#i have been thinking about max and his fucking thighs since i woke up this morning

[eastoncowan]

i’m being very normal in this chili’s tonight

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve got the tattoo the day they held the very small, very secret service for Eddie.

He knew he had to get it somewhere hidden, didn’t wanna answer questions, not even from Robin.

The E+S on his upper thigh was precious to him, all he had left of the promises they made to each other as children and again as teenagers.

Eddie was Steve’s, even if he wasn’t here, and Steve would always be Eddie’s, even if Eddie no longer knew.

But eventually, the end of summer came, and the kids wanted to have something normal. Normal for them was a pool party that ended in a sleepover, and Steve didn’t have much choice about making it happen.

He wanted them to have something normal.

So he got his bathing suit on, forgetting the tattoo was in a spot that might show in it, and tried to have fun with them.

Robin noticed and then Max noticed, and once he’d tried getting out of the explanation twice in a row, Dustin and Will noticed.

So he just explained that he lost a dare with Tommy years ago and that got them to stop asking.

But he found himself crying in the shower that evening, trying his best not to make any noise as sobs wracked his body and it got harder and harder to breathe.

The only thing that snapped him out of it was the knowledge that Eddie would want him to go back downstairs to be with the kids. He wouldn’t want to see Steve like this.

He kissed his fingertips and pressed them to his tattoo, just like he’d done every single day since he got it.

And then he went downstairs to be with the kids.

His one rule during sleepovers at his house was he still go to sleep in his own bed. Sometimes Robin would join him, but most of the time, he slept alone.

He couldn’t sleep.

He could feel the exhaustion deep in his bones, but every time he closed his eyes and tried to drift, he’d get an overwhelming feeling of being watched.

His eyes would open and he’d look around, confused and frustrated.

And nothing would be there.

Which was good, great even. He didn’t want there to be anyone or anything there. But he did want an explanation for this feeling.

He sat up in his bed and sighed.

Maybe he could-

Something was definitely in his bathroom. The door had been closed earlier, like it always was, and now it was halfway open.

The light was off.

Steve stood from his bed silently, crept to the bathroom with his nail bat raised, and considered what would happen if he died up here.

“That’s a depressing thought even for your melodramatics, sweetheart.”

Steve barely resisted screaming at Eddie’s voice.

“Oh god. I’ve finally fuckin’ lost it,” he said as he turned the bathroom light on.

“I dunno. You still got it, baby. Even if you lost some weight in your ass.”

Eddie, or something that looked and talked like Eddie, was sitting on the sink in the bathroom.

“I did like those little swim trunks, though. Hope you wear those again for me.”

“What the fuck.”

“You know, that’s exactly what I said when I woke up alive. Kinda thought I was dying. Imagine my surprise when I didn’t.”

Steve held his bat tighter.

“Eddie? How?”

Eddie hopped off the sink and stepped closer, slowly, so he wouldn’t scare Steve.

“Not sure. But it’s not the craziest thing that’s happened.” Eddie wanted to touch him, Steve could tell. His hands were clenching into fists to resist. “I know I’m not human, but I’m close enough, I think.”

“Close enough for what?”

“To love you.”

Steve dropped the bat and fell against Eddie, burying his face in his neck and breathing him in, not caring about the dirt or sweat or grime clinging to his skin.

It was Eddie, and he’d take him any way he could have him.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been trying to get back here for so long.” Eddie’s arms held him tight enough to bruise. “Won’t happen again, won’t leave you again.”

Steve’s sobs were loud, but trying to contain them physically pained him. He’d been in enough pain for months. He had to let these out.

He felt Eddie waving his hands behind him, but then heard Robin’s rambling and decided to turn.

“-and he’s been distraught for months but didn’t tell me anything and then I saw his tattoo earlier and I thought, well, must just be a joke you guys had. And then I was like, no, can’t be, because you barely spoke. Or at least I thought you did. Clearly I’m wrong. I’m super wrong. Wrongest I’ve ever been maybe.”

“Robs.” Steve’s choked voice silenced her. “You know how I told you to go for it with Nancy because I really didn’t have feelings for her?”

“I don’t see how this is relevant, but yeah.”

“She protected me, both of us, really, so we could be together. Offered to pretend to date me so no one would get suspicious.”

“Steve. Steve Harrington. You had a beard?”

Eddie snorted. “I know you said she was funny, but I’m pretty she’s my second favorite human now.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I’ve been with Eddie for forever. I mean, since we were kids practically.”

Robin was silent. A rare thing for her.

“Robin?”

“Sorry, just taking this in.”

“Yeah, Eddie being alive is a lot-“

“Not that. That is gonna come a lot later once I stop and think about the fact that he’s some kind of zombie.” Robin leaned against the doorway. “The fact that I came out to my best friend and he didn’t return the favor. That is queer code, Steve.”

Eddie laughed, and Steve let out another sob. He’d missed him so much, missed his laugh, his arms around him, his heartbeat-

“Eds. Eddie.” Steve lifted his head and pressed both hands to his chest. “You-“

“Ah. So I don’t seem to have a heartbeat anymore. As far as I can tell, I did actually die.” Eddie shrugged as if this news wasn’t absolutely insane. “So my best guess is vampire since I prefer blood to brains. But I can get by without it for a pretty long time.”

“How long?”

“Well, I haven’t had any since the day I woke up. Which is a few months according to your calendar.”

Robin held her hands up. “I’m going. Good luck. The kids are gonna flip.”

“Do not tell them. Not yet.”

Steve needed tonight, needed to have Eddie to himself before everyone else stole it for a while. He wanted to be selfish for the first time in a very long time. He knew Robin would understand.

“Sure thing. But you’re gonna have to be quiet. You’re lucky none of them heard you crying.”

Steve nodded and curled back into Eddie, placing a kiss against his neck.

“Glad you’re back Eddie,” she said as she left.

“I need a shower,” Eddie said. “Think it’ll wake the kids?”

“Nah. They slept through a tree falling in the yard last month during a storm. Just need to be quick,” Steve pulled away to start grabbing what he’d need for a shower, but Eddie pulled him back on, running his nose along his neck and sending chills down his spine.

“You wanna join me?” He asked.

“Of course I do. But we won’t be quick if I join you,” Steve smiled.

A real smile. One he realized he hadn’t had on his face since spring break.

“You wanna wait in bed for me, then?” Eddie beamed back at him.

“Can I stay in here? I don’t-“ Steve sighed. “I don’t wanna leave you.”

Eddie’s smile softened into something endeared. “Yeah, sweetheart. You can stay. Talk to me. Tell me what I missed.”

Steve told him about everything he could while he showered away the Upside Down grime, watching his shadow behind the glass door of the shower to make sure it never disappeared.

They made sure the bedroom door was locked before crawling into bed together, Steve laying on top of Eddie like he always did before.

He was heavier, but Eddie never cared.

Steve slept so long, Eddie had no choice but to go downstairs in the morning so no one would wake him up.

The chaos that ensued was nothing short of overwhelming, but Eddie didn’t mind.

He was happy to back with all the kids, even if they asked incredibly inappropriate questions about his body to find out what he was.

When Steve finally came down, he was still half asleep and barely registered the open-mouth stares of everyone as he came up to Eddie and rested his head on his chest, wrapped his arms around his waist.

Eddie smiled down at him and kissed the top of his head.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning, baby.”

“Sunshine?!” Dustin yelled.

“Baby?!” Mike yelled louder.

“Make them go away,” Steve sighed against his neck.

“You don’t wanna explain?” Eddie asked him, half joking.

“Not today. Scare them or something.”

“You think Eddie can scare us? We’ve all almost died!” Lucas said.

“Fine. Eddie and I are together, have been forever. The tattoo on me is our initials. Get out of my house.”

The kids just stared at them in silence until Steve finally turned from Eddie and put his hands on his hips.

“I wasn’t asking. Get out.”

The kids scrambled to leave, making promises (threats) to come back soon.

Robin waved as she walked out with them, throwing them both a wink and knowing smile.

“So how long do you think we have until they come back?” Eddie asked, rocking them back and forth gently.

“Few hours maybe.”

“I can do a lot in a few hours,” Eddie nipped at Steve’s ear, making him shiver and laugh.

“You got super strength with your new life?” Steve grinned at him.

“I wouldn’t call it super, but I could definitely carry you back to bed.”

Steve jumped up and wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist, arms around his neck.

“Carry me to bed, then, Eds.”

“Anything your heart desires, Stevie.”

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

hiii so I'm not sure if you're still doing the prompt thing but if you are can you please write something where malec are fighting over something (anything idc) and alec just goes off and snaps like "BECAUSE I WAS SCARED" and breaks down maybe??? i am a whore for some hurt/comfort so please it would mean the world to me🫶

“Alexander, please leave.”

“Magnus—”

“No,” Magnus raises a hand and turns to make his way towards the bedroom. “I’ve had enough, tonight.”

“Baby, please. I know what I did was shitty but I can explain,” Alec tries to reason with Magnus.

His heart thrums in his chest. Alec needs to talk to Magnus—needs him to understand why he did what he did.

Magnus stops in his tracks and there’s so much fire and pain in his voice when he speaks the next words.

“Explain why Rafael suddenly doesn’t want to see me? Why he seems to think that I don’t want to spend time with him when it couldn’t be far from the truth.” Magnus swallows.

“No. No, of course not. Rafael wants to see you. It’s not that—“

Magnus let out a ugly chuckle at that, “Oh, how could I forget. It’s not him, but you who doesn’t want me to see Rafael.”

His boyfriend’s eyes well up and Alec wants to close the distance and hug him. But he knows he’s not allowed to right now.

Not after the hurt he has caused all four of them.

“If you think our relationship was going too fast, you could’ve just said so. You didn’t have to play all these games and lie to me. And specially to Rafael. He’s a kid, Alec.”

Alec runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

“I know. I know that. I’m not playing games. I don’t know how to explain it. I—“

I’m trying to save our kids.

Magnus scoffs at the words, “How would you feel if I had done something like this? If I had tried to keep you away from Max? If I just woke up one day and decided that you weren’t allowed to see him ever again.”

Shivers runs deep inside his body and Alec feels ice cold at the thought itself.

The idea of not seeing Max, not holding him, not listening to his giggles and laugher—it leaves him hollow and pained.

Alec knows Max only since the past two years but he loves the little warlock as much as he loves his Rafael.

And he knows it’s the same for Magnus. That Magnus loves Rafael more than anything.

So he knows how much it must’ve hurt Magnus to find out that Alec was suddenly creating distance between the two of them.

He didn’t do it out of his own accords though.

“I’m sorry. I—“

“I don’t need an apology, Alec. I need to know what the hell is going on? You won’t talk to me. You’ve been distant. You’re keeping me away from Rafael. You’re keeping me away from you and I don’t know—”

“I’m fucking scared,” he yells finally. “I did it because I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of something happening to the boys because of our relationship.” Alec announces loudly.

Magnus blinks a couple of times, “What?”

Alec let out a choked sob and falls on the couch, his face in his hands.

A couple moments pass before there are gentle hands on his thighs, moving closer. Magnus removes his hands from his face and cups his cheek softly.

“Alexander, what are you talking about?”

He takes a deep breath before speaking, “I’ve been getting threats for months, okay? To stay away from you. And initially I didn’t pay much attention to it. I even told you about the first few ones and we both made fun of them, if you remember.”

“I do.”

“They stopped for a while but they recently started again and they’ve been more violent and aggressive. And if the threats were on me, I wouldn’t have cared but they’re about Rafael and Max—” Alec sniffs. “Remember when we couldn’t find Max for a few hours last week at the park?”

Magnus nods. “He had wandered off somewhere. Blueberry does that all the time.”

Alec almost smiles because Max is indeed a chaotic child. “No. Someone took him. Not like took-him took-him. But just pretended to be his friend for a few hours before they left. Max just didn’t realise. Someone sent me a letter about it. Probably the ones who took him.”

Magnus’s eyes widen at the words and his eyes wander across the hall towards Max’s room.

Alec gets it. He’d lost his shit when he’d find out too.

“I just didn’t want something happening to the boys so I thought that creating distance might really be the best idea but I was wrong because I don’t want to be away from you. And I don’t want to be away from Max and neither do I want to separate you and Rafael,” Alec rambles. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for what I did. I just—I just thought I was protecting everjone but I hurt all of you and I’m—“

Before Alec can ramble and apologise further, Magnus shifts next to him and pulls him against his chest. “It’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’m here, now.”

Alec clutches to the back of Magnhs’s shirt and sniffles, “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to—“

Magnus cards his hands through Alec’s hair in a soothing motion and kisses his head.

“I know darling. I know, now. I forgive you.”

They stay like that for a long time before pulling away and looking at each other.

“What do we do now?” Alec asks eventually.

Magnus grabs his face in his hands and leans closer to kiss his lips.

“Whatever we do, we do it together,” Magnus says softly. “Okay?”

Alec gives him a small smile, “okay.”

“Now, will you stop being an idiot, please?”

“I’ll try.”

[lxndonorris]

fun and games - Max Fewtrell and Lando Norris

Y/N x Lando Norris // Max Fewtrell Theme: Smut, Threesome, Alcohol, (you’ve been warned) after a game of truth or dare, you get into a threesome with your friends, Lando and Max. word count: 2470+

It’s way past midnight on this Wednesday night, when you find yourself sitting in your friend's apartment, playing a round of truth or dare. You’re sitting on the sofa, wearing a light shirt, and shorts, your go-to outfit hanging out with your friends, right next to Lando who’s grinning. “What's the first thing you would do if you woke up one day as the opposite sex?” He asks Max, who’s sitting on the floor on the other side of the table. At least half a dozen empty bottles of beer are spread all over the table, together with the remains of three large pizzas. You’ve been playing for a while, all of you slightly intoxicated, which makes the questions a little dirtier.

“God, I wake up as a girl?” Max growls, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. You exchange a look with Lando, whose mouth forms into a playful smirk. “You got it.” He says, pointing at Max, who giggles. “Probably go for the tits, first.” Max frowns, looking down at his chest. “You think I’d have big ones?” He places both of his hands on his tits, and strokes himself gently “Oh, I know for sure.” You smile, winking at Max, who blushes slightly. It’s always been like this. You met them years ago, and since then, you became inseparable. “Good choice.” You nod, taking another slice of pizza.

Max shrugs triumphantly, and runs a hand through his messy hair, letting out a low growl. “My turn, right?” He says while Lando places a hand on your thigh. “Look out, Y/N,” Lando whispers into your ear, his warm breath tickling on your skin. Giggling, you take a bite, and look up, to find Max staring at you, a little spark shining in his beautiful eyes. “Truth, or dare?” He says seriously, licking his lips quickly. Thinking for a second, you try to read his face, but he’s way too good at hiding his intentions. “Truth.” You say firmly, raising an eyebrow. 

Lando starts giggling, takes a bottle from the table, and takes a sip from the warm beer. “Fuck.” He groans, his whole body shuddering. “It’s warm eh?” Max says, taking a sip from another bottle, doing the exact same thing as Lando. “Yikes.” He says, his face turning into a grimace. “Jerks.” You frown and proceed to also take a sip from your bottle, and you flinch at the icky taste of the warm liquid. “Never again.” You cough, putting the bottle down on the table. The boys slowly regain their composure, and you stare at Max. “Bring it on.” You say, and his body stiffens a little, as he is thinking deeply. Then, a sly smirk creeps onto his face.

“if you had to choose, between me and Lando, who’d you fuck?” He growls and raises an eyebrow, seemingly proud of himself with that question. “Oh fuck, that’s interesting,” Lando smirks as well, and they both look at you, their burning gaze sending shivers down your spine. “Seriously?” You frown, looking at both of them, who now act so innocent. “It’s just a question, Y/N:” Max smiles shyly, running a hand through his scruffy beard. “So simple,” Lando says, stroking his own thighs nervously. You contemplate for a while, really thinking it through. 

You really like Lando. Looking at him, in his black silk shirt, his slim-fit jeans, and white socks. His curls look even better in the dim light, and his eyes shine so brightly. He smiles, even striking a little sexy pose for you, knowing very well how much you enjoy his profile. Then, you look at Max, who’s now standing up, wearing a blue hoodie, black shorts, and nothing else. There was a time when you caught feelings for him, but being too scared about being rejected, you never confessed to him. Maybe he knows it, maybe both of them know. the way they’re acting, it feels a little off. 

Trying to get back at them, you lean back against the soft pillow and smile. “Oh, I am bad at making tough decisions, so I’d say both, at the same time.” Triumphantly, you watch them exchanging confused looks before they both turn to you. “For real?” Lando asks, his voice breaking slightly. “That’s the only way I can think about it.” You shrug, and Max walks over to you, sitting down right next to you. “See, it’s like that.” He says, his voice a little huskier than usual. “We, we-” Max stutters when Lando interrupts him. “We wanted to ask you that for a while now.” He says quickly, his voice breaking again. 

Surprised, you look at Max, whose red face softens slightly, and then at Lando, who’s way more confident with his offer. “Boys, it was a joke.” You say and frown again. “Oh.” They say in unison before they giggle awkwardly. “Fuck. That’s embarrassing.” Lando says, rubbing the back of his head. “Oh yeah.” Max sighs, and they both lean back as well, with all of you know lying next to each other. For a few minutes, silence is hovering above you, the air all around getting heavier and heavier. You think about what just happened, and it doesn’t feel weird at all. 

“Guys.” You say breathlessly, staring at the ceiling. “That thought is now stuck in my head.” Lando turns his face and places a hand on his chest. “I’m...I’m sorry,” he says, and Max agrees. “I shouldn’t have asked that question.” But you protest and sit up. “No, I mean. At first, it was weird, but thinking about it.” You pause for a hot minute. “I’m more than interested.” At the sound of your words, the two of them flinch and sit up as well. “Y/N?” Max says, with his voice even huskier than before. “Not that I never imagined it.” You turn your head towards him, and the two of you smile shyly. “Alrighty,” Lando says, catching your and Max’s attention. 

“Let#s do it.” He jumps off the sofa, excitedly touching his chest through his silk shirt. You and Max giggle, and get up as well, while Lando leads you back into his bedroom. The three of you are now standing in front of the bed, exchanging nervous looks. “How, do we, begin?” Max says shyly, and you have an idea. “Okay, I’m the girl, so I am leading this.” You say, taking a step towards the bed before you turn around and sit down. The boys stand there, looking at each other before they smirk playfully. “We’ll start with one after another, right?” Max says, pointing at Lando, who’s still stroking himself firmly. 

Nodding, you bite your lower lip. “Why don’t you put on a little show, to make me choose you.” You smile, running a hand through your long hair. Feeling the excitement creep up on you, your whole body shakes slightly. Lando takes a step forward and looks at Max. “Watch this.” He winks and starts moving his hips sensually, moving closer towards you. “Oh, Lando.” You smirk, as he proceeds to move his whole body rhythmically. Lando squats down, looking right into your eyes. 

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself, and reach for his chest, placing both of your hands right at his abs, feeling his muscles tense through his tight shirt. Then, however, he takes his short off, in one swift movement, and throws it into the corner of the room. gasping at the sight of his well-formed body, you cannot help yourself but run your fingers through the visible outlines of his muscles, making him flinch shortly. “That’s cold.” His body shudders, and you look down at his crotch, noticing a huge bulge forming inside his tight jeans. With one of his hands, he unbuttons his jeans, showing off his pretty bulge. 

His pants sink to his ankles, and he removes them entirely. Now, he stands in front of you, in his underwear, a huge smirk spreading across his face. “Show off,” Max growls from behind him, snapping you out of this moment. “That was so good.” You say, feeling an immense heat running through every fiber of your body. Lando winks again, and takes a few steps back, making some space for Max, who’s now walking towards you, already taking his hoodie off. “Shit.” You think again, having a nice long look at his firm chest. He stands in front of you and flexes his arms, his biceps bulging harshly. You don’t dare touch him at first, but he motions for you to do that, so you follow his lead. 

You wrap your hand barely around his massive arm, enjoying his skin feels, so soft, so fluffy, yet so rough. “Max, that’s hot.” Growling, you look at him, as he just smirks. “Wait for this.” He whispers, taking your hand by your wrist, leading it across his hairy chest, down his treasure trail to his shorts. Max guides your hand along with the outlines of his dick, just enough to send shivers down your spine. “Oh.” You gasp breathlessly, but before you can touch him, he takes a step back and stands right next to Lando, who’s casually feeling his own bulge through his boxers.

“So, who do you pick.?” He says, lifting his chin slightly, licking his lips sensually. “Oh, why not both?” You shrug, turn around and crawl onto the bed, until you sitting against the back of the bed, three huge pillows separating you from the cold wall. The boys stand there before both of them follow your lead. Lando is now on your left side, while Max is on your right. Lando swallows hard, when you turn your face towards him, leaning into him, kissing him passionately. At the same time, Max places kisses all over your neck, with his hands casually touching your breasts. You can feel hands all over your body, your chest, your thighs, your back, your arms, your shoulders, and your neck. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, you separate yourself from Lando and let out a long, low groan.

With a little help from the boys, you get undressed, starting with your shirt. The two of them work together, replacing all of your clothes with lovely, sensual kisses. You know who is who, since Max is the one with a scruffy beard, and every time he kisses you, the little, rough hair tickling your skin. Lando on the other hand is way rougher, his soft lips leave searing wounds behind, everywhere he places a single kiss. Without you realizing it at first, Max gets rid of your bra and drops it on the floor. Instantly, Lando starts kissing your tits, your nipples, and your chest, while Max’s hands run along your waist, further down your body, and just his fingertips slide into your shorts, stroking you teasingly.

“So good.” You moan, and regain your composure for a second, turning to Max, leaning in for a long, loving kiss. Feeling his hands slide deeper into your pants, you moan into his mouth, when Lando pinches your hard nipple. “I like that.” He growls, and you return the favor, by grabbing his hard cock through his underwear, making him whimper. “Fuuuuck.” He moans, his whole body tensing harshly. “I take him first, okayß” You turn back to Max, moaning into his mouth again. Unable to reply, he just nods and moans right afterward. Lando takes advantage of you, and gets on top of you, looking into your eyes once more. “You’ll enjoy this.” He smirks deviously, and bends down, placing, even more, kisses all over your body.

Starting at your neck, he makes his way further down your body, your breasts, your chest, your navel, and down to your waist. In one swift motion, he pulls your pants down and takes a closer look at your underwear. “Y/N. So beautiful.” Lando groans, and kisses your thighs, closer and closer to your crotch. Just then, Max demands some attention, as he moans loudly. You turn your head, breathing heavily, and watch him with both of his hands down his pants, already working on his dick. “Fuck, Max.” You groan and look back at Lando, who’s now carefully removing your panties. He bends down again, and licks your thighs, down to your clit, rubbing his dick against your feet.

“Oh, so good.” You grunt, unable to move any longer, you just lie there, as Lando enters your body with his tongue. It feels so good, he knows what he’s doing down there, and it feels like he knows exactly how you like it. Then, however, you can feel him leaving your body, before his cock slides into you, filling you completely. The two of you moan in unison, as he starts thrusting his hips against yours. Now, you can smell him, feel him, and taste him inside your mouth. He bends down, kissing you again, spreading his delicious, sweet taste all over your tongue. Lando thrusts again and again, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

“Maaax.” You moan and reach for him, and Lando slows down, knowing that you want Max to finish what he started. “You feel so good.” He moans into your mouth before he turns to Max. “Your turn, Maxy,” Lando smirks and slides out of you. He drops to your left side again, but there is no time to waste. before you know it, Max climbs on top of you and looks into your eyes. “Ready?” He whispers, and you nod. With a little push, he enters your body, and it feels completely different than before. He seems way more gently, softer than Lando. When he begins to rock his hips against yours, it feels easier, but your body is still exhausted.

Max steadily increases the pace, and intensity of his thrusts, and it doesn’t take long for you to reach your limit once more. This time, you can smell both of them, their scents mixed together, even more, intoxicating than before. All three of you moan, groan and scream in unison. You look at Lando, who’s jerking of to the sight of you and Max, and he’s the first to release himself, letting out a long, breathless moan. Shortly after, you can feel your whole body getting rigid, and you scream out in ecstasy, clenching your nails into the sheets. lastly, Max’s body shudders extremely, as he just manages to pull his cock out, before he cums as well. 

Now, you lie in between Max and Lando, all of you trying desperately to catch your breaths. “So intense.” You growl, your whole body aching, aching for more. “I know right.” Lando smiles and runs a hand through his messy curls. “But so good.” Max giggles, stroking himself, his chest, down to his throbbing dick. Lando does the same, while you just smile. “So good.”

[rebelwrites]

You Need To Rest

Clay Spenser x Reader

Warnings: mentions of being in hospital, the aftermath of a hemiplegic migraine

Thought it was about time I wrote one of these for my baby

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“Home sweet home,” you sighed in content as you kicked your air max off in the hallway.

“Right you straight on the sofa,” Clay said softly as he placed your bags on the bottom step of the stairs, “and I will make you a decent cult of coffee,”

“You are gonna make me rest aren’t you?” You asked as you flopped onto the sofa.

“Damn right I am baby, you need to let your body recover. I mean you have kept saying that you still feel dizzy so yes I’m gonna make you rest for the rest of the week,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“I will rest tonight that’s for sure but I will feel fine tomorrow,” you said, folding your arms across your chest, “I’ve been resting in the hospital,”

“Monday doesn’t count Princess, you were sleeping pretty much all day, and plus you keep saying your back still hurts so my rules are final,” he said poking his head around the kitchen door, “so you just make yourself comfortable and just think about what you want takeaway you want for dinner.”

“Fine,” you huffed, leaning back onto the sofa, pulling your feel underneath your thighs. It was nice to finally be home surrounded by your own comforts and not the hospital.

Clay couldn’t help but smile as he made the coffee, the last couple of days he had felt so lost with you being in the hospital and it sucked that he could only see you for an hour a day. But he was so glad that you were home and now he couldn’t wait to get in his arms.

“Oh I also brought you a new colouring book and some new pens,” Clay smiled, passing you a mug of coffee “thought it would be something that would help you relax and I know you love colouring.”

