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proxylynn · 3 years ago

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Your Boyfriend: Stalk-home Syndrome (Day 5)

Chapter #5: WEDNESDAY MORNING ATONEMENT

[WARNING: Because the internet needs more romantic visual novels where you try to win the hearts of your senpai, right? WRONG! Your Boyfriend is a visual novel, yes. But this is anything but a love story. Your Boyfriend is a game where you deal with a man's unhealthy desire to have you, no matter who gets hurt. And he's not afraid to leave the body lying around for you to find either. Imagine a cat bringing you dead mice or birds to your doorstep, except he had brought the corpse of the person you talked to the other day. It's a choose your own adventure story, so be careful with how you react to those around you, especially towards him. This game deals with themes that might be disturbing for some audiences, such as murder, gore, drug use, kidnapping, non-consensual intimacy, strong language, and nudity.]

So what better thing to do than write fanfiction about it?! Enjoy my descent into madness. I regret nothing!! Sincerely with crazy sleepless love, your friendly neighborhood author, Lynn~♥

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[Well? Do you see now, Lynsie? You can't escape the rules of my world. Nothing you do can change my destined narrative. Now...Stick to the script and choose your route carefully. You wouldn't want to make a certain someone angry. It wouldn't be good for your health. Have fun.]

"*sharp gasp* Ahh!!"

I bolt upright and instantly regret it. My body is so very sore and I hiss at the sting. Despite the pain, my body curls on itself and my muscles try to lock up. I seethe like this for a good long while. Taking in the awareness of being in my room. I don't remember being in here. I try to think yet doing so hurts my head.

Hurts my head...Headache...I...I was looking for aspirin...But I...

A flash of memory breaks free of the pain suppressing it...Peter.

Oh god, that's right. I wasn't alone. It feels like a dream that became a nightmare with no warning. Regaining movement out of fear, I wriggle out of my clothes and look over my body.

Horror. That's all I feel. Bruises and bite marks. The bites and hickeys that I can see are from my shoulders down to my breasts. Hand gripping bruises are sparse yet sporadically placed. And the worse bruises are on my inner-thighs, they're so bad that they're red, blue, or even purple in color...which means some of these are a day or two old. How...How did I not notice some of these?

Yet...surprisingly...Even with all this marking, when I check for the most damning possible outcome...nothing. I search the bed and my clothes for any evidence of rape...but there's nothing. No blood or strange bodily fluids. Nothing.

As crazy as it is to think this, I can't help it...He had a chance...Why didn't he do it? Not saying I wanted him to...But with all his talk of wanting to fuck me...Why didn't he?

A thought comes to me as I take all this in...Where Peter is now?

*BONK*

A random bird hits my window and, after laughing at the poor thing, I realize it's still closed. That's weird as of late but reminds me I need to inspect it. Checking the window, now that I'm more on alert, I see the faint scratches near the lock. I was never sleepwalking and opening this damn thing...someone's been opening it from the outside. But how the fuck are they doing it? I'm on the second floor!

With one mystery solved I move on to the real one...Peter. I'm not about to shout out for him. There's no need to draw attention in case he's still here or bring Lucy into this. The only means of contact I have for him is his number and the last time I saw my phone in the living room. I calm down and I put my clothes back on, can't make it seem like something's wrong if anyone's out there. Heading into the living room I find the only thing active is the coffee maker, so Lucy came home last night. Looking around the couch and coffee table, I find my phone wedged in the cushions. Screw texting, this isn't a texting thing, I'm dialing him. I want to hear this from the man himself. The dial tone goes a few times.

*ring...ring...ring*

...That's coming from my room.

I bolt for my room as the sound is silenced on the third ring. I fling open my door and the sight I see is shocking. Peter is there, he's mid-way in opening the window and my closet is open. He was in there? Peter and I just stare at each other, a tense standoff with both of us not about to move unless the other does. How am I just standing here? How am I looking at him and not at his throat or swearing him to the depths of hell? He moves a hand away from the window to wave weakly, clearly guilty.

"H-Hey there, darling."

I don't say anything. I'm in no mood for pleasantries. My lack of response doesn't help him to feel good about how things will go. And he's right about that. The tension gets to be too much and he tries to finish opening the window to flee. I don't let him escape. I bound over the bed and grab him before he gets too far out.

"You're not going anywhere!"

He claws the frame to keep from being pulled in, but I'm not drugged and I'm stronger than I look when pissed off. His grip falters and I toss his ass on the bed, pinning him down before he can get his bearings. The look on his face is a strange mix of worry, concern, fear, and if the blush means anything...arousal.

"D-Darling..."

"Don't!"

I snap and bare my teeth in frustrated snarling, he gulps.

"You don't get to call me 'darling'. Not now. Not after you lied to me."

"But I didn't..."

"You told me you'd cut your dick off before ever breaking my trust...Last night, you broke it."

He frowns as I get in his face.

"So let me make this clear...YOU have seriously fucked up. I let you in. I gave you my trust. I loved you and this is how I'm repaid? With you drugging me and taking advantage of me? I have never felt such betrayal in my life!"

"To be fair...I didn't mean to drug you. I just gave you the wrong tablets."

I look at him funny.

"The wrong tablets? Are you telling me you just happen to carry roofies on you?"

"What? No. Roofies are a powder or liquid. Rohypnol is a tablet."

"Not helping your case here."

"I carry Rohypnol because I've been putting them in with your sleeping pills."

"...What?"

"I shape and color them to match the ones you take."

"Wha...Why?!"

"Because you were going to die!"

Okay, wasn't expecting that.

"I watched you take more and more because they weren't working like before. I couldn't just remain idle and find you dead from an overdose because you just wanted to get a night's rest. I...I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I lost you and I knew I could've helped."

His eyes water slightly and I soften up a bit.

"I don't know how to feel about that. On the one hand, that's kind of sweet. And on the other hand, kinda scary because you're solution was to give me date-rape drugs."

"I know my methods aren't what most would call 'normal' or 'sane', but it's the truth. The moment I knew I gave you the wrong pills I was freaking out. I didn't want to panic and make you panic more, so I forced myself to remain calm. I tried to speak softly, tell you nice things, hold you so you'd know you were safe...But you still freaked out. I'm sorry."

Damn it...I'm hurt, but...No! Don't fall for his charm!

"If it was just an accident then why hide in my closet? You could've just laid here with me and we could've talked. Huge guilty move, dude."

He gets nervous.

"Uh...I was kind of hoping you wouldn't remember last night. I was trying to avoid something like this from happening, but I couldn't just leave. I wanted to see if you'd be better when you woke up."

I look at him flatly.

"I'd have an easier time believing that if it weren't for all the marks currently mapping my body."

Sweat begins to form across his brow. My eyes narrow.

"You better say something or I'm done with you. I don't need another person that hurts me in my life."

His eyes widen in panic.

"Please don't! I-I'm sorry! Just let me explain! Please!"

"Then talk to me, Peter."

He looks downward.

"I was weak. I brought you to bed so you could rest. But with how our time together was and seeing you so peaceful like that...I didn't mean to get so carried away."

"What the hell did you even do? These bruises are huge."

"I...I may have gotten lost in sexual a fantasy of mine and done it to you. Not the sex part! That didn't happen, I swear on my mom's grave! If she was dead I mean. Sure would be nice if she was. But I mean it, clothing stayed on the whole time."

"What about the bite marks?"

His cheeks redden.

"I lifted up your shirt. God, your tits made me so hard."

I crack his forehead with my own. He gets the message.

"Sorry. I'm really digging my grave deeper, aren't I?"

"You have no idea. I am bordering on whether I should beat you till you have the same bruises I do or if I should rip your dick off and make you fuck yourself."

Peter's face loses the fear it once held and replaces it with something that pisses me off more...a smirk.

"Who are you kidding? You won't hurt me."

Son of a bitch!

"The hell I won't!"

"You don't have a violent or mean bone in that loving body of yours. That's why you only play pacifist in games unless it can't be helped."

My eyes widen and glare.

"How do you know that? I never told you my channel name."

He flinches. I'm done messing around.

"Here's what we're gonna do, you and me are going to make a deal. I'm not gonna call the cops, IF, you quit bull shitting me and tell me everything. And I do mean...EVERYTHING! We clear?"

He nods.

"Good."

I get off of him, shutting the window and closet as he sits up on the bed.

"So...How long have you been doing this?"

