Before there was Heaven filled with choirs and rules and shining weapons, there was Adam.
The first man.
Lilith had been fire. She refused to kneel, refused to soften, refused to stay. She walked away from him with her head high and her back straight, choosing freedom over the life carved out for them. Adam told himself he did not care. He learned how to sneer early. It helped dull the sting.
Then came Eve.
Gentler. Kinder. Made from him, or so the story went. She stayed longer. Long enough for him to believe he had been chosen. Long enough for him to forget what it felt like to be left.
And then she left too.
She chose curiosity. She chose knowledge. She chose anything that was not him.
Something in Adam broke that day. Not loudly. Not cleanly. It cracked slow and ugly and turned inward. Love became a weakness. Attachment became a liability. He learned how to laugh at it before it could laugh at him.
By the time Heaven armed him and gave him purpose, Adam had perfected the art of not caring. He wore arrogance like armor. Sarcasm like a shield. If he never admitted he wanted something, it could never be taken from him again.
Then Blake arrived.
She was not quiet like Eve. She was not fire like Lilith. She was something else entirely.
Blonde hair pulled back beneath a polished helmet. Large brown wings that spread wide and steady behind her. Power that rolled off her like a storm, unmistakable and terrifying. Strong enough to stand beside archangels without flinching. Strong enough to be trusted where others were not.
She laughed at his jokes.
Called him out on his bullshit.
Stood her ground when he barked orders and met his fury with calm, unwavering resolve.
She believed in him.
That was the most dangerous part.
Somewhere between battles and bloodshed, between orders shouted and victories claimed, Adam found himself watching her. Protecting her without meaning to. Snapping at anyone who came too close. Pretending it was duty.
Pretending it was nothing.
Blake loved him openly. Recklessly. Like she had never been taught fear.
Adam loved her quietly. Terrified. Like a man who had already lost everything twice and knew the universe was cruel enough to do it again.
He told himself there would be time.
He told himself it was safer this way.
But time had a way of running out.
And the question lingered in the spaces between heartbeats and unspoken words.
Would the first man be given another chance at love?
And if he was, would he be brave enough to admit it before it was too late?
"...You take hot as hell showers!" | The Vees (React With Them)
Summary: While you decide to take a quick shower, the Vees join you as well and see how fucking hot it is!
[VALENTINO]
Steam curled lazily toward the ceiling, clinging to the tiles. Your muscles finally began to loosen as you settled into the tub, heat seeping into your skin when Valentino appeared at the door.
You huffed, admittedly a bit annoyed.
He didn’t knock again.
He never did.
"Ohh, Mamacita!" the man said, looking you up and down, grinning, clearly not at all bothered by your annoyance, "you look so damn hot flushed like that. Didn't know steam could look this good. Or is it because it's you? Should I get my camera?"
"Don't you even dare!" you warned him, and sank even deeper into the water.
"Okay, okay," He laughed. "Then let me join you at the very least. Then maybe we can do something fun later, hm?"
"Now that sounds like a plan," you said, amused despite yourself, and watched as Valentino got undressed. The man clearly liked having your gaze on him and gave you a little show before approaching your side.
He sat at the tub, wings twitching slightly, and touched the water before hissing in pain, "What the fuck?!" he screamed and pulled away his hand. "What the fuck is this? Are you trying to cook yourself or something?"
You laughed, serves him right. "I think the water is just fine! Don't be a baby and get in!"
"This is fine?!" he said, aghast, and stared at the tub as if it had personally offended him somehow. "Your flesh is about to fall off your damn bones with how hot it is! You're really a crazy bitch, aren't you? Fuck."
You tilted your head, amused as hell, resting your chin against the edge of the tub. "So you really are not going to join me?"
He scoffed and turned away, his good mood clearly ruined and ready to leave for bed. "Hell no. Have fun getting boiled in there."
[VOX]
“Vox?” you said, leaning against the doorframe, smiling, “wanna take a shower together?”
He glanced up from his tablet, one eyebrow flickering into static for half a second.
“Sure,” he had said after a beat. “I’ve gotta clean up a little before my meeting at 10:30 anyway.”
