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vparka · 1 month ago

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I know i'm late and very behind, but... day 1 of trying kinktober!

Prompt: Oviposition! MIDAGUE. (Midas x Montague)

*AO3 link *

Word count: 9.5k.

Warnings: Explicit. AU! Merman! Montague, Human(?)! Midas [[THEY MAY BE A BIT OOC], Fingering, *the eggs*, slick, scents, use of the word alpha, weird mermaid biology (don't ask me, i just listened to the brainworms in my head), not beta'ed. And this probably has some errors I overlooked (english isn't my first language;u; sorry)

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Living in a yacht was a relaxing experience, truth to be told. The vista was great, the air was always fresh and clean, add to that the fact that the coast was also the Agency’s territory and it was a perfect place to live in.

Most people would stay away from that side of the beach and the boat– as they should, unless they wanted to be mistaken for an enemy and be killed. So it wasn’t only a beautiful place, but a calm one too. Most days were silent, only the sound of the waves and the fauna could be heard, but if you entered the yacht, numerous meetings were held and many plans were made. Overall, the place was quiet and excellent to unwind.

Or at least that was until a certain sea creature decided it was time to wreak havoc on board whenever he pleased.

“Where’s Midas?” A silky voice asked the first guard he came across, sharp claws digging into the yacht’s paint job; something that would definitely annoy Midas, the owner of the yach, but only if the guard or Montague himself told the owner that he was the one who damaged it. But Montague would never declare himself guilty… and every member of the crew inside the yacht knew better than to annoy the merman.

Being now kind of part of the crew had its privileges, though he sincerely didn't need them much, being a predator whose place was high on the food chain already had the landwalkers walking carefully around him, enough to not upset Montague... but nobody needed to know that Midas had forbidden Montague from eating his crew members. Land walkers still needed to know their place.

The guard who had been scouting ahead with binoculars on the deck jumped, taken aback from the sudden question.

Then he glanced below, noticing a familiar presence.

An ethereal creature that possessed the form of a man, but also fish. Half and half, an existence that was supposed to be part of a fairytale, but instead swam lazily around the yacht with uninterest on dual colored eyes.

A merman.

A very pretty one: short black hair with curtain white bangs, heterochromatic eyes, full lips surrounded by light stubble. His bare chest was impossible to ignore, being a swimming creature had toned his muscles nicely, just as the sun had kissed his skin enough for him to be tanned. He possessed a large, heavy and powerful iridescent white tail, the scales shining like diamonds with the sun, just as smooth and sharp. A deadly beauty.

A breathtaking being who had the Agency’s leader wrapped around his sharp claws.

“Sir.” The guard acknowledged the merman with a respectful nod, then proportioned the information. “Mr. Midas is currently at a meeting in his office. Would you like to be aboard? ”

Such was their closeness that Montague, a maneater predator, was trusted to be inside a vessel full of food without constant supervision.

“I think I’ll wa– ugh.” Before Montague could answer, he grimaced in pain. He bit his tongue hard enough for his fangs to puncture the organ a bit, drawing some droplets of blood. One of his hands immediately went to touch his navel, trying to soothe the area. It didn’t work. “Oui. Get me inside.”

He hated being onboard: being limited in his movement and having to endure the stares of the crew. Don’t get him wrong, he loved having people admiring his perfect self, they should be awed whenever they saw him, but truth to be told, Montague preferred to take Midas into one of his numerous caves in his territory, just the two of them (and being able to swim freely) but in this occasion it was just impossible.

Montague had fought a lot during his lifetime, especially when he swam by himself all the way from France to the Island, fighting other mermen and sharks during his journey; he wasn’t a stranger to bruises and pain, but this time he couldn’t do it alone, he needed his mate.

The guard nodded and immediately called for others to help Montague get in.

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He ended up on Midas’ personal jacuzzi, inside his bedroom on the yacht. It was decent sized, maybe five people could fit in– or in this case, Montague and his large tail, Midas could squeeze in just fine too. In fact, they have done that before; whenever a storm hit the island and Midas couldn’t be outside the yacht, the caves being too dangerous for him in those times.

Even if he couldn’t swim at all, Montague found himself being comfy in the heated and bubbly water, it was great and never failed to make his muscles relax.

Except that this time, the jacuzzi couldn’t ease his pain. Montague’s scent screamed for comfort.

It was that excruciating time again, the dreaded three months after mating season for merpeople, the time to lay eggs so a new generation could be born. Only a mated mer could produce the eggs after mating season, though they were just duds in this case. Montague hadn’t let Midas breed him yet because he wasn’t ready to take care of an entire clutch of tiny versions of them– and Midas already had his hands full of looking out for his own daughter Jules, a strong young woman but forever the man’s kid. Montague adored her. Still, Midas didn’t know anything about this; their biology was completely different along with the fact that the merman hadn’t bothered to tell him about it. The crime boss probably thought that Montague was like a human male, but it wasn’t like that with merpeople at all: they only had a slit that could either sprout a cock to impregnate someone else, or use the slit to be impregnated; in their relationship Montague took the later role.

This was only Montague’s second time going through this; laying eggs was a painful process if not done correctly, a pain he thought he could survive all by himself but after swimming far away from the yacht the first time he laid a clutch of empty eggs Montague felt like he would die.

Merpeople mated for life; only having one partner during all their entire lifetime, someone they deemed worthy of them, someone who was equally as strong, reliable and that loved them with every inch of themselves just as they did. A powerful connection that could only be broken by death. It was a precious and important ritual for a couple, forming a family was actually expected of a couple after their first spent together mating season.

Intercourse could be done for pleasure just like humans did, but the bite of possession, or often watered down as just the mating bite sealed the deal; a mark that other mer respected with their lives and the only thing that indicated to their body that they had some kind of stability enough to breed and continue with their species. The message was crystal clear, one being belonging to another. Maybe it sounded a bit harsh, even primitive, but mer were incredibly possesive creatures, Montague hadn’t over did it when he bit Midas hard, it was totally justified. A great mate that also turned things into gold? Mer loved being adored and collecting shiny things, he had won the moment when Midas accepted being his human.

Though Montague hadn’t actually expected Midas to bite him first with enough force to puncture Montague’s mating gland on his neck, he didn’t even know how Midas knew about the bite but apparently he did and decided to boldly claim Montague while they had sex a year ago after seeing each other for about three years. The french mer was even more surprised that it actually worked, interspecies couples were rare but it was even rarer that mating worked on them. Montague of course then bit back with ferocity, how could he not claim Midas back? He was way better than any other met Montague had met during his lifetime, though them meeting had been a pure accident.

Which was a fun memory; the yacht had been navigating the ocean three years ago during a mission and Midas had turned something into gold; he dropped it by accident on the waters and Montague mistook it for a courting attempt. Montague had been flabbergasted that a mere low life land-walker had tried to court him, a mythic and perfect creature such as himself, but revealing his presence and embarrassing himself when Midas, in awe at the merman’s presence, denied the courting attempt was a memory that never failed to make him cringe. Still, Midas joking that it was destiny that made them meet made the memory somewhat bearable.

“Uuugh, merde. Fils de pute.” Montague groaned, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip as he rested his head on the marble surface of the jacuzzi. Nothing could distract him enough, not even their embarrassing first meeting. The pain would decrease every now and then, turning into a dull one but then it would come back full force, very much like that time a shark bit Montague’s tail when he had been sleeping… but worse. He had never endured this kind of pain before mating Midas, so it was only fair to cuss him right now. Montague was at least owed that.

Not only was it the physical pain of the eggs inside his body that tried to get out of his small slit without succeeding, but the emotional pain as well. The feeling of hopelessness and emptiness of not having his mate at such a vulnerable moment, which became even worse when he remembered that they were unfertilized.

Laying eggs was an intimate beautiful moment for a mer couple, the impregnated mer couldn’t be alone in it, especially in the dangerous ocean waters, the mate should be there to soothe, aid and protect.

But Midas wasn’t there for him. It hurt, horribly so. The first time Montague had swam far away from the yacht, ashamed of his biology and sure that Midas would find it disgusting. He heard from other merpeople that it sucked not having his mate present but he had incredibly underestimated it, the desperation and emotional agony was something he couldn’t endure again. And his slit either, because he had to pull the eggs out one by one all by himself that time, his sharp claws hurting the small opening in the process.

Never again.

That’s why he returned to the yacht after going missing for three months, right after mating season. Montague thought he could do it alone a second time, but the moment he felt ready the physical and emotional pain came slowly but surely, making him absolutely miserable when it reached its peak. Mindlessly, he found himself swimming towards the yacht with the plan of taking Midas into one of his caves, but he ended up in the man’s jacuzzi, waiting for him.

Hopefully, Midas wouldn’t be as disgusted by Montague as he catastrophizes in his mind.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but Montague guessed it had been a considerable one when he heard the voice of his lover. The merman hadn’t even noticed when his mate had come inside the bedroom.

“Montague?” Talking about the devil. Midas’ deep voice distracted Montague from his pain for a second, his shoes making a subtle noise as he walked towards the merman in his jacuzzi. Midas sat on the edge of the jacuzzi, a golden hand rubbing Montague’s back softly. “You finally came back, my treasure. ” he whispered, taking in the sight of the beautiful merman inside his bedroom.

Montague only groaned as he felt the golden hand touching him, one of his own clawed hands immediately covered his lower body. Montague’s stomach was slightly more round than the last time Midas had seen him, coming back full of eggs suddenly felt too embarrassing again. Full of dud eggs. Not even fertilized, full of life ones. Was it too late to act like nothing was happening and swim as far as he could?

Why was he here, again?

“Bon après-midi.” He murmured, grimacing as his white tail spasmed of pain, but he still didn’t look at the crime boss. Montague instead opted to stare at a droplet of water that fell on the floor. He was dying to hug Midas, to kiss him and tell him that he missed him too, but the embarrassment was greater.

How would he look at his mate and tell him ‘hey, I ran away because I didn’t want you to see me laying our eggs, but I’m back and I want you to help me this time’ after he left the man for three months?

“I know that you like to travel, but I missed you a lot.” Midas confessed, eyeing the merman with great attention, trying to read his body language, to notice something different. His voice carried a calm tone, but inside himself Midas wanted to ask a lot of questions. “This is the second time you’ve left for such a long time in the same year, you never did before.” An opening so Montague could tell him, Midas desperately wanted to hear the man’s reason for leaving so suddenly, without a single word nor note, after spending such a marvelous night together during the last day of the mer’s rut. It was the second time he did it. Montague had been missing for a total of six months both times combined. It hurt.

