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Highlight of the night

MOONRISE AU!🌌

young Terzo x human Omega

🌒 NSFW!

They were officially having a chill barbecue day. No one honestly expected, least of all Copia, that by nightfall, that house would turn into a stage for an all-out orgy between the brothers and their partners.

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"Speaking of assholes…", Alpha drew the group’s attention to himself with the satisfying pop of a beer bottle cap coming off. One of Alpha’s great skills was opening beers in unusual ways, and this time he’d done it with his forearm.

"Why is this always where our conversations start?", Omega sighed, rubbing his temples.

"If you had to shove something up there", the green-eyed man, hidden behind sunglasses that day, continued. "What’s the physical limit of the human body? Like, Ifrit, how much money would it take for you to try… I don’t know, sitting on a pineapple?"

"With or without the crown?", Ifrit frowned, scratching his chin.

"Has to be with the crown", Primo said, sprawled out on the lounge chair across from the pool. None of the Spada brothers, except Primo, who by that point already knew every hallway, had expected Ifrit’s place to be that spacious. A failure in judgment and communication, since the eldest brother never talked about his fling’s private life, who was sitting right at the foot of the chair, one hand resting on the blonde’s slender leg.

"I think a wine bottle is the ethical and physical limit", Copia declared, just as invested as everyone else in their very high-level discussion, the meat forgotten on the grill. A cow that died in vain.

"Copia, Copia—" Terzo spoke up, lying between his boyfriend’s legs, his back resting against Omega’s broad chest. He shook his head, crossing his arms over his abdomen exposed by his completely unbuttoned white shirt. "So innocent. Physics is far more generous with degenerates than you think."

"Here we go", Secondo muttered, fighting a grin.

"Did you know the human anus can stretch up to twenty centimeters without causing permanent damage?", the dark-haired Spada shot out.

"Twenty centimeters?", Aether repeated, looking up at the sky as if searching for confirmation for the questions forming in his already limited mind, limitations made worse by the thick joint between his fingers.

"Yes", Terzo continued, unfazed.

"A raccoon can fit through spaces as small as ten centimeters. Technically, you could fit two raccoons up your ass and still go to work on Monday."

" Are you serious or are you making shit up like always?", Secondo raised an eyebrow, his mismatched eyes narrowing in suspicion. The only idiot who ever fell for Terzo’s nonsense was poor Copia.

"I see you’re eager to go home and test it out, huh, Secondo?", the blonde Spada teased, earning a round of laughter, except from the target.

"Says the one whose ass is more stretched out than a plastic bag."

"Still not as stretched as your mom’s pussy after pushing out that big head of yours."

" I don’t argue with stupid people", Secondo replied, flatly.

" Good, because otherwise you’d spend the whole day talking to yourself", Terzo shot back, not even looking at his brother, more interested in stealing a sip of Omega’s beer, this family’s quota of crazy is already at its limit. Starting with that cousin of ours who’s hyperfocused on bats.

" I’m still stuck on the raccoon part", Aether muttered, staring at his joint like it was responsible for the information. " Like… two? At the same time?"

" Wrong focus, brother", Alpha laughed, stretching his legs. "The real question is: who was the first idiot to test that?"

"Scientists, I think", Terzo shrugged.

" Scientists my ass", Primo scoffed. "That was someone bored on a Thursday."

"Thursday is the official day for bad decisions", Copia agreed, way too serious for someone participating in that conversation. "Tuesday and Thursday, I’d say."

"You’ve made worse decisions on a Monday morning", Secondo shot at his younger brother.

"That’s true."

"I still think two is too much", Aether said, serious. " One maybe… but two is just greed."

Adjusting his long golden hair behind his ears, as the wind insisted on lifting it every now and then, Primo said:

" Well. Every important discovery started with someone asking an absurd question."

" Like what?", the brown-haired tattoo artist raised an eyebrow, tracing a line along the only colored tattoo Primo had on his calf, a beautiful black widow spider. Of course Ifrit would say it was beautiful, he had done it himself, after all, and not that long ago.

