flare between us instantly. His fingers tangled in my hair again as he tilted my head back slightly to deepen the kiss further, tongue sliding against mine with barely restrained hunger.
I could taste the anger on him—not at me but at what had just happened—and jealousy so potent it practically burned through every nerve ending where our bodies touched. He kissed like someone starving for proof after witnessing another man’s mouth on mine moments ago… because I had no doubt whatsoever that he had witnessed the kiss between Bryant and I.
And although he had probably seen my reaction to the kiss and seen or even heard the words exchanged afterwards, he was still feeling angry, possessive and jealous and this was his way of reassuring himself that I was his.
When we finally broke apart, he kept our foreheads pressed together while staring down at me, chest rising and falling fast as we both tried to catch our breaths.
The kiss had left my lips tingling, swollen. My heart hammered—partly from adrenaline, partly from how he was looking at me. His breath was warm and uneven against my skin and for a long moment, neither of us moved. He just seemed to breathe me in—his gaze tracing every detail of my face then his hands slid down to grip either side of my waist and in one swift motion—he lifted me clean off the ground and into his arms.
A surprised gasp escaped me as I instinctively wrapped my arms around his shoulders for balance while he effortlessly carried me back toward the stone slab where we’d made love earlier. He didn’t say anything… just set me down gently then immediately caged me in by bracing both arms beside my head before crushing his lips onto mine again with renewed urgency.
This kiss was different—desperate in its intensity. Like he needed to erase the memory of Bryant's touch from my skin, from my lips and replace it with his own. One hand slid down, gripped the back of my thigh and lifted it so my legs were spread wide so he could settle between them while our mouths moved feverishly together.
The weight of his body pressed me into the cool stone, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from him. His lips were relentless—hungry, demanding—as if trying to remind me without who I really belonged to. As if there had ever been any doubt.
His hands roamed possessively… the one still gripping my thigh sliding higher, pushing my dress up so it bunched around my waist while the other tangled in my hair again, tilting my head back for better access as he kissed down along my jaw then lower.
Every time he moved, he bit gently at my skin until he reached the curve where neck met shoulder and bit down harshly before soothing it with his tongue. Each nip sent sparks through me; each kiss burned like brand marks.
The sensation of his teeth and tongue made me arch slightly—my body reacting before I could think… and I reached up, my fingers curling into his hair and gripping tightly as a soft moan escaped me. My other leg came up, wrapping around his waist so I could rub against his hard cock.
He growled low in his throat—a sound so primal it vibrated through me—and bit down harder than before… hard enough to leave behind a mark. A claim.
The sharp sting sent a jolt straight through me, and the moan that spilled from my lips was louder this time… unfiltered. His growl in response only fueled me into a frenzy as need rocked my body to the point that I was close to begging. I rocked against him again deliberately, grinding myself against the thick bulge straining behind the material of his pants.
He broke away and stared at me, pupils blown wide with lust then he kissed me again as one hand fumbled between us. He ripped open the button of his pants while still pinning me beneath him, the sound of fabric tearing filling the quiet garden.
He didn’t bother taking the pants off… just shoved them down far enough that his cock sprang free between us. His fingers wrapped around the base, stroking slowly as he watched me with those dark violet eyes—hungry, feral. The tip glistened slightly in the moonlight, and I swallowed hard at how big he looked… how ready.
Without breaking eye contact, he guided himself to my entrance—pressing just enough for me to feel him there but not pushing in yet. My breath hitched and my hips lifted instinctively, silently begging for more. A smirk curled his lips and then finally… finally… he thrust forward in one smooth motion, sheathing himself inside me fully.
The sudden stretch burned slightly like it always did but it felt good—the heat of him filling me up completely making my back arch again as pleasure shot through every nerve ending.
His breath came out in a ragged exhale, his body tensing above me as he fought for control. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved; just stayed locked like that, his cock buried deep inside me while my inner walls pulsed around him.
Then his eyes fluttered shut and I saw the exact moment his restraint snapped. He dropped forward onto one elbow while the other hand gripped my throat and then he started moving. Fast. Hard thrusts with no preamble or teasing buildup… just raw, possessive fucking fueled by jealousy and anger.
Each snap of his hips drove him deeper into me than before; each withdrawal slow only for his length to plunge back in with punishing force that made the stone beneath us vibrate slightly. A cry tore from my throat—not from pain but shock. My nails dug into his shoulders as my hips rose to meet his thrust for thrust.
His grip on my throat tightened just slightly… not to cut off air, but enough to make me feel the pressure, a reminder of who was in control. His thrusts grew rougher with each passing second; his hips pistoning into mine with relentless rhythm as sweat glistened on his bare chest.
Every time he bottomed out, a whimper escaped me—partly from how deep his cock went, partly because of the intensity in his movements. This wasn't love-making… this was another claiming. A brutal reaffirmation that I belonged only to him.
The possessive fire burning behind his eyes sent shivers down my spine even as pleasure coiled tighter in my stomach. My legs trembled where they were hooked around him—every nerve alight—but I didn’t dare try to close them or try to slow him down; not when he looked at me like that. Not when every ragged breath from his lips sounded like a quietly whispered, "Mine."
He shifted suddenly, leaning back and gripping both thighs before lifting one over his shoulder which changed everything—the angle made each thrust hit that sweet spot inside deeper than before and suddenly stars exploded behind my closed eyelids as my pussy clamped down on his cock and I came without warning.
The sudden, overwhelming orgasm ripped through me like lightning—my body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over every inch of my skin. My back arched violently off the stone, toes curling and fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders as I cried out.
He didn’t slow down—not even when he felt me clench around him. If anything, it spurred him on; his hips snapped forward harder with a guttural groan tearing from his throat at the feeling of my tight pussy pulsing around his cock.
The sound of my cry mixed with the wet, slapping noises of our bodies colliding filled the garden—muffled only slightly by rustling leaves and water lapping against stones. His thrusts became erratic, losing rhythm as his own release approached like a storm.
Every muscle in his body coiled tighter—the flex of his biceps under my fingers, the tense line of his jaw, his abs contracting with each thrust of his hips—but he never took those violet eyes off me. Not even when sweat dripped from his brow into his eyes or when I felt him growing impossibly thicker inside me.
Then with a ragged shout that startled several birds into flight from the nearby bushes—he came. His hips stuttered wildly as hot come flooded my pussy; pulse after pulse as he thrust deep one more time and held there, shuddering as each wave crashed over him.
For several seconds, he just stayed there—frozen above me with his eyes screwed shut and his breaths coming in short bursts through flared nostrils. The only movement was the slight twitching of his cock still buried to the hilt and his muscles as he fought to hold himself still.
Then slowly… so slowly… he blinked open those stunning eyes and looked down at me. He exhaled shakily before leaning down and pressing a kiss against my forehead then mumbled, "Are you okay?"
The question was unexpected—soft, even. After everything—the roughness, the jealousy, the claiming intensity—his sudden concern disarmed me completely.
My body thrummed with lingering pleasure and exhaustion from the force of our multiple couplings, but I nodded before reaching up to brush damp strands of his dark hair off his forehead. "Yes," I whispered with a small smile that probably looked more dazed than anything.
He studied my face for a long moment, his expression softening in a way that still took me by surprise—how someone who could be so feral and possessive one second could look at me with such quiet tenderness the next.
Without another word, he carefully pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. The cool surface of the stone slab felt good against my overheated skin as I curled slightly into his side, resting my head on his chest where I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
One arm draped over my shoulders automatically and for several peaceful moments neither of us spoke; just laid together under the open sky while crickets sang their song around us then he let out a sigh and murmured, "Let’s have that talk."
Part 5
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Summary:
Valko, Rafayel, Xavier x Non MC
Chapter Title: Boop
Word Count: 3,207
TW: humor, cutest overload, no smut (sorry folks; needed some humor with everything going on), more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 4 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Link to next head canon at the end...
Chapter 4: Boop
"Cutie, you can’t possibly believe a Lemurian and a werewolf will get along. Be for real."
Before I could response to Rafayel’s ridiculous statement, Xavier piped up from where he was walking behind me. "You don’t get along with anyone besides her…" He pointed one long finger at me then rolled his eyes. "And that’s only because you want to get in her pants."
Rafayel stopped walking so abruptly that I bumped into his broad back and stumbled backwards into Xavier, who caught my body against his chest and righted me with a mischievous grin on his face.
Before he could say a word though Rafayel spun around, face burning like his Evol had set fire to his cheeks, eyes wide, mouth hanging open in pure betrayal. "XAVIER!" he shrieked, voice cracking slightly. "I do NOT want in her pants—ugh—I mean I want to—I do." His eyes widened when he realized what he had said then he blurted out. "I mean, I—she’s my best friend and bodyguard and—and you’re just jealous because she likes me more than you!"
He crossed his arms dramatically, puffing out his chest like a disgruntled pufferfish then he glanced at me and immediately deflated into a pouty mess. "What if he gives me rabies?"
"Rabies?!" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.
Xavier chuckled and Rafayel instantly stiffened like he’d been electrocuted. "Yeah! Rabies!" Rafayel snapped, voice pitching slightly higher. "Werewolves get rabies! It’s science!"
I blinked. "Since when?"
"Since… since forever!" He threw his hands up dramatically. "And not only that… they’re hairy and stinky and wolfy and probably drool in their sleep!"
I tilted my head to the side as I thought about how Valko smelled. Deep pine forests after the rain, warm musk laced with that ridiculously expensive cologne he always wore—the kind that tended to make women want to bury their face in a man’s neck and inhale.
It was clean, earthy… unfairly attractive.
"He’s only hairy during the full moon and he doesn’t stink, he smells good. Like pine and musk." I paused for a moment, a grin creeping across my face when I saw Valko turn the corner up ahead and make his way towards us. "Not sure about the drooling though. You’ll have to ask him if you really want to know."
Rafayel’s face twisted into pure horror, like I’d just suggested he voluntarily sniff a garbage dump. "You like how he smells?!" His voice cracked again, high-pitched and wounded. "He probably reeks of… of wild animal! Like a wet dog after a storm! And musk and—and pine needles?! That doesn’t smell good, that’s—"
He cut himself off and shuddered dramatically, clutching at his chest as if physically pained then his eyes narrowed with sudden suspicion when Xavier started laughing hysterically. "He’s behind me, isn’t he?" he murmured miserably.
"Yup," I grinned then turned to Valko who was standing behind him dressed in dark jeans tucked into boots and a dark red Henley. There was an amused look on his handsome face that made me snort because I knew whatever happened next was going to be highly entertaining.
Rafayel froze like a startled seahorse, his purple eyes going wide as saucers. He didn’t move. I don’t even think he was breathing. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he stared blankly ahead like not looking at the werewolf would make him disappear.
Valko didn’t say a word as he moved until he was standing directly behind the Lemurian. He leaned down slowly, that infuriatingly handsome face breaking into a lazy smirk as he inhaled deeply near Rafayel’s shoulder.
A beat of silence then… "Woof."
Rafayel screamed. Not a small, dignified yelp. No. A full-on, high-pitched shriek that startled the birds off the cafe’s awning and made several customers drop their silverware and turn to look at us. He whipped around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet, only saved by Valko’s hand snapping out to grab his elbow before he face-planted into the pavement.
