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War of Hearts

Fandom : Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing : Lilith x Ciaran & Jax

Summary : Jax and Ciaran have a surprise for Lilith, but she gets kidnapped before she could see anything. The day after, Ciaran considers telling Lilith about his feelings...

Warnings : +18 Smut, some violence, blood

Note : Lilith and Jax belongs to @bhaalspawnnolonger and the fic was written with her ♥

Pic is by @lunalaplays ♥

The full moon was shining bright in the sky, it was the middle of the night and Ciaran, Lilith and Jax were walking in the city, trying to be discreet despite their tall sizes and impressive weapons.

“So, where are we going ?” Lilith asked.

Ciaran and Jax exchanged a knowing look.

“You’ll see”, Ciaran simply said.

They arrived at an intersection and stopped, Lilith looking at them, trying to figure out what was next.

“Stay with her, I’ll be back in a sec.” Ciaran said to Jax before disappearing in another street. He kicked down the front door of a bathhouse, holding his scimitars.

“Everyone out. Now.”

Everyone screamed, pushing each other to get to the door first. Only one employee remained.

“You- you get out ! Now !”

Ciaran rolled his eyes and pushed his scimitars in her chest. He lifted the body and threw it behind the bathhouse, wiping his hands on his pants.

Jax and Lilith did what Ciaran had told them, and waited. They had gone into the nearest alley so they wouldn’t be too out in the open. It was difficult to tell who could come after them while they were in the city. The rumors of the Bhaal temple being slaughtered had spread all around, and now, more followers of the Lord of Murder came in to see exactly what had gone down at the temple and who was responsible, putting a target on both Lilith’s and Jax’s back.

“You know something.” Lilith told Jax, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she crossed her arms. Jax smirked at her fully.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” He teased. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“We’ve been around the city for too long.” She pointed out now as she looked to one of the sides of the street, her smile fading as she thought of the threat lurking around.

“We won’t stay for much longer.” Jax reassured her. As he was talking, the both of them heard something, movement above them, and their eyes immediately locked knowingly.

“Told you.” Lilith teased him in a whisper.

“Yeah, yeah…” Jax let out with amusement, his eyes already scanning around for more signs of a threat. In an instant, his eyes spotted a glimmer of something, his body reacting immediately. “Watch out!” He let out quickly as he stood in front of Lilith to cover her with his body, when an arrow flew in their direction, hitting Jax on the back of the shoulder, piercing through his skin until it broke through the front of him, the metal perfectly in view for Lilith. He had little to no reaction except for the natural jerking movement his body did at the collision, yet Lilith's eyes opened wide at the sight of it. Jax's head turned back, his red eyes shining brightly as a deep growl crawled from deep within his throat.

In a mere moment, they were surrounded by a group of hooded figures. A few of them held their bows high, while the others held sharp daggers. Lilith and Jax shifted, their bodies already adopting a fighting stance. Jax's eyes were fixed on the archer behind him, possibly responsible for the arrow in his shoulder.

"Jax." Lilith simply addressed him, wanting to make sure he was alright.

"I'm fine." He replied as he reached out for the arrow, immediately snapping it in half and pushing it out, unfazed. His eyes started scanning around them, counting how many enemies there were in his head, then wielding his great-sword in his hands. "I sure hope you've brought more than arrows and daggers..." He told them all as Lilith pulled out her swords as well.

"We want the kinslayer." One of the hooded figures in front of them spoke, a male voice under the mysterious appearance. It was then when they noticed that most of them were turned towards Lilith. She frowned. Of course, this had to happen eventually. The moment they set foot back on Baldur's Gate, she knew it was coming.

“That's too bad." Lilith replied calmly, almost smugly if it wasn't for the seriousness in her expression. "I’m not setting foot in that temple ever again."

"Your blood shall be spilled in Bhaal's name." The man spoke again, pointing at her with his dagger. "You shall pay for your betrayal."

"Lilith." Jax addressed her now, simply asking for permission, his fingers twitching around his sword. The nod Lilith gave him was barely perceivable, but enough for him to catch it.

With almost inhuman speed, Jax had moved directly in front of the hooded man, his long sword already swinging in the air by the time he got there, cutting directly through the man's body at waist level, brutally cutting him in half, blood splattering everywhere, specially on Jax. Every other hooded figure seemed to freeze at the shock, as the tiefling man held his sword firmly in his hands, looking at all of them. His face was stained with blood, and he licked his lips to taste it, his sharp teeth showing.

"She is mine. Under my protection." He stated firmly. “Touch her, and you'd all suffer the same fate as this one." He warned as he gestured to the corpse at his feet.

"We know who you are." A different hooded figure spoke up now, this time, a female voice. "Her vicious, faithful dog..." She called him as if to offend him, but Jax's lips widened with a wicked smile. "The Lord of Murder's greatest disappointment right after her."

"What? Am I supposed to cry now?" Jax snorted at her words. "I wonder who'd become a greater disappointment when your guts are all over the ground…"

As Jax spoke, Lilith noticed the archers getting ready to shoot again. However, before she did anything… Ciaran showed up, kicking and throwing some of them around before he placed himself between Jax and her, yet his attention immediately went to Lilith.

“I need to get you out of here.” He told her, getting a bit closer, his hand going for her cheek to cup it gently. “They’re everywhere. I’ll get you somewhere safe while Jax holds them off.” At his words, Jax took a look at him. It wasn’t necessarily a bad plan, though there was something off about it. Then, he noticed Ciaran didn’t have his scimitars. That man never went anywhere without his weapons.

“What? No!” Lilith argued, almost offended at his suggestion, not noticing his lack of weapons yet. She could fight, and fight well. He knew that. “I’m not going anywhere without Jax.” She added as well. Though she knew Jax would likely take them all without so much as breaking a sweat, she wasn’t going to leave him on his own.

“Yes, you are.” Ciaran argued back, grabbing her arm. “You’re coming with me.” He added as he started pulling her, trying to get her away from Jax, making her frown. But the moment he tried to get away from there, a large hand pulled his own arm too, forcefully throwing him against the nearest wall. Jax pointed his sword at him, his eyes darkened in a deep frown.

“Since when do you run away from a fight…?” The redhead questioned, his voice firm and taunting.

“Jax, what are you-” Lilith tried to ask.

“Where are your scimitars?” He pointed out too, letting him know he had indeed noticed. Lilith looked at Ciaran with a questioning frown, realizing the redhead was right. Ciaran would never leave his weapons behind anywhere.

“The fuck are you doing!?” Ciaran told him angrily.

“Answer the fucking question, shithead.” Jax commanded. But while he was threatening him, he was giving the others his back.

"Ad Lapidē!" The hooded female figure spoke suddenly. In a second, Jax was frozen in place, his eyes the only thing he could move, which were darting around everywhere, trying to gain his movement back.

Lilith immediately reacted, launching herself towards the woman to pierce through her belly with her swords, her white eyes shining brightly with anger. Ciaran moved away from Jax’s sword now that he was paralyzed, his expression eerily calm. As Lilith was starting to fight off the rest of the hooded figures, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, trapping her arms under his larger form. Lilith struggled, trying to kick him or headbutt him, but he had a good arm-lock on her.