They had a connection unlike any other, one that Midas and Montague had never shared with another being: Midas was never a very affectionate man, Montague neither, but they were on the same side, trying to overcome that coldness and stiffness to show the feelings that were already there. They loved each other so much in their own way, they were mates.

To Midas’ understanding (thanks to Jules informing him about merpeople when she found out that her dad was seeing the sea creature) being mates was something far more superior than a human marriage. He wanted that with Montague, but apparently the mer wasn’t as interested as him, if his disappearances without any explanation said something.

Montague remained silent, but Midas’ golden eye caught the sight of the merman’s white tail spasming at the same timeMontague sucked a breath in, his pretty face showing the discomfort.

Alarms rang in the man’s head.

“Are you hurt?” Midas tried to take a peek of the merman’s tail, but there wasn’t a single trace of blood or a cut as far as Midas could see. Montague’s upper body looked fine as well. “Did something happen, Montague? Talk to me.” His voice was soft, but firm.

“I’m okay. Just–” Montague’s eyebrows furrowed, his breath becoming more elaborated. He had been trying to hold it in for an hour but couldn’t do it anymore, he needed to lay his clutch but his slit was still so small. It would hurt like a bitch doing it like this and already knowing himself, he would become even more desperate trying to get thand hurt his body with his claws. He needed his mate. He needed Midas to help him with this. The crime boss couldn’t smell it because he wasn’t a merman, but Montague’s scent was incredibly sour at this moment, the smell of distress inside the room was suffocating even for himself. “Fuck no. It hurts, Midas.”

Absolute worry filled Midas’ face and his touch became even more firm, golden fingers started trying to find a bruise or cut on the merman’s skin, but it was useless. Midas’ worry would be endearing if he wasn’t so uncomfortable, Midas was more a man of action than one to express or tell his feelings, something that came with his line of work.

“What happened? Do you want me to bring a medkit?” The pale human then directed his hands to the shiny white tail, looking now for any bruise there once he noticed Montague’s upper body was fine. His fingers still caressed lovingly the sharp, iridescent scales on his way as he would often do. “Did you eat something that upset your stomach?” He asked once he noticed that Montague was rubbing his stomach insistently, trying to soothe the area.

It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened, Montague liked to show off how strong he was, though the time he ate a poisonous jellyfish had been a little too much.

His stomach was far more developed than a human’s, but still there were things that weren’t that edible even to them.

“I wish it was like that.”

That confused Midas even more.

Montague was the type to ramble on and on when he noticed that Midas was actively listening, he even stopped concealing his accent because he knew Midas liked it a lot. Him talking less than usual was a warning sign.

“Do you want me to take a look?” Midas offered, hands already trying to touch the merman’s stomach.

Before Montague could argue against that, Midas insistent hands were already on him. In any other context, Montague would be smug about it because of course Midas couldn’t take his hands off of him, he was that captivating… but right now his ego was on vacation, maybe even destroyed. His usual confidence wasn’t accompanying him today actually.

His tail spasmed again when another wave of pain hit, this time he scratched the edge of the jacuzzi with his claws. In any other scenario Midas would frown at Montague damaging his things so carelessly but this time he didn’t, his golden hands instead rubbed soothingly Montague’s stomach as he pressed a kiss on the merman’s neck.

“Food poisoning? I didn’t want to mention it, but your stomach feels a bit more round. Was it a jellyfish again?”

“It’s not that..” His stomach was in fact rounder, but now knowing that his lover had noticed it made him want to talk about it even less. “I prefer shark.” he bit his bottom lip, fighting the urge to whip violently his tail so he wouldn’t splash Midas with the jacuzzi’s water.

“Perhaps constipated? Last time I saw you, three months ago, “ Even when he was not facing Midas, Montague could feel the man’s icy stare on him. “You were also eating a lot of raw meat, almost no seaweed nor fruits.”

“Fuck you.” Montague’s voice was rough, but decided to fuck it. Fuck everything. They were coming, he needed to do something, he needed to get started. If he tried to hold it again, it would only be worse. Without saying anything more, the merman turned around to face his lover.

There were tears threatening to fall. “It hurts. Just… please.”

There was no time for explanations, his insides were contracting trying to get the eggs out. Midas wanted to mate him? Well, he should’ve known better. This was part of Montague’s species and he couldn’t do anything but suck it up.

Midas sighed at being cussed at, but directed his hands towards Montague’s hair so he could pet his head; something caught Midas’ attention the moment he noticed it.

The merman’s slit. It was a place Midas knew very well like his own hands, and it was in plain view… but Montague didn’t seem aroused. Quite the contrary actually. Still, he couldn’t help it but murmur:

“Well, aren’t you a demanding pretty thing? A little bold, even… considering that you haven’t apologized yet for disappearing on me after such a special occasion. ” The crime boss continued to observe, curious about why Montague wanted Midas to touch him when he wasn’t aroused.

Montague couldn’t resist it any second more, he loved Midas’ deep voice, he really did, but this wasn’t the time to hold a conversation.

Just as another wave of pain came Montague let his own hands immediately go towards his slit, on the way scratching the sensitive skin of his tail around it.

“They’re coming, I need them out. “ he whined, closing his eyes as he tried to insert a pair of clawed fingers inside the slit so he could pull out the eggs by himself. Not a second after, Montague hissed in even more pain as his claws poked his soft and sensitive inner-walls. He tried to suck it up and go even deeper, but his hands were removed with great speed.

Midas was looking at him with horror.

He knew Midas would find it repulsive, was what Montague thought.

Midas, on the other hand, couldn’t believe how reckless that move was, he knew first hand how sharp and deadly these claws were, and how sensitive and delicate was Montague’s slit. These two didn’t mix well.

“Montague, what are you doing? Who's coming? I don’t understand.” Midas took Montague’s hands into his own, caressing the fingers in an attempt to calm him down but his eyes remained on Montague’s slit, or more precisely, the skin and scales surrounding it and the tiny droplets of blood that were now painting the beautiful white color. “You’re hurting yourself!”

“The eggs.” Montague couldn’t fight the urge to whip his tail now, so he did it, not caring about soaking Midas. “Out. I want them out, now.”

“... Eggs?” Midas asked, now staring blankly at Montague, still holding the merman’s twitching hands.

Then the merman did something he hadn’t done since their first meetings.

He bared his fangs and hissed at Midas.

“Birth, Midas. “

It took the man a full minute to understand Montague’s behavior and words.

“Mermaids give birth to eggs?” Midas asked with sincere curiosity, but the only response he got was a glare. If that was the case, then it explained Montague’s slightly round stomach and how protective he was of it, but also the pain he was in. “Okay. I have many questions, but I still need your guidance, so–”

“Stretch me, that helps.” Montague demanded as he swallowed hard, removing his hands from Midas’, now clawing on the jacuzzi once again. “It’s so small right now, it hurts.”

Midas had to agree despite the circumstances.

Montague’s cloaca was small and exquisitely tight inside, but Midas supposed even that had its disadvantages. He couldn’t imagine the small opening giving any kind of birth, but as always, Montague was a creature full of surprises.

Still, Midas understood: there was no time for further explanations. Apparently Montague didn’t give birth like humans did, he laid eggs instead. And… birth? It shocked Midas greatly. Was Montague pregnant? Maybe that was the reason he disappeared out of nowhere. But… the merman had never allowed Midas cum inside, even in their most desperate, clingy sex they ever had.

Maybe the fact that they were different species had something to do with that, but Midas wasn’t really convinced. Their biology wasn’t that different from the little knowledge he had on mer; Montague liked to be an open book whenever he wanted or as closed as the heaven’s gates were for both of them. He had informed Midas a bit of merkind, but nothing as important as this.

Still he directed his golden hands towards Montague’s beautiful tail, the small slit five inches below the merman’s navel. With great care, Midas wiped off the blood staining the iridescent tail, scales very soft and slippery to the touch. Then he rubbed his fingers around the opening, poking softly with just the tip of his gold tainted fingers.

Montague sucked in a breath, but forced himself to relax and not whip his tail, which was larger than his upper body: the thing was pure muscle, extremely heavy, he didn’t want to knock out Midas accidentally a second time (the first time was a funny memory, though).

Midas watched attentively with his golden eye, looking for any sign of discomfort. Montague could hide his expressions very well, but his tail was something he couldn’t control fully. Even when Montague’s face was completely blank or he showed an expression that indicated he was annoyed by Midas, his pearlescent, almost see-through fins would flare and the end of his tail would wiggle a bit. When Midas swam with him around the yacht, Montague would often circle him as if he was a shark but in reality it was closer to bunny behavior. It was truly endearing. He could lie and mask all he wanted, but he didn't have full control of his body, just like Midas would turn things into gold accidentally when his emotions were too much for him to handle.

Noticing that Montague had relaxed just a bit by his touch, Midas pressed more insistently the tip of his fingers, slowly trying to make hid way in. Questions could wait.

“Oviposition then, mn? Not how I imagined us catching up after your vacation, but this certainly will make us closer, my treasure.” Midas let out a deep laugh at Montague’s look of mortification.

His fingers rubbed the slit in small circles; the tip of his fingers still slowly trying to make their way in, which seemed to get the insides slightly wetter and not with blood this time. Montague must be really sensitive right now if he was lubricating himself with the slightest touch, he thought.

“Merde.” The merman whined, biting sharply near his own shoulder. He let out another hiss when he felt Midas stopping, wanting to see if Montague had hurt himself with the bite. His fangs weren’t a joke. “Keep going, open me up.” he urged.

“I’m patching you up after this.” Midas sighed, wanting to do it now so he couldn’t see this majestic being bleeding in his jacuzzi; it still mesmerized him knowing his partner was this beautiful humanoid creature. “Relax, you’re incredibly tight.”

Midas introduced two fingers vertically in a slow pace, caressing the mer’s inner walls: up and down, feeling them up without any rush. Golden tipped fingers tapped on the walls in a playful way then caressing their way to the base of the slit, then going up to the middle and where he positioned his fingers horizontally with great care. Once he did it, Midas then started to pull his fingers out completely, then penetrated the hole again, repeating the entire process, enjoying the velvety insides and the way Montague’s tail and arm fins flared at the touch, his body shivering a bit.

Around the sixth time, Midas then started opening his two horizontally positioned fingers to start stretching him. He needed to get Montague used to the touch first before stretching him, after all. The slick that started being more produced was a nice bonus too.