You got into the bathroom first, got naked, and went under the shower just the way you liked it. The water was piping hot; comfortably, blissfully scalding. Steam bloomed almost instantly, crawling up the walls and fogging the mirror until you couldn't even see your own reflection. You hummed as you washed your hair, shoulders loosening as the heat burned into your skin.
The door slid open a moment later.
“What the fuck?” Vox said. He tilted his head slightly, his screen flickering as some lines scrolled across it. “And why does my thermal readout say....” He squinted his eyes. “51.8 degrees Celsius?! That water is half on its way to the boiling point!”
“No, no, it's fine as it is!” you assured him, peeking through the curtain. “It feels great! Come on, get in!”
“You are red as hell,” Vox said flatly. “It’s like a sauna in here! There is no way in hell I’m getting in there!”
“Aww, I wanted to wash each other’s back!” you pouted, laying it on thick.
Instead of being swayed, Vox pinched the bridge of where his nose would be.
“I should install heat limiters here,” he muttered. “This is inhuman, even for you. Get some cold water in there before you pass out or something!”
“Don’t be a coward,” you shot back. “It’s just a bit of water. You won’t die. And didn't you say you had internal cooling fans, anyway?"
“For fuck's sake..!” Vox cursed under his breath, then he reached in, grabbed the valve, and hissed as if he’d just touched a branding iron, then turned it sharply.
Cold water flooded in insantly.
“No!” you yelped. “You’re ruining it, Vox!”
“I thought you wanted me to get in, too?” the other huffed and stepped under the spray once the temperature dropped to something his systems deemed non-lethal. “Make some room for me. And for your information, it'll be on you if I short-circuit!"
[VELVETTE]
You were supposed to get ready for the next show, but nerves had you jittery, so you decided to take a quick shower to relax before you actually threw up on the stage.
Thankfully, as soon as you stepped under the warm water, your muscles unclenched, and you felt yourself melt into the soothing heat.
That’s when Velvette barged in.
"Where the fuck have you been-" she started, but her words died in her throat as she noticed the steam curling through the bathroom and the water temperature you’d set to absolute hellfire.
"Are you fucking serious right now?" she demanded, glaring at you as if your shower were a personal affront. "You’re seriously standing under boiling hot water right before my show? What the fuck?! You know you’re going to wear my centerpiece!"
"Calm down, Velvette," you rolled your eyes. She could be so dramatic sometimes. "I’m coming out in five minutes anyway."
"I’ve told you a hundred times to stop doing this!" she shot back, waving her arms like she wanted to smack you. Well, that would have to wait after the show if she didn't want her model to be covered in bruises. "Do you know what this does to your pores? Are you trying to ruin your skin? This is a crime against aesthetics!"
"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, ignoring her as you lathered shampoo into your hair.
Velvette wasn’t letting up, however. Well, it was good for her to get it all out of her system, you suppose. "God, your hair already looks so frizzy and damaged! And you’re as red as a damn beetroot, too! Turn it down, now! How the fuck am I supposed to perfect your look when you’re boiling your body like this every chance you get?!"
"Okay, okay!" you huffed, finally stepping back from the scalding stream. "I’m coming out now!"
"Finally!" the other exclaimed. "I knew you liked it when it hurts, but this is a whole new level!"
Content: threesome, pegging, oral sex, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, cum swallowing (Percy does it), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, finger-fucking, multiple orgasms
A/N: just dropping this here while i'm still on hiatus 🙈 i'm not done with S2 yet, so this is more in-character for S1 Vax and Percy. also this is crossposted to AO3 if that tickles your fancy. enjoy 😌
You’re not sure how it came to this. In your foggy recollection, you believe it was a stupid little bet that started it all. But you’re not going to complain about the silver practically stolen from you due to your quick loss. Not when defeat means the slick slide of your strap-on inside Vax, and the heavy weight of Percy’s leer as he sits not too far away.
The inn Vox Machina chose for the night is not much better than the usual run-down, shithole joints the party has previously stayed at. With paper-thin walls and the reek of booze permeating nearly every hallway and room, it’s not the sexiest spot for a tryst like the one you’re having now. But even Percy doesn’t seem to mind the uncomfortable setting tonight. And Vax certainly has no complaints.