“You are too good for me,” you smiled, sipping the coffee slowly letting your eyes close as the taste of the coffee took over your tastebuds. “This is good shit, so much better that what they served me in hospital,”

“Come on budge up,” Clay whispered, as he kicked off his trainers, placing his mug on the coffee table, “I want cuddles with my Princess, I’ve been lacking my cuddles the last couple of days,”

Placing your coffee on the coffee table, you crawled over to Clay, nuzzling your head under his arm wrapping your arm around his waist. You were in desperate need for a shower but that could wait, right now all you wanted was to cuddle up with your boyfriend.

“I’m so glad to be home,” you mumbled, resting your head on his chest.

“I warned them about the lumber puncher,” Clay whispered, “I know you are petrified of them, I wish I was there with you,”

“They woke me up I was still half dazed when then did it,” you whimpered, as Clay slowly ran his fingers over the injection site on the small of your back. “It’s gonna be sore for the next couple of days though,”

“Which is why you need to rest baby,” Clay hummed, “I want you back up to full strength, and I know your brain will still be a bit scrambled for a while but Blackburn has given me some personal time so I can make sure you rest up,”

A couple of hours had passed and Clay had just taken the pizza boxes into the kitchen, and you couldn’t help but watch his ass as he walked into the kitchen in just a pair of boxers.

“Do you want your heat pad for your back, see if that helps with the pain?” Clay asked, scratching the side of his face as he reached to the top of the fridge to grab the heat pad.

“Please,” you shouted from the sofa.

“How are you feeling?” Clay asked a few minutes later when he came to the sofa.

“I still feel fuzzy as fuck to be honest, and still slightly dazed,” you whispered, it had been so long since your last attach but this one was the worst one so far, wiping out a day and a half of your memory. “But I will be like this for the rest of the week, migraine hangovers suck major dick,”

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[anime-alyssa]

genshin boys valentine’s headcanons!

figured i’d be at least a little festive. these are kind of long so sorry sdkfsdfsd gonna put a read more. implied spice but not graphic - and i’m pretty sure i for once in my life kept it gender neutral so go me

these were kind of hard to do since i dont do hc’s really, i make fics and yall can for sure tell where i started to struggle skfsdfsd

they are also on ao3 so do not be alarmed 

Diluc:

He’d be acting like he didn’t give a shit about valentine’s day but this mf is a softie

Thinking he didn’t care, you’d offer to just stay in for the day or something

Honestly as long as it was just the two of you, you don’t really care

“What? No, we’re going out to dinner. I already planned it.” 

You were really surprised, since he hadn’t voiced an opinion on the holiday before

To him this year was different - you were married, so he assumes it should be a bigger deal

You dressed up in your favorite outfit and met him at Angel’s Share later that day and  you swear you saw his jaw drop to the floor 

He regained his composure before he could tease you about it, taking you to dinner as promised

He held your hand from across the table and listened to you ramble about whatever

You’d try to ask him things, but he’d shake you off, not wanting to talk about himself

Nothing was out of the ordinary, just a normal dinner

Until the walk home, when he pulled out a present for you

“I had this made for you.” 

A necklace made out of a Crystal core, melted into the Pyro symbol like his vision

You started to get weepy as he put it on, pressing a kiss to your temple and wrapping his arms around your middle to embrace you

You turned back around to kiss him on the lips

After that he couldn’t get you home fast enough

You thanked the archons that everyone else at the WInery was home for the night

Namely because he fucked you right against the door once you got him 

And on the reception desk

….. And the table

Kaeya:

Listen, this man dotes on you 

We all know Kaeya is the romantic type to the max so this is his day

He wakes you up by kissing up your body and making you orgasm

After that, he has to go in and work for a little bit 

You don’t really mind, he gave you a bag of Mora and told you to buy something nice because he’s taking you to Liyue for a few days

He plans on celebrating for days, apparently

“We have a lot to celebrate, don’t we? It’s been quite a year.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong about that

When you get to Liyue, immediately your taken out to dinner and told to order anything you wanted 

You almost feel bad when you glance at the bill, saying it's not fair he did everything when it was supposed to be for both of you.

Later on that night, you and Kaeya walked around Liyue harbor together

“You didn’t have to do all this for me - really.”

He looked at you like you were crazy and smirked 

“But I did.”

Imagine the look on your face when he got down on one knee

After you stopped crying, you somehow managed a yes

Once you get back to where you were staying, he was on you

Except now it’s time for you to show him how you feel

He doesn’t complain when you do

The reminder of your days in Liyue are spent in a similar fashion: eating and fucking

Childe:

He has it planned down to the second

When you woke up he was gone, making you upset

But when you walked out of the bedroom and saw the dozens of roses, all was forgiven

He left you a note, saying he’d be back shortly but to get ready to go out.

Once he was home, he found you and immediately embraced you

He was always one to shower you in compliments to begin with but today he was extra complimenting on everything about you

He planned the entire day around your favorite things to do, from going to the tea shop and to the bookstore

You tried to fit in something he liked to do, but he fought you

“I’m happy seeing you happy, you know that!” 

God damn it, he made your heart melt 

You got home that night and he cooked for you

And it was actually really, really good

He got you a few presents too, of course

Custom made jewelry, of course 

You fell asleep on him that night, with his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest

You had been cuddling for what felt like hours, exchanging loving kisses between conversation

You didn’t miss how he said he couldn’t wait till next year

Xiao:

Thinks that it’s incredibly dumb 

“It’s a waste of time” he says

You get visibly sad, thinking now that you’re not gonna do anything for the whole day

You were gonna make him his favorite and everything, as a surprise

Now you’re just sad 

Oh fuck oh fuck why are you upset red alert Xiao - 

He asks Zhongli for advice, which isn’t any fucking good cause he tells him to show you how much he loves you 

How the fuck does he do that?

He doesn’t know

He settles for trying to comfort you in his own way, cuddling with you and apologizing for being an ass

You accept, and offer to make Almond Tofu for the two of you, but he says he’ll make it instead

It isn’t very good, but the thought is what matters

He tried and that was enough for you

After dinner he gets very touchy

That damn Harbinger was with Zhongli, he mentioned this is also something women like

He wasn’t too keen to believe him, but the way you moaned just now made his dick twitch

The rest of the night he shows you just how much he really loves you

Albedo:

You didn’t think he knew that Valentine’s Day existed, honestly 

Imagine your surprise when he woke you up with flowers, and saying he took the day off

…. But that you needed to go out for work first

You didn’t argue, he hardly ever took time off, so you’d go with him to get his supplies

Even if that meant you’d fucking freeze in Dragonspire

Once you got to his workstation in the mountain, he suggested a way to warm you up

Your heart skipped a beat, until he pulled out a warming potion

“What’s wrong? Drink it and you can be warm again.”

You drank it, and then explained what you had thought he meant

He laughed in your face, of course

“Don’t worry, that will come… after dinner.” 

Now you were fidgeting with anticipation the rest of the damn night 

(that was also something that didn’t happen to often, damn workaholic)

He started to notice at Angel’s Share, but you blamed it on the Dandelion Wine

He saw right through you, but of course made it up later that night

Right before you were about to go to sleep, you felt him slip something on your finger

It was a ring - obviously handmade. It glowed a pretty yellow color, much like his vision

“Happy Valentine’s, my love.” 

Zhongli:

He doesn’t quite understand what the big deal is 

“Why is there a day dedicated to love? I say it everyday, right?”

He thinks it's just a consumer-made holiday

Which it is, obviously

But god damn it you just want your boyfriend to treat you to fucking dinner

Even if it’s just Grilled Tiger Fish, that would suffice considering the former Archon never remembers his damn Mora 

You thought you had died when he walked you into the finest restaurant in Liyue

You refused to order until you had proof he had Mora on him

He agreed with a laugh and showed you that he had plenty 

He had arranged the table himself, apparently, moving both chairs next to each other

This was so he could hold you throughout the evening, make sure you were okay 

And whisper raunchy things into your ear while you tried to watch the entertainment like everyone else 

For someone who didn’t understand the hype he was feeding into it quite a bit 

He may be ancient, but he still had game 

By the time you were done, your thighs were red from you rubbing them together

You tried to make it into the bedroom, but he was quicker than you were 

He called the rest of the night getting his Mora’s worth 

Scaramouche:

“You’re kidding me? You care about that?”

You should have known that would be the reaction, honestly

After begging hard enough, he agrees to dinner

You claim he gave in, he claims he was going to do it anyway

(he gave in)

He spent almost the whole time irritated that everyone was lovey-dovey

“Scara, that’s how it is today. We look like the odd ones out.”

He couldn’t have any of that, so he moved his chair next to yours and ate with one arm around your shoulder the rest of the time 

You dragged him around to do things that you saw other couples doing

You know, like holding hands and going for walks, eating some street food

Couple things

He was quiet for most of the night, humoring you

You saw a nice necklace that you wanted while you were walking, but was offput by the price

They wanted how much Mora for that?!

You were eating a snack when Scaramouche walked away, saying he’d be back 

A few minutes later, he clasped the necklace around your neck

“I don’t want to hear it. Isn’t that the whole point of the holiday? Buying shit for your partner?” 

You tried to tell him it wasn’t just that, but he shut you up with some kisses

When you got home, he shut you up with more than just kisses

“This is what I was looking forward to today.”

[psychdelia]

billy woke up sweaty and sore with his head pounding. steve threw a graduation party for the seniors last night and, naturally, the popular juniors crashed it.

billy was the most excited out of the bunch, more than ready to see casa de harrington and what it had to offer. he expected the pool, expensive alcohol, smell of weed wafting from the basement.

what he didn’t expect was getting his own personal tour of steve’s room. not that he remembers much considering how this tour came about.

the details are a little iffy, some black spots here and there. billy remembers smoking with harrington and some other peers on the basement couch, beer in one hand, shitty indiana joint in the other. he waited until everyone left to pull out a bag of weed from california he’d been stashing, figured this was the best way to offer an apology since he never actually did apologize for their fight.

“now that that’s over with,” billy motioned towards the basement door once it closed. “wanna try the good shit?” he grinned as he presented the bag.

“holy shit. is it from cali?” steve asked, reaching for the bag. billy quickly pulled it out of his reach.

“of course it’s from cali, dumbass. you really think i’m gonna call your trash bud good?” he rolled his eyes. “but,” he licked his lips. “we’re square after this. no more hating me and i’ll leave you the hell alone. deal or no deal, amigo?”

steve seemed to contemplate, biting his bottom lip and eyeing between billy and the bag.

“you won’t be a dick to me or the shitheads?” steve raised an eyebrow.

“well, i can’t guarantee that.” billy chuckled. “but i won’t target any of you. plus, i already apologized to sinclair and left those brats alone. after max drugged me with whatever the fuck and nearly castrated me, of course. but i still did.” he shrugged.

billy would never admit he told max he wanted to apologize to lucas. would never admit the guilt was eating away at him until he apologized. to his surprise, lucas accepted the apology as long as billy carts him and max around to their stupid little dates. it’s pretty cute, seeing how in love he is with his dork sister. he’ll never admit that either.

“fuck, fine. deal. now hand it over, hargrove. always such a hoarder.” he rolled his eyes, snatching the bag away.

“it’s not my fault the rest of the team doesn’t know how to play ball, asshole.” billy huffed, watching steve grind and roll the flower up. “first hit’s yours.”

passing the joint around silently progressed to smoking with small talk, to them actually having a good discussion just talking about life. they were pretty gone as they talked about their parents. steve talked about traveling along the east coast with family, billy talked about california and mentioned his mom a couple times.

things took a turn when billy thoughtlessly mentioned how he used to shotgun the smoke with some friends back home and steve perked up.

“let’s do it.” steve suggested.

“what?”

“shotgun the smoke. i’ve never done it. cmon,” he sat up, patting billy’s knee. “we’ll do it to each other. you go first.” he leaned in very close to billy, leaving just enough distance between their faces. the party upstairs seemed to have quieted down.

they’d gone back and forth a few times, getting closer each time. billy was about to exhale when he caught steve’s bloodshot eyes drift down from his face and linger on his lips for longer than heterosexually normal. steve looked back up and his cheeks turned pink when he realized he’d been caught, but he didn’t seem to care.

steve really didn’t seem to care when he leaned forward and crashed his lips onto billy’s, forcing him to exhale the smoke into the other’s mouth. billy let out a soft moan when steve licked into his mouth. he hadn’t realized he ended up on steve’s lap until big hands were grabbing his ass and thighs, squeezing handfuls.

they didn’t realize the party was over and the house was empty until steve was dragging billy up the basement stairs. he groaned when billy started to kiss down his neck, blindly reaching behind him to turn the music off. by the time they got to steve’s room, they were half naked, clothes discarded along the stairs.

billy remembers getting on all fours on steve’s bed but immediately got flipped onto his back because i wanna see you, baby. he remembers wrapping his thighs around steve’s face when he licked him open, moaning when steve opened him up with deft fingers and harsh strokes to his prostate. he remembers getting fucked in the same position with steve kissing and licking and sucking and biting down his throat and chest. he remembers getting on top and pinning steve down, marking his neck up the same way he did billy.

he remembers waking up around 4am to steve spooning him. he was hard again and rutting against billy, letting out soft little moans before they fucked again in that same position, steve holding billy’s legs up and open, fingers digging into his thigh, his free hand messily jerking billy off.

now, it’s 11am and all the memories of last night came flooding back to him. his eyes are wide as he turns in steve’s arms, wincing at the soreness and stickiness in his thighs. his eyes go soft when he finds steve sleeping peacefully. his arms are still wrapped tight around billy and there are hickeys littering his neck and collarbones but he looks fucking angelic.

“steve.” billy shakes him a little. “steve.” he repeats, louder.

steve just groans and pulls billy close, tucking the blonde’s head beneath his chin and kissing his head.

“five more minutes, baby.” he murmurs tiredly into billy’s hair.

“steve.” billy sighs into his neck, feels the way steve shudders.

“what?” steve huffs. “wanna go again?” he grinds against billy, earning a moan out of both of them when their dicks rub.

“no. yeah. fuck, no. not now. wake the fuck up harrington.” billy groans, failing to escape his embrace. “fucking clinger.” he huffs.

“you literally clung to me like a koala when i was fucking you but i’m the clinger? asshole.” steve chuckled.

“have you seen your dick?” billy pinched his side. “it’s the size of my fuckin’ face, harrington. there was a lot going on.”

“oh shut the fuck up. you hungry?” steve murmured, pressing sleepy kisses to billy’s neck.

“you made me ride you for, like, an hour. i’m starving.”

“it was like 10 minutes billy. you’re so dramatic.” steve rolled his eyes as he stood up, dragging billy up with him.

“and you’re insatiable.” billy winced as the cold air hit him, cooling him off after being plastered to steve all night.

“come here.” steve murmured, grabbing billy’s hand and dragging him to the bathroom.

billy followed blindly, ignoring the heat in his cheeks at the way steve held his hand. his blush only deepened when steve grabbed a baby wipe and began to clean billy up, starting at the cum on his belly and moving down. he gave billy an odd look in which billy returned a frown, not understanding until steve gently wiped at his crack and hole, jumping at the sudden cold sensation.

he immediately told himself he wouldn’t catch feelings for this asshole, no matter how sweet or cute or hot or amazing in bed he was. but that thought was thrown out the second they got to the kitchen and billy was bent over the counter, steve draped over his body as he fucked him quick and deep, kissing down his neck and jerking him off.

billy especially didn’t fall in love when steve made him both blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes and fresh expensive italian coffee. he cringed at the way steve drank it black as he loaded it with cream and sugar, flipping a grimacing steve off as he took a sip.

“you want some more coffee with your cream and sugar? or some more pancakes with your syrup?” steve mocked with a fond smile as billy drowned his pancakes and sat half naked, only in a pair of steve’s shorts.

“fuck off.” billy muttered.

“mm, yeah, no. don’t think i will. you can’t get rid of me now, pretty boy. you’re stuck with me.” steve smirked. he leaned over and brushed stray blonde curls behind billy’s ear, watching the blush rise high on his cheeks.

[yikesharringrove]

Me and my thots

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-

Billy didn’t black out when the first limb clamped onto his side.

He figured he would.

Figured the searing pain would cause his brain to short.

But it didn’t.

He didn’t even drop when the next one hit, chomping into his other side.

He figures the adrenaline was keeping him going.

And probably the other-worldly strength from whatever bits of the creature was left in him.

All he knows is that the final one pierced his chest.

And he didn’t lose consciousness.

Not as he fell.

Not as Max hovered over him.

Not as he heard shouts, and felt hands pressing into his wounds.

He woke with a start.

He shook the dream out of his head, rolling to press both fists into his eyes.

He slid out from under the thick duvet, pulling it up and over the sleeping form of the person next to him.

Like he did every morning.

He scratched his chest, making his way over to their sunny little kitchen, getting the coffee going.

It’s been a while since he’s dreamed about the Mind Flayer.

In his thirty years since that night at the mall, he’s gotten enough therapy to break most of it down, to accept what happened to him, what he was forced without question to do.

He startled as arms slipped around his waist.

“You okay?”

Steve’s voice was sleep groggy, his chin hooked over Billy’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Pretty Boy. I’m alright.”

Steve placed his hand over the faded scar on Billy’s chest, kissing his shoulder blade once.

Billy turned to look at him, taking in the sparse grey hairs Steve liked to complain about, the soft lines near his eyes.

Billy sucked in a gasp of air when he woke, spluttering as his lungs burned.

He was in the hospital, his heart monitor going haywire.

Nurses flooded the room, but Billy paid them no mind, his eyes locking on the big brown ones.

Steve had pushed himself against the wall, giving the nurses room to check him over.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been since the mall, just knows hat Steve’s face looks hurt, old bruises turning yellow and green as they healed.

He was stabilized, and he felt more steady. His breathing still hurt, but he was doing it on his own.

The few nurses made their way out once again.

“Jesus, Hargrove. Scared me half to death.” Steve didn’t sound scared. He sounded relieved. “I was almost asleep and then you took this giant breath, Christ.”

Steve’s hands were shaking as he lowered himself into a plastic chair facing Billy’s bed.

“Sorry.”

Billy’s voice was hoarse, and it hurt to talk.

“How long-?”

“A few weeks.” Then Steve’s face got hurt that same night.

It was odd looking at him.

He looked so young, not the face dream Billy was used to, the face of a grown man.

“Hargrove, you okay?”

And echo of that dream.

And boy did that hurt, the realization that it was a dream.

His idyllic life with Steve.

Nothing but his subconscious. Probably creating something to keep him calm while his body healed in a coma.

“Why you here?” Speaking still burned his throat. He wished he had some water.

Maybe even tea.

Steve usually makes him a nice chamomile tea when he’s sick. Puts some fresh lemon juice and honey in there. They have a lemon tea in the backyard.

He shook himself.

That was just a dream.

“Been worried about you, man.” Steve wasn’t looking at him.

Steve has trouble with eye contact.

Years spent with a father that forced it only to berate Steve for-

What the fuck. His daydream kept bleeding over, giving him all this nonsense about the dream version of Steve he had conjured up.

“Don’t know why.”

Steve looked at him then.

“Really pulled some shit, didn’t I?”

“That doesn’t mean you, you deserve to die, or something. You weren’t in control.”

“Was that night I beat your face in.”

Steve looked away again.

“Water under the bridge.”

Steve once told him he doesn’t know what that expression means, just that he’s heard people use it in situations like this.

“You don’t even know what that means.” Billy couldn’t stop himself.

He just blurted it out.

And Steve gave him a funny look.

Because of course he does. Because this Steve, this real Steve is different than the coma fantasy one Billy conjured up.

“Well, no. But people usually say it like that, don’t they?”

And Billy just stared at him.

And then his vision went hazy around the edges, and he slipped back into darkness.

“Which one?”

Steve was holding up two pairs of swim trunks. Billy was just staring at his ass.

“You know I like those little green ones.”

Steve threw him a look over his shoulder.

“I don’t think the green ones even fit anymore.”

Steve sometimes got self conscious about himself. His thighs had thickened up considerably, his ass getting plumper too. And his belly was soft, doughy, and perfect for squishing.

But the green shorts fit, even though they were tight.

And Billy loved his older body, loved when Steve put on some extra fluff. A chubby Steve meant a happy Steve. And Billy would know.

You learn a lot about a person in thirty-some years.

Steve was dressed now, shouldering a bag.

“Beach time?” His eyes were bright.

“Beach time.”

They held hands as they walked.

The air smelled like ocean spray.

The beach was close to their little house, and they found their usual spot right away, far from any other beach patrons.

“Hargrove!”

Billy came to with a start, back in the cold hospital room, back with a younger Steve.

What the fuck was going on?

“Sorry, you kinda passed out. I thought you were slipping back under, or something.”

Steve looked sheepish.

“It’s fine.”

It wasn’t. Not totally.

Because Billy wanted to live in that fucking daydream for the rest of his goddamn life.

“Sorry, I should let you sleep. I mean you’re probably exhausted.” Steve stood up, gathering the few things he had with him, a water bottle, and empty coffee cup, and a book. An old worn out copy of The Outsiders.

That’s dream Steve’s favorite book. He reads it once every year. He said it was the first book he ever read in class that actually gripped him. The only one he actually took the time to push through his rampant dyslexia to read and understand.

He won’t be diagnosed dyslexic until he’s 23. He’ll feel really vindicated and Billy will take him out for a fancy dinner. They’ll go skinny dipping in the ocean after and Steve will whine the whole time.

Billy hadn’t realized he had been staring at Steve the whole time that all ran through his brain, not until Steve snapped his fingers in front of him.

“Billy!”

“Yeah, what? Sorry.”

“Are you okay? Should I get a nurse?”

“No, I just-” he tried to scrub a hand down his face, found his muscles screamed out at the movement of his muscles after who knows how long in that bed.

It didn’t matter anyway, as his hands were wrapped up in a mitten of bandages.

“Was havin’ a good dream.”

“What was it about?”

Billy couldn’t look at Steve. Couldn’t look at those big brown eyes, couldn’t search for the specks of gold, the streaks of green that he knows are there.

“Future. Dream future, I guess.”

“Do you-” Steve hesitated, and Billy finally looked at him, watched as he reached up to tug on a lock of hair near the crown of his head. A nervous tick he’s had since he was a kid. “Do you wanna share?”

“California. Little house by the beach. Slice of Heaven, really.”

“A wife?”

“Been married for a few years.”

“She pretty?”

“The prettiest.”

Steve smiled at him softly.

“Sorry you had to wake up to me, then.”

And that? That made Billy wanna tear out his own damn hair. Made him wanna pull Steve to lay on top of him the way they both like, pet through Steve’s hair, tell him how goddamn perfect you are, Sugar.

“It’s okay. Prefer your company.”

“I guess I’m alright if the alternative is being alone.”

“Cut that out.”

Steve blinked at him.

“We’ve been talking like, five minutes and all you’ve done is apologize and talk shit on yourself.”

“Sorry, I- it’s just a habit, I guess.” He was back to playing with his hair. Being a little rougher, tugging on the lock between his fingers a bit. Billy sighed as well as he could with his burning lungs.

“Just, I like it that you’re here, okay? I’d tell you to beat it if I wanted you gone.”

And Steve smiled at him.

One of his six real smiles, not one of the eleven fake ones.

Billy can tell.

Because the real ones make his nose scrunch a bit. They make his eyes go bright and his shoulders bunch up.

And he must’ve fallen back into that dream again, because suddenly he was looking at his Steve, his grown up Steve, giving him that exact same real smile as Billy ran wet fingers over his skin.

And he pulled Steve close to him in the shower, mouthing at the skin of his neck.

And if this was a dream, he was going to burn all of this into his memory.

The way Steve’s skin tastes, the way he gasps when Billy nibbles at his ear. The way Billy feels buried deep inside him, in the soft bed that they share, the one that took months to buy because Steve is weirdly picky about bedframes for no discernible reason.

And just as he was watching Steve’s face crumple, as he was trying to memorize the exact noises he makes as he cums, he was jolted out of his dream by the real Steve, fucking sneezing.

“Sorry.” He looked distressed. “You were like, really asleep and I, I tried to hold it back.”

“’S okay. Know you got that dust thing.”

Billy was drowsy. He felt like he was inches underwater, everything moving slowly around him. Almost like the world was a little muffled.

Turns out his last dose of pain meds had been administered while he was out.

“Wait, what dust thing?”

“Got that. You know. You’re allergic to dust. And peanuts. And cashews. And-the green ones.”

“Pistachios?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you know that?”

“You told me. Nearly fuckin’ killed you first time we really made out. I had just eaten a PB and J. Sent you into anaphylaxis.”

Billy felt himself drifting, that perfect dreamland tugging him back.

And then there was a cold hand on his arm, shaking him gently.

“Billy, Billy don’t fall asleep. You gotta, Billy what the fuck? We haven’t made out. We, how do you know what I’m allergic to?”

But Billy was swallowed up by sleep once again.

He was laying next to Steve, stretched out on their bed, Steve’s head resting on his shoulder.

“Today was nice. Haven’t had a day like that in such a long time.”

“We should do it more often, then. Call outta work and hang out at the beach all day.”

Steve rolled a bit to glare playfully at Billy.

“Some of us don’t have the luxury of setting our own hours, Mr. Boss Man.”

“Billy!”

And he was back, back to staring at the pale nervous face of Young Steve.

“Billy, you’re scaring me.”

Sunlight was beginning to haze through the meager window at the end of the hospital room. Billy hadn’t had any idea of time since he got here.

Steve looked like shit, like he hadn’t slept all night.

“Billy, I don’t know if you remember, everything you said before you fell asleep but-”

“I remember.”

Steve furrowed his brows.

“How do you know that? About, about my allergies. And yesterday, you said, you said I didn’t know what water under the bridge meant. And you said, that we m-made out.”

Billy sighed again, his lungs protesting the effort.

“My dream. The future. You’re the person. My person. And now it’s like, whatever Dream Billy knows about Dream Steve I know. And I figured I just, like, made all that shit up.”

Steve was studying his face.

“Okay, then let’s see if you’ve just had some lucky guesses. Tell me what else you know, and maybe it’s all wrong.”

And Billy didn’t really like the way Steve looked like he hoped is was all wrong. Like he didn’t wanna be tied to Billy in this way.