Now they were nose-to-nose: Rafayel trembling like a jellyfish in a storm surge, cheeks blazing pink as he stared up at the taller man; Valko towering over him with that stupidly perfect smirk still glued to his face.
"Did you just… woof at me?!" Rafayel sputtered, sounding scandalized.
Valko’s smirk only widened, golden eyes glinting with pure, unrepentant mischief. He didn’t let go of Rafayel’s elbow; he tightened his grip just enough to keep the flailing merman upright then… he did it again. Loud. Clear. Deliberate.
"WOOF."
Rafayel made a noise that wasn't even human, a squeaky gasp followed by an incoherent flail of limbs as he tried and failed to yank himself free from Valko's hold. "Kenzie, get your wolf!" he shrieked, voice so high it nearly hit ultrasonic levels.
I burst out laughing… full, unfiltered cackling. You know the kind that makes your stomach hurt and tears prick the corners of your eyes? Yeah, that kind of laughing.
Xavier doubled over beside me, slapping his knee while Valko stood there like a smug mountain of werewolf dominance. He bent down and pressed his nose to Rafayel’s temple and inhaled deeply. "You smell like burnt toast and anxiety."
Rafayel’s body stiffened like he’d been doused in ice water. "BURNT TOAST?! I’ll have you know I happen to smell delicious, you—you overgrown furball." He finally wrenched his arm free and immediately spun around to hide behind me. "Kenzie," he whispered, clutching the back of my jacket like a scared child hiding from a monster under the bed. "Your wolf is bullying me."
Valko chuckled while Xavier let out a snort and started laughing all over again.
"Valko," I said through my giggles, "please don't terrorize my fishie."
Rafayel gasped like the nickname offended him, his face flushing an even deeper pink as he muttered, "Really, cutie? Fishie?"
Valko raised an eyebrow then he took a few steps forward until he was standing in front of us. Rafayel immediately ducked further behind my shoulder like I could somehow absorb him into my body for protection then stiffened when Valko reached over my shoulder and booped him on the nose. "Nice to meet you, fishie. And to answer your question… I don’t drool in my sleep. There’s a good chance I might snore though."
Rafayel stood frozen, wide-eyed and breathless, like his brain had short-circuited. He didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Just… stared at Valko with pure existential confusion, as if trying to compute whether this was real or some cruel hallucination caused by heatstroke.
Then… his eyes flicked down and he went cross eyed trying to stare at his nose where Valko had touched him. When that didn’t work, he whimpered and touched the area gently with two trembling fingers. "I’ve been… booped."
Xavier leaned in and whispered, "Oh no. I think the wolf broke him."
The silence stretched. A full, agonizing five seconds where I could almost see Rafayel’s soul visibly leave his body. His fingers still rested on the tip of his nose. His lips parted. Then closed. Then opened but no sound came out as he raised his eyes to meet Valko’s golden ones.
Xavier leaned closer, squinting like he was observing a rare species of malfunctioning fish and asked, "Should we pinch him to make sure this isn’t a dream?"
Then Rafayel blinked once… twice… and turned to me. "Kenzie… he booped me."
I pressed a hand to my mouth, shoulders shaking as I tried to control my laughter. Once I had gotten ahold of myself, I cleared my throat and answered him. "Yes," I said solemnly, nodding. "He booped you so that makes you friends now. It’s official."
Rafayel’s lower lip trembled like a newborn seal pup. "Friends?" he repeated, voice cracking on the word like it physically pained him. "But… but I don’t want to be friends with your wolf! He called me burnt toast and—and…" He trailed off and gestured at his nose so wildly he almost smacked himself in the face. "He booped me—like I’m some kind of pet!"
Valko didn’t even try to hide his amusement. He crossed his arms, the red material of his shirt stretching across toned muscles as he tilted his head and quietly watched the fishie meltdown.
Rafayel ignored him and suddenly spun, pointing an accusing finger at Xavier. "And you!" he screeched. "You're enjoying this! This is cruelty! Emotional abuse! Friend abuse! First, you accuse me of wanting in Kenzie’s pants and now you… you just stood there while I got booped!"
Xavier didn't even try to hide it; he was grinning ear-to-ear like Christmas had come early. He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye and said, "Oh come on Rafayel, it was kinda funny! You looked like a startled goldfish."
Rafayel gasped and pressed a hand to his chest. "Goldfish?! I am not… you can't just compare me to a common aquarium fish!" His voice rose several octaves in outrage. "I am a Lemurian! A beautiful Lemurian. That’s a hundred times better than a simple goldfish!!"
Looking way too entertained by this whole scene, Valko took one slow, deliberate step forward then another. Rafayel squeaked and instinctively backed up until his heels hit the wall. The werewolf loomed over him, all six-foot-two of broad-shouldered hotness and smug golden eyes that glinted like firelight. He didn’t say a word. Just… stared.
Rafayel’s breath hitched and I thought for sure he was about to pass out but then he raised his chin and stubbornly met Valko’s gaze. "What do you want, puppy?"
Valko snorted and reached out, cupping both hands around Rafayel’s face and squished his cheeks together like he was some kind of adorable stuffed animal and mumbled, "World's Most Dramatic Fishie."
"Mmmph! Mmm-MMM!" Rafayel tried to protest through the cheek-squish, but it came out sounding like muffled dolphin noises.
Xavier lost it. Full-on collapsed against me, wheezing with laughter while tears streamed down his face. "Oh my god," he gasped between breaths, "… I can’t breathe!"
I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt, clutching Xavier for support as we nearly slid to the ground in hysterics. Valko looked utterly delighted for a moment then he dropped his hands and took a step back. "So… who’s hungry?"
Rafayel immediately straightened, reaching up with both hands and rubbing his cheeks like a disgruntled prince who’d just been manhandled by a peasant. His hair was slightly messy and one of the purple strands stuck up adorably at the front. "Food?" he repeated. "How can you talk about—" His stomach growled loud enough to echo off the café walls.
Everyone froze.
Xavier wiped tears from his eyes and whispered, "The fishie is starving."
Rafayel turned scarlet again, but this time it wasn’t about boops or werewolves. It was pure hunger-induced shame. He folded his arms tightly across his chest like that could hide the betrayal of his own digestive system and glared at all three of us.
Valko’s smirk returned full force, and he jerked his thumb toward the café. "I’ll buy."
Rafayel’s glare melted away instantly, his stomach betraying him again with another loud gurgle. He cleared his throat and tried to play it cool, flipping a strand of purple hair off his forehead like he wasn’t completely swayed by the offer of free food. "Well…" he drawled, trying to sound indifferent. "If you're offering… I suppose I could grace your table with my presence."
Xavier snorted. "Wow. Such generosity from His Highness."
Ignoring him completely, Rafayel marched toward the café door with his head held high then pushed the door open with far more drama than necessary, almost like he was entering a royal banquet instead of a cozy café.
Valko snorted as the Lemurian disappeared inside then followed without missing a beat. Xavier and I exchanged amused glances before trailing behind them.
The café was warm and smelled of freshly baked bread, coffee beans, and something sweet… maybe cinnamon rolls? A few customers glanced over at our group, some looking amused by Rafayel’s earlier antics while others went back to eating or conversing with their companions.
Rafayel slid into a booth near the window and immediately snatched up a menu like it required intense study. His nose scrunched slightly as he scanned it… then un-scrunched when something caught his interest.
Valko slid into the booth beside him, ignoring Rafayel’s side eye and scowl, stretching his long arms over the back of the seat and tapping his fingers near Rafayel’s shoulder to annoy him. Xavier plopped down next to me, grinning at the display between the werewolf and the Lemurian.
I leaned forward slightly and peeked at Rafayel’s menu. "See anything good?"
He didn’t answer right away, too busy glaring at the man beside him then he turned back to the menu and sucked in a sharp breath. "They have seafood pasta," he whispered.
Xavier blinked as Valko’s expression lit up. "Oh boy."
The werewolf tilted his head to the side and mumbled, "You’re a fishie. Should you be eating your ancestors?"
Rafayel’s head whipped up so fast I was surprised it didn’t pop off and go flying across the room. His purple eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, lips curling back from his lips with a growl. "Excuse me?!" he hissed, voice dripping with offense. "I’m a merman! I’m not a shrimp or a mussel or even a crab or lobster! A merman! Big difference!"
Valko just kept smirking, golden eyes glinting like he absolutely loved getting under Rafayel’s skin. Xavier snorted into his menu while I covered my mouth to hide my grin.
Rafayel slammed the menu down dramatically and pointed at Valko. "You eat cows! And pigs! And chickens that probably all had names before you turned them into bacon!"
Valko shrugged lazily, not even bothering to correct Rafayel’s mistake. "Yeah… but they weren't related to me."
"WELL THESE FISH WEREN'T RELATED TO ME EITHER!" Rafayel screeched loud enough that several customers turned their heads again. The elderly woman at the next table gasped softly and whispered something about 'poor boy having a breakdown.'
"But you are a fish," Valko said simply, like it was the most obvious fact in the world.
Rafayel looked genuinely horrified. "I—WHAT? No! That’s—that’s species-ist!" He turned to me desperately, reaching out and grabbing my hand. "Kenzie. Tell him I’m not a fish."
I bit my lip and shrugged innocently. "You kinda are though, right? … you’re Lemurian."
Rafayel gasped like I'd just stabbed him with a fork instead of speaking facts. Xavier couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing again while Valko reached over and poked Rafayel's cheek with one finger. "Fishie."
Rafayel recoiled so hard he nearly fell off the booth seat before catching himself at the last second. "Stop poking me!" he snapped, swatting Valko's hand away like an annoyed cat.
Valko just grinned like this was the most fun he’d had in months and did it again. Poked Rafayel’s cheek. Right in the same spot.
The Lemurian let out a noise that was half-growl, half-whimper and slapped Valko’s hand away harder this time, then started smacking his arm like an angry toddler whiling growling and muttering under his breath about ‘swatting Valko on the butt with a newspaper.’
Xavier lost his mind all over again, burying his face in my shoulder to muffle his cackles while I watched the absolute absurdity of a 6’2” werewolf get repeatedly swatted by a small purple-haired artist with wide eyes and a grin on my face.
Valko didn’t seem offended at all though. If anything? He looked amused. Like Rafayel was some kind of weirdly cute pet who needed to be teased constantly just to see how far they could go before exploding. He leaned back casually against the booth seat… lifted both hands like he was offering his surrender then reached out and poked Rafayel right between the eyebrows with two fingers… boop-boop.
The entire table froze for half a second as Rafayel sat there blinking rapidly, brain short-circuiting from dual-target booping assault tactics no one saw coming. His wide purple eyes flickered over Valko’s smug face like he was trying to comprehend what had just happened.
Then he blinked and his eyes narrowed before he grinned mischievously. "Wolfie." He raised a hand and mimicked Valko. Boop-boop. Right on Valko’s nose with two fingers—quick, precise, deliberate. Like an official declaration of war via booping rights revoked then immediately reclaimed by the superior fishie.
Valko’s golden eyes widened slightly, just a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his usually unshakable expression. Then… the corner of his mouth twitched. And it spread. Into the biggest, dumbest, most delighted grin I’d ever seen on my normally composed werewolf friends face.