“I would’ve enjoyed playing with you a bit more in this form…” He spoke near her ear, no need to keep the facade any longer. “But we shouldn’t keep Bhaal waiting…”

Before she could do anything else about it, she was put into a Sleep enchantment, laying her unconscious in his familiar yet unknown arms. Some of the surviving hooded figures started dispersing, as Jax tried to break out of his spell, his body still paralyzed, yet shaking slightly by his struggle, desperately trying to regain his movements back, yet some others stayed, daggers in hand, considering their chances. The fake Ciaran took Lilith in his arms, carrying her away from there before the redhead could do anything about it. Jax growled furiously as he watched him through the corner of his eye, his body twitching and trembling, his eyes burning with rage.

"Let's kill him before he breaks free..." One of the hooded figures told the others, approaching the angered tiefling carefully.

Finally, almost as if he had broken through thick glass, the spell broke off as Jax snarled wildly, swinging his sword back around to get to them, though still a bit affected by the spell, not accurate enough to hit them and instead cracking the ground between them as they dodged.

"Out of my fucking way!!" Jax shouted loudly, his voice raspy and guttural from sheer rage alone.

The hooded figures launched at him, yet their confidence did not save them. In a mere moment, Jax had cut down one of them through their stomach, spilling their guts onto the floor. He pushed another to the floor, sinking his sword right in their face, breaking their skull apart immediately, blood spilling everywhere. As for the last one... In his fit of rage, Jax left his sword in the corpse as he grabbed the hooded figure and broke their arm to make them drop their dagger, then grabbed them by the head, their hood dropping to reveal a very young man, almost a teenager, a horrified and pained expression on his face. But all Jax could see was red, his sharp teeth showing like a feral animal as he sank his thumbs into the boy's eyes, making him scream in pain as he died.

Jax stood there for a moment, covered in blood, his chest heaving angrily, trying to regain his senses, trying to keep a cool head despite the unbridled fury burning deep within him. The bhaalists had Lilith, his Lilith. And they were going to suffer for it.

The real Ciaran showed up, a proud smile stretching his lips as he spoke "All clear, you can com-" he stopped when he saw the corpses on the ground, immediately grabbing his scimitars. He scanned the scene before him : a few bodies were laying on the floor, blood scattered everywhere. Jax was standing in the middle of it with a look that could have frightened anyone else. He noticed Lilith wasn't there and his protective instinct woke up instantly. He walked to Jax. "Where is Lilith ? What happened ?” he spoke urgently.

Jax's head immediately snapped in his direction at the sound of his voice, his body almost moving on its own accord as his hand shot up in Ciaran's direction, grabbing him by the throat and brutally pushing him against the wall, a deep, animalistic growl crawling up from his own throat. This Ciaran was carrying his weapons, but that mattered little now. This could be another shapeshifter for all he knew. The arrow wound on his left shoulder bled slightly, but he could not feel it, he could barely think anything right now. He needed to get to Lilith, everything else was a distraction.

Ciaran's hands went to his own throat, instinctively clawing at his hand, trying to loosen his grip. He kicked Jax in the stomach, making him recoil.

"What the hell Jax ?" he rubbed his throat, looking at Jax's wound on the shoulder. "What the fuck happened ? Where is Lilith ?" he questioned again.

Jax held onto his stomach momentarily, recovering rather quickly. The collision seemed to make him regain some of his senses, yet the anger still burnt within him, he could not shake that away. This had to be the Ciaran they knew, right? Otherwise he would've tried to kill him.

"The bhaalists took her." He snarled at him as he sheathed his sword and turned on his heels, immediately starting to walk with rushed, determined steps in the direction he had seen the fake Ciaran leave with Lilith in his arms. "I'm going to kill them all." He said as he walked, knowing full well Ciaran would follow, not bothering to even look at him. "I'll kill every single one of them until there's no one left to worship Bhaal."

Ciaran's eyes widened. He felt his stomach drop at his words. His hands shook in both panic and pure anger. His eyes darkened. Lilith was taken. This couldn't happen. If she was harmed... He stopped himself, he couldn't afford to think like that. He didn't have time for this. He had to find her. He started to run in the direction Jax was headed. He ran like hell, his tunnel vision keeping him from paying any attention to other people he could push to pass through the streets of the city. The way to the temple felt endless, he was taking too much time, but they couldn't have done anything to her yet, right ? The two enraged tieflings eventually reached the temple, violently slashing through the guard's bodies.

Lilith opened her eyes slowly, her mind feeling hazy and confused as she tried to make sense of what had happened. It dawned on her the moment she turned her head to the size, facing the giant skull carved into the stone of the Bhaal Temple. She could feel the coldness of the stoned altar under her, the tightness of the ropes around her body, keeping her arms bent and pressed against her chest, unable to move them. The smell of blood. The smell of death. It was all too familiar, all far too unpleasant for her to remember.

She cursed herself for not being able to prevent this from happening. She knew they would come after her, it was only a matter of time. They would never leave her alone as long as she was alive. Bhaal would still haunt her one way or another, there was no escaping him.

She struggled against her restraints, growling faintly as she writhed, but they were well tied.

"She's awake." She heard a faint voice near her as she turned her head, noticing a few bhaalists approaching the altar she had been placed on. Some of them were still wearing their cloaks, but all hoods were down now.

She spotted the fake Ciaran behind them, slowly moving from one side to the other until, as he passed behind the other figures, he returned to his original appearance, which had nothing to do with the grey-skinned tiefling she knew. Lilith scanned all their faces, a deep frown over her eyes. These were new faces to her. After all, Jax had slaughtered everyone who resided in the temple after Bhaal killed her. Those bhaalists she used to know from her Chosen days were no more. These had to have come from different cities, settled on the empty temple to keep killing in the name of their lord. To hunt her down. They should've never returned to Baldur's Gate.

"For a former Chosen, you sure are disappointing." A bhaalist woman spoke as she got closer, looking down at her with disdain. She looked like some kind of priestess."...I almost can't believe you killed Orin The Red."

"Untie me, and I'll show you how I did it. Lilith let out firmly, her eyes challenging. The woman chuckled faintly.

"I think not." She shook her head. "You're not here to fight... You're here to be sacrificed, kinslayer."

As the priestess finished her words, Lilith could see red light up the room they were in as they all looked behind her. She didn't need to turn around to know what it was, she knew it all too well. The giant skull's eyes shimmered brightly, a tell-tale sign on Bhaal's presence. She felt a shiver run down her spine, this was bringing up so many memories, and none of them good.

She finally turned her head towards the stoned face. She could feel the presence, she knew he was watching.

"I remember you, child." Bhaal's deep, raspy voice echoed all over the temple walls. "You, who refused me once. You, whose blood I reclaimed..." He continued as Lilith stared down at the statue with a mixture of anger and sorrow. She would not soon forget how he killed her, despite being brought back soon after. "It is an insult that you continue to draw breath, and so, you shall breathe no longer..."

Jax and Ciaran moved through the giant temple, slashing and crushing their way through any Bhaalists who dared cross their paths. Nobody was going to stop them. Nobody would keep them from getting to Lilith. They HAD to get to Lilith before anything happened to her.

As they ran through the bridge that led to the main entrance of the temple, jumping and dodging over several deadly traps, Jax's blood ran cold at the familiar sound of the Lord of Murder's voice echoing on the walls. If Bhaal was present, their plans were already nearing the end.

"Lilith." He let out quietly as he started running ever faster. He needed to get to her. Now. Ciaran ran at Jax's side. He had never heard this voice but he could guess this was nothing good. They barged in the temple and Ciaran froze at the scene for a minute, staring at the imposing giant skull. But his eyes fell on Lilith soon enough.

