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Summary: 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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