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Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Fifteen // A MIW/Bad Omens PolyAU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, MM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Rick’s POV

Chris paced the warehouse, his boots echoing on the concrete floor as he moved. He was dressed in his elaborate costume for the music video we were filming - a dark, dramatic ensemble with heavy fabrics and sharp lines, his face obscured by thick, theatrical makeup. His normally neat, styled hair was a tousled mess, long black strands falling in strings across his forehead as he repeatedly pushed it back with a gloved hand, the leather creaking with the motion. Chris was clearly agitated, his brow furrowed in concentration as he held his phone up to his ear, it was the fourth time he had tried calling today.

Between takes, when the director would call for a break, Chris would become wholly absorbed in the video, offering thoughtful feedback and collaborating closely with the crew to ensure everything was executed flawlessly. But the moment he had a free moment, his phone would be pressed to his ear once more, brow furrowed in frustration as each call went unanswered. The pain and uncertainty etched on his face was palpable, a mirror image of the anguish I had witnessed on Eve's features whenever her own phone would light up with an unwelcome caller ID.

It was clear that whatever happened between the three of them had him so desperately trying to reach Noah and each unanswered call had him reeling, unable to find the closure he so desperately craved. Though he hadn't exactly broken things off, the fact that they hadn't spoken in three weeks was as good as a breakup in my mind. Eve had urged him to give it time, to allow Noah space to work through whatever issues had driven them apart, but Chris was far too restless and demanding of answers to heed her advice. He needed explanations, needed to understand what had gone wrong, and would not rest until he had them.

As I strummed my guitar, the familiar soundless notes filling the air, the buzz of conversation echoed through the warehouse where we had gathered for a much-needed lunch break. The rest of the crew was eagerly digging into their meals, while the other band members and I tried our best to relax and recharge. The droning sounds of people chatting and the clattering of utensils created a lively, almost chaotic ambiance.

Suddenly, Vinny let out an excited holler, drawing all eyes towards him as he stood from his chair, phone in hand. "Bro! Check out the line up!" he exclaimed, quickly making his way over to where Ryan was sitting to show him what had him so worked up.

I couldn't help but tease him, "What's got you all worked up over there?" to which Vinny eagerly replied, "they just released the names of all the artists playing the fest next week. I am fucking stoked!"

Vinny's love for festivals was no secret - he thrived on the energy of large crowds and the opportunity to see other talented performers. For him, these events were like a veritable convention, a chance to indulge his inner social butterfly and soak up the musical atmosphere.

As I shook my head, trying to refocus on my guitar, I barely registered Justin's voice cutting through the rising chatter around us, excitedly listing off some of the big-name artists who would be gracing the festival stages that day. However, my fingers suddenly froze and my eyes snapped up the moment I heard him utter the words "Bad Omens." Immediately, my gaze locked onto Chris, whose own eyes had gone wide with a mixture of shock and what almost looked like dread.

"When's their set?" Chris asked, his voice sounding strained and uncharacteristically dry. Justin, seemingly oblivious, said, “same time as ours.”

As soon as those words left Justin's mouth, I could see the gears turning in Chris's mind, a determined look settling across his features. It was clear he was already plotting something, no doubt related to Noah.

As I listened to the inner voice in my head, I felt a strong urge to encourage Chris to let it go and move forward. However, I knew Chris better than that. The rest of the group was aware that Eve had been dating both Chris and Noah simultaneously - a messy situation that I had somehow found myself entangled in as well. They just barely got used to my addition to the mix, still in the dark about Noah’s lack of communication with us. That was another story for another day, so was the complex feelings that Chris harbored toward Noah. Given how inherently odd and convoluted the overall situation had become, and how challenging it was for the band members to wrap their heads around the four of us coexisting as a unit, we collectively decided it was best not to burden them with any additional details or complications.