"Like 'what if I mix these two things?'", Primo replied. "Or “what if I do this here?” And boom, science is born!"

"You know what else was born like that?", Secondo turned toward his older brother. "The Human Centipede."

Several of them shuddered just hearing the title of the most disturbing movie spoken out loud. A trauma that resurfaced every six months whenever their minds betrayed them. Damn the curiosity of their teenage selves, who thought they were unshakable and impossible to impress, to the point of watching the first movie. The experience had been so traumatic they barely made it to the end and refused to watch the rest of the trilogy.

After all, it’s a rule: no trilogy—except The Lord of the Rings—is any good. Copia and Terzo stood by that, since they had watched the Cinderella trilogy and had a lot to say about the last two movies. A lot.

"For fuck’s sake, you drop that right when we’re about to eat?", Omega complained, wrinkling his nose as he pulled his smaller boyfriend closer against him, discreetly brushing his thumb against Terzo’s nipple. He felt his boyfriend shiver, and immediately understood why the younger one suddenly crossed his legs.

"My friend, eat what?", Alpha let out a small laugh, unfazed as he slightly lifted his head to check the food and confirm what his nose had already warned him about. " That charcoal on top of the grill?

The way Ifrit jumped out of his chair was so fast they only saw a blur running toward the grill.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!", The poor tattoo artist could barely believe what his brown eyes were seeing. That cow, which at this point had basically been killed twice.

" You burned the meat?"

"You burned it, not me, my guy", Secondo raised his index finger in protest. " I didn’t even touch that steak."

"Which makes sense", Primo’s tone already made it clear he was about to roast Secondo alive, as always, even more than that meat on the grill. "If Secondo touches that meat, the cow might come back to life and walk away mooing."

"Shut the fuck up, you bastard", he shot back. " If I wanted to hear an asshole talking, I would’ve farted!

"Does that little bird of yours sing on the finger, Secondo?", the blonde fired back without even thinking. Primo’s mission in life was to be Secondo’s greatest torment. He felt like he had been born for it, for this very simple purpose.

The golden-haired Spada, the only one among them with hair the color of the sun, while all the others carried the night in theirs, had been blessed with a sharp, quick mind. A blessing for Primo, a curse for Secondo, who could barely fire back without getting a comeback three times worse.

Annoyed, the younger brother narrowed his eyes, twisting his mouth, the mustache not even close to hiding it, since it was thinner than a toothpick:

"One day I’m gonna catch you off guard and you won’t know what to say."

"On that day I’ll be lying in a coffin", Primo said, almost in a whisper, a delighted smile spreading across his full lips.

"You can bet I’ll be the gravedigger, you piece of shit."

"Ever heard the phrase “play dead to fuck the gravedigger,” dear Secondo?", the blonde narrowed his eyes. " But honestly, when I die, I think I want to be cremated.

"This got morbid real fast, guys!", Aether exclaimed, shaking his head in disapproval at the turn things had taken. " We started talking about asses, you know?"

Alpha, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered. He shrugged:

"Both are deep topics, if you know what I mean."

"I’ve never really thought about whether I want to be cremated or not", Terzo said, drawing attention to himself, feeling Omega rigid behind him. Not in the way he would’ve liked, of course. "But I think I’d rather just be buried."

" The easiest one to cremate!", Alpha exclaimed. " Just throw Terzo in an air fryer and job done!"

" Show some respect", Terzo shot back immediately, turning his head just enough to look at Alpha with disdain. " This body right here is a historical landmark, darling."

"Historical, yeah", Secondo muttered. " Been handled more than a stair railing."

"Jealousy’s a bitch, huh?", the younger one didn’t even bother moving, just raised an eyebrow.

"Jealous of what, exactly?", the other dark-haired brother shot back, dry. " Your hole turning into a tourist attraction?"

" At least mine gets visits every night from my boyfriend", Terzo replied, finally shifting a bit in Omega’s lap, patting his big blonde man’s muscular thigh with pride. " Yours must be haunted. Alpha wouldn’t stick it in there without dusting it off first."

Alpha choked on his beer, coughing as he hit his chest.