"Oh no," Xavier gasped. "He's smiling."
Valko was beaming. Like a golden retriever who just got told ‘good boy’ for the first time.
The café seemed to pause around us, even the clinking of dishes and quiet chatter dimming into background noise as everyone subtly noticed how happy the massive werewolf looked after getting booped on the nose by a tiny purple-haired merman.
Then Valko did something no one expected. Not Xavier, not me… not Rafayel. He leaned forward slowly until their faces were inches apart and booped him back. Right on his forehead this time. Softly.
Rafayel’s breath hitched audibly—a little squeak escaping before he could stop it—and his entire face lit up like fireworks had gone off inside him. His cheeks turned an impossible shade of pink, ears burning crimson at their tips while those wide purple eyes stared into Valko’s gold ones without blinking or looking away. Then the Lemurian laughed.
The sound was unexpected—light, musical, and utterly disarming. It tinkled through the café like wind chimes on a summer day, his whole face softening into something radiant and unexpectedly beautiful.
Valko’s eyes softened in a way I’d never seen, like he'd just discovered something precious.
Rafayel leaned forward and poked Valko in the chest. Then on the nose again. Then immediately after once more right between the eyebrows with playful precision.
Xavier looked like he might pass out from sheer emotional overload while I bit my lip to keep from squealing at how ridiculously cute this entire exchange was becoming: two grown men engaged in a booping fest with the intensity of toddlers playing tag for first time at daycare.
Valko didn't react with words or teasing this time, he grinned wider than ever before… then slowly raised both hands like he was surrendering completely to whatever magic Rafayel had accidentally unleashed upon him. "You win, beautiful."
Xavier leaned towards me and whispered under his breath, "Wait… are they flirting?"
I didn’t answer because my heart was suddenly doing backflips in my chest. Because yes. They absolutely were flirting. In the most bizarre, unexpected way possible: a series of gentle boops and soft smiles exchanged like secret messages only they understood. Valko looked at Rafayel like he was the first sunrise after an endless winter—wonderstruck and utterly smitten.
I grinned and leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand as I watched them.
Mission accomplished.
Chapter 5: Winner... Sucks? (Part 1)
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My emotions over the past few days have been a total rollercoaster. I've repeatedly thought about uninstalling the game and not writing anymore. I've also thought about keeping the game and to keep writing. Last night, I cried after seeing the 6.0 update... I was angry and depressed... and I was seriously tempted to delete the game, my Tumblr and my AO3.
But I'm not going to do that.
I know everyone has mixed feelings about Valko. Everyone is either happy or sad, but my thoughts are with the people who created him. All the time and work that went into creating him for us only for toxic fans to boycott him and take him away before we got a chance to know him. I will not forgive them for that, but I do not blame Infold for making the decision they did. They panicked, they handled the situation badly and they are now facing the consequences of their actions.
Could they have handled it better? Of course, they could have. Should they listen to the fandom more about the things that matter? Of course, they should. Should they reach out and make an announcement to the fandom about the future of the game? They should but give them time because they messed up bad and are having to deal with the downfall. Some people might not agree with me on that, but this is my opinion and everyone is entitled to their own.
That being said, I will not be uninstalling the game, and I will continue to write my fanfics. I will write for Valko and give him a voice like I promised. He has his own collection of head canons that I started called Under the Moonlight that I will continue adding to as long as my brain keeps providing me with ideas. I have already written him into one of my ongoing fics, Tattoos & Tequila, and am currently rewriting my fic, Neverland, to include him.
LaDs is a game that was introduced to me by friends that I hold dear, friends that I found during a bad time in my life and they as well as this game have become my comfort. Writing fanfics is something that soothes me and gives my creative side freedom.
If you don't agree with my decision, feel free to unfollow me, block me or just ignore me. I won't mind. You are entitled to your opinion of how you feel about the game going forward and so am I.
In honor of Valko, I will be adding my head canons to this collection to give him a voice.
#WeWantValko
#ValkoIsLoved
#BringBackValko
Summary:
Valko, Caleb x Non MC
Chapter Title: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Word Count: 3,331
TW: penetrative sex, oral sex, smut, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 3 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Link to next head canon at the end...
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
I gasped—half in surprise, half from the sheer intensity of the kiss—and his tongue surged into my mouth like he owned it. Salty sweat mixed with the faint sweetness of Mac’s lip balm and his natural taste flooded my mouth.
My knees went weak and I would have slid to the floor but his grip tightened around my waist while his free hand slid to fist roughly in my hair, tilting my head back enough so he could bite at my bottom lip before his mouth crashed back into mine again with bruising force.
My hands flew up on instinct, not to push him away but to claw at his forearm where it rested around my torso, fingers digging into warm muscle as I kissed him back desperately. All the months of wanting Mac had twisted into this sudden wildfire for him also, and it terrified me how easily he was unraveling me with just one kiss.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, the sound vibrating through both our bodies, and suddenly he spun me around and slammed my back against the door. The sudden shift made me gasp again then moan loudly when his thigh pressed firm and heavy between my legs, right against the bulge of my cock.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips along my jawline, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he sucked hard at the spot beneath my ear. A bruise bloomed instantly, hot and throbbing like a heartbeat, and the thought of having his mark on me drove my need so high I arched into him with a loud moan that echoed.
The sound snapped something inside him. His breath hitched then his hands were everywhere. One tore my shirt open with terrifying ease, the fabric ripping loudly and buttons pinging off stuff like gunshots. The other hand dragged down my bare chest, nails scraping over my skin and leaving fiery trails behind before reaching for the waistband of my pants.
He shoved them down roughly until they tangled around my ankles then did the same with my underwear. Cool air kissed my exposed thighs, but it did nothing to cool the inferno burning through me as he shoved my legs apart with his knee and ground his thigh hard against my balls.
The sudden friction sent a shockwave of pleasure up my spine, and I cried out, my hands flying to his broad shoulders as if they were the only things keeping me upright. My cock was trapped between us now, painfully hard and leaking against his hip bone.
His mouth crashed back onto mine again in another searing. The heat of him everywhere—the sweat-slick skin of his chest pressed to my bare torso; those thick thighs pressing against me; even just how big he felt surrounding me with all that muscle even though we were the same size—it was overwhelming.
I whimpered when one hand abandoned its grip on my hip only so it could slide lower and then his long fingers wrapped around my throbbing length, and I nearly came right then.
His grip was firm but not rough, the perfect amount of pressure as he stroked me once from base to tip with slow deliberation. A bead of pre-cum welled up and smeared across his palm when he twisted at the top like he knew exactly how I liked it.
And God… did he know what he was doing.
His thumb swiped over my leaking head again before squeezing slightly and giving another long pull upward that had my hips jerking forward into his touch involuntarily.
The kiss broke when I gasped, head thudding back against the door. My fingers curled tighter into his shoulders while watching those beautiful eyes drop to watch his hand work me over with lazy strokes that were maddeningly controlled.
I could see the hunger in his gaze, the way his purple eyes darkened as he watched my cock twitch and throb in his grip, every flutter of my eyelids, every hitched breath. He was studying me. Memorizing how I reacted to each stroke. And it made me dizzy with need.
His thumb swirled around the sensitive rim again before he suddenly knelt and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss right on top of my leaking tip then a slow, teasing lick that dragged from my slit to the base like a promise.
My entire body jerked violently against him with a sharp cry I couldn't stifle this time. The sensation was electric; warm saliva mixing with the pre-cum glistening on my tip as he pulled back slightly just to blow cool air over wet skin making me shiver all over. Then without warning, his mouth closed over the head fully… taking it between those sinful lips while keeping eye contact.
The second his lips wrapped around me, my vision whited out and my hips jerked forward. His mouth was hot and the slick pressure of his tongue swirling under my tip nearly made me collapse. A guttural moan tore from my throat as he took just the head first, sucking gently while his fingers stayed curled loosely around the base like an anchor then he slid down further.
The stretch of his lips around my cock was incredible and when he took me deeper with one smooth slide, the wet heat enveloping more of me made my knees buckle again. Only his arm coming up and wrapping around my thighs kept me from collapsing entirely.
His tongue pressed flat along the underside as he sank down until his nose brushed against my pubic bone and suddenly, I couldn't breathe. My hands scrambled to fist in his hair as pleasure exploded through every nerve. He didn’t stop there though; those full lips sealed tighter around me, and he started bobbing slowly up and down with deliberate suction that made my breath catch.
Every pull sent sparks shooting straight to my balls, every drag of his teeth sent shocks racing up my spine. The obscene sounds filled the quiet apartment; the slick noise of his mouth on me mixing with low groans coming from both of our mouths.
Then Mac's voice came from behind us, soft but clear. "Oh."
For a split second, everything went completely still. My heart stopped. My breath hitched. Caleb froze, mouth still wrapped around my cock, lips stretched tight over the head then he slowly pulled off me with an audible pop and rose to his full height and turned to look at Mac, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
She stood a few feet away in the hallway’s dim light. Her green eyes were wide, but she didn’t look mad. No… she looked interested. Licking her lips, she took a step forward then another… and another. Until she was standing right in front of us… close enough that I could see how flushed her cheeks were, how dilated her pupils had become.
Without hesitation, she reached out and placed one small palm flat against my bare chest then slid her fingers slowly down my stomach until her fingers wrapped around my cock.
Her touch was different… softer, but no less electric. Her fingers curled around me gently, her thumb brushing over the wetness left by his mouth before she squeezed lightly and gave an experimental stroke.
I shuddered violently and my pulse thundered in my ears as I stared down at Mac’s face, those gorgeous green eyes full of curiosity and something hotter… something hungry. Then without warning, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, chaste compared to Caleb's devouring ones. The contrast between them was dizzying; one dominant and commanding with his powerful touches while she explored me tenderly like I was something precious.
She pulled back slowly after two seconds only for her lips to trail lower, lightly nipping along my jaw then pausing where Caleb had marked me earlier. She licked right over the spot before pressing her mouth against my skin and harshly sucking a mark of her own.
The sting of her teeth and the pull of her lips sent a jolt through me, and I gasped as she marked my skin right next to his bite. When she finally pulled back to admire her handiwork with a satisfied smile, I felt dizzy with need and confusion.
Caleb’s eyes locked onto the mark and surprisingly there was no jealousy in his gaze. He let out a low hum and stepped up behind her, his large hands sliding around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. "Do you still want him, baby?"
She nodded eagerly, green eyes gleaming with lust and excitement. "Yes… I do."
He smirked and dipped his head to kiss the side of her neck before murmuring against her skin, "Good." Then his lips trailed up to whisper. "Then let’s share him."
The words sent a jolt straight through me to my cock. My breath hitched audibly because share? As in… both of them? At once? I probably wouldn’t survive but I was more than willing.
His smirk deepened, his purple eyes flashing with something feral as he watched my reaction… the way my chest rose and fell rapidly, the desperate glint in my gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he guided Mac around to face me fully before sliding both hands down and gripping her waist. He lifted her up effortlessly and her legs instinctively wrapped around my hips.
The sudden weight of her pressed against me made my head spin. My hands shot up automatically to grip her thighs, fingers sinking into plush flesh as she balanced herself against me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
She tilted her head and crashed her lips onto mine again, this kiss deeper than the last—hungry, messy. Her mouth tasted like cherry gloss and something uniquely her, sweet yet intoxicating. I kissed back instantly, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head while my other arm tightened around her waist to hold us together.