"That depends. Could you be more specific?"

I don't like that response. But I need to calm down. I can't spook him into running without answers. I go to his side and sit down.

"All of it. When did all THIS begin?"

He leans back on his hands.

"You want me to be completely honest?"

I beg him with my eyes.

"Please? I never asked you for much. The least you can do is be real with me."

He sighs.

"I wasn't lying when I said before I met you I felt empty. I've always had difficulties managing emotions. At least...positive ones. What with my shitty family and all. A lot of it just got bottled up or ignored. And my psychiatrist isn't helping matters either. I swear that bitch is making me worse..."

He's getting emotional...I put my hand over his to keep him calm. It works as he smiles at me.

"Then I saw you. I think it was your first day at the diner. You were outside cleaning the windows 'cause someone chucked rotten fruit or something. You were clearly annoyed that you had to deal with the mess but were humming this song that made you smile and sway your hips. It was for a brief moment we locked eyes. You greeted me and it was like being struck by lightning. I panicked and ran, but I knew nothing like that feeling before yet I know it was love."

Now I see why he's a sucker for the hopeless romantic characters. He is one.

"Sounds a little like infatuation."

"Oh no. This is love. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

He moves his hand to lace his fingers with mine.

"You are the first to ever make me feel this way. My first and only love. If love is a sickness then you are what's wrong with me. You're the one that keeps me awake at night. You're the one who is always on my mind, the one who makes my heart beat out of my chest each time I see you, smell you..."

Come on, man, don't go where I think you're headed.

"You want the truth? The truth is I'm mad, mad to the point where I caressed your skin while you sleep soundly each night. Wanting, needing to feel you from the inside and fill you. Grinding against you isn't enough anymore..."

You mean to tell me those bruises are just from him grinding into me? Talk about being rock hard.

"You're a smart girl, Lynsie. You probably could tell I was a tad off here or there. The moment we met at the park, those times I saw you at the diner, how you always closed your window no matter how many times I'd opened it in the night, your perfectly sized closet..."

So many dots are connecting now.

"But still, you gave me a chance. Even now, you're willing to hear me out and let me open my heart to you. I love that about you. You're so understanding. Which is why I'll be completely honest with you. I'm tired of keeping things from you."

I'm going to regret this.

"What kind of things are you keeping me from?"

His hand hold tightens.

"I was always too shy to ask you out while at work. And looking like a creepy jackass isn't a proper way to approach such a wonderful soul. So, I had to follow you instead. Study your pattern, memorize your schedule, practice what to say when you were finally alone and not working. The park was perfect to finally approach you. It may not have gone as planned, but I could finally introduce myself."

All the pieces begin coming together and the picture it makes is clear now. Peter isn't just a nervous guy that has a hard time dealing with things...He's that and also a stalker that's utterly obsessed with me!

"You're upset with me for last night. Sure. But you and I can make this work now..."

He faces me, taking both my hands in his with a desperately sincere grin.

"No more hiding, no more secrets. Just us."

No more secrets huh? I can maybe use this. There are things I want to know, things I need to know.

"So...If I ask you anything, you'll tell me the truth now?"

"Absolutely. It's like I said last night...Trust matters in a relationship. I owe you the same trust that you've given me. I owe you my love in all its glory. Even if it's just me telling you about it. So go on. Ask me anything. I won't hold back anymore."

I think for a bit.

"What are some of the things you've told me that were lies?"

He pauses, taking time to think for himself.

"I can't think of anything other than that time I said I do neighborhood watch as my night hobby. My real night hobby is being here with you while you sleep."

That's...That's both assuring because he's been honest and also unsettling because of obvious reasons.

"Then you really are a product reviewer?"

"Oh yeah. Wanna see my channel?"

I nod.

"Let me see your phone for a sec."

I do so without thinking...thankfully, he just uses it to open YouTube and types in his handle.

"I know it's not your usual video taste. But I'd be ecstatic if you subbed me. I'm already one of your 'lovelies'."

Hearing him use the nickname for my subs makes me snicker.

"I swear it sounded less dumb at the time I coined it."

"No no. It's cute."

Looking at his channel I feel a tad jealous. Peter's doing so much better than me in subs and views. No doubt he's monetized. Lucky.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

I tap the screen to sub him.

"Promise you won't lose me in all those followers?"

"Please. You're going to be the only one that gets my private content."

My brain goes to the gutter in a nanosecond and I change the subject.

"What do you do when you come here and I'm sleeping?"

He smiles.

"Nothing too crazy. Most of the time I lay next to you. I like watching you sleep. You're so serene looking. Heh...Sometimes you do snore. And even rarer are the moments where you almost wake up and you talk before sleeping again. Those moments concern me. You always say things that sound like something's wrong."

I look off.

"I know what you're talking about. Those tend to be dreams about my family. I always get so pissed in those dreams, mainly at my sister."

"Did she really get all your photos burned?"

"Yeah. Though...I do have some yearbooks. Those are the only pics of me left."

His eyes light up.

"Can I see them?!"

I shake my head much to his confusion.

"You show me yours and I'll show you mine."

He pouts.

"Ah come on. Please?"

"Dude, I haven't shown anyone my school photos. Not even TK. You want to see young me? You gotta let me see the same of you."

He folds his arms and shuts his eyes.

"You ask a tall order of me, dar...Lynsie."

Good. He remembered not to say it.

"You're overthinking it. No way it's as bad as you're making. Plus...You owe me."

He peeks one eye at me.

"How?"

"Mother ducker, you used my breasts as chew toys in my sleep! The least you can do is show me photos."

He sighs.

"I did burn them all...All the ones I owned. Mom and Sarah probably still have some. Getting them is gonna be a bitch. But for you..."

He looks at me, the conviction in his eyes is stun educing.

"I'll see what I can do."

I give an understanding nod.

"Anything else you want to know?"

I mean...I do have a few more questions.

"How do you know when I fall asleep?"

He merely points up at the ceiling. I'm confused for a bit before it clicks.

"The upper level?"

He nods.

"The room above yours is complete. So I've been staying there for the last month and a half. It's much nicer than the back of my van. The air mattress doesn't compare to your bed though."

"But I thought you had your own place? *gasp* Is Rat up there?"

"No, I have my own house. But it's a good three-hour drive from here. I live rather far away from here, just as I like it. But oh, so far away from you. That's okay, the gas money is worth seeing you every day. Heh...Don't worry about our baby girl. I always go back and check on her. I talk to her about us. I really think she'll like you."

"You're really that attached to me, huh?"

"That's how love works, love."

"But that only kinda answers it."

"I may have used a drill the workers left to make a little hole to see through."

I look at him funny.

"Okay..."

Me and my curious thoughts just had to ask. Here's hoping there are no cameras.

"How are you able to move around unnoticed? For that matter, how do you get in my window?"

"I'm a flexible guy. It comes in handy when following you around. As for your window, I drop down from the room above and push the lock back with my butterfly knife. Simple, but effective."

I don't know if I should be impressed or terrified.

"You're taking this all much better than I thought you would. I figured you would be wigging out and calling me a psycho or something."

I lay back against the headboard.

"You know me well enough to know that isn't how I am. I'm not about to pass judgment on you without getting the full story."

He scoots closer and puts a hand on my knee.

"I'm sorry for lying to you. You wouldn't have given me a chance if I confessed to doing such terrible things when we first met. Unless you're as messed up as I am."

I avert my eyes from him. Maybe I am. I woke up pissed at this man and yet my feelings haven't changed. Hell, it's taking so much to not call him "sweetie" or hug him. My heart hurts.

"Lynsie?"

My gut sinks into oblivion for one last question.

"Why didn't you do it?"

He tilts his head.

"Do what?"

"You had prime opportunity to do it...What stopped you from doing more to me?"

The second it comes to him of what I mean by that his eyes widen and hurt claims his face.

"Darling..."

"I told you not to call...!"

He moves fast and cuts me off with an embrace. I can't move.

"I will never take advantage of you. I don't know what put that awful thought in your head, but it hurts knowing you think I'd do something so sick."

I bite my lip as I begin to tremble.

"I know I can be needy. I can't help it sometimes. But I will never force it on you. I can take care of my needs on my own. So please, don't think I'll ever take you like that. I'm not like those bastards that tried to steal you. I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being."

I can feel the tears stream down my cheeks.