The half-elf’s tangled brown locks frame his head like a halo on the bed—the perfect complement to the way he holds your gaze, as if he’s unworthy of being touched by a deity like you. His face scrunches in pleasure, trying his hardest not to come undone already. Another steady thrust, and those breathy gasps of his that you adore so much start to grow in volume.
A smug chuckle snaps your attention to the stool on your left. The dim light of the room only illuminates the bed and one other wall. You only catch the glint of Percy’s glasses for a split second before his entire form disappears back into the shadows.
“Any louder, and the whole damn inn will know what we’re up to,” he says. Even with his face hidden from you, it’s clear Percy’s teasing words are only directed at you. He doesn’t bother to address Vax right now because he isn’t the one calling the shots tonight. “I suggest you keep him quiet, dear.”
Faintly, Vax grumbles a curse beneath his breath, as if the gunslinger’s presence annoys him. But his frustration is only a charade. You all know how Vax occasionally enjoys the special brand of humiliation only Percy can dole out in his signature methodical fashion.
Percy didn’t mention how you should go about keeping Vax silent, but your mind already conjures various ways to do it. With a sly grin, you press one hand to Vax’s cheek, your thumb briefly brushing across his bottom lip.
“Open your mouth,” you whisper. He wastes no time in complying, his pupils somehow growing even larger as two of your fingers slide inside his mouth. “Now suck,” you demand.
Satisfaction takes root deep in your belly while Vax groans around your wet digits. With his immodest noises muffled now, your ears become more attuned to the sharp slap of skin on skin and the obscene slippery sound of Vax’s tight hole taking you deeper.
Percy’s clothes rustle nearby as he readjusts on the stool. You almost miss the soft grunt accompanied by a gruff “fuck” muttered from your left, but your senses feel hyper-aware now. Tingles run along your body with each measured thrust you make and the way Vax’s lean muscles begin to tense beneath you.
You’re getting tired—still slightly unaccustomed to the strength and stamina it takes to thrust a fake cock for this long. You slip your fingers from Vax’s mouth to make a determined path down his straining body. Sweeping past the hard planes of his chest, and then his stomach and hips, your fingers land along the base of his cock. Despite Percy’s previous instruction, he seems to revel in the choked cry that escapes Vax’s lips as you wrap your hand around his length.
“De Rolo,” Vax says through clenched teeth, “quit your giggling in the dark and come here.”
His words make both of you laugh, but you’re in silent agreement with Vax. If Percy doesn’t get his ass over to the bed and touch one of you soon, you’ll spend the rest of the night giving him the cold shoulder.
“As you wish, little bird,” Percy replies with a smirk while emerging from the darkness.
His slender frame towers over you from beside the bed, and he presses one hand to your hip, giving you the extra leverage you need to continue thrusting. Your stomach tightens when he wraps the other hand around Vax’s cock, mirroring the way you’re stroking it while his fingers slightly overlap yours in an intimate caress.
Vax rolls his eyes, although it’s hard to tell if it’s in annoyance or maybe from the pleasure coursing through him. “You know I hate when you call me that,” he argues with a less-than-convincing whine.
“Is that right?” Percy’s thumb lightly squeezes the head of Vax’s cock. Your breath hitches at the sight of his finger slowly swiping the precum beading from the tip. “It doesn't look like you hate it that much.”
Vax seems unable to respond, his fingers fisting the bedsheets and sweat starting to glisten across his chest. He writhes beneath you but still tries to meet your thrusts while bucking his hips up into the pair of hands on his length. Seeing him so vulnerable and desperate makes liquid heat pool between your thighs, and you briefly wonder if you could come from the sight of him alone.
Percy steals your attention, releasing your hip to grip the back of your neck and pull you into a bruising kiss. Your breath escapes your lungs in a whoosh, but you’re grateful for the rougher way he handles you. It’s a stark contrast to the way Vax usually worships you. But you know that Percy will only be as rough as you want him to be—and his calculating nature means he always knows exactly where you’ve drawn the line.