Billy narrowed his eyes.

“When you were fourteen you watched A Streetcar Named Desire with your mom and you credit Marlon Brando as your queer awakening.”

Steve’s eyes went wide, his mouth trembling.

“Your dad has smacked you once in your life, and it’s when you got the rejection letter from Indiana State. You hid the letter from him because you knew he’d be mad, but he found it and hit you and didn’t talk to you for nearly a month.”

Steve’s eyes were shining now.

“Your mom used to always talk about how much she wished you guys could have a better garden, but because it gets so cold here, she can’t grow anything. The house we have in the daydream has like, a huge fucking garden in it, by the way. I hate gardening but you love it.”

Steve stood abruptly, pacing the length of the room in front of Billy’s bed. Billy just kept going.

It was like everything was ready to burst out of him. To prove that he knows Steve, that he loves Steve. Even if this Steve is somehow different to Dream Steve.

“You go fucking batshit over corn on the cob, just with a little butter and salt on there. That’s somehow your favorite food. Because you’re the most Midwesterner to ever Midwestern, I guess. Your second favorite food is your grandmother’s lasagna. You keep trying to recreate her recipe and no matter how much I tell you it’s fucking delicious, you always get this little pout going and explain to me about how it’s not quite right. You only started smoking because-”

“That’s, I think that’s enough.”

Steve looked like a strong gust of wind would knock him right over.

“It true.?”

“It’s, it’s all true. In, in detail. I mean the, the letter, and my dad. I swore I was never gonna tell anyone about that.”

“It took you a few years. We were talking about my dad. How he treated me, and you admitted that. How sometimes you think about that one time and it makes you sad because that was my everyday-” Billy cut himself off.

Because fuck.

He forgot that Steve knows jack fucking all about Billy.

Which means Steve was currently giving him that look, that wide-eyed, nostrils flared, mouth tight look that he always did when he was angry on Billy’s behalf.

It was kinda hot.

“Excuse me?”

“Forgot my apparent psychic abilities were limited to just me knowing about you.”

“Billy, did your dad hit you?”

And Billy kinda saw no point in lying anymore.

“All the damn time.”

And Steve was back to pacing.

“Fuck. Fuck. That honestly, wow that explains a lot. I mean, yeah. I get it now. I get it.”

Billy let him mutter to himself.

Steve always does better thinking out loud.

“You know, I was actually fucking nervous to tell you, but now I don’t care. Your dad was one of the flayed.”

“Yeah, I know. Only person I never felt guilty about.”

“You’re handling this, like, scary well.”

“Technically, I’ve had thirty years of therapy. All this has been processed already.”

“Wait, your little dream is thirty years in the future?”

“About.”

“So we’re, like, fifty?”

“About.”

“How do I look?”

Billy barked a laugh, regretting it almost immediately as his whole body screamed in protest. He wheezed a few times before he felt like he could speak again.

“I think you’re hot, but you don’t handle aging well.”

“Oh, God. What’s the damage?”

“Not telling. You’re just gonna spend the next thirty years stressing more than you already would. But lemme tell you, first time you found a grey hair? That was the funniest day of my damn life. It was like being in a soap opera. You found it and then called our lawyer to begin drawing up a will. And you kept saying how you probably only have a few god years left in you. It was hilarious.”

“Glad to know you laugh at my pain.”

“It’s one grey hair. Plus you maintain good health, don’t worry. You’ve got plenty of time to whine over grey hairs.”

“At least I don’t go bald.”

“Nah. Full head of natural hair. Not even receding.”

Steve brushed a hand through his hair, dropping heavily back into the seat next to Billy’s bed.

“Man, this is too trippy. Like, from my end, we’re not even close, you know? But to you, we’ve been together for decades. That’s fucking wild.”

“Imagine how I feel. Am I some kind of psychic now, or is this all just fucking delusion?”

“I mean, you know too much shit about me for everything to be, like, a figment of your imagination. But what happens now? Like, if we don’t live out the future just like your daydream, is the world gonna fall apart? Or is that an alternate dimension? Like, if the Upside Down exists, there’s gotta be other worlds too. Is that one of them and maybe because you were infected by the Mind Flayer you have like, a link between both worlds?” Steve’s brows were furrowed, his eyes darting all over the ceiling as he thought out loud. “And, I mean, I’m confused. I don’t know what my feelings towards you are. Like, don’t get me wrong, there’s been interest since you showed up. But now you’re telling me in some reality, we’ve been together for thirty years, and obviously you know all this deep shit about me, so do we date? When you know me like the back of your hand and I barely know you at all? And are you technically fifty years old? Since you lived out that other life?”

Billy’s head was starting to hurt, and he felt tired again.

“Sugar, you think we could table this?”

Steve’s cheeks went red as his jaw clacked shut.

“Is that what you call me? Sugar?”

“Call you a lot ‘a stuff.”

“Uh, like, like what?”

“Sugar, Pretty Boy, Stevie, Baby, Sweet Thing, Honey. Mac n’ Steve comes to mind.” Steve smiled softly at the last one, his cheeks still warm. “Princess.” Steve opened his mouth, his brows furrowing, the blush spreading down his neck. “No sense in denying how much you like them. Those are tried and true. Thirty years of calling you all that. Plus a few others. But, you know. Those are mostly reserved for the bedroom.”

Steve’s eyes went huge again.

“Fuck. You probably know what I kinks I have better than I do.”

“Oh, we’ve done some exploring in our time.”

Steve bent forward to bury his face in his hands with an Oh, God.

“I don’t think I wanna know.”

“Trust me when I say, you enjoy most of it.”

“Oh, most. That’s great.”

“There’s some trial and error. But we’re good at laughing stuff off, you and me.”

And then Steve’s eyes went wide, and he sat up straight in his chair.

“Wait, you said. When I first asked about the dream, you said, you said married. We got-I mean, we can get married?”

“Yeah. And we like, make out in public and shit. Hold hands everywhere. We’re big saps.”

Steve took a shaky breath.

“So things get, they get better? For people like us?”

“Yeah, they do,” Billy kept his voice soft, felt like sharing this thread of hope should be kept intimate, quiet. And Steve’s face split into a wide grin.

“God, I can’t fucking wait. Just to be, not to be scared all the time. Of everyone finding out this big fucking secret. It just, is.” Steve huffed a laugh. “Can’t believe it. Two guys getting married. Was our wedding nice?”

“We had two. One in the courthouse, one with everybody.”

“Wow. I just can’t believe it-wait, who;s everybody?”

“Your gang of weirdos. Here.”

And Steve lips parted, and he made that cute little face he always does before he cries.

“They all come? Dustin and the Byers and everyone?”

“Robin officiates. Dustin cries really fuckin’ loudly.”

“And they’re all, they’re all fine with it?”

“Yep.”

“God. It’s all, you think it’s too good to be true?”

“Everything I know about you was right. Don’t see a reason why everything else would be wrong.”

“Then, where do we go from here? Like, do we try to follow your memories? Or, forge our own path? Will the fact that we know about this future automatically change it?”

Billy’s heart was doing something funny as Steve wondered aloud to himself about all this.

The fact that he was all in, dead set on having this happy future with Billy, when he didn’t even know Billy.

“Are you sure about this? If we do this? Or some form of it. I mean, I know fucking everything about you. And you don’t know me at all.”

“I know you well enough to see the good in you. I know you well enough to see that under all your big scary toughness you’re caring. And you’re kind. Although you’d probably rather be dead than admit it. And besides. If, in another reality, or in the future, or whatever, I pick you to spend my life with, obviously that means there’s something in you that makes me love you.”

Billy gawked at him.

His face was hot, no doubt bright fucking red.

Because, holy shit was that a lot.

And even Billy, used to Steve’s passionate little tangents after thirty dream-years worth, was taken aback by how quickly Steve was ready to jump into this.

And all of a sudden, Billy wanted nothing more than to reach out to Steve, to pull him close and kiss him until he couldn’t fucking breathe.

“Harrington, I’m gonna need you to come kiss me right the fuck now.”

And Steve smiled, his most sunshiney happy smile, and the chair legs scraped along the tiled floor as he got up, sitting carefully on the edge of Billy’s bed.

He leaned over him, cupping Billy’s cheek in his hand, and pressing the softest of sugar kisses to his lips.

Billy let his eyes flutter closed, and he put one hand bandaged on Steve’s lap, wanting to grasp at him, to pull him even closer.

But Steve wrapped his other hand as gently as possible around the thick bandages, pulling away slowly, studying Billy’s face.

“I never asked. Is this always how our first kiss went?”

And Billy tried to search his memory, tried to find the sweet first kiss.”

“I-I don’t remember.”

Steve sat back.

“What?”

“Our first kiss, from the memories. I don’t remember. It’s like, when I think of our first kiss, all I can think of is that one just now. The other one is gone.”

An ache settled in Billy’s chest at the prospect, at losing a perfect memory with Steve. Losing their first kiss.

“So, when we do something, it like, replaces the old memory?”

“I guess.”

“So, we can build new ones then. And like, you won’t have to go through your whole life twice. We can start closer to square one. Memories that’ll be ours, and not ones that I don’t know.”

And that’s true.

For the pain of every memory gone is a brand new one, one that Steve would remember and be a part of too.

“Then I’m not telling you anymore. If we’re gonna build the memories together, we can’t be working off of some, some blueprint. Things need to be ours.”

“Agreed. We’ll make it up as we go.” Steve hadn’t stopped smiling at Billy.

“Is it weird I’m gonna kinda miss seeing you all old? You’re a silver fucking fox.”

“Yes, Bill. That’s fucking weird.” Steve took his hand and pressed a kiss on his bandages, right over where his palm will be. “Just means you’ll have to watch me go through it all again, though.”

“God, that’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Yeah? That get you going? The thought of me aging?”

“Nah, Pretty Boy. The thought of us aging together.”

“Wow. When you said we’re saps, you really meant it.”

Billy rolled his eyes, sighing as deeply as he could.

“Can it, Harrington. Or I’ll call the nurse and have you escorted out by security.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t. You’d miss me too much.” Steve pressed another kiss to his bandaged hand before sliding off the hospital bed, sitting back in this chair, scooting it as close as possible to the bed. He rested his elbows on the edge of Billy’s bed, and set his chin in his hands. “So, California, huh? When do we head out there?”

“Remember, like, twenty seconds ago when I said I wasn’t gonna say any more?”

Steve pushed his bottom lip out, making his eyes go big as he pouted at Billy.

“That doesn’t work on me anymore, Baby.” That was absolutely a lie. It worked on Billy nearly every time. But what’s he gonna do, reveal his weakness to Steve? Absolutely fucking not.

“C’mon, Bill. Just like, the year.”

“Nope. Not saying a damn thing.”

“Please?” Steve pouted some more.

“So odd to hear you begging outside of the bedroom.” Billy grinned with his tongue between his teeth as Steve dropped his little pouty face, his cheeks going red. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Steve rolled his eyes. Sailing right past pleading and into petulant.

“Fine. I’ll just rot here until you decide to whisk me away to California. Better make it soon or else I may just die of boredom.”

“Jesus, so fucking dramatic. Didn’t we say we’re gonna make our own memories and shit? You can very well ask me to run away with you.”

“Maybe we should like, go on a date first. So I know you’re not a serial killer before I get in a car with you and drive out of state.”

“You’re so weird.” Steve made a snarky face at him. “But you better be planning our first date. I don’t wanna accidentally repeat the other one. Want us to have our own.”

And Billy felt that overwhelming sense of sadness at losing the memories of the other date, the perfect timid experience. Going to the diner and ordering to go, eating while sitting on the hood of Steve’s car overlooking the quarry, talking for hours and hours.

But he’ll get a new memory. One he’ll cherish just as much, maybe even more, knowing that Steve will cherish the memory too.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll take out. Maybe just metaphorically speaking, as I don’t think you’re in any shape to be going out.”

“Ha ha, Shithead. Just make it nice. You’ve got a lot to live up to.”

Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly as he sighed dramatically.

“If our whole relationship is just you holding me to the impossibly high standard of alternate reality me, then I want out now.”

“Relax. The standard’s not that high.”

 Steve made an indignant squawking sound.

Billy just laughed.

“I’m kidding. Just, you know. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble meeting the standard. I fell for you once. I can do it again.”

And Steve’s face went all soft again, and he curled forward to rest his head on Billy’s arm.

“Thirty years. Always thought I’d end up divorced. People tend to get sick of me.”

“Not me. Never got sick of you, never gonna get sick of you. You’re stuck with me.”

“Then you’re stuck with me too.”

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Lets Make Our Own Christmas Story

Summary- 3k Mike (Me) x You. Christmas time is here and you are all set to throw your party. Mike might also have a surprise that will make it the best Christmas of all. 

Dividers made by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- Smut. Puppy walking in on that moment. 

A/N- YEAH I KNOW. I swear this is the last one. Cross my heart. I have been doing this little tiny piece since forever, so Im not holding onto it for a whole year. 

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You woke up to feel Mike pressing behind you, nuzzling the back of your neck with the bristles on his chin and his hand massaging your belly. You hid a sleepy smile in the pillow for just a moment, feeling him rock his hips against your back side. His heavy erection grinding into you. 

“G’Mornin” His voice raspy in your ear, nipping just below your lobe. “It’s your day off isn’t it?” 

You wriggled back into him a bit to make him groan, which he did while dropping his head into the crook of your neck momentarily before going back to teasing along your neck and shoulders once more. 

“It is, which means… I should be sleeping in Mike and not being woken at six thirty in the morning.” You peeked at the bedside clock. Mike chuckled while his hand dipped between your thighs, doing lazy rubs on your folds to make you widen your legs more. 

“We could sleep afterwards? Go to breakfast, take Max down to that park by Scott's place?” He offered as he let his fingers coat in your slick, dragging it up to your clit and circled, lightly pressing down. 

Your head lifted to see where Max was exactly, and the pup was sitting at the end of the bed having heard the two of you waking up, tilting his head to look at the two of you. “Mike…” You shivered a bit, your muscles tightening with desire. 

“What Sweetheart?” He went harder, feeling you start to melt into his touch. 

“M-max is watching.” 

“So? He ain't hurting nothing.” His mouth fondled the curve, biting slightly to tease and you rocked into his fingers. 

“I don’t know, it's just weird? Can you just put him in the living room until we're done?” You whined a bit and Mike huffed a bit before pulling his fingers away.  

“Be right back.” He pushed off the bed and the puppy started wagging his tail excitedly when Mike scooped him up to tuck him under his arm. When Mike left, you rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom to mess your hair into a sexy bedhead instead of a snarl hot mess, at the same time shoving a toothbrush in your mouth real quick. 

Heading down the hallway, Mike petted the wriggling pups head. “Okay buddy, just give me like an hour okay? Then I promise a walk where you can piss on every fire hydrant between here and the park. All the damn cookies you can cram in that cute mouth of yours. Just do me this solid, m’kay?” He set Max down and he wagged his tail again, drifting away from Mike heading towards his food and water dish. For good measure, Mike tossed a scoop of food in the bowl, which Max set upon enthusiastically. “Perfect, eat and go take a nap.” Sure that the puppy was occupied for a bit, he hurried back down the hallway to find you lounging back in bed, in which Mike bounced back in his spot, pulling you back in against him. “Ahh, now where were we Pretty Girl?” he paused a moment, taking in your appearance and catching a whiff of toothpaste, making him grin. "Cleaned up for me? I'm flattered. Wait, you want me to go brush my teeth right quick?" He made a move to get off the bed but you pulled him back down. 

"No, You started this, let's finish it." You took his hand before it could travel back down to tease you and sucked his fingertips, swirling your tongue around them and you could see those sharp blues widen, his pupils taking over. Pulling off with a pop you wriggle your ass against him once more. “You really going to take me to breakfast?” you asked with mock innocence and Mike snorted, his knee pressing between your thighs and spreading them till your leg hiked over his to hold you open. 

“Yea, yea… after this.” His wet fingers massaged a breast, plucking at your nipple while he reached between you two and circled his cock to run along your slit and press against your entrance which drew out a lewd moan while he stretched you. 

“Mmhh, this is almost as good.” You whimpered out as he pinched your nipple slightly while burying himself in you. “Okay better…” You clenched around him while he started making shallow thrusts into you. 

“Fuck this is way better.” Mike nibbled on your shoulder and rested a hand on your hip to hold you in place while he rutted behind you, the more you squeezed around him, the harder he would move. 

A moan escaped you in that early morning love making, making a grab for his hand and pulling it up to cover a breast which he started palming harshly while flushing kisses along your neck and at the hinge of your jaw. Twists of fingers started pulling on your nipples, making you wither against Mike as the pinches excited you. 

“Mmmh I know you love when I play with you like this.” Another twisted pull made your chest heave. After a few moments he went to the other, teasing all while he kept fucking you from behind, pausing every now and then to give a dirty grind. 

You both are caught up in the moment, Mike rolling you to your stomach to pin you underneath him, his hands covering yours and weaving fingers together, thighs caging yours. Its all a but sloppy, but you don’t care at this point with how good he felt pushing into you at this angle. Then the bedroom door creaked open and there was an pitter patter of feet. 

“Shit-” Mike groaned against your neck, knowing that Max just barged in on them. The puppy sat on the floor by the bed and started barking to get there attention. “Max quiet!” Mike said urgently, knowing earlier you were uneasy with him being in the room. 

You arched back into Mike's chest pressing you into the bed, hissing out. “Just ignore him, keep going.” 

“That's what I said before.” He groaned above you as he angled himself, having found your sweet spot that made you start squeezing around him and begging him to keep going. 

“I know what I said Mike… Fuck right there, I’m so close.” Your noises going from mewls in need to cries as that spiral of pleasure started to tighten in a threat to snap. Max’s barks started to turn into howls as both you and Mike slammed into each other, your orgasm making your walls lock around Mike's cock, and he rocked harshly into you with stuttering jerking hips till he shot his load into you and sunk over you in his own bliss. “Max hush!” Mike said louder and dropped a hand over the edge of the bed to ruffle Max’s ears and thankfully that distracted the puppy to quiet him. 

You whined under Mike a bit, twisting a bit to get comfy. “You gotta ease up a little bit Mike…” In which Mike pulled out and eased back a bit, allowing you to turn under him and run your hands along his back. “You know you are better than an alarm clock. Thanks for waiting till my day off for that though. I would have been late.” You chuckled softly, your fingers sliding up and down his back, twirling patterns across the muscles. 

Mike scooped Max up onto the bed, where he wriggled in between the two of you, flopped on his back so you could tickle his belly. “Did you forget to close the door?” You teased Mike who shrugged while pushing up to sit, going to grab some clothes from the dresser. 

“I was a bit distracted to think about closing the door. Besides, he didn't see anything, did you Bubba?” He grinned as he yanked his boxers on and Max thumped his tail hearing Mike. You nuzzled Max one last time and got up to get dressed too. “So we're still on for breakfast and the park?” 

“Sure but I gotta be back tonight to prep food for the party tonight.” You hummed while snapping your bra on and going into the bathroom to finish your routine. 

Mike stalled a minute while buckling his belt. “That's tonight?” 

“Mike, please don't tell me you forgot about it?” You looked out the bathroom door with a doubtful look and your boyfriend flashed a good natured grin. 

“Nah Baby, I got a mind like a steel trap.” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes before disappearing back into the bathroom. 

"You totally forgot." You retorted and Mike winked at Max while whispering. 

"That's what she thinks." He tickled under the pup's chin. 

It was later that evening, you had food spread on the counter, Mallory had come over early to help prep. Which was more her supervising and gossiping. You were sure to keep her supplied with plenty of sex on the beach drinks. 

"So… what do you think Mike got you this year?" Mallory asked with a knowing smirk. You side eyed her while fixing a veggie platter up, placing a bowl of dip in the middle and setting it on the counter. 

"No clue, but seeing you grin, I'm sure you do." 

Mallory huffed, going all dramatic on you with a flutter of her hand to her chest and dropping her lips into a o at the accusation. "I know no such thing." 

"Yea You do, but it's a surprise. So I don't want any hints Mal." You stressed and she rolled her eyes. 

"You take all the fun out of it Y/N" she scowled. "Well what did you get for him?"

You grinned, excited to get to reveal your surprise. "Okay, you know how much of an action buff he is?" 

Mallory tsked. "I do. Action just loses the dramatic and romance in writing though, I just don't understand…" 

You cut her off before she could continue. "I found an authentic Bruce Willis signed Die Hard poster. I had a few places take a look at it. Then had it framed. I'm going to wrap it up and hang it on the wall Christmas Day before he wakes up." 

Mallory nodded with a chuckle. "Damn, he is going to go ballistic." 

"I know! I can't wait." 

You heard the apartment door opening as well as several voices, so you dropped the conversation, going back to spiking some hot chocolate in the crock pot with peppermint schnapps and putting the lid back on when Mike, Scott, Scott’s boyfriend Neil, Samson and Lyle barged into the apartment, loaded with packages and case of beer, bottles of wine and a excited Max bouncing up and down around on his leash. You went into immediate hostess mode, directing where the presents went under the tree, beers in a cooler, and the wine opened to breathe. 

“Mmh, looks good Babe.” Mike wrapped an arm around you, looking over the spread of food on the counter, reaching to grab a cookie and snapped a bite of it between his teeth. “I can't believe you got all this put together, we weren't gone that long.” 

“I had help. Mallory was here early.” You grinned and Mallory held up her drink in acknowledgment. 

“I will have you know Mikey that I kept her right on track the whole time.” 

He snorted in disbelief and grabbed the vodka bottle to top off Mallorys glass as she held it out towards him. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

“Y/N, reign your boyfriend in please. If I wanted to be insulted I would be at the theater.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he mimicked her. 

“He can't be controlled, you know that. You've known him longer then I have.” 

Mallory hopped off the stool with a playful roll of her eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

“Love you to Mal.” Mike piped up while she flipped him off, going over to where the others were arguing who had the biggest present. Scott and Neill wandered over, Max flipped baby style in Scott’s arms, soaking up the attention. 

 “Scott is ready to claim Max as our child and take him home.” Neill grinned while pressing a kiss to Scott’s shoulder. Scott made a whimpering noise and whined out a bit. 

“Well look how cute he is, You love Uncle Scott and Neill, right?” Max wriggled in his arms and tackled Scott until he set him down where Max greeted his people, leaning his paws on your knee in a stand begging for a treat. 

“I have never seen you get all soft for a dog Scott.” Mike arched a brow and you leaned down to rub on Max’s face, wiggling your nose back at him. 

“He’s adorable, how could anyone not fall in love with him? And I'm sure Uncle Scott and Uncle Neil will be happy to have him come stay with them.” 

Mike grinned a bit, sharing a look with his best friend who winked back at him. “Oh you know Y/N, anytime, any day. Spoil and give him back right? I can teach him some manners too.” 

Neill tipped his head in a laugh and Mike had the dignity to look insulted. “Manners? He's got manners. Max Boy, come over here Bubba.” He beckoned the puppy, who happily followed him. Mike clapped his hands a moment to excite him, then dropped his hands for Max to put his front paws in and dance around the room for a few moments. 

Afterward they all gathered around the kitchen counter, snacking on food and talking about upcoming projects they all had going on, debating on when the next bowling tournament was going to take place. You and Mallory started mixing stronger drinks for yourselves, giggling together while snapping pictures with everyone. 

Mike watched you from the corner of his eye while you dragged Scott away from the group to dance ridiculously to Santa Baby and finally you crashed on the couch, cuddling with Max for a few moments to cool off when Mike excused himself from the others. Falling on the couch next to you, his arm going around your shoulder and he pressed his lips against your temple. 

“Having a good time Babe?” 

You happily nod and cuddle in closer, buzzed a bit from the alcohol and happy having your loved ones with you. “It's a great Christmas party, reminds me of the ones I had at home this time of year with my siblings and friends.” 

Mike let his fingers brush through your hair a bit, arching a brow. “They were like this gang?” The two of you watched the group shoot popcorn at one another, Samson loudly vocalizing how to properly catch popcorn, Lyle was just shoving handfuls in his mouth, Mallory attempting to prove Samson wrong by flicking them at him as he directed, and Neill effectively shooting them into Scott’s mouth, proving there was more then one method. 

“Pretty close. My brother is a professional beer pong player. I used to have the title though.” You bragged a bit and Mike laughed. 

“Well how would you like to get the title back? Granted if you beat me that is.” He wiggled a brow and you peeked up at him curiously. 

“Oh bring it on, as soon as I save the money for a trip, it's on Mister.” 

Mike leaned a bit to reach in his back pocket and pulled out two tickets to hand to you. “How about we go sooner rather than later Y/N?” 

You snatched the tickets, looking at the dates. They were for the day after Christmas all the way till after the New Years. Tickets to Boston. Your fingers clutched at the tickets and swallowed a bit to keep the knot of surprise down. “You mean it… were going to go see my family?” You twisted in your seat, holding the tickets at your chest. 

“You haven't been home in years Baby, I know you miss them. I already talked to the Head Nurse to give you the time off and I can bring my laptop to work on my script once in a while. I’m almost finished with it, I might be able to get it done before we leave.” 

It all sunk in what he was saying and you gave a squeal of excitement, launching yourself into Mike's lap and clutching his face to kiss him fiercely in excitement, babbling. “Baby I don't even know how to thank you. I don't need anything else, this is perfect. Thank you so much, I love it, I love you.” 

Mike just listened while rubbing your back as you let it all spill out, Mallory coming up behind the couch and leaning against it so she was level with you two leaning over it. “I see you finally told her you guys are going to Boston. Mikey, I know what you're gonna gettttt…” You reach over and cover Mallorys mouth. 

“Don't you dare spill it Mal!” 

Mallory jerked back with a wicked grin. Mike was always one to take the bait and he pinned you in his lap. “What? Come on Mallory, drop a hint because Y/N has been holding out on me.” 

She winked at the two of you while sipping from her drink. “You’re gonna get lucky Mike, that's what you are gonna get for Christmas.” 

You snorted, relieved Mallory didn't spoil your surprise. Giving a shrug, you nodded. “She's not wrong Mike.” 

Mike seemed to contemplate what you two were saying when he suddenly bellowed out. “Parties over! Everyone get out.” Which you smacked his chest and shook your head when the group suddenly went quiet in surprise. 

