Sebastian/MG fic - Mystery Never Breaks
Title: Mystery Never Breaks Relationship: Sebastian/Milton Greasley “MG” (Legacies) Additional Tags: Enemies to lovers Chapters: 1/? Words: 2,555
Summary: Sebastian tries to charm MG into helping him. It almost works.
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“No, I am very real. And I need your help...”
MG couldn’t think clearly. Too many thoughts were crashing through his head at once. Sebastian was real. Lizzie wasn’t crazy. He’d made her think she was seeing things. And now his competition, who he should hate by definition, wanted his help. No freaking way.
“We can talk somewhere private if you are concerned that fellow over there will think you a madman,” Sebastian said, smirking.
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you!”
Wade stood up and glared at him, shoving his belongings into his bag.
“Sorry, West. I didn’t mean you. I meant my friend Lizzie. She did a spell to turn herself invisible. See?” He gestured vaguely at Sebastian, who wore an amused expression.
“Whatever. And how many times do I have to tell you, my name is Wade.” He stormed away from him.
MG turned to glare at Sebastian. “Look what you’ve done.”
“I believe that was entirely your fault,” Sebastian said, raising an eyebrow. “Now if you would show me to your quarters, we could avoid another such encounter.”
“Quarters? You know I’m not a servant, right?” MG said, highkey offended. “I’m a student here, just like everyone else.”
“Of course. My apologies. I should have said chambers instead. I merely meant the location in which you sleep.”
MG groaned. This guy was really starting to bug him. But he didn’t want rumors to spread that he was talking to himself, and the invisible Lizzie excuse wouldn’t hold up if she was mute too.
“Follow me.” He led Sebastian through the halls towards his dorm room.
The old-fashioned vampire’s eyes roved over the paintings on the walls, the candlesticks, everything, like he was studying this place, trying to memorize it. MG wondered if it would have been smarter to take Sebastian somewhere else. He didn’t know what his intentions were or how much he could do while he was invisible. Hopefully he was as harmless as Lizzie believed him to be…
They reached MG’s room. Sebastian glided in after him, and MG shut the door, clicking the lock shut.
“Why are you asking me for help?” MG demanded, crossing his arms.
“You are friends with Elizabeth, yes?”
“Well, I was before you decided to go out with her without mentioning she was the only person who could see you. You made her think she was hallucinating. Now she won’t even talk to me.” MG picked up his jacket draped over his desk chair and put it on, unable to bear looking at Sebastian for a moment longer.
“That was not my intention, I assure you. I thought we were quite alone all the times I spoke with her. I was not expecting a hooligan to be lurking in the trees.”
MG raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I’m the hooligan? That’s funny because I’m not the one who lied to her.”
“Deceived,” Sebastian corrected. “And it was not without reason. I only needed to get close to her, to gain her trust, so I could ask her for this favor.”
“The same favor you’re asking me now. Without getting close to me or gaining my trust. Can’t you see how that makes no sense?”
“Well, I am getting quite desperate. I have been trapped a long time, and I am eager to be free again.”
“That still doesn’t answer my question. Why me? Are you planning to use me to get close to Lizzie?”
“Ah.” Sebastian had this look on his face like he understood MG on a deep level. His mouth twisted into a sly smirk. “Elizabeth is indeed a charming woman, but I do not have my heart set on her. After all, there are many dance partners at a ball. Why spend your time dancing with only one?”
It felt like his eyes were boring into MG. He wasn’t sure what Sebastian meant, but it sounded a bit flirty. But, no, that was stupid. MG must be imagining things. It was that old world charm that made everything he said sound like a proposition.
“Okay then,” MG said. “But you could have asked literally anyone else at this school.”
“I made a connection with Lizzie. It broke, yes, but I thought I would do well to reach out to someone who knew of my existence. That way I would not be starting all over again.”
“Lizzie’s already blabbed about you to all her friends. Why didn’t you pick one of them?”
Sebastian grinned, looking quite pleased with himself. “I never had the pleasure of meeting her other friends, and rather than go with the unknown…”
“You went with the known?”
“Precisely. And I do not regret my choice. You are quite the specimen.”
“Can you stop talking about me like I’m some science project?”
“As the known variable, it seemed to be a fitting word to describe you, but I can see how it could be dehumanizing. I did not mean to offend you in the least. I could just as well have said you are quite the Adonis .”