He smiles against your lips when you pull away a little and gasp, trying to chase the breath he stole from your lungs. Between your thrusting and Percy’s wild affection, you’re sure you’ll suffocate before the night is over.
Percy hums in mocking contemplation as he looks back down at Vax. “He’s right on the edge,” he says, far too satisfied with each pathetically loud whine Vax makes as he tries to hold back his orgasm. “Let’s make him come, together.”
You nod, biting down on your lip as you thrust as deep as you can. It takes a decent amount of concentration to find the right combined rhythm of thrusting and stroking Vax’s cock at the same time. But you follow Percy’s lead, allowing him to guide your hand up and down Vax's shaft while you focus on thrusting a bit harder.
In your distracted state, you jolt when you feel Percy’s other hand slide up your body. You’re frankly jealous of how collected he seems right now, whereas you and Vax look like wild animals. But you also feel a fresh wave of arousal at how effortlessly he can affect both of you. Percy’s hand moves to gently massage your breasts. He takes his time to tease each nipple while Vax writhes with the force of his oncoming orgasm.
Without so much as a warning, Vax shudders and moans before spilling onto both pairs of knuckles and his own taut stomach. You mutter a curse under your breath at the sight of his pulsing cock, and you feel hypnotized as you spread a bit of his cum around his cock.
“Shit, Vax,” you say in slight disbelief, your voice breathy from how turned on you are. “You made quite the mess this time.”
A cute blush graces his cheeks in response, enticing a kiss from you before you carefully slide out of him. Rolling over on the bed, you undo the buckles of your strap-on and lazily throw it to the other end of the mattress. You expect the three of you to take a quick breather now, but a soft whimper draws your attention back to the pair of men. Percy hasn’t stopped touching Vax’s aching cock. He continues to stroke him at an even pace, causing Vax to tremble from the sensitivity.
“A-ah, please,” Vax cries out, his fingers gripping Percy’s wrist.
But you know that he secretly loves the overstimulation. That’s why he’s not using his strength to yank Percy’s hand away or scramble out of his reach. Instead, his comically pouty look gets directed at you, and Vax tries again to beg for something he hasn’t decided yet—either for mercy or for more.
“Use your words,” Percy snaps. His low growl sends shivers down your spine, even though the command is not for you. “What do you want, Vax’ildan?”
Vax gulps, closing his eyes and taking a second to collect himself before returning his needy gaze to you. There’s no mistaking who he’s speaking to when he whimpers, “I need more. Please let me taste you, darling.”
Anticipation lights a fire in your chest, and you’re itching to give Vax exactly what he wants. But you glance at Percy first, waiting to see if he’ll agree.
Percy grins at you, and you can see a devilish plan beginning to take shape in his mind. “You heard the man,” he says before giving you a nod of permission.
Eagerly, you crawl to the top of the bed and press a gentle kiss to Vax’s awaiting lips. He groans into your mouth, obviously desperate for the moment when your thighs settle along either side of his head. But as you begin to brace your hands against the headboard, Percy’s tut of disapproval cuts in.
“No, no,” he chides from behind you. “Turn around and face me instead.”
You turn above Vax’s increasingly impatient mouth, being careful not to accidentally kneel on his long hair, and wait to lock eyes with Percy before taking a proper seat. Vax’s slender fingers grip your hips near-painfully, but you feel satisfied knowing he’s looking forward to this as much as you are. Finally, Percy nods in approval, and it takes an insane amount of willpower to descend gently.
It’s ungodly how good Vax is at this. A shudder already racks through you as his tongue glides expertly along your clit. It’s when he gasps against your pussy that you realize why Percy wanted you in this position. Your eyes fly open—you barely even noticed how tight you had shut them seconds ago—and your stomach flips at the sight of Percy’s tongue tracing a leisurely path down Vax’s cock before fully taking him into his mouth.
Percy keeps eye contact with you while reducing Vax to a moaning mess against your cunt. He takes his time teasing and working Vax back up to a second orgasm. Vax, on the other hand, wastes no time devouring you. Even though he seems far too eager to make you unravel, his tongue still moves in measured strokes across your pussy. He knows exactly what pace and amount of pressure you prefer against your throbbing clit. And he relishes in the way your body reacts so easily for him.