“He's kidding, guys!” you call out and they turn back to snacking and talking at the counter. 

Mike pulled you in closer, nipping at your earlobe and whispering to you. “No I’m not, I want my Christmas gift now.” 

“Mmmh, Later, I promise.” you rub his chest and place a sweet kiss on his lips before moving to a stand and pulling him up with you to rejoin the others. “We can make our own Christmas Story.”

[honey-dewey]

Wisdom Teeth Imagines

My sibling is having their wisdom teeth out tomorrow and I felt like writing wisdom teeth imagines because I dunno I was bored? This’ll focus more on Reader getting their wisdom teeth out, but who knows. Maybe I’ll do this again. 

Total Word Count: 2,988

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Din Djarin:

Din watched as you stumbled a bit coming up the ramp into the Crest. You’d just had surgery to remove your wisdom teeth and if Din had known you’d be this high, he probably would’ve left you with Peli until the drugs wore off.

“Din,” you whined, reaching out and stumbling over your own two feet. Din caught you, carrying you to the cockpit. He’d set up a sleeping spot there, warm and cozy so he could keep an eye on you while you recovered.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Din,” you said again, putting a hand slowly against your face. “Din!”

“Yes ner ka’ra?” Din said, crouching down so he was at your level.

“Can’t feel my face!” You said, voice overly worried. The cotton in your mouth and the numbness of your face give you a lisp, and Din couldn’t help but grin.

He smiled despite the helmet, putting a hand on the top of your head. “It’s okay, that’s normal. Lay back now, my star. That’s it, it’s time to sleep.”

You didn’t fight as you sunk into sleep, eyes flickering shut. Din took a minute to admire you, cotton stuffed cheeks and all, before he stood to sit in the pilot’s seat. He wanted to find somewhere safe where you could recover for a few days, at least.

Sorgan was a day’s trip out of the way, and Din set course for the backwater planet. He turned once the coordinates were set, looking at you.

Din sighed, sitting on the floor beside you. He’d gone through this years ago, and knew that what you’d need most was comforting company.

As you shifted in your sleep, he moved so you could use him as a pillow. While you slept, Din relaxed, his helmet off. You wouldn’t remember anything if you woke up, so what did it matter?

Your eyes cracked open and you grumbled. Din, above you, smoothed down your hair and smiled. You gasped softly. “Brown eyes,” you murmured.

Din chuckled. “Brown eyes,” he agreed. “Go back to sleep.”

“Okay Brown Eyes,” you said softly, rolling over and falling asleep once more.

Marcus Moreno:

(Side note! For more Marcus wisdom teeth shenanigans, go read When I’m Older and I’m Wiser.)

“Oh babe,” Marcus said, trying not to laugh as he walked into the operating room. You stared at him, wide eyed.

“Holy shit,” you slurred, still staring. “You’re hot.”

Marcus pressed his lips together and suppressed his laughter. “Thank you,” he said. “Are you ready to go home?”

You nodded, trying to stand and immediately falling into Marcus’s arms. “Are you single?” You asked as he carried you to the car.

“No, I’m not single. I’m actually engaged,” Marcus said, and you immediately started to sniffle. “What? What’s wrong? Does your mouth hurt?”

You shook your head, nearing tears. “Why aren’t you single?” You wailed as Marcus put you in the car. “This isn’t fair!”

Marcus’s worry melted away. “Oh, honey. No, hey, I’m engaged to you!”

Your eyes went wide as your tears stopped. “What?”

“Yeah,” Marcus said, showing you the ring on your hand. “I’m engaged to you.”

“Woah,” you breathed, watching his face as he buckled you in. “Damn, I hit the jackpot.”

Marcus had to turn away and take a few breaths so he didn’t start laughing. “Okay babe. Ready to go home?”

You nodded, leaning against the door. “Can I sleep?”

“Of course you can sleep,” Marcus said, getting into the car and kissing your temple. “Close your eyes, we’ll be home before you know it.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, looking down at your hand one last time and grinning. “I’m so lucky.”

Max Phillips:

“Head still hurt?”

You groaned in response.

Max chuckled softly. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. He’d been looking after you since you got your wisdom teeth out, and now that you weren’t high anymore, everything hurt.

“Wanna eat something?” Max asked, looking over at you. You were face down on the couch, breathing slowly through the pain. “We have ice cream.”

You nodded, mumbling something softly. Any normal person wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but Max was no normal person.

“Okay,” he said, standing and closing his book. “Vanilla it is.”

He made you a bowl of vanilla ice cream, grabbing himself a Max popsicle while he was in the freezer. Sucking on the popsicle and letting the metallic tang coat his senses, he handed you your bowl. You made a face at his blood popsicle, but didn’t say anything as you sat up and very slowly spooned ice cream into your mouth.

You’d eaten maybe five bites by the time Max had finished his popsicle.

“Oh for the love of god,” Max said softly, scooting closer and taking the ice cream from you. You whined, but he shook his head. “Open wide.”

You did so, opening your mouth as best you could. Max put the spoon in, and you swallowed the ice cream.

“Better?” He asked, spooning up another bite. “Probably faster.”

You stuck your middle finger up and Max and took the next bite of ice cream.

“Mhm,” Max hummed playfully. “If you’d let me turn you, you wouldn’t be in pain right now.”

“Fuck you Phillips.”

Max’s grin grew. “I’ll take you up on that,” he promised. “Once you get better.”

You groaned. Later, you’d punch him for that comment, but for now, you resigned yourself to being spoon fed by the world’s most annoying vampire.

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales:

“Okay Sparks, in the truck, there you go.” Frankie held your hands as you unsteadily got into his truck. He’d been the only one available at seven AM, so he’d driven you to your wisdom tooth appointment.

You hummed slowly, watching with unfocused eyes as Frankie got into the truck with you. “Fish?”

“What’s up Sparks?”

“I-“ you stopped abruptly as the truck growled to life. “Rumbly.”

Frankie put his phone on its holder and hit the record button on the camera. “Sparks. You okay?”

“The truck is purring!” You said, patting the dashboard. “Like a cat!”

“Like a cat,” Frankie agreed, driving out of the parking lot and across the street to the nearest fast food place. “You still want that milkshake?”

You nodded. “Cookie?”

“Oreo, if they’ve got it,” Frankie said, putting a hand on your shoulder as he pulled into the drive through line. “If they don’t, we’ll do vanilla, how’s that sound?”

“Okay.”

“Perfect,” Frankie said. “And then we have to get your pills, and then we can go home and take a long nap.”

You pouted. “Wanna nap now.”

Frankie smiled. “Go ahead. You’ve slept in this truck before.”

“Oh,” you said softly, leaning your head back and zoning out.

In a blink, almost five minutes had passed, and Frankie was pressing a cold milkshake into your hands. “Oreo, just like I promised.”

You looked down at the small cup in your hands and immediately looked up at Frankie with pure love in your eyes. “I love you.”

Frankie almost crashed the truck. “I’m sorry?”

“I love you so much,” you said again, scooting closer to Frankie and leaning your head against his shoulder. “Have for a looooong time. Napping.”

Frankie floundered as you fell asleep. He had no idea what to think. You were high as hell, but not entirely unreasonable. Was his massive crush actually reciprocated?

Deciding he’d wait until you woke, Frankie put an arm around your shoulders to steady you against his side and kissing the top of your head at a red light. “Sweet dreams.”

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels:

“Jack?” Ginger said, poking her head into Jack’s office. “I’ve got them here.”

“Bring them in,” Jack said, standing.

Ginger wheeled a wheelchair in, you sitting in it. Your cheeks were swollen and your head was wobbly, but Jack expected that. He helped you up, kissing your forehead and scooping you into his arms to keep you off your unsteady feet.

“I got it,” he promised Ginger. “You don’t need to hover Ginge.”

Ginger left, leaving Jack to deposit you on his lap in his office chair. “Darlin’,” he said. “I got a meeting soon. Think you can behave?”

You nodded, cuddling up to Jack and promptly falling asleep.

You were awoken by the door opening. Champ walked in, looking over you curled up in Jack’s lap. Jack simply gestured to the chair opposite his. “Cosmopolitan had their wisdom teeth out today,” he explained as Champ sat down.

The meeting was boring. Boring enough for you to zone right back out, breathing Jack’s intoxicating whiskey and leather smell. You must’ve fallen asleep again, because one minute Champ was talking about the New York branch, and the next, he was standing and leaving.

“Naps?” You asked softly once the door closed.

Jack chuckled, carrying you to his couch. “Of course,” he said, kicking off his shoes and laying you down. He grabbed a blanket and lay beside you, lightly kissing your cheeks. “Love ya.”

“Love you too,” you mumbled, right before falling asleep yet again.

Ezra:

“I told you not to come,” Ezra said, reading his book while you put your face on his thighs and groaned loudly. “But no, you had to be stubborn.”

“Fuck off,” you mumbled into Ezra’s pants. “Didn’t hurt yesterday.”

Ezra rolled his eyes and flipped a page in his book. “Songbird, I love you, but you should’ve stayed home with Cee.”

“And let you come alone?” You said, rolling over so you were facing the ceiling. “I think not.”

“Then stop complaining.”

A throb of pain his your face and you winced, curling towards Ezra and whining. “Distract me?”

Ezra shut his book with a sigh. No matter how much you annoyed him, he loved you unconditionally. “Okay. How shall I distract you?”

Another worse throb, and your whines grew in volume. Your eyes screwed shut, muscles tensing. “Ezra!”

“Oh songbird,” Ezra said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Songbird I’m so sorry I can’t make the pain go away.” He pressed his ice cold hand against your cheek, hoping it would help with the pain. “Do you want medicine?”

“Took it already,” you said, leaning against Ezra’s hand.

Ezra smoothed his thumb over your cheekbone. “Ah. Apologies. There is nothing else I can do.”

You eventually fell asleep, somehow. When you woke, Ezra was in the kitchen, making a smoothie. The loud whirring of the blender woke you up and spurred you to your feet, head still aching something fierce.

“Songbird!” Ezra said upon seeing you awake. “You should be laying down.”

“Nah,” you said, sitting on the kitchen counter. “Can’t sleep. Blender’s too loud.”

Ezra sighed. “I made this for you,” he said, handing you a cup full of pink sludge.

Unable to use a straw, you grabbed a spoon and began to eat, humming around the frozen drink. “Damn Ez. This is good.”

Ezra smiled, kissing your temple. “Only the best for my songbird.”

Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey:

Dio paced the waiting room, worry making his stomach twist. He was the only one here aside from the receptionist, who’d stopped giving him odd looks after the first twenty minutes. Dentist’s offices made him incredibly anxious, and the prospect of you having a full blown surgery right at this moment made him want to puke. But he had to be here. Had to be strong for you.

“Mr. Morrissey?”

Dio’s head snapped around. “Yes?”

The surgeon looked at him. “The procedure was a success and they’re waking up. Do you want to come get them?”

“Yeah,” Dio said, following the surgeon back and trying not to freak out.

“Dio!” You said happily upon seeing your goth boyfriend. You were in a wheelchair and had a very far away gleam to your eyes. “Dio!”

Dio sighed. “Hey. Feeling okay?”

You nodded. “I feel great,” you said loosely. “You don’t look okay.”

“Let’s just go,” Dio said tightly.

“Oh right,” you said, looking up at the nurse pushing your wheelchair. “He’s scared of the dentist.” You said it in a loud whisper, like you were trying to share a secret. The nurse smiled and looked at Dio.

“The anesthesia loosens the lips,” she said. “Try to keep an eye on them until it wears off.”

Dio nodded, just eager to leave.

You were high for another three hours, most of which were napped away in the safety of Dio’s apartment. He messed around in his spare room, which had been converted into a sewing room. He kept the door cracked open so he could see and hear you.

Eventually, you sat up, rubbing your eyes and poking your nose experimentally. “Huh.”

You stood, shuffling into Dio’s sewing room. “Dio?”

Dio turned, halfway through putting a new patch on his jacket. “You’re awake.”

“I am,” you agreed, holding your arms out. Dio stood and hugged you, his project abandoned on the table. “Sorry I made you go with me. I know you hate it a lot.”

“I didn’t mind,” Dio promised. “Not for you.”

You made a face, and Dio smiled. “Okay, maybe I minded a little bit.”

“That breaks your what? Ten year streak of not entering a dentist’s office?” You asked, pulling Dio into the living room and sitting on the couch. “That isn’t healthy.”

“Eleven,” Dio said, sitting next to you and pulling you close to his side. “And I know.”

You didn’t press further. Instead, you snuggled up to Dio’s side and yawned, wincing. “Ow.”

Dio pressed a kiss against your head. “Go back to sleep,” he said softly. “I’ll put on that documentary we were watching last night.”

You nodded, closing your eyes. You were asleep before the documentary even began.

Javier Peña:

Javier had seen some shit in his day, but watching you come out of surgery and go almost directly to work was one of the most ridiculous things he’d seen in a while.

“Go home!” He said for the eighth time, watching you rub your jaw. You’d napped off the drugs, but walked into work as soon as you were sober. For the past hour, you’d been suffering through work with what had to be a raging headache.

You rolled your eyes. “Javi, I’m busy.”

Javier stood, finally at the end of his rope. He scooped you up out of your chair and you squealed indignantly, thumping your fists on his back as he carried you out to his car. Steve gave you two a look as you exited the building, but didn’t try and stop Javier as he opened his car door.

“Stay,” he said firmly once he’d put you in the backseat. “I’m taking you home and you’re getting the appropriate amount of rest.”

You pouted, but your pounding head made you sit still while Javier drove you home. He watched you carefully as you set yourself up on the couch with soft foods and your phone nearby, and then you turned your eyes on him when he didn’t leave.

“You aren’t gonna go back to work?”

Javier shook his head, sitting on the couch with you. “I don’t trust you. So no, I’m gonna stay right here until you’re better.”

Your eyebrows went up. “Javi, that’ll be days!”

“I know,” Javier promised. “I’ve had my wisdom teeth out. Now, get some rest. I’ll run out later and pick up some pain meds for that headache you haven’t told me about yet.”

Another eye roll, and you were snuggling down into the safety of your blanket cocoon. Your head did really hurt.

The gentle sounds of Javier working, his typewriter balanced on his knees, lulled you into a gentle and well deserved sleep.

Maxwell Lord:

“Hey doll,” Max said, smiling as a nurse helped you out of the office. “How’re you feeling?”

You groaned, and Max laughed. “Oh really? C’mon, let’s get you home.”

You were mostly quiet on the ride home, head cradled by the car door as you napped. Max had expected this when he’d sent you into the office an hour ago to get your wisdom teeth out, and he was definitely prepared.

“Let’s get you in the house,” Max said, helping you up once you’d gotten home. Your legs were still wobbly, so Max basically carried you in and set you in the bed. Duchess looked up and meowed indignantly, but when she realized it was just you, she sniffed you over and plopped down at your side.

“Kitty,” you said softly, petting Duchess. She purred, rolling over and butting her head into your side.

Max smiled. “I’m going to grab ice for your face. Want anything else?”

You shrugged, engrossed in your actions of petting Duchess.

“Alright,” Max said, kissing your head.

When he came back, you were asleep.

Chuckling, Max put the ice bag back in the freezer and set his book on the bedside table. Duchess left, probably because you’d stopped petting her, and Max took her place, curled up at your side.

“Daddy?”

“Alistair,” Max said, looking over. “Hey.”

Alistair looked hesitantly at you. “Are they okay?”

Max nodded. “Of course. Just napping. Wanna stay with us? I was going to put on a movie.”

“Can we watch the Jungle Book?” Alistair asked eagerly, jumping up into the bed.

Max smiled. “Of course. Stay here, I’ll go get it.”

You woke up a while later to the singing monkey, blinking slowly and rolling towards Max’s warmth. “Max.”

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” Max said softly, kissing your forehead. “How was your nap?”

“Good,” you said, looking around and seeing Alistair curled up in the bed with you. “Whole family’s here.”

Max chuckled. “Duchess is even here,” he said, pointing to where Duchess was laying in her bed.

You leaned against the pillows. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Max said. “Still wanna sleep?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Wake me at dinner.”

Max pressed one more kiss to your head before you fell asleep once more.

[queenrose730]

Reckless

The Winter Solider 

Master List

2014

It had been a while since you had been back to the Avengers tower. Once SHIELD got all official after the Battle of New York, they got a big fancy building in DC. You decided to keep an apartment at the tower but honestly spent most of your time now in DC. Now though, you had been forced back by Steve. All because of a broken leg. It didn’t even happen on a mission, although that might have been better. You were sparing with another agent when a mistake happened and your left leg was broken. Steve nearly took the guys head off when he heard you scream. Somehow between the pain you got Steve to focus on you. After all it wasn’t the others guy’s fault.

The doctors put you in a cast and told you to use the crutches for at least 3 months. Then they would reevaluate the leg. Steve caught you once without your crutches and set you back to New York. It forced you to take your job slower and you couldn’t do as much. Plus, Tony and Bruce kept an eye on you. After a week there, Tony broke down and figured out how to make an exoskeleton cast. This way you could get around more easily and hopefully complain less. After some trial and error, and the ok from the doctor, you had a brace. It came up around your thigh and had a plate that slid under your foot. The knee joint move freely but the ankle was locked, but could be loosened as you healed.

“Well it looks like your leg is pretty well healed agent.” It was almost three months to the day.

“Thank god.”

“I would still recommend the brace for another month but the ankle can be set to move freely.”

“Awesome. I’ll get Tony to do that.” The doctor at the tower was so much nicer than at SHIELD. Probably because they were ex-military docs. They somehow always were dicks.

“I’ll want to see you again in a month. But other than that you are free to go.” You hopped of the bed and shook the doctors hand.

“Thanks again. I appreciate you working with me.”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice.” He raised an eyebrow. To which you just shrugged your shoulders and headed out. The doctor just laughed as you walked out the door.

“Hey Jarvis. Let Tony know I’m on my way down!” It took all you had not to skip down the hall.

“Certainly Miss yln.”

As you reached the elevator you grabbed your phone to let Steve know how your leg was and maybe drop the hint about getting back to your regular work. Before you could type your message, number came up on your screen.

“Speak of the devil! I was just about to text you. I got the all clear from the doc.”

“That’s good yn.” His voices sounded off.

“What’s wrong Steve? How’d the mission go?”

“It was complicated.” He let out a sigh over the phone.

“How complicated?” Suddenly the conversation was serious. You changed the floor you were headed to, now going to your apartment.

“What do you know about something call Project Insight?”

“I’ve never heard of it.” The door to the elevator opened and you walked down the hall.

“Fury showed it to me. I need you to see if you can find anything out about it. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Sure. Hang on a sec while I get my computer up and running.” You sat down at your desk. Setting the phone down and putting Steve on speaker. If something did sit right with him, it was trouble. You learned quick to trust Steve gut.

“Alright let’s see what I can find.” A quick search of shield records didn’t provide much.

“All I can see is that there is a file under that name but it pretty high clearance. Like Fury and a few others. What is it?” You kept click through files that you could open while listening to Steve.

“He’s got three helicarriers. At armed to the nines. He said it’s a way to neutralize threats before they happen.”

“What? So shield is building their own nuclear deterrent? How is Fury ok with that?”

“I don’t know. Can you see anything else?”

“No Steve. Not without hacking in and they would know it was me. I doubt even the people working on it know what they are building.”

“Ok. Well I’m going to have to do some more digging around here.”

“I can come down there Steve. My leg is fine.”

“No yn. Just stay there. Keep digging though files and see what you can find.”

“Ok. Be careful Steve.”

“You too sweetheart.”

You spent the rest of the night combing through any file you could get your hands on. Tony came up sometime after dinner. He was going to yell at you for not eating or coming down to have him loosen your brace. But changed his mind when he saw the mess around you on the desk. Instead he went back and grabbed you a plate. Pulling you away for only a moment so you could eat and he could take care of the brace.

“So how bad is it kiddo?”

“I don’t know Tony. The more I dig the more inaccuracies I find in all kinds of files.” You stared at the computer twirling your fork. “I think I might head down to DC.”

“Well I’ll get a jet ready for you. It’ll be on standby.” He stood from his seat and walked to the door. “And what is it the Rogers always tell you? He gave another pause and you turned to him. That’s right! Don’t do anything stupid of reckless yn.” With that he was out the door.

You took one more look at the computer before standing up and heading to the bed. If shit was about to hit the fan you at least need to get some rest.

Apparently you needed more than you thought. It was almost 8am when you finally woke up. You decided against breakfast for the moment. You checked for phone for any messages then hit the shower. After your shower, you started to pack your bag. A change of regular clothes along with your tac suit. Some toiletries and a few extras. Lastly was the fun stuff. In the hall Closet was your own mini armory. You pack your usual two pistols and a few blades. You also grabbed a couple auto injectors. Can never be to safe. While you were packing though you missed the alert on your computer. Something big was happening.

“Miss yn. You jet is ready for takeoff.”

“Thank you Jarvis.” You walked to the door and laced up your boots.

“There was also an alert that came up on your computer miss.”

“What?” You stood up and headed to your desk. Leaving your bag by the door.

Sure enough there was an alert. Nick Fury was dead and Steve was wanted by Shield.

“What the fuck!” You nearly topped your chair when you stood. Instantly grabbing for your phone to call Steve. There was no answer. Shit. Shit. Shit. You grabbed you bag and ran to the jet. Shit was hitting the fan. A lot of shit.

“Jarvis let Tony know I’m leaving.”

“Certainly.”

You flicked through your takeoff procedures and grabbed the controls.

“Jarvis try Steve again.” You shot up into the sky heading to DC.

“I’m sorry miss. He did not answer.”

“Fuck. Try Maria.” She was always close to fury. Hopefully she would know what the hell was going on.

“Hill.”

“Maria. What the fuck is going on?”

“Yn.” She paused. It sounded like she was taking to someone.

“I’m on my way to DC. Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“Yn. I’m sending you Coordinates to land at. Do not enter DC air space.” Fuck. This was bad.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you when. You get here. Just get here.” She hung up. You pushed the engines to max speed.

You made it to the coordinates Maria gave you in almost record time. 20 minutes from her hanging up to when you touched down outside an old dam. Maria was out waiting for you.

“Tell me what the fuck is going on!” By the time you landed you were fuming. Not at anyone particularly but at the whole situation. “What happened to Fury? Where is Steve?”

“Come on in yn.” She turned to lead you into the damn. All you wanted to do was cuss and scream at her nonchalant attitude towards everything. You followed her down the damp hallways of the dam until it opened up into a small room.

“I could hear you cursing from in here yn.”

“Fury! What the fuck” He held back a laugh. “SHIELD said you were dead. How?”

“They needed to think he was actually dead but we got him out of the hospital and here for treatment.” Maria moved around the bed and started talking to one of the doctors. You took a seat next to fury.

“What is going on?”

“Shield has been compromised.”

“By who?”

“HYDRA.”

“Project insight is them.” You sat back in your seat. That would explain all the odd bits of info you had been picking up while digging through files. Fury nodded at your response. “How long?”

“I’m not sure. At this point we don’t know who to trust.”

“So why I am here? Why did you let me know you’re alive?”

“Because other than Captain Rogers, you would be the second person in line to kill anyone that might be affiliated with HYDRA.” He wasn’t wrong.

“So where is Steve now? What’s are next play?”

“Hill is working on how to get Steve. Then we stop Insight.”

Sitting around was not your style, but Fury told you to wait. Maria was on trying to track down Steve. Doctors where still working on patching up fury. All you could do was sit and wait. You knew that if Steve was running he would have ditched his cell. At this point it really wasn’t safe to call anyone else. Fury didn’t even want you call Nat. You only slipped a call to Tony to let him know you landed. He tried to press for more info but you shut him down quickly. You could hear the news playing in the background about Fury and Steve.

It was well into the night when Maria finally found something. A STRIKE team had been sent to a mall then Camp Lehigh was bombed. There was still no indication where Steve was at.

Then around mid-morning the next day more alerts started going off. Sitwell was kidnapped.

“That has to be Steve right?” You had taken up a post with Maria going through any SHIELD alerts.

“It’s a good chance. Keep digging.”

“God I should have come down here when he called me the other night.”

“There’s nothing you could have done. You would just be on the run with him.” Maria looked up at you over her computer. “And do you think Steve would want you out there or here?” You caught the smirk on her face.

“Yea yea.” You waved her off. Steve did just about anything to keep you safe. He learned quickly that your self-preservation was about as good as his.

“This is it!” She stood up quickly and spun her computer around. A STRIKE team orders to grab them on the freeway. They were helping out “the asset”.  “If I can get into one of those prisoner transports, I can get them out.” Before you could respond she was off to Fury.

“Take the team and get him.”

“Yes, sir.” She turned and started ordering the men around.

“I’m coming with you Maria.”

“No you’re not yn. I need you here.” It was an order from Fury.

“Fine.” You just watched as Maria and her team suited up.  

“I don’t what you doing anything stupid out there yn.”

“I know Fury. I know.” He was right. The likelihood you would do something stupid was pretty high. All you could do now is wait.

  The plan was easy enough. Steve, Sam and you each had a chip to place into the helicarriers. Linking them and taking them out of the air. Nat and Fury would take down SHIELD. Exposing everything to the world. Steve was on edge even though he didn’t show it.

“I want you to get on and off that helicarrier quick. Don’t mess around.”

“Steve I’m fine. If it’s about the leg, it’s ok.”

“Yn. It won’t take much for you to rebreak it.”

“Yep. And it doesn’t take much to break my other bones either.” You teased and jogged off to your starting point.

“Yn I’m serious.” He said over comms. You just laughed to yourself and continued on.

The guys gave you a head start. You listened to Steve talk over the intercom. People that you passed looking nervously between each other. Once you reached you carrier, it was mostly unguarded for the moment. Steve drawing the attention away from it for the moment. Just a few bad guys to take down. Suddenly the door above the carrier began to open.

“Uh, guys they are getting ready to launch.”

“Get that chip in place and get back to Maria yn.” You rolled your eyes at Steve even though he couldn’t see you.