"I want our first time to be special. Where we give ourselves to each other willingly. Completely and utterly. I dream of that moment. I long for it with a burning passion. Nothing would make me happier. But I can wait. I swear I can."

I break, holding him close and clinging harshly.

"Darling?"

"*whimpering* I was so scared..."

His hold shifts, gripping my shoulders from behind and pulling himself to be more on me so he can rest his face in my neck.

"Shhhhh...I'm so sorry. Please don't fear me. I'll do better. I promise. Everything's going to be better from now on."

Everything hurts. My body, my mind, and my heart. Nothing about any of this is right. He's not right. He's a stalker. He's obsessed. He's possibly dangerous. He's...He's...the only one to make me feel something. He's the one that makes me smile. He's the one that brightens my day and makes the night worthwhile. He's the one that cares the most for me out of all that I know. He's the one I love. But still...

"*sniffle* Peter..."

He looks up at me.

"Yes, darling?"

I nuzzle his head.

"Thank you for telling me. I know it had to be a little scary for you to open up. But it helped me to feel better."

He smiles.

"I'm glad to hear that."

"I'm willing to forgive you."

"Really?"

"But..."

Come on, be a big girl. You can be nice but don't let him get away with this. He still did you wrong.

"I think we were moving just a little too fast into level three. Maybe we can stay in level two for a wee bit longer?"

He frowns.

"I understand. I messed up and deserve to be punished."

...Is he guilt-tripping me?

"I'm not punishing you. Putting us back at level one would be a punishment. You're just lucky I still love your dorky ass."

I look away bashfully but I know damn well what face he's making based on his purrs.

"Heh...This dork loves you too, darling."

He moves to sit up on me but his weight on my thighs has me whimpering. He backs up off me and I pull my legs to my chest.

"*wince* Tender..."

Guilt claims him. He cautiously touches my leg, eyeing me as he moves the end of my shorts down just enough to see the discolored skin.

"I really overdid it, didn't I?"

I nod.

"Sorry, darling."

He leans down and kisses the skin. The scene has my face burning with the fire of a thousand suns.

"I'll be more gentle next time."

Next time? There's gonna be a next time?!

*buzz-buzz...buzz-buzz*

My phone breaks my thoughts and I check it out. Whoa! That's the time? Half-past noon. I flip to my texts...It's TK.

{TK-oh-snap: I hope you're feeling better. Alisha isn't as fun as you to work with.}

"Who is it?"

Peter's voice reminds me of the situation. Stalkers tend to be easy to trigger with jealousy and possession. I'll have to be careful.

"It's TK. They says they hope I'm feeling better and that Alisha is boring to work with. She doesn't share our humor. Jokes fly over her head sometimes."

"What are you going to reply with?"

"Something simple. I'm not going in today. Not like this. That and I'll be getting an earful from the boss if I clock in with no early notice."

He nods.

{I'm doing better. I'm sure my fever is about gone. Everyone has been pitching in to keep me from dropping dead. Peter's with me. The dude has great taste in movies. We should totally hang again, the three of us.}

I don't know if Peter goes through my phone. But the odds are high that he does. So I figure if he sees I add him in the conversation then he won't think something negative.

*buzz*

{TK-oh-snap: That's great! Hanging out sounds cool. Anything in mind? We have another half-day coming up.}

Another half-day huh? Hmmm...

"Hey, Peter, you wanna hang out with me and TK on my next half-day?"

I don't miss the cut in his eyes at the mention of me spending time with TK.

"Of course, dear. What did you have in mind?"

"There's this bar we chill at sometimes..."

"AFKB, right?"

I almost forgot that he mentioned learning my every move. Of course, he knew about the bar.

"Yeah. You in then? We don't go for drinks. At least, I don't. They have a decent arcade and trivia contest for free food or cash."

"If that is something you want to do, I'll be more than happy to join."

Good. Then that’s something.

{Game night at the bar cool with you?}

{TK-oh-snap: Oh my god, yes! It's been ages since we did that. We are so doing karaoke.}

{Only if the bar is near empty. You know how shy I get.}

{TK-oh-snap: LoL I know. Take care, Lynn. Tell your boy he's in for a good time. As long as he's not a lightweight.}

I snicker to myself. TK is definitely in a good mood now. They don’t drink all that much because they tend to get goof drunk and has no memory the next morning. It's pretty funny sometimes.

"Sweet! This is gonna be fun. Game night with my best dudes!."

Peter chuckles and leans on my knees, his hand gently stroking my outer thigh.

"I'm glad to see you in such a good mood."

I take his hand off me and hold it, interlocking our fingers. I don't want to be caressed but I will still give him contact. I mean, it's not like I don't like it. Holding his hands gives me warm fuzzies.

"I'm just happy to get things back to normal. Well...As normal as things are with you in my life."

"You make it sound like I make things any different from what you're used to. I mean, I've been with you for months. The only difference now is that you know it."

"...Fair point. I guess that means nothing truly changes. Yet, maybe we can alter something."

"Like what?"

"Well...It's a little odd for a boyfriend to have to break into the bedroom of their girlfriend. I'm not saying you have to stop. But maybe we can set something up so you don't have to sneak around and break into the apartment. Make it less likely for someone to think you're up to no good. You know?"

He mulls this over.

"That would be easier for us. I do like that you're okay with my visits."

At this point, I'm not entirely sure if I am or I'm going with it just to keep him from going to new levels of possible crazy. Between my past experiences, his confession of stalker behavior, my paranoia, and what he admits to doing in my sleep...I should be WAY more uncomfortable than this. Yet here I am. Holding his hand, letting him stay close, and contributing to help him continue being in my life. The fuck is going on in my head right now? Why was some of this flattering to me? I'm so messed up.

"I'll be honest...I...I kinda am and not at the same time. Part of me is still bugged you've been doing this. But...*sigh* I do kind of like the idea of you being around."

This gets to him as I continue.

"Sometimes things get to me. Things that not even Cuddles can make better. And when that happens, I really want to be held but there's no one I trust to see me so broken...*sniffle*"

Damn it...I'm making myself cry. I hide in my hands feeling shame for being weak enough to bawl from just explaining this.

"Damn it! I'm so sick of crying!"

He goes into comfort mode. He moves my legs and pulls me into his arms, stroking the back of my head to soothe me. I know he's talking to me. Probably muttering sweet nothings to make me feel better. But I can't hear it. I'm too lost in my self-loathing.

*BANG*

"Guess who got a job!"

"This bitch!"

The calamity of Lucy and Vio busting through the front door freaked me out enough to grip Peter, finally I can hear him.

"Breathe, darling, it's okay. Breathe in, count to five, then breathe out and count again."

I try doing this. My lungs make it hard to do so as they shake in my chest. After a couple of attempts, I regain some form of calm...only to be reminded that my door is open when the bad boy himself comes by to see his "beasty". Peter is focused on me, but I know he knows someone is there by the slight change in his petting. He's just standing there and watching us. No one says anything till Lucy comes over to see what's up.

"Shit! Hun, are you okay? What happened?"

Lucy joins us on the bed and Peter's grip tightens.

"She's fine. Had a bad sad moment is all."

Lucy feels my forehead.

"At least the fever's gone."

She pats Peter's back.

"Good on you, twig. Maybe you're not such an ass after all."

Peter growls a little till I nuzzle him. Lucy goes to the confused Vio.

"This the guy?"

"Yep. That's Lynn's boyfriend."

Lucy heads out but not before slapping Vio's ass.

"Sucks to be you, huh?"

Vio and I just exchange looks. I'm grateful that Peter is facing the window yet nervous that he might still get a glimpse in the reflection. Vio is a dangerous punk-looking man. Long wild hair, darkened eyes, pale grey skin, torn clothing, leather, piercings, finger-less gloves, spiked collar and other accessories. Not to mention the full-body snake tattoo and matching forked pierced tongue. He's the kind of guy you'd be told to stay away from but be drawn to. But that's only on that outside. He's far deeper than he seems. There's a reason you don't judge a book by its cover.

"It's good to see you again, beasty."

He walks off and I feel bad that I forgot him. Stress really did a number on my mind. A cold shiver racks my core.

"You okay, darling? You're trembling again."

"Cold."

"Let's get you something warm to wear."