And even though the conversation kept going within its “normal” parameters, Ifrit was still staring at the grill.

"Dude… this is straight-up charcoal now."

" Scrape it", Aether suggested, completely serious. " Like… sand it down."

" Sand the meat?", Ifrit slowly turned his head, incredulous.

"Yeah", the youngest blonde there nodded, smiling like those goofy dogs people edit with colorful propeller hats."Like, tchu-tchu-tchu-tchu…"

"Aether", Ifrit said, very seriously. " I am fully capable of sanding your face on this hot grill."

But Ifrit didn’t actually do it. He just stood there for a few seconds, staring at what used to be juicy meat, now completely burnt, hands on his hips, taking a deep breath.

"Nobody touches that", he declared, pointing at the grill. "It’s over. It’s done. We lost."

A brief silence fell, broken only by the sound of the pool water and Terzo very clearly losing all shame as he stole the new can of beer his boyfriend had just grabbed, opening it himself and taking a long sip.

" You’re gonna have to buy more meat", Primo said, simply.

Ifrit slowly turned his head toward them.

" Someone’s", he repeated. " Going to buy more meat."

And he put a very clear emphasis on “someone,” looking around in a way that made it obvious that someone was definitely not Ifrit.

Suddenly, everyone became very interested in literally anything else. Everything was now extremely fascinating and worthy of attention.

Omega was deeply focused on the tag of Terzo’s shirt, which said 100% cotton. Because his beloved’s comfort was his priority.

Secondo scrolled on his turned-off phone, thumb moving as if he were checking his Twitter feed. The black screen reflected in his glasses, accompanied by Alpha’s whistling as he admired the cloudless sky.

Primo had his privileges, he wasn’t going. His privilege was sleeping with the owner of the grill.

And Terzo, who had just been drinking his boyfriend’s beer, was now mysteriously in a deep sleep.

"I can go!", Aether raised his hand way too fast, almost dropping his joint in the process, grinning widely, clearly proud of himself for volunteering for such a basic task.

Ifrit narrowed his eyes.

"You? You’ll get lost in the first block."

"I’ll go with him", Copia said suddenly, jumping to his feet.

"Wow", Secondo commented under his breath, with fake amazement, earning a quiet chuckle from Alpha. "That changes a lot."

Aether turned to him so fast he almost snapped his neck in the process. But his bones weren’t important right now. Not when he had the most desired company.

"Really?!"

" Well ", Copia shrugged, already slipping on his sandals. "Someone has to make sure you don’t get lost."

Ah! Omega’s cousin was practically glowing. Copia would go with him!

"We can listen to music on the way!", he suggested, way too excited " And—and buy drinks too! And ice! And those popping candies!"

"Aether", Secondo called, without even looking at him. "You were assigned to the meat. Focus."

Copia laughed softly.

"Relax, I’ll take care of him."

"Ah, of course. Now we can all relax", Terzo mocked, waking up just as mysteriously as he had fallen asleep.

"Yeah, take care of him", Ifrit pointed at the two younger ones, using his responsible adult tone. " Because if you come back with anything that isn’t meat, I swear I’ll make you both eat that charcoal."

" He wouldn’t do that", Aether whispered, leaning closer to Copia as he passed by him.

" He would", Omega replied in the same tone.

" He would, gladly", Alpha added.

Aether paused for a second, feeling his brain pulse. A thought forming in that precious little head.

" …Okay. Let’s focus on the meat."

"Copia", he called, already opening the gate. "Do you prefer thicker or thinner meat?"

The older ones fell silent, all turning to look at the idiots standing by the gate.

"What?", Aether turned back, genuinely confused.

•

Five minutes after the volunteers left to secure the food for that barbecue, Primo frowned.

"Strange."

"What?", Ifrit asked, now almost lying down the same way Omega was with Terzo, the difference being that he had a hand shamelessly resting on the older Spada’s thigh, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then. Honestly, that was the only meat he felt like sinking his teeth into at the moment, but he’d save it for later.

"I didn’t see them taking any money", Primo said.

