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𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝕺𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖙

A/n: Playing Love & Deepspace was the begging of the end for me. Sylus is all I’ve been thinking about for the past 3 weeks.

Words: 7k

CW: Sylus x Fem! Reader, slight cannon divergence, mentions of cannon typical violence, hurt/comfort if you squint, frenemies to lovers, fake slow burn , p in v sex, oral (fem receiving), light choking, improper use of evol. Luke and Kieran are paid actors(tm)

****MINORS DNI*****

CAW

A loud, shrill, mechanical cry resounds to your left, the familiar crow sat on your balcony beckoning your attention. Surprised, you quickly dried your hands to open the sliding glass door as Mephisto flew in, settling on the nearby dish rack. The mysterious bird peered curiously at his surroundings. It was a strange occurrence since your last run in with Onychinus’ leader was weeks ago and he had gone radio silent, so you spent some time scanning the street below for the familiar tuft of silver locks and ominous red glare, but he was nowhere to be found. That’s odd, you thought, closing the glass partition behind you and walking back into the kitchen.

“Where is he? What are you doing here?”

You hunched over to gaze at the matching red eye to his owner, your inquisition was met with another squak as Mephisto flew around your living quarters, landing on various surfaces and tapping his beak on your delicate knick knacks.

“Hey!!” You screeched, falling over yourself in an attempt to catch the infernal intruder.

The next twenty five minutes thereafter were spent chasing Mephisto around the confines of your apartment, exchanging curses and glares while attempting to shoo him away from your belongings— some more intimate than others, before you finally picked up your phone to dial the suspect of your current home intruder.

Voicemail

You dialed again, voicemail, again, voicemail.

‘‘Sylus! Pick up your phone! Call me back!” Tapping furiously at the hang up button with a huff. After pacing the room a few times to assure yourself he was fine, he always is— this isn’t weird at all— wait why do you care? After a few more breaths to regain your composure, you exited your bathroom, which was the only shrine of holy privacy now, to find Mephisto again.

‘‘I’m not dealing with you right now.’' you pointed an accusatory finger to it, and continued your day ignoring the nuisance perched in the corner.

——

The hot water was a nice reprieve from today's unexpected stress. You rolled your shoulders and stretched, letting the tension melt from away. While washing your hair you couldn’t help but think of Sylus. Ever since that fateful meeting under the bloodied moon it seemed as though he was forever tied to you. He came into your life like two planets caught in orbit crashing into each other. He was an enigma, a labyrinth that shifted and changed every time you picked up pace to turn a new corner. When the curtain was pulled and you found out he wasn't behind your family deaths, you began to understand that maybe— just maybe, he wasn't as cold as he appeared to be. The more time you spent with him, the more you saw, and the more you saw, the stronger you gravitated towards him.

It was a dangerous game, so why was it so addicting?

As if summoned by your thoughts, the ring of your phone caught your attention, nearly slipping in the shower to grab it, drying your hand haphazardly on the hand towel nearby to answer the call.

”You’ve called a dozen times, what is it?” Sylus’ low voice rumbled through the speaker, nonchalant as usual.

”What do you mean what is it?! Your bird has been at my apartment for hours! Where the hell have you been?!”

“On business” He replied smoothly, “Ignore him, he’ll come back when he’s bored.”

”Okay well when are you taking him back?!”

”Mephisto is very useful” Sylus ignores your question. “He can lock onto targets and detect abnormal signals, he can come in handy.”

”Wouldn’t his skills be more useful with his faithful owner?” You argued.

”Didn’t you mention you felt like you’ve been feeling watched lately?” Sylus rebuttals easily, voice full of levity.

”You can use him, don’t rely on your evol, if you need reconnaissance or assistance, ask Mephisto.”

“Is that why you sent him? You don’t think I can do my job?” The frustration was evident in your voice as you continued whisper-yelling into the receiver.

“I never said that, sweetie.” Sylus chuckled, voice laced with amusement at your rising irritation. “Like I said, just ignore him or use him at your disposal, he’ll come back eventually.”

“Ugh!” You scoffed as you slammed your phone into the counter, sliding down the wall attempting to collect yourself.

The next 72 hours consisted of business as usual. It would be a lie to say Mephisto didn’t come in handy on the battlefield, but as soon as you entered the threshold of your home he was a nuisance, squawking at every move you made, music choice you played, or spending too long doom scrolling on your favorite short-content platform. The cons were starting to outweigh the pros as Mephisto quickly became your new roommate from hell. Maybe it was the constant thought lingering at the back of your head that he would report every moment to Sylus.

Yeah, I feel like I’m being watched alright.

Your relationship with Syus was… complex at best. It had seemed that trouble always followed him, whether it was another ‘chance’ encounter, or the few missions he was involved in. Each day spent with him seemed to soften him just a little bit more, but was it because no one has gotten as close to him as you, or was it a crafted facade?