“Oh fuck,” you whine, rocking your hips against his mouth with wild abandon. “Just like that…don’t stop, Vax.”
Your pleasure only seems to fuel the desperate whimpers and groans muffled against your cunt. If you hadn’t been in this same position with Vax before, you would have thought he’s only acting this way because of Percy’s skilled tongue. But you know how much Vax savors the taste and feel of you. More than that, he especially loves when you take control and grind down on his face however you like. He enjoys being used by you.
Percy slides his mouth off Vax’s length, using his hand to replace the sensation while he addresses you. “He’s going to come soon,” he says with a cocky grin, “and you’re close too. You better beat him to it.” His tongue and lips return to the tip of Vax’s flushed cock, resuming the unrelenting pace he set before.
Vax is immediately on the same page as Percy. He sets a laser-focus to your clit, sucking it into his mouth while holding your body down firm against him. He's determined to make you come first, and that thought alone causes you to writhe as the pleasure crests within you. Through heavy-lidded eyes, you watch Percy groan around Vax's cock, and it causes a chain reaction of moans and vibrations against each other's skin.
Your nails dig into Vax's chest, and your body shakes as your orgasm finally overtakes you like a tidal wave. It takes barely a second before Vax joins you, overwhelmed with the feeling of your thighs clenching around his head coupled with Percy practically deep-throating him. Vax grips you even tighter, and you almost feel bad that he's unable to see the delicious act of Percy swallowing every drop of cum that Vax gives him. He even makes a show of swiping any stray pearl beads and sucking it off his fingers.
You moan softly, going slightly limp against Vax before gathering your remaining strength to gently roll off him. Lying beside his quivering body, you run your fingers along his chest and snort in amusement when Percy does a few more teasing strokes of Vax's oversensitive cock.
“Oh, gods,” Vax whines. “Take it easy, Percival. I can’t take much more of your cruelty.”
“Alright,” Percy concedes, his voice sounding a little amused. “I'll have mercy on you.” He releases Vax and turns his attention to you, slowly crawling up the bed while pressing kisses all over your skin. He hums in delight before saying, “You both did so well.”
Percy continues caressing your thighs, moving higher to kiss your hips and then the soft swell of your belly. He remains below your chest, leaving ample room for Vax to kiss your neck while skimming feather-light touches across your breasts. They take turns whispering filthy praises to you, saying how beautiful you looked as you rode Vax's face.
They know exactly what they're doing with their honeyed words and reverent touches. Fortunately for them, it's working like a charm. Your body grows hotter under their affection, and soon you ache for so much more.
“Percy, please,” you murmur while lightly tugging on his hair. “Just fuck me already.” The two men chuckle, clearly enjoying how desperate you've become now.
“I guess we've kept her waiting long enough,” Vax tells Percy with a smile.
Percy tilts his head with a grin but stops his teasing kisses that skirt around where you need him most. Finally, he readjusts to kneel back on his heels before palming himself through his pants. You take the opportunity to drag your eyes down his body, appreciating the way he leisurely works to unzip his pants and then pull his throbbing cock out from beneath his boxers.
With how torturously slow he exposed himself, it surprises you how quickly he tugs you closer, gesturing for you to kneel in front of him. He guides your body, pressing your back to his chest so you’re still facing Vax at the head of the bed. The rough texture of his clothes against your naked skin feels a little odd, but you shiver at the thought of Percy still fully dressed and desperate to be inside you.
Your legs are slightly wobbly, still feeling a bit sore in the knees from fucking Vax, but Percy keeps your thighs pushed apart in the perfect position for him to slowly slide into you. The stretch feels amazing, and the two of you sigh in unison once he bottoms out.
You can’t tell if it’s your arousal or your tired body that’s causing you to shake a bit, but Vax immediately notices the way you tremble. He’s still recovering from his previous orgasms, but that doesn’t stop him from sitting up and leaning closer to you, an adorably dazed but concerned look on his face.