Her legs squeezed my hips as she ground her bare pussy against my cock. The sensation of her wet heat pressing against my aching length sent a bolt of pure lust straight through me and a broken groan tore from me, muffled by our kissing lips. I instinctively rolled my hips upward, chasing that friction like an addict.
The kiss turned feverish then, Mac’s tongue dancing with mine, her body writhing against me as she rocked her hips in small, desperate circles. Every brush of her slick heat against my length sent sparks up my spine.
Caleb watched us intently for a moment, his breath coming out in ragged pants against the back of Mac’s neck then he let out a low growl that resonated in my chest. One hand slid up to tangle in her dark hair while the other traced down the curve of her back.
I broke away from the kiss with a gasp when I felt his warm palm press flat against my bare thigh… then slowly drag higher… higher… until those long fingers curled around the base of my cock and squeezed gently but firmly.
A strangled moan ripped out of me as the sensations crashed into each other: Mac grinding down on me like she couldn’t wait to have me inside her; and Caleb taking control again, stroking my length with slow but deliberate precision once... twice...
My head tipped back against door hard enough to rattle it slightly when he adjusted the angle of my cock and with the next downward motion of Mac’s hips I slid inside her slick heat a few inches. "Fuck," I panted.
The feeling of her tight pussy around my cock was dizzying—hot, wet, and impossibly snug. She sank down further with a soft whimper, her inner walls clenching instinctively around my thick length, fluttering like butterfly wings as she adjusted to the intrusion.
Caleb didn’t stop touching us, his fingers kept working the lower portion of my shaft while his other hand gripped Mac’s hip to help guide her movements. "Easy," he murmured against her shoulder before biting it lightly.
She nodded and took a slow, shuddering breath as she lowered herself further, her inner muscles stretching to accommodate my size. I was a little ticker and about an inch longer than he was and the stretch was evident in the way her thighs trembled around my hips and how she bit down on that plush lower lip of hers.
Caleb’s hands stayed firm on us, one guiding her descent with gentle pressure on her hip while the other stroked what little wasn't buried inside of her. Every time I twitched from overstimulation or instinctively tried to thrust up into that tight heat, Caleb tightened his grip just enough to remind me that I wasn’t the one in control right now.
When Mac’s ass came flush against my pelvis the three of us froze for half a second. She exhaled sharply through flared nostrils before closing those pretty green eyes and rolling her hips against mine in a slow, circular grind. "Oh god," she whispered shakily.
The sensation of her walls fluttering around me—clenching and pulsing like she was trying to milk every inch—nearly made my knees give out. I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep from coming right then, but a broken whimper still escaped anyway.
Caleb’s purple eyes burned into mine over Mac’s shoulder, dark with possessiveness and satisfaction? Whatever it was sent heat flooding through me because he wasn’t angry that I was inside the woman he loved. He seemed… turned on by it.
His thumb swiped over where we were joined as if checking to see how deep I was seated before his hand slid up to grip her other hip. "You okay?" he asked softly against her ear.
She nodded, her green eyes fluttering open again as she exhaled a soft "Yes…" The single word came out breathy and thick with pleasure.
He kissed her temple before glancing down then slowly, deliberately, he lifted her.
A low whine escaped her as my cock slid out of that tight heat inch by agonizing inch until just the tip remained inside. Her inner walls squeezed me possessively on the way up like she didn’t want to let go.
The loss of her warmth was almost painful, and I wanted to take control and thrust back into her, but I tilted my head back against the door and waited, my cock twitching, aching and leaking as the cool air hit my slick skin.
He easily held her aloft for a long moment before he lowered her again. This time slower… teasingly so… until just when I thought she’d sink back down fully, he stopped with only half my length inside her.
She whimpered, squirming slightly in his grip like she wanted more but he kept steady control. His eyes locked onto mine—daring me to say something or make a move—but I stayed frozen under that intense stare.
His lips curled into that same slow, dangerous smirk, the one I was starting to recognize meant trouble. Without breaking eye contact with me, he adjusted his grip on Mac and lifted her higher again… then higher… until my cock slipped completely out of her pussy with a wet sound.
She made a frustrated noise, squirming in his arms as she reached down like she was going to guide me back inside her, but Caleb easily blocked the movement by shifting her body until her legs were dangling awkwardly over his arms and she was facing him instead of me.
For the briefest moment I panicked thinking maybe this was over? That they were done with me already after that small taste of heaven but then his mouth curled into a smirk and he turned, walking into the living room toward the couch.
When they reached it instead of sitting down like I expected, he lowered Mac onto all fours on top of the cushions. Her ass hovered high in the air now and when she glanced back at him over shoulder expectantly that purple gaze flicked to mine. "Come take what you want."
The command sent a jolt through me. My pulse spiked, equal parts nervous and thrilled. He was testing me. Seeing if I’d take what I wanted or freeze up now that she was presented to me on all fours, bare and ready.
Without hesitation, I quickly toed off my shoes and stepped out of my pants completely before moving towards her quickly. She arched her back slightly in anticipation and the sight of her like this—on hands and knees, ass up in the air, pussy glistening with arousal in the moonlight—was almost too much to handle after everything that had already happened tonight.
I came up behind her and grabbed one hip firmly with one hand while lining myself up with my other. My cock twitched against her slick folds before pressing forward slowly…
The moment my tip touched her, she let out a soft whimper and pushed back against me slightly in an unspoken plea for more. I didn’t make her wait. With one smooth thrust, I sank into that tight heat. A groan ripped from my chest as her walls clenched around me like a vise—warm and wet and perfect.
She gasped sharply and dropped forward onto her forearms while pressing her hips higher to give me better access. The angle allowed me to slide in even further until our pelvises met with each slow roll of my hips.
Behind us Caleb watched silently… arms crossed over his chest and eyes dark. It should have been intimidating having him observe every movement but honestly it turned me on more knowing he wasn't stopping this or getting jealous seeing another man take his girlfriend like this.
My hands gripped Mac’s curvy hips tighter as I started moving properly now… shallow thrusts at first then gradually deeper strokes while studying how each motion made her body react. The way she bit down hard on lower lip… the way low moans and whimpers poured out of her… how her fingers curled into couch fabric whenever my pace increased…
The room filled with the sounds of our mingled breathing, Mac’s soft moans, and the slick slap of skin against skin as I began to pick up my rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me—her tight heat squeezing around my cock like a velvet glove.
She pushed back against every forward motion like she couldn’t get enough, chasing the friction with desperate little grinds of her hips. The heat radiating from where our bodies were joined was dizzying; sweat glistened on her lower back as she arched beautifully under me.
After watching us for a few more breathless minutes, Caleb finally moved. In two strides he was behind me. The heat of his body pressed against my back and his cock slid into the crease of my ass. Then his strong hands slid around my waist and over the planes of my stomach. One palm rested just above where Mac and I were joined while the other rose higher, tracing up between my pectorals to squeeze one pec before rubbing his fingers over my nipple.
My breath hitched and for a split second I faltered in my thrusts. Mac whimpered beneath me at the pause, rolling her hips impatiently. But then Caleb leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear before he bit down gently on the lobe.
A shiver raced down my spine as his hands roamed lower, fingers running across the base of my cock then around Mac’s stretched opening. His cock twitched against the cleft of my ass then he let out a low laugh and whispered, "Make her come then you’re mine."
Chapter 4: Boop
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TW: AU, threesome M/M/F, M/M, M/F, smut, penetrative sex
Warnings:
This is an explicit fic told by Non MC.
There is penetrative male/male sex in this fic. Each fic in this series will be M/M/F. The LaDs boys all have different occupations in this series than in the game. If any of those things bother you, this isn't the fic for you!
Summary: They grew up together, opened a tattoo shop together and have always done everything as friends... but she wants more than that from one of them. What she doesn't know is the other one wants them both...
Word Count: 4,877
Tattoos & Tequila - Chapter 10 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
I let out a huff and opened one eye to see my mother leaning against the back of the couch, staring at me. My head was already pounding with the hangover from hell and the sharp tone of her voice only made the throbbing worse.
"Thanks, mom," I mumbled, burying my face against a couch pillow with a groan and pulling the blanket over my head to block out the sunlight pouring through the floor to ceiling windows. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear right now."
"You're welcome," she said dryly, pulling the blanket back and tugging on my arm. "Sit up. We need to talk."
I groaned again, resisting like a moody teenager because the idea of moving was too much when every nerve ending in my body was screaming and the light felt like daggers in my eyes. "No," I whined, reaching up and grabbing at the blanket. "It's too early and I'm dying. Go away and come back at a decent hour."
"It's eleven in the morning," she said dryly, "And I'm pretty sure you're not dying. You're just hungover. Stop acting like a child and sit up."
I grumbled but didn't fight her this time, reluctantly sitting up and rubbing a hand over my face before squinting at her. "What?"
"What were you thinking getting drunk last night? And crashing on my couch without warning me? Why didn’t you go home?"
I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose as flashes of the bar, the sexy bartender and our conversation about the ‘things we wanted but couldn’t have’ came back to me with a vengeance. "I was stressed," I muttered. "I needed… a break from everything. And your house was closer…"
Her sharp gaze softened just a fraction—enough to let me know she wasn't as mad as she was making it seem but was still deeply unimpressed. "A break from everything? So you decided the best course of action was to drink yourself stupid then stumble over here like a stray cat?"
I opened my mouth to argue, but the way her eyebrow arched told me it was pointless.
"Don’t bother," she said with an exasperated sigh, already turning toward the kitchen. "Coffee is on the counter if you can handle it without vomiting… there’s also a glass of water and some pain killers…" A pause as she shot me a look over her shoulder… one that I hadn’t seen since I was a child, "And we are discussing this when your brain isn't trying to escape through your eyeballs."
I whimpered at the mention of coffee, my stomach twisting in protest even if it was the liquid of the gods and I normally loved it and drank two or three cups before going to work each morning.
"You're evil," I muttered before finally peeling myself off the couch with a groan.
The walk to her kitchen was slow and torturous, each step making me wince as I braced myself against the walls for support. When I reached the counter, the water was waiting for me like she said with two painkillers sitting beside it.
My hands shook slightly as I grabbed the glass, nearly knocking it over in my haste to get something… anything in my body to help ease this damn headache.
The painkillers went down with effort, but the water helped wash away some of that cotton-mouth taste lingering on my tongue. I set the cup back down carefully before exhaling shakily and leaning my forehead against the cool marble of her kitchen counter for support.
"You done being dramatic yet?" she asked dryly.
I let out a weak groan before pushing myself up and turning to look at her.
"No."
She raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned her hip against the countertop and studied me with a critical eye. "Hungover and snippy… that's a great combination."
I frowned, wincing as the movement set off the throbbing in my head. "Don't pick fights with me when I'm pretty sure I can see sounds."
She shook her head before looking at me in a way that made me think I wasn’t going to like what she was going to say next. "I had an interesting conversation with Sylus this morning."