At the end of the day, he was the leader of Onychinus: The Relentless Conqueror of the mysterious and coveted N109 zone. Surely, allowing yourself to lower your guard wouldn’t end well.

You stepped into the N109 zone, picking up your chin in grace as the shiny red-rubbed brooch on your chest displayed your allowance into it’s dangerous territory, the sound of Mephistos' mechanical wings followed closley behind. Not a soul here would dare touch the seemingly out of place hunter. It sent a jolt of pride, warm and blooming in your chest turning into temptatious thoughts that slithered into your mind if you stayed by his side. You caught your wandering mind and shook the thought from your head, continuing the journey to Onychinus’ base.

Making your way past the various security checkpoints, you pushed the large onyx doors as the sound of your heels echoed down the long grand hall. Determined to find him, you watched Mephisto disappear down the corridor as he hurriedly flew past the twists and turns of his familiar home.

“Where is he?” You demanded at the sight of the twins, foot tapping in anticipation.

”It’s been while!” Luke exclaimed.

”A while indeed, boss has been—“ Keirans addition had been interrupted by a swift kick to his calf.

”Boss has been... busy. But so have you, haven’t you?” You swear you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure Sylus has been busy as he always is, but I have a bone to pick with him. So tell me where he is.” You crossed your arms in defiance, ignoring what they were implying.

”Just finished a meeting. He’s going on business soon so you’re just in time. He’s where he usually is.” Luke was the one to finally answer your question, although vaguely.

With an exhausted eye roll you turned around to head into Sylus’ direction, walking past the wilting flower pots to get to the next set of grand doors. The twins exchanged a glance.

“Knew it.” They said at the same time.

——

You took a moment to collect yourself before gripping the silver handles of the double doors that led into Sylus’ bedroom. Upon entering you found him sitting comfortably on the long black leather couch, his legs were crossed and he rested his head gently on the back of his knuckles. Mephisto sat in the corner of the room on his perch, happy to be reunited with his owner. Sylus softly turned the page of a newspaper as if you weren’t in the room, unbothered as ever.

”Are you just going to stand there.” he inquired while keeping his eyes trained on the newspaper in front of him. “A picture might last longer, sweetie.”

”Don’t play coy with me.”

This brought Sylus’ attention to you, the arch of his eyebrow signaled his delight in getting under your skin, it was always so easy. He set down the paper neatly on the table beside him and stood to his full height to look down at you, an amused smirk pulled at the corner of his lip. He wore his usual dark gray suit adorned with muted red streaks, perfectly tailored to his form as all his clothes were, with the small silver chain linked into his collar shining in the low light of the room. He was standing so close.

A small cough forced its way past your lips and you smoothed down the nonexistent wrinkles of your shirt.

“You said he’d get bored. It’s been 3 days.”

Sylus’ chuckled. He was enjoying this.

”I guess… you’re not that boring.” Sylus pondered as he shifted his weight and rubbed the tips of his fingers together, one of his many mannerisms you had picked up over your shared time together.

You narrowed your eyes at his accusation.

Sylus scoffed, “Don’t think for a second Mephisto hasn’t been telling on you 80 times a day, sweetheart.” Sylus moved closer to you, enclosing into your space as he bent at the waist to look at you eye level. You shift away to avoid his imposing glare, the thought of the aether core in his eye was an always nagging presence. Play it cool, you tell yourself.

”Sorry, don’t know what you’re talking about.”

”Oh? You don’t? Let me see…” Sylus brings a finger to his chin in faux thought.

”Hmmm, well. You have very interesting taste in music.” He begins.

“And even more interesting dance moves, when you thought he wasn’t watching.”

Heat began blooming across your cheeks at his accusations. There were in fact times you zoned into your tasks and forgot Mephisto was there. Sylus grazed your palm, his gentle touch morphed into a firm grip as he brought it to his shoulder. His touch ignited a shudder down your spine and prickled goosebumps across your skin as you tried to maintain your authoritative facade. This was the game you two always fell into, two serpents dancing in circles, twin tips lashing and coiling around each other. Whether you would die in death's shared embrace or risk biting your own tail was yet to be seen.

You snatched your hand back and turned around in a vain attempt to collect yourself.

”You’re just as infuriating as your pet.”

”Ah, ah.” Sylus tsked “His name is Mephisto, he doesn’t like being referred to as a pet, you're already on his bad side for searching up ‘how to turn off a mechanical crow’— I mean really, sweetie, did you think he wouldn’t tell me? And of course, the time you tried to feed him water, of all things-“

”All right! I get it!” You rubbed at the stress collecting in your temples.