“I’ve got you, darling,” Vax whispers. “Just hold onto me.” He pulls your hands to rest on his shoulders, allowing you to use him as leverage while Percy begins to fuck you at an easy pace.
While you get lost in the feeling of Percy’s cock, Vax’s lips trace the curve of your breast before moving to your collarbone and neck. He keeps lavishing your body with kisses, treating you like glass while Percy’s hands grip your hips roughly. When you start rocking your hips back in between thrusts, Percy takes the cue to speed up a bit, pushing himself even deeper as you gasp.
Vax’s fingers tickle your sides, briefly skirting past Percy’s knuckles with a knowing grin before sliding down to your swollen clit. He takes his time to tease you, playing with your clit at a languid pace while Percy sets a steady rhythm that makes your moans grow louder. You’re not sure how much longer you’ll last with these two men determined to make you come as fast and hard as humanly possible. They both know exactly what buttons to press to get the reactions they want from you.
Vax’s teeth latch onto a sensitive spot on your neck, and that somehow pushes you over the edge. You crumple in his arms, crying out from how fierce your second orgasm is. Neither of the men are surprised you came so fast. It was inevitable with the way Vax circled your clit with the same precision as before. What’s really surprising is the way Percy moans your name, his voice strained while he grasps your hips harder.
Vax takes the opportunity to get some payback for Percy’s teasing. “Going to come so soon, Percival?” he taunts.
“Oh, fuck off,” Percy replies through gritted teeth. “You would too if you could feel her right now…”
You can feel your muscles still pulsing around him, and you can’t help but focus your concentration on clamping down just a bit more. You like to watch him suffer just a little bit—and so does Vax, of course.
Percy curses in response before frantically asking, “Where do you want me to–”
“Inside,” you respond quickly. You wrap one of your hands behind you to hold onto his hip, urging him to stay where he is.
Percy doesn’t hold back any longer. He moans your name while spilling inside you. You gasp into Vax’s mouth as he pulls you into a kiss, allowing you and Percy some time to come down from the intensity of your orgasms. All three of you seem to sigh in post-coital bliss, and Vax helps you off of Percy’s cock before his cum starts dripping too far down your thighs.
They both help you lie down on the bed before Vax collapses beside you. But Percy looks like he’s not nearly done playing his little games. To be fair, you also still feel a little revved up, even after two orgasms. Regardless, that little glint in Percy’s eyes as he crawls back up the bed makes you shiver.
“Why do you look like you’re about to kidnap me, de Rolo?” you joke.
He cracks a smile but doesn’t stop advancing toward you until his face hovers over yours. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and says, “Just give us one more, dear.” It’s less of a command and more of a question. But he knows you’re not going to turn down another orgasm. Although you feel a bit fatigued, you’re greedy for one last round, so you nod your head.
Vax groans dramatically beside you. “Gods, really? The two of you are insatiable,” he teases, earning a sharp nudge of your elbow in his side.
“Don’t act like you aren’t either,” you argue.
“Touché.”
Your responding laugh gets cut off with a gasp while Percy coats his fingers in his remaining cum spilling past your puffy lips. He dips a soaked finger inside your cunt, testing your reactions before giving you a second one when you’re ready. He watches your face closely, mouth twitching in a smirk as his fingers curl at just the right spot.
Your back arches off the bed, and Vax slides a bit closer to gently kiss your body wherever he can reach. Without exchanging any more words with the other man, Vax already knows what to do to enhance the desire spreading throughout your body. He leans his head down to your breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. In tandem, one of his hands glides down your body. His fingers tease your clit, occasionally spreading out a bit to allow Percy to flick the needy bud with his tongue.
The two of them work wordlessly with one common goal. They barely need to communicate to reduce your limbs to jelly, and you secretly love how experienced they are with your body language to be able to pull this off so expertly. The only sounds between the two of them are Percy’s whispered praises and Vax’s soft moans muffled by the sloppy kisses he presses all over your tits. When Vax’s eyes meet yours again, you realize your nails are digging into his bicep. But he doesn’t let up, and neither does Percy.