His consideration has me kiss his cheek without thinking. He smiles and gets up to fetch me something to wear as I shut my door. Of course, he knows where my clothes are. I'm not surprised by his choice either as it's my comfy outfit, a long-sleeved yin yang shirt and matching sweats with opposite-colored sides. Much like the other day, he turns around and allows me to change without the feel of his eyes. Realizing something about me is off I come up to him and tug on his hood for his attention. He turns and I point to my hair. He chuckles and pulls my scrunchie from his pocket, letting me tie my locks up.

"Feeling better?"

I nod.

"Thank you, sweetie."

He cups my face and kisses my forehead.

"I was beginning to miss you calling me that."

I smile shyly.

"Shall we go out there? I bet you're hungry after such a deep sleep."

"Sure. But no smack talk with Lucy, please?"

"I'll try."

"Or Vio?"

He cocks his eyes.

"Who is that guy to you?"

"A bro-friend. I get along with guys better than girls and he's like a wild brother to me."

"That's all?"

I nod with a pout.

"I trust you, sun spot. But I won't hold back if he tries anything."

"Believe me, he's tamer than he looks. Lucy is more likely to say something slap-worthy than him."

I hold his hand and it seems to assure him. We head into the living room, Lucy is at the coffee pot and Vio's lounging on the couch like he lives here. I move from Peter to the fridge for an energy drink and something for him.

"You okay, girl?"

I nod at Lucy and give her a smile.

"Congratulations on the hire."

She sighs with relief.

"Heh, thanks. I hope you'll show me the ropes. The chick that was there seemed uptight."

"Alisha is probably ticked that she's working my shifts. My hours are insane. But with you there helping, things might be so much smoother."

I crack the can open and partake in the strawberry kiwi flavoring. Mmmm...That's the good stuff. Lucy gets a little close to me and keeps her voice down.

"So..."

Her tone kills my good mood. She's about to say something stupid.

"You lose your V-card yet?"

I knew something stupid was coming. I just wasn't expecting that. The shock has the bubbly caffeine come out of my nose much to the amused laughter of a few. On the plus side, my sinuses are clear...but burning like the fires of hell!

"The fuck, Lulu?!"

"I'll take that as a no."

"You do understand there's more to being with someone than having sex right?"

"Hun, you have a man and he's clearly into you. It's a waste not to get the most out of him."

"How many times must I say this? I'm Ace. My sex drive is as dead as the dinosaurs."

She shakes her head.

"Girl, it's one thing to deny yourself. But it's just wrong to lead someone else along."

I...I'm about to slap this bitch.

"I'm gonna walk away before something regretful happens."

"Don't be that way."

"Silence wench! Speak no more nonsense to thee. Lest thou incur the wrath of they who shall not be named."

Snickering is coming from the guys while Lucy rolls her eyes at me.

"Are you seriously using Harry Potter on me?"

"Are you admitting to knowing what Harry Potter is?"

"...Well played, nerd."

I take my victory and drinks to the couch, aiming to sit between the guys but Peter swipes my side as I sit so I end up in his lap. He looks at me innocently and I roll my eyes at him while giving him a soda.

"You're such a dork."

"You love this dork."

"True."

Peter smirks as he drinks and I playfully punch his shoulder.

"Cute."

Vio's voice chimes in. Gaining our attention.

"You look cute."

"Thanks."

This feels awkward.

"Vio, this is Peter. Peter, this is Vio."

Vio shoots a finger gun and Peter nods. A great start to match the one TK experienced.

"So, beasty, how ya been?"

"Been good. You?"

"Can't complain. It's nice being with good company again."

"I can imagine. Do you plan on staying out of trouble this time?"

He chuckles while combing a hand through his hair.

"Ya make it sound like I go looking for it."

I shoot him a look and he smirks.

"Yeah, beasty, I'm gonna be a good boy from now on. My ass is staying as far away from a cell as possible."

"What even were you in for in the first place?"

"An overdue library book."

He says that with such a straight face I honestly can't tell if it's a joke.

"...Are you serious?"

He snickers.

"Dude, are you for real?"

"I'll never tell~."

"Fucking tease!"

Vio cracks up as Lucy joins us, sitting at Vio's side and gives him some dirty bean water of his own.

"So you know what a tease is? Funny."

Why you gotta be such a buzzkill, Lucy?

"Don't start, Lucy. The day is good so far. Leave it like that."

Lucy looks at Peter, ignoring me and my warning.

"Don't let her fool you. God knows Lynsie needs a good fuck with some nice passionate man meat, but I prefer my roommates being able to walk afterward. So go easy on her, m'kay? Don't rough her up, she doesn't need a bruised body."

I am livid. Seeing red. I'm not embarrassed, far from it, I'm honestly pissed off! The lion, the witch, and the sheer audacity of this fucking bitch! My grip on the rockstar is mixed between crushing the can and locking my fingers in restrained rage. Peter himself is glaring daggers at her, his free hand trying to hold my now shaking arms still. I'm on the edge, all I need is the tiniest push and I'll either go off on her or leave to vent.

"Fuck's wrong with ya?"

Vio asks and takes the words out of my mouth before I can utter a swear. Lucy looks at him weirdly.

"What?"

"You know she isn't active. Why ya gotta always bust her balls 'cause she's a virgin?"

I remember now why I liked Vio. He'd call Lucy out when she'd be stupid. And for some fucking reason, she'll listen to him and not me.

"It's just a joke."

"Does it sound like anyone's laughing?"

She is oddly stubborn today.

"You can't really believe her BS? Everybody fucks."

I can't bring myself to laugh at the possibility of that being a parody book that I'd so want to get for the funny. I get off Peter and stand up. My limit is reached. If I hear more I might actually snap.

"Good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow."

The red flags are my exaggerated smile and far too sweet tone. DO NOT SPEAK OR YOU WILL DIE! I turn on my heel and stiffly stroll away for my room. As soon as I round the corner I hear speedy footfalls and by the time I'm at my door, Peter is by my side. He's about to speak but the intense glare I'm drilling into the door and my death grip on the knob zips his lip shut.

"No, Peter..."

I try to keep the snarl out of my words. I don't want my rage on him. It's not meant for him.

"Give me a few minutes. Then you can come in."

He reluctantly nods.

I go into my room and, once the door is shut, roar out loud. I don't care how bad it scrapes my throat. I want the sound out. I want the feeling out. I want it to be heard. I only stop when I have to chug my drink to soothe the burn doing such a sound makes. Still...I'm in a shit mood. Turning to my laptop, I set it up to play some tunes I keep in a list for certain moods and flop onto the bed to face the ceiling. It's time to lose myself. It's how I reset after super bad moods.

The music kicks on...Numb by Linkin Park.

"♪I'm tired of being what you want me to be. Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface. Don't know what you're expecting of me. Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes...(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you...(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) I've become so numb! I can't feel you there! Become so tired! So much more aware! I'm becoming this! All I want to do! Is be more like me! And be less like you!♫"

I mouth the lyrics. I know them by heart. Linkin Park was the jam of any teen that felt like shit.

"♪Can't you see that you're smothering me? Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control. 'Cause everything that you thought I would be. Has fallen apart right in front of you...(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you...(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take! I've become so numb! I can't feel you there! Become so tired! So much more aware! I'm becoming this! All I want to do! Is be more like me! And be less like you! And I know...I may end up failing too! But I know...You were just like me with someone disappointed in you...!♫"

Man, they still rock after so long. We miss you, Chester. You were great.

"♪I've become so numb! I can't feel you there! Become so tired! So much more aware! I'm becoming this! All I want to do! Is be more like me! And be less like you! I've become so numb...I can't feel you there! (I'm tired of being what you want me to be) I've become so numb...I can't feel you there! (I'm tired of being what you want me to be)♫"

The next song begins to play as I hear my door open and the stomping of panicked steps rush to catch up. I don't look at who it is, keeping my stare at the ceiling till they enter my view. Vio just stares down at me till Peter yanks him. I end the possible war about to start by snapping my fingers and motioning them to hush.

The song this time is Just Stop by Disturbed.

"♪Just stop enough of the limitless critical comments on my life. Just drop the judgment and all of your pseudo-involvement in my life. Step back a moment, and look at the miracle starting in our life. Don't stop the moment, and let the incredible happen knowing that. All that you want is to criticize. Something for nothing. And all that I want is forgiveness one more time. To be the best in the world...♫"

Peter makes the first move, joining me on the bed and pulling me to his chest. I can only guess the exchange of looks the guys have because I just hear Vio scoff a laugh before feeling him lounge beside me against the headboard and begin petting my head, making Peter growl. The hell happened out there?