"What?" I croaked out, my mind suddenly spinning, "What did you… you talked to him? This morning? Why? What did he want? Why did he call you? When did he call you?" I paused for a minute, my brow furrowing in confusion then I whisper-yelled, "Please tell me you didn’t answer the phone!"
"Of course I did… why wouldn’t I?"
"Moooommmm… nooooo…."
She huffed and rolled her eyes. "What else was I supposed to do when he called me and asked where you were?"
I groaned, dropping my head into my hands with a pained whimper.
Great. That was exactly what I didn't need right now…
"Please tell me you didn't tell him I was here."
Her silence was the only response I needed.
"Damn it, mom," I groaned, massaging the bridge of my nose. "Why would you do that?!"
She gave me a look that said she thought the answer to that should have been obvious. "He was worried about you, which I can't blame him for considering you disappeared without telling anyone where you were going."
I let out a strangled noise, dragging my hands down my face. "Worried? That's not… he wasn't worried."
My voice cracked on the last word as I recalled his icy text: I’m coming over.
He hadn’t been worried… he had wanted an answer to the ultimatum Caleb had thrown down before I was willing to give it and I had left and ended up drunk in a bar to avoid having a conversation I wasn’t ready for.
My mother's expression shifted… the kind of look that said she'd seen this brand of stubbornness before and was five seconds from calling bullshit. "Mmhmm," she hummed, unimpressed. "And yet he called me at six in the morning to ask if you’d shown up here." A pause as her gaze sharpened. "Twice." Then with a huff. "Then again thirty minutes ago."
Something hot and guilty twisted behind my ribs at that last detail. It shouldn't have mattered; Sylus had no right to demand answers from anyone… least of all after ghosting me for days then demanding my attention when it suited him…
But it did matter.
Hearing that he had cared enough… was worried enough… to call my mother shouldn't have made me feel guilty yet giddy but that didn’t stop the conflicting feelings from rising to the surface.
I pushed away from the counter and stumbled toward the kitchen table to collapse into a chair. "What did you tell him?" I muttered, dropping my head onto the cool wood.
She sighed, taking a seat across from me. "The truth," she said, voice blunt.
The truth… did I even want to know what her version of the truth was? Probably not but I asked anyways.
"And what exactly is the truth?"
She gave me a look like my feigned ignorance was beyond annoying but answered anyway, "That you were here and alive, but hungover and not in any state to talk and that he should give you time to process whatever is going on before trying to contact you again."
"And he accepted that?"
She snorted, the derisive sound making it clear she thought that was an incredibly stupid question. "Of course not," she said dryly. "He wanted to see you. I think he would have barged in here and dragged you out by your hair if I had let him."
I let out another groan, my face still mashed against the cool table. Of course he would.
"He's like a freaking dog with a bone," I muttered, my voice slightly stifled by the tabletop. "I said I needed time and space to think."
She hummed before her expression shifted into something less annoyed and more… concerned. "What’s going on, Bay? You’ve always been close to those boys and now you’re keeping them at a distance…"
I lifted my face from the table. "It's… complicated. You wouldn't understand."
It was a bold statement… and an arrogant one considering she had been in a similar relationship in her youth and one of those men was my father, but I was too nauseous and too miserable to think about that right now.
She scoffed, one eyebrow arching up. "Try me."
I looked away, my gaze shifting to stare out the window across from the table as I tried and failed numerous times to figure out how to explain without embarrassing myself.
She was quiet, studying me as I struggled to find the words but eventually, she broke the silence. "Bay," she said, her voice surprisingly patient. "Look at me. Please."
For a moment, I considered ignoring the request… but something in her tone had me shifting my head to meet her gaze. "Do you really want to know?"
"I just spent the last half hour on the phone with a very concerned and very stubborn man who wouldn't stop asking questions while the other kept fretting in the background like a mother hen, so yes. I think I deserve to know what the hell is going on."
Hearing that they were together was surprising… considering how pissed Caleb had been when he found Sylus and I in bed together but that wasn’t important right now…
I licked my lips and then… everything came spilling out of me.
I talked until my throat ran dry, my stomach rolling with every bit of information I spoke out loud… I told her everything from Sylus’ idea to pretend we were dating to get Caleb’s attention to the part where I was given an ultimation but left out the more… intimate parts.
When I finally finished, I slumped back in my seat and waited for her to say something.
She was silent for what felt like forever, just sitting there watching me before finally speaking, "So that's what's going on?" she said, her voice neutral. "You're torn between the two."
I huffed out a bitter laugh. "Simple, huh?"
"Simple? It sounds like a goddamn nightmare."
I let out a huff. "Tell me about it."
She was silent for another long moment then, "Do you love them both?"
"Yes," I said softly. "I do. Which is why it makes it so damn hard to choose."
Her expression softened. "I… understand… more than you know." She paused and nibbled on her bottom lip before meeting my gaze. "Making the decision to walk away from Ty and Jace was one of the hardest I ever had to make… but it was the smartest thing I could have ever done."
My shoulders slumped as she mentioned the two men she had been in a similar relationship with back in her twenties.
One of those two men was the father of me and my twin brother, but she had never tried to figure out which one and I couldn’t blame her… one of them was a drug addict who had been sentenced to life in prison for killing a hostage at the bank he had attempted to rob… and she had found out the other had been married with two kids already a month before finding out she was pregnant.
Sighing, I leaned my head back to look at the ceiling. "What if I can't make a choice? What if I'm not as smart as you? What if I do make a choice and it’s the wrong one?"
She let out a huff and when I looked at her, there was a small smile on her face. "You're smarter than you give yourself credit for… smarter than all of us, I think. And even if you can't make a choice… that's okay too. You're young, you have time."
The words did little to make me feel better. In fact, they just stirred up the guilt that had been bubbling for days. I knew I couldn't keep this up but the idea of telling them that I couldn’t and wouldn’t felt like having my chest torn open.
I blew out a breath and ran my fingers through my hair. "It just feels impossible. Being stuck between what I need and what I want."
She was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "And what do you need?"
I looked away, staring down at the table as I thought about the answer to that question. "I need… I need them… both of them."
"And what do you want?"
"Same answer," I said before I could stop myself.
"That's not always how it works, kiddo. Sometimes… we can't have everything we want."
Her words were the truth and a painful reminder at the same time. I knew that the chances of me finding a way to keep both of them was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"I don't like your logic," I whispered, my voice cracking slightly.
She let out a soft laugh. "It's not logic. It's experience."
I let out a bitter laugh, scrubbing a hand over my face. "Goddamn it."
"I know it's not what you want to hear, but—"
"But… what? I have to choose?" I said then shook my head. "I have made a choice but what if it’s the wrong one?"
Her expression shifted again… sympathetic yet stern. "You can't live in the middle forever. I know you want both of them… but that's not a realistic option if it’s not what they want and you know it. You can’t force them to want to be in a relationship with you and each other. They will grow to resent you… resent each other and then you will lose them both for sure."
She exhaled sharply as if something occurred to her then she continued, "Look… you're not selfish for wanting them both but you are being unfair to all three of you by dragging this out. Make a decision and stick to it, Bay. Choose one of them or choose neither but… make a choice."
A heavy silence hung in the room as her words reverberated through my mind. I knew she was right… deep down, I did and it was time for me to step up, be a woman and tell them what I had decided to do.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to hurt…
"Okay…"
The moment the word left my lips, relief and dread tangled in my chest because I knew what I was going to do and I knew it was going to have consequences that were going to change things.
My mother studied me for a long moment… probably searching for any hint of hesitation before nodding once.
"Good."
She pushed back from the table and stood, already turning toward the counter to grab her keys. "Now that we've settled that…" A pointed glance at me as she shrugged her purse over one shoulder and slid her feet into a pair of shoes. "... you're going to take a shower while I run out and get you something decent to eat."
I opened my mouth—to argue? To thank her?—but she cut me off with a raised finger before I could make a noise…
"Nope! You smell like cheap tequila and poor decisions." A pause as she eyed my bloodshot eyes, "And you look like hell warmed over twice.”
She jabbed an accusing finger toward the hallway bathroom. "Shower, Bailey Nicole. Or I will call your brother and have him come deal with you."
I shivered at the threat, knowing she wasn't joking. My brother had a way of finding out when I acted like a fool and always made sure to call me on my bullshit… usually by giving me a lecture that lasted until I wanted to pull my hair out. "Okay, okay! I'm going, I'm going... no need to threaten me…"
Before I could say anything else, she was out the door with a smile on her face, leaving me alone in the silence of her house with a pounding headache and lingering choices.
I dragged myself up from the chair, legs wobbling slightly as I stumbled down the hallway toward the bathroom my brother and I had shared when we were kids. Sighing, I turned the hot water on then quickly stripped out of my wrinkled clothing and stepped under the water, pulling the bright green and pink curtain closed behind me.
Steam curled around me as hot droplets pelted against my stiff muscles as I closed my eyes and stood under the spray for a while letting the water wash away tequila and stress.
It wasn't until the hot water started to go cold that I washed up quickly then pushed away from the spray and turned off the water before reaching for a towel on the rack.
I had just finished drying off and was eying my clothes with distaste when I heard the front door open and close then my mother's voice followed by my brother's deeper tone.
I froze, towel clutched to my chest as the unmistakable sound of his boots thudded down the hallway.
"Bay?"
His voice carried through the door… sharp, amused. "Mom says you're hiding." A pause before his voice dropped… becoming dangerously sweet, "Open up… we need to talk."
I gritted my teeth and dropped the towel on the floor, yanking on yesterday’s wrinkled clothes without even bothering to put my underwear back on.
By the time I wrenched open the bathroom door Rafayel was leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed and that look… the one that said I’d be lucky if this only ended in humiliation instead of blackmail photos posted on his Memories page.
"You," he announced solemnly, "are an idiot."
I let out a sharp, offended laugh—partly because of the audacity and partly because he wasn’t wrong. "Wow… I haven’t seen you in two months and that’s what you say? Really?" I shot back, shoving against his chest to get him to move.
He pushed off the doorframe with an exaggerated sigh before leveling me with a stare so unimpressed it could’ve melted steel. "Yes, really…"
I ignored him and turned to look at our mother who was standing at the end of the hall studying the wall like it would provide all the answers to the universe. "Thought you said you weren’t going to call him."
"She didn’t, Xavier did."
My brow furrowed in confusion. "Who in the hell is Xavier?"
My brother snorted and reached out to ruffle my wet hair. "He owns Hellfire… you know, the bar you got drunk at last night."
"Of course you know the owner of the bar I went to… why wouldn’t you?" I muttered, pushing his hand away from my head before he got motor oil or some other shit in my clean hair from the last car he had worked on.
"You know it's really freaking annoying that the bar owner called my brother to tattle because I got drunk…"
"I don't think it was because you were drunk," he said, sounding way too casual about the whole thing as he watched me fight with the tangled mess of damp hair sticking up on top of my head. "I think it was because you were flirting and he didn’t want me to kill him."
I bristled, suddenly very aware that our mother was now paying attention to us instead of muttering about needing to paint the hallway a different color.
"I was not!"
His smirk turned downright wicked as he pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling with deliberate slowness before holding the screen up to my face.
A video played—grainy but unmistakable.
Me, leaning over the bar, tongue swiping my bottom lip like some cheap romance novel cover model while Xavier's amused voice teased, "Careful… you lean over any further and you might tumble behind the counter."
