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Dessert
Host used his keys to unlock the front door to his home before he and Night walked in. They both laughed as they discussed what had just happened, still finding it amusing how some of the others had worked together to get them on a date.
“For someone who has been retired for several years, Wilford still knows how to organize a plan too well.” Host chuckled as he tapped his finger against the ceramic bowl on a small table next to the door before placing his keys inside it.
“That he can.” Night hummed his agreement, going up behind Host and pressing a soft kiss to his jaw as he started slipping his hands under his coat and guiding it off his shoulders.
“I think I can manage removing my own coat, moonflower.” Host chuckled, using the new pet name he had thought of not that long ago. He knew it was one that Night enjoyed since the first time he had spoken it, it nearly had him purring, something that Night said he ‘couldn’t do’ despite the other Demons he had created doing so freely.
“I know you can, my owl.” Night used his own pet name for Host, one that had been used for much longer, even before they were officially together. “I’m just getting a head-start on showing you my love before getting to sink my teeth into your neck and mark you as mine~”
“So, this is dessert?” Host asked with a breathy chuckle as his jacket dropped to the floor, and Night started nipping at his neck, tugging down at the collar of his shirt.
“The beginning of a very big dessert.” Night grinned before casually hoisting Host into his arms and carrying him deeper into the house.
“First, I can’t take off my coat, and now I’m not allowed to walk?” Host teased, mapping out in his head where Night was taking him, and knew he was in the bedroom even before being laid out on the bed.
“You know how I am. I tend to go above and beyond when I make a promise.” Night stated, crawling up on the bed with Host. “And I promise to make sure you will never forget my name.” His voice dropped at the last part as his lips brushed against Host’s, and he leaned into a kiss. Host’s hands went to Night’s head, fingers running through his hair. His lips parted to catch a quick breath, and it turned into a groan when Night used that to deepen the kiss even more.
Night adored the taste of Host. There was no way to describe it in a way that a Human could understand, but it was a beyond addictive flavor that was so easy to get lost in. He didn’t even realize how long the kiss had gone on until Host was lightly pushing him away and panting for air.
“One of these days, I’m going to pass out from spite so I can kiss you longer.” Host softly laughed.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t do that.” Night playfully rolled his eyes.
“Then you can work on making me breathless in different ways.” Host said with one of Night’s favorite grins.
“And I shall.” Night slipped his hands under Host’s shirt and started pushing it up, kissing at every inch of skin as it got exposed. Host lifted his arms to help Night get his shirt off and then pulled him in by his face into another kiss. This time, Night ended the kiss with a nip on Host’s lips and then trailed those nips across his jaw, down his neck, and turned them into open-mouth kisses when he reached his chest. Those kisses went down further and further, and only stopped when he had to pull away a bit to start working on undoing Host’s pants. After getting both the pants and underwear off, casually tossing them aside, Night started focusing his kisses on Host’s thighs. He was going to make sure there were plenty of marks on Host to add to his claim, nipping and sucking several red spots against the skin and grinning when Host gripped his hair with a hand.
“Night.” Host breathed out the name. Night chuckled and kissed his way back up Host’s body, placing one more kiss on his lips.
“Yes, my owl?” Night asked with a knowing grin that only grew when Host tugged on the front of his shirt.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” Host demanded. His tone showed just how much that teasing alone had worked him up. The promise of what was to come was also likely adding to it.
“Yes, sir.” Night caught a final kiss before fully leaning away to quickly get himself out of his own clothing, stepping off the bed, and letting their clothes pile on the floor together. While he was on his feet, he opened the bedside table and pulled out some lube before returning to the bed.
“When are you going to claim me?” Host asked as Night slotted himself between his legs.
“I have my plans.” Night hummed as he popped open the bottle. “But, to answer your question, I am waiting until I am inside you until I do.” He coated his fingers with lube and spared no time in rubbing a finger against Host and pushing it in. “I want to feel how the pleasure is going to take over. How your toes will curl and your back will arch, how you’ll look and taste so delicious~” Night had been slowly thrusting his finger as he spoke and felt a bit of pride at how the movement and his words got Host to let out a low groan. That got Night to work in a second finger and chase after that sound, wanting to hear more from Host.
“Faster.” Host reached a hand over to rub Night’s chest and then held his shoulder as he groaned again from getting his wish. “I need more.” He grunted and wrapped his other hand around his cock, not even getting a chance to start stroking himself before Night caught his wrist and pinned it to the bed above his head.
“No touching. I got this.” Night had a near growl in his voice.
“Then do it.” Host got a proper growl from his playful retort and once again got his wish. “Shit~” He cursed as Night seemed more than eager to get him to cum as soon as possible, working both hands at the same fast pace. “Night, Night, I’m-” That was all the warning Host could manage before he was moaning and cumming on Night’s hand and his stomach.