"♪Just stop with all of your little deliberate problems with my life. Enough of all the crippling, terrible pain we feel inside. Step back a moment, remember how the miracle started in our life. Take back the torment; I won't be enjoying this moment knowing that. All that you want is to criticize. Something for nothing. And all that I want is forgiveness one more time. I know that. All that we want is to feel inside. Some kind of comfort. And all that we've done. We can hide. We'll be the best in the world...♫"

I'm still trying to mentally unwind the "go rip Lucy's tits off" spring in my brain so I'm just a rag-doll lost to the music. Peter keeps his growl low but moves his hands to more possessive spots, the one arm that rested under my neck has its hand nearly cupping my breast and his other hand grabs a palm-full of my ass. All this does is get a chuckle from the punk behind me as he merely retorts by taking hold of my ponytail and burying his face in it. Peter flinches hard and his grip tightens. I'm sandwiched between two dorks that are having an annoying dominance contest with me and I have no fucks to give.

"♪All I ever wanted was to be a real source of compassion. From the moment that we found ourselves drowning in. All I ever wanted was to be a real source of compassion. From the moment that we found ourselves drowning in. All that you want is to criticize. Something for nothing. And all that I want is forgiveness one more time. I know that. All that we want is to feel inside. Some kind of comfort. And all that we've done. We can hide. We'll be the best in the world...! We'll be the best in the world...! Just stop enough of the limitless critical comments on my life! Just drop the judgment and all of your pseudo-involvement in my life!♫"

Another song ends to let another begin and at the second I hear the piano keys play three things happen. One, Peter has a visceral reaction to the music as if he's got a bad memory connected to it. Two, I know it's going to be a long song since it's Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. And three...Vio starts singing.

"♪When I was a young boy. My father took me into the city. To see a marching band. He said, 'Son, when you grow up. Would you be the savior of the broken. The beaten and the damned?' He said, 'Will you defeat them? Your demons, and all the non-believers. The plans that they have made? Because one day, I'll leave you a phantom. To lead you in the summer. To join the black parade'.♫"

Feeling a bit better and hearing someone going with it, I get the nerve to join in.

"♪When I was a young boy! My father took me into the city! To see a marching band! He said, 'Son, when you grow up! Would you be the savior of the broken! The beaten and the damned?!♫"

Peter's hold loosens so I move to get away from them both and sit at the end of the bed, facing them. Peter's uncomfortably confused but Vio smirks and continues to harmonize with me.

"♪Sometimes I get the feelin'. She's watchin' over me. And other times I feel like I should go. And through it all, the rise and fall. The bodies in the streets. And when you're gone, we want you all to know...We'll carry on, we'll carry on! And though you're dead and gone, believe me. Your memory will carry on! We'll carry on! And in my heart, I can't contain it. The anthem won't explain it. A world that sends you reelin'. From decimated dreams. Your misery and hate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back. Let's shout it loud and clear! Defiant to the end, we hear the call...To carry on, we'll carry on! And though you're dead and gone, believe me. Your memory will carry on! We'll carry on! And though you're broken and defeated. Your weary widow marches...♫"

Suddenly Peter joins in and the two of us shut up as he goes hard, I guess doing so to not be shown up by Vio.

"♪On and on, we carry through the fears. Oh, oh, oh! Disappointed faces of your peers. Oh, oh, oh! Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all! Do or die, you'll never make me! Because the world will never take my heart! Go and try, you'll never break me! We want it all, we wanna play this part! I won't explain or say I'm sorry! I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scars! Give a cheer for all the broken! Listen here, because it's who we are! I'm just a man, I'm not a hero! Just a boy, who had to sing this song! I'm just a man, I'm not a hero! I don't care...!♫"

I join him in the finish to carry the longer notes much to his delight.

"♪We'll carry on, we'll carry on! And though you're dead and gone, believe me. Your memory will carry on! You'll carry on! And though you're broken and defeated. Your weary widow marches on...! Do or die, you'll never make me! Because the world will never take my heart! Go and try, you'll never break me! We want it all, we wanna play this part! We'll carry on...! Do or die, you'll never make me! Because the world will never take my heart! Go and try, you'll never break me! We want it all, we wanna play this part! We'll carry on...!♫"

I'm out of breath after that, panting a bit to keep from getting lightheaded as Vio gets up and shuts the music off. Thank god, some of those other songs can get long and singing death-metal like Rammstein in German can get crazy.

"Feeling better, beasty?"

I hold a thumbs up to respond as I hit my chest.

"Easy, darling. Don't push it. You just got over being sick."

"*cough* I'm good. No worries, sweetie."

Peter beams a smile before it dies as Vio comes up behind me and grabs my head, tilting it back to look up at him.

"Don't let Lucy get to ya. A chick that's had so much cock can't remember what it was like to be an empty shell."

And I thought I needed a filter?

"I suppose. But that's not really the issue."

He cocks his eyes.

"What? You actually banging 'sweetie' over there?"

I glare as Peter growls loudly.

"Irrelevant. Don't get on my shit list by saying crap like that."

He lets my face go, hands up in defense with a playful grin.

"Wouldn't dream of it, beasty. Was just asking 'cause you never struck me as the kind of gal to change her ways. Especially for someone else. The whole 'you with a boyfriend' is a little tough to grasp."

My stare is less annoyed but Peter is still on edge. I move to his side and wrap my arms around him, ending the hostel sounds.

"I didn't realize it was so weird for someone to want companionship. Ace people can be lonely too."

That seems to cut Vio's cool and he shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah...That's true. Sorry if I was an ass. We still cool?"

I can't be mad at the guy.

"We cool, V. Hell, at least you have the balls to apologize."

I sigh and lean on Peter more. He gets the hint and puts an arm around me in comfort.

"Lulu just pisses me off. Like, even my family understood me for being this way...Even if the question of 'are you ever gonna date' popped up every now and then."

I feel myself getting bummed again.

"I don't tell her she has to stop having sex. So why does she mock me just 'cause I don't screw?"

Peter cups my chin and gets me to look at him as he makes our brows touch.

"Darling, are you happy with me?"

The question is like a gut punch.

"Y-Yes."

"Then does it matter what she says?"

This...This is the man that I fell for. The reason I'm not freaking out that he's been stalking me. I smile and give him a bit of shock with a sudden kiss.

"I love you."

A sweet yet smug smirk graces Peter.

"I love you too."

Vio rolls his eyes and puts his hands behind his head.

"Gross. You two keep your sickly sweetness in here before you give the whole building diabetes."

He starts to leave.

"You sticking around, V?"

He pauses at the door.

"Yeah, no worries, beasty. Daddy's just gonna bitch at mommy to make her say sorry to baby girl."

I cringe.

"Ew. Dude, just no. Never say that shit again."

Vio laughs as he leaves and Peter leans into my neck.

"I don't like him."

A chill hits me.

"W-Why?"

"He likes you."

"At this point, doesn't everybody?"

His grip tightens.

"Darling, this isn't something to joke about. This is OUR relationship. WE are in this together. YOU are MINE. And I am YOURS. Other people don't need to be so close."

I'm walking a dangerous line here.

"I understand. But you really don't have to worry about others. I am loyal to YOU. My eyes will never stray. My heart is in your hands. And it is by my will who I let be close..."

I put a hand to his cheek, my thumb rubbing small gentle circles.

"Only you, Peter...Only you can be this close to me. No one else."

He holds my hand, nuzzling the palm and giving it tiny kisses.

"I have complete faith in you, my love. It's the others...They will try to steal you from me."

"Not gonna happen."

"How do you know?"

"Because I won't let it."

"But..."

"Peter..."

I pull him into a kiss and it takes him a moment to melt into it.

"I can't be stolen. I am YOURS."

I have to ease him. I don't want him to see threats. Nothing good will come of that.

A blissful look comes to him as he purrs a coo.

"YOU are MINE~."

I inwardly rejoice at defusing that meltdown and nuzzle his nose.

"You are mine, sweetie."

"I am yours, darling~."

Keep him happy. Just keep him happy and he'll stay the guy that makes you happy. You can totally do this. All you need to do is some research. Learn what to do and how to fix things if he's triggered. No one has to know or get hurt. ...Wait...Oh, fuck! He's been crashing on the upper level! Mr. Williams!

I break away from Peter much to his confusion and try to keep calm despite the overwhelming panic.