"Lilith!" He clenched his scimitars.

"Jax! Ciaran!" She quickly let out as soon as she heard the black-haired tiefling's voice and saw them come running down the stairs towards the altar area.

"Get her out!" Ciaran said to Jax, lunging at the bhaalists surrounding her. In truth, he wasn't sure Jax was actually listening to him, growling and already fighting off several bhaalists that immediately lunged at him. Lilith shifted on the altar, trying to get up despite her restraints.

"No." The priestess spoke calmly as she kept a close eye on the tiefling men as the others dealt with them, approaching her with a dagger in hand. "You won't be leaving the temple this time." As she finished speaking, she launched at Lilith, ready to stab her. Lilith dodged it as the blade screeched against the stone, rolling around on the stone until she fell off of the altar with a loud thud.

The priestess jumped over the altar, grabbing her as the tiefling writhed under her, headbutting her right on the nose so hard she broke it, immediately making her bleed. The woman groaned in pain, a bit dazed by the collision, which Lilith took as an opportunity to kick her in the knee, forcefully making her hit the ground in front of her, dropping the dagger. She crawled to it as quickly as she could, trying to rub on the sharp end of the blade to cut down the ropes keeping her hands tied.

The bhaalist priestess seemed to regain some of her senses back, immediately lunging at Lilith again. However, during their tussle, the tiefling managed to throw her down the chasm surrounding the altar area, hearing her screams fade away the more she fell into the abysm.

Lilith went back to trying to cut her restraints, wanting to join in on the fight. Yet, just when she was done cutting and her hands went free, another bhaalist grabbed her, a man, bigger and more muscular, effortlessly pinning her down on the cold floor, his hands tightly gripping her neck.

"You shall breathe no longer, kinslayer." He repeated part of Bhaal's words to Lilith, an unhinged look on his face. Jax spotted them as he fought, his gaze immediately darkening.

"Lils!" He called out to her as he punched and slashed at the other bhaalists attacking him, almost piling up on him and Ciaran so they couldn't get to her. He growled angrily, he would get to her one way or another.

Lilith could feel the man's hands tightening further on her throat, breathing was becoming a challenge. She clawed at his large hands, making him bleed, and yet he didn't let go. Her eyes darted to the giant skull on the wall, its eyes still glowing. She knew Bhaal was watching it all happen. Enjoying it.

"Lilith!" Ciaran called out to her too, trying to run to her as the bhaalists grabbed him.

Then, Lilith's eyes darted to the dagger on the floor. She struggled, one of her hands reaching out as the man continued applying pressure on her throat, her mind getting cloudy and her eyes closing slowly... Until her fingertips touch the cold metal of the dagger. Like it was second nature, she wrapped her fingers around the handle and quickly shot her hand towards the man, sinking the blade into the side of his neck and slashing, immediately making him bleed out on top of her as he released his grip and his heavy body dropped on top of her.

Jax and Ciaran managed to get the last bhaalist off of them. Jax pierced through them with his sword, which he practically dropped loudly on the ground as he ran towards Lilith, pulling the large man off of her, blood still spilling from his neck.

"Lils." He called her again as he inspected her body for injuries, his hands softly touching her face, then her shoulders. Her chest heaved from the effort and the air deprivation, covered in the man's blood now, but otherwise unharmed except for the bruises on her neck. Jax got off the floor, helping her up as he immediately pulled her into a tight hug, one of his hands on her back, pressing her closer, while the other tangled in her hair. Lilith's arms surrounded his waist instinctively just like they always did, letting out a relieved sigh at the comfort of his touch. Her eyes went to the giant stone skull as she hugged him, its red eyes slowly fading away.

Ciaran had approached as quickly as he could, standing still as he watched their comforting embrace, feeling a very familiar tightness in his chest at the sight of their bond, one he didn't fully feel a part of. Jax kissed Lilith's forehead as they pulled away, and she turned to face the black-haired tiefling.

"Ciaran." She let out with a soft smile, letting go of the redhead and going towards him, embracing him too, catching him a bit off guard, but immediately reacting at her touch, melting into it as his arms wrapped around her just as tightly as Jax's had done.

"Are you alright?" Ciaran asked her softly into the crook of her neck.

"Yeah, I'm alright." She told him softly still, her voice a bit strained.

The redhead watched them with a small frown, though his eyes soon darted to the giant skull. Bhaal was gone. He had failed once more.

As he allowed himself to finally relax, knowing Lilith was safe, his mind started hazing.

Lilith and Ciaran immediately pulled away when they felt Jax falling to his knees near the altar with an uncomfortable frown.

"Jax!" Lilith let out as she quickly crouched down followed by Ciaran, her hands going to the redhead's arms as she took a quick look at him, remembering the wound on his shoulder.

"I'm fine!" Jax retorted, despite the deep frown on his face. Lilith checked the wound under his clothes, noticing small black veins sprouting from the wound. Poison.

"Shit..." The female tiefling said under her breath. "We need to get back to our place." She turned to look at Ciaran. "We need an antidote."

"I probably have one." he reassured her. "I keep all sorts of things I find useful."

He slipped Jax's arm around his shoulders to help him up. "Come on, let's go."

They went through the huge temple that was now empty, no one left was there to stop them now, though Ciaran stayed alert just in case. They headed out and towards their temporary home, an abandoned house they managed to clean and make comfortable again. Ciaran kept an eye on both of them along the way, he couldn't afford to lose them. He pushed the door of their place, helping Jax carefully to the bed. He didn't need to tell Lilith to stay beside Jax, he knew that's what she was going to do. He went through his bag, looking for anything that could cure Jax from the poison. He grabbed a vial, unsure.

"This might work..."

"Let me see." Lilith said as she approached him. She was no stranger to poisoned blades or arrows, so she had a bit of knowledge on what worked and what didn't. Ciaran handed her the vial as she inspected the small label on it. "Yes, this should do it."

She grabbed a few more things before the two of them returned to Jax's side. The redhead was still frowning at the uncomfortable feeling in his shoulder, starting to feel numb, yet his skin also felt as if it was burning, his body drenched in sweat now. He wasn't one to show much emotion when it came to these things, but Lilith was sure it had to hurt.

She pulled his armor off as carefully as she could with Ciaran's help, leaving him shirtless so she could get to the wound easier, and keeping him sitting down so she could reach both sides of it.

"Drink it." She told the wounded tiefling as she handed him the antidote vial. Jax did as she told him and gulped it in one quick go, his nose furrowing slightly at the bitter taste. "I need to clean the wound, it's probably gonna sting like hells." She warned him now, while Jax simply gave her a knowing nod.

She dampened a gauze in alcohol, pressing it against the front side of the wound first as she gently held onto him. Jax immediately sucked in air through gritted teeth, feeling the sting, a faint groan escaped his lips as he sighed, his frown deepening almost as if he was upset about it actually hurting.

"You probably spread the toxin around by moving so much." She stated now, using her free hand to touch his forehead to check his temperature. "You've got a fever."

"I'm fine." Jax repeated as he had done earlier, brushing it off. "Besides, I wasn't going to stand around while you were-" He was interrupted by Lilith pressing another gauze on the other side of his wound, groaning at the feeling once more.

"I know." She replied, focused, yet a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, both of you." She told them now as her eyes darted to Ciaran.

He looked away, fidgeting with his pendant. He was feeling guilty. When he found her again after everything she and Jax had been through, he promised himself he would never let anything happen to her again. Yet today the Bhaalists took her and almost killed her.