“My sweet, darling owl~” Night was practically singing as he bent over to kiss Host. “My heart, my mate.” He continued between kisses, smiling when Host was holding his face again to keep him close, using the kisses as time to recover until he was gently tugging on Night’s hair.
“Keep going. I’m ready.” Host said.
“Are you sure?” Night had a bit of a tease in his tone, but he was also genuine with his question.
“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m changing my mind.” Host jokingly threatened, unable to prevent himself from smiling. Night faked another growl as he found the lube and opened it back up. He got a generous amount of it on his palm and had to bite back a hiss as he used his hand to cover his cock with the lube. Catching Host in another kiss, Night adjusted, lined himself up, and slowly pushed in.
“There it is.” Host breathed out like he was relieved. Night nuzzled his nose against Host’s neck, holding his hips as he started to slowly move his own, taking his sweet time with each individual thrust, wanting to feel everything every time. “Oh, Night~” Host tilted his head back and wrapped his arms around Night’s neck. He tried to help by rocking his body, but Night’s grip on his hips tightened to the point he knew there would be finger-shaped bruises left on his skin.
“I got this.” Night echoed his words from earlier, speaking them directly into Host’s ear. “My mate. I take care of my mate.” He kept at that same slow pace but had more strength behind him, forcing Host to exhale each time.
“Yours. Your mate.” Host confirmed, embracing that all he could do now was hold onto Night and let himself drift away into the pleasure. Night was clearly sinking into his instincts; why not do the same as well? “Touch me. Touch me, please.” He knew adding a bit of a whine to his request would make it impossible for Night to resist. Host moaned as Night nipped at his neck and started stroking him faster than his thrusts. “Damn, Night, you’re going to make-you’re going to make me cum a-again.” He struggled to keep his voice steady as Night scraped his somehow sharper teeth against the crook of his neck. “Fuck~!” Host gasped loudly and added another mess to Night’s hand.
“Mine.” Night sank his canines into Host’s neck the second he was finishing, getting a string of curses from him. The bite, the claiming bite was enough to get Night to cum as well, moans muffled by the skin between his teeth.
Host was unable to describe the feeling coursing through him with this bite, how it pulled at his very soul and had him on the verge of screaming his moans as he dug and dragged his nails across Night’s back. Something about this new feeling filled him with a brand new pleasure that had him cumming almost instantly, his toes curling and back arching, following exactly how Night said he was going to make him be.
Night meant it when he said he kept his promises.
“Mine~” Night sounded so happy, so relaxed, his hold changing into a hug around Host’s waist. He kept his nose pressed to the fresh Claim Mark, soaking in the change to Host’s natural scent. How it now had a permanent hint of him in it.
“That was…that was something.” Host weakly chuckled between his pants. “And Mad was right…about it feeling like a warm hug. It’s…comforting.” He smiled as he felt Night kissing the mark, but then noticed something else. “Are you purring?”
“All mine~” Night seemed to be on a whole different planet.
“I love you, too, moonflower.” Host decided he would tease Night about this when they both got their brain cells back in the morning.
Although he did notice that something felt different, warmer…good. Maybe this was an afterglow of the bite or something like that. Whatever it was, Host liked it and hoped it kept going.
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Meeting Chaos
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Summary: The creator of Demons, Night, has used everyone's favorite Researcher, Mad to request a meeting with the leader of the Hunters. Host agrees to this meeting and goes alone but is not expecting the outcome that occurs.
Meeting Chaos
While the Demon Hunter’s Headquarters wasn’t known for silence nor complete peace, it also wasn’t known for endless calls and Hunters rushing about.
Something was wrong.
Call after call about Demon activity had everyone trying to put their heads on straight and figure out how to handle everything. Demons have never gone about like this. Sometimes groups would cause chaos together but several groups causing chaos in several locations? That was unheard of.
The only place that wasn’t filled with noise was Host’s office, but the tension was still thick in the air. Host sat in his chair, elbows on his desk with his hands together and held up to his face. Dark sat on the corner of the desk while Mad stood in front of it. Mare was in the office as well, refusing to leave Mad’s side. He glared and nearly hissed at anyone who got anywhere close to the Human.
“So, what happened?” Dark asked Mad.
“Before all of…this happened. I was making my way to the library. I heard that a new series of books came in and I wanted-”
“Main points, please. We can discuss little details later.”
“Sorry,” Mad said softly, hugging himself a bit. He gave Mare a quick smile when he felt his hand on his back. Mare stepped a little closer to Mad and that helped him continue his story. “I got separated from Mare when other Demons started trashing the streets and that was when I ran into a different Demon. He was very…different.”
“Different how?” Host asked.