I made a strangled noise and lunged for the phone. "Delete that right now or I swear—"
He yanked it out of reach with a laugh. "Nahhhh," he drawled. "Don’t think I will."
"You're such a dick."
He shrugged like I had complimented his sense of style instead of calling him names before holding up the phone again and playing the video on a loop, making my face burn in embarrassment. "Blackmail material," he said with a smirk.
A strangled gasp escaped me and I lunged for the phone again.
This time when he yanked it away, I stumbled forward and had to catch myself on the doorframe to keep from face planting against his chest. "I hate you," I muttered.
"You love me."
"I don’t know why."
"Because I'm charming?" he suggested. "Incredibly handsome and funny?"
"Annoying as hell," I supplied dryly.
He gasped, pressing a hand to his heart. "Rude. I'm wounded, Bay."
"Delete the video and I’ll take it back."
"Nope," he said gleefully. "I am never deleting this video ever. It is too perfect and you’re way too entertaining when you’re drunk."
I narrowed my eyes, trying to calculate my options on whether I could kick his ass fast enough to grab his phone and delete the damn video or if he would toss me over his shoulder and dump me in the pool like he had when were kids.
"I hate you so much," I ground out again as I stalked past him into the kitchen where our mother was leaning against the counter waiting for us. "You're not supposed to be here anyways. You were supposed to be working at the garage with Valko today."
"I was," Rafayel agreed, following close behind me and stopping to lean against the opposite counter with his phone still in hand. "Then X called."
I paused in the middle of rifling through the bags of food on the counter and frowned over my shoulder with a container in my hand. "So you rushed over here to rub it in my face that I got drunk and flirted with the bartender instead of working? Bet Val loves that…"
His smirk only widened as he pocketed his phone with a lazy shrug. "Nah, I rushed over here because my little sister didn't just flirt with the bartender—she talked about some real deep shit involving love triangles while downing enough tequila to kill a small horse."
His voice dropped into an exaggerated whisper. "And then she propositioned him."
My stomach lurched, not from the hangover this time, but pure mortification.
I didn’t remember doing any of that… in fact, the last thing I remembered was telling the bartender I couldn’t choose between Sylus and Caleb so I chose neither then I was waking up with my mom in my face telling me I looked like death.
What else had I said?
The thought made me want to crawl under the table and die. I didn't want to know what else I had spewed in front of the damn bartender… or anyone else for that matter.
My brother caught my expression and let out a laugh. "Aww… look at that face. What's the matter, Bay? You look like you're about to vomit. Tequila finally catch up with you?"
"You're enjoying this too much," I muttered, jabbing a finger in his direction.
He held up his hands in mock surrender but the grin on his face was pure evil. "Hey, if you don’t want me to share your drunken confessions with everyone then make sure you’re not being recorded…"
Pausing dramatically, he wiggled the phone tauntingly. "Or maybe I should send it to two men who might be very interested to know exactly what their girl was doing last night..."
My stomach dropped as panic flared hot under my skin because if my brother sent the video to them? Things could get ugly fast… I had a feeling I would find myself underneath them with them punishing me to remind me who I belonged to or… they would throw up their hands and decide they were done with me before I could tell them I had made a choice… or… or…
The possibilities kept circling and circling until I was close to a panic attack.
Rafayel’s expression shifted, the smirk fading as he pushed away from the counter and took a step forward, his voice suddenly gentler. "Hey, easy…"
I took a step back, almost tripping over a kitchen chair in my haste. "Don’t," I managed in a soft voice, "You can't send them that… please… they would leave me… they would…"
"They wouldn't," he said quickly, taking another step forward and grabbing my shoulders to pull me into a hug. I hated that he knew how to read me, how to soothe my panic, even when his words were making it worse. "They care about you too much for that…"
"Then why are they making me choose between them?" I cried against his chest as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
He sighed, one of his hands rubbing soothing circles on my back in a slow, steady rhythm that did little to soothe me. "Because they're idiots who don't know how to share."
A shaky laugh escaped me and I squeezed my eyes shut, holding onto him tighter. "I think I'm the idiot in this situation for letting it get to this point… I just wanted…"
He made a soft shushing noise, fingers running through my hair. "It's going to be alright," he said quietly. "No matter what you decide, they would never leave you… they're in too deep, you know that."
I let out a shaky breath, trying to find comfort in his words.
They were possessive and protective of me. They weren't going to just walk away… not after how much they cared… "Yeah…" I murmured. "I know…"
His hand continued rubbing comforting circles on my back as I slowly pulled out of the embrace with a shaky sigh.
He watched me for a moment then asked, "You gonna be okay?"
I let out a shaky breath, running my hands through my still-damp hair as I avoided his gaze. "I don't know," I admitted quietly.
He didn't say anything for a long moment, just studied me with ‘the look’… the one that said he wanted to push but wouldn’t… then he nudged the container of food towards me. "Eat," he muttered then grabbed a container and handed it to our mother before grabbing one of his own.
His casual command did little to ease my racing thoughts, but I didn't have the energy to argue… and the idea of putting some food in my stomach sounded better than the hollow feeling of a hangover-induced headache and maybe… just maybe something greasy would help somehow.
I grabbed the container and sank down at table without complaining, opening the lid to eye the eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast inside before I grabbed the plastic fork and dug in.
The conversation in the kitchen fell into the normal catching up about life’s events as the three of us ate. I didn’t say much as the eggs in my stomach churned and the headache throbbing behind my eyes only got more insistent.
I was halfway through the hash browns when my brother finally spoke, setting down his coffee with a quiet thump after taking a long sip of it. "Tell me everything and let’s talk it through."
"There's not much to tell," I muttered as I stared down at my food—the thought of finishing it making my insides clench. "Sylus thought making Caleb jealous by pretending to date would be a good idea but then we slept together… then Caleb and I slept together and Sylus found out and got jealous. Then we slept together again and Caleb found out and now I'm caught between two assholes who I care for and they're making me choose between them. That's it… it sucks."
He was quiet for a long moment, watching me closely as I pushed the food around in my container, his expression thoughtful as if he was trying to pick his words carefully. "I'm sorry for all that you’re going through," he said finally with a sigh.
My eyes flicked up to his face, surprised he was being supportive instead of trying to be a dick or giving me a lecture. "You are?"
He rolled his eyes, looking vaguely offended at the question. "Yes, I am. Believe it or not, I don't enjoy seeing my baby sister hurting and miserable."
My heart twisted at the sincerity in his voice. He didn't often show his softer side, but when he did, it always got to me. "Sorry, it's just… I'm used to you being a pain in the ass."
"I know," he agreed with a grin. "But just because I'm an ass doesn't mean I don't care."
I couldn't help but laugh, some of the tension easing in my chest as the familiar banter between us started up with our mom playing referee like she always had. And as we sat there I couldn’t help but think… maybe everything would be okay...
Chapter 11
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Summary: She doesn’t remember anything about her life before she saw him. But he wants nothing to do with her… until all of a sudden he does.
Word Count: 5,849
Netherlord - Chapter 3 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Ongoing (Part 3 of a series: Myths)
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Part 3
I don’t know how many hours had passed but when I woke, I was alone in the bed.
The empty space beside me sent a jolt of panic through my chest. My fingers clutched at the rumpled sheets desperately… only slightly relieved when I found the space still warm from his body but empty. Then I saw it… a silver pendant with a glowing light green stone resting on the pillow where he’d been lying and a note tucked beneath it with precise, sharp handwriting.
Went to settle something.
That was all—no explanation, no reassurance that he’d return soon or that this wasn’t some cruel joke. Just those four words in sharp handwriting like a brand left on my skin.
I grabbed for the pendant, clutching it against my chest as fear curled its way up my spine because no matter what he said, I couldn’t get over the hurt from being ignored then suddenly told I belonged to him only to be ignored again.
My body still bore his marks… bruises on my hips, teeth imprints along my collarbone, an ache in my muscles and between my thighs… all proof that every ragged moan and plea had been real. But now? Now there was silence.
A sharp knock at the bedroom door made me flinch… the sound too loud in the silent room. "Miss?" A woman's voice called through wood.
Swallowing down my rising panic, I croaked out, "Y-Yes?"
The door opened cautiously, revealing the maid from last night.
Her face softened with sympathy the moment she saw me—disheveled, bare except for the blanket pulled up to cover my naked body, clutching the pendant like a lifeline.
"Good morning," she said gently before stepping fully inside and closing the door behind her with her foot. She was carrying a silver tray laden with food—steaming tea, toast cut into perfect triangles on butter-soaked bread, eggs cooked just right and fresh fruit arranged neatly beside a small stack of bacon.
Without asking permission or waiting for an invitation to come closer, she walked over and set the tray down on the bedside table. "The Lord said you might be hungry when you woke up."
Her eyes flickered briefly over my loose hair and the pile of lace, crumpled flowers and ribbons on the floor but didn’t comment. She reached into her apron pocket then pulled out another neatly folded note between two fingers, offering it toward me with the simple explanation of, "He told me to tell you to read this."
My stomach twisted with a mix of hunger and dread. I took the note, my fingers brushing against hers as I unfolded it slowly. My eyes scanned Caleb’s sharp handwriting.
"Eat everything on that tray before you leave this room. Wear what's in the closet. Don’t speak to anyone besides the maid attending to you. I’ll see you at noon by the lotus pond. Do not even think about disobeying me."
Once again, no "good morning." No explanation for leaving me alone. Just orders… the cold and precise commands from a man who clearly expected absolute obedience. No warmth, no affection… just pure authority.
The maid watched me carefully as I read it, her expression unreadable but not unkind. When I looked up at her again after swallowing hard… she smiled and folded her hands over her stomach. "Do you know where your clothing is?" she asked softly—not pushing for answers or gossip like others might have—but offering quiet service instead.
I shook my head and nibbled on my bottom lip as she turned toward one side door and opened it silently to show its contents… several dresses hanging neatly side by side alongside shoes lined up beneath them on racks. All expensive-looking fabrics in deep colors ranging from purple to green to turquoise to gold… all elegant cuts designed specifically for… me.
She stepped aside, holding the door open as I slid out of bed still wrapped in the blanket, bare feet touching cold hardwood. I padded over to inspect the dresses, my stomach twisting with a mix of nervousness and curiosity.
Every single one was exquisite: tailored silk gowns with delicate lace details at the collars or sleeves; flowing chiffon dresses that looked light enough that I could float in them; simple, sheer ones in a variety of colors meant for wandering the halls of this massive home and not to be worn in public.
Some had silver and gold embroidery. Some were casual… but none were simple. Every piece screamed formality and expectation. Like Caleb had chosen them specifically so people would look at me and know exactly to whom I belonged.
My fingers brushed over a sleeveless emerald-green dress before moving to another—a soft gold one layered with sheer fabric—then to another, simpler one made of ivory fabric with lotus flowers embroidered along the bottom in pink, purple and green.
The maid remained quiet, observing me as I examined each dress, not offering opinions or try to influence my choice, just standing there with her hands folded neatly in front of her, waiting patiently for me to make a decision.
After another minute of silent scrutiny, I reached for the ivory dress. It wasn't the flashiest or most elaborate option… but it felt right somehow. The color would bring out the blue in my eyes and I hoped Caleb would approve.