It was incredibly soft and warm inside, Montague’s natural lubricant made the movements of Midas’ fingers way more easier and slicker. The feeling was pretty erotic.

Montague groaned at the feeling of being penetrated, he wasn’t as full as he would be when they had sex, obviously, but the fingers weren’t easy to ignore either, especially these; Midas was crazy good with them, his fingering technique was truly something else. They were working their way in, trying to stretch him and it just felt incredibly good, almost enough to make him ignore the pain.

With every second that passed, Midas’ fingers slowly increased their pace, becoming faster and deeper.

“You’re getting so wet.” Midas declared, now trying to make eye contact with his mer. With the hand he wasn’t using to finger Montague, he collected a bit of the slick that gushed out with the tip of a finger: wordlessly, he licked it clean. “Delicious, as always.”

Montague didn’t need to be told, he knew. He felt it, he could now hear it. The slick and the quick pace Midas was fingering him with gave place to a lewd slapping sound they were very familiar with, though it wasn’t as loud as it usually was.

Montague moaned, both at the memory of their last time having sex and the feeling of these wonderful golden fingers working him open.

“Oh, fuck.” Mindlessly, Montague’s grip on the jacuzzi got tighter, puncturing the material and leaving small stretch marks. “Ç-ça fait du bien, baby.” It was a shame Midas would never be able to smell it, but in a few minutes, Montague’s scent had gradually changed from an acidic great distress to a sweeter arousal.

“You like it?” Midas licked his lips, adding a third finger and repeating the initial process. He would never get tired of these warm walls hugging tightly his cock or his fingers; or when Montague decided to use his own cock, this very precious slit let him see it, touch and suck it. Midas loved whenever Montague wanted to rub their cocks together as well.

Montague’s cock was slightly different from his actually: it was white, almost like his tail and the length had small spikes over it (they weren’t like real ones, they actually gave Midas a ticklish feeling) overall, it had a similar appearance to Midas’. The difference was incredibly erotic to the crime boss, a reminder that he was the ethereal creature’s mate.

Montague bared slightly his neck the moment a deep thrust of the golden fingers reached even more deeper, making him groan out loud… but Midas, being just a human, didn’t notice it right away as another mer could. Submission. Midas didn’t know, but he was Montague’s alpha. He surely would be one if he was a merman too, just like Montague was an alpha mer: the reason why he had been flabbergasted when he assumed a simple landwalker (Midas back then) had tried to court him with gold. The reason why Montague had an attitude whenever they had an argument: Midas liked to be right, Montague would feel as if his mate was fighting him for dominance: he already let himself be ‘bitched’ as other mer would vulgarly call it, but he wouldn’t let his mate fight him on that, he made sure of it. Montague was a prideful mer alpha.

Good thing was, despite them being hard to deal with individually, they worked well together.

Montague bared even more his neck, moaning as now four fingers stretched him out. He hadn’t noticed when Midas had added one more, but now he felt it, he felt how Midas was scissoring his fingers inside him.

“That’s it, yeah… look at you, so wet and open now.” Midas continued fingering him, every now and then pulling his fingers out so he could soak them with the slick that gushed out, staring at them as he separated his fingers, enjoying how strings of slick connected his golden fingers, only to press them inside Montague again, sloppily penetrating him. “Do you think you’re ready? Or just a bit more?”

“A bit more, aagh.” The mer then tried to get close enough to circle his hands around Midas’ neck, who was still sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi.

Midas, noticing that, decided to get into the jacuzzi so the proximity would make it easier. He still needed to help Montague get the eggs out. When he pulled his fingers out and took a couple steps behind, Montague looked at him in a way Midas wasn’t prepared for. His eyes were glassy and his eyebrows almost flat, his full bottom lip trembled. Hurt.

“I’m gonna get into the jacuzzi with you, we’ll be closer.” Midas explained briefly, quickly removing his black dress pants, vest and white button-up along his gun holsters; only being left with his dark, tented boxers.

It would be a crime to not be aroused when he had been fingering his love and enjoying the sinful expressions on the man’s face. You couldn’t blame him.

“Be quick, last time there were three of them.” Montague lowered his gaze, his tail twitching in nervousness, though his scent had just gotten stronger; he still felt uncomfortable and in pain, but at least his hole was stretched; the arousal had helped in dilating his insides, almost enough to start pushing the eggs out.

Midas nodded as he entered the jacuzzi, but stopped when he heard Montague.

“Last time? This isn’t the first time you lay eggs?” Midas was surprised, when did Montague do that? And why hadn't he told him? To Midas’ understanding, Montague had to participate in something sexual to do that. Or… not? He wasn’t exactly open about mer biology. “... were they ours? Or…”

“Yeah, ours. Later.” Montague closed his eyes, his tone urgent in wanting to change the topic and continue. They were about to pull his second clutch out, but he wasn’t ready to tell Midas they were empty. There was no life inside them.

He didn’t want to admit it but that played a huge role in the emotional pain he felt. He was, in human terms, birthing but his eggs were empty, not fertilized. No mini Montagues nor mini Midas inside them. In normal mer couples, they should be. But they weren’t, he wasn’t even sure if they could be fertilized if he let Midas breed him at some point.

Empty duds were just a signal that he was a failure.

He knew that and still had taken care of his first clutch in one of his caves underwater whenever he wasn’t with Midas near or on the yacht. He knew they were empty the first time and still had grown attached, only for them to never hatch.

“Okay, let’s continue then. “ Midas sat on Montague’s tail, straddling him, sighing as he felt the heated crystal clear water of the jacuzzi relax his own muscles. The position made this way easier and intimate, being face to face so he opted to stay like that; then Midas started kissing Montague’s cheek, the stubble on the mer’s skin poking his own softly. Midas made his way to the merman’s jaw and went lower, making sure to bite and suck on his neck, leaving love bites wherever he could reach. His golden hands immediately resumed their work, four fingers slowly entering the mer’s hole and fingering it. Sweet and sensual first only to quicken the pace as the seconds passed.

Montague let out a variation of moans: tiny and barely audible ones when he felt Midas’ fingers caressing the warm and slickened walls on their way out; loud and whinier, sometimes incredibly deep ones when golden fingers penetrated the hole again and again, reaching deeper every time.

When Midas scissored them, Montague would respond by tightening his walls and gushing out more slick.

With his other hand, Midas started touching Montague’s pecs, knowing very well that the mer loved it when he did that; he cupped and massaged a pec, groping it the exact moment his other hand went deep inside Montague, the tips of his fingers touching something very firm but very slippery.

“Oh, god. Midas, Midas.” This was it; Montague moaned loud as his lover’s fingers reached even deeper, his stomach contracting at the feeling: the movement making him feel that something inside had moved.

Midas had touched an egg.

The mer was dilated and slicked enough that he hadn’t noticed when the womb he had developed the first time he let himself be bitched had pushed out the first egg.

He hadn’t noticed it.

This was already very different from the first time, which had hurt like hell and left him incredibly swollen and bloody.

This wasn’t. It hurt at the beginning along with the contractions, but it wasn’t as bad. He hoped it stayed like that.

“It’s coming, mmgh. Continuez, s’il v-vous plaît, mon coeur.”

Midas just hummed, delighted at hearing Montague’s breathless and slightly deeper voice.

He continued gathering enough slick to push inside, scissoring the warm walls as he waited for Montague to tighten his insides so the egg was pushed out a little bit more, that way Midas could pull it out carefully with his fingers. While he waited for that to happen, Midas leaned enough to suck on the closest nipple on Montague’s chest, groping the other pec at the same time.

Midas’ tongue immediately showered with immense attention the small brown bud, sucking harshly and biting softly. After some seconds, his sucking and groping were as unforgiving as the fingering.

Montague shivered as he felt small tears drop from his dual colored eyes. All of the stimulation was too much, but too good. He had missed this terribly.

Would Midas have done this the first time?

“Of course, Montague. My precious mer...”

Montague cried out when Midas’ tongue continued its assault on his nipple, his other hand pinching the other brown bud; along with the wet and sloppy penetration, all of these combined had his mind going blank. He could only feel.

Montague’s sudden hiss made Midas pause for a second, thinking he had hurt him with how rough he was going. He couldn’t say something because Montague quickly beat him to it.

“It’s stuck.” The mer whined.

“No, my treasure, it isn’t. You already have done this, just take a deep breath in and try. ” Midas stopped his obscene touch on one of Montague’s pecs and instead lowered his hand, touching the area around his navel. “I didn’t know you could get… pregnant.” Midas murmured as he got closer to the mer’s face, pressing small, sweet kisses on his jaw. Then he started caressing the skin slowly. “But you look beautiful. You’re truly wonderful, you know that, right? Unreal. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Montague looked at him with incredulity.

There was no way a man cold as ice as Midas was sweet-talking to him like that.

The man usually kept these thoughts to himself as far as Montague knew, often he would just demonstrate it but… it was endearing. Comforting, even, just hearing these words.

But maybe it wasn’t that difficult to believe in reality, after all. He was a great father to his daughter Jules– he still didn’t look like a poster family man, though.

Montague’s inner alpha purred loudly at that. Maybe it also wasn’t bad being sweet-talked to like that.

“I didn’t know you could purr like that. Meowscles does that a lot when he sun bathes on the deck.” Midas added mindlessly, pressing a kiss on Montague’s navel, fingers still deep inside stretching him out.

Montague blushed and whipped his tail enough to soak Midas a little bit.

He didn’t appreciate the human mentioning others when they were doing something like this, it felt wrong.

Midas let out a deep, breathy laugh.

“Okay.” He continued pressing kisses, sucking the skin around Montague’s adonis belt, making sure to leave lasting hickeys.

He didn’t care that the others in the yacht saw Montague shirtless when he was around, the reason being that the merman often was covered in Midas’ lovebites and at his side.

Okay, maybe he was a bit jealous when they stared a bit too much, but everyone already knew that the ethereal creature was literally Midas’ husband in human terms. “Breathe deep and try again, I think I almost have it.”

Montague just nodded, not trusting in his voice to break.

This was supposed to be a beautiful moment, laying his eggs with his mate… but he felt a bit guilty as he found himself feeling horny thanks to the penetration and Midas’ wonderful mouth on his body.

Still, Montague did as he was told. Took a deep breath in and put pressure on his belly, whining in pain and pleasure as his lover’s fingers reached deeper again.

“Golden f-fingers, huh?” He couldn’t help but try to joke to distract himself, trying again to put pressure.