“I don’t know. He felt like a Demon beyond the rankings like his entire being was-it-I-I can’t think of any other word but different.” Mad was hugging himself again, clearly not liking that he couldn’t explain anything beyond that.
“It’s okay, Madrick. What happened after you ran into this Demon?” Host spoke calmly.
“He stared at me for a bit, almost like he was reading me. Mare showed up not too long after that and…” Mad’s voice trailed off. “He told me to send the leader of the Hunters to The Twins’ spot.” Host could tell that Mad was leaving parts of the story out. Likely, as Dark had put it ‘little details’.
It wasn’t hard to get those details from Mad and he could ask about them later if anything seemed wrong. Host didn’t have too many worries about Mad’s safety with Mare being his partner but he still had some. He had his worries for everyone who worked for him, regardless of their rank.
“Why would he want that? What would he gain from that?” Dark asked.
“He’s Night,” Mare answered.
“Night?”
“The creator of Demons.”
“What!?” Mad’s anxiety was gone and he looked at Mare. “Why didn’t you tell me!? I have so many questions.”
“That is exactly why I didn’t tell you. Our creator is unpredictable. We don’t even know what he wants. He’s been gone for so long and none of us know why he’s back. Chaos literally follows him wherever he goes.”
“Why is that?”
“We don’t know.”
“I can find out.”
“No, you are not.”
“But-”
“I’ll meet with him.” Host cut the argument short.
“I think myself and the other high-ranking Hunters should handle this,” Dark said. “It sounds dangerous to see him alone. If chaos follows him, then he should be dealt with.”
“I will meet him.” Host repeated and stood up. “I will take care of this. If this ‘creator’ wishes to call me out. Then he will not make me look like a coward and I will face him.”
x~x~x
Dark parked the car under a streetlight a block away from the spot. He chewed on his lip as he listened to Host unbuckle his seat belt.
“I still think I should go with you. Facing the creator of Demons on your own does not sound safe.” Dark said.
“I know what I’m doing.” Host opened the car door before pulling out a bat from under his seat. His bat. “Wait here. That is an order.”
“Yes, sir.” Dark gritted his teeth and had a firm grip on the steering wheel, hating all of this but knowing it was best to do as Host said.
“I will come back. Don’t worry.” Host patted Dark’s shoulder, feeling him relax slightly but was still fairly tense. “I will come back.” He repeated and after a quick reassuring squeeze, he got out of the car.
Host took a moment to take in a deep breath of fresh air, he wasn’t outside as much as he wanted, always busy with answering questions, organizing patrols, and ensuring the safety of others that the most time he gets outdoors is walking across the street from his office to his home. If only his time outside wasn’t for a meeting with the most powerful Demon of them all.
Using his bat as a cane of sorts, Host walked. He knew there wouldn’t be other Humans or Demons around, something telling him it would just be only himself and Night. Soon there was the echoing thud of metal against his bat. The park bench Mad described. Metal structure with wooden seating.
Host stood behind the bench, waiting for company to arrive, trying to see if he could hear or feel Night or if he was going to be different with that as well.
“Hello.” A voice spoke next to Host, showing that his thought of Night being different was true. But now that he knew where he was, he could work with that.
“Night.” Host greeted flatly.
“I have to admit, you’re not what I was expecting for the mythic leader of the Hunters.”
“And I was expecting the creator of Demons to have a more intimidating aura.”
“Oh? I retract my previous statement. I now really understand how you’re the leader.” Night softly chuckled.
“What do you want?” Host got to the point. The longer he was here, the more Dark would worry and when he worried, he got impatient and when he got impatient, he made rash decisions. Dark’s rash decisions always ended with blood.
“I just have some questions is all.” Night’s voice was laced with fake innocence. “For starters, what’s your name?”
“You don’t need to know my name.” Host stated.
“I mean, you have a fair point that it’s not a ‘need’ but it is a want and I always get what I want. If you’re unwilling to share your name with me, I’m sure that curious one of yours would be willing to share. Mad, correct? I bet it would be so easy to get answers from him. Plenty of methods would work on such a small fellow.” Night’s grin could be heard. Host stepped aside and aimed the tip of his bat toward the Demon.
“Leave. Mad. Alone.” Host spoke harshly, his threat filled with a promise of violence.
“Understood.” Night said. “It’s good to see a leader that cares about his people. I can tell it’s not just Mad you worry about. You left your other Hunter behind, insisted he stayed, and came to meet me alone despite there being no requirement for that. Care like that is a rarity amongst the other Humans I’ve met, especially from other leaders.”
“If you’re waiting for a thank you to the praise, you’ll be waiting for the rest of eternity.” Host said.
“I’m simply just studying you, making sure to get a good look.” Night had a playful hum this time.