All six minds paused for a moment, thinking in sync, until the realization hit, and the eye roll that followed was nothing less than a spontaneous, collective, and frankly inevitable reaction.

"For fuck’s sake!", Terzo huffed, already getting up along with Omega.

•

" Cacio bit my finger yesterday", Aether blurted out. "Out of nowhere."

Copia glanced at him from the side, walking alongside the blonde at a surprisingly fast pace. They were already quite far from Ifrit’s house, their speed matching how distracted they were, chatting without a care.

" Out of nowhere?"

"I had just fed her", Aether gestured as he walked, completely into the story. " I think the smell was still on my finger. Then she just went for it, thinking it was food."

"Pepe does that sometimes too", the younger Spada said, laughing. "But I’m gonna put him on a diet now. Pepe’s way too fat."

" Poor little guy!", the blonde exclaimed dramatically, shaking his head as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his striped brown shorts, an interesting combo with his loose green shirt printed with white flowers, the top three buttons undone. "He’s not fat, he’s happy."

"He’ll thank me, you’ll see", Copia let out a quiet laugh, kicking a small rock across the pavement.

They kept walking, the sound of their flip-flops hitting the ground—sometimes Copia’s slipped off his feet, since in his rush he had grabbed Secondo’s by mistake. He knew that when he got back, besides eating the meat they were going to buy, Secondo would probably make him eat those flip-flops too. But even that didn’t bother him. The soft breeze of that sunny afternoon eased every torment his mind could come up with, especially with Aether’s more-than-welcome company.

"We could buy something for them ", the blonde picked the topic back up, getting excited. " Like… a new toy."

Copia raised an eyebrow, almost failing to hide a small smile. Now Aether wasn’t just thinking about Cacio’s well-being, but Pepe’s too.

"We went out to buy meat, Aeth."

Aeth.

That was enough to make the other’s cheeks flush, a warm, adorable color spreading up to his ears, hidden beneath his golden hair.

"And?", he found himself smiling without realizing it. Still, he couldn’t look directly at Copia. Not when he could feel those mismatched eyes on him.

"And you don’t have any money", the Spada said.

" Says the pot to the kettle", Aether shot back, making Copia laugh when he playfully jabbed his ribs with his elbow.

"You don’t have any money either."

And then it hit Aether.

He stopped.

Turned to Copia.

Copia stopped too.

They stared at each other for a solid two seconds.

"…You didn’t bring money?", Aether asked.

"No."

" Me neither."

All the color drained from both their faces. What was the point of a beautiful romance if they were going to be eaten alive when they got back home empty-handed?

"We could ask to put it on credit… ", Aether tried, shrugging as he looked up at the sky, only to stumble back when the sunlight hit his eyes and blinded him for a few seconds.

"What credit, Aether?!", Copia whined, stomping his foot on the pavement like a sulking child. "With what card?"

Before their sudden crisis could escalate, a car slowed down beside them. The window rolled down slowly.

"We’re fucked", Aether whispered, already stiffening. "It’s a robbery."

Copia froze too, glancing sideways, clearly calculating whether he could run without looking suspicious. He considered pretending to check his phone, but quickly realized how stupid that would be.

"Don’t look", he murmured. "Don’t make eye contact."

"I have to look to know if it’s a gun!"

"Just run!"

" Run where, damn it?!"

"Good evening, ladies and genitals", came a slow, all-too-familiar voice from inside the car.

Copia’s eyes widened. " …Terzo?"

"Huh?", Aether blinked. Why would Terzo rob them?

They both turned at the same time.

Inside, in the passenger seat, Terzo was sprawled lazily, a relaxed smile on his face, amusement hidden behind his sunglasses. Omega was driving, looking mildly annoyed at being dragged out of the house for “parental duty,” but clearly entertained.

" Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me!", Copia clutched his chest "I thought we were gonna die!"

"Hand over the money!", Terzo shouted, leaning slightly out the window.

" We don’t have any money!", the younger brother replied.

"I know, dumbass. That’s why we’re here!", the older one shot back, then jerked his head. "Get in already!"