"I'm sorry. I should have never left your side."

"I didn't." Jax pointed out, reminding him rather than arguing, allowing Lilith to wrap some bandages to cover up his wound. "That fucking shapeshifter distracted me..."

"He fooled me too." Lilith smiled at him knowingly, then her eyes went to Ciaran again as she finished off with the bandages. "After all, they knew I would trust Ciaran..." She said to give the black-haired tiefling the information he was lacking, then diverted her gaze to the redhead once more. "They just didn't know how well you've come to know him..." She told Jax now, purposely giving him an amused grin. Jax rolled his eyes.

A faint smile tugged at Ciaran's lips. He went to fetch some water and plunged some clean cloth in it, holding it then to Jax's forehead to bring the fever down.

"So you mean to say I'm distracting ?" he teased the redhead.

Jax immediately pulled his face away, gripping Ciaran's wrist and taking the cloth with his other hand to do it himself, pressing the fabric on his own forehead.

"Not in the way you're thinking, shithead." He retorted, feeling a bit too tired to argue properly like he would usually do. Lilith gave Ciaran an amused smile.

"Come on, lay down." She told the redhead now as she softly guided him to rest on the mattress. Jax sighed, a little annoyed with it all, not quite fully enjoying being taken care of like this. A part of him liked it, given it was just another excuse for him to get Lilith's attention, but the more prideful part of him hated being treated as if he was weak in some way.

Lilith got off the bed to throw the now bloodied gauzes away and put everything back in its place. Then, she headed to the bathroom for a moment. She still was covered in blood from slashing that bhaalist's neck, she almost had forgotten about it by being so focused on Jax.

So, she picked up a clean cloth and wetted it on the sink, cleaning her skin a bit.

When she came into the room, she noticed Jax had already closed his eyes, the antidote probably starting to take effect and making him feel good enough to fully relax. Ciaran, however, was still sitting down, still fidgeting with his pendant like he did before, almost lost in thought.

She crawled back on the bed, moving in between the two tiefling men as she always did, but especially today, since she couldn't lay on Jax's left side, since it was the wounded one.

"Let's get some rest." She told Ciaran as she reached out for him, waiting for him to lay down as well so they could properly position each other.

He lay down close to her, wrapping his arms around her. He let out a relieved sigh, reassured to have her safe and sound in his arms and comfortable feeling her this close. He closed his eyes but didn't sleep much, tormented by the thought of losing her that didn't leave him, tormented by his feelings and the pain in his chest reminding him she would never be his.

Come morning, he woke up first from the little sleep he had, looking at Lilith. He pressed a soft kiss on her cheek and got up, heading to the bathroom. He cleaned himself, washing all the blood and filth away. When he came back, both Lilith and Jax were waking up.

Almost immediately, Lilith's eyes darted towards the redhead, hovering over him as she placed her palm over his forehead. Jax furrowed his nose slightly, still not fully awake nor fully processing what she was doing, yet he allowed her to, slowly coming to remember what had happened the day before. He no longer had a fever.

"I'm fine, Lils." He spoke lazily with a small smirk, his voice a bit hoarse from sleeping.

"Seems like it." She smiled at him, moving her hand to his bandage and lifting it carefully, taking a look at the wound under it, which seemed to be looking better, the dark veins around it had disappeared, a sign that the antidote had worked. Ciaran's heart clenched in his chest at the sight of them. He should've been used to it by now, but... He wasn't. As close as he was with them, with Lilith, it never seemed as close as they were to each other.

Lilith gave Jax a quick kiss before she jumped over him, exiting the bed and finally locking eyes with Ciaran, noticing he had just taken a shower. Not a bad idea, given she still had some blood on her. She approached him on her way to the bathroom, placing a soft kiss on his cheek while Jax stretched out on the bed.

"Morning." She told him, giving him a small, calm smile. The bruises on her neck had become more apparent now, same as the bruises around her wrists and arms from being tied up tightly.

"Morning..." his fingers brushed the bruises on her neck. He was still blaming himself for not being around her to protect her from this. He shouldn't have left her side in the middle of the city.

"How are you feeling ?" he asked.

"I'm okay, Ciaran." She reassured him as her hand caressed his cheek. She knew him well enough now to know exactly what he was thinking, to know he was putting the blame on himself, like he always did. She was truly fine, they were just bruises, she had had worse wounds in the past, far worse.

"You going to shower?" Jax asked her as he sat by the edge of the bed. Lilith turned her head slightly in his direction, as they watched a wide grin spread across his face. "...Can I join?"

"No." Lilith told him with an ironic smile, turning a bit more. "I'd rather have a normal, relaxing shower."

"Oh, I'd help you relax alright..." The redhead teased. Lilith chuckled faintly.

"You take it easy today, tiger." She told him. "I won't take long." She added as she turned to fully face Ciaran again, giving his cheek another gentle caress before she headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Ciaran sat on the bed, fidgeting with his pendant. He was still thinking about how he almost lost her... He wouldn't be able to keep going if something had happened to her. Doesn't that mean he should at least... Be honest with her ? She deserved to know... How he felt. Even if he hated having any feelings for anyone, he couldn't just keep ignoring them all his life, even if he had hoped he could. He was terrified of admitting it out loud, but he had to, now.

"Jax..." he turned to face him. "I have to... I'm going to tell her how I feel about her."

Jax turned his head towards him slightly, his eyes quickly scanning his expression while his own formed a frown.

"...What?" He let out, almost as if he had to make sure he had heard him correctly. Tell Lilith how he felt? He had not considered this scenario up until just now. In truth, he didn't want to.

Ciaran took a deep breath, as if saying those words was taking all his strength.

"I... love her." he paused, slowly realizing what he just said. He hated it so much. "She deserves to know."

Jax clicked his tongue with annoyance as soon as Ciaran confirmed what he dreaded he would, looking away from him and getting up from the bed, giving him his back. He couldn't be serious, surely. It was already bad enough to have to share Lilith with him. To enjoy her presence and her body like he had done for many, many years on his own... But to love her, just like he did? Her love was meant for him. Only him. Was he supposed to share that now, too?

He turned his head slightly before he spoke, his fists clenching tightly.

"What are you trying to do...?" The redhead questioned, his tone starting to get a bit harsher as he spoke. "What do you expect to happen once you tell her that, huh?" He asked him as he turned to look down at him, his red eyes shimmering. "It won't change anything, you know that, right?"

Ciaran looked away, swallowing hard. "I know." He knew all too well who Lilith loved, he saw their deep connection every day. He would never be a part of it. He knew it. He fell in love with the only person that would never feel the same way as he did.

"Then why the fuck would you want to tell her?" Jax questioned as he crossed his arms now. If he could manage to stop this from happening, he certainly would. "You knew the deal." He reminded him. "Lils likes you, sure... But she is mine. She has always been mine." He chose to say.

What he truly meant to say was that Lilith loved him, and he loved her. More than anything. And the mere thought of somebody else sharing that same love with her made his chest ache in a way that made him boil with anger.

He could not blame Ciaran for loving her. Hells, he understood that better than anyone. But this whole thing made his head reel with many questions, many possibilities he didn't want to deal with, ever. Because he knew Lilith well, better than anyone, in fact. Better than Ciaran knew her for now. She was the only reason Ciaran was with them in the first place, so he was fairly certain he knew how she felt about all of this.

What if she... No. She wouldn't. She would never.