“Don’t get comfortable doing that.” Host said, lowering his bat. There wasn’t any dangerous energy coming from him. No anger, no malice, nothing that would set off alarms. The more he tried to read into it, the more the energy reminded him of when Mad would rattle off question after question when he was excited about something new. When his curiosity was peaked.
“May I know your name now?”
“Host.”
“Host?” Night echoed and he walked around him, staying close, fingers just barely brushing past Host’s shirt as he went to the front of the bench and sat himself down. “Unique name, I like it.”
“You say that as if your opinion on my name matters.” Host scoffed, remaining where he was. He wasn’t expecting the kind of laugh Night made, soft and…joyful?
“So, Mr. Host, how long have you been in the Hunting business?” Night got comfortable on the bench, crossing his legs and lounging.
“I don’t know.” Host shrugged.
“You don’t know or you don’t want to tell me?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never kept track, after the first year, I just did my job. Who cares how long you’re doing something if you’re not focused on it.”
“Poetic.” Night commented. “What got you started into this? You don’t just become the leader of the Demon Hunters without some story.”
“Doesn’t matter. I am who I am now and the past affects nothing.” Host heard Night sigh.
“Give me something to work with here. I’m trying to get to know you. Come, come, sit with me, and gossip a bit. Complain about ex-partners or a current one.”
“There is no current partner.”
“Oh? That’s interesting. Why’s that?” Night patted at the spot on the bench beside him, making sure to do it hard enough that the sound could be heard clearly but still holding back to make it not sound aggressive.
Host decided to let Night have some control and he sat on the bench as well, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible. Apparently, Night had the opposite in mind as Host felt the bench shift and soon something was pressing against his leg. He assumed that it was Night’s own leg, it made the most sense and it told him that they were now sitting next to each other with no space between them.
“Just don’t have one.” Host stated.
“Such a shame. You are a fairly attractive man.” Night nearly purred his compliment.
“Well, for a reason that should be obvious, physical appearance isn’t really a factor I worry about.” Host gestured toward his blindfold. There was a pause for a breath before Night started laughing.
“That is more than a fair point in that regard.” Night said between his laughs. He had an oddly kinder laugh than Host expected. Not that Host was planning for a cartoon-witch laugh, but not something he’d hear from someone at the Hunter’s Headquarters. A laugh one could even mistake for Jackie’s or Wilford’s, strong and boisterous.
“Is this all you wanted? To ask me questions about myself?” Host pulled himself out of that thought, getting back to business.
“To be honest with you, my original plan was to kill the Hunter’s leader. Make a point, show everyone what I can do, but it would be a shame to let someone as fun as you go.” That hint of a purr in Night’s voice came back and Host could tell that he was closer to him than before. Host stood back up and pressed the head of his bat on the ground between them, creating a wall of sorts with it.
“What do you want now? Since you no longer wish to kill me, what are your plans?”
“I’ll figure it out with time.” Night shrugged, not moving from his own spot yet. “My main goal with the chaos was to let everyone know that I have returned and now I just don’t want to be bored. Boredom causes messes, I’m sure you understand that. Although, I’m sure I can find something or someone to keep me entertained to prevent more of that previously mentioned chaos.”
“Will you stop the chaos that’s happening now? The abundance of attacks that are causing endless stress for my people?” Host asked.
“I can and I will if you agree to see me again. See me again without that bat of yours. I don’t feel safe with it in your hands.” Night exaggerated a ‘fearful tone’ with his last part.
Host chewed the inside of his lower lip as he thought. The idea of having to be around the creator of Demons even more didn’t sound the most pleasant, but at the same time, he could use it to his advantage to get information about Demons from him. He seemed to not mind speaking openly with Host, maybe after some time, he’ll become more open and give away hints and clues about how to beat him if the need arises. Madrick had been sent on a similar task when it came to The Twins and it worked out very well for himself and others with their quest of learning anything and everything about Demons. But with The Twins, they’ve had years worth of research into their psychology, more sure than anything no harm would come to Mad. With Night, they knew nothing. If anyone was going to work with him, Host would rather it be himself than risk one of his people doing it.
“I’ll meet you again, but I want my bat. I don’t feel safe without it in my hands.” Host used that same ‘fearful tone’ as Night and that got some more laughs from the Demon.
“Alright, I’ll agree to your terms. I’ll use our good pal Mad to let you know when it’s time to meet again.”
“Don’t-” Host didn’t bother finishing when he felt the shift in the air and a light swing of his bat proved that Night was gone.
“Shit.” Host cursed to the empty air. “Well…it seems like I have a ‘date’ and Mare is going to be beyond pissed at me.”
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Missed Communication
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Summary: Yancy and Illinois' relationship is strong and happy, but Yancy's sudden changes and hiding something or someone has Illinois fearing the worst. But, after an argument and following Yancy out of the Manor, he discovers who that someone is and finds himself even deeper in the complicated mess that is Yancy's bloodline.