This time the first egg felt bigger than the ones from his first clutch.

Midas snorted and bit lovingly at Montague's left hip.

“Very funny.”

Slowly but surely, the first egg touched the tips of Midas’ fingers inside Montague’s hole.

The mer was whining and moaning in an incredibly lewd way that it almost distracted Midas from the objective multiple times, only the feeling of the egg on his fingers maintaining him sane enough to focus. Midas’ erection was uncomfortable inside his tight tented boxers, he bet they weren’t only wet thanks to the jacuzzi’s water, but also pre. But it wasn’t the time to jerk off, even if he really wanted to.

Sometimes Midas refused to believe that one time where Montague told him that sirens didn’t exist and that he wasn’t one of them because they didn’t exist, duh; just a drunk sailor fairytale. Sirens in the media sang beautifully and were deadly, maneater creatures, mermaids on the other side were docile and sweet. For Midas, Montague was a siren: one that had captivated him like a siren would do to a sailor.

Montague’s already hugely inflated ego didn’t need to know that yet, though.

“That’s it. Just a bit more.” Midas informed the mer, stopping the fingering and instead placing three fingers wherever he could on the slippery egg with a firm grip. “Can you do that, love?” He stopped kissing Montague’s adonis belt and instead looked up, trying to make eye contact. “You almost have it, you’re doing so well…” another kiss was pressed on his navel.

“I’ll try.” His face contorted in pain as he did. This time the egg was definitely bigger than the first time, no doubt about that. Montague almost feared it would be too big and he wouldn’t be able to pull it out. He had heard stories about it. No, he shouldn’t think negatively. What you feared you attracted, or something like that Valeria (a fellow mer and his friend) had once told him when they were navigating Orca infested waters once.

No. Think positively.

Montague let out small gasps and continued: he had Midas, his mate, there for him. He wasn’t alone in one of his farthest caves all alone, hurting himself with his claws on cold waters, drawing blood and fearing sharks would find him in that vulnerable moment. No. This time he was on a heated jacuzzi with his mate aiding him carefully, trying to calm him down.

And Midas wasn’t disgusted by him.

With a loud cry, Montague tried again and this time his inner-walls tightened enough for the egg to be pushed out a little more: with the help of Midas’ fingers inside, he pulled the egg out slowly, trying to not hurt his mer. Finally.

Once Midas pulled it out, he observed the egg and his mate’s gaping hole, internally awed at Montague’s excessively produced slick, which not only was delicious on his tongue, but also had helped greatly: the egg was about the same size as Midas’ hand: in normal circumstances it should have hurt a lot more, perhaps even hurting the mer… that if Montague hadn’t lubricated himself as he did.

The egg was pearly white and had something Midas couldn’t point, but it seemed almost… iridescent? Like Montague’s tail. it was… pretty. It was really pretty.

Midas held it with great care, maybe it wasn’t like a human birth but it was one nonetheless.

He felt a smile taking over his face.

Until he heard Montague’s panic.

“What?! Only… o-only one?” His eyes looked frantically at the egg on Midas’ hands and his belly. The slight roundness was gone and he didn’t feel as full as he had in the beginning. This may have been only his second time, but he knew the feeling of his eggs being inside him very well. He had carried them three months inside, his body forming them after all. He was empty, there weren't any other eggs inside. “Just… one.”

“You can have more?” Midad asked carefully, not knowing how Montague would react. He looked very different from just seconds ago, almost sad, angry.

Montague’s bottom lip trembled at the question. Midas didn’t know because Montague hadn’t gone into deep details about merpeople with him, it wasn’t his fault, but the question hurt him. Yes, he could have more. He should have. A healthy, fertile mer could lay up to six eggs. He had three the first time. This second time he had only one.

They were just duds, lifeless eggs… but he had three. And now he had only one.

He knew he hadn’t let Midas breed him because guppies weren’t something they had discussed yet, but knowing he wasn’t laying fertilized eggs and was having fertile problems hurt something in his more animal side. His humanoid side could understand why that was happening and that his choices were the cause of that: he hadn’t the most healthy diet even before last mating season, so maybe that was the cause, the eggs needed more nutrients; but his feral side didn’t understand that. It couldn’t reason, it just felt. Thankfully, he could somewhat control himself, any other mer would have gone crazy and on a killing spree just out of spite and fury right now.

Montague bit his lower lip and tightly shut his eyes, not wanting to look at Midas and the egg. His mate probably thought a mer guppy would hatch off in six months or so.

He couldn’t bear Midas’ disappointment right now.

After a couple of silent minutes, the mer felt his mate sitting next to him, a tattooed arm circling around his shoulders.

“It’s very beautiful, don’t you want to hold it? I already washed the slick off of it, it should be less slippery.” Midas offered the egg to the mer, watching attentively how the mer started crying. Midas felt confused. Mer didn’t celebrate a birth like humans did? They were parents now, to Midas’ understanding. Very sudden, but they were adults already. Maybe Midas’ line of work wasn’t the ideal, but the waters were also dangerous. Montague was scary when he wanted to be and killed very easily, Midas had guns: they wouldn’t ever struggle financially with Midas’ golden touch. Maybe they needed to work more on their emotions, but they were fine. He had already raised Jules all by himself and she turned out to be a wonderful, strong woman; Midas had some parenting experience, surely their little… mer baby wouldn’t be too difficult.

“Get that thing far away from me unless you want me to break it.” Montague growled, refusing to look at them. He didn’t even want to see Midas’ soft expression as he held the empty egg. He would only yearn for the impossible, for it to be fertilized and then raise the hatchling with his mate. It would hurt even more. Just no.

Midas frowned at Montague’s defensiveness.

He didn’t… want the egg? For what reason? They were mated, Montague had bit him back so of course the merman wanted him, mer didn’t play about their mates, Montague himself had warned Midas when he asked how to court him. But why was he rejecting their egg? He didn’t want to raise a kid with him?

“That was very rude of you, Montague. That would be… killing.” Midas’ incredulity could be heard in his voice. “Would you kill your own kid?”

“It isn’t alive, it’s not killing. Flush it down the toilet or make it an omelet… if that is even possible. I don’t care.” the mer growled again, refusing to turn. Tears started to fall down again, wetting his cheeks.

“I can’t believe what you’re saying, you–”

“It’s empty! An empty shell, it’s not alive!” Montague then turned, facing Midas, refusing to be scolded. His inner alpha wanted to cry, he was once again going through the emotional pain of not being able to take care of his clutch because they didn’t exist. “Je suis un échec! A failure! That’s what you wanted to hear, right?”

He usually was calmer and more reasonable than this. But with something so personal that hurt deeply… he wasn’t in his right mind right now. Midas shouldn’t provoke him unless he wanted to get bitten for real and the human knew that very well, Midas had seen him hunt a shark with only his fangs once.

“Empty? This one isn’t alive?” Midas looked at the pretty egg, then at his mate. Montague had never exploded like this emotionally, so his words must be true. The tears falling off his pretty eyes only confirmed it further. “Like chickens? It’s a… dud?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, my precious mer.” Midas unexpectedly didn’t yell at him nor reacted harshly, instead he… hugged Montague? and let Montague rest his head on the tattooed shoulders? Then he felt numerous kisses being pressed on his temple.

Midas wanted to cuddle the merman and not let him go. To his understanding, this was the second time Montague passed through this, the first time should have left him scarred deeply enough for him to act this way and reject his egg because it pained him to look at it, which was an extremely depressing scenario to think about.

Being the mer equivalent of human pregnancy only for your creation to not be alive in the end. What an evil, sick joke. Montague had been missing for three months, so that should be the time he was gestating this egg all by himself. Where had he been when his mate had gone through this the first time? If Midas thought about it and looked for the similarities, maybe the first time had been months before the last mating season.

Montague had said he was a failure… but perhaps the failure was Midas, who hadn’t noticed his mer had been in great pain.

Of course he went crazy looking for Montague, he even bought scuba dive gear for himself and the members of the Agency so they could help him on a search party, but they had never found the sneaky merman. Every day for two and a half months, for hours, each time that the mer had disappeared, unless they had a mission they couldn’t postpone. Perhaps Montague knew Midas would go looking for him, so maybe he went deeper into the water where humans couldn’t go thanks to the pressure of the water, or maybe he even had left the island. Midas didn’t know, but didn’t doubt it, Montague was always a master of doing the unexpected just because he wanted to.

“You’re not. You didn’t know.” Montague murmured, sniffling and opening the palm of one of his hands, finally wanting to touch the egg. “I didn’t want you to know, because they’re not fertilized.”

He thought out loud, it seemed. Still, Midas continued kissing Montague’s temple, with the arm he had around the merman’s shoulders he pulled him closer: golden fingers now caressing the iridescent white scales on his shoulders. He wanted to soothe the merman, going through all of that alone… he was incredibly strong, but the weight was too heavy.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Montague. You know you can lean on me, right? That’s what mates are for.” Midas deposited the egg on the mer’s hands, watching intently. The egg and Montague’s tail were almost the same color… if they had a mer baby, would the baby possess Montague’s diamond like tail and scales?

“I know…” Now he did. After examining the dud egg, he returned it to Midas, not wanting to get attached again. “You can do whatever you want with it.”

“You don’t want it?”

“Duds dissolve after a month in water, ” Montague sucked in a breath, not wanting to talk about how he had watched two of his first clutch dissolve right in front of him, how desperate he’d been to reunite the incredibly delicate thorn pieces… only for the pressure of the water to disappear the remainings into nothing. “and they fall apart after four months here, on the surface, so…” the remaining egg from his first time. Montague had swam all the way to an empty tiny island to get it out of the water, not wanting it to dissolve too; he kept it there well hidden and protected, often visiting it after spending his day with Midas’ only to return one time and find nothing but pieces of it on the sand. They didn’t last forever. “You can do whatever you want with it.”

Midas wanted to comfort him about that, but Montague’s glare was clear, he didn’t want Midas to mention something about it because the mer himself didn’t want to talk more about it. The human nodded and took the egg into his hands, after thinking for a couple seconds an idea came into his mind.

“Its natural course is to disappear. “ Midas nodded, keeping quiet for a bit, not knowing if what he was about to propose would be seen as incredibly inappropriate or even disrespectful, but he was desperate to help in any way he could.” … But if there was something you could do, would you take the opportunity and be selfish enough to preserve it even if its appearance changed?”

Montague thought about it mindlessly but the realization hit him instantly when he noticed how delicately Midas was holding the egg, almost as if it was a treasure.