He shook his thoughts away before he spoke again.

"You're wasting your time."

"...Yeah. Probably." He was right, for sure. There was no point in telling her. Maybe it would even make things worse. Maybe she wouldn't want him around anymore. He stood up and grabbed his scimitars, heading out without looking at Jax. He walked through the forest, his heart tearing up in his chest with each step. He didn't even know what to do to feel better. Probably nothing would shake the feeling off. He sat by a spot he recently liked by the river, dropping his weapons next to him. He wished nothing of this would have ever happened. These... feelings. Now he couldn't even bring himself to stay away from Lilith. What would be the point without her ? What would he be doing ? Thinking about her from afar would be even worse than being close to her. Even if seeing Lilith and Jax everyday was so painful... At least he got to be close to her.

Lilith was now out of the shower, staring at herself in the mirror, a bit foggy from the heat of the water, but still visible enough to see herself. The bruises on her neck were definitely very visible. But as she stared at her own reflection in the mirror, the bruises were not what were bothering her.

She could still hear his voice. Bhaal. She could remember his words. She almost could still feel his presence, even after their bond as creator and creation was severed. She would never be truly free of him, would she? If the Lord of Murder, a god, sough after her death, how could she hope to have a normal life?

What would have happened if Ciaran didn't have an antidote for Jax? Would she have lost him? All because he came to save her. What if Ciaran had gotten wounded too? What if she had lost them both because of this... curse. This cursed life she had no matter how hard she tried to escape it.

The thoughts gnawed at her mind, where they would stay as long as she could keep them. She didn't want to worry Jax and Ciaran, she had done more than enough already.

She took a long, deep sigh before she exited the bathroom, immediately noticing Jax was alone in the room.

"Where's Ciaran?"

"He left." Jax let out almost nonchalantly. But Lilith caught the slight hesitation in his eyes, the way they darted away from her as if he feared she'd see right through them. And she did.

"Jax, where is he?" She insisted now as she approached him.

"Don't know. Don't care." He shrugged as he crossed his arms over his chest, his red eyes locking with hers as he tried to keep a firm stare this time. "He didn't like what I had to say, so he left." At his words, Lilith clicked her tongue. Not this again.

"...What did you do this time?" She questioned with a frown.

"I didn't do anything, Lilith." The redhead snarled softly, bothered by her accusation, even though he was aware he hadn't been the nicest to the other male tiefling. "Why do you assume it's my fault?"

"Because you're the one picking up fights whenever you can." Lilith retorted firmly. Jax had to hold down another snarl, his lip twitching with annoyance.

"You're too soft with him." He argued, looking away. "You're making him say stupid shit."

"What stupid shit?" Lilith wondered, her hands going to her hips as she waited for his answer. Jax shifted uncomfortably on his spot. He had overspoken, he didn't want to talk about this. He didn't want her to know this. "Jax." She said firmly, urging him to talk. The redhead growled.

"He started talking about his damn feelings..." Jax finally told her, rolling his eyes as he finished his sentence. "Told him it was a waste of fucking time."

Lilith stayed quiet for a moment, her eyes widening ever so slightly as she listened to him. Feelings? What feelings, exactly? Ciaran wasn't one to talk about his feelings. Hells, he barely ever accepted having any, much like Jax. And if she knew Jax as well as she believed she did, this didn't have to do with him. This was about her.

"...I'm gonna go find him." She stated with a tired sigh as she started heading for the door.

"Leave him be." Jax sighed with annoyance. "Why do you care?"

"Because I do." Lilith replied harsher than she intended as she turned back to look at him. Jax frowned. "....Stay here and rest, please." She spoke softer now, regretting her previous tone immediately, turning towards the door and opening it.

"Lilith." Jax called her. Despite his bad temper, he didn’t want her to leave feeling upset with him. She stopped on her tracks, waiting. "I..." He struggled for a moment.

Lilith wasn't sure what Ciaran and him had talked about, but she knew it had to do with his feelings for her. Jax likely shut him down immediately, hurting him in the process. Knowing Jax, he probably feared the implications of it, even if he would never admit it.

"I understand." She told him before he could say anything. "Don't worry." With that, she exited their makeshift home.

She had a vague idea of where she could find Ciaran. He had told her about a spot near the river, somewhere new he wanted to show her. She walked through the thick forest until she noticed a clearing in the distance, leaving the forest behind as she spotted the river. She looked around, finally noticing Ciaran's figure sitting under a tree. His gaze seemed... lost.

"Ciaran..." She called out to him softly as she approached.

His heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice. Why was she here? Why her? Why now?...

But his face was stoic as he turned to her, getting up.

"Lilith?... Is everything alright?" His tone was soft like always with her, but firmer than usual. He had to bury everything inside again.

"I should be the one asking you that." Lilith continued speaking softly and calmly, a faint, knowing smile on her lips as she got closer to him, her hand reaching out for his arm.

She knew this conversation wasn't going to be easy for either of them. Even if she had become more open with her emotions, she still struggled, and she knew Ciaran struggled even more.

Ciaran stared at her wondering, had Jax said anything to her ? His heart twisted painfully. He scanned her face, trying to know. What would happen if she knew ? He didn't want to go away- to be away from her. Anything but that. His fingers ran over her arm softly.

"I'm alright." He was far from that. Images of her with Jax weren't leaving his mind, reminding him she would never be his. She would never love him. He would never have what they had. And he hated this, hated himself for feeling like this. He wanted everything to just go away.

Lilith had come to know him, and know him well. He was far too similar to her not to. She could see the pain in his eyes, even when he tried to keep a stoic expression.

"You don't need to lie, Ciaran." She told him bluntly, yet still keeping a gentle, soothing voice as her hand moved to his face now, cupping it softly. "Not to me, anyway..." She assured him. "Tell me what's wrong."

He didn't want to talk, didn't want to feel. He melted in her touch, this was the only thing that felt right. His hands moved on their own to Lilith's waist, pulling her closer as his lips crashed against hers, pulling her into a rough kiss.

Lilith immediately reciprocated. She knew what he was doing, avoiding talking about it, trying to distract himself from whatever feelings had him uncomfortable. She knew that trick well, she had used it before too.

They continued kissing for a bit, letting him find the comfort he needed before she pulled away, kissing his cheek.

"Ciaran, talk to me." She told him again, her hands resting on his shoulders. She didn't want to bring up what Jax had said, what she thought this was all about. She wanted him to express it himself, even if she knew it was hard for him to do. "You wouldn't have left if something wasn't bothering you..."

Ciaran sighed softly, he shouldn't have said anything, he should have kept behaving like he was always behaving.

"I... just needed to get some air. I'm fine." he lied. He was too scared of telling her, too scared of losing her. Jax was right, at best it wouldn't change anything. But at worst she wouldn't want him around anymore.

Lilith watched him look away from her, clearly struggling with his own thoughts. Stubborn man.

"Stop it, Ciaran." She told him more firmly, letting go of him now, which quickly caught his attention again at the loss of her touch. "I'm not a fool. Do you think I don't know what you're doing?" She questioned now, yet his eyes left her again, not daring to face her. She clicked her tongue softly. "Fine then, be that way." She said as she frowned at his behaviour, turning away. "As if one emotionally closed-off man wasn't enough..." She complained out loud as she started walking away.

He felt his chest tighten painfully.