Missed Communication
Yancy bit into the chocolate strawberry Illinois held to his mouth, softly laughing when the rest of the chocolate broke and fell away. He managed to catch it in the palm of his hand and laughed more as he chewed.
“That could have been a little smoother.” Yancy swallowed and ate the fallen chocolate, licking his palm of what had melted.
“If it goes too smoothly, then it wouldn’t be us.” Illinois chuckled and finished off the rest of the strawberry. “A life of chaos is what I adore.”
“Yous just get bored too easily.” Yancy lightly teased.
“Maybe a little bit of that as well.” Illinois reached into the basket and took out a bottle of champagne. “Thirsty?”
“Always.” Yancy was loving the cute little date he and Illinois were having.
It was lunchtime, and they sat on a blanket in the middle of the Manor’s yard. Illinois had packed a basket full of food and treats. The chocolate-covered strawberries were the dessert of the heart-shaped sandwiches. Illinois had gotten a little carried away with prepping this, but that’s what Yancy loved the most about him. He put his all into everything, no matter how silly it may seem.
“It is alcohol-free, so don’t worry.” Illinois poured two glasses, gracefully holding both of them by the stem between his fingers on one hand. He placed the bottle back into the basket, using it to keep it upright as he handed Yancy one of the glasses. “Cheers~”
“Cheers.” Yancy echoed and clicked his glass to Illinois’. He got a partial sip before his phone started buzzing.
“I swear if that’s Dark interrupting our date, I’m fighting him.” Illinois’ threat was weak and playful. The few times Dark had interrupted their dates were accidental since it was work-related or just wanting to check-in. Thankfully, ever since Dark’s first discovery of their relationship, he’s been sure to knock on both of their bedroom doors before entering. Even if said door was cracked open, Dark was not going to risk walking in on anything. “Oh? What’s got you going like that?” He asked with a chuckle, his train of thought changing when Yancy started laughing at what he saw.
“It’s just a picture,” Yancy said as he texted with one hand, a skill he’d gotten better at as he grew accustomed to his phone.
“Can I see?”
“Yous wouldn’t get it.”
“But-” Illinois quickly forgot all about the picture when Yancy leaned over and kissed him.
x~x~x
Later that night, the two were on the bed together, the blanket being their only covering since their clothing had been discarded long ago. Illinois was on his back, staring up at the ceiling while Yancy slept on his chest. His hand mindlessly played with Yancy’s hair, thinking about what the past month or so had been like.
He thought about how Yancy had been on his phone more than he’d ever been. At first, he’d only reply to the Manor group text, usually with a one-worded response or an emoji, and outside of that, he’d only text Illinois, and those texts were just asking if he wanted to hang out. Yancy slowly got more comfortable texting and would share pictures back and forth with some of the Egos he’s grown close with and always would show Illinois the pictures. Especially the ones that got him to laugh. But he still preferred to do things in person and sometimes would forget he had a phone. Nowadays, he was on it almost constantly, always texting someone and angling his phone so Illinois couldn’t see the screen. It was strange.
Something even stranger was that Yancy had started going out on his own a lot. Yancy usually didn’t like to be alone. He’s always enjoyed company, even if it was just him and someone else sitting in the same room doing different tasks. It wasn’t rare to find Yancy in Dark’s office, working on a sketch or something while Dark did his work, or watching a show with one of the others or cuddled up against Illinois. There was always at least one person with Yancy. But Yancy’s been heading out alone, saying he’s going on a walk and not returning for several hours.
That was concerning, and against Illinois’ better judgment, it was becoming suspicious.
Yancy was hiding something. He was hiding something or someone.
“Stop that,” Illinois grunted, rubbing at his face with his other hand, forcing those thoughts away. There was no need for him to be thinking that way. He was overthinking something that didn’t make sense.
This was Yancy.
Yancy probably didn’t even know that was a thing, let alone go through with it.
“Huh?” Yancy mumbled as he stirred in his sleep.
“It’s okay, treasure.” Illinois softly shushed Yancy, hugging him with both arms and nuzzling his nose to the top of his head. “Go back to sleep.” Yancy only made a little happy hum and curled up more against Illinois before drifting back off instantly. “Back to sleep,” Illinois repeated for himself and closed his eyes as he let himself also drift off.
x~x~x
Illinois muttered to himself as he came back into his bedroom. He silently scolded himself and Wilford for not looking where they were going and running into each other. He now had some sort of pink, sparkly, and sweet-smelling drink all over the front of his shirt. Illinois was a little concerned that it seemed Wilford had glitter in his beverage, but knowing that pink-haired, chaos-causing man, it was something he likely didn’t really need to worry about.