“Don’t act like he’s a nuisance, he was.. almost as capable as you in the field.” The stress on the word ‘almost’ made something flutter internally.

“Which reminds me, I have business to attend to tomorrow, so the guest room has been prepared for you.” Sylus stated as he poured himself a drink.

”And what, pray tell, makes you think I’d drop everything to help you.”

Sylus dropped his brow and glanced at you knowingly as he swirled the amber colored liquor in his crystal glass.

Sylus always got his way, even you weren’t immune to his demands, you were quickly realizing as you slammed the doors to the luxurious guest room and settled down for the night. Where does he get off? His stupid bravado and sharp jawline.. the way his hair feathered around the highs of his cheekbones…

Three sharp knocks on the door yank you from your wandering thoughts.

”Boss wanted me to bring you these!” A singular masked twin stands eager at your door, holding out neatly folded silk pajamas. They were a deep Cabernet red— of course they were. Hesitantly, you take the pajamas, the fabric felt nice under your fingertips as the masked henchman stood awkwardly for a moment before turning around to leave.

”Hey, Keiran?” You called abruptly.

Keiran stopped cold in his tracks.

”Y-you know which one I am? No one except the boss can tell!” He asked incredulously. You would have to unpack that later.

Your face drops at his question. It had always been obvious.

”Yeah? I mean, I wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance due to the- you know,” you motioned over your face to gesture to the uniform and mask that hid their identities.

”But you two have completely different personalities, and voices.”

There was a sharp, minute rise in his shoulders at your observation, and even though he wore a mask you could practically see the pride shining in his, what you assumed, big dumb doe eyes.

”Sleep well, miss! You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow!” Keiran saluted before he ran down the hall.

A big day indeed. It seems as though trouble always followed any endeavor that involved Sylus. Even the smallest outing would end with the sound of broken bones and scent of gunpowder. And everytime, Sylus would emerge pristine as the hour he entered the room, dusting his shirt before resting his hand in his pocket and moving on. It was hard not to admire him, there was something alluring about Sylus’ dichotomous nature. He was like the eye of a storm, dangerously steady and quiet in its center but surrounded by chaos and calamity, swirling raw power capable of tearing down cities.

——

The next morning approached fast. You busied yourself getting ready and enjoying a vast breakfast at the behest of the private chefs on duty, chatting to Luke and Kieran while you waited on Sylus. Soon after he appeared and ushered you to his car, driving out of the N109 and to your now shared destination. The large cityscape transitioned into the countryside, and soon the once high noon sun began to dip closer to the rolling hills that hugged the land. Concern began to gnaw at you concerning the burning daylight, it has been a lengthy trip thus far and you were quickly realizing how under prepared you were.

You questioned Sylus as to the whereabouts about his supposed business, as you were not prepared for an overnight journey. You had only the clothes on your back and everyday hunter gear with you. Relax, he had told you, if I didn’t anticipate every possible situation of an event I wouldn’t be where I’m at— he assured. And oddly enough, it did comfort you. An hour later you arrive at the hotel, standing in front of an extravagant penthouse. Sylus bumped shoulders with you as he waltzed in, unphased by your awe.

Dinner was later served and Sylus directed you to the shower and quickly mapped out where you could find other amenities and spare clothes then disappeared quickly thereafter. After a much needed hot shower paired with various lavish body scrubs and soaps, you dried off and went to look in the cabinets for some sort of moisturizer, if there were sugar scrubs there had to be at least one lotion. The mirrored cabinet door swung open to reveal a very interesting surprise:

Toner, serum, eye cream, moisturizer, even eye masks and your favorite star shaped pimple patches. They were all your favorites.

As if you were dreaming, you slammed the cabinet shut and opened it again, waiting to see if the contents had changed. Nope, still there.

How the hell— did the twins break in to raid your skincare, no, all the bottles were new and sealed, freshly purchased. But how—

Mephisto.

Of course! You nearly forgot about the past 3 days spent with his raven glued to your side. You brace your hands on the marble countertop and laugh incredulously at your revelation. ‘If I didn’t anticipate every outcome of an event, I wouldn’t be where I am now.” You remembered Sylus’ words in the car, he indeed was not exaggerating.

”Are you alright in there, or have you finally lost your mind?”

You heard Sylus call from the living room. You snorted at his teasing, used to it by now. You made your way to him and displayed the sheet of patches with a grand flourish, and if it were evidence in a courtroom.

”You bought me all my skincare for an overnight trip.” A statement rather than a question.

”And if I did?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, he scoffed in return.

”Don’t overthink it.” Sylus finally glanced up from his seat to look at you, an inquiring brow raised.

”You look ridiculous.” He poked at the star patch on your cheek in amusement.

An idea formed. Ridiculous huh? Sometimes people needed to be