"Wait-" he grabbed her arm, stopping her. "Don't go..." he wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding onto her like she was the only thing stopping him from falling apart. "I just... I can't lose you..." he held her tightly. "I can't..." It was the first time he was showing himself so vulnerable around her. That mattered little now. If he let her go, he knew he'd lose her for good.

Lilith's hands went over his arms, tightly keeping her in place.

"Ciaran, if this is about what happened yesterday..." She spoke softer again, trying to understand just what he was thinking. "It wasn't your fault. You know that."

Had he gotten so scared yesterday that he now feared something would take her away from him? Was that what this was all about... Or was there something else?

"No, it's..." He closed his eyes tight, putting his forehead against her shoulder. "Lilith..." he tried to look for the right words, but there wasn't an easy answer here. "I... am in love with you." he kept holding her tight, afraid she'll run away from him now. "I know how you feel about Jax... I know you two are... I know you love each other." Each word felt like daggers twisting through his heart. "But I love you. I tried not to but...It's just like trying not to breathe."

Lilith stayed quiet for a moment, letting those words sink in, her eyes slightly widened. Her hands stopped caressing his arms as she thought, a bit frozen in place. This was what he was so terrified to tell her. This was what made Jax shut him down. Of course. It made so much sense now.

"I'm sorry..." he added, in a barely audible voice.

When she heard him apologize, it made her react.

"Ciaran..." She called him as she turned around in his arms so she could properly look at him. "Why are you sorry?" She asked, her hands moving to his face once more. "You didn't do anything wrong..."

"Because... It's going to change everything, isn't it ?" he placed one of his hands on hers. "Why would you still want me around ?..."

Lilith couldn't contain the sad frown that formed on her face.

"...What are you talking about?" She asked him. Why would she NOT want him around after that? Stupid man. Did he really not realize? "Ciaran... I love you too." She told him, then chuckled dryly. She almost couldn't believe she was able to say it so freely. But it felt easy when it came to him and Jax. "Dumbass..." She called him, though her way of saying it was far softer than how the redhead tiefling usually used that nickname with him. "Do you know how hard it is for me to trust someone else? To allow them to truly see me like you and Jax have?" She questioned, trying to make him understand how stubborn he was being. How needless it was for him to worry so much. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't love you."

Ciaran blinked, looking at her, trying to process her words. "You...do ?..." He spent so much time thinking it was a one sided love he hadn't even considered this was a possibility. It didn't feel real right now. His heart beat faster as he kept replaying her words in his mind.

"Of course I do." Lilith told him as she caressed his face. "Why would I not?" She questioned, trying to make him realize how ridiculous the situation was. "You've done nothing but care for me all this time… I'm not made of stone, you know?"

It took a moment for him to realize what was happening, and even then, he wasn't sure it was real. He cupped her face with one hand, like touching her would prove him she was real. He tilted her chin up, gently pressing his lips on hers. He could feel her warmth- she was there, she was real, and she loved him back.

Lilith moved her arms to surround his neck, gladly reciprocating the kiss. Deepening it, even.

She knew their situation was... Complicated. She had two men who loved her, and she loved them right back. She didn't want to think about who loved the other more or better, that didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were all in agreement, even if there was the occasional tension between the two male tieflings.

The idea that Ciaran thought she didn't care for him all this time gnawed at her mind. That he thought she would quickly discard him if he dared to feel anything for her. She should've been more clear. She wouldn't make that mistake again.

She pressed herself even closer to him, her fingers tangling in the back of his dark hair as they continued kissing.

A small content sigh escaped his lips. He tried to push away his feelings for so long. It felt so right to be with her, to touch her, to love her, to feel her warmth. His fingers traced along her ribs to her waist, holding her close, deepening the kiss. His lips parted a bit more, asking for more access, and his tongue went and caressed hers when she granted it.

Lilith moaned softly into the kiss, letting herself melt into it for a moment as their tongues danced around each other. When they pulled away, both of them almost breathless, she stared at him for a moment, at the way he looked at her. The love and need in his eyes.

Then, suddenly, she pushed him back, making him stumble and fall on his ass to the ground.

"Idiot." She told him as she leaned down, crawling on top of him until she was on all fours hovering over him, her hands at each side of his head. "Didn't think I'd have to prove anything to you..." She spoke calmly, yet almost as if she was reprimanding him for his doubts. Her bright white eyes shimmered mischievously. "...But I guess I'll have to make sure you won't doubt me again."

One of her hands traveled down his body, slowly caressing him over his clothes in its path down. She lowered her face to kiss his cheek, then his jawline, then his neck, biting down on it at the same time as her wandering hand started caressing over his crotch.

He groaned softly, his dick getting hard as soon as she started caressing over his crotch. He tilted his head on the side, giving her full access to his neck. He slipped his hands under her clothes, tracing his fingers on her hips.

Lilith shivered slightly as he made contact with her skin, leaving kisses and bites all over his neck, using her tongue to soothe the marks she left behind, making him groan. She stopped caressing his crotch momentarily as she worked on lifting his shirt up and off of him, her fingers caressing his chest and abdomen before her hand returned to its previous spot, feeling the very obvious bulge that had grown in size rather quickly, as she went to kiss him again, roughly and hungrily, biting down on his lower lip as she pulled away.

Ciaran quickly pulled her dress over her head, tossing it to the side and pulled her again into an hungry kiss, his hands exploring her body, feeling each detail, each curve, each scar, teasing her, stroking the base of her tail a little before reaching her breasts. He caressed them a bit, gently twisting her nipples between his fingers while he broke the kiss and went to bite her neck softly. Lilith moaned softly at every touch and caress he gave her, biting her lip at the same time he bit her neck, letting out a pleased hum.

She quickly pressed him against the ground and away from her neck, lowering herself as she moved down, pulling his pants along with her, his dick springing free as soon as the fabric was off of it, already leaking precum.

She softly moved the palm of her hand over it, up and down, teasing him, her eyes watching his every move and expression, listening for every little sound coming out of his lips.

His hips arched as soon as she touched him, his legs instinctively parting a little bit more. He bit his lip trying to contain himself but he couldn't help little noises of pleasure escaping his lips from time to time.

Soon enough, her hand wrapped around him, moving up and down on him as she stroked him at a steady pace, her other hand caressing his body and her lips teasingly leaving soft kisses on his hips or around his thighs, close to where he wanted her, but never close enough.

Each stroke sent a wave of pleasure in his body, but the teasing left him wanting more. He groaned, his whole body eager for more.

"Fuck, Lils... stop torturing me..."

Lilith smiled as she heard him, her hand movements continuing as she got dangerously close to where he wanted her.

"Fine..." She let out before finally taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip as she took him further, tasting him, humming at the feeling.

She moved up and down on him, using her hand to fully cover his length, her other hand still caressing his body, her nails softly scratching his abdomen.

Ciaran groaned louder, his fingers tangled in her hair. His chest was moving quickly up and down, his whole body filled with pleasant sensations. Feeling her tongue, the warmth of her mouth, it was driving him crazy. As she went, he started to feel the familiar feeling of warmth building in his stomach. His tail wrapped around her arm on its own.

"Lils, I'm close..."

But as soon as he said that, Lilith pulled him out of her mouth, raising her head up slightly to look at him.

"Not yet." She told him as she licked her lips.

She got up momentarily, pulling her panties down and discarding them near them, then lowering down on him once more, straddling him, her hands resting on his chest and her cunt pressing against his length while she simply sat on him, feeling him twitch under her.

She leaned down, kissing him again.