Illinois was finishing buttoning up a fresh shirt when he heard a buzzing behind him. He hummed and walked toward the sound, seeing Yancy’s phone on the bedside table. There was a notification for a text, and the lock screen showed a preview of the text and the name of who sent the text. The preview was all Illinois needed since it was a simple;
Meet up at the usual place?
“What?” Illinois said out loud, seeing that there wasn’t a name to the text, not even an emoji. It was just the phone number. Yancy was hiding whoever it was that was texting him, making sure if anyone saw his phone, they wouldn’t know who it was but him.
Yancy was actually hiding someone.
He was hiding someone from Illinois and lying about it.
Why would Yancy lie?
Why would he lie to him?
With a curse, Illinois snatched the phone off the table and stormed out of the room, needing an explanation now.
Illinois saw Yancy in the hall, walking down it casually like nothing was wrong. More anger bubbled up inside of Illinois, thoughts running on their own, something that rarely happened to him, and all of that build-up caused a lapse in his usual character, and he snapped, voice raising to a yell.
“Yancy!” Illinois' sudden and loud voice made Yancy jump in shock and quickly turn toward him.
“Illy?” Yancy blinked a few times and then noticed what Illinois was holding. “Why do yous have my phone?”
“Who have you been texting?” Illinois ignored the question and asked his own.
“Everyone, we text everyone. Give me my phone back.” Yancy’s voice had a slight shake to it, showing he had been caught, and Illinois was not giving up that easily.
“Everyone has their name in your contacts, but this person isn’t. Who are they, and why are they asking to meet in the ‘usual place’?” Despite having a phone in one of his hands, Illinois still made air quotes with his fingers.
“It’s not something yous need to worry about. It’s…complicated.” Yancy shook his head and stepped over to Illinois, reaching for his phone.
“Complicated? You’ve told me about everything since we’ve been together.” Illinois held his arm up.
“This is-it’s something more than that.” Yancy fumbled over his words, clearly unsure how to talk about this while still avoiding saying anything. He looked around as he noticed some of the other Ipliers peeking into the hall to see what the commotion was about.
“More than us?” Illinois’ arm lowered a bit, and Yancy took advantage of the moment and took his phone back.
“No, not more. I used the wrong word. Just…different. We can talk about this later when we’re alone.” Yancy added the last part in a whisper. “I gotta go.”
“To meet them?” Illinois gestured at the phone.
“It’s-I-would yous just trust me, damn it!” Yancy suddenly shouted and turned away, walking off down the hall. Illinois went to follow him, far from done, but got stopped by a hand on his shoulder, and Wilford was soon standing in his way.
“You don’t want to mess when they get like that,” Wilford said. “Trust me, Yancy’s a lot like his mother and needs a moment to breathe before talking things through.” He patted Illinois’ shoulder. “I’m sure whatever problem there is isn’t worth yelling at each other since you both clearly have a lot of love between you two.”
“It’s not that simple.” Illinois pushed Wilford’s hand off him and walked down the hall as well. Wilford hummed to himself, not liking how any of this sounded or felt, and headed for Dark’s office.
Illinois jogged for a few moments, catching up to where Yancy had gone, and watched him leave the Manor. There was a pause as he debated on what to do and, either from pride or worry, followed Yancy.
If Yancy wasn’t going to tell him what was going on, he was going to get the truth for himself.
He made sure Yancy had a good head start, just barely being able to see the other man as they traveled down the street. They passed by strangers, and Illinois noticed how Yancy seemed to be walking with a purpose, knowing exactly where he was going and even having a hint of a smile.
Illinois felt a sour, anxious twisting to his stomach. This didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t rational for him to believe that Yancy was doing something behind his back, but his actions had him thinking and thinking and thinking. Yancy was hiding things from him, going out without him, and texting some person about meeting up, and they had been meeting up long enough to have a usual place. Everything lined up in a way to have Illinois believing something that he’d never expect to even be a thought he’d have.
That Yancy could possibly be cheating on him.
It couldn’t be, but it was the only thing that was repeating over and over again in Illinois’ head. He wasn’t a paranoid man. He wasn’t one to overthink things or assume the worst, yet he…he was so scared that he was going to lose Yancy.
At that final thought, Yancy turned and made his way up to a little cafe, sitting at one of the outdoor tables and taking his phone out, typing away.
Illinois kept his eyes on Yancy as he inched closer to the cafe, trying to find the perfect spot to see everything while remaining hidden. He wasn’t sure what would happen. If someone else was going to arrive, or if Yancy was just going to be sitting there on his own for an extended period of time.
“Holy shit.” Illinois cursed in shock when he saw who joined Yancy. He watched as Actor sat two drinks on the table, taking the seat across from Yancy. Illinois didn’t know a lot of details about Actor but knew how to recognize him in a crowd, that he was Yancy’s father, and that he was very dangerous.