MG gave him a funny look, unsure whether that was an insult or a compliment. Adonis was someone from Greek mythology, wasn’t it? MG couldn’t remember anything about him though.
Sebastian frowned, looking a little bit hurt. He seemed to be expecting some reaction from MG that he wasn’t getting. He smiled tensely and spoke again, laying on the charm even thicker this time. “Someone with your gorgeous mane and your fine-cut figure must be used to attention, yes? I am sure you are very popular with people around here.”
MG snorted. Was he making fun of him again? “I don’t see anyone lining up to be your friend. And it’s pretty dumb of you to ask for my help. I don’t know anything about you.”
“Forgive me. We have not been properly introduced. My name is Sebastian.”
“Yeah, I know that.”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”
“MG. Look, I still don’t know if you’re actually real, or if my head is just messing with me. You’re going to have to tell me more about yourself than just your name.”
“I am a vampire, as I’m sure Elizabeth has already told you. I was born in the fifteenth century. I led a simple life before being turned. My family became afraid of me and sought a way to hide me away. They succeeded, and I have been hidden for hundreds of years, locked away in a box somewhere, dessicated. I only seek an escape to this unending torment.”
MG gripped the edge of his desk to steady himself. That was a lot for him to process. He had been convinced he was imagining Sebastian, but he wasn’t sure his own mind could make this up.
“Hypothetically, if I were to help you, what would you need?”
“That depends,” Sebastian said, his gaze flicking to MG’s mouth. Or wait, that couldn’t be right… MG was definitely tripping. “What manner of creature are you?”
“I’m like you.”
“Ah, I thought you were a witch.” He looked disappointed for a moment, and MG could swear he saw him lick his lips. “Oh, yes, Elizabeth did say some of her closest friends were vampires. I take it that would include you.”
“You take it correct,” MG said, then shook his head. “Wait, that came out weird. I just mean, yes, I’m a vampire. And you’re a vampire, but your parents locked you in a box and starved you, so now you’re like extra dead or something like that.” He made a disgusted face, looking Sebastian up and down.
“Something like that,” Sebastian agreed, his voice lofty. “I would need you to find my body in that box somewhere around here.” He waved vaguely. “And with some human blood, I shall be restored.”
“And where is this box?”
“That is for you to discover, my friend.” It was clear MG wasn’t getting any more answers out of him. Damn mysterious guy.
“You know broody vampires aren’t really popular anymore. It was great ten or twenty years ago, but now girls prefer vampires who are straightforward.”
“Have you considered that I might not be trying to impress a girl at the moment?” Sebastian lifted an eyebrow. “But I am curious to know what you would suggest in order to impress someone.”
MG didn’t really know what to say. “I don’t know what you should do. But you need to get with the times, bro.” He punched Sebastian’s shoulder, trying to act casual, even though he was lowkey freaking out at Sebastian’s comment.
Sebastian grabbed MG’s wrist and twisted it behind his back. Pretty fast for a vampire, and that was saying something. “I am not your brother,” he said between gritted teeth.
“No, that’s not what it means. It’s like saying ‘dude’ or ‘man.’ Like hey, man, let go of me.”
Sebastian released his grip. “Ah. So this ‘dude’ and ‘man’ are the modern day equivalent of ‘good sir’ then?”
MG rubbed at his arm. “Yeah, that sounds right. Wow, you are really strong for an invisible guy.”
Sebastian inclined his head. “Why thank you, bro.”
MG suppressed a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand.
“What? Did I use it incorrectly?”
“No, it just sounds weird to hear you say it with all the formal speech. Maybe hold off on the slang for now.”
Sebastian nodded, looking relieved. “That is perfectly agreeable for me.”
“How long were you a vampire before, you know, the box thing?” MG asked. “If it was for a long time, then you’re really creepy. You know Lizzie is only sixteen, right?”
Sebastian rubbed his chin, considering. “I was a rather new vampire. I would say I was only roaming freely for about a year before I was locked away. I was eighteen when I was first turned, so even with my year of roaming, I am still a teenager myself.”
His shoulders relaxed. “Well, that’s a relief.”
Sebastian walked around the room, studying all of MG’s belongings before settling on his video game system. He pressed every button except the one to turn it on. “This thing you want me to call you... Emgee. What does it mean?”