Copia didn’t need to be told twice. He opened the back door in a rush, almost tripping over his flip-flops, and climbed in. Aether followed right after, throwing himself into the seat like he was escaping a crime scene.

"You two are idiots", Omega said immediately, without even glancing in the rearview mirror as Aether slammed the door. Honestly, he would’ve found it hilarious—he definitely would’ve laughed—if he hadn’t been the one who had to come rescue the two idiots. Terzo probably felt the same.

"What were you planning to pay the butcher with? ", Terzo asked, barely turning his head toward the Dumb and Dumber duo in the back, who were now staring at their own hands. "A blowjob?"

" Terzo", Copia said, serious. " A blowjob and a glass of water is never refused!"

"But can we get those popping candies?", All three of them turned to Aether, who was looking at Omega and Terzo through the rearview mirror with kicked-puppy eyes. Like a child looking at their parents.

At this point, they already had two kids, and counting. Maybe that made them grandparents to Pepe and Cacio. Something to think about.

Sighing, Omega glanced at Terzo, waiting for the verdict. His word was final, and it was a yes when he nodded, turning his gaze back to the window.

"What flavor?"

•

The reception was anything but warm for the two losers trailing behind the couple. Of course, Terzo made them carry the bags, both the meat and the beers Omega had bought, since he was the only one legally allowed to drink, considering Terzo would only turn twenty in a few months, while Omega was already twenty-five.

The boos came in waves, from every direction. Secondo even threw Copia’s pair of flip-flops at him.

Now, at night, all the two younger ones had was silence. A strange silence after dinner and a round of card games. Uno. Then, one by one, the flimsy excuses started popping up.

Ifrit needed to take a shower, and Primo had to unpack his clothes.

Secondo and Alpha went upstairs to smoke.

Until Terzo, maybe glancing around, suddenly remembered that his life depended on making the bed in the guest room. And Omega, as a good boyfriend, obviously couldn’t let him do that alone. Everyone knew how hard it was to stretch a bedsheet, after all.

And then it was just Aether and Copia.

"Seems like everyone suddenly got very busy out of nowhere", the blonde commented, letting out a quiet laugh along with the only Spada still at the table.

"Curious, isn’t it?", Copia turned toward Aether, something he hadn’t been expecting.

"Yeah."

When the blue of his eyes met Copia’s mismatched ones, his voice faltered. Aether felt like there was an entire colony of ants throwing a party in his stomach. Primo’s eyes leaned more toward blue, Secondo’s were almost gray, Terzo’s had a greenish tint… but Copia’s were vibrant.

"Fascinating."

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything. They just stared at each other, two idiots. Two idiots completely captivated by each other’s gaze.

Copia found himself just as fascinated by the sky-blue of Aether’s eyes. His cousin’s eyes might resemble the ocean, but to Copia, nothing compared to the vast, bright sky that lived in Aether’s gaze.

Eyes were their own kind of art, a mirror to the soul. Naturally, no two were the same. Each gaze was individual, each color had its own pattern, each feeling was crystal clear. Faces could lie, but eyes didn’t.

Yes, Aether knew how to tell the Spada brothers’ eyes apart. He saw them often, looked at them often. He knew Primo’s intense, almost entranced stare, with eyes like a wise owl, his left eye a deep blue, his right a bluish green. Secondo had a sharp, predatory gaze, both eyes—blue and green—carrying a darker tone. Terzo had hare-like eyes, round with wide pupils, even the blue of his left eye leaning toward green, like jade.

But Copia’s…

He didn’t see those often. Even though Copia was around all the time.

Because Aether could never hold his gaze for long, afraid he might get lost in the vivid colors of those large, high-contrast eyes.

But he did it that night. One of the few decisions in his life that Aether didn’t regret, following his heart. Not that he ever really listened to his brain anyway. Thinking was for losers. Live by emotion until it kills you.

"…So", Aether started, then stopped midway, running a hand over the back of his neck. "We… got the meat."

"We did", Copia repeated, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looked down.

The blonde let out a short laugh through his nose.

"Almost died in the process."

"Almost ", Copia agreed, now glancing sideways at him. "I really thought it was a robbery."