Illinois had a quick wave of thankfulness that Yancy wasn’t cheating, and that thankfulness turned into slight fear. What did Actor want with him? Why did Yancy look so happy to be with him?
He finally got out of his hiding place, courage rushing back to its usual height as he walked right up to the table where Yancy and Actor sat. Before Yancy could even finish opening his mouth to say something, Illinois spoke first.
“What are you doing here? What are you doing here with him?” Illinois’ first question was to Actor, and the second was to Yancy.
“I-um…we-we’re just-” Yancy stammered over his words as Actor stood up and offered a hand toward Illinois.
“You must be Illinois. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Yancy has told me a lot of great things about you.” Actor had a charming smile, giving off a trusting feeling. Illinois hesitated, looking to Yancy, who had his own encouraging smile and, feeling guilty for assuming the worst of his boyfriend, took and shook the offered hand.
“Pleasure is mine,” Illinois said out of habit.
“How about I go get you one of these drinks as well? It’s a mocha-flavored coffee that we’ve been obsessing over.” Actor lightly chuckled.
“I-” Illinois was about to decline but changed his mind, wanting a second to speak with Yancy alone. “That sounds wonderful, thank you.” Actor nodded and turned away, heading back into the cafe. As soon as Actor was gone, Illinois sat down and spoke to Yancy in a concerned whisper. “Why are you with him? This doesn’t seem safe.”
“It is safe. Over a month ago, I ran into him during my evening job, and he’s not as terrible as everyone makes him out to be.” Yancy said, taking a sip from his coffee.
“I know Dark can be a little overly cautious when it comes to you, but he’s told everyone to avoid Actor. Not just us Ipliers, but the others as well, even those not involved with him at all. He’s warned just in case he tries something.” Illinois kept glancing back at the cafe doors between every other word.
“He ain’t trying something.”
“He’s always trying something.”
“How do yous know that? Yous never met him. Everything ya know came from Ma.” Yancy poked Illinois’ shoulder to add to his point.
“Dark’s the one who’s like dealt with Actor.” Illinois caught Yancy’s hand, lowering it and entwining their fingers together. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Yanc.”
“I ain’t gonna get hurt.” Yancy squeezed Illinois’ hand back. “Actor just wants to be a dad. He never got a chance to even try since I was sent off as a baby. He admits to making mistakes in the past and understands why Ma did what they did, and he just wants his family to be happy and get along.”
“I still don’t know.”
“He just wants his family, Illy.”
“I…” Illinois’ voice trailed off for a moment, seeing the look in Yancy’s eyes. He truly believed everything he was saying, and Illinois sighed. “Okay, but at least let me join you when you meet him from now on. You can’t blame me for still being a little cautious, right?”
“Of course. Yous are just a little protective.” Yancy chuckled.
“Only a little.” Illinois playfully hummed and caught Yancy in a kiss. Yancy smiled and leaned in, closing his eyes to enjoy the affection.
“Woah, you two, save it for the bedroom.” Actor laughed as he returned to the table, setting Illinois’ drink in front of him. Yancy moved and looked away quickly in embarrassment while Illinois started laughing from getting caught. “At least that proves you really do like each other.” Actor teased a bit as he took his seat.
“Sorry,” Yancy said softly, using his free hand to rub the back of his neck.
“Oh, don’t apologize. It’s nice to know that my boy’s got someone by his side.” Actor took a sip of his coffee, smiling at the taste. “And I know that usually the father’s supposed to be all big and bad and scary and threaten their child’s partner, but I can think of at least two reasons that causes that to be unnecessary. Firstly, my son’s going to have good taste because he’s my son, so I have no worries about you, and secondly, I mean, I know who Yancy’s mother is. I don’t need to worry about being threatening since he does that very well on his own. I should know.” Actor took another sip from his drink with a wink.
“Dark did give me a good threat when he found out about us.” Illinois chuckled.
“I told him to leave you alone.” Yancy sighed.
“It was one threat, and we’ve done pretty good since. Plus, the threat was a little warning to not break your heart, and I don’t plan on ever doing that.” Illinois lifted Yancy’s hand and kissed his knuckles.
“You weren’t exaggerating with your comments about your boyfriend.” Actor said.
“What comments were you telling him?” Illinois asked Yancy with a grin.
“Well-I-um…” Yancy stammered.
“That you’re adventurous, curious, caring, and a massive flirt.” Actor played up his tone for the last one, and Illinois hummed, grin growing.
“You were very accurate.”
“Shut up,” Yancy mumbled, a flush of pink on his cheeks.
“He definitely does not get that from me. I, myself, am quite a flirt as well.” Actor placed a hand on his chest and did a slight shimmy.