Carefully taking it from its hanger, I carried it and the pair of shoes the maid handed me back towards the bed and laid them at the foot before I sat down by the tray and hesitantly reached for a piece of crispy bacon.
The maid took this as her cue and stepped forward smoothly, "I'll prepare your bath while you eat, Mistress." She moved with practiced efficiency, turning toward the bathroom door as she spoke and I didn't correct her for calling me "Mistress"… not this time.
Right now, it felt safer to just… go along with things until I figured out exactly what my role was going to be. Was I supposed to go to the library to work? Was I supposed to stay here with Caleb and never see the outside of this mansion ever again? Would I live out my days bored out of my mind, at the beck and call of a man who ran hot and cold?
I didn’t know and that’s what was bothering me most.
I ate quietly, surprised that the food was surprisingly delicious compared to what I had eaten before. The bacon was crispy, the eggs perfectly seasoned, and the tea had a hint of honey that soothed my still-tense nerves. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was or how bland the food I had been eating was until now.
The maid returned from preparing my bath. "Your water is ready whenever you're finished eating," she said gently before moving to tidy up slightly—the discarded lace and ribbons from last night swept into a small pile by the door for disposal later and a pair of boots placed back in another wardrobe similar to the one where my clothing hung.
I took another sip of tea then set it down on its saucer carefully before pushing back what remained uneaten to the other side of the nightstand. Standing slowly in just the thin blanket still wrapped around me, I walked towards the bathroom with the maid following me.
Steam curled out faintly as she opened the door fully revealing an enormous marble-lined bathing chamber and a huge claw foot tub filled with fragrant rose-scented water. Candles burned softly along shelves casting a warm golden light across everything while petals floated atop the water’s surface giving the whole room a calming feeling.
Without hesitation, I let go of the blanket so it fell into a soft pile on the marble tiles behind me as I approached the bathtub then slipped one bare foot into the warm water—testing its temperature first.
It was perfect.
The warmth of the scented water enveloped me as I stepped fully into the tub, sinking down until it lapped at my collarbones. A sigh escaped my lips—this was luxury beyond anything I’d experienced before. The mansion was grand, but this… this private sanctuary felt like something reserved only for me and Caleb.
I leaned back against smooth porcelain and closed my eyes for a moment—letting the steam rise around me while petals clung gently to my damp skin.
Then came soft footsteps, fabric rustling slightly as the maid moved closer with a towel in her arms and a washcloth draped over one shoulder. Without speaking, she set everything within reach beside the bathtub's edge before reaching for a shampoo bottle sitting nearby on small shelf.
"Would you like your hair washed?"
I blinked open my eyes then glanced at the tangled silver strands floating on the surface of the water, wondering if her washing my hair would upset Caleb as much as her braiding it had. There was only one way to find out.
Sighing, I glanced up at her. "Yes, but don’t braid it… he… he got upset about that."
"Of course," she said softly, squeezing a generous amount of shampoo onto her palm before lathering it between her hands. Then she carefully gathered my hair from the water's surface and began massaging it into my scalp then down the waist-length strands with slow, rhythmic motions.
It felt amazing—the warm water combined with skilled fingertips easing tension I hadn’t realized was coiled in my shoulders since. A quiet hum of contentment escaped me without me realizing it but I was too content to be embarrassed.
Minutes later, she rinsed it thoroughly using a small pitcher filled with fresh water from an ornate faucet on the wall beside us. When all traces of shampoo were gone, she squeezed conditioner onto her palm this time—something light and silky that smelled like vanilla and Caleb.
The scent—Caleb’s scent—hit me instantly, making my chest tighten. It wasn't just a coincidence… this was his bathroom so I shouldn’t have been surprised that I was using things that were his, but my breath still caught for half a second before I forced myself to relax again.
She worked the conditioner through my hair with the same slow, methodical strokes as before, detangling each strand carefully as she went. The vanilla fragrance clung to me now—subtle but unmistakable—and something about that made warmth bloom in my stomach as I wondered what Caleb would think about me smelling like him when I saw him.
When the maid finished conditioning and began rinsing it out with more warm water from the pitcher, I kept my eyes closed… focusing on nothing but how good this felt—the luxury of being pampered after such an emotionally turbulent night.
After draining all excess water from the strands, she grabbed another bottle—hair oil infused faintly with sandalwood. Without hesitation…she drizzled a few drops onto her palm then smoothed it into the ends where my hair was the driest before working her way up.
The oil made the strands shimmer slightly under the candlelight, turning them almost luminous. The sandalwood scent mixed with Caleb’s vanilla shampoo and conditioner—creating a soft, masculine yet soothing fragrance that clung to me like a second skin.
I couldn’t help but wonder if this was intentional… if Caleb had instructed her to use these specific things on me so I would smell like him. The thought made my heart pound—both from nervousness and something else, something warm curling in the pit of my stomach.
Did he want me to smell like him? To carry his scent on my skin? It felt… possessive. Claiming and a traitorous part of me liked it—the idea that he wanted everyone to know I belonged to him by just breathing near me and it turned the heat coiling in my belly a full-blown inferno.
The maid finished oiling the ends of my hair with delicate precision before gently squeezing out excess water with a towel. She didn’t braid it or style it beyond leaving it loose and slightly damp—long silver waves cascading down my back like liquid moonlight.
Once she was done, she stepped back quietly and reached for one of the fluffy towels draped over a heated rack nearby and held it out for me. "Would you like help getting dressed?" she asked softly as I stood up and stepped out of the tub.
I nodded because despite how calm I appeared… I was jittery about seeing Caleb again.
She left me to dry myself off and went to a built-in chest of drawers and grabbed fresh undergarments… lace-trimmed and made from soft fabric followed by an elegant camisole top. She carefully laid the garments on the bed beside the ivory lotus-embroidered dress and waited patiently as I finished drying off then I slipped into each piece of clothing she’d provided.
The material was cool against my freshly washed skin, draping beautifully over my curves while the embroidery along the hemline shimmered faintly under the candlelight. Shoes came next, a pair of dainty satin slippers adorned similarly with flower details as the dress with delicate ribbon straps that tied at my ankles with small bells sewed into the ribbons.
I glanced at myself in the full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe door and my reflection took my breath away. The ivory fabric made my pale skin glow while my hair, still slightly damp, fell down my back—the oil making it shine softly under candlelight.
The camisole beneath the dress provided enough coverage for the sheer fabric of the dress to not be inappropriate while allowing the dress to flow gracefully around me with every small movement I made.
For once… I looked and felt beautiful and not like some neglected servant or forgotten annoyance. A lump formed in my throat unexpectedly at that realization because despite everything scary about his sudden claim on me… I wanted to belong here, to belong to him—to dress up for him and be seen as something precious rather than ignored entirely.
"Would you like jewelry?" The maid asked gently from where she stood holding a velvet-lined box containing several delicate pieces—all simple yet elegant enough to match every outfit perfectly without being too much.
My gaze went to the pendent with the glowing light green stone sitting on the nightstand and I shook my head before approaching and pulling it over my head. He wanted me to wear it… why else would he have left it on the pillow beside me with a note if he didn’t?
She nodded, respecting my decision without question and closed the jewelry box quietly and set it aside before turning her attention to a small silver brush on a vanity nearby. When she lifted it and gestured for me to sit on the padded stool, I shook my head and took a step back, remembering how upset he had been when I had allowed someone else to touch my hair.
The maid paused as she caught my hesitation. She didn’t push—just lowered the brush and folded her hands in front of her apron again, understanding passing through her eyes.
I didn't want anyone else touching my hair after Caleb's reaction last night. Not even for something as small as brushing it. I sat on the stool then picked the brush up and began carefully working out the tangles with careful fingers and the soft bristles of the silver brush.
My damp silver strands slipped through my fingertips easily and I marveled at how silky smooth my hair was now, like clouds rather than the frizzy mess it had been before. Once it was untangled enough not pull painfully… I twisted it loosely over one shoulder until Caleb either told me what to do with it or he braided it himself like I assumed he wanted to.
My eyes dropped to the pendant between my breasts where the green gem pulsed faintly with soft light every few seconds like a tiny heartbeat.
Was it a symbol... a claim... a promise?
There was only one way to find out.
When I scooted back from the vanity and stood, the maid gave me a tiny nod and moved to straighten the room… changing the sheets and blankets on the bed, fluffing the pillows then moving the tray with my breakfast to a table near the door before disappearing into the bathroom to tidy up in there.
A clock in the hallway ticked softly—the sound muffled but audible. It wasn’t quite noon yet… which meant Caleb would be expecting me soon by that lotus pond.
My stomach twisted with nerves again. What would he say when he saw me? Would his expression soften or stay cold like it had been before? Had anything changed after last night?
I took a deep breath before walking toward door cautiously… unsure if I should leave now or wait until exactly twelve o'clock.
The maid emerged from the bathroom just as I hesitated by the door, wiping her hands on her apron. She studied my nervous posture—the way my fingers fidgeted with the pendant and how I kept glancing uncertainly at the door—then smiled reassuringly.
"Go ahead," she said softly. "He prefers punctuality... but he won't be upset if you're early."
I nodded gratefully at her then stepped out into hallway. It stretched long and quiet, the polished marble floors gleaming under soft chandelier light. The mansion was eerily silent—no servants rushing about, no distant conversations… just empty spaces.
I walked slowly down the hall toward a grand staircase, my feet making no sound on the wood as I descended step by step.
At the bottom, a man in formal attire using a feather duster to clean the edges of the paintings on the walls glanced up at me but quickly looked away when our eyes met… as if trained not to stare too long or acknowledge my presence.
Turning left at the base of stairs led me through an elegant sitting area with antique furniture before reaching the glass doors that opened onto the garden courtyard where the pond was. Moonlight reflected off the water's surface creating shimmering ripples everywhere; petals floated gently atop the water while koi fish darted around, occasionally disturbing the water’s surface.
And there… sitting on a stone slab near the edge of pond with his feet in the water… was Caleb. Dressed in nothing more than a thin ivory wrap around his waist, a pendant that matched mine exactly resting against his chest while his tousled, waist-length hair blew around his shoulders in the gentle breeze.
At first glance… he looked relaxed… peaceful, but when I took a quiet step forward on the gravel path leading toward him… something shifted. His head lifted slowly—not like someone startled or surprised but more like a predator sensing its prey approaching from downwind.
Purple eyes locked onto me instantly. No smile. No softness in his gaze that I had been hoping for… just silent appraisal as those gorgeous eyes swept over every detail… the sheer material of my dress clinging to my curves, silver hair cascading down my back, the pendant resting between my breasts, the shoes with the bells that tinkled every time I moved.
The moment his gaze met mine, the air between us thickened—charged with something unspoken yet heavy. The pond was eerily quiet suddenly… even the koi had stopped swimming as if sensing tension in the atmosphere.
He didn’t move at first. Just watched me approach with that same intense stare… the one that made my skin prickle like static electricity before a storm. Then, slowly… deliberately… he lifted a hand and beckoned me closer with two fingers.
My breath hitched but I obeyed, walking toward him while those little bells jingled softly with each step I took. The sound almost seemed too loud in the charged silence, but it broke through… a gentle melody that was comforting.