Was he… offering to turn it into gold?

Montague didn’t have to think about it twice.

“Do it. Turn it into gold, please.”

Anything to preserve it.

Midas stared at him, trying to find a single trace of doubt- if there was, he wouldn’t do it. It was their egg, something that was a product of their love even if it was empty inside, but he wanted Montague to be firm about his decision. If it was turned into gold… the beautiful color it was birthed by Montague would change, along with the softness and warmth: it would turn golden and heavy, cold. But forever preserved.

“Midas, do it.”

Midas didn’t see any single trace of doubt in Montague’s fiery dual colored eyes, so he kept the eye contact and let his golden touch work, the egg slowly turning into gold. Montague’s gaze lowered, seeing his own creation become a statue like the ones Midas kept laying around the yacht.

Once the egg was fully turned into gold, Midas offered it to Montague, who took it carefully.

Before Montague could say something, Midas hugged him tightly, not letting him go.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t reliable enough for you to come to me the first time. It hurts me deeply, but I trust you had your reasons, whatever they were. “Midas said slowly, choosing his words carefully. “I don’t know what made you return, but I’m grateful about that. Please talk to me when something happens.”

“No, no. I just… I had the wrong idea.” Montague admitted, placing the golden egg on his tail and hugged back Midas. Then he tried to joke to lighten up the mood because it was extremely depressing right now. “Well, these are a lot of feelings right there. Who are you and what have you done to my stone cold Midas? Are you an impostor? perhaps a clone?” And it was depressing, he would probably spend an entire month mourning his egg, but this time he had Midas with him… and an indestructible golden egg.

Midas let out a small laugh.

Was it really that rare for him to express his sincere feelings? He knew both of them weren’t exactly the idealized couple, but they were trying.

“I’d really like for you to be more open to me.” Midas squeezed his mer reassuringly, not breaking the hug yet. “I love you, Montague.”

“Don’t say that right now, makes me want to actually try for a fertilized egg.” And it was the truth. This soft side of him was rare, but extremely welcomed- something Montague hadn’t admitted outloud yet, along with the fact that Midas hadn’t been disgusted by Montague and his egg, instead he had helped during the process and even seemed quite content with the idea of having to take care of the egg with him before Montague told him it was a dud; plus he already was a father, the man had raised his human daughter, surely he would be just as an excellent father for a pod of their own as he was with Jules.

Montague purred at the idea of them raising an entire pod. He had never considered himself a family man either, in fact, he never thought about having kids, but he knew he liked them. Well, Jules wasn’t exactly a kid, but she had been his stepdaughter the moment he mated Midas. Surely that counted, right?

“How do you fertilize an egg?” Midas asked with curiosity, smiling when he heard Montague’s purring. He had an idea, but knowing Montague as he did, it was better to never assume: Montague always found a way to surprise him anyway.

“By breeding me.”

“Breeding…?”

“Yeah, cumming inside, especially during mating season, duh.” Montague let himself grin, noticing how Midas tensed. The man always asked to cum inside, but Montague would deny him every time, even going as far as biting him playfully to stop Midas from asking a second time. Montague wanted to, but he never really tracked the days after a full moon where the chances of fertilizing an egg would be close to zero, he was way too lazy to do that. Maybe he should start, though. Knowing what he did, he murmured. “I love you too, Midas.”

C'est tout!

The end :) 💛💎

#fortnite midague #midague #they're kinda cute tbh #i love them now kiss #midague fortnite #midas x montague #midas x montague fortnite #one shot #ohmygod they were mates #this took me way too long im sorry #i was grinding ranked for the pretty pickaxe everyone on tiktok is talking about LMAO #they both simp for each other i dont make the rules #Montague having beef with sharks and preferring to eat them is totally made with purpose

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piepiepiemag · 4 months ago

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Montague (Fortnite) x !(GN)Reader

Summary: you're a silly spy, on a silly mission, getting caught by some silly french dude.

Tags from AO3: No Y/N, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hostage Situations, Touch Starved Montague (Fortnite), Touched starved Reader, Codependency, Everyone in this fic has BPD, Whatever the opposite of a slow burn is, Proofread (but badly), Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POC Friendly, Unhealthy Power Dynamics

The mission set out for you was by no means easy, but at least he instructions were simple enough. Enter the Grand Glacier Hotel. Get your hands on Montague’s relic. Return back to the agency.

You were sent out for a reason, your boss completely trusted that you could finish the job without a single problem, so the fact that you got caught while still on the first step of the plan was unbelievably embarrassing. You were by no means a rookie, but you definitely felt like one now.

This guy was too smart. All of his abilities way beyond yours. You practically lost the game the moment you decided to play it, and now there you were, captured in the vault below the hotel.

As you slowly came to, all you could see in the dimly lit room was the man in front of you, and the lustre of the artifact hanging from his neck. It was so close. If you could just reach out your hand and grab it, it would all be over.

But alas your hands were tightly bound behind your back. Same with your legs, making you sit in a somewhat uncomfortable position while leaning your back against the wall.

Your captor pulled out a chair from the far end of the room and brought it in front of you, sitting down in complete silence.

“Why did you come here?” - his voice was less intimidating than you expected it to be, it was almost soft, with a hint of a french accent. You just stared at him, wordless.

“What was the goal of your mission?” - he asked again, his face slowly contorting in frustration. You didn’t say anything. That’s what you were taught to do in a situation like this. Cooperation wasn’t your strong suit anyway. - “Did you come here for this?”

He motioned at the diamond relic but he was met with nothing once again.

Montague was getting increasingly fed up with your silence, pulling his pistol out of its holster and pointing it at your forehead. For a few seconds you still considered if answering would even be worth it, warranting him to dig the barrel of the gun deeper into your skin.

“Yes, for the artifact.” - you groaned, the sharp pain making it even harder to think. - “But I don’t know what it was for. I was never told.”

You lied without even a flinch of your face. You obviously knew what it was for. Even if your boss didn’t tell you, you could guess. It was an attempt to combat his curse. If it was as powerful as they said, then maybe the diamond relic would be able to help him control his golden touch.

You were willing to do anything in your power to help him. And look where that got you.

“Good job.” - he said as he withdrew his gun voice almost sultry. The sound of that made you feel kind of gross, but you had to consider if this could be your way out. Just maybe he would be low enough to fall for it.

“You know, i could do even better if you got these cuffs off of me..” - you batted your eyelashes as you whispered in a low tone, motioning at your hands behind your back.

He looked back at you, his face showing utter horror and disgust, like he was trying to say “How dare you even assume i would do something like that?” with just his eyes. He took a few seconds before regaining his composure.

“The Rules of War are a thing for a reason. Don’t even try.” - with that he got up from his chair and walked over to the desk at the far end of the room. Worth a try anyways.

He looked over all the things he had taken off of you. Guns, guns, more guns, your earpiece, phone, emergency med kit and various other items. Most of these have been taken apart while you were out cold, to see if they had any tracking devices inside of them. Unsurprisingly, a lot of them did. Montague left them on on purpose. He mused over them for a few more minutes before turning back towards you.

“Give your boss a call for me, will you?” - His voice sounded more threatening now, obviously not willing to take no for an answer. You didn’t even want to try. With your earpiece having been disassembled and laid out on his desk he had no choice but to grab your phone.

He grabbed it, then leisurely walked up to were you were sitting. He reached behind you in an attempt to activate the fingerprint lock but you stopped him.

“Won’t work. My fingers are fried” - you wiggled your hands for good measure as you sighed, recalling the pain of having your fingerprints permanently removed. The scars were ugly too but it is what it is. You were a spy after all. Things like that were necessary. Just a part of the job.

He thought about it only for a second before holding the phone in front of your face, activating the face id system. It unlocked without a hitch and he started scrolling through the contacts.

“Under M. He’s the only one.” - you said as he followed your instructions. He swiped his finger on the screen a few times before finally settling on the one he needed.

“Midass?” - He raised an eyebrow and you would have laughed if it wasn’t for your current predicament. You just nodded.

Beep.

“Agent?” - on the fourth beep he finally picked up, his voice echoing through the room.

“Midas-” - you gasped out instinctively, almost falling over as you struggled to get closer to the phone, like reaching it would save you. Never in your life would you have thought you'd be so happy to hear his voice. You quickly stopped in your tracks as you felt the cold barrel of his gun press against the back of your head, as if to signal “stay in your lane”.

“I have something dear to you. If you want it back, i’d suggest getting it yourself. Come alone and unarmed” - and with these simple instructions he hung up.

Shit. You should have know Montague didn’t want a ransom or anything superficial like that. Not only did you cause trouble for yourself but the agency and your boss too. You could only imagine the talk he would give you afterwards. Of course, you would have to return alive for that. And the chances of that were dropping lower and lower by the minute.

Would he even risk it to come and get you? Right now, you were as good as dead.

Montague glanced over the items on the desk again, eyes wandering to the rest of your gear on the floor, including your shoes. He turned his gaze towards you.

“Maybe you wouldn’t have been caught if you wore normal shoes.”

This fucking guy. Not only was this situation insanely humiliating, no, he also had to jab at the thing you’re the most sensitive about. Those platforms were an extension of you at this point. You had to beg Midas on three separate occasions to be able to wear them to missions, and now this pompous french fuck decided to roast them as well.

“Insecure I’m taller than you with them?” - a truly weak rebuttal left your mouth as you grumbled to yourself. He was already pretty tall, but you just couldn’t let this one go without saying anything back.

He let out something that almost resembled a genuine laugh, before turning on his heels and heading towards the door of the vault. Good riddance. His shoes looked even dumber than yours anyways.

“I’ll be back.” - with that he opened the door and two guards walked in, taking his place. He left to god knows where and now you were there with twice as many eyes on you. It would be stupid to try anything sneaky like this.

The guards were silent, not even chatting amongst themselves, and for a while you just sat around and watched them. They seemed even less willing to communicate than you, so not having anything better to do you slid down against the wall and closed your eyes. Whatever they used to knock you out with still lingered in your system, making you more tired than usual. Just a moment of rest won’t hurt.

The next morning you woke up to the loud creaking of the vault door, the reddish gold sunrise barely creeping into the dark room. In the doorway stood a figure that you could only barely make out, a tall man in a suit, and your heart almost skipped a beat.

Was he..?

Your hopes shattered just as quickly when he stepped closer.

It wasn’t Midas.

Without his long coat Montague’s silhouette looked eerily similar, but maybe it was just the weirdo rich guy aura they both exuded. Imposing, elegant in their every move. Heads up their own asses probably.