He hummed against her lips, reciprocating the kiss hungrily, his hands caressing her body and going down her cunt, looking for her entrance.

"I want you..." he whispered on her lips.

"Do you, now...?" She teased, giving him another quick kiss before she leaned back up, her hands caressing his shoulders and chest before she rested them there, her hips starting to softly rock back and forth, her cunt rubbing against his dick with each movement, making herself moan softly, yet not taking him in just yet. "Hmmm, I don't know... I'm not done torturing you just yet."

"Fuck..." he held her hips, tilting his head back as a deep groan escaped his throat. He felt like he was going to lose his mind, feeling her wet cunt moving against his dick, hearing her moan on top of him. A lot of precum was leaking, being as aroused as he was.

"I can't hold it for long, fuck..."

"That's too bad..." Lilith smirked, biting her lower lip as she looked down at him, only to increase her pace, leaning back slightly and placing her hands behind her, resting on his thighs now, her hips rolling and her wet cunt stroking him. She knew he wasn't going to be able to stop himself, and she didn't want him to either.

He held her hips tighter, burying his fingers in her skin. He was panting underneath her, curling his tail around her leg. He couldn't bear it anymore, the feeling of her slick cunt stroking him, the vision of her on top of him.

"Lils-" he groaned her name and came - a lot- between her legs. He held onto her tightly as he came, bruising her hips.

Lilith slowed her movements as he twitched and released under her, coming to a stop once she felt his body relax, leaning back down to get close to his face again, one of her hands caressing his cheek.

"My darling Ciaran..." She talked to him tenderly. "Did you enjoy that?" She asked, placing soft kisses all over his face.

He simply nodded, still recovering from his high. Once he did, he locked eyes with her, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

"Now..."

He flipped her over, finding himself on top of her now.

"My turn." he leaned down to kiss her, caressing her breasts again.

Lilith smiled into the kiss, humming softly as he felt him touch her. She was well aware they were nowhere near done yet.

Ciaran broke the kiss and moved to kiss her cheek, her jawline, her neck, biting it, sucking at her skin to leave love bites on his path before going further down, taking her nipple in his mouth. He played with it, twirling his tongue around it, slightly biting it, one hand on the other breast, while his other hand moved down to her cunt and started caressing her.

Lilith moaned, already far too aroused by what she had done with him moments before, knowing how wet she already was for him. She kept her hands on him, one tangling on the back of his hair as he moved down on her body, while the other went over the hand he had over her breast. Ciaran moved down again, biting and sucking at her skin, leaving a trail of marks on her skin, kissing her stomach, then kissing just above her cunt, to finally go down between her legs, licking and sucking at her clit, gently spreading her legs for better access.

Lilith moaned again, her back arching slightly at the pleasurable feeling, pressing against him to feel him even closer. She willingly opened her legs further, silently granting him more space to work on her, both her hands on his hair now, tugging unconsciously from it. She bit her lip as she looked down at him, the sight of him between her legs doing nothing to calm down her increasing arousal.

He hummed against her cunt, sucking a bit harder, determined to make her cum too. He looked up at her, drinking in every expression on her face, every sound she made. His warm tongue kept going over her clit, stroking her, while his hands slightly caressed her thighs.

Lilith threw her head back with a whine as he hummed against her sensitive skin, feeling that familiar sensation building up in her stomach, his tongue movements bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Ciaran... I- I'm-..." She struggled to say as he continued, making her moan again, her body instinctively writhing under him, her legs trembling as she reached her orgasm, feeling herself clenching and releasing.

He stopped when he felt her orgasm finish and kissed her body all the way up to her cheek, giving her a soft smile. He cupped her cheek with his hand, stroking her skin with his thumb.

"How are you feeling ?"

She took a second before she replied, catching her breath. Then, she let out a pleased sigh as her eyes fully locked with his.

"...Not done yet if that's what you're asking."

"Perfect." he said with a small smirk. He gave her a second to breathe, then kissed her gently, stroking her cheek lovingly. His hand went down to caress her body again, her cunt too, even though she didn't need more stimulation for how wet she was. Him neither, being hard again just by giving her pleasure. She whimpered slightly as he touched her again, feeling slightly sensitive still, even though she was very ready to continue and so was him, by the look of things. She surrounded his neck with her arms, pulling him deeper into the kiss, hungry yet lovingly.

He reciprocated the kiss as deeply as her, gently stroking her waist with one hand, the other holding his dick to her entrance, slightly rubbing the tip of it against her cunt, teasing her. He bit his lip, feeling how wet she was for him, and gently pushed himself inside her.

Lilith moaned into his mouth, pulling away from the kiss just slightly to look into his eyes, their lips still brushing, feeling him slide into her to his full length. She whimpered again, the feeling of fullness alone made her mind hazy, wanting him to start moving already. She pulled him closer against her, kissing his shoulder softly, then headed to his neck, where she bit down harder.

He groaned softly at the feeling of her cunt surrounding his dick on top of her biting, and started to move gently at first, then a bit faster, hungry for more.

Lilith's legs wrapped around his hips, pressing him harder against her, her tail also curling around his leg as he thrusted, feeling him as deep as he could go every time he entered fully, hitting that sweet spot that made her body tremble. She buried her face on the crook of his neck, moaning and whimpering for him, enjoying every little movement he made against her.

Ciaran gripped her waist more firmly, thrusting deeper and harder, a low groan escaping his lips as he did. Her cunt felt so good around him. He drank in every sound she made, making him lose his mind. He tilted her head up, eager to see her expression as he went.

Lilith locked eyes with him, and that almost sent her over the edge. The way he looked above her, with so much love and need in his eyes, mixed with every thrust and caress he gave her felt like she was going to lose her mind. Gods, how did this man think she did not love him was beyond her.

"I'm so close..." She told him softly, almost breathlessly, as she got closer to his ear to whisper. "...Harder." She moaned for him.

"Fuck..." Her voice only increased his arousal that was already at its peak. He granted her wish, thrusting harder. He felt her tightening around him, sending him closer to the edge.

"Fuck, I'm going to..." he moved faster, his hand going to her clit, stimulating her here as well. He pushed deeper inside her and came with a low groan, filling her with his seed.

Lilith writhed underneath him, moaning louder as he increased his thrusts and touched her, fully sending her over the edge, her legs shaking and her walls clenching around him as he came inside her. Her chest heaved up and down with exhaustion, but satisfaction coated her expression, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she panted.

"...Gods." She let out weakly, turning her head to place a kiss on his cheek.

He lay down next to her, breathless. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, kissing her cheek.

"God, you're amazing..." he said, one of his hands resting in her hair. Lilith let out a soft hum.

"You're not so bad yourself..." She teased, watching him smirk faintly. Her expression softened as she continued looking at him, her hand going to caress his face. "...How do you feel now?" She asked, but not referring to their recent activities.

He leaned in her touch, sighing softly. "I don't want this to end..." he replied, slowly coming back to reality. He held her tighter, resting his forehead on hers. For some reason, he was scared he was going to lose it all when they would go back home.

"Nothing's going to end." She told him, gently nuzzling her nose against his. "We're still all in this together... And I have no intention of letting anyone go." She tried to reassure him as her thumb softly caressed his cheek. "Not Jax. And not you either." She told him as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

He gave her a soft smile and kissed her tenderly. These feelings were all new to him, but for once, they didn't hurt. It felt good, even.

"I love you, Lils..."