When I reached where he sat on stone bench by water's edge... he didn't say anything. Instead... he reached out and grabbed my fingers, gently pulling me towards him then he quietly removed my shoes and placed them aside carefully before his hands ran up my calves to my knees then up my thighs, dragging the soft material of my dress up until it was bunched around my waist.
Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my undergarments he tugged them down my body, waited patiently for me to step out of them then tugged me until I was standing between his spread thighs, facing the lotus pond.
The sudden exposure to the cool air against my naked pussy made me shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat blooming in my chest as Caleb maneuvered me effortlessly, strong hands guiding me with quiet authority.
He didn’t rush. Didn’t speak. Just pressed a slow kiss to the back of my knee, lips warm against the sensitive flesh, before dragging his mouth upward in featherlight touches along the back of my thigh… agonizingly slow… teasing…
My breath came faster, fingers curling into fists at my sides as anticipation coiled tight like spring inside stomach. Would he kiss higher? Stop there? Do something else entirely?
Then... when lips reached halfway up my thigh... he suddenly turned and nipped lightly at my inner thigh, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to make my pulse jump violently. A tiny gasp escaped me before I could stop it and I felt his smirk against my flesh.
He liked that sound. A lot.
"Sit," he mumbled, hands gripping my hips. The command was low but undeniable.
I swallowed hard and slowly lowered myself, the cool stone of the slab biting slightly against the backs of my thighs. My back pressed against his chest as I settled between his legs, every point of contact electrifying.
The second I was settled; his arms came around me—one strong forearm banding across my stomach to pull me flush against him while the other lifted to brush loose strands of my silver hair aside. His lips found the curve of my neck instantly, warm and firm as they pressed just below my ear. No teasing this time. No slow build-up. Just possession in its purest form.
His mouth traveled down with purpose—nipping lightly at the sensitive spot where shoulder met throat before sucking gently on the skin there, leaving behind a faint mark that would bloom into something darker. The hand resting on my stomach slid upward… calloused fingertips tracing every dip and curve until they wrapped around my throat.
Not squeezing—just holding. A claiming touch that sent fire licking down my spine.
His thumb brushed over the pounding pulse in my neck, feeling how fast it raced for him. The kiss on my throat turned wetter, hungrier—the kind of kiss that made me whimper and arch back into his chest instinctively with a breathless plea for more.
He let out a low chuckle then released his hold and mumbled, "Such a needy girl. But… you will have to wait… I have something else in mind right now."
I whined softly at the loss of his touch, frustration curling in my belly as he pulled away.
The absence was sudden—cold compared to the heat of his body and lips moments ago. Before I could even process it, he shifted behind me, hands sliding down from my shoulders to my hair then he was unwinding the long strands until they spilled over my back.
He didn’t say anything after that… just worked slowly, gathering strands between his fingers before braiding them with surprising skill, every so often picking up ribbon, lace, flowers and bells out of a small pile beside him that I hadn’t noticed until now.
He wove in delicate white silk ribbons and lace at intervals then tiny silver bells that chimed softly with every slight movement of my head. Then there were the tiny lotus flowers—fragile and perfect—tucked carefully into the braid as he worked upward.
Each addition was intentional: the ribbons and lace for elegance, the bells because he liked hearing them whenever I moved… and those blooming flowers? A reflection of our location as if it meant something?
Finally… after what felt like an eternity but also not long enough…he tied the braid off securely with a thin cord and ran his hand down the silky length before wrapping it around his hand and pulling my head back so it was resting against his shoulder.
The sudden tug made me gasp—not in pain, but surprise. My head tilted back automatically, exposing the delicate line of my throat as he held me there with that firm grip.
For a moment, he just looked at me—studying me intently then his lips crashed onto mine.
No warning. No softness. Just pure claiming hunger as he kissed me hard—mouth slanting over mine like a man starved. The kiss was demanding; all teeth and tongue and possessive swipes that stole the breath from my lungs before pulling back enough for me to breath only to dive right back in deeper each time.
His grip on my braid tightened just enough to tilt my face exactly where he wanted it while his other hand slid down to grip the curve of my breast, fingers pressing possessively into soft fabric and the flesh beneath.
I could feel his cock hardening against my lower back, pressing insistently against me through the thin material separating us.
When he finally broke away for air, we were both panting slightly and his pupils were blown wide, purple irises nearly swallowed by black as they raked over my face… swollen lips, throat marked by love bites, hair artfully braided and decorated the way he wanted it.
For once there was no coldness in his gaze, just raw intensity burning behind those eyes as they dropped lower… down past the pendant resting between my breasts to where my dress had ridden dangerously high on my thighs, exposing my bare pussy to anyone who might walk by.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as his gaze lingered on the exposed skin of my thighs then without warning, he shifted me… his strong hands easily gripping my waist to turn me around so I was facing him. The sudden movement made the bells in my braid jingle softly, a sound that seemed to amuse him for some reason then he kissed me again.
His hands slid from my waist to grip my thighs possessively while his tongue invaded my mouth with no patience or gentleness. One hand traveled lower… over my hips… then under fabric until his calloused fingertips brushed against the soaked folds of my pussy.
A shiver ran through me at his touch… light and teasing but purposeful as his fingertip traced a slow, deliberate circle around my clit.
A smirk curled at the corner of his lips as he felt how wet I was… how responsive my body reacted to even the smallest touch from him. He broke the kiss only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jawline and along my throat—nipping here and there with sharp little bites that weren’t painful but sent jolts of pleasure through me.
Every time his teeth grazed my skin I gasped or whimpered… sounds that fueled him.
His fingers grew less teasing and more demanding as they slipped between my folds again, dipping lower to gather the wetness there before pressing two fingertips firmly against my clit.
A sharp gasp tore from me as he rubbed slow circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, applying just enough pressure to make heat coil tight in my stomach but not enough for relief.
He watched my face intently—the way I bit down on lower lip trying not moan too loud since we were outside where anyone could hear us… how my eyes fluttered shut when the sensations became overwhelming… how my body arched toward him chasing more friction.
He liked seeing me like this… pliant and desperate under his hands.
Completely at his mercy.
Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me with one smooth thrust while his palm pressed hard against my clit simultaneously. A choked cry escaped me before I could stop it, echoing across the pond’s surface, making several koi dart away.
The stretch burned pleasantly, his fingertips curving perfectly to hit that sweet spot deep inside me. My hands flew up to grip his shoulders, nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders as my hips jerked against his fingers.
He didn’t slow down or ease up. Instead, he started moving faster, fingers pumping in and out with rough precision. Each thrust was deeper than the last, curling just right to make stars burst behind my eyelids.
His mouth crashed back onto mine swallowing every moan I couldn’t contain but they still spilled out between our joined lips… breathless little sounds of "ahh" and "oh god" as pleasure built faster and faster until I felt like I was going to explode.
I didn't even recognize the sounds escaping me… high-pitched whines turning into choked cries as I came hard. My body clenched tight around his fingers, my vision blurred momentarily as he kept moving those fingers inside me, dragging out every second of pleasure until I was squirming weakly from oversensitivity.
He finally slowed, fingers gently stroking along my swollen flesh before withdrawing.
A soft gasp left my lips when they slipped out, my pussy sensitive now after such an earth-shattering orgasm. Before I could even think or breath or say a word, he quickly notched the head of his cock against my opening and pushed inside.
The stretch was sudden—sharp and intense as his thick length filled me.
My breath caught, nails digging deeper into his shoulders as I tried to adjust but he didn’t stop or give me time. Instead, he bottomed out with a low groan that vibrated through my chest where we touched then he held there for a second… buried deep… forehead pressed against mine while our ragged breathing mingled between us.
Then his hands slid down to my hips, and he lifted me almost completely off his cock before dropping me back down so the full length was once again inside me.
After that he set a rough pace… no warm-up, no gentle build up. Just pure claiming. Every snap of his hips sent waves rippling across the water's surface making the petals shake on the lotus flowers and water slosh all over our legs.
He didn’t speak, didn't murmur sweet nothings or praise me like you would think. No, his face was a mask of pure focus—jaw clenched tight, sweat already beading on his brow as he fucked into me with single-minded intensity.
Every thrust rocked my body forward slightly before he hauled me back by the hips to meet him again and again—the slap of skin on skin echoing off the garden walls.
My breasts bounced with each movement, the fabric of the camisole rubbing against the hardened nubs of my nipples with each thrust, even that managing to drive my already oversensitive body into overdrive.
I clung to him desperately, one hand fisted in his dark hair while the other braced against his broad chest for balance.
He growled suddenly then bit down hard on my shoulder, not enough to break skin but hard enough to leave behind a mark, and something about that animalistic gesture sent another jolt straight through my pussy, making the heat coil tighter and tighter until my body shattered and I came all over his cock.
The second my orgasm hit, his control snapped.
A guttural sound tore from his throat as he felt me clench… tight, pulsing waves that dragged a ragged groan from deep in his chest. His hips stuttered for half a second before he was moving faster, harder with brutal urgency—chasing his own release with single-minded focus.
Each thrust became sharper, deeper, more desperate—the wet slap of skin echoing off the pond’s surface. The bells in my braid jingled wildly with every snap of his hips; tiny silver chimes announcing just how thoroughly he was claiming me beneath the open sky where anyone could walk by and see us if they chose to.
But neither of us cared. Not when pleasure burned this hot through our veins.
His breath came in harsh pants against my neck as I clung to him—the only anchor keeping me grounded as my body chased another orgasm because even though I’d just come…the friction never stopped…never slowed… his thick length dragging along my inner walls, hitting every spot meant to push me over the edge again.
And then suddenly… I felt it.
He tensed before another low growl rumbled out of him and he came hard. His hips jerked erratically, burying himself as deep inside me as possible while hot pulses filled me in thick waves.
A broken groan escaped his lips—raw and unfiltered—then his body stilled. For a long moment, he just held me… arms wrapped tight around my back, forehead resting against mine, breathing ragged between us.
The world around us seemed to pause—the pond, the garden, even the wind held its breath.
He stayed buried inside me, his heartbeat thudding hard against my chest then he exhaled slowly through his nose… a quiet sigh that carried contentment? Relief? Maybe both.
For once, there was no coldness in him. No distance.
He just held me, fingers tracing idle patterns along my spine, soft and absentminded rather than possessive or demanding then he lifted his head and studied me… my swollen lips, flushed cheeks, damp bangs sticking to my forehead.
A small smirk tugged at corner of his mouth but it wasn't mocking… it almost looked fond?
Without warning...he leaned forward again and pressed gentle kiss right to the center of my forehead, lingering there few seconds longer than necessary before pulling back and saying something that made my heart stutter in my chest.
"Time for that talk."
The words—spoken so casually, yet with such weight—sent a jolt through me.
My heart, which had just begun to slow from the intimacy of his kiss on my forehead, kicked back up into a frantic rhythm.
I nodded silently, not trusting my voice.
The afterglow of what we’d just shared—the raw passion and unexpected tenderness—still hummed under my skin. But now came the part I’d been dreading since he first pulled me into his bedroom last night.
For several seconds, he was quiet… staring at something over my shoulder then he exhaled slowly through his nose and turned those piercing purple eyes toward mine and I silently waited to see what was going to happen next.
Part 4
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