"Me too!", Aether turned way too fast to face him, excited by the shared experience."Like, my heart dropped straight to my feet!"

"I had already accepted my fate", Copia replied dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. " That I’d die broke and wearing flip-flops five sizes too big."

Aether laughed for real.

That hyena-like laugh sounded like birdsong to Copia. All he could do was watch how the blonde seemed twice as beautiful with that glow of happiness lighting up his face.

" Were you gonna run?", Aether asked, leaning slightly toward him.

" Yeah ", Copia answered honestly. " I was gonna pull you with me."

Aether blinked.

"You were?"

" Well", he shrugged, simple. " I wasn’t gonna leave you there."

He said it like it was nothing.

But it wasn’t. At least not for Aether.

He looked away, scratching the edge of his eyebrow, clearly unsure what to do with that information. A small, almost involuntary smile appeared.

"Good to know", he murmured.

The silence that settled between them again wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It hadn’t been for a while.

This time, Copia broke it.

" Aeth…"

Aether turned his head immediately.

"Hm?"

The nickname still did something to him. It showed.

Copia hesitated for just a moment, like he wasn’t sure why he’d called him in the first place. Almost regretted it. Almost.

" …Nothing. It’s nothing."

But the blonde, even with his legs feeling weak, didn’t seem bothered. He just gave a small smile.

"Okay."

"What?"

" Nothing", Aether replied too quickly, letting out a breathy laugh. "Just…"

He made a vague gesture with his hand, like he was about to explain, but gave up halfway.

" You’re nice."

Copia raised an eyebrow.

"Wow."

" Not like that! ", Aether straightened up a bit, already blushing. "I mean, not that you aren’t, but— I meant—"

"I get it", Copia cut him off, laughing softly. "I’m just messing with you, idiot."

Aether sank back into the cushioned chair, covering half his face with his hand, noticing how cold and shaky it felt compared to the heat in his cheeks.

"I’m really bad with words, man."

"I noticed."

" Hey!"

Copia laughed.

"Relax," he said, quieter now. "I am too. Like, really bad."

Aether slowly lowered his hand from his face until it rested on his lap. The two of them held each other’s gaze for a second longer than usual.

"We could find a better place, right?", Copia said, as if pulling the courage straight out of nowhere to throw the suggestion out there "I’m starting to get uncomfortable in these chairs. Ifrit has terrible taste. I bet my ass is all square by now."

"Ah, there’s the couch in the living room."

"Too open. What about another room?"

Copia figured saying “bedroom” would be too bold.

But apparently even “another room” was bold enough for Aether, who looked like he was about to have a full-on breakdown in that chair.

" Uh, yeah, we could go upstairs and look for somewhere else then!"

Nodding, satisfied, Copia quickly got up from the chair, almost knocking it over in the process. Aether followed him with a newly discovered urgency, and so they headed for the stairs, each holding onto a railing due to the trembling in their legs that they pretended not to feel.

The hallway was dark, and the number of rooms was vast. Aether reached for the first doorknob he saw and, silently, thanks to the well-oiled hinges, they discovered Ifrit’s office. Honestly, they couldn’t really say they understood why Ifrit had an office. Maybe it was where he created the designs for his tattoos. And also to have a respectable place to have sex.

Which they quickly discovered was exactly the second option. Because right there on the desk, with their backs to them, were none other than two bodies engaged in a decidedly vigorous activity, far too distracted at the moment to notice the intruders. But Copia would never forget the sight of his older brother from behind, moving back and forth, his long blond hair being pulled with the purest lust humanity had ever seen. Ifrit had his lips pressed against Primo’s long neck, licking and nipping at it, while his free hand stroked him, judging by the motion. They could clearly hear the Spada moaning “Darling” with the rasp of a throat already worn out from so much use.

In silence, the two intruders stepped in, and in silence, they stepped out, eyes wide and dreams shattered.

The library seemed safer, they thought. After all, the door was slightly ajar. It was small and opened directly onto a balcony, with a view of the city and the coastline. There was a cozy corner with sofas that many would choose to die on, so soft it felt like they could be swallowed whole, just like Johnny Depp’s character was swallowed by the bed in A Nightmare on Elm Street.