Lilith smiled fully, her sharp teeth showing. It wasn't only the fact of him loving her that warmed her heart, but the fact that he didn't feel as scared about it anymore. It felt nice to know he was slowly opening up with her.

"And I love you too, Ran." She told him, giving him his own nickname.

He smiled at the nickname and kissed her cheek. He loved seeing her like this, he wanted to protect that smile at all costs. He buried his face in her shoulder, drinking in her perfume.

"Mh... Do we have to go back ?" He could stay like this forever, she was the only thing he needed.

"We should..." Lilith chuckled faintly. "Jax is probably not happy right now..." She pointed out. She could only imagine what was going through the redhead tiefling's mind right now. She knew he was probably waiting for them to return. For her to return.

"Yeah..." He gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "Should I go fetch an armor before ?" he joked, referring to the danger he was going to be in around Jax. He picked up their clothes, handing her her dress.

Lilith chuckled at his words as she took her clothes, starting to dress up.

"Let me handle him." She told him as she got on her feet and approached him, a small smirk showing on her lips. "I know my way around a stubborn man, after all." She teased, knowing her statement worked for both him and Jax.

He got dressed as well and looked at her with a smirk. "Yeah, Jax is stubborn." he said, leaving himself out of the picture. He kissed her softly, thinking he might as well enjoy it now to give Jax a break later. He laced his fingers with hers, starting to walk towards their place. "Come on, let's go."

Even though she had told Jax to rest before she left, Lilith was sure he wouldn't have slept a single minute. Not while knowing she was out looking for Ciaran. Not when he knew feelings were involved in their conversation.

As soon as she opened the door to their home, followed closely by Ciaran, she spotted Jax standing there, his arms tightly crossed over his chest, his eyes already focused on her. His expression was serious, a deep frown decorating his face. He had showered, his skin and clothes freshly clean, the bandages she had put on him now gone, his wound exposed but looking healthier.

For someone else, Jax might've looked fairly normal, just an intimidating man in general. But Lilith knew better. He was like a strained, tensed up bowstring, just about to snap. The moment she saw his eyes dart towards Ciaran, she knew things were going to move quick.

A deep, angered growl crawled from Jax's throat as his hand shot up in the other male tiefling's direction, grabbing at his armor as he pushed him against the door he had barely just closed behind him. His eyes scanned his appearance, noticing the red marks on his otherwise grey skin, bites and hickeys. His red eyes snapped towards Lilith beside them, noticing her bruised neck now had new red marks as well. His lip twitched with barely contained anger, turning back to Ciaran in front of him.

"...Happy, are we?" He snarled, the irony in his words barely perceivable through the fury. "Did you get what you fucking wanted, huh?"

"Jax-" Lilith called him.

"No!" Jax cut her immediately, making her frown. "I know what he's trying to do..." He told her, though his eyes were still on the black-haired man, shimmering with anger. "You're not taking her away from me. Ever... Do you hear me?" He told Ciaran directly now, his words thrown off like daggers.

"I'm not trying to take her away from you." he responded calmly. "And it's not her plan either." He put his hand on top of Jax's hand that was holding him, encouraging him to let go. "If you don't trust me, trust her."

Jax's eyes darted across his face, almost as if he was trying to figure out if he was being sincere or not, yet his grip didn't loosen quite yet.

"Jax." Lilith called him a second time, one of her hands reaching to touch his shoulder. This time, his head turned towards her, locking eyes. Lilith could see the deep frown in his face twitching, like he was unsure how to proceed, unsure how he should react. "Let Ciaran go." She told him softly, her other hand going over theirs now.

This time, Jax loosened his grip on Ciaran's armor, releasing him as Lilith guided him towards her, her hands tangling with his gently, trying to calm down the tension in his body.

"You do still trust me, don't you?" She asked him calmly. Jax shifted uncomfortably on his spot, looking away from her. He knew what he wanted to say, and yet, he hesitated. Lilith's expression turned into a small frown to match his own, realizing this really did affect him more than he let on. "Jax, look at me." She told him now.

The redhead locked eyes with her again, straightening up his posture as he exhaled through his nose. Nothing Lilith hadn't seen before. He was too prideful to show any vulnerability when someone other than her was in the room.

"... I trust you." He finally told her. "Only you." He specified, his eyes darting towards Ciaran for just a moment before they went right back to her. He couldn't trust him. Not fully. His mind wouldn't let him.

"I love you." Lilith told him, firmly and genuinely. "You know I do." She insisted as she watched his shoulders relax a bit at her words.

She let go of one of his hands to offer her hand up to Ciaran instead. The dark-haired tiefling hesitated for a second, unsure, but soon enough grabbed her hand, approaching them. Jax watched their every movement, trying to figure out what Lilith was trying to do.

"I would never leave you, or replace you..." She told the redhead now with a small smile, then took a look at Ciaran. "You both are important to me." She told them, squeezing their hands a bit, her gaze now lowering to the floor beneath them, her expression a bit more somber. "And I know this isn't fair for either of you... But I refuse to let either of you go. I can't." She confessed, her gaze rising again to look at each of them.

Ciaran gently squeezed her hand, locking eyes with her. "And you don't have to. I just want you to be happy, nothing else matters." his gaze moved to Jax and he struggled for a minute, not as willing to open up around him than around Lilith, especially with what happened last time he tried. "Look... I know how you feel." he managed to say. "But I know you want the same thing for Lilith. And I'm not stealing her from you, I am not leaving anywhere with her, she's still here, with you. She loves you."

Jax shifted on his feet again, clearly not comfortable with all this emotional talk. His face didn't tell much, his frown had remained the same for a while, so it was difficult to truly tell what was inside his mind. His eyes locked with Lilith's again before he spoke.

"Is this truly what you want?" He asked, his gaze softening slightly. "Because you know this isn't... Easy, for me." He pointed out. Lilith knew him well, knew how possessive he was. This was a struggle. "I would do anything for you. But sharing you... Not just your body now, but your heart as well..." His lip twitched at the mere thought of it, trying to contain how badly he wanted to snarl and rage.

"Jax..." Lilith spoke, letting go of his hand so she could cradle his face instead. "My heart is yours. It has always been." She reminded him, taking a look at Ciaran and giving him a reassuring smile before she looked at the redhead again. "I'm just asking you to allow Ciaran to care for it too."

She knew Jax wouldn't fully accept it, he needed time. Time to process and get used to things. Lilith knew he wouldn't leave her side, just like she knew she wouldn't leave his.

Though clearly still not fully happy, Jax let out a long exhale through his nose, relaxing a bit. Then, his bright red eyes landed on Ciaran.

"You better not fuck this up." He told him firmly. "There is not a fucking corner in any world nor dimension where I won't find you if you end up hurting her... I hope you know that, shithead."

"Right back at you, dumbass."

He slightly squeezed Lilith's hand, refraining from doing more, considerate of Jax who probably needed some more time to process everything.

"Now..." Jax let out slowly until he suddenly pulled Lilith towards him, pressing her against his body, one of his hands immediately going to rest on the base of her tail. "If you're both done being sappy... I think it's my turn to devour you." He told Lilith, his gaze immediately shifting into a more lustful one, except for when he looked back at Ciaran. "You, fuck off for a while." He told him as he gestured to the door with his head.

Ciaran raised an eyebrow. "Well since you asked so nicely..." He sighed. He tilted Lilith's head towards him and kissed her softly, pressing a last kiss to her forehead before giving her a soft smile and heading out.

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