"Darling? What's wrong?"

Shit! How do I explain this? Default! Always default!

"Urgent high-level boss event! Must fortify or all is lost!"

The stress in my voice doesn't help either.

"Calm down. It can't be that bad."

I just nod rapidly.

"I gotta go or all the progress will be for nothing."

"Just tell me and I can..."

"I don't want to lose you!"

I blurt it out and run. I don't know if he's following, I pray he's not. The living room is a blur as I flee the apartment and gun it to the ground floor...completely missing the wet floor sign and cracking my head on the floor when I try to stop. The sound has my ears ringing. I don't move. Knowing my luck, I've made a crimson mess on the once clean tile.

A sudden rustling of multiple locks gets my attention. Door 001 opens and Don nearly steps on me.

"...Do I even want to know?"

I wave stupidly.

"Hi, Mr. Williams. Did you recently mop? Great job."

He palms his face with one hand and reaches down with the other, helping me off my ass. Thankfully, no red stain is left where I was.

"I take it something happened. Brenda called me saying she heard depressing music."

Brenda needs to mind her business sometimes.

"That's kinda part of why I was rushing over."

He huffs, placing his hands on his hips and glaring slightly.

"Did Lucy do something? Did she bring that riffraff back to this place again? I swear to God, any more damage to this place and she's gone. I caught her trying to smoke weed the other day for fuck's sake. I know she did! Scented candle, my ass."

And he wonders why hardly anyone comes to him if there's a problem. The dude will chew you out even if it's not you that he's pissed at. My shrinking snaps him out of his huffing and puffing.

"Anyways, you wanted to talk to me about something?"

I nod.

"Yes, sir."

He motions me inside. Now, while he does hassle tenants about keeping rooms clean, Don doesn't really practice what he preaches. His place is what I'd call an organized mess. It's cluttered but everything is in a place that can be found with ease. Boxes, bags, and even a bike are stacked around to just allow the most simple of movements. But it's not like I can fault him, he's the one paying for the whole building so others can live in better units. He makes his way into one of the rooms, leaving the door open so that I can follow him in. It's not any better. The small space is worse than out there. Piles upon piles of paperwork are stacked on his desk and floor, filing cabinets overflowing with more paperwork for God knows how long. Coffee stains and various bottle caps from beer bottles scattered all over his desk, and cigarette butts littered the window seal as though he would smoke with the window open. That explains the smell...Well, at least his wall decals are nice with classic tin posters of old diners and soda companies. I catch a glimpse of a picture frame he had on his desk. The frame itself looks rather old, like those 1960's frames you'd find in a thrift store nowadays. But the photo inside is very recent looking, it shows Don with a young man in a police uniform. Is...Is that his son? Don has a son and they're a cop?! Fuck my luck. Sitting himself at his desk, Don lets out a long sigh and rocks for a moment.

"Okay, kid...Spill it. What's up?"

"Well, for one, Lucy has managed to snag a job...At the diner I'm working at."

That nearly has him smile...nearly.

"Let me guess...They don't piss test?"

I shake my head.

"Figures. But at least she'll be making payments...Right?"

I nod.

"Yes, sir."

"Good...Good. I guess I can extend the deadline an extra week. Allow her to make a decent paycheck."

I nod again in thanks for that.

"What else did you want to tell me?"

Okay...Time to begin operation cover Peter's ass or die trying.

"Well...With Lucy bringing in a check, my hours at the diner will be cut. So...I was wondering...Maybe you could use some help around the building?"

He runs a hand through his hair.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I look at him funny.

"Look, I appreciate that you're willing to kill yourself to stay here and keep Lucy...for some reason. But don't you think you need a break? Sure, she's working now, but you've been working triple shifts for the last three months. I admire a hard-working responsible person. I do. And you being so nice and trying so hard not to be mean...It's refreshing."

Did...Did his voice suddenly get softer or am I just having mental damage from the fall?

"But think about yourself for once. You push yourself too hard. Take the time off and enjoy it. Get a hobby or something."

I can't accept this. I need to sway him. I need to protect Peter.

"Sir, it's fine. I already have hobbies and they don't take much time. I don't get out much, so I'm always in the building. I really don't mind helping you. Especially since you've been so kind to me and understanding with my situation."

Okay...Time to bring it home.

"Please, Don? Even if it's just minor things, like changing light bulbs or mopping the floors. Hell, I'll pick up the trash around the building. Just...Let me help you."

Too much. Dial back some of that. Don't sound desperate or pushy.

He looks off awkwardly.

"You don't have to do this. You're a good kid. Don't feel obligated to help just 'cause I threw you a bone here or there."

"N-No! That's not it all. Sure, you've been good to me. That much is true. But I'm asking not out of some feeling that I owe you. I'm asking as a friend to help a friend who's been there for me even when I didn't ask."

My natural sheepishness has my hands coming together and playing with themselves to distract the nervous part of my brain. He picks up on this.

"Why are you so keen on this?"

Think you idiot!

"Is Lucy getting to you?"

...Perfect!

"*sigh* She's being mean to me."

"Kid, you're an adult. Sound like it."

"Fine. She's being a cunt nugget."

"Better."

"She keeps mocking my asexuality. Like, so what if I don't fuck every guy that looks my way? I don't degrade you for every dick you suck."

The look on his face tells me I might have gone a tad too far.

"Sorry. But you see where I'm coming from, right? She's even doing it in front of Peter. Accusing me of using him. Bad enough I have to deal with that at home but now she'll be around me at work. So...Maybe doing things around the building will keep some distance between us."

"Do you want me to talk to her?"

I shake my head and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"*huff* That girl, I swear..."

He leans back in thought.

"...If you're that desperate to avoid her, I suppose I could hire you to do some odd jobs around here."

My eyes light up.

"Really? You mean it?"

"Yeah, I guess..."

He's caught off guard by my sudden and eager hug.

"Thank you, Don!"

This hug is made short when he pushes me a bit so I'll back off.

"Sorry. I got a little carried away there. My bad."

He avoids eye contact, his face a little flush.

"It's fine. Don't mention it."

He gets up from his desk and guides me out of his office space.

"Listen...Just 'cause I'm doing this, it doesn't mean you'll get any special treatment. You're a hard worker and you always stay on top of your rent, so I expect you to keep that up for me. I won't let you skirt by if I catch you slacking off while working for me. And hey, you might make more helping out this dump than you do at that greasy spoon diner."

I'm taken aback by that last part.

"Wait...You'll pay me?"

He just stares.

"Were you honestly going to work for me for free?"

I shrug.

"Well, yeah. I was asking as a good friend. Not a tenant. I'm fine with just doing things for you for the sake of helping."

His face burns red and he slaps his palm there to hide it.

"*mumble* Fuck me..."

I'm getting concerned for this guy.

"Don?"

He drags said hand across his face.

"*cough* Uh...No. I'm going to pay you."

"But..."

"No buts. Take it or leave it."

I merely nod with a small smile.

"Understood, sir. Thank you for this. It means a lot."

He rolls his eyes as he opens his front door for me, leaning on the frame.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a saint and all that shit. Just be at my door when you come home tomorrow, we'll work out a schedule as I give you the rundown for what you need to do and how. Now head back and try not to run this time. I don't want you getting hurt."

I can't help the faint blush or stupid giggle that gave me.

"Will do. Have a good day, Don. And thanks again."

With that, he closes the door behind me as I take my leave. I can't believe it! It fucking worked! With my new position as Don's aid, I can keep him out of the upper level and keep Peter from being found out. I head up back to my unit but stop at the top of the stairs...Peter's waiting there with folded arms.

"Urgent high-level boss event, huh?"

I come to him and keep a hushed voice.

"Don't give me attitude. I just gave up free time to cover for you."

He eyes me so I point upwards. His eyes narrow.

"Does he know?"

I shake my head.

"I'm going to keep it that way."

He sighs and puts an arm around my shoulders, walking us to my apartment.

"Thank you, darling."

"No thanks are needed. I meant what I said...I don't want to lose you."

He grins, leaning on me.

"Not gonna lie...Knowing you'll do so much for me is turning me on~."

I smirk.

"From what you've told me, everything I do turns you on."

He purrs in my ear.

"What are you gonna do about it, darling~?"

He nips my ear and I pull away much to his shock.

"Me? I'm not gonna do a damn thing. That's level three stuff. And if you recall..."

I poke his forehead.