Navigating the situation with Chris in the aftermath of Noah's departure was a sensitive and challenging endeavor. As his friend, I desperately wanted to provide comfort and support, but the drama surrounding the nature of Chris and Noah's relationship left me unsure of how to approach. Chris had not explicitly referred to Noah as his boyfriend, and I feared that any assumption or presumption on my part could potentially cause more harm than good. So, I ultimately deferred to Eve, whose unwavering patience and empathy seemed like the wisest course of action. I could only imagine the internal turmoil she must have been grappling with, she’d been nothing but stoic and calm through this whole deal. Yet, I knew that facade could not possibly last - at some point, the weight of her own sorrow would inevitably force her to confront those pent-up emotions.

Eve had thrown herself into extra shifts at the coffee shop, claiming the income was earmarked for our upcoming trip to Vegas. However, I saw through that transparent ruse - she knew full well that I would never allow her to spend a single penny on anything. It was clear to me that this frenetic work schedule was merely a distraction, a means of avoiding the urge to constantly reach out to Noah and further process her own anguish. While Chris externalized his pain, Eve had internalized hers, and I could only hope that the dam would soon burst, allowing her to fully confront the devastating loss they had both endured.

Eve’s POV

As the steam hissed and the milk frothed, the bustling chatter and clattering of the busy café enveloped me. I tried my best to focus on the task at hand, to push down the emotions welling up inside, but the memories came flooding back. It had started out as such a normal day - I had been cheerful and upbeat, ready to take on whatever the world threw my way. But then, as I stepped outside to deliver a steaming cappuccino to a suited businessman on the patio, a familiar scent hit me. The cologne - it was the same one Noah used to wear. Instantly, the happy facade crumbled, and the pain I had been suppressing crashed over me like a violent wave.

I blinked rapidly, willing the tears not to fall, not here in the middle of this bustling café where I was supposed to be professional and in control. But the grief was overwhelming, a semi of emotion barreling into me and threatening to knock me off my feet. Over the past few weeks, I had been desperately trying to conceal my true emotions from both Chris and Rick, stealing furtive glances at my phone. I found myself constantly torn between the overwhelming urge to reach out to him and send a text, and the paralyzing fear of being met with nothing but deafening silence in return. It was an agonizing, torturous cycle that I simply could not break free from, no matter how hard I tried. To make matters even more complicated, Chris had been visibly distraught and furious about the way Noah had hurt me, vehemently insisting that the least he could have done was provide some form of closure instead of simply disappearing without a trace. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I felt there was more bothering Chris than just that.

As I called out "Robert!" to push the freshly brewed cappuccino to the pickup window, I quickly washed down the espresso machine, ready to begin the next order. The constant hum of the coffee grinder filled the air as Sasha, my fellow barista, shouted over the noise, "Eve, head out on your break." I gave her a quick nod, ensuring that Tyler was comfortable handling the incoming order before wiping my hands on my apron and slipping out to the back patio.

The peace and quiet outside was a welcome relief from the bustling cafe. The dull roar of cars on the interstate in the distance blended with the soothing sounds of birds chirping all around me. It was like an oasis of tranquility compared to the lively energy inside. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to Rick and Chris, checking in on the music video shoot they were working on, knowing I likely wouldn't hear back right away.

I glided through my contacts finding Noah’s name, my fingers floated over it for a minute or two as I thought about what I would say, or if i’d even have the courage to say it. I bit the inside of my cheek and took the plunge, opening his chat I typed out all that I'd been feeling all that I missed, how much I loved him, how I could understand if it was too much. But I needed him to tell me it was over, otherwise for me it would never be over.

My phone pinged and I snatched it up quickly, hoping it was who I thought, my heart only slightly disappointed as Chris’s name popped up on the screen.

Fuck all of it, I want to go home.

The words that filled the screen were uncharacteristically terse and laced with an unusual intensity. I could practically feel the weight of his frustration and despair through the digital screen. It was so unlike the typically calm and collected Chris I knew - this was a side of him I had rarely, if ever, witnessed before. My heart ached with the desire to reach out and comfort him, to be there for him.