He was carrying something in his hand but you didn’t care to look at him any longer after that. You lowered your gaze to the floor as you turned your whole body to the side. The severity of your situation was quickly dawning on you.

It must have been at least 6 hours since the call was placed. If he hasn’t gotten here in that time there’s a chance he never will. Maybe you weren’t as important as you thought you were.

“Expected someone else?” - Montague asked in his usual prickly way but you tuned him out entirely. You tried to keep it together as best as you could but it was futile. Who cares about protocols at this point. You just wanted to cry.

“Hey..” - he approached again, tone much softer this time. He kneeled down in front of you, getting dust and grime all over his expensive pair of pants. You immediately tensed up as he reached out towards you, only for him to wipe the wayward tears, that you couldn’t hold back, off of your face. - “Maybe it’s a long way here.”

You shrugged out of his touch. The last person you wanted comforting from was the guy who got you into this mess to begin with.

At the same time, it wasn’t all bad. You couldn’t recall the last time someone touched you like this, trying to be comforting, without any malice or intent to hurt.

It was pathetic, but you almost craved more.

After a bit of silence, that probably felt longer than it was he spoke up again.

“I brought you breakfast.” - his words finally piqued your interest and you looked up at him. In his hand was a small plate packed with exquisite looking pastries and fruits. You also had access to expensive looking food at the agency but you never really had time to treat yourself to breakfasts there. Work always came first.

Up until this point you didn’t really consider just how hungry you were. He could have offered you moldy bread and you still would have taken it. Unless there was a catch.

“You’re going to poison me now or what?” - you scrunched up your nose at him, voice still a bit hoarse from crying. He didn’t seem too phased by it, at this point you just looked like a sad, wet kitten he found at the side of the road, trying to keep up a tough act.

“Would it make sense for me to poison you before your boss even gets here?” - he gave a knowing half smile before picking up one of the croissants from the plate and taking a bite. You studied his face, making note of every move as he chewed and swallowed his food. That was enough to convince you and you sat up, struggling a bit against your bonds.

He picked up the other pastry from the plate and reached it towards your mouth, unwilling to untie you just yet. You thought about it for a second before finally taking a bite.

It was really good. So soft and sweet, nothing like the ones you were used to before being hired by the agency. The days of eating cheap, cardboard flavoured croissants were long gone, yet you could still recall them like it was yesterday. This job and by proxy your boss really saved your life. You felt like no matter how much work you put in, it was never enough to repay him for it.

By the time you finished that thought your food was gone as well, and Montague reached for the bright red strawberries that were laid out in a flower like shape on the plate. You watched as his hands moved down so delicately, then up towards you. You caught his gaze, fixed right on you and your stomach churned a little.

Being hand fed like this already felt almost intimate, but the way he looked at you just made it so much more worse.

Seeing him from up close, you could really tell just how attractive he was, not like it was hard to tell beforehand. His mismatched eyes were captivating on their own, but his features made them even more striking. He was a very pretty man, and he knew it. If he told you he was a model you wouldn’t even question it. Not even the scars across his face could ruin this perfect image, they only enhanced it further.

You tried to shoo these thoughts away as you continued to eat, even as his fingers slightly brushed against your lips occasionally. Getting flustered over the man holding you captive would be the lowest point of your career. Even lower than getting caught upon entering the location of your mission.

“Was it good?” - he asked with a small smile on his face. It was probably easy to tell by the way you ravaged that croissant, like it was your last meal on this earth.

“Yes, Sir.” - you face immediately turned pale as you realised what you just said out loud. You coughed a little to clear your throat before your voice fully left you.- “No I mean- Sorry just- Force of habit.”

He found it amusing enough, laughing a little to himself. You must have looked real stupid there. Almost a freudian slip. You decided to change the topic immediately lest he decided to ask about it.

“Can I have a cigarette please?” - you mumbled in a tone much meeker than you usually would. He nodded, rummaging through his pocket before pulling out a small black box. Treasurer. Is this really what all the rich guys smoke? You shouldn’t have been surprised, but at least this one was familiar.

Montague leisurely reached into the box, pulling out a cigarette fully coated in black. It looked cool, you’ll give him that. He held it towards your mouth and you parted your lips just enough for it to fit. Then he pulled out a lighter from his pocket and flicked it a few times before it finally lit up, the golden flame taking over the once dark cigarette. This felt even weirder than being hand fed.

You inhaled slowly. A habit this nasty shouldn’t feel this good. But after what happened yesterday, this was exactly what you needed. You exhaled the smoke, trying not aim for his face since he was gracious enough to share it with you. He reached for it and took it out of your mouth to flick the end off. This continued on for a little before he spoke up.

“It must have been uncomfortable to sleep down here. I’m willing to lend you a room up in the hotel, if you wish so.” - his face was devoid of any malice but you didn’t trust it for a second. Why would he want to do that for his hostage? Out of the kindness of his heart? Most definitely not.

But he was right, the vault was cold and dark, despite its lavish looks. You were used to camping out in uncomfortable places from time to time, but the thought of sleeping in a normal, warm bed was just too enticing.

“What’s the catch?” - you asked bluntly, studying his face, waiting for the moment he slipped up. This sounded way too good to be true. Such an easy bait, something only an idiot would fall for.

“Must there always be one?” - he gave you a half smile but he quickly realised you weren’t buying his theatrics at all. You saw right through him, though it wasn’t that hard.

You took a long drag from your cigarette in place on an answer.

“I’ve looked through your records. You seem quite capable.” - he said, very matter of fact. You weren’t exactly sure where he was going with this, so you just stared at him, somewhat confused. - “I want you to join my team.”

He must have been out of his mind to even suggest that.

“You want to hire me even after I got caught by you?” - you huffed out a strained laugh, raising an eyebrow. This must be some sort of a sick joke on his end. A way to further humiliate you. And yet he seemed so strangely sincere about it.

“Oh, don’t take that to heart.” - he laughed, swiping his thumb over your cheek. So demeaning, but almost comforting in a way. - “You had no chance against me.”

What a punchable face he had.

“You must be real stupid if you think I’d betray my boss for you.” - you blurted out. You squinted your eyes, full of anger at the implication. The fact that he even thought about it for a second pissed you off, let alone presenting it to you as an option.

He took a firm hold of your chin as to not let you look away. He wanted all of your attention on him, and for you to know who’s still the one in control. You felt chills running down your spine.

“No no, who said betray? Take it more as.. cooperation between two parties. A truce if you will.” - that sly smirk on his face made you all the more frustrated. Just what did he even mean by that? A truce for what exactly? Your head was running wild with ideas, but either way, it was not like you really had a choice.

“So?” - his voice interjected into your racing thoughts, as you were trying to imagine every scenario and how they could play out based on your answer. None of the ones where you said “no” ended well.

“Fine, I’ll do what you want.” - you sighed in defeat, lowering your gaze as much as you could, while he still had a hold of you. - “Just don’t hurt anyone from the agency. Please.”

“Mhm, good. I can do that. That is, if they don’t attack first." - he stroked your cheek a few more times, almost sickeningly affectionately. Then his grip on your chin lessened and soon enough he let go of you entirely. It was good to know that you were both on the same page about the possible rescue efforts. If Midas was coming to get you he was definitely not coming alone, no matter what the conditions were. But it didn’t seem like he minded that. Maybe he was betting on that possibility.

Montague put out the remainder of the cigarette on the ground, smearing the ash across the expensive looking carpet. He would have to get that replaced.

He leaned in closer to you as he pulled out a small, shiny switchblade from his pocket and reached for your legs, cutting the rope around them with a few calculated motions. For a moment you though he was going to cut clean into you, but clearly this wasn’t his first rodeo. Either way he seemed a little too confident in his abilities.

He took his time untangling the rope from around your legs, making sure to take in the sight in the process. He reached for your shoes and promptly dropped them in front of you. The moment you managed to struggle yourself into them the world seemed just a bit brighter. Comfy, at last.

After he was done he stood up and dusted off his pants. Those needed to be replaced as well.

He reached out his arms towards you, taking a firm grip on your shoulders as he pulled you up from the ground. Your legs were still too shaky for you to stand, after being cramped in one position for so long, but he expected it, pulling you just a bit closer to himself for balance. Too close. You could practically smell the expensive cologne he was wearing, something with sandalwood and a touch of vanilla. You swallowed hard. If you let your mind wander just a bit too long you might have rested your head on his shoulder.

His right arm snaked around your waist to get a better hold on you, and for a second you almost thought it felt nice. That was until you felt something cold and metallic press against the other side of your body. A gun. Of course. Even if it was just for show, it still made you consider every step you took. You were still planning to use those organs he was aiming at.

The walk up to the first floor of the hotel was long and awkward. You didn’t exactly have the time to look around and take in the sights when you first got here, so you tried your best to memorise where everything was.

The hotel was beautiful and lavish, all the walls and pillars trimmed in gold and decorated in a way that just screamed rich. Some of it was definitely expensive just for the sake of it, but the end result was still impressive nonetheless.

A vacation here would have been nice. Guess that’s off the list now.

He finally stopped in front of a door that didn’t seem any different from the others at a first glance, pulling out his keys from his pocket and unlocking it.

The moment you stepped in you noticed just how suspicious it all was. Guns and weapons mounted on the wall, an expensive looking laptop and monitors sitting on the desk, the luxury clothing peeking out of the halfway open closet.

So there was another catch. This must be his room.

Your racing thoughts got even more hazy as he stopped in front of the king sized bed, motioning for you to take a seat. You reluctantly did so.

“It would be inappropriate to keep you tied up now that you’re a part of my team.” - he said, pulling out his switchblade and reaching towards you back for your hands. - “ I’ll take this off, if you promise to behave.”

“I’ll try to..” - you sighed, leaning forward a bit to give him better access. He cut through the rope in one swift motion, slicing through it like it was melting butter. Just how many times did he have to do this..

You pulled your hands into your lap, hissing in pain as you ran your fingers over the rope burn. You might have struggled too much for your own good back at the vault. It didn’t matter though, you were at least free now. In theory.

Montague’s gaze softened as he reached for your hands, cradling them in his own, something close to actual remorse flashing over his eyes for a second. You weren’t sure if you should buy it. You couldn’t tell if anything he ever said was truly genuine. A flurry of thoughts raced through your head.

You could kill him right now. He’s defenceless. Distracted. You could snap his neck any second. And yet you decided not to.