"We're back at level two thanks to last night's 'accident'."

He pouts as I open the door and head inside.

"But it was an accident. Can't we just go back to level three?"

"No. Accident or not, it still wasn't okay."

"Trouble in paradise?"

Vio remarks while flipping through TV channels, not looking our way.

"Just a small marital thing. No rough seas rocking this love boat."

Peter hugs me tight from behind.

"Marital? Oh, darling, I knew you'd want to marry me!"

Vio drops the remote in disbelief and I try to hide my embarrassment.

"Do not read into that! He did not propose!"

"I can if you want me to."

I am both surprised and not at the same time.

"Stop trying to skip levels while all party members aren't properly prepared."

"But, darling, we don't need to slog through tutorials or grind for XP. Our stats are in perfect sync."

Vio busts a gut laughing as I finally surrender to Peter's hold, him nuzzling my hair.

"Holy shit...*guffawing* You guys are the biggest fucking nerds...*cackling* It's too rich..."

He's not wrong. Still, he doesn't have to nearly scream it.

"Shall we go to the bedroom, my love~?"

Peter's husky whisper sends shivers through me that I have no doubt he can feel. My protests fall on deaf ears, mainly cause Vio is too fucking loud! Peter drags me to my room and...we find Lucy waiting.

"H-Hey...Got a minute?"

Peter rumbles lowly and I sigh.

"Sweetie, give us a sec."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. This will be quick. Then maybe we can finally eat."

He smacks his forehead.

"I knew I forgot something. Fear not..."

He kisses my cheek.

"I'll be back soon, dear."

He leaves and I close the door, looking at Lucy blankly.

"What do you want?"

She pats the bed, wanting me to sit with her. I don't move. She feels awkward now.

"Look, I want to apologize."

"Because you were told to. Do you even understand why I'm upset?"

She waves her hand around.

"Yeah yeah, I've heard it from you and him. You're Ace so you don't fuck and all that shit. It's still wrong for you to string your boyfriend along."

I rub my face.

"I'm not stringing Peter along. He is 100% aware of how things are and committed to a level system designed around easing me into being comfortable with intimacy. No one is being 'strung along'."

"So you're saying you WILL fuck him?"

I want to yell so bad. I lock the door much to her worry.

"Wait...Why are you...?"

"I'm gonna say this as simply as I can because you seem to not understand the difference between someone that is Ace and someone that is abstaining or celibate. Asexuality is when someone experiences little to no sexual attraction toward others. They might also have little to no desire to have sexual encounters, in general. That said, every asexual person is different in the way they approach sexual intimacy. Consider it more of a spectrum versus a concrete set of rules. Abstinence and celibacy are choices. Asexuality isn't!"

"Then why do you even have a boyfriend?"

"Oh gee, I dunno, maybe because I like the guy and companionship is still a thing. He makes me happy. Is that really so odd?"

"So you're not even attracted to him?"

I rub my brow to soothe a headache forming.

"I am in a different way than what you know. Let me give an example...Vio. You like him, right?"

"Yeah."

"And, take the friendship out of this for a moment, would you say he's attractive?"

"Well duh."

"But why do you think that? How is he attractive to you?"

"...You've seen him, right?"

"So his appearance. Anything else?"

"Well, have you seen the outline he's got? He's packing quite the prize down there."

"Is that all?"

She looks at me with slight confusion.

"Where are you going with this?"

"You basically described yourself as someone that is inclined to be aesthetically attracted to someone. Looks factor heavily in your choice of partner."

"I mean, do you wanna fuck a guy that looks like a dumpster fire?"

"No, but looks aren't my top priorities when being pulled to someone. I seek personality first. I don't care if you look like an Adonis, if you act like shit, I'm not interested. For me..."

I think of Peter and smile.

"I want to know the guy first. I want something that makes me feel things that I can't otherwise. I want to know my partner will be there for me if I need them. The deepest of intimate moments for me is just laying in each other's arms and listening to their heartbeat. *sigh* That's bliss to me."

"But what about sex?"

"What? Sexual attraction?"

I just shrug.

"Really? You want all that from someone but not the main event?"

"Wanting to have sex with someone is different from wanting a romantic relationship with them. Sexual attraction isn't the same as romantic attraction. Sexual desire is also different from romantic desire. One is the desire to have sex, while the other is about desiring a romantic relationship. I like to think of it like cake. Sexual desire is wanting to eat it. Romantic love is just enjoying how beautiful it looks."

She is trying to absorb all this but it really is difficult for most to grasp.

"So...You feel nothing down there? Not even a little?"

I look at her funny.

"Do you mean do I get horny?"

"Um...Yeah?"

"Eh, sometimes. Not much but it happens."

That gets her attention.

"What?!"

"Yeah. I said being Ace was little to no sexual attraction toward others and little to no desire to have sexual encounters. I never said Ace people can't get aroused."

She has a look of "just fucking shoot me" on her face. I sigh and lean on the door.

"There's a difference between libido, sexual desire, and sexual attraction. Libido, also known as your sex drive, is about wanting to have sex and experience sexual pleasure and sexual release. For some people, it's a little like wanting to scratch an itch. Sexual desire is the desire to have sex, whether it's for pleasure, a personal connection, conception, or something else. Sexual attraction involves finding someone sexually appealing and wanting to have sex with them. Plenty of people who aren't asexual have a low libido, or they might not desire sex. Similarly, many asexual people still have a libido and might experience sexual desire. So, asexual people might still masturbate or have sex. Again, asexuality doesn't always mean someone doesn't enjoy sex. It just means they don't experience sexual attraction. There are many reasons why an asexual person might want to have sex. To satisfy their libido. To conceive children. To make their partner happy. To experience the physical pleasure of sex. To show and receive affection. For the sensual pleasure of sex, including touching and cuddling. But you get my point. Of course, some asexual people have little to no sex drive or sexual desire and that's also okay! Asexuality means different things to different people."

"...So Ace's can have sex?"

"Yes. As mentioned, some asexual people do have sex, because sexual desire is different from sexual attraction. In other words, you might not look at someone and feel the need to have sex with them, but you might still want to have sex. Every asexual person is different. Some might be repulsed by sex, some might feel nonchalant about it, and some might enjoy it. It all depends on the person and situation."

"Then...Even you might have sex?"

I shrug again.

"I dunno. I'm pretty indifferent to the idea. Might make it a marriage thing. Like...I guess if Peter and I really hit it off...Maybe? I mean, what kind of partner would that make me if I didn't help him out of I did something to get him all worked up?"

She gets up and comes over to me, giving me a weird vibe.

"Don't do that."

"...Do what?"

"Feel like you'll have to give sex out of obligation. If I can give you any advice, it's that. He can take care of his own hard-ons."

"Yeah, I know. We talk about this stuff. It's called healthy communication."

It's pretty much one of the few things healthy in our relationship.

She suddenly hugs me and I feel so uncomfortable. I'm usually the one that's physically expressive, not her. Hell, she didn't even shake my hand when we first met.

"Lulu? You okay?"

"My little Lynsie is growing up so fast!"

And just like that, I'm disliking being hugged.

*knock-knock*

"Everything okay, darling?"

"Did you guys have a catfight and leave us out of it? Not cool."

"What is wrong with you?"

"Don't lie. Two babes wrestling around, pulling hair, tearing clothes, biting and drawing blood...That shit is fucking hot."

The lack of response from Peter has me snickering. Naughty boy is thinking about it. Probably not in the same way as Vio but naughty nonetheless.

"You guys are dorks!"

Lucy lets me go and I unlock the door. Peter practically rushes in, tackling me to the ground while Vio chills in the hall with an amused smirk.

"You two finally get things settled?"

Lucy gives the punk a thumbs up.

"Good. I like my ladies to get along."

Peter flinches hearing that, picking me up along with him from the floor as my stomach growls.

"Is it lunchtime now?"

This is enough of a distraction.

"Forgive me, darling."

Peter takes off and I plop onto my bed.

"Are you two going to loom like vultures or what?"

"I might."

Vio speaks.

"I got a blunt with your name on it if you're up for it?"

Lucy tempts.

"Deal. Later, beasty."

"Have fun you two. And remember to use the air freshener. Don is not falling for the scented candle excuse."

I sigh with relief as I'm left alone for a moment. My body is happy to not be doing anything. It's been tense since waking up because of the bruising. If I can keep still for the rest of the day, that would be amazing.