“Gross.” Yancy blurted out without a thought, caught himself, and started laughing, getting the other two to laugh as well.
x~x~x
Dark stood and watched from his own hiding spot, having been there as long as Illinois had and listening to every part of the conversation. He had to resist the urge to go up there and stop everything right then and there, but he knew it would upset Yancy and, knowing Actor, would cause a massive scene that would upset Yancy even more than him just cutting him off. Dark wasn’t too worried about Actor doing anything to harm Yancy at the moment since Illinois was there, but he still didn’t like any of this nonetheless.
Wilford had come to Dark’s office earlier and filled him in on what had happened between Yancy and Illinois in the hallway. The context that Wilford gave led Dark to the conclusion that he was still speaking to his father regardless of the warnings Dark had given him. He left his office, saw Illinois leaving, and followed him, assuming he was going to follow Yancy.
Dark stayed and waited, knowing staying in the shadow of the tree kept him hidden, and using an aspect of his abilities to cloak himself helped as well. Eventually, Yancy says that he and Illinois need to head back to the Manor before they’re missed. They both say goodbye to Actor. Yancy with a wave and Illinois with another handshake and a tip of his hat. Neither of them could see Dark as they passed by where he stood, caught up in each other and lightly swinging their hands together. Dark softly smiled at seeing his son so happy, glad that he found someone he cared for outside of his family, someone who cared for him just as much back. He then looked back to the table and saw Actor looking directly at him, the smirk on his lips telling him that he knew Dark was there this entire time, maybe not in the exact spot until now, but he knew they were being watched.
Dark stared back for what felt like hours, waiting until Yancy and Illinois were long gone and then finally walking to the cafe, scaring a few passersby since he seemed to appear from nowhere. He kept his eyes on Actor as he reached the table and sat where Yancy had been earlier. There was a long and awkward pause as the two continued looking at each other. The three empty coffee cups were all on Actor’s side of the table, stacked up and prepped to be picked up and carried back into the cafe. Dark was the one to finally break the silence.
“Why are you still communicating with Yancy?”
“There is nothing wrong with a father wanting a better relationship with his son.” Actor stated with a prideful puff to his chest.
“The best thing you can do for Yancy is to leave him alone. He should not be involved with you at all. It’s not safe nor healthy for him.” Dark held his hands together and pressed them to the table, using them to ground himself, and hoped that it would keep himself as calm and rational as possible with this conversation.
“A young man needs a strong father figure in his life.”
“He has a father figure.”
“If we’re technical about it, you’re his mother figure. I mean, he calls you Ma and-” Actor’s comment trailed off when he noticed Dark had looked away from him, and it clicked what he was referring to. “That glitch you’re ‘dating’ doesn’t count, dear.” Actor’s voice was almost condescending as he reached over and placed his hand on top of Dark’s. Dark moved his hands away instantly in a sharp movement.
“Do not call me that. And do not call Anti that, either. You don’t know him. You don’t know what all he’s done for me and Yancy. He’s helped Yancy more than you could ever dream of.” Dark’s disguise faltered for a moment, showing his aura having much more red to it than blue. “Yes, he’s chaotic beyond comprehension, but he’s also determined and intelligent and isn’t afraid to do what is necessary.”
“Don’t tell me you have actual feelings for him?” Actor laughed in disbelief. “I thought you’d have higher standards, considering you’ve been with me.”
“I wasn’t with you. Celine was, and she very much regrets that choice.” Dark huffed with an eye roll. “I knew this was a bad idea,” He muttered before speaking clearly again. “I don’t care about your opinions on my love life since you’re not a part of it. I only care about Yancy and if you even think of hurting him in any way. I will kill you. That’s not a warning or a threat. That is a promise.”
“I’d never hurt the ones I love, Dark.” Actor spoke softly, using a tender voice, and that made Dark’s blood boil.
“Fuck off.” Dark spat and stood up. “I said my piece, and I am leaving, and I hope to never see you again.” He turned to walk away.
“You are so worried about me hurting Yancy that you’re oblivious to the fact that you’re going to end up doing it yourself since you show no faith in our son.” Actor’s words made Dark stop. “I know you’re lashing out because you love Yancy and can’t bear the thought of someone causing him harm. You want the best for him. What parent doesn't want that for their child? So if you want that, you have to know that the best thing would be for us to get along. Yancy wants his whole family. That’s what we are. We can work together.”
“Over my dead body.” Dark’s words dropped into a flat and monotone voice.
“I hope that doesn’t happen. I like the idea of us being a happy family. You’re a part of that Dark. Whether you want it or not, there’s no going back. You can’t deny the truth that we are his parents.”
“My family has nothing to do with you. And it never will.” Dark prevented Actor from saying anything else by leaving in a cloud of black smoke, uncaring of the reactions the strangers around them would have.
He had more important things to take care of.
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