I’m sorry baby, I am off in just two more hours.

It was his final message as I returned inside the coffee shop that truly set my pulse racing,

I am peeling myself out of this costume now. Then i’m heading home. I don’t care what plans you have this evening, little one. Cancel them. Tonight. You’re mine.

The sheer possessiveness and raw desire in those words left me breathless, my body already tingling with eager anticipation.

Chris’s POV

Nothing had gone my way that day - the stresses of work, the traffic, the minor annoyances that had piled up until I felt like I was barely holding it together. But the second she was within reach, that pent-up intensity came roaring to the surface. Without a word, I had her in my grasp, pulling her close, my hands already working to undress her. The look of surprise in her eyes only fueled my dominant impulses further as I swiftly shed her clothing, leaving her bare and vulnerable before me. With a firm hand on her shoulder, I guided her to the bedroom, forcing her down to her knees at the edge of the bed. From this position of power, I towered over her, my smoldering gaze drinking in her submissive pose. This was exactly what I needed - to take back control, to assert my dominance.

I let out a guttural moan as my body sank back into the plush mattress, everything relaxing with a deep, satisfying release after the tension that had been building. The familiar weight and warmth of Eve’s mouth enveloping me sent tingles of pleasure radiating through my core. I drew in a sharp, shuddering breath as her nimble tongue flicked and swirled against the sensitive skin, a primal, animalistic response falling out of my parted lips. Propping up on my elbows, I gazed down at the enticing sight before me, her eyes watering cheeks stretched out and hair a tangled mess in my hands.

"Now, while you're down there, right where I want you," I rasped, voice thick with lust. "Look up at me with those eyes." She glanced up through thick, fluttering lashes, her own eyes gleaming with a mix of obedience and wanton need. I let out a guttural groan, electricity coursing through me at the sight.

"Yeah, that's it," I growled, tangling my fingers deeper in her hair. "I want you to play with yourself." She whimpered around my throbbing cock, she eagerly complied, her nimble fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves as she rolled them around with the motions of her mouth.

“Faster.” Breathless and trembling, she eagerly followed my instructions, pressing her fingers faster and faster against the sensitive bundle of nerves, rolling her hand in tight, frenzied circles as I slowly thrust into her waiting mouth. "Is this what you were looking for?" I murmured, voice low and dripping with wicked intent, picking up the pace as she moaned desperately around my cock.

"Faster," I commanded again, and she obeyed without hesitation, her cries muffled by the weight of me on her tongue. I was lost in the moment, loving how she listened so well. I wanted to turn to him, see him with those big brown eyes admiring our girl on her knees for me. My mind had to shake the thoughts from my brain, he wasn’t here to enjoy her with me, wasn’t here for me to enjoy him and I could feel the pain in my chest all over again. I growled more to myself to chase away the thoughts as I thrust in her mouth again. Eve whined at my feet as she was about to shatter, I yanked her face down, burying myself to the hilt until her nose was pressed against my pelvic bone.

Eve cried out, her jaw going lax as she started to gurgle from my cock being shoved to the back of her throat. With a sharp tug, I pulled her off, a glistening string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my sheen covered cock. Hooking a finger under her chin, I tilted her face up, my face burning with possessive hunger. "Daddy's gonna fuck you how he wants," I growled, the promise of delicious torment lacing my words. "And you'll take it like a good girl, won't you?"

she nodded her head, panting heavily in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. With a firm grip on her forearms I lifted her from the floor with ease. Spinning her around to face the bed, I brought my hand down with a resounding smack against her left ass cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room.

"Hands and knees," I commanded. Immediately obeying, she fell forward onto the bed, crawling to the middle and waiting with bated breath for me to join her. I took in the look of her like this, licking my lips with anticipation.