You pushed harder to get to the control center to get your chip in place. Thankfully it seemed most people hadn’t quite realized you were already on the ship. Outside you could see that Sam and Steve were drawing the most attention.

“I got my chip in place. How are you guys doing?” Getting out was going to be a bit more difficult.

“I’m locked.” Sam shouted.

“Two down. Captain how are you looking?” Maria was running the ground.

“Working on it.”

“Steve where are you? I’m coming to you.” You started working your way to the flight deck.

“Yn get back to Maria. I got this.”

“Oh fuck you Steve.”  You heard Sam laugh.

“I like her.” That earned a groan from Steve.

“Since you like me so much want to give a lift Sam?” You kept working your way to the deck. First plan was to grab a jet and head to Steve. You just had to get up there.

“6 minutes until it reached altitude.”

“Sam! Where is that ride!”

“I’m grounded. Steve’s on the carrier.”

“What happened!”

“Winter Solider.”

“Shit.” You pushed off from where you were hiding. Steve told you that somehow that was Bucky. That whatever happened to him when he was captured during the war must have helped him survive the fall. You knew Steve would be blinded by his friend. Even if he didn’t recognize him.

“Steve you copy? I’m on my way.” No response.

“Falcon. I got Rumlow.” Maria broke in.

“I’m on it.”

“Maria can you get into one of these jets and get it started for me?” You kept clearing a path.

“Space five. Staring engines now.” The jet just ahead of you roared to life and the hatch opened.

“I could kiss you girl!” You climbed in and headed to the last carrier.

By the time you reached the control center Steve and the Solider were already locked. You took aim and started firing at the Solider. It caused just enough distraction for him that Steve was able to lock him in a hold.

“Yn.” He hissed over the comms.

“Just get me that chip Steve!” Steve shoved the Solider off of him and started toward you. Climbing up the structure.

“Steve!” The Solider was back up an aiming at Steve. He tossed the chip at you. You barely got your fingers on it, leaning every part of your body over the railing. A shot rang out.

“Go yn!” Steve kept climbing as you rushed to the computer. More shots were fired. This time they hit you. First in your leg.

“Yn!”

“I got it Steve!”

“One minute!” Maria shouted over comms. This was it you just had to reach- Another shot. It hits you in the shoulder propelling you forward. You slam into the control center. Pressing the keys as fast as you could the door slid open. Just as you reached to put your chip in another shot hit your stomach. You fell before you could get the chip placed.

“Damnit.” Steve had reached you. He grabbed the chip from you and slammed it home. “We’re locked.”

“Get out of there guys.”

Steve reached down to scoop you up when he was shot in the shoulder.

“Maria. Fire.”

“Yn.” Maria questioned you.

“I said fire!” You shouted. Steve didn’t have words to say. Suddenly there was an explosion.

“Why?”

“Steve.” You gave him a sad look. He dug in you suit to find an injector. Quickly stabbing it into your arm.

“That was stupid.”

“So is this.” You pushed him off of you. “Where is the Solider?” Steve looked around. When he stopped you followed his eye line. The Solider was trapped under a large piece of metal from the carrier. “Go.”

Steve looked back to you.

“Go Steve.” You reached into your pocket and grabbed another injector. Slamming that one into your thigh. Steve nodded.

“Here.” He handed you the shield. The carrier started to tip. A quick glance saw that it was colliding with the building.

“Stupid and reckless.” You gave him a grin then stood the best you could. At the railing you gave a look down. There was a break in the glass directly below you and water beyond that.

“Get your friend Steve.” Before he could question you, you heaved yourself over the railing and out the bottom of the ship.

You used the shield to help break the water as you hit it. It still nearly took all the air out of you. Once you bobbed back to the surface you looked back up. The building seemed to have caught the carrier and it just sat there. The extra injector gave you enough strength to slowly swim to the edge of the water.

“Where’s Steve and yn!” Your comms still worked!

“I’m in the water under the ship! I’m trying to get to shore. Steve’s still on the carrier.”

“I’ll get a vehicle and get her Fury.”

“Copy that Hill.”

You just have to get to the edge before that carrier comes down. Pushing your muscles as they ached. The pain meds quickly wearing off even with the extra dose. You glanced back. Shit. The carrier was coming down. You didn’t know if you were clear but you hoped you were. Maybe the wave it caused would give you the extra push to the shore.

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I'm Dying for a Taste of You: Chapter 7

Chapter Title: Love, Sex, Death

Chapter Summary: important discussions of feelings and about where Michael was. There's a new plan to take down Caber.

A/N: This is finally coming to a head! The end is near... There's a new playlist for this story featuring all the music I used to pick chapter titles and songs that fit the mood of the story.

Warnings: heavy blood drinking, mild self injury

Read on AO3 / Masterlist / Playlist

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Michael froze in his movements, blinking at Alex as though he never expected for a moment that was something he would say. Alex rubbed his thumb over the stubble on his jaw. He refused to look away from his eyes. He didn’t care what Michael’s response was. As long as he never left him again.

Then Michael was closing the distance between them, pressing his lips to Alex’s. His heart soared as he melted against him. Michael’s fingers dug into the muscles in his back, holding him as close as possible. Alex nibbled on his bottom lip gently and felt him smile in return.

Every kiss was sweeter than the last until Michael pulled himself away with what seemed like some difficulty. He only succeeded in staying away for a few seconds before nuzzling his face into the crook of Alex’s neck.

“I’ll uncompel you I promise. Just let me have you all to myself for a bit.” Alex sighed and shook his head.

“No. I don’t want you to. I love you Michael,” he insisted again. A brief expression of pain crossed his features. Alex kissed him quickly. “I would love you even if you didn’t compel me.”

“Alex. You don’t have to—” He pushed him onto his back and sat on top of him, rocking his hips gently.

“I love you, Michael.” Alex leaned down, pressing gentle kisses to his face. He listened to him sigh softly as his hands found their way to his waist. Alex placed another kiss on his lips, mumbling, “I love you.” He trailed his hands down over his shoulders and arms. He took his hands from their spot, holding them down to the mattress. “I love you,” he said again as he began to kiss down his neck.

“Alex,” Michael breathed out, his cock twitching inside of him. He just hushed him as he moved from his neck to his chest, squeezing his hands and continuing the slow rolling of his hips. Alex repeated the words between every kiss, eventually working his way back up to Michael’s lips.

“I’m exactly where I want to be, understand? I’m all yours. Have been since we met.” A moment later, Michael was pushing him back and sitting up. Alex released his hands and wrapped his arms around his neck. Michael grabbed his waist and moved him faster, making him moan softly.

“I love you, Alex. I love you so much it scares me. I have never wanted anyone the way I want you. It’s not even a want, it’s a need.” Alex whimpered as their lips connected again. They continued their steady pace as Alex traced his tongue over Michael’s teeth, pressing just hard enough to draw blood.

“Fuck, Alex. You really want to be here all night don’t you?”

“You were the one who said to make up for lost time.” Michael just groaned in response and captured Alex’s lips again.

-

Michael did have him up the rest of the night. By the time the sun was peeking through the window, Alex still hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep. Every time he started to doze off, he would feel Michael’s mouth on his neck or shoulder, leaving fresh hickies that he would need to cover up somehow.

Alex did end up falling asleep around six in the morning but still woke up again by eleven. He was wrapped in Michael’s arms, and the rest of their limbs were tangled together. He pulled his eyes open to watch Michael sleep, his curls messy as they fanned out on the pillow.

He traced his fingers over the lines of his face and jaw, remembering the wounds he had shown up with at the door. There was no mistaking them for anything but bites from another vampire. Michael groaned softly and hugged Alex tighter. Slowly his eyes cracked open and Alex just smiled at him.

Michael loved him. Wanted to be with him. This beautiful man was all his. Michael leaned in, nuzzling into his neck while his hands wandered over Alex’s bare skin. His eyes fluttered shut again as one of Michael’s hands moved to massage the thigh above his missing leg.

“How did this happen?” he mumbled. Alex didn’t know how to respond for a second. Had they really never talked about it?

“I was out on an assignment. Took a vampires ‘meal’ practically from his mouth. He retaliated by breaking my leg and trying to get at me instead.” Alex flinched at the memory. “His teeth ripped tendons and muscle and it just wasn’t repairable.”

Michael’s lips were soft against his skin as he rolled to cover Alex with his whole body. His kisses trailed lower and lower as Alex ran a gentle hand through his hair. He nipped at his hip quickly before moving on. He placed kisses down his thigh to his knee. Alex’s heart fluttered at the sweetness.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could fix it now.”

Alex tugged him back up his body, wrapping his legs around his hips. He pulled their foreheads together, holding Michael’s face tenderly.

“I love you,” he said. Michael’s mouth twitched up into a smile before he closed the distance between them. Alex sighed in bliss, tasting Michael’s tongue as it swept past his lips and over his own.

As much as he wanted to continue like this for the next eternity, there were some questions he couldn’t put off any longer. He let himself get carried away yesterday. Allowed himself to be completely consumed by everything that was Michael.

He pushed him back gently, propping himself up on his elbows. Michael seemed confused for a moment but then he just nodded and turned away from Alex and rolled off of him. He stared at the ceiling and the way his muscles tensed made Alex want to forget about it. But he couldn’t.

“Where were you?” Alex asked softly, reaching over to trace patterns on his chest. Michael took a deep breath.

“Not far. Chasing down Caber. Went all the way to Albuquerque before I was able to trace him down. Whatever your cop buddies shot him with, it did serious damage.” Alex’s nose twitched in annoyance. He was less than five hours away and he couldn’t just ask Alex for help?

“I hate that you went after him by yourself. You didn’t even tell Max and Isobel where you were,” he scolded gently, controlling his urge to yell.

“They knew. I told them not to tell you.”

The silence could have cut through steel. Alex had no response for him. He wanted to scream. Maybe cry. Curse him for days. Isobel and Max had known and they did nothing to help him. They saw him suffering and they did nothing.

“Please don’t blame them Alex. I begged them to keep you out of it.” Alex could barely contain the way his voice shook with anger.

“I don’t blame them… I was in pain Michael. Absolute agony. You left me with nothing. No information about how I was supposed to survive without you!” He ended up snapping toward the end. Alex shoved himself into a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair. The weight shifted next to him and the rough skin of Michael’s hand ran over his back.

“I know. I didn’t think—”

“Damn right you didn’t think! How could you ever think I would be better without you? You knew that I would suffer and you did it anyway.” He felt Michael’s lips press to his back and shoulders. “You were cruel.”

“I’m so sorry Alex.”

“Was it Caber that gave you those wounds?”

“No. A group of vampires controlled by an elder were after me.” Alex turned toward him, eyebrows drawn together.

“What do you mean?”

“At any one time there’s a handful of vampires that are the oldest. That group of four or five is granted special abilities. One being the ability to compel other vampires. All I know it that Alayna is the oldest. I haven’t met the others in my time alive.”

“So Alayna is sending hordes of vampires after you to what? Kill you?”

“I mean we don’t know if it’s Alayna for sure. The others could be anywhere. Maybe I insulted one without knowing it.” Alex gave a humorless laugh and shook his head. If the way Alayna acted was any indication, the elders were cruel and full of themselves. Wanting everyone to know exactly who they were. Vampire hierarchy didn’t tolerate disrespect. Alex knew that first hand.

“It’s nothing to worry about, ok? I took care of them. They seemed like they were new.” He ‘took care of them?’

“You killed all of them,” Alex mumbled out, almost in shock. New vampires that were turned for the sole purpose of hunting. Nausea settled in his stomach. Michael wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him against his chest and leaving a trail of light kisses on his neck.

“It was me or them Alex. They weren’t going to stop.” Alex let himself relax back against him. His eyes fluttered closed as he enjoyed the sweet attentions Michael was giving him.

He had always been surrounded by death, such is the nature of hunting vampires for a living. Being with Michael had just brought it to the front of his mind.

Michael’s hands drifted lower, scratching over his chest and abdomen. His tongue licked at the skin on the back of his neck before kissing and biting into the spot with blunt teeth. Alex sighed as he sucked another mark into his skin.

He let this continue longer than it should have. Michael’s hands were teasing on his waist and inching toward his thighs. Alex could feel the way Michael’s thighs squeezed together around him and the hardness growing against his back. Alex’s fingers twitched. He wanted to run them through his hair and hold his mouth against his neck.

“Is this your attempt at distracting me?” Alex mumbled.

“Only if it’s working,” he replied, nipping at his skin. He tried not to laugh but a small chuckle escaped anyway.

“One more question. For now at least.” Michael’s arms immediately moved to wrap around his waist, stopping his teasing. Alex weighed his words carefully, though there really wasn’t a different way to ask his question.

“Why now? Why come back now?”

Michael was quiet for a long time. Alex only felt his heartbeat against his back.

“I needed you. More than I ever thought.” He paused, squeezing Alex against him. “I was going crazy when I left you behind. I made it a couple weeks without feeding from a real person.” Alex’s jealousy spiked. He had fed from someone else. He tried to pull away but Michael held him close, wrapping his arms around him tighter.

“Don’t misunderstand. The blood bags weren’t working as well as they used to. I was hungry all the time. I wasn’t at full strength and if I wanted to take down Caber, I needed to be. So I went to a blood ball to feed, thinking having you around made me spoiled.”

Alex stared at a spot on his bed, fighting off the jealousy that threatened to make him explode in anger. He understood Michael’s position. He knew that if he didn’t feed, he would be weak. Alex forced himself to stay quiet.

“It was then I realized that it wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter whether it was in a bag or fresh. It wasn’t you. My body depends on you. Drinking from a bag or from someone else kept me alive. You keep me strong.”

“Why didn’t you come back then?” Alex asked quietly.

“Because I couldn’t. I couldn’t come back to you without getting rid of the reason I left in the first place. I couldn’t fail you like that.” Alex just shook his head.

“I wouldn’t have thought that.”

“Maybe. But I needed to protect you. And if Caber were to overpower me while you’re nearby? I could drive myself into bloodlust just from imagining it.” Alex let his shoulders relax. “You’re my person Alex. And I can’t let anyone else have you. For any reason.”

“None of that really answers my question you know,” he pointed out. As much as his heart was pounding after his confessions, he needed more information. He felt Michael nod.

“I started getting attacked by the newborns after about two months of tracking Caber. It started as small groups that seemed more like vampires that were high on the new power, not realizing I was stronger than them.

“But they just kept coming. More frequently and in larger groups. I found Caber about two weeks ago. He was building his strength again, leaving a trail of bodies behind him. I tried to kill him but he ran. It might have been my only chance to fight him as an equal and I let him get away. I assumed he came back here to finish his ritual so I came back. I’ve been watching you from a distance for a few days. You seemed like you were happy and I couldn’t just crash back into your life.”

“And yet?”

“A group ambushed me. One tried to inherit you from me, which is why I had all those bites on my neck.” Alex spun toward him as much as he could. The question didn’t have time to leave his lips. “It’s a process where if a vampire drains another and then poisons their heart with their venom, they can take the vampires power and anyone they have claimed. It’s not easy, and not something a new vamp would know about. So he was told about the process by someone much older and compelled to attempt it.”

“Why are you assuming he was compelled?”

“Because the power difference should have been obvious to him. He wouldn’t have dared to even try if he was sane. The only reason he got his teeth in me at all is because I was outnumbered and weak.”

Michael unwound an arm from his waist. Lifting his hand to brush the hair off Alex’s forehead, his eyes searched his face, looking for any unasked questions. His fingers trailed down Alex’s face to his neck and to the mark. Alex tilted his head to the side as his eyes fluttered closed. He heard Michael suck in a sharp breath before his lips were pressed to his throat, kissing gently.

“Why did you fall off my roof when you had already knocked on the door?” Michael’s arms tightened around him.

“Because I had a moment of clarity where I was going to run. I saw the way you reacted to me. The way your mark hurt you when it sensed I was near. I don’t want to hurt you. But I had lost too much blood and I lost consciousness. The next thing I remember is you kneeling in front of me, pulling me closer. And I just couldn’t control myself anymore.”

Alex traced his fingers over the arms wrapped around him. Control. Everything about vampires was about control. And he wanted nothing more than to push him far enough so he lost it. If Alex wasn’t human… maybe he would stop holding himself back.

“I’m still the most dangerous person for you to be around. If I lose control again…” Michael mumbled against his skin. Alex stopped his voice by pulling him closer. A hand threading through his hair and holding his mouth against his throat.

“You won’t. And even if you did, it’s you. So I wouldn’t mind.” Michael groaned and suddenly Alex found himself on his back again. Michael hovered over him, lips just brushing against his. His wrists were pinned on the bed next to his head.

“You are just asking to be devoured Alex Manes.” Alex grinned at the threat.

“Promise?”

-

His back was killing him the next day. Alex knew he should have taken Michael up on a bath and massage but that also came with the risk of making it even worse. Michael had kept him in bed all day apart from the necessary food and shower breaks. Though the shower hadn’t been much of a break either. So instead he sat at his work desk, trying not to bend his back. He flinched as he turned to face his computer.

“Afterglow is one thing, but maybe you should tell whatever partner you have to take it easy on you,” Kyle commented, leaning against his desk. Alex glanced up from his screen to roll his eyes at him.

“And I thought you left for Roswell already.” Kyle had showed up in his driveway this morning as he was getting into his car. He had said there was something important that he needed to take care of before leaving. Not that he didn’t appreciate the company but hiding the fact that Michael was back was much more difficult when he was actually around.

“Chief has a lead on Caber.” His fingers froze over the keys.

“Why are you telling me?” his voice steady but suspicious.

“Because he wants you to be a part of the plan to take him down.” Alex should have been elated. He had wanted nothing except to get back out in the field for months now. If only as a distraction. Now it was different. Michael was back and Caber could be stronger than ever.

Caber (as far as Michael knew) wasn’t an elder but that didn’t change the fact that he had connections to them. Alex couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all connected to Alayna. But why would she want to hurt Michael? From what Alex could tell, she actually liked him. Then again maybe she didn’t like anyone.

“When’s the briefing?”

“Right now.” Alex shot up from his seat. Probably too fast as a sharp pain ran up his spine. Alex did his best not to flinch but Kyle chuckled at him. “Should we put you on medical leave now?”

“Fuck off,” he scolded as a smile settled on his face.

Michael hadn’t gone easy on him. But Alex had kind of egged him on more than was probably necessary. He remembered the way Michael’s hand gripped his hair, pressing his head into the mattress. The overstimulation had been too much after a while but Alex had just wanted him more.

-

“I think you’ve lost your touch Michael,” Alex taunted. Michael’s eyes glowed red. “I’m not begging yet.” Michael gave an evil laugh as he tightened the rope around Alex’s wrists. He yanked him down by his ankle so Alex was completely stretched out.

There was no warning when he wrapped his mouth around his cock. He had already cum at least four times since waking up and he wasn’t sure how many more he had in him. Alex moaned anyway, attempting to thrust himself deeper into his mouth. Michael held his hips still as he pulled on the ropes around his wrists.

“Lost my touch you say?” Michael teased back as he dragged the tip of his tongue over the underside of his cock up to the head before sucking him in again. His whole body shook and he bit his lip to keep his moans in.

Michael pulled his legs apart and pushed them up, exposing his hole that still dripped with cum and lube. He couldn’t hold back as Michael’s tongue started tracing the rim. Alex’s back arched as much as Michael would allow. He tasted blood from his lip as he groaned and pulled on the ropes. Michael’s fingers gripped his thighs as his tongue slipped inside his ass.

Alex tried to grind himself onto his face but being bent in half kind of inhibited that. Instead Michael tortured him, slipping his tongue in and out of his hole but never enough to be satisfying.

“You know to make it stop,” Michael taunted, nipping at the sensitive skin of his thighs. Alex took a shaky breath and smirked down at him.

“I won’t beg. You’ll eventually give me what I want anyway.”

It was then he was flipped onto his stomach, arms twisting as Michael yanked his waist up and spread his cheeks. Alex tried to push himself onto his elbows at the least, but Michael was gripping his hair, forcing his face into the mattress.

“I think you’re forgetting exactly who you’re dealing with.”

-

“Manes! Let’s go,” Kyle called, waving a hand in front of his face. Alex shook his head and felt the blush creeping onto his cheeks. Damn him for being his every waking thought.

Alex followed Kyle to the meeting room where a small group of officers sat around a glass table. Some drank coffee and others fiddled on phones. But they all looked up when he walked into the room.

Dan stood in front of a blank white board they used for mapping out theories and clues. His arms were crossed as he tapped his fingers against his skin. Alex ignored the stares as he stood in front of his boss.

“Welcome back to the field, Manes. I would have kept you on desk duty longer but we need information that Kyle believes only you have.” Alex didn’t know if his annoyance showed on his face but he felt his eyebrow twitch.

“I’ve told you before, Sir. I’m perfectly fine to go into the field. Have been for months.” He just nodded in response and picked up a file, handing it to Alex.

“What information do you have on Caber? Why is he obsessed with sacrifices? And why did he come after you?”

“Why would I know why he’s doing sacrifices? I know about as much as you do maybe less because you haven’t kept me in the loop. And the only reason he came after me was because I got in the way of a sacrifice.”

“There’s got to be something else. What about the Vampire that claimed you?” Alex raised an eyebrow.

“What does Michael have to do with this?”

“Is he back?” Alex hesitated to answer, worried that they were looking into him as a suspect again.

“No. I haven’t seen or heard from him in months.” Dan looked Alex up and down and then nodded.

“We had reports of a group of vampires roaming the streets only to find all of them dead in a ditch. We all know that vampires are very protective of their claimed and I thought maybe he was trying to protect you.” Alex still wasn’t seeing the logic. He should have no reason to connect Michael to the case.

“I’m not following sir.”

“Caber tried to use you as a sacrifice right? Your vampire got in the way of that. As revenge he must have sent a group to find you.”

“With all due respect sir, I thought we were going to fill Alex in on the plan to take Caber down,” Kyle interjected, sounding just as confused by this line of questions as Alex felt. Dan cleared his throat and nodded.

“Yes, my apologies. In short, Alex, we want you to be the bait. Whatever reason it may be, revenge or fascination or otherwise, Caber wants you. Sorry for the interrogation, I just don’t want to go in blind or risk your vampire swooping in to protect you and ruining the whole operation.”

Michael would not be okay with this plan. Being that it was practically the same one that they tried five months ago and that one didn’t pan out right either. The difference was that they would be prepared this time. With enough back up and anti-vampire weapons to make sure they put an end to him.

“What do you need from me?” Dan gave a small, proud grin and pointed to the folder in Alex’s hand.

“A detailed action plan is laid out in there. We plan to move tomorrow. We have reason to believe that he will be performing the final sacrifice.” Alex flipped through the pages, skimming them before looking back up at Dan.

“How do you know it’s the final one?”

“It happens to be in the center of all the other sacrifices. I could be wrong of course. But better to treat it like it’s our last chance than to drag this out any longer.” Alex stopped on the page with the list of known sacrifice locations. A detail jumping out at him that he hadn’t noticed before.

“And you’re positive that these last five were sacrifices set up by Caber?” Dan raised an eyebrow.

“Almost certain. They match the pattern. Why?”

Something Michael had mentioned. He said he chased Caber all the way to Albuquerque months ago and only recently had he come back. Caber wasn’t even in town when these were performed. Alex gripped the folder.

Caber wasn’t the only one making sacrifices.

“Do we think he had help? He was critically injured from our last encounter wasn’t he?” Alex asked, still trying to keep Michael a secret.

“He’s a vampire. He must have fed shortly after and healed himself quickly. If you have another lead I’m all ears.” Alex’s eyebrows drew together. He wanted to say that Alayna might be behind it, but he couldn’t imagine her getting her hands dirty for something like that. She turned a group of vampires just to hunt down Michael. She wouldn’t perform sacrifices herself.

“No. Just a thought.”

-

“Absolutely fucking not!” Alex had expected this reaction. Michael stood from the couch in a huff, running a hand through his hair. “How can you think even for a second that I would stay out of it?”

“Because I’m asking you to,” Alex said firmly. Michael scoffed and shook his head. “It’s different this time. We’ll have weapons and adequate backup.”

“It’s no different! You’re going to end up dead and I’ll hate myself for the rest of my life. I can’t let you go in alone.” Alex stood slowly, inching toward Michael as though he were a wild animal that would run away.

“I’m worried about you Michael. If they find out you’re back, you might become a suspect again.” Alex took his hand gently, threading their fingers together. “My boss already suspects that you’re the one who killed that roaming group of vampires. I told him I hadn’t heard from you.”

Michael cursed under his breath and pulled away from Alex, pacing through the living room. His heart ached watching him. He appreciated the concern but this needed to end. He wasn’t thrilled about being the bait either but Caber did seem to have it out for him. Even if it was just to get back at Michael.

“Come on baby,” Alex tried. “Trust me. I won’t underestimate him this time.”

Michael just shook his head and crossed the room to stand in front of Alex again. He took his face in his hands, running his thumb gently over his cheeks. He rested his head against Alex’s and took a deep breath.

“I can’t lose you, Alex,” he mumbled. Alex covered his hands with his own and closed the distance between them. Michael kissed him back sweetly, chasing his lips as he pulled away after a few moments.

“You won’t lose me. And I don’t want to lose you either. So please stay away from the operation.” Michael kissed him again without answering, encouraging his lips to part as he swept his tongue over them.

Alex allowed himself to be distracted, opening up for Michael and running his hands down his arms to his waist, pulling him closer. Michael took full advantage of his willingness to comply. He pushed Alex back until he hit the wall, hands shifting to grab at the short hair at the back of his head. Alex’s hands slipped under the t-shirt, gripping his waist. It was when Michael nibbled on his lip that an idea came to him.

“Turn me,” Alex breathed out as Michael ran his lips down to his throat.

Michael went ridged. He pulled himself away from Alex almost violently, as though he had been shocked. His eyes were wide as he watched Alex. Red creeped in at the edges.

“No, Alex.” Alex clenched his fists and stepped toward Michael.

“You’re so worried about my safety then why not just turn me and reduce the risk?”

“Alex, I told you not to say that to me.” His voice shook as he backed up. He turned his face away, hiding his eyes. Alex remembered his warning from when they first met. Now he was betting on the temptation working in his favor.

“Why? I love you Michael. You love me.”