MG snorted. Sebastian said his name like it was some mystical title. “It’s my initials. Didn’t you have those in the fifteenth century?”
“Ah, yes, we signed many a letter with them. What is your first name, if I may ask?”
“Milton.” MG made a face.
Sebastian smiled, displaying all his teeth. It was honestly a bit dazzling. “Milton. That is a marvelous name. Why do you choose not to use it?”
MG shrugged. “It sounds so old-fashioned and ugly.”
“Quite the contrary. Your name is beautiful, Milton. I knew a lovely place in England that bore the name. But if being called by your name makes you uncomfortable, I shall endeavor to call you MG.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind too much.” And he really didn’t. It felt okay when Sebastian called him that. It would feel stranger for him to call him MG. “What about you? Do you have any nicknames?”
“Oh, yes, my friends call me Sebastian the Insatiable. Or they did…” His voice trailed off as his gaze shifted to the floor.
“That’s kinda long for a nickname,” MG pointed out, ignoring the fact that it was a terrible nickname. Who wanted to announce that they were hungry all the time? Or maybe it was a sex thing… No way was he calling Sebastian that. “Usually people pick something shorter. Like Seb, Sebby, or even Bash.”
“Bash. I quite like the sound of that. All right. You may call me Bash if you so desire.” Sebastian grinned at him.
MG itched his head. “Sorry, I, uh, I need to go clean my shoes. See you later, Bash.”
Sebastian gave him the most alluring smile and a wave. “Until next time, Milton. I shall fiddle with this interesting contraption some more.”
“Sure, just try not to break anything.”
“Got it,” Sebastian said, smiling. “When you return, we can work out the details of our arrangement.”
“There is no arrangement. I still haven’t decided if I’m helping you yet. Look, I’ll ask my friend Kaleb in the morning for advice. If he thinks we should help you, then we will.”
“Ah.” Sebastian’s fist closed around the remote, shattering the plastic. He dropped it to the floor. “Well, that might be a problem. I am not the best at waiting. You see, I have done far too much of it in my time.”
MG bit his lip. It was taking everything in him not to attack Sebastian. This guy was pinching his last nerve. “You better learn fast then. ‘Cause we’re doing things on my time.”
A nerve feathered in Sebastian’s chiseled jaw. “I have tried to be civil, but you make things very difficult,” he said, his voice strained. He looked two seconds away from tackling him to the ground. “Milton, you are insufferable.”
MG scoffed. “Yeah, well, you’re instandable.”
“That is not even a real word, is it?”
“Sure, it is. It means I can’t stand you.”
Sebastian rubbed his forehead. “Goodness, the English language has suffered greatly in my absence. And you do realize that insufferable means the exact same thing, don’t you?”
“Yeah, of course I knew that. That’s why I said what I said.”
Sebastian laughed, looking like he’d finally cracked some big mystery. “Oh, I see. You’re an idiot. No wonder you need the aid of your friend to decide whether to help me or not. You cannot make the decision for yourself.”
“That’s not true,” MG said, his tone biting. “I could make a decision myself. If I wanted to.”
Sebastian pursed his lips and shook his head. “I don’t believe you.”
“No, I see what you’re doing here. I’m going to let you trick me into agreeing to help you. Asking a friend for advice is the smart thing to do. It would be stupider--more stupid--for me not to.”
“Ah, not as dumb as I thought.” Sebastian closed the distance between them with one stride, getting right in MG’s face. “But not the sharpest knife in the drawer.” He smirked, wicked, teasing.
MG fought a strange mix of urges in his stomach. “I’m gonna go fix my shoe. When I get back, you better be gone. We’ll talk in the morning, okay? Otherwise I’m not helping you at all.”
Sebastian leveled him with a glare, his eyes cold and sharp. All the charm had gone out of him, and he just looked like a viper, poised to strike. “Well, you no longer have permission to call me Bash, you bloody turnip.”
MG rushed out of the room and slammed the door shut, hoping Sebastian wouldn’t follow him. When MG reached the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and leaned against the cool wood. He tried to shove down his feelings to where the sun don’t shine, but they kept clawing their way up as he remembered Sebastian’s brilliant smile, his subtle hint that he might be interested in someone other than Lizzie. How the hell did Sebastian manage to simultaneously infuriate him and allure him?
MG knew without a doubt this boy would be the second death of him.