"Here we go, darling..."

Of course with Peter practically attached to me, that's going to be nearly impossible.

"Is everything alright?"

He shuts the door as I take a moment to just breathe.

"Yeah. Just trying to take it easy."

He sits beside me, something making a light clattering sound.

"Are you still tender?"

"Yeah."

"Want me to feed you?"

I chuckle and sit up. Noting the bowel of stew in his hands.

"You don't have to do that."

"But I will if you want."

Awww...Sweet Peter melts my heart.

"How about this..."

I move to the other side of the bed and remove the warm layers I'm wearing before laying flat on my stomach when done.

"I feed myself while you be a sweetheart and try to make my boo-boos hurt less. Deal?"

His eyes are wide before partly lidding in a soft expression.

"I would be delighted to care for you, darling."

He scoots closer and hands me the bowel, letting me prop myself comfortably before putting his hands on me.

"You'll tell me if it hurts, right?"

I nod and start eating. He slowly begins messaging my legs, working his way from the calve to the thigh.

"My poor, darling...So tense."

*pop*

My knee is moved just right and I sigh in content from the pop.

"That felt good?"

"So good. You're doing wonderfully, sweetie."

He repeats the motion on my other leg and after a few tries...

*pop*

"Mmmm~..."

This is a good way to relax. A warm stew and gentle hands to make all the worries go away.

"*wince*"

"Sorry! Sorry...You're still really sensitive here."

His hands move away from my inner thighs and roam to my hips.

"I'm sorry I was so rough."

"I've already forgiven you."

"You're letting me off easy. I need to make it up to you."

He's being more careful with his touching. I purr while sipping broth.

"I wronged you and you not only forgive me, but you then make sure I don't get in trouble. My darling deserves a proper show of gratitude."

"It was nothing, dear. We're a couple. It's only right that I look out for you. Mr. Williams won't be troubling us, I'll see to it."

"*scoff* I think he should mind his own business. Just because he's lonely and bitter doesn't mean the rest of us have to be."

His fingers tread lightly along my sides and I squirm.

"Does it hurt?"

"N-No...Tickles a little."

He smirks and I show the bowel to end any tickle thoughts.

"Don't even think about it."

"Fair enough."

He returns to rub along my back and I savor it all. The peace, the warmth, the care, it's all so calming.

"*wince*"

"I think it's a stress knot. You need to be flat for this. It's right on the curve."

With not much left to feed on, I gulp the rest down and let him take it so I can lay down. With that taken care of, he adds some pressure to the knot and I'm clawing the bed in whimpers.

"I know, darling, I know it hurts. But it'll get better. You just gotta take it for a little longer. I know you can."

I nod and bite my tongue when he pushes hard into it. A sudden shift in the muscle gives and the flood of stars that fills my eyes is obscene...as is the sound that escapes my lips.

"Oh, darling..."

His weight is on top of me and his hands over mine, mouth practically panting by my ear.

"How am I supposed to hold myself back when you make such lewd sounds for me~?"

That ravenous tongue of his laps my nape, moving hair away till there's enough skin to clasp his mouth down on. My body reacts to the sensitive sensation, fingers lacing with his as I quiver against him and sigh his name. That's when the hickey becomes a full-on bite. I moan much to his growing enjoyment.

"You're so sensitive...Fuck, you drive me crazy..."

"Peter, please..."

He moves to bring my arms together and holds them by the wrists with one hand, his free hand snakes around my middle to keep me closer to him.

"I heard what you told Lucy..."

Oh...fuck...

"You truly meant it that night, didn't you? That you would try for me. You would try to be more okay with us making love if we reached that point. You meant it because you love me and you'll only be with the one you love, isn't that right?"

His tongue trails my jawline as his hips start moving. My face is turning all shades of red.

"I...I mean..."

"No lies, darling..."

He kisses my cheek.

"No more hiding or secrets. Remember?"

The look in his eyes, dark with loving lust, a weird mix but it makes me shudder.

"I...I would for you."

His mouth curves in hunger, a toothy grin of satisfaction. The motion of his hips pressing harder into grinding against my ass.

"Mmmmmm...I knew it...*groan* I knew you were perfect...I couldn't ask for a more perfect partner. And now that we're open...*shudder* I don't have to hold back in letting you know just how much I need you..."

His hand moves from my waist to hold my breast and I fight to suppress the unladylike feelings he's giving me.

"Your nipple's hard. *chuckle* My darling is being so naughty~."

Says the guy pawing me and driving me insane. I'd say something but if I were to open my mouth I don't think I could stop what comes out and that would likely only make him do more.

"I love how soft you are…And how your body reacts to me…Like it was meant solely for me and my touch…*moan* Fuck, I need more!"

He sits up, pulling me along to be on his lap, and keeps the hold as the grinding intensifies.

"Sing for me, darling..."

His hand pinches the hardened bud and I bite my lip hard.

"Let me hear your love for me~."

Between the grinding, the fondling, and the return of his biting at my neck...I come undone. His name rolling out of me in a shameful moan that gets me to smile a little seeing the look on his face from it.

"Heh...A b-bit more than what you b-bargained for there, huh sweetie?"

He shudders hard before stealing a deep passionate kiss that has me breathless. Fuck, this man leaves me utterly weak. The hand holding my wrists lets go, allowing me to grip his legs for support as his now free hand cups over my heated core.

"So warm...You're so fucking hot for me...*growl* God, I want to tear your pants off and shove my cock so deep inside you'll feel me in the back of your throat."

My mood turns and I stop everything.

"What did you just say?"

My sour tone catches him by surprise.

"Um...It was just dirty talk, darling. I can't really do that."

"No, dirty talk is fine. That word...I don't like that word."

He looks at me funny.

"...Cock?"

I groan and move away from him.

"Yeah, that one."

"Wait, what's wrong?"

I look at him blankly.

"*sigh* As much as I'm digging my own grave telling you this...I've learned there are a few choice words that completely turn me off. Cock is one."

His heart sinks.

"I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the mood."

"I know you didn't."

He hugs me apologetically.

"What are the other words? I don't want to do that again."

"Pretty much there's five and only if they're used in a sexual way does it bother me. Cock, pussy, daddy, mommy, and baby. Any of that said in a sexy way to me is like nails on a chalkboard my head."

He cringes and then looks puzzled.

"How did you learn those things turned you off?"

"Smutty fanfics. Really kills my buzz even in the best of stories."

The gears turn in his head.

"Did you write stuff like that in your stories?"

I pale a little.

"...Are those what the binders under the bed are?"

We stare at each other before he makes a break for it and I try to stop him...I fail. Years of writings hardly contained in six overstuffed binders that all started way back in middle school. Some I've rewritten out of displeasure of my skill at the time. Very few are complete. The ones that are, have pages that number in the hundreds. But there's so much content to look through that Peter isn't going to be done anytime soon, at least not by nightfall. I take this as the break I've needed and crash while he reads, answering questions when he has any. It's kinda nice actually. As nerve-wracking as it is to hear each piece of paper being flipped to the next one, it's nice that he's reviewing it. Granted he's probably stealing ideas to use on me but the feedback is sweet enough to let that slide. Eventually, I start to feel sleepy. Peter's still on the floor and reading his heart out. I can't help the smile I get as I join him, lying beside him with my head on his leg which earns me petting. Slowly I drift off. This was a strange day.

…

I stir from slumber shivering and now finding myself in bed. The lights are out, the window open, and Peter is gone. Maybe he had to go check on Rat? Or had to get something? Ugh...I shouldn't think so much. It'll wake my brain and I'll never get back to sleep. He'll be back. He always comes back. The clock is barely visible and reads one something. I gotta wake up in a few hours. I at the most get up to close the curtains and something outside moves. Trying to focus does little to nothing as whatever it was doesn't do anything to catch my sight again. Weird. Almost looked like something ducked into shrubbery across the way.

"Spooky."

The curtains get shut and I tuck myself back into bed. I'm not worried about it. With how Peter described his stalking, I don't have to worry about anything. Heh, he's like a guard dog. It's assuring. With a long cat-like yawn I let myself crash once more. Hoping to wake up to cuddling Peter.

…

(A figure emerges from the bushes)

(They seem too inquisitive for their own good)

(Scribbling notes in an old hardcover journal)

(Seems they are looking for clues, to what, who knows)

(Some secrets are best left unknown for reasons)

(They could be a problem)

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