He sighed quietly, pulling your hands up to him before placing soft kisses all over your torn skin. His lips were so warm, it made you feel dizzy, unable to pull your hand back, and unable to want to as well. You stared at him, expression unchanging and mind blank, but unable to hide just how hot your face was getting. If this was his way of apologising, then he managed to do a good job.

After a few seconds he pulled away, turning towards the entrance and promptly locking the door.

“I’ll run you a bath if you want.” - he said, walking towards the bathroom door. He opened it, revealing a large room full of white and greenish furnishings, packed to the brim with bath and beauty products. - “Im sure it would feel nice to relax a bit. I can bring you clean clothes as well.”

You were still a bit too starstruck by his previous actions to react, staring at your bruised hands, mind replaying the image over and over again. It took you a moment before you finally managed to get your head straight and answer him.

“Will you be watching me or..?” - you raised an eyebrow, finally back to your suspicious self. Montague chuckled, visibly unsure about you being truly serious. The tides have turned.

“Of course not. You said you would behave, haven’t you?” - with that he walked into the bathroom, towards the white marble bathtub, opening the tap and watching the hot mist rise up from it. - “Besides, this room has no windows. I trust you won’t break down the wall while I’m not looking.”

He smirked, unaware of the fact that you have in fact done that on more than one occasion before. You didn’t have the explosives, nor the nerve to do it in such a cramped room though.

“Thank you..” - you muttered, unusually quiet. You got off the bed and walked towards the room, closing the door and twisting the lock quickly. You scanned the door with your eyes, leaning in close to make sure you couldn’t see through any of the cracks.

Next you strolled around the room, checking for any possible places a camera could be hidden. All clear. Maybe he did do this out of the kindness of his heart for once. It never hurt to be cautious though..

You walked up to the bathtub and stripped of your dusty clothes, leaving them in a pile as you stepped into the water.

Many different brands of shampoos, conditioners and body washes lined the side of the tub, but the ones that caught your attention was the bath salts. You opened them one by one, smelling them and pondering on the best choice. Once you picked the winner you poured probably more than you should have into the tub, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere it brought.

You did the same for the rest of the products, deciding to waste as much time as you possibly could. It was nice to have some time for yourself for once, even if it had to come at a situation like this. With the conditioners applied, you sunk down into the tub, laying your head on the edge and closing your eyes. You kept wondering about how all of this had happened.

Why were you immediately suspicious to him upon entering the hotel? Your best guess was that he must have already had some info on you, but you couldn’t be for sure.

Montague was a frustrating enigma. On a first glance you wouldn’t have written him down as a master thief and manipulator, maybe just some rich pretty boy with a strange taste in jewellery. That just meant he was good at his job and even better at hiding his darker side.

Half the things he said he did so with that annoyingly charming smirk, like he knew he was playing everyone in the room and he just couldn’t help but let it slip sometimes. He was a true megalomaniac, but you were somewhat familiar with his kind by now.

His relic was even more of a mystery, it’s origin and full properties and powers all unknown. According to one witness he could turn his body parts into pure diamond with it. Some said his whole body can be transformed into it. You had to wonder if it he might harm himself while doing that. If the diamonds might stay lodged into his skin after. If it ever leaves a scar..

Your mind wandered, trying to imagine where his scars could be formed. Maybe across the arm he uses? Maybe on his chest, where it’s the closest to? Maybe through his legs, running down his thighs or-

You shot up from the water, snapping your eyes open, having had just about enough of those fantasies. You were certainly out of line now, the nagging thoughts in your head reminding you about how he also takes baths here, pushing images into your mind, not making your situation any better.

You washed your hair off and pulled the plug, letting the now colourful water flow down the drain. You reached for the towel that was previously placed by him on the sink. Relishing in its softness, you stepped in front of the mirror, beginning to dry your hair, using all the products laid out for it.

Once you were done with that you finally took a close look at the massive skincare collection standing in front of his mirror, which you have been eyeing the entire time.

It was a lot. By any standards. You carefully looked over and studied all of them before deciding on what to do.

You took them one by one and applied them, having the time of your life in the meantime. You were honestly kind of jealous of his collection. This time you didn’t exactly care about how they would affect your skin, you were hellbent on using up as many as you could. Have a little revenge. Make him think he’s safe when he’s reaching for his favourite lotion, only to find out that it’s empty.

Once you were done with your petty crime of passion you looked towards the door. Maybe he forgot about the clothes. If push comes to shove you could wear the same ones again.

“Can i have the clean clothes please?” - you raised your voice loud enough for him to hear. You heard faint ruffling from the other side before he got close enough for you to speak.

“Open the door and i’ll hand then in.” - you considered your options before twisting the lock. With the door slightly agape, you saw his hand peek in, holding onto a pair of greyish black clothes. The moment you took it from him his hand retracted and you shut the door again.

The clothes were plain but cute. Not exactly your style, but you still found them charming. You got dressed and looked at yourself in the mirror. This change in looks made you feel somewhat uncomfortable. It was like you were looking at a completely different person. Your old uniform and disguise filled you with a sense of belonging, like you were tied to the agency as long as you had it on. You didn’t want to think about it much so you headed for the door and stepped outside.

Montague was sitting at his desk, busy looking over the security camera footage displayed on his monitors, and what looked to be your files open on his laptop. That was not a flattering picture. It must have been taken close to when you joined the agency, based on the hair style you had.

You walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge, dangling your legs in the air absentmindedly. He seemed so occupied with skipping through the cameras that your weren’t even sure he noticed you coming back. You glanced around the room, looking for anything interesting you could occupy yourself with.

Your eyes landed on some magazines on the bedside table, the image on the cover already intriguing. It must have been an older picture, based on the fact that the Montague you saw on it was more younger looking, his face softer and his scar nowhere to be seen.

So he was a model.

You flipped it open, Montague quickly looking over his shoulder towards the noise. He took a long look at you before giving a half smile and turning back to his work. Reading through the pages seemed to be less rewarding than you imagined, most of it only talking about the fake persona he built up to the public.

His rags to riches story told in there was interesting, for sure, but knowing the real details made the false tale far less awe inspiring. He didn’t just climb the ladder of society like the papers said, he practically stole his way to the top. Unethical, but the truth was far more impressive to you.

You felt like you had it more easy compared to him, coming from a similar background but being taken under by someone who was already powerful, while Montague had became that powerful person by his own hands.

In the end, both of you had to do bad things to get to where you were now. Even then, you never once regretted joining the agency.

Lost in thought you stared at the picture in front of you, only seeing him get up and sit next to you from the corner of your eye. You closed the magazine and set it aside, looking up at him, having a question you wanted answered for a while now.

The air seemd to grow heavy as you two stared at each other, neither of you breaking the silence. You traced the scar on his eyebrow with your eyes, running over the jagged lines over and over again. You needed to focus.

“Why did you want me on your team?” - you finally managed to force out the question, eagerly waiting for his reaction. There was really no good reason for him to do that. You’ve shown yourself to be unreliable and a clutz by getting caught so early. He could have just asked for the agency to cooperate and give you back to them. No matter how many times you thought about it, there was no good reason.

“I like you.”

Oh.

His answer was curt, almost surprised that this wasn’t clear to you. It felt like a molotov has just been thrown into your brain, your frenzied thoughts getting even more incoherent by the second. Did he? Was that why he was so nice to you? That didn’t seem right and even if it was true what would that even change and how-

He chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction as you just sat there staring at him, face noticeably red. You sighed, nodding your head in understanding, unable and unwilling to say anything in case that would make things worse.

You knew how you felt, it was obvious, and if he was good enough at reading people then he probably did too.

“Why are you so devoted to your agency?” - he changed the subject, taking your question as a green light to dig into you and unearth your secrets. You didn’t really mind it.

“It’s hard to explain..” - you sighed, scooting up towards middle of the bed and sitting cross legged. He looked at you for a second as if to ask for permission and you nodded, letting him sit on the bed properly and a bit closer to you. - “My boss, Midas he’s.. he’s just done so much for me.”

“Like mutilating your fingers?” - Montague asked, raising an eyebrow. Your expression immediately changed, not expecting him to go there.

“Not that’s-“ - you gasped out, tone very defensive. You turned your palms towards you, looking over the scar tissue that was left behind, speaking more quietly now. - “You misunderstood, it was never his idea. I did it because i wanted to do a better job.. for him…”

He gave you a small nod, understanding but not fully satisfied with the answer. You continued.

“He helped me out of a bad living situation by offering me a job at the agency. I was able to achieve and learn so much thanks to him.” - you smiled a little to yourself as you recalled the memories. It hasn’t been that long since you were gone, but you missed your team so much. - “I’ve been trying to do my job perfectly but i felt like no matter how much i work put in i would never be able to repay him. And now i’m here, getting myself in trouble and giving him more work..”

“If he truly cares, he will come and rescue you, no matter what.” - Montague sighed, raising his arm towards you and gently stroking your cheek. The sudden closeness made you freeze up for a second. - “And if he doesn’t.. this isn’t the worst place for you to stay at.”

His words and actions were so comforting, you almost forgot this situation was partially his fault. You stopped blaming him for it a while ago, even if you couldn’t trust him fully you felt like you could at least relate to him, and that made you feel a bit better. Getting pulled out of your comfort zone like this wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, now that you two were on better terms. It was hard to admit, but you enjoyed being around Montague.

You looked back at him but he didn’t say a word, he was staring at you intently, his eyes flickering across your features.

The tension was thick enough to cut at this point. You caught his glance again.

“What is it?” - you questioned with an almost dumbfounded tone, unable to imagine what was going though his head. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips again.

“Can I kiss you?”

Oh.

That strangely blunt question, his careful tone, his half smile, that stupidly charming face, all of it was too much. You just stared at him, face hot and mouth slightly agape.

It’s not like you weren’t thinking about it since the moment you laid eyes on him. Even if you knew it was selfish, careless and very very dumb, your body was telling you the complete opposite.

“I mean.. if you.. yeah..”- you turned your eyes away from him, onto your slightly shaking hands. God, you were acting so idiotic. Like a teenager upon being faced with their first crush. It was almost laughable.

He reached out a hand and lifted your chin up so you could look at him again. A sense of danger coursed through your entire body as he leaned in closer, so close that your faces were almost touching.

“Please say you want it, then.” - he said, leaning in closer to your neck, almost begging, voice low and hoarse. Your head was spinning, all rational thoughts leaving you behind with each shallow breath you took. You could feel his hot breath tickling against your skin.