But the sofas were already occupied.

And by none other than Secondo and Alpha devouring each other. The older one pulled his Spada closer, holding him by the back of the neck with a strange tenderness compared to the hunger with which he consumed the other’s tongue. The younger, in turn, pulled him fiercely by the collar of his shirt, occasionally breaking the kiss to brush his nose against Alpha’s neck. Their breathing was heavy, but at least they weren’t going at it with their backs turned.

At least they weren’t actually having sex.

But it was enough for Copia and Aether to decide it was better not to interrupt the moment.

Out of respect, they gently closed the door as they left.

"Maybe a guest room would be better?", Aether suggested, eyes glazed like someone who had just witnessed unspeakable horrors. Things he would never forget. Never.

Nor would Copia, judging by the way his brows were furrowed in a Herculean effort to forget what his mind had already recorded.

"Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll just grab my bags from Terzo’s room.

I left them there when we arrived and was too lazy to take them to another room. I think we’ll be safer there than with the “responsible adults.”"

Aether nodded, and off they went, running toward Terzo’s room. Their only hope. Their safe haven. The brother at heart.

Behind those walls, Terzo was, by far, being the “responsible adult” in the most intense moment of them all. Completely devoid of anything separating him from his boyfriend. Omega, beneath him, looked like he was about to transcend. No meditation could take a human being to the place the blonde was in.

That Spada moaned, trying again and again to take Omega deeper until he disappeared between his thick thighs, pushing inside Terzo, who welcomed him so well that the feeling was indescribable, a connection they had never felt with anyone else. Terzo rode him with intensity and passion, holding onto his boyfriend’s broad shoulders. Omega gripped Terzo’s delicate waist with one of his large hands, while the other squeezed that delicious ass, its cheeks already flushed after so many slaps and pinches Omega had given him, a bite mark visible on the left side.

There was no silence in that room. Even as they tried not to moan, the wet sound of their bodies coming together gave them away. But apparently, it wasn’t loud enough.

Because Copia practically threw the door open, with Aether right behind him. They made it halfway into the room in milliseconds before realizing what they had walked into. Actually, there was definitely someone doing the walking-in.

Terzo jumped at the sound of the door bursting open, falling sideways toward the floor, the first cry of pain that night coming from the impact of his tailbone hitting the wooden floor.

" SON OF A BITCH!"

•

Breakfast the next day was definitely going to be awkward. But at least now Copia had moved his things to the room he would be sharing with Aether. That’s what they had decided.

Properly dressed in their pajamas, the two sat on the edge of the bed, still full of embarrassment from everything they had witnessed. They had basically watched a full-blown individual orgy.

" I’m going to dream about this, I’m sure of it", Copia muttered, staring at the floor.

"Dream or have nightmares?", Aether joked, making the Spada laugh.

"Probably nightmares. It’s burned into my brain. I think that was the highlight of the night?"

"I don’t think so", the blonde said, suddenly sounding less insecure, something that caught Copia’s attention. "There’s a better one."

And just like that, Aether leaned over Copia and finally pressed his lips to his in a gentle kiss. His passion wasn’t fiery, it was soft. It was gentle and sweet, as soft as the clouds hiding the moon watching them through the window.

Gaining confidence, the blonde cupped Copia’s face with a still slightly trembling hand, brushing his cheek with his thumb as he deepened the kiss. The Spada let out a soft sigh against Aether’s lips, completely giving himself over to the long-awaited moment.

When they pulled apart, their lips swollen and lingering close, they looked at each other, truly looked, and smiled.

Aether pulled Copia into his arms and lay down with him on the bed, pulling the covers over them. They didn’t want sex, neither of them seemed ready for that kind of surrender. That closeness was enough. Having Copia lying on his chest, sleeping while holding him, trusting Aether enough to let him see and be with him in such a vulnerable state made the blonde feel complete for the first time in a long while, relaxed without needing to chase relief for his anxiety.

That was the highlight of the night.

Just Aether and his Spada, Copia.

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