“It’s because I love you. I can’t subject you to a life like this.” Michael’s back hit the opposite wall as Alex continued to walk toward him slowly. He just hoped Michael wouldn’t run from him again. But based on his inability to go anywhere except backwards, he figured he was too distracted by Alex’s offer.

“So first it was because you didn’t love me and now it’s because you do?” Michael covered his mouth but not before Alex saw his fangs poking out from his lips. He groaned as Alex continued to move closer.

“I have never not loved you Alex.” His heart pounded as he stopped an arm’s length away from him. “As soon as I saw you, I knew I was fucked. Then you let me taste you… Let me claim you. It was the first time I didn’t curse my existence; didn’t hate what I was. Because I knew I found my perfect match.”

“Built from the same star some would say,” Alex mumbled, having read it in a book a long time ago.

Michael finally met his eyes again. His glowed red as Alex closed the last of the distance between them, grabbing his wrist and moving it from in front of his face.

“I told you not to hide from me.” Alex lifted his wrist to his mouth, kissing the pulse point before nipping gently. “Turn me Michael. I want to be with you forever.”

Michael slid down the wall to his knees, his arm slipping from Alex’s grip. He took Alex’s hand instead, pressing kisses to the back of it and eventually turning it to kiss his palm and fingers. Michael looked up at Alex, tears threatening to fall.

“I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled. Alex fell to his knees in front of him, crushing their mouths together, determined to prove to Michael that this was real. That he wanted this. Wanted him.

They grabbed at each other, Michael literally tearing the shirt from his body. His nails dragged roughly over Alex’s skin, making him flinch and gasp. Michael tossed the scraps to the side as his tongue darted between his lips. Alex wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him away from the wall and eventually laying him on the ground.

He straddled his thighs as his fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Michael’s hands moved to his waist, pulling their hips together and rocking him gently. Alex groaned against his lips before gasping in a breath. He finally pulled the last button free and shoved the shirt off Michael’s shoulders. He sat up briefly to shrug the clothing all the way off before Alex was pinning him to the floor again.

Alex only held Michael’s arms in place for a moment before dragging his hands down to his jeans, yanking the belt open then the button. Michael sighed and ran his hands up Alex’s back, fingers digging into the muscles.

Alex leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Michael’s collarbone as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Michael grabbed his head, holding him against his skin. Alex wrapped his hand around his half hard cock, stroking it slowly. A low groan fell from his lips as his hips rocked up into his fist.

Alex moved his free hand next to Michael’s head, holding himself up as he moved his kisses up his throat. His own jeans were far too tight at this point but he wanted to focus on Michael and convincing him that this was what was supposed to happen. Living an eternity together.

“Turn me,” he breathed over his pulse point.

“Alex…” Michael moaned as his hand squeezed his cock, bringing it to full attention. “This isn’t fair.”

Alex sank his teeth into his skin. Michael’s whole body arched against him. His nails scratched his scalp, calling out his name again. He sucked on the spot, making sure to leave a dark mark just like Michael had done to him the night before. He pulled away to rest their foreheads together, so they felt the breath of each other. Michael panted and tried to kiss him again but Alex pulled himself back.

“I can handle it Michael. We belong together. Turn me.”

“Damnit Alex.”

Suddenly Alex was the one on his back. Michael hovered above him, holding Alex’s hand on his cock that was mostly out of his underwear. With his free hand, he pushed the fabric down his legs, kicking it to the side when he finally got it to his ankles. Completely naked and Alex still had to keep himself from drooling at the sight.

“You never get tired of pushing me into bloodlust do you?” His eyes glowed as he allowed the movement of Alex’s hand again. He unzipped Alex’s jeans and pulled them down but only enough that his cock was free of the fabric.

The air made Alex gasp and the cool touch of Michael’s hand didn’t help. They stroked each other, Michael inching closer so they could rub against the other. Alex cursed under his breath as his eyes fluttered closed.

He only heard the sounds of their panting and small whines. Eventually Michael’s lips found his, swallowing the groan that slipped out when he started rubbing his thumb over the tip. He spread the pre-cum over the head and down the sides. Michael pushed Alex’s hand away, instead holding them together and jerking them both off. The wetness leaking from the tips eased the friction.

Alex reached around Michael’s waist, dragging his nails over his back. Michael’s eyes glowed as he leaned over him, his breath brushing over his lips. Alex pushed himself up on his elbows, pressing their mouths together. Their hips rocked together, steadily increasing the pace.

“I need more,” Alex mumbled out, clenching his hands into fists.

“More of what?” Michael taunted back, breathless.

“Of you. I need all of you.” He felt Michael’s grin against his lips. He pulled away, releasing his cock and grabbing the waistband of Alex’s jeans instead. He yanked them down to his knees and Alex scrambled to turn onto his stomach.

He pressed his face into the wood, ignoring the discomfort that came with it. He reached behind him, spreading himself open for Michael’s hungry stare. He reached out and teased a finger over Alex’s hole before running his hand over his ass and thighs.

“Fuck me Michael. Use me. And don’t hold back,” Alex pleaded. A low groan escaped Michael’s lips as he leaned forward, pressing his tongue against his ass. Alex pushed himself back against his face with a whine. Michael traced the rim, pushing the tip just past the entrance, letting his saliva coat the opening. Alex tried pushing himself back again but Michael was pulling away.

“I oughta get a gag for that pretty mouth. You have this tendency to rush me,” he said, trailing kisses up his spine. Alex’s cock jumped at the suggestion. “You want me to stop holding back? Is that why you want me to turn you?”

He pressed his leaking cock against his hole. Alex didn’t dare respond to the question. Just bit his lip and tried to push back onto him. Michael kept himself settled right at his entrance.

“You want me to turn you so I can ruin you? So I can fuck you for days and never have enough? So you can get high on my blood and venom?” He pushed the head in slightly. Alex could only moan in response.

A loud banging on the front door had both of them jumping. Alex’s eyes darted to the locked entrance and then to his torn shirt on the floor. He felt his face heat up as he tried to crawl away from where Michael was still pressed against him. The pain from the pressure on his knee became noticeable as sense re-entered his brain. Michael grabbed his hips before he could move too far, pressing the head of his cock just past the rim of his ass

“Ignore it,” he growled. And god Alex wanted to. Michael teased him with his cock, just barely pushing in before pulling back out. Alex’s legs shook and his cock was harder than ever. But just as he closed his eyes to let Michael take control again, the knock returned, more insistent.

“Michael, I have to answer it.” Another three knocks and a muffled voice.

“Alex, open up.” Kyle’s voice brought him back into the real world, pulling away from Michael no matter how much his body screamed for him to do the opposite.

Alex scrambled to his feet, pulling his pants up as he went. He looked back at where Michael sat on the floor, seeming unconcerned with the fact he was naked and more annoyed that they had been interrupted. He looked Alex up and down, tracing his tongue over his fangs. Alex twitched in his jeans and tore his eyes away from him. He didn’t trust his body to resist him when he looked like that.

“Go upstairs and hide. I’ll see what he wants.”

“You’re going to answer the door like that?” Alex heard the jealousy laced through his voice.

“You ripped my shirt. And it’s just Kyle. Now go upstairs.”

He heard the shuffling of his body and then his hardness was pressed against his lower back. Michael licked a teasing trail up his neck and nipped his ear. Alex barely let out a sigh before Kyle’s knocking became panicked.

“Come on Manes this isn’t funny! I will break down this door.”

“Don’t make me wait too long,” Michael whispered next to his ear. Then he vanished.

Alex chanced a look behind him and he was nowhere to be seen. His clothes and the scraps from Alex’s torn shirt were gone. Alex shook his head and rushed to the door, unlocking and pulling it open.

“Breaking the door is not necessary,” he said as his eyes met Kyle’s.

“Damn dude. You’re seriously going to give me a heart attack one of these days.” Alex stepped to the side to let him into the front room. He watched his eyes as they ran over everything, making sure nothing was out of place.

“What are you looking for exactly?” Alex asked when he started pacing the room. Kyle stopped and took one more glace around. His shoulders seemed to relax as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

“Nothing. Just worried about why it took you so long to answer the door.” Alex looked away to hide the blush.

“Well I was going to get in the shower when you started threatening to break down my door. I don’t exactly move very fast when I don’t have my prosthesis.” Kyle looked him up and down and a grin settled on his face.

“Right… can you tell whatever bed buddy is here that we have some things to discuss and to come back later? Not that I don’t appreciate the view Manes, but you never answer the front door with unbuttoned jeans and fresh scratch marks.”

Alex looked down at himself for the first time. Kyle was right. His jeans were unbuttoned and his arousal was still plainly obvious. Light pink lines were forming on his waist and hips where Michael had grabbed him. Alex sighed and ran a hand through his hair, which he now realized was probably messed up too.

“Look,” Kyle started, lowering his voice. “It’s not my business who you sleep with or how often. But if you’re using this as a way to replace Michael, I promise it’s not going to work. Find someone who cares about you.” Alex was touched by the concern. He smiled and nodded at Kyle.

“Who, like you? Change your mind about being straight, Valenti?” he teased. Kyle snorted.

“Dude, the way you look right now, I might have to bend just to put you out of your misery. You seriously look wrecked.” Alex only had time to roll his eyes before a low growl reached his ears and arms wrapped around his waist.

Michael yanked him back, away from Kyle who’s eyes were blown wide as he recognized him. Alex squirmed in Michael’s arms, trying to see exactly what Kyle was seeing.

“I suggest you stay there or you can kiss your chances of ever having children goodbye,” Michael threatened lowly. Alex watched the way Kyle clenched his fists to stop himself from trembling. Michael held him tighter, slowly pulling him backwards.

“Michael stop. What’s going on,” Alex tried asking. Kyle’s hand inched toward the gun at his hip. He struggled in Michael’s arms again finally succeeding in turning around.

His eyes glowed in a different way than before. His pupils slit and the red bright instead of muted. Anger rolled off him in waves. His fingers dug into Alex’s skin as he hyper focused on Kyle. His teeth we on full display, longer than Alex had ever seen them. Low growls slipped from his mouth.

Alex grabbed his face, forcing his attention to shift. He pressed their foreheads together, making soft hushing noises.

“Hey, everything is fine. I’m fine. He wouldn’t hurt me.” Michael’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to see around Alex. He held him steady, brushing his lips against his.

“He said wanted you…” Michael mumbled out. Alex sighed and pressed his mouth to Michael’s briefly.

“No baby. It was a joke. I’m yours, ok? I’m all yours,” he whispered comfortingly. Michael tried to pull away but he held him steady. “All yours. I’m yours and you are mine. I don’t want anyone else.”

Michael’s grip on his skin loosened slowly. He slowed his breathing to match Alex’s as his eyes dimmed back to their normal shade of brown. Michael closed the distance between them, kissing him firmly and teasing his tongue over his lips.

Alex didn’t know how long they had been standing there, but the sound of Kyle clearing his throat suggested longer than he should have allowed.

“Well this explains some things,” Kyle said, trying to sound nonchalant. Alex turned back toward him, holding onto Michael’s hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” he offered.

“Why? I get it. The chief wasn’t exactly subtle about considering Michael a person of interest again.” His eyes shifted from Alex to the man standing behind him. His eyebrows narrowed as he crossed his arms. “But I won’t pretend to not be pissed at the guy who quite literally ruined your life for five months.”

“Stay out of it Valenti,” Michael snapped.

“Screw you! You weren’t here! You didn’t have to see the way he was falling apart. Literally. He could hardly get out of bed most days. You didn’t have to see the physical pain you put him through. So no. I’m not going to stay out of it. And let me be clear that if you ever do something like that to him again, I’ll kill you myself.”

Alex felt Michael grip his hand but he didn’t respond. He squeezed his hand back briefly and rubbed his thumb over the skin. They would have to talk about this more later.

“Just keep this between us ok? I don’t want the chief knowing he’s here.”

“Because you’re worried he’ll be targeted as an accomplice,” he stated matter-of-factly. Alex nodded. “The chief thinks Caber has help. And when you brought it up in the meeting… it was obvious you had outside information from somewhere.” Alex cursed under his breath.

“Caber wasn’t even in the area when the sacrifices were performed. Someone was acting in his place.” Kyle nodded.

“But without any leads you can’t exactly bring it up.”

“Exactly.”

Kyle started to pace, running a hand over his jaw. Alex looked back at Michael, trying to gauge his reaction to all of this. His face was emotionless as he watched the other man. He glanced down at Alex. His face didn’t change but he squeezed his hand.

“Chief claims he doesn’t have any leads either but I think he might be considering Michael.”

“But why?” Alex demanded.

“I wish I knew. All those questions about him today… He’s definitely considering him for something.” Kyle stopped pacing and looked at Michael again. “Which is why you need to stay far away from the mission tomorrow.”

“You don’t get to just waltz in here and tell me how to protect my claimed,” Michael growled, stepping in front of Alex. Kyle rolled his eyes.

“I’m not. But you showing up tomorrow would ruin the whole plan. And I don’t need you being taken in by police and throwing Alex into another spiral.” Michael took a threatening step toward him, a low growl just barely audible.

“Oh knock it off, both of you,” Alex snapped, yanking Michael back. He sighed as he looked between them. “Look, Kyle it won’t be a problem. Michael won’t be there to mess it up.”

“When the hell did I agree—”

“Michael, we will talk about this later,” Alex cut him off. He glared at Michael, daring him to argue.

“Alex, I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were walking into. There’s a very real chance you could get seriously hurt.” Alex smiled at him and stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“This is my job Kyle. Just like it’s yours. I know the risks and if it’s to protect people then I wouldn’t choose anything different.”

“… Did you read the operation plan yet?” Kyle asked hesitantly. Alex glanced to where the manila folder sat on an end table. He had flipped through a few pages but hadn’t looked in depth.

He moved to grab the file but Michael was there faster, practically ripping the paper trying to open it. His eyes scanned the pages and Alex watched as they flashed red. He took a deep breath before shutting the file and shoving it into Alex’s chest. He stormed upstairs as Alex watched his back.

“You’re bait Manes. You knew that. What the Chief didn’t tell you, was that you would be alone. That he’s going to let Caber begin the sacrifice with you and while Caber is high on your blood, then we would move in and attack.”

“Why is he so certain that Caber will drink my blood at all?”

“He’s not. But if our theory is correct in assuming he wants revenge, he’ll most likely revel in it. Be too distracted with theatrics to pay attention to us.”

“Vampires are stronger after they feed. Caber could wipe out the whole team.”

“Which is why you’re going to drink a poison our lab created. Remember that girl you saved? Liz? She’s working with us now. Turns out she’s a biomedical engineer. The poison won’t harm you but any vampire that drinks your blood will, in theory, enter a state of paralysis.”

Alex glanced over the papers in his hand and swallowed. They crinkled in his hand as he gripped them tighter with every word he read. He looked back up at Kyle.

“So I ask again. Are you sure you want to do this?”

-

Alex stared at his own closed door. He knew why Michael was pissed. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about the situation himself. He always had the bad habit of jumping into things without thinking them through first. He laughed at himself. That was exactly what got him into this situation in the first place. But then again, if he wasn’t like that… he wouldn’t have Michael.

He grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open. He looked around the room and found Michael standing and staring out the window. The sun was setting but still shown directly into the window. Michael was gripping the window sill and his skin was red, as though he was burning.

Alex blinked before he realized what was happening. He jumped toward the vampire, pulling him away from the window and yanking the blinds shut.

“Michael! What the hell are you thinking?” Alex grabbed his shoulders, looking over his bare chest and arms as the red started to fade as his body healed itself.

“I needed something to control myself,” Michael mumbled. Alex’s eyebrows drew together as he shook his head.

“You don’t need to hurt yourself!”

“I did.” Alex ran his hands up to rest on his face, holding him gently. “I wish I could properly convey the anger I feel when you have complete disregard for your own life.”

“It’s to help people.”

“Why are they more deserving of life than you?” Michael snapped. Alex flinched back as Michael’s gaze pierced through him. He watched as tears pooled in his eyes and his jaw clenched to keep them from falling. “I can’t lose you. Not to something as stupid as trying to stop a piece of shit like Caber.”

The tears spilled over and Alex wiped them away as they fell. Michael’s hands found their way to his waist and pulled him closer. Alex pressed his forehead to his. They stood for a while, breathing each other in. Their lips occasionally bushed together but neither pushed for more.

“You won’t lose me. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that. Not with a plan that puts you at the mercy of a revenge hungry vampire.”

Alex wouldn’t deny being nervous. Things could so easily go wrong but what other choice did he have? He couldn’t back out when lives were at stake. And if Caber was gone, that would be one less threat to Michael.

“Michael. Please just trust me.”

“Alex—”

He kissed him then, stopping any further protesting. Mouths slipping over each other. Hands wandering over his bare skin. Alex pushed him back slowly, nipping at his lip and tangling his fingers in the untamed curls.

Michael’s fingers dug into his skin as he sighed. He pulled Alex on top of him as he stumbled back onto the bed. Alex sat on his lap, trapping his head between his arms as he held himself up. Michael’s hands ran up his back, grabbing at his skin and kneading his muscles.

Alex rocked his hips against his at a steady pace. Their lips separated as they both sighed from the friction, foreheads pressed together. Rain wrapped around Alex as he breathed Michael in. He wanted to smell more of him. Alex dragged his lips over his jaw, occasionally nipping at the skin. He pressed open mouthed kisses to his throat, tongue teasing at the pulse point. Michael’s head rolled to the side to give him better access.

He couldn’t help but moan at the way the simple action drove him crazy. And maybe he was finally understanding why Michael couldn’t resist him when he did it. His most vulnerable spot, all for Alex’s taking. He could kill him and yet all he wanted was to press his lips to the skin and mark him as his own.

So he bit into the skin gently, taking Michael’s hands from his back and pressed them into the mattress. Their fingers entwined as Alex refocused on his attentions on the mark he had left earlier. Michael pressed his body up against him, a small whine sneaking out from his lips.

“Hey,” Michael mumbled out. Alex removed himself slowly, sitting up so he could see his face. “Go get that knife on the dresser.” His voice shook with barely contained need. Red creeped in at the edges of his eyes, fangs poking out from his lips.

Alex looked over his shoulder at his knife that he had on the first day they met. It hadn’t moved since they used it in a situation similar to this. He pushed himself up from the bed and grabbed it. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at it.

Michael took it gently from his hands and pushed himself back until he was sitting up against the headboard. Alex turned toward him and watched as he undid the button on his pants and pushed them down before kicking them off the side of the bed. Alex looked down at his own pants and stood again. He pushed them down his legs along with his underwear. He stumbled slightly with his prosthesis but Michael didn’t seem concerned. He stood at the edge of the bed completely naked, looking down at the other man in his bed.

“Come here,” Michael demanded lowly.

Alex crawled onto the bed and toward Michael, staying on all fours until they were face to face. He pressed his mouth to Michael’s and lifted a hand to drag it down his chest to his groin that throbbed when his fingers wrapped around it.

Michael groaned against his lips but pushed his hand away gently. Alex held himself up instead, jumping slightly when Michael leaned forward into his kiss and his fingers brushed over the edge of his prosthesis. His other hand pushed Alex to the side, forcing him to sit next to him on the bed. Michael kissed him again as he started to release the pressure. He let his fingers brush against his skin at every opportunity.

He eventually tugged the metal and plastic limb off, pulling away from Alex’s lips only to set it on the floor next to the bed. Alex pushed himself up onto his knees again, swinging his leg over Michael’s, sitting on his thighs. He grabbed his face, pulling at the hair as he ran his fingers through it. Michael wrapped his arms around his waist as their lips came together again.

Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. Every arch of Alex’s body, Michael mirrored with his own, keeping their bodies connected at as many points as possible. Alex slipped his tongue between Michael’s lips, tracing the point of a fang before running it over his tongue. He moaned and gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises.

Michael pulled him closer, forcing their cocks to rub together. Alex rocked his hips, loving the feeling of it. He didn’t get to enjoy it for long before Michael was releasing him and pushing him back slightly.

Alex stared into red eyes. He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and he could have giggled in delight at the way Michaels eyes followed the movement.

The sound of metal clicking drew his attention. Michael held the knife in his hand, pressing his thumb against the sharp edge. A small dribble ran down the blade and he lifted the knife to Alex’s lips. The warm liquid dripped onto his bottom lip and he immediately licked it away. Alex ran his hand over the arm holding the knife before carefully pressing his tongue against the blade where Michael’s blood dripped.

The coppery taste sent an inferno burning under his skin. His mark throbbed and he flinched, pressing too hard against the blade, opening a small cut on his tongue. Michael pulled the blade away immediately, panic crossing his face for only a moment. Then he reached up with his free hand, holding Alex’s face delicately. He brought the knife to his own throat, running the tip over the skin and then opening a small wound. He flicked the knife closed and turned his head to the side again.

Michael watched Alex as he pulled his head in to his neck. Alex checked his eyes, looking for any hint that he didn’t want this.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Yes. My life is yours.”

Alex leaned forward, kissing his jaw a couple times. He felt his own blood pooling on his tongue. He moved down and hovered over the still bleeding wound for a moment before pressing his tongue against it. Michael’s hand flew up to scratch at his back. Alex moaned as he let his lips completely cover the wound. He bit gently around the area and Michael’s nails bit into him.

Visions flashed through his mind…

Him and Michael. Bodies burning as they moved together.

Michael drinking from his wrist.

Alex, teeth prominent and sinking into Michael’s shoulder.

Both of them with glowing eyes.

Fighting.

Living…

Both as vampires.

One of Michael’s hands grabbed at his hair, holding his mouth to his throat. Alex’s hips grinding against Michael’s only moved faster as he stroked them both with his free hand. Michael moaned loudly as the blood slipped down Alex’s throat.

His mark was insisting on the roles being reversed in a different way. Michael’s blood ran through his system, overtaking everything. The fire in his veins demanded a change. Something to cool it. To complete the transition.

Alex pulled away, panting and capturing Michael’s mouth instead. They tasted each other, no clear distinction of who was who anymore.

Then Michael was pushing him back and standing from the bed. It was as though time slowed as he watched Michael. He hadn’t even finished taking a breath before Michael was back on the bed with a bottle of lube, pulling Alex on top of him again.

But he had seen every step he took. Every flex of his back and arms as he opened drawers. It was less than a second of time but his eyes were sharper now. He could pick out the individual flecks of gold hidden under the glowing red of Michael’s eyes.

Their lips came together again and Alex could only whimper at how sweet Michael tasted. He tasted like sex and the smell of rain only enhanced it. They could have been in a forest covered in damp moss and Alex wouldn’t have known.

Michael’s fingers slid over his hole, the coolness of the lube a shock to his overheated body. His fingers slipped in easily. Two stretching him comfortably as he groaned against Michael’s lips. He felt him smile as he moved inside him slowly but with purpose. He pressed against the sweet spots of his walls and Alex’s cock could only throb in response.

“You saw what I wanted right? How badly I want to keep you with me forever?”

“Forever is a long time,” Alex teased, breathy and desperate. He pushed himself back on Michael’s fingers.

“I’ll just keep finding more ways to want you.”

Michael pressed against his prostate and Alex yelled out as pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock. He swallowed his moans as he kissed him again. Michael’s fingers scissoring him open as he rolled his hips in time with his strokes.

Alex’s whole body was shaking by the time Michael removed his fingers. Their kisses had turned sloppy and desperate. Biting and licking at the other’s lips. Michael grabbed Alex’s hips, adjusting him so he was positioned over his own member.

“Head back. Hands on my shoulders,” he ordered. He began to pull Alex down so the head of his cock pressed against his entrance. Alex moaned and tipped his head back, turning it to the side slightly to expose his mark. He gripped Michael’s shoulders to stop his hands from shaking.

Then Michael was at his throat, pressing kisses and sucking more bruises into his skin. He pulled Alex down more so he slipped past his rim. Alex moaned and tried to sink down faster but Michael held him steady.

“I love you,” tumbled from his mouth, like he couldn’t control his words anymore. He whispered it again and again, with every new kiss Michael pressed into his skin.

It was when Michael finally sank his fangs into his mark that he was pulled down fully onto him. He choked out a whine and moan as he dug his nails into Michael’s skin. His venom raced through his body. More visions danced across his eyes. Visions of him and Michael far into the future and exploring the world together.

Turn me… Please… turn me so I can spend forever with you.

Michael gripped his hips and lifted him slightly before pulling him back down. Alex gasped as his legs shook. Michael repeated the motion but faster, the head of his cock rubbing roughly against Alex’s prostate. Alex’s hips jerked and he grinded himself down.

Michael’s groan vibrated on his skin. He licked the wounds closed and met Alex’s lips as he turned his head to face him again. They panted against each other, Michael controlling the speed of his hips as he bounced on him.

“I love you.... I love you… turn me,” Alex gasped out. Michael whined and groaned, dragging his hands from his waist and up his back. He yanked Alex against him, his own hips jerking up as Alex was sinking down. Alex cursed and grabbed the headboard as his head fell to Michael’s shoulder.

“Not yet. Be patient.”

Alex groaned as his cock rubbed against Michael’s abs. He teetered on the edge but Michael kept him from moving too fast. He bit into his shoulder, earning another jerk of his hips right into his sweet spot.

“I’m so close. I need more, please,” he begged. Suddenly Michael’s hands vanished from his back and were pulling his face up to rest against his forehead.

“Take what you need. And don’t stop until I fill you up.” Alex let out a shaky sigh as he was given full control of the pace.

The headboard knocked against the wall as he lifted himself and sank back down until he was as deep as he could go. He shuddered as every curve of him hit all the right places. His hips rolled and learned the rhythm to push him closer to the edge.

Then Michael started matching his pace with thrusts of his own. Harder and harder as their moans and gasps grew louder. Alex moaned out his name as the creaks of the bed only spurred him on.

Michael whispered hot encouragement against his lips. Taunts and dirty words. Heat coiled down and Alex stumbled forward, kissing Michael roughly. He gripped the headboard tighter and grinded down against Michael, his rhythm breaking with every downstroke.

“I love you, Alex.”

Michael grabbed his hips, moving him faster than he could manage on his own. Alex groaned loudly as his orgasm rushed at him full speed. His legs shook as cum spurt out between them. Michael kept him moving as the last of his fluids ran down the length of him. His moans were broken as overstimulation kicked in.

His cock twitched as Michael’s own gasps and moans filled his ears. Michael shoved himself in to the base a final time as he started pulsing inside Alex. The warmth was enough to make Alex grind down even though he was spent.

Alex collapsed against him, breathing in his scent. Michael rocked him slowly as he came down from his orgasm. He could feel the liquid leaking around his rim but couldn’t bring himself to move from his place.

Eventually, Michael started tracing mindless patterns on his skin. But even that couldn’t distract from the pain in his knees for long. As though reading his mind, Michael wrapped an arm around Alex’s waist and slid them both into a lying down position.

Alex laid fully on top of Michael, using his chest as a pillow. He listened to his steady heartbeat and he could have fallen asleep to its rhythm.

“My blood is in your system. It won’t fade for a few days. So don’t you dare die. Understand me?” Alex adjusted so he was resting his chin on his hands. He smiled sweetly at Michael.

“I promise.” Michael ran a gentle hand through his hair, brushing it off his forehead.

“I want to be the one to turn you when the time is right. But I want you to think it over more.”

Alex was confident that he wouldn’t change his mind. He wanted this. Michael was the only one he would ever want. They were made for each other and nothing could convince him otherwise.

“Caber will smell me on you. Tell him I’ll come for you. That might distract him enough to give your team extra time.”

“I said I didn’t want you anywhere near this,” Alex started to argue.

“I have to be nearby Alex. I won’t interfere and Isobel and Max will be with me. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I let you do this and you died.” Alex watched his eyes and the way the never wavered away from him.

“Ok.” A surprised look crossed his face but then he nodded. “And I’m already sure of what I want. I don’t need to think about it anymore.” Michael gave a half laugh and pulled Alex in for a soft kiss. “I love you more than anything else in the world.” A blush dusted over Michael face as he smiled.

Everything was going to be fine.

[tintinwrites]

Sunday Morning With Pedro Characters but I’m Only Slightly an Asshole to the Characters

I love Pedro and everyone’s fics and headcanons for him and I’m kind of nice in this one anyway.

Agent Whiskey

you have brunch every Sunday and yes it is at Denny’s

it’s a little nice, though, listening to the mixed conversations of all the other people in the restaurant as the two of you quietly enjoy a meal

Jack keeps smiling across the table at you and it makes something in you flutter

“You make a man like myself enjoy Sunday morning like a black-bellied whistlin’ duck enjoys a quiet swim in the crick.”

you’re not sure how much a black-bellied whistling duck enjoys a quiet swim in the crick, but he reaches across the table to hold your hand over your Grand Slam and runs his thumb gently over your skin and you then understand everything about black-bellied whistling ducks

brunch is followed by a drive in that thing he calls a car

sometimes you go back to your or his place and canoodle (his words, not yours), but then there are times when he parks his car in a secluded little spot and you “come across the goods” (HIS WORDS, NOT YOURS) in the backseat

Sunday mornings with him are relaxed, but you are going to end up with your legs above your head thanks to that Southern charm

Comandante Veracruz

he sleeps in for an entire half hour

wakes you up with a smack to the ass so hard you wake up in another dimension

you mumble something to him about being a normal human being as he presses sucking, biting kisses along the side of your neck

“Your breakfast is ready.”

you know exactly what he means don’t even pretend you don’t it’s pressing into your thigh

and you suck his dick bc it’s fun and it makes him real soft afterwards (in two ways!)

he pounds two orgasms out of you with his fingers then gets up to get ready for his day

Sunday mornings with him are sexual obvs and then you lay in bed watching him gel his hair until he pats your ass and tells you to get up

Dave York

he’s never in bed when you wake up and that includes on Sundays

always sitting over a desk working on something that he won’t tell you about

it doesn’t really matter that you’re wearing his favorite sexy little nightgown and pouting in the doorway bc he doesn’t even look at you

“Go for a walk or something, I’m busy.”

you usually end up alone eating bland af eggs bc he doesn’t own seasonings since, and you quote, “Salt is spicy enough.”

but then he comes into the dining room with a self-satisfied smirk and he kisses your temple and takes you over the dining table real quick

do i mean quick

Sunday mornings with him are lonely and then sweaty...so sweaty...you don’t understand how he can sweat so much from thirty seconds of sex

Din Djarin

whatever the Star Wars equivalent of Sunday is, no one is the same with Din

sometimes you’re with him on a hunt for a bounty, sometimes you’re alone on the Razor Crest to watch the Child as he works, and then there are your favorites

no bounties, no running, just a handful of credits and some good food and lodging on the nearest good planet

“He likes it here.”

this is something Din muses as he watches the kid play with other younglings or explore or happily eat a new food

but sometimes you look up to find he’s staring at you as he says it and you wonder if he’s talking about himself without really telling you

you’ll probably tell him you love him on one of these days

Sunday mornings with him are different, but nice just because you’re with him. You especially like the ones where he’s happy and almost calm and let’s you in his room once the Child is asleep

Ezra

you’ve been up for an hour and he’s still passed out, face down in bed, snoring his head off

I don’t know if ‘noon’ exists in this world but that’s when he’ll be up

you’re walking around doing what needs to be done when you see him looking up at you with a little smile

“Your inimitable beauty is even more prominent in this morning light.”

you tell him it’s not morning and roll your eyes when he says he’s hard either way

he seems sleepy but he WILL jump out of bed if you try to walk away and drag you back in with him

yes he eats your pussy without you needing to ask him

Sunday mornings with him are lazy for him as you occupy your time, then both of you stay in bed all lazy until it’s time to go prospecting

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales

the only way you’re waking him up before eleven is by wiggling your ass or hips into his dick, depending on the position you were sleeping in

he works hard and Sundays are his day where he does nothing but you

a little sleepy and mumbling things, he’ll take you slowly and sweetly

“G’morning. So beautiful. You like that?”

he’ll make sure you both cum then promptly pass out for another ten minutes

he pads into the kitchen with his hair stuck up all over the place and wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your neck for a few minutes before helping you make breakfast or lunch

you pretty much eat and bang all day

Sunday mornings with him are soft and sensual and the most loving thing e v e r

Javier Peña

you woke up alone before Javi and when you first started sleeping with him

you couldn’t really blame him for being scared of attachments in his line of work. you were scared too

then one day you were shaken from a stakeout and you begged him to stay when he was still inside you, and he started falling asleep in your bed a bit more often

“You need some good dick in the morning?”

he teases you with this when he's sitting up in bed, turned away from you as he takes a drag of a cigarette, and you crawl over to kiss his back

you need him in the morning but you don’t want to scare him off

the two of you usually end up with some sort of pastry or street food for breakfast, which you eat in a comfortable silence

Sunday mornings with him are lonely even when he’s standing right there by the window with a cigarette or a drink, and yet he finally makes your Sundays enjoyable and fulfilling

Marcus Pike

he’s an early riser, but he let’s you sleep as long as you need to when there’s nothing to be done

sometimes he accidentally wakes you up a little when he’s kissing your nose for the eight time and he quickly backs away to let you fall back asleep

he does try to wake you up before noon just to be sure you eat something, presenting you with some kind of breakfast whether he made it or bought it from the nearest cafe

“Hey, sleepyhead. You need to eat something, beautiful.”

you nibble on a doughnut or a bagel as you lean into his chest, and he mostly steals bites because it makes you laugh

morning sex with Marcus is the best sex with Marcus

okay any sex with Marcus is the best sex with Marcus because he cares so much about your pleasure but morning sex is so soft and gentle

Sunday mornings with him are like...a breeze on an empty beach with the waves crashing gently on the shore. Perfect. Also he wants to give you a life, and a home, and a family if you want it

Maxwell Lord

wakes up at six AM exactly, works on his hair until seven, and is in a suit and downstairs by 7:15

he reads the paper. the business pages. yes.

you come down to the kitchen at eight and as you gently tell his personal chef what you’d like to eat, he snaps his fingers at them to speed it up

“Someone’s lazy today. Where are my slippers?”

he’s a fuckin jerk but hey he puts his hand on your thigh as you eat breakfast and maybe his thumb rubs little circles sometimes

your Sunday sex is scheduled for 9:30 and he will do it wherever he’s flexible and there’s enough mirrors in the house for it to work for him

the one day of the week he decides you can orgasm tbh

Sunday mornings with him are rich. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s like being married to a rich man in 1954. There’s waffles.

Max Phillips

this man wakes up pretty damn early for a vampire thanks to his executive bullshit

an actual Sim who stands in front of the mirror for an hour practicing his speech

he finds blood to drink somewhere and you just let him as long as it’s not from you

“Selling is service. Service is selling. Sex sells. Oh, hey!”

that’s him realizing you’re standing there and thinking about sex with you

he mentions making a sex tape of the two of you to sell and you ask if he even shows up on film and the boy POUTS

a handjob fixes that tho so

Sunday mornings with him are...interesting.

Oberyn Martell

you’re probably still fucking from Saturday night

I don’t even know if days of the week exist in Game of Thrones thanks

there are other people in the room including Ellaria so it’s not just you and him alone

“I’m starving for you.”

yes he eats pussy for breakfast and someone else is probably sucking on your titties

you’ll probably end up sucking his dick for your own breakfast

and you’ll be riding him too

Sunday mornings with him are like any other morning with him; fuckin’.

Pero Tovar

he wakes up an hour before sunrise

doing men’s work I DO NOT KNOW WHAT MEN DO

you wake up and make him his breakfast because that’s what a good 1100′s wife does

“Good morning, woman.”

he eats like he’s angry at the food but you know he loves it

there wasn’t much to do back then so some good ole baby-making sex is next

then you cook his second breakfast duh

Sunday mornings with him are very Middle Ages.

[yootaesowlwrites]

I’ll Be There - [11]

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The room was spacious with light brown coloured walls a large bed filled the room, the bedding was a cream colour, matching the single-seater couch in the room, a spacious bathroom was connected to the room, but what was she supposed to change into after taking a long shower, so instead, she avoided it, for the time being, she was seated on the single couch, staring out the large window that displayed the large background.

Her mind replaying the events of the day, the restaurant, the men with weapons, Max actually being one of the most dangerous men in the country, if not the world, and now she was in his house, not knowing if she would be allowed to go home, allowed to leave alive.

Fuck, why did you have to come to Velours? Of all place, (Y/n), why Velours, look at the mess you’re in now fuck… I should’ve stayed in canridge, fuck, fuck… she thought to herself, her lips formed in a pout as her brows furrowed together, her eyes squinting out the window, frowning at the situation she found herself in.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door, she takes in a deep breath while turning her head to the door, staring at it, she didn’t want to see anyone or deal with anyone in the household, another knock sounded on the door making her sigh, she stood from the couch and walk towards it, she unlocks it and opens it a tiny bit, she looks at the person and wanted to slam the door shut.

“I brought food,” Max says. “And one of my members went to retrieve some clothes for you.” She pulls the door wider, feeling anger bubble inside her.

“You sent one of your men to go through my things?” (Y/n) asks, all fear disappearing from her body. “To go through my undergarments?” She could feel heat moving up her neck, her frown turning into a glare. “Fuck, that is so fucking wrong!”

“I need you to calm down, (Y/n).” Max calmly says. “I sent Tatiana, one of my women members.” She could feel herself slightly relax, but what had stopped him from snooping the bag hanging over his shoulder. “I didn’t open it, I trust that Tatiana brought all the needed things.” He slides the bag off his shoulder and extends his hand out to her, she carefully lifts the bag from his hand.

“You have women working for you?” (Y/n) asks as she takes a step back, Max took this moment to step into the room. “No, wa— I didn’t invite you in.” Max walks towards the single couch in the room and placed the plate of food down on the small coffee table.

“It’s my house,” Max states as he turns around to look at her. “And of course I have women workers.” (Y/n) lets out a frustrated sigh and walks deeper into the room, leaving the bedroom door open. “I know how the male brain works, some of them are disgusting.”

“I get it.” (Y/n) says as she drops her bag on the large bed. “You use women the lure in the men you want to kill.” He clasps his hand in front of his crotch.

“I leave that work for the women in my strip club,” Max says, his eyes never leaving her, her muscles tensing for a moment. “They lure in the men I want to kill, but women like Tatiana and the others, they blend in easily, they gather the information.” (Y/n) slowly sits down at the edge of the bed, her eyes meeting his blue eyes. “When I need dirt on someone, I send one of them, they know how to get information out of men, cause most men use their dicks to think, and if they’re smart enough, then they extract the information by force.”

“Are they trained?” (Y/n) softly asks, Max turns the single couch around to face the bed before sitting down on it.

“Everyone that is part of this organisation is trained,” Max says. “When they first get here, asking for work, we go through everything, we ask for everything.” Max licks his lips as he placed one leg on top of his knee, leaning back into the couch as he relaxes. “We run background checks, make sure they’re not working for the cops, we make sure we know where they come from, and why they want work before we start training them in everything.”

“Everything?” (Y/n) asks. “What does that mean?” She was most likely asking too many questions, but she was curious, probably too curious for her own good.

“We need to see what they’re good at, where they would fit in best, hacking, selling, fighting, or training the newbies,” Max says. “I can’t put someone that is horrible at fighting in a fight against someone, I would be a fool to send them on a mission to kill someone if they can barely throw a proper punch.” (Y/n) nods her head she understands what he meant, you wouldn’t send a hacker out to go get what you need from someone, it would be a stupid move.

“In which category would I fall?” (Y/n) asks, she needed to know… was he really in love with her or did he just say that to scout her, to trick her and convince her to work in one of his clubs. “Because you said you had a job offer for me.” She placed her hands on the bed and gripped the edge of the mattress as she leans forward. “Were you going to offer me work in one of your… clubs?” Max remove his leg from his knee, he leans forward and placed his elbows on his thighs.

“No,” Max says. “I wasn’t going to offer you work in one of my clubs, nor in the casino.” His eyes move lower for a split second before looking back into her eyes. “I own several restaurants, and I was going to offer you work as a hostess at one of them, you’re far too beautiful and innocent to work in any of my other business places.” She could feel a lump forming in her throat, how many businesses did he own? She shouldn’t… but she had to know.

“Ho… how many…” (Y/n) begins but stops, he stood from the single couch.

“How many businesses do I do own?” Max says. “And what type of business are they?” She nods her head as she looks up at him.

“Yeah.” (Y/n) whispers.

“There are a lot,” Max says. “And it’s a conversation for another time.” He pushes his hands into the pockets of his dark blue jeans. “Eat something, take a long shower or bath and then get some rest, you had a long day.” She quickly stood from the bed, ready to protest. “This isn’t something up for a debate, (Y/n), get some rest, the next couple of days might be long.” She lets out a huff and nods her head. “I will see you in the morning.” Max walls towards the door, his fingers curl around the wood of it.

“Good night.” (Y/n) calls out, he freezes in place, it had been years since he last heard those words.

“Night,” Max mutters and closes the door, (Y/n) shuffles towards the door and locks it, not needing anyone to just walk in on her at any time, she turns around and leans against the door, thinking about the conversation, was she really ready to hear about all the business he owned? Perhaps he knew she wasn’t and decided against telling her for her own good, but that wasn’t his choice to make… was it?

She pushes herself away from the door and walks towards the single couch, she picks up the plate of food and walks towards the bed, she carefully climbs onto the bed, making sure not to spill anything on the bed, the mashed potatoes with steamed mixed vegetables and steak on her plate looked mouthwatering delicious, hopefully, it would taste just as good as it looked, not stopping to think twice, she took the fork and scooped up some mash before shoving it in her mouth, she had been so hungry, the last time she had eaten was that morning, it was only a small bowl of cereal.

The mattress felt soft and the covers that she had pulled tightly against her reminded her that she wasn’t in her apartment when she woke up, she had forgotten the close the curtains when she had decided to get into bed, watching the half-moon slowly rising in the sky while drifting off to sleep, she now glared at the rising sun as it slowly begins to light her room, cursing at herself for not closing the curtains, she turns around, pulling the covers closer to her body.

“Ugh.” (Y/n) groans and reaches for her phone, only for her to sit upright as she realized she didn’t know where it was, her eyes widen in panic. “Phone, phone, phone.” She pushes the covers away from her, moving to the edge of the bed, she quickly stood from the bed and begins moving through the room, looking for her phone, hoping that she had it and just misplaced it, she steps into the bathroom before feeling panic run through her, it was missing and the last time she remembered having it was the morning before, she leans over the bathroom sink. “Dammit.” She reaches for the toothbrush, thankfully Tatiana remembered to pack her toiletries, she would have to prepare for the day before she could go face Max, and ask him about her phone’s whereabouts.

(Y/n) carefully steps down the staircase, the empty plate from the night before in her hand and her other hand holding onto the railing, she could hear more voices in the house as she reached the bottom, more men and for the first time, she heard a woman’s voice, she had no idea where she was going, but the voices became louder as she approached a room, she stops before moving into another direction, not wanting to disturb the group of people, Max steps out from another room with a plate in his hand, he stops once he sees her.

“Morning,” Max says, she stops in place and turns her body to look at him. “I see you ate your dinner.” She slowly nods her head. “I’m surprised you did.” He pushes the door behind him open. “The kitchen is this way.” She quickly walks towards him and enters the kitchen, spacious, that seemed to be the theme of the house, everything was spacious. “I must say, I’m more surprised you came out of your room.”

“Why?” (Y/n) softly asks as she lowers the empty plate into the sink, her eyes leaving him for a second as she did, she turns back to him and watches as he placed the plate down on the table.

“After yesterday, I thought you wouldn’t want to leave the room,” Max says.

“I meant why are you surprised I ate the food?” (Y/n) asks as she stays in place, she was certain that the plate was for her, but she didn’t want to approach unless she was sure.

“No reason,” Max says as he pulls the dining chair out for her. “I was on my way to bring you some breakfast.” She slowly nods her head and begins approaching the table. “Did you have a good nights rest?”

“I guess.” (Y/n) softly says and takes a seat on the chair. “Uh, have you seen my phone?” She picks up a spoon, she turns her head and lifts her gaze to look up at him. “It’s missing.”

“It’s not in your room?” Max asks, she shakes her head. “Not in your bag?”

“No, I looked everywhere.” (Y/n) says, Max nods his head.

“I’ll ask one of my men to go back to the restaurant and see if it’s there,” Max says and faintly smiles at her, she nods her head and turns her attention to the plate in front of her. “If you can excuse me for the morning, I have to attend to some matters, but feel free to roam around, explore my house.”

“Oh, are you sure?” (Y/n) asks.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure,” Max says. “And if you need anything, ask anyone, they will come to find me or give you what you’re looking for.”

“Okay.” (Y/n) says. “Okay, will do, I’ll keep that in mind.” she turns to look back at him. “I ha—“ She stops when she noticed he wasn’t there anymore. “Have more questions, I have more questions.” She turns her gaze to the plate in front of her. “Whatever.”

(Y/n) quickly became bored as she aimlessly walked through the large mansion, could it even be called a mansion? No, possibly a castle, but a castle was larger, this was a mansion and everything looked expensive, which it most likely was, she had stayed in the halls, too afraid to open many doors, but as she was making her way to the staircase a cry caught her attention, causing her to stop in her step, she slowly turns around, it was the door she was approaching earlier the morning before deciding to change direction.

What could be behind the door? And who could have cried out in agony? She should have ignored it, she should have turned around and continued her way up the stairs and back to the room she stayed in the night before, but instead, her curiosity got the best of her, and before she even realized it, her feet had carried her all the way to the door, her hand shakily reaches for the knob and carefully wraps her hand around it, she almost jumps away when another scream came from it.

RUN, RUN, DON’T LOOK BACK, GO!

She should have listened to her mind yelling at her to run, she pushes the door open, several eyes turn towards her, but her eyes widen in fear as her hand goes up t her mouth to cover it, she wanted to scream, instead she turned around and bolted away and up the stairs, to the bedroom, locking the door once she was inside.

The sight of a man tied to a chair, bruised and beaten, blood surrounding him, it was a miracle he was still alive, but for how long, the sight… the sight was burned into her mind, the fear in his eyes, staring at her, and all the men surrounding him, and Max… knife in hand, blood splatters on his suit, blood smeared on his arms…

How could she feel safe with him?

[hi-hey-haechan]

yangyang + #86 #99

Thank you for requesting! After writing this, I can say that I’m being actively bias wrecked by Yangyang.

86: “I don’t care what you do; just fuck me”

99: “I know they’re just stuffed animals, but doesn’t it feel weird? It’s like they’re watching us.”

Warnings: horrible writing, unprotected sex, and cheesiness to the max

As soon as he’d got home, he collapsed on the bed, utterly exhausted. For two weeks, Yangyang had been practicing non-stop, preparing for their comeback (I swear to god, I need a WayV comeback). It had been like this every single night for a fortnight: He came home, collapsed on the bed, before begrudgingly showering and changing, half-asleep. He woke up at 4:30 AM and returned home at 11:00 PM (if he was lucky).

That torture was over now, at least. Seeing him so tired and so overworked broke your heart. He’d sometimes fall asleep before you could crawl into his embrace, too. You really hadn’t talked to him much for two whole weeks, since his actions were done in a sleepy haze.

Barely seeing him meant no sex, either. So seeing him coming out of the shower, just in a pair of boxers, with his skin flushed and hair wet, had you feeling some type of way, and it affected you more than it often would. When he looked at you, your eyes darted away immediately. But you couldn’t forget the look of his toned stomach, or the way his boxers hugged his thighs…

When he went to bed that night, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. His hair was damp, and it was a mess. He looked so peaceful while asleep, finally at rest after a hard day. His shoulders and chest were exposed, and the moonlight cast a pale glow on the expanse of skin. Yangyang was beautiful.

I miss you, you wanted to say. You missed his arms around you while you slept, and you missed his bright smile, the most beautiful thing in your life. You missed his voice, and how warm and sweet it was. You missed your crackheaded, sweet, savage boyfriend.

You paid attention to every detail of him. His eyelashes cast long shadows on his cheekbones, due to the moonlight pouring in from the window. His plump lips were slightly parted, and quiet, deep inhales and exhales escaped them as he slept soundly. His chest rose and fell as he breathed. His shoulders and chest weren’t extremely muscular; he had this lean, lithe build that was absolutely stunning for him. You focused on the rising and falling of his chest, and the sharpness of his jaw. His hair was tousled and wild against the pillow, but he looked perfect.

You became more and more aroused, just watching him sleep. You’d wanted him for so long, and you hadn’t been touched for two weeks, that with your core dripping right now, aching for friction, for release, you were unable to ignore it.

With a breath, you removed the blanket that covered the majority of his torso. You straddled his hips, with both of your knees on either side of him. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto his hips, grinding down on him.

You whimpered, finding that you were so sensitive, due to not being touched in two weeks. You’d abstained from touching yourself, knowing that this moment would feel all the much better if you didn’t. But now, seeing him look like this, his entire toned torso exposed to you, you wanted the moment where he finally touched you to be right then. You couldn’t wait any longer. He was sound asleep, though. Maybe, if you could grind slowly enough, he wouldn’t be awakened.

“Y/n,” Yangyang mumbled in a sleepy haze, “I’m tired.”

“Yangyang,” you whimpered, “it hurts. I need you so bad that it physically hurts.”

His eyes fluttered open, and he saw the look on your face, pouting, but also kind of pained. He grabbed your hips and grinded you down on him, just to see your reaction. When a whine left your lips, he realized how needy you really were, if just a bit of friction had that effect on you. He was truly awake now, wanting to do anything to help you release.

He moved your hips against him, again, and you said, after letting out a small moan, “I don’t care what you do; just fuck me.” It was a plead, a beg, and Yangyang couldn’t help but become a bit turned on by your desperation.

“Okay,” he said quietly. He was tired, but you needed him, and it had been two weeks -- he missed you in this way, too. He wasn’t going to tease you like he usually did; he was impatient, and clearly, so were you.

He drew the t-shirt you’d stolen from him over your head, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Yangyang just stared at your figure that was straddling his hips, eyes wide and lust-filled. His hands ran over your body, delicately mapping out any curve with the light touch of his palms. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “God, I missed you.”

You repositioned yourself so you could kiss him, the glancing touch of his mouth soft and sweet. You melted into him, his light touches and lips driving you insane. The kiss started off as gentle as moonlight, but behind your eyes, the moonlight became starlight, everywhere he touched igniting an even bigger fire in your core. It was a symphony of lips, teeth, and tongue. His lips spoke of lust and desperation, but also so much sincerity and love.

After minutes of this, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You needed him inside of you, right then, right there. You broke the kiss, both of you trying to catch your breath.

To your left, there was a large stuffed teddy bear and a smaller one, sitting on your room’s window sill. Yangyang had bought them for you a few weeks ago, due to it being your anniversary. Their overly large, plastic eyes stared at you two, as though they were watching and judging each sensual move and sound you made.

Noticing your hesitation, he asked, “Is something wrong?”

You gestured over towards the window sill. “I know they’re just stuffed animals, but doesn’t it feel weird? It’s like they’re watching us.”

“Now, Y/n, do you seriously want to deprive them the pleasure of seeing us fuck?”

His sudden joke caught you off guard, but then again, it was Yangyang: what else could you expect?

Without being able to wait another second, you stripped yourself of your panties, leaving you completely bare to him. He still had his boxers on, but his erection bulged in the front part of the crotch, especially now that he was seeing your naked form after so long.

Eagerly, you pulled off the final piece of clothing separating you two. He looked god-like in the dim light from the evening, but his eyes were hooded and darkened. Yangyang was so tired, but he wanted to make you feel good.

Before he tried to roll you two over, you stopped him, considering how to word your next sentence. “Go slow,” you said, “I want to feel everything.”

You were on your back, and he was hovering above you. “I guess there’s no need for foreplay?” he smirked at how wet you were. You’d gotten so aroused just by thinking about him, to the point where you were more than ready to take him.

He slowly pushed inside of you, grabbing your hands in the process, only adding to the intimacy. The initial push inside of you was always painful, a bit of a sensation you’d never really gotten used to. However, you loved it all: the way his cock stretched out your walls, the way he threw his head back and groaned when he was fully sheathed inside of you, feeling him entirely for the first time in forever. You let out a few whines, unsure if they were from pain or pleasure. Being out of this for two weeks, you hadn’t felt the feeling of his member inside of you. It was a surprise. He was big, and he filled you up incredibly, his member already hitting and making contact with spots that made you see stars.

His thrusts were slow and deep, making sure you could feel every inch of him. Quiet moans filled the room, the two of you lost within each other, and the pleasure you gave each other. Your wet walls were so tight around him, and whenever you clenched, he’d squeeze your hands and let out a small moan in the process.

His entire length was sheathed within you, making you feel so full. His tip was pressing against your g-spot, and when he’d thrust extra hard, you’d cry out a bit, unable to prevent the noise falling from your mouth. His own sounds added to your pleasure, and you loved the fact that he was holding your hands. It made the experience that much more intimate.

Yangyang loved the intimacy aspect, and you did, as well. However, due to his schedule, you weren’t able to have intimate sex. The fact that for once, you two were this close in every aspect of the word, it made this all the more special. The only thing you were conscious of was Yangyang, and the way he squeezed your hands, or the way he moved slowly yet deeply inside of you, or the way his warm breaths fanned against your neck.

“I love you,” you whispered, closing your eyes as he hit somewhere particularly deep inside of you, leaving you breathless. Those words were all you could speak, but they were all you needed to say. Every action and sound you were making reflected that, and your entire being meant those three words with all of your heart.

“I love you, too,” he managed to say, his lips barely grazing the skin of your neck as he continued to move his hips. He looked straight at you, seeing how your eyes were shining with love. Unable to help himself, smiled, showing you the grin that lit up your entire life.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, pleasure increasing by the second. Heat pooled in the bottom of your stomach, and you needed release.

“Me, too,” he groaned, his hips stuttering as the pleasure began to overtake him. All he knew in the world was your name, and the way you felt around him. He repeated your name into the crook of your neck, his voice lacking the softness it had possessed that night, growing louder as his seed painted your walls. He squeezed your hands one final time, and you fell over the edge.

Pleasure consumed your entire being, and your back arched off the bed, head falling back into the pillow. You couldn’t remain quiet, and moans escaped your mouth, you not even trying to control them. Yangyang held your hands through your orgasm, allowing you to ride it out.

The two of you lay in silence for a minute, catching your breath.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your sleep,” you said as Yangyang rolled off of you, flopping back onto the bed.

He smiled in response, “this was better. I missed you, but I’m here now, and I will be for like two days! And then our schedule won’t be as grueling. But let’s sleep now. I’m exhausted.”

When you fell asleep, his arms were around you, holding you close to him as your both drifted into your slumber

[prouvaireafterdark]

Our Heaven's Worth the Waiting

Here’s my take on @pastelwitchling‘s prompt! I also mixed in an anonymous prompt I got for Max and Michael talking about his feelings for Alex ‘cause it fit really well. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I didn't write Michael's poem in this fic, the credit for that goes entirely to Vlamis himself.

Also, while I wouldn't consider this fic anti-Maria, Alex is a little petty and there's a blink-and-you-miss-it reference to 2x06, which did not happen in the universe of this fic, so make of that what you will.

Also on AO3!

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Max Evans doesn’t know much right now, but he can spot bullshit when he sees it. And this? This is bullshit.

From his and Isobel’s table, he’s watched Michael flirt his way through the evening, leaning hard against the Wild Pony’s bar with a bright smile aimed right at Maria DeLuca. He looks happy, his shoulders a little lighter, until Maria goes to get something from the back and Alex Manes walks into the bar with a hipster on his arm.

If looks could kill, Max is pretty sure this blue-haired guy would be six feet under. It’s probably for the best that he skips the bar and heads for a table near the front of the open mic stand, dropping a kiss on Alex’s cheek before he goes.

Alex talks to Michael briefly and Max clocks the way the airman tries not to let his eyes linger on the wide spread of Michael’s thighs over his barstool while he waits for his drinks.

He doesn’t miss the way Michael digs his right thumb into the black bandana covering his palm when Alex leaves, pressing so hard it has to hurt.

Maria comes out from the back room with a box of straws and that million watt smile reappears, almost like it was never gone in the first place.

“Is he always like this?” Max finds himself asking.

There’s a pause where Isobel follows his line of sight to Michael, now leaning over the bar to help himself to Maria’s whiskey while she takes an order.

Isobel laughs. “God, even without your memories you’re such a fucking cop. Don’t worry, she’ll make him pay for it one way or another.”

Max turns to see an amused smile on her face.

“No, I mean…” he starts, struggling for the right words. “Is he always pretending?”

Isobel frowns and glances back at Michael, her head tilted in confusion.

“Nevermind,” Max shakes his head, taking a sip from his beer. “Maybe I’m imagining it.”

Except he isn’t.

Max watches Michael and Alex dance around each other, trading glances when they think no one’s looking. He watches Michael throw himself at Maria that much harder one night after he and Alex fight, and he watches Michael’s heart break when that blue-haired guy—named Forrest, he’s since discovered—snakes his fingers up the back of Alex’s shirt like he owns him.  

He watches until, one night, he just can’t take it anymore.

“We’re brothers, right?” Max starts, leaning against a cabinet full of complicated medical equipment.

“Uh, yeah, man,” Michael gives him a weird look.

“We talk to each other about things then?” Max presses.

Michael laughs. “Not really.”

“Hm.” Max isn’t quite sure how his past self fucked that up, but he’s hoping he’ll be able to fix it. “Well, can we? ‘Cause there’s something I don’t really understand.”

Michael shrugs and turns back to his equipment. “Okay, shoot.”

Max takes a deep breath and decides to just go for it. “Why are you with Maria when you’re clearly in love with Alex?”

Michael freezes for so long that Max thinks he broke him for a second. “Are you fucking with me right now?” he asks at last, brow drawn tight with something that looks a little like betrayal. “Do you have your memories back?”

“Um, no,” Max says regretfully. “But I do have eyes.”

Michael sighs heavily and tosses the pipette he was holding onto the table, placing his hands flat against the surface. His head hangs between his shoulders, but he doesn’t say anything.

Max waits patiently.

“I don’t—“ Michael starts, but cuts himself off like he just can’t get the words out. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You wouldn’t even know your own name if we hadn’t told you.”

Max’s mouth twists unhappily at the deflection. “Okay, but—“

“Leave it alone, Max,” Michael interrupts, a little desperately. “I’m with Maria. I like Maria. Isn’t that enough?”

The door to the secret lab opens before Max can respond.

“Hope you boys are hungry!” Liz calls as she walks over the threshold, arms laden with takeout bags from the Crashdown. Her thick, dark hair is tossed over one shoulder, and her lipstick is a distracting shade of red. “There was a mix-up with an order at the diner and I have a truly absurd amount of fries.”

Max smiles at her, stunned into silence just long enough for Michael to weasel his way of their conversation.

A week later, Max remembers who he is.

He also remembers his brother’s a goddamn idiot, and Max is determined to save him from himself.

“You want me to what?” Michael asks him, pushing himself out from under the car he’s working on to give Max an incredulous look.

“Well, you can’t exactly see a therapist,” Max says, a little defensively.

“So you want me to write a poem about my feelings?”

Max rolls his eyes at the disbelief dripping from Michael’s voice.

“It works, okay?” Max says. Michael keeps staring at him. “If writing something honest about what you’re feeling will make you breathe a little easier, why not give it a try?”

Michael stands up, dusting his hands off on his jeans as he stalks off toward the bench his mid-afternoon beer is sitting on. He takes a long pull from the bottle instead of giving him an answer.

“Michael,” Max sighs.

“Why won’t you drop this?” he asks, rounding on Max.

“Because I love you, and I want you to be happy,” Max says, amazed and a little offended that that needs an explanation.

“Maria makes me happy,” Michael protests.

“Does she?” Max asks, taking a step closer. “Or does she just distract you from the things you’d rather not think about?”

Michael glares at him.

“Look, do it or don’t,” Max says, laying a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “But you’re gonna have to deal with this eventually, and for your sake I hope it’s not too late when you do.”

When he turns to leave, Michael doesn’t stop him.

This is stupid, Michael thinks, laying on his bed with a notebook open on his chest. Max is stupid and I’m stupid for listening to him.

With a sigh, Michael rolls over and closes his eyes, shoving his face in his pillow. It smells faintly of Maria’s perfume, but his mind inevitably drifts to Alex, to that morning when he woke up to Alex kissing his chest and Michael forgot he lived in a world where he wasn’t allowed to have nice things.

It’s ridiculous. Ten fucking years, and he’s still reeling from Alex Manes.

Michael reaches for his notebook. Once he starts writing, the words flow out of him.

The fire crackles in front of him, a folded up piece of paper tight in his grip. He tries to make himself put it in the flames, but his fingers won’t obey him. What will be left, he wonders, if he burns away the part of him that loves Alex Manes?

His phone buzzes in his pocket. It’s a text from Maria.

Can I come over? I need you tonight.

Michael’s mouth twists as his finger wipes over the screen. Max might think Maria’s just a distraction, but she’s—it’s more than that. After losing Alex, losing his mom, losing Max… she’s the only person who doesn’t make him feel useless. That’s gotta count for something, right?

But he won’t fuck her in the bed that makes him think of Alex. Not tonight.

I’ll come to you, he types back, standing up from his seat in front of the fire. He puts it out and slips the folded piece of paper into the back pocket of his jeans before heading to his truck.

He can be good for Maria, and that’s enough. It has to be.

Michael wakes up the next morning alone in Maria’s bed. He picks his clothes up off the floor, tugging them on roughly. It’s not until he puts his phone in his back pocket that he notices it’s empty.

His head whips back and forth, scanning the floor for any trace of that piece of paper. He looks everywhere, even under the bed.

Nothing.

With a nervous swallow, he leaves the bedroom and walks down the hall toward the kitchen. He sees Maria sitting at her kitchen table with a mug of coffee and a bottle of Jack. He tries to keep the panic out of his voice when he asks, “Hey, have you seen—“

The words die in his throat when Maria fixes him with a red-rimmed glare. It’s then he notices the unfolded piece of notebook paper in front of her.

Michael’s stomach turns to lead, an intensely violated feeling creeping under his skin. She wasn’t supposed to read that. No one was supposed to read that.

“Look, I can explain,” he tries, but she scoffs at him.

“Fuck you, Guerin,” she says, crumpling the paper and throwing it at him. It bounces off his chest and lands on the floor.

Michael leans down to scoop the ball of paper up off the terra cotta tile, shoving it deep in his pocket before he takes a step closer to her.

“Maria, it’s not—“

“Have you been fucking him behind my back this whole time?” she interrupts, looking up at him.

“What? No, Maria, come on,” Michael says, bristling at the accusation. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I would never do that.”

“Oh, okay,” she says, but he can tell from her tone she’s still furious. “So you won’t actually fuck my best friend, just write romantic poetry about him. Got it.”

Michael doesn’t know what to say to that. He doesn’t think there’s anything he can say to that. He stands there, eyes on his boots, hands on his hips.

“When did you write it?” she asks a moment later, her poorly-constructed veneer of calm failing to mask the storm of rage and hurt he can see swirling behind her eyes when he meets her gaze again.

“What does it matter? I was just going to throw it out—“

“When?” she asks again.

He sighs, defeated, and looks at the ceiling when he admits, “Last night.”

It’s deadly quiet while Maria processes that bombshell.

“Get out,” she says at last, her voice cold and angry.

“Maria, I’m so—“

“Get out!” she screams suddenly, startling him. “Get out, Guerin! God, I can’t believe I thought you actually cared about me, I’m so fucking stupid.”

“I do care about you!”

“Not like you care about Alex, though, right? I mean, Jesus, Guerin. ‘Ten years and my heart’s still reeling’?”

“Please don’t,” Michael begs, unable to bear hearing his own words thrown back in his face.

“How the fuck can I compete with that?” she demands. “Why even let me try?”

“It’s not a competition,” he says.

Maria laughs harshly.

“It’s not, okay?” he insists. “I like you.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she says, her tears beginning to fall. “But you don’t love me.”

She lets that hang in the air between them, as if waiting for Michael to deny it. He doesn’t. He can’t.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Guerin,” she says, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“Maria,” he pleads, though for what he isn’t sure.

“Now,” she says. “And find somewhere else to drown your sorrows. You’re not welcome at the Pony anymore.”

Michael leaves without another word.

Max is only slightly surprised when he comes home to find Michael on his couch, head in his hands with his cowboy hat and a bottle of bourbon on the coffee table in front of him. He hangs his own hat on the hook by the door and slowly walks over to his brother.

“Michael?” he asks softly.

“I fucked up, Max,” he says, voice thick with emotion. His eyes stay fixed on the floor between his feet.

“Is this about Maria?” he asks as delicately as he can. “Liz told me you two had a fight,” he adds, which is really putting it mildly. He wasn’t privy to all the gory details, but he’d heard enough.

Michael shakes his head and laughs, but it comes out more like a sob.

“It probably should be, but no.”

“Ah,” Max nods in understanding as he carefully sits down beside him. “It’s about Alex.”

Michael reaches for the open bottle of bourbon on the coffee table. He takes a long pull before he answers.

“Yeah,” he sniffs. “God, I’m such an asshole. I broke her heart and all I can think about is Alex. Why is it always about Alex?”

“He’s your Liz,” Max explains, bumping Michael’s shoulder with his own. “You love him.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Maybe,” Max says, “but that’s not how love works.”

“You some kind of expert?” Michael turns to look at him, his eyes wet.

“Hey, you’re not the only alien around here with an advanced degree in pining,” he jokes, but Michael just sighs heavily and tips backward into the couch cushions to stare at the ceiling.

“I’ve wasted so much time,” he says, mournfully. Max watches a thick tear roll from the corner of his eye into his ear. “I think… I think it might be too late.”

“You won’t know until you talk to him.”

“I can’t do that,” he protests. “He’s with someone now.”

“Well, how long are you willing to wait for him?”

Michael takes a deep breath before he answers, “As long as it takes.”

“Then tell him that,” Max says.

Michael looks unconvinced.

“Just take it one step at a time, okay?” Max says. “When you’re ready, tell him how you feel.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Easy? Hell no,” Max says with a sympathetic smile. “But the best things never are.”

The sun is setting low in the sky when Alex pulls up to Michael’s Airstream, summoned by an enigmatic text from the alien asking him to meet. Given that barely anyone has seen Michael in almost two weeks, Alex feels justified in his relief to see Michael sitting in a lawn chair in front of his fire pit.

“There you are,” Alex comments as he approaches. Michael smiles at him. “You know, next time you decide to drop off the face of the Earth, a heads up would be nice.”

“What, you miss me?” Michael asks, flashing him that cocky grin. Alex has to fight not to blush. Truth be told, if he wasn’t getting regular updates from Max of all people that Michael was okay, Alex would’ve tracked him down himself.

“Maybe,” Alex shrugs, giving him a smile of his own as he takes a seat next to him. “What were you up to?”

“This and that,” Michael says. “Fixed some cars, did some research, went on a road trip for a couple days…”

“Oh?” Alex asks. “Where to?”

“Santa Fe.”

Alex laughs. “That’s not very far.”

“Didn’t want to be too far,” Michael explains. “In case something happened, you know? I just needed to get away for a while. Clear my head.”

“Did it work?” Alex asks.

Michael licks his bottom lip before he nods. “Yeah, it did.”

“Good,” Alex smiles. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks,” he replies.

There’s a lull in the conversation while Michael goes to get another log for the fire. Alex watches him, really lets himself look. His unruly curls have gotten brighter from exposure to the sun, and his clothes—unstained, for once—fit his lean frame nicely. He looks good. Really good.

Alex is about to ask him why he’s here when Michael settles back in his seat and speaks again.

“So how’s, um, how’s Forrest?” Michael asks hesitantly, like he really doesn’t want to know.

Alex winces at the question. “Not great, probably.”

“Probably?” Michael asks.

“I broke up with him,” Alex admits.

“Oh, really?” Michael leans forward in interest. “When?”

“About a week ago.”

“What’d he do?”

Alex sighs. “You really want to talk about this?”

Michael shrugs. “Unless you don’t want to.”

Alex takes a deep breath before he says, “He told me he loves me.”

Michael’s eyebrows shoot toward his hairline. “Um, wow,” he says, and there’s a pause while he processes that.

“Yeah.” Breaking up with Forrest was hard, but it felt kinder than to string him along, knowing he’d never feel the same way.

“I’m guessing the feeling wasn’t mutual?”

Alex chooses his words carefully. “Forrest is one of the nicest guys I know,” he starts. “He’s thoughtful, and funny, and sweet, and he’ll make someone really happy one day, but… that guy isn’t me.”

Alex watches Michael bite his lip before he asks, “Why not?”

The question makes Alex sigh, his gaze dropping to the fire. “Do you really need to ask?”

When he chances a look over at Michael, he sees his eyes are wide with surprise. Alex swallows hard, needing to change the subject. He can’t listen to Michael reject him again. He just can’t.

“So, what was it you wanted to show me?”

“Right,” Michael says. He looks nervous all of a sudden as he reaches into his pocket and takes out a folded piece of paper.

He stares at it in his hand for a minute, as if mentally preparing himself for something. Alex waits as patiently as he can, though his curiosity is piqued.

“I wrote you something,” Michael says at last, running his fingers over the wrinkled, white surface. Alex’s stomach clenches in nervous anticipation. “Well, I wrote me something, about two weeks ago.”

“Does it have anything to do with why you disappeared?” Alex asks, connecting the dots.

“Yeah,” Michael admits. “I’ve been so… mixed up, lately. After everything that happened with my mom, and Max… I did a lot of dumb shit I shouldn’t have, told myself whatever lies I needed to to make things easier. And I hurt people. I hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” Alex dismisses. After everything his family has done to Michael’s, Alex considers Michael’s anger his cross to bear.

“It’s really not, Alex,” Michael protests softly, his eyes sad. He takes a deep breath and looks back down to the paper in his hands. “Max pushed me to try writing something honest. He said it would help clear all the bullshit in my head.”

“I take it he was right?”

“Yeah,” Michael nods. “And I think… I think it’s time I shared it with you.”

Michael offers the paper to him. Alex takes it, unfolding it carefully as he braces himself for whatever he’s about to read.

Alex scans the first two lines before he looks up abruptly.

“Michael, what—what is this?”

“Just keep reading,” Michael begs him. “Please.”

Alex swallows and looks back at the page.

a veteran move as you limp into frame

longing to be your crutch, I want to consume your pain

so I loosen my belt, a familiar feeling

ten years later and my heart’s still reeling

then you show up on my porch, floating down the stream

while I swim uphill, running out of steam

lies upon lies, thighs upon thighs

love a woman’s touch, but damn that guy

the one who lifted my heaviest sighs with ease

too much pride to beg; I’ll let my looks say please

so ignore my words, this is where I stand

you’re a pretty little liar, and I’m your man

“Michael,” Alex says, his voice trembling when he finishes reading. “What—What does this mean?“ he asks, desperate for an explanation before he gets the chance to hope.

“It means I love you, Alex,” Michael says, and then the words are spilling out of him, “I thought maybe I could leave this thing between us in the past, but I can’t, and—and I don’t know that I want to anymore. I don’t know that I ever really did.”

Alex is stunned into silence, his heart full and aching all at once with the simple, beautiful truth that Michael loves him. He blinks and Michael is on his knees in front of him, reaching for his hands as he looks up at him with eyes the color of smooth bourbon, fresh tears clinging to his lashes.

“Tell me it’s not too late,” Michael sniffs. “Tell me I haven’t lost you.”

“Of course you haven’t lost me,” Alex says, bringing his hand to Michael’s cheek. “I’m right here.”

“Then stay,” he begs, eyes wide and desperate. “Please. I’m asking you to stay.”

Alex leans forward to kiss him, too overwhelmed to answer with words. He pours everything he’s feeling into it and Michael takes everything he has to give. He makes a wounded sound when Alex pulls away, tries to push back into Alex’s space, but Alex stops him with a gentle hand on his collarbone.

“I’m never leaving you again,” Alex promises, looking Michael right in the eye, needing to see him understand how much he means it. “I love you too, Michael. I love you too.”

Tears finally spill down Michael’s cheeks as Alex kisses him again. Michael pushes his way up off the ground and into Alex’s lap, still attached to him at the lips. Alex’s hands slide down his chest to grip his waist, then his hips, holding him firmly.

The cheap chair groans worryingly under their combined weight, just loud enough for Alex to notice through the rushing of blood in his ears. He feels drunk as he pulls back, Michael’s lips leaving his to press needy kisses down the length of his neck.

“Michael,” Alex says. Michael only groans and bites at his throat. Alex’s eyes rolls back into his skull at the sensation, his hand coming up to weave his fingers through Michael’s hair. “Michael,” he says again, this time tugging his head back by his curls so he’s forced to look at him.

Michael’s eyes are dark, intense as he stares down at Alex’s mouth like he wants to devour him whole.

“As much as I don’t want to move right now, I think this chair is going to break,” Alex pants.

“Take me to bed, then,” Michael whispers, sending shivers down his spine.

“You’re gonna have to get off my lap if you want me to do that,” Alex responds, wishing he could just carry him instead so he wouldn’t have to give up the feeling of Michael’s thighs spread over his lap for a single second.

Michael whines, but kisses him once more before sliding off his lap. Alex grabs his hand and lets Michael lead him inside the Airstream.

Once they’re inside, Michael pushes him gently to sit on the edge of his bed. He climbs right back onto his lap, so close their chests are flush together, like he can’t bear the thought of even an inch of space between them.

Alex certainly isn’t complaining, especially not when Michael reaches back a moment later to pull his shirt off. Alex’s hands are on him instantly, savoring that otherworldly heat simmering under Michael’s skin beneath his fingertips. Michael lets out a shuddering breath against his lips at the touch.

“Off,” Michael murmurs when their kiss breaks long enough for him to get the words out. He tugs on the front of Alex’s flannel. “Take this off.”

He leans back to start on the buttons, but he doesn’t move fast enough for Michael, whose fingers grip his collar and pull, buttons flying in every direction like he’s living some kind of bodice-ripper fantasy. Alex doesn’t even have the time to feel put out about his shirt being ruined, Michael’s hands on his chest chasing every other thought right out of his head.

The next thing he knows, his back is hitting the mattress, Michael’s frame weighing him down, caging him in. He feels Michael’s hard cock against his own and he can’t help but pull Michael down harder against him, fingers digging into his ass.

“Fuck,” Michael gasps, grinding down.

Alex keeps kissing him, losing himself to the heat of Michael’s mouth, the softness of his tongue, the occasional bite of his teeth against his bottom lip. It’s nothing short of heaven, and Alex is sure he never wants to feel anything else for the rest of his life.

“Wanna suck your cock so bad,” Michael whines a moment later when he breaks the kiss, rolling his hips against Alex’s a little harder, “but I feel like I’ll die if I stop kissing you.”

The promise of Michael’s hot, wet mouth on his cock makes him throb in his jeans, but Alex shakes his head.

“Later,” Alex pants. “God, Michael, I’ll give you anything you want, just don’t stop kissing me.”

Michael groans before bringing their lips together again in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth.

“Wait,” Michael gasps when they part again, reaching for his absurdly large belt buckle. He doesn’t bother to take it off, just unbuckles it and gets to work on his jeans.

Alex gets the picture pretty quick. He unbuttons his own jeans and shoves them down his thighs along with his underwear, just far enough to free his aching cock.

Michael licks his palm and takes Alex in hand, hissing when Alex does the same before he leans down to kiss him again, a forearm braced beside Alex’s head to give them just enough space to work. Michael’s cock is hot and hard against his palm, and Alex wishes he could watch the way pre-come leaks from him as he runs his thumb over the sensitive head, spreading the wetness around as he moves.

It’s a heady assault on his senses—the smell of Michael surrounding him, the feel of Michael’s fist tight around his cock, his lips smothering the whimpers Alex can feel in the back of his throat. Alex is coming before he knows it, pleasure twisting hot in his gut as Michael jerks him off fast and rough, just the way he likes it.

When his brain comes back online, Alex uses his own release to slick the way even more as Michael fucks his fist. He barely has the time to say, “Come on, just like that, wanna watch you come,” before Michael is shooting hard against his stomach, gasping against his cheek.

Alex kisses him wherever he can reach as Michael collapses against his chest and trembles through the aftershocks, his clean hand running up and down along his spine.

Michael wakes the next morning to see the love of his life lying on his back next to him, re-reading the poem he wrote about him. He shifts closer to Alex and presses a kiss to his shoulder.

“You’re awake,” Alex says, looking at him with a bright smile.

“You stayed,” Michael says, a fond smile tugging at his mouth.

“Told you,” Alex says, rolling onto his side to face him. “I’m never leaving you again. I’m in this, for real this time.”

Overwhelmed by the confirmation of Alex’s feelings, Michael leans in to press their lips together. The kiss is short and sweet, lasting only a few seconds before Michael pulls back, just to look at him.

“What?” Alex asks, a subtle blush beginning to color his face.

Michael smiles wider. “Nothing,” he says, dropping a kiss on one of his pink cheeks. Alex catches his lips with his own as he pulls back, and Michael is happy to let him.

“This is really good, by the way,” Alex comments when he’s had his fill of kisses for the moment, looking back to the poem. “Forgot to mention that last night.”

“Guess I distracted you, huh,” Michael says, smirking as he eyes the bruise he left on Alex’s neck.

Alex hums in agreement.

“Well, I’m glad you like it,” he says, something in his chest loosening at Alex’s approval.

Alex smiles, but Michael can tell there’s something brewing in his head.

“What?” Michael asks, nudging his chin with his nose.

“I’ve gotta ask… is this the reason you and Maria broke up?” Alex asks, waving the paper in his hand. “I heard it was pretty explosive.”

“Yeah,” Michael grimaces. “She found it in my pocket.”

“Hm,” Alex hums, and a look of smug satisfaction graces his face. “Good.”

“Good?” Michael asks, raising an eyebrow.

“She knows you’re mine now,” Alex says as he shifts to lean over him, his right thigh coming to rest between Michael’s own. Michael shivers as Alex leans in to whisper in his ear, “And I don’t share.”