“Please kiss me.”

He raised his head and you could see his smile widen as he closed the distance between you two, his lips meeting yours so softly that it almost hurt.

He closed his eyes as his arm trailed down to your neck, then your shoulder, his other hand tilting your chin up just enough to reach him.

You kept your eyes wide open, almost frozen in place for a second. You wanted this so badly, so why was every cell of your body suddenly screaming for you to stop?

He noticed your shock just as quickly, pulling away immediately upon sensing that something was wrong.

“You’re.. supposed to close your eyes, you know..” - he huffed out a laugh, trying to break through the awkward air that sprung up around you two. His eyes were looking you up and down, trying to understand what the problem was. This wasn’t the right situation to mess around in, for sure, but he thought you were both on the same page.

“…sorry.” - you finally spoke up, looking at everything in the room except him in the process. - “Im just.. a little nervous.”

That was an understatement. It’s been so long since you last felt the warm hands of another person on you like this, it was almost alarming now. You frequently began to associate that feeling with an attempt on your life, which wasn’t the most unusual in your field of work. The better you got at your job, the less people managed to reach you. Familiarity was only to be found in the cold, dead touch of those who stood in your path.

He nodded, thinking about your words, body language and everything else that could have been unsaid. He decided to pull his hands back and place them in his lap, almost as if he was waiting to be cuffed. He was surprisingly good at reading people.

“No need to worry, sweetheart.” - he smiled softly, leaning back a little as he sat. You groaned in annoyance, the nickname making you blush even more and sending swarms of butterflies to your stomach. - “You’re the one in control here.”

That seemed to have calmed your nerves a little. You took a deep breath as you got up, debating for a fraction of a second if you should sit on his lap but ultimately deciding against it. You still had a bit of your common sense left after all.

You sat down on your knees in front of him and reached your hand out, caressing his stubbled face in an amused way.

“You’re really pretty.” - you mumbled, almost too quiet for him to hear. His eyes crinkled as a genuine smile peeked through his facade. You wondered what he really was like under all these layers of lies, if he was truly trustworthy, or someone more despicable than you could ever imagine.

Only time would tell, and you decided to shove those thoughts away for now. You leaned in closer, your lips melting in a warm embrace.

Your left hand trailed behind his neck while your right found its way into his hair, playfully ruffling into it. He laughed into the kiss and your heart almost skipped a beat. This whole thing was honestly comedic but you didn’t care. You never realised how much you actually craved this. Just to have someone treat you like you were precious. Let it be a lie or not.

The world around you ceased to exist for a moment, just you and him, in this fucked up situation, breaking all the rules you set up for yourself.

You pulled away for air, both of your faces flushed, his pupils wide like he just sampled all the drugs money could buy. It was almost silly. You swiped your thumb over his face, whispering praises in your native tongue that he didn’t need to understand.

Amused, you wiped the small string of saliva from his chin.

“Mon Dieu..”- he groaned, mouth agape, almost unable to find his words. - “Please do that again.”

You smirked, leaning back to him. You teased him for a few seconds, grazing his lips with yours, not fully giving in, until he looked up at you. His eyes half lidded, but face screaming annoyed. You huffed out a laugh. He was so stupidly attractive, it was almost surreal. Of course you couldn’t help but want to play with him a little.

You smiled a little, amused by his reaction before finally kissing him again. You felt like you could stay like this forever.

Until a strange sound caught your attention. You weren’t exactly sure where to put it, at first it sounded like drilling, or rattling outside. You tried to ignore it and focus on him, but the more you listened the clearer it was.

Your heartbeat started to quicken.

It was a car.

The realisation crossed your mind and you shot up from the bed, leaving Montague confused until he finally caught the sound himself. He knew damn well what it was and what it meant.

He got up from the bed and grabbed his jacket, hurriedly putting it on, his shoes following after. He leaned over his desk to look at the cameras, but couldn’t find a thing on them.

You reached for your platforms and slid into them as quick as you could, watching from the corner of your eye as Montague stuffed something into his pocket, but paying it no mind.

You were barely able to think, completely forgetting about the weather and putting on something warm before walking towards the door. He opened it wordlessly and lead you down the stairs, towards the entrance of the hotel. Everything was eerily quiet in the hall, somewhat usual for the late evening.

You stepped out of the golden trimmed gate and the chilly air suddenly hit you. This kind of weather wasn’t exactly what you were used to. You tugged at the hem of your shirt in an attempt to cover yourself up a bit more, eventually groaning defeat, a small mist cloud forming from your breath. It reminded you of the time when you were only pretending to smoke as a child.

Lost in thought you vaguely focused your eyes on the horizon, almost jumping as you felt something touch your shoulders.

“You’re going to get cold like this.” - Montague sighed, wrapping his long coat around you. You grabbed the edges and pulled them even closer to yourself in an attempt escape the biting cold.

The coat smelled like him. You closed your eyes for a second, imaging his arms in place of the soft fabric.

This distraction wasn’t long lived though, as you noticed something glistening in the distance, the sound growing closer and closer by the second.

The source of the noise finally dipped into view over the horizon, it was the roaring engine of the pitch black sports car that you were oh so familiar with. As it got closer you noticed how more than half of it was glimmering gold in the sun’s light, almost blinding to the eye. It was shocking to say the least. You couldn’t see through the darkened windows but you had a pretty good idea of who could be driving it.

It took a sharp turn then came to a sudden halt in front of the stairway, drifting through the dirt and ripping up the layer of snow that sat on top of it. A man in a suit jumped out hastily, and you swallowed hard.

It was him.

It really was him.

He didn’t leave you behind.

One look at him sent shivers down your spine. His hair was a mess, falling on his face and in front of his eyes. His tie was halfway undone, his jacket, the cuffs of his sleeves, and his pants all speckled and tainted gold. And the look on his face…

You’ve seen him angry plenty of times before, but never like this. He looked terrifying. The knot in your stomach tightened as a he took a few quick steps forward, looking up at the top of the stairs where you two were standing.

“You..” - you could hear him groan through gritted teeth. In the flash of an eye he pulled out a golden pistol and aimed it at the man standing next to you. Your eyes widened.

“Wait!” - You could barely react as three shots rang out and you quickly snapped towards their target.

The bullets fell to the ground, clanking loudly as they rolled down the stairs.

Montague’s face screamed shock, even though he most likely expected this scenario. It all happened so quickly, almost too fast for him to react. His chest rose and fell under the heavy weight of the protective diamond barrier he created just in time. He laughed out as Midas lowered his gun.

“What a rude introduction..” - he was immediately back at his usual snarkiness and you had to wonder if he understood just how close to death he was right there. He was good at hiding it, but you could see the drops of sweat rolling down his cheek, and how his hands were shaking ever so slightly. That first shot landed a little too close for comfort.

Midas’ face hasn’t changed for a second, his tired eyes focusing only on Montague’s every move, watching him like a predator waiting for his prey. If you hadn’t stopped him, he most likely would have torn him apart by now. If there was one thing he despised, it was others taking what’s his.

Montague cleared his throat.

“Your agent has already agreed to my deal. I’ll let them go for now, in exchange for you lending me some help. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?” - he smirked, his words making your stomach churn. You did agree, yes, but it’s not like it was a fair deal, nor did you know the full extent of it. You wondered just how badly you might have messed up this time.

Still, you were glad he didn’t attack Midas right after he tried to shoot him point blank. Maybe your words actually reached some part of him. Maybe he understood how important he was to you.

“And what the catch?” - Midas asked immediately. Montague just scoffed, you two really did think alike. He raised a hand as if he was making the offer of a lifetime.

“They will stay as a part of my team, while your agency aids me in dethroning the gods. That is also your goal, yes?” - his tone turned serious, his face losing the fake smile just as quick.

So that’s what this was all for. You could barely believe it, he was crazy for sure, but going up against the gods still seemed too far fetched. Midas on the other hand didn’t seem shocked in the slightest. He looked intrigued as he took a few moments to think before answering.

“In that case, I agree to your deal.” - They were both out of their minds. You took a few deep breaths, taking all of the information in. You understood Midas’ reasons very well. He was kept locked up by them for so long after all, of course he would want to take his revenge. If that’s what he truly wanted, then you would throw your life on the line as well.

“Mhm, good.” - Montague smiled, content, as he nudged your back with the gun he was hiding behind himself. Some things never change. - “Go on.”

And just like that, you were free. Truly free this time.

Your thoughts finally cleared as the stress and worry of the situation slowly left your brain. All you could focus on now was the man standing at the bottom of the staircase.

You broke into a sprint, almost tripping at the speed you were running. You ran as if your life depended on it, like he would disappear if you didn’t reach him in time.

Tears pricked at you eyes as his face softened, and against your better judgement you practically jumped into his arms.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I thought you’d never come, I’m sorry, I’ll never make a mistake like this again!” - You sobbed against his chest, words held back for so long finally spilling out all at once, your tears staining the expensive material of his shirt. You held onto him so tight your muscles started to hurt, all signs of professionalism thrown out the window by now.

“Careful! I’m barely able to-“ - He quickly raised his hands to avoid touching you.

“I know. I’m sorry, Sir.” - You sniffed a little as you let go, trying to regain some of your composure. This would definitely not be allowed in the office. But he didn’t look like he minded it much, he just seemed glad that you were alive and unharmed.

In truth, all he wanted to do was to run his fingers through your hair and make sure you were truly okay. He knew better than to do that though, not in the state he was in. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“It’s okay now. I’m here.”

The plan was in motion. Everything worked out just as he had wanted it to. And yet Montague could not shake off the uneasy feeling he was having, digging his nails into his own skin so hard that it drew blood. It all went well, and yet he was still so worked up over you clutching onto that man, like he was your lifeline.

Several other people got out of the car by then, a lady in black, a girl with dark braids and a tall cat. You waved and ran up to them, crying even more than before.

He couldn’t fully hear what you were saying, but he could guess. A tearful reunion, a beautiful way to end things. It’s been a while since he last felt emotions this strong and overwhelming. He was overreacting, and he knew it, but he was still unable to get himself to think straight.

He had you in the palm of his hand, and he was not willing to let you go now. That soft gaze, those gentle touches, the taste of your lips, he wanted it all for himself.

Maybe an unforeseen accident, a terrible tragedy, a mistake that would cost his life or maybe…

He saw you turn around and look back at him, a soft smile on your face. You were smiling at him. A genuine, kind gesture. It made his heart flutter.

…maybe those won’t be necessary.

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