Crawling my way up to her I placed open mouth kisses on the red mark I'd left, kissing each finger mark, moving up to her lower back I followed the curve of her spine as I settled behind her. Maneuvering myself around her I trapped her legs between my thighs pushing her down so her shoulders touched the mattress. I could feel myself pressing against her entrance and I wanted to just drive myself home already, my hands stroked down her back following the curves of her ribs and then her hips I almost lost all control.

Finally, I positioned myself and drove into her in one fluid motion, filling her completely. The sudden, intense sensation caused her to lurch forward, whining with pleasure, the sounds drowned out by the duvet.

Fast and furious I thrusted into her, each one knocking forcefully against her cervix. Reaching to take her hair in my hands I gripped her at the scalp, gingerly pulling her head back, her spine dipping to give me a deeper fuller feeling.

“F-f-f-fuck sooo good.” I groaned, realizing i’d come before the fun even started if I kept this up. Slowing my pace, It took all my effort to pull myself out of her, dropping onto my back next to her.

“Come here, little one. You’re gonna ride daddy.” She obeyed, her weak limbs carrying her trembling body to where I lay waiting. Straddling my hips, she slowly lowered herself down, my hard cock stretching and filling her once more. Shuddering as she began to roll her hips, coating me with her slick arousal.

“Listen good, little one. You’re going to bounce, I’m going to count to ten. You can’t stop until I get to ten. Got me?”

"Yes, sir," she managed to croak out, her voice rough with need. She sat there trying hard to catch her breath, hands balanced on my chest, strands falling in front of her face. I reached up to tuck the loose pieces behind her ear, her forehead starting to get coated in sweat. With pure instinct I lifted my hand, the loud crack of my palm against her ass echoing in the room, the slap causing her to yelp and lift herself off me briefly before sinking back down, impaling herself on my cock once more.

"What are you waiting for?" I growled, and without hesitation, she began to obey, lifting herself up and lowering down in a steady rhythm.

The sensations were electric, the delicious pressure and friction igniting a primal desire within me. Her inner walls clung to my cock, both of us raw and sensitive, the feeling heightening every delectable sensation. With a determined rhythm, she kept her pace, counting out each thrust out loud as she rode me, her muscles straining with the effort. "One...two...three..."

Her thighs began to quiver, the muscles trembling with the exertion of maintaining the demanding pace she had set. I could feel the shake in her legs, protesting the relentless rhythm she refused to relinquish.

"Don't you fucking slow down," I growled, voice laced with desperation, "you wanted to be fucked. So, fuck me then."

Gritting her teeth, she pushed through the discomfort, her movements becoming more frenzied. The muscles in her legs quivered with exertion, but she refused to relent, bouncing on my cock with reckless abandon.

"Seven...eight...nine..." Each number punctuated by a strangled moan from my lips, her body teetering as her legs started to close on me. Her head fell back and she sat up straight, eyes fluttering closed.

“Who’s a good girl, say if for me baby, who’s a good girl.” My hands roamed up her body cupping her breasts before continuing up to grasp at her throat.

“I’m a good girl. I’ve been such a good girl, daddy.” She was so close I could tell, with my free hand I found her clit rubbing it with my thumb making her body shake even more.

“Who did a good job? You wanna come baby, you wanna come for me?” She nodded her head trying to slump forward to balance on my chest.

“Beg me for it.” She swallowed hard under the grip of my hand,

“Please daddy, I wanna come.” My thumb rubbed her clit with just the right amount of pressure, my hips meeting up with her downstroke pushing into her. She broke, clenching around me and calling my name.

The overwhelming sensations had left her whimpering, her body struggling to keep up. "My turn, little one," I growled, grip on her hips like iron tightening as I forced her to move faster, harder, against me. She cried out as I rolled her just right, her overstimulated clit brushing against me in a jolt of pleasure-pain. Summoning the last of her waning energy, she rode me desperately, determined to bring me to release. Everything in me grew sloppy, whimpers falling from my open, panting mouth, until finally my hips stilled and everything poured out of me.

"That's it. That's my good girl. Such a good girl," I praised her through heavy breaths, pulling her close and cradling her in my arms.

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