Your mouth falls open in a silent cry before you stutter, “I– I’m so close, please…”
Vax is the one to grant you permission this time. His lips curve into a smile against your skin. “Hm, then come for us, darling.”
The two of them continue their song and dance, watching every twitch and jolt of your body with bated breath. Vax’s eyelids flutter with desire, staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world. And when you turn your head to Percy, you swear you see a hint of a sadistic grin before he bites down on your inner thigh, determined to leave marks as a reminder of tonight.
There’s no stopping your pleasure as it barrels into you with full force. Your chest heaves while you desperately try to catch your breath—although Percy is doing his damndest to prolong your orgasm just like he did with Vax. His fingers continue curling slowly a few more times, determined to wring every last drop of desire from your exhausted body.
Vax murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine with how the two of them take such care with bringing you down from your high. After Percy finally relents and pulls his fingers from your pussy, he flops down on the other side of your body, opposite from Vax.
Vax’s aftercare is always the best, but with Percy added in the mix, it’s like being pampered royalty. They take turns pressing tender kisses to your heated skin and brushing back the sweat-slicked strands of hair from your face. Percy dutifully pulls out a handkerchief to carefully wipe away the mess along yours and Vax’s lower halves, promising to draw a bath when you’re all ready for it. And Vax lets you play with his hair while he whispers how good you made him feel earlier. Percy takes a moment to check in with Vax too, making sure he didn’t do anything that made either of you uncomfortable.
After a beat of silence, Percy hums in quiet contemplation. “To think Scanlan was technically the reason for tonight…”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you interrupt with a groan. “That little shit fleeced me!” You turn your look of playful annoyance to Vax. “We would have won that damn bet if you didn’t beg me to fuck you.”
“It’s not my fault,” Vax says defensively. Although there’s a smug look on his face that says he isn't sorry at all. “Three days without your touch is a long fucking time.”
“Vax,” you say through gritted teeth, “you barely lasted a few hours, let alone one day.”
He chuckles with a shrug. “At least I lasted longer than the nobleman just did.”
His jab at Percy earns him a light backhanded slap on the chest from the nobleman himself, and you can’t help but giggle at the way they try to play-fight around your body. Regardless of how much these two banter, you know they equally enjoy each other’s presence. And no matter how much hard-earned coin was lost in that annoying bet, you’ll remember to thank Scanlan for his antics this time.
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Y/N: I thought you said on the television that it was supposed to be dry today
Vincent: Aw, you tune in for my weather announcements every day?
Y/N: Well, clearly there’s not a point to. It’s pouring down with rain and we’re stuck here with a picnic basket and you’ve given me your jacket for an umbrella
Imagine being a guest at the hotel when Vox and Velvette visit. You’ve slept in, so you know nothing about them visiting, and just come downstairs in your shark onesie for some bacon and waffles.
Vox and Velvette are about to leave when Vox sees you out of the corner of his eye and whips around. You’re yawning and shoving at least three waffles in your face at the same time, oblivious to the Overlords by the door.
In Vox’s eyes, everything slows down and his systems pick up. How did he not know you were here? Did you like sharks? Next time he visited, he’d bring Shock.wav and - next time?
“Vox?” Velvette waves her hand in front of his screen, which is glitching out faster than she’s ever seen before. “Vox, what the fuck, are you broken?” He doesn’t even think before moving her hand and staring at you again.
“That’s the one, Vel.” She looks at you, then at Vox, and then at you again.
“The one what?” Vox ignores her and sighs.
“She’s beautiful.” He forces himself to look away and turns to Charlie. “You know, Princess, maybe you’ve got a good thing going on with this hotel. We’ll make sure to spread the word.” Both Charlie and Velvette make identical faces of sheer confusion.
Vox makes to leave, but sneaks one last look at you. Utterly in a world of your own, you’re sprawled across the sofa watching a shark documentary. One of the ones he’d produced and narrated in.
His systems fry as he gets into the limo, and Velvette shrieks as the power goes out.
“We’re coming back here,” he says. “Absolutely. In fact, let’s come back in an hour. With Shock.wav and Vark. And a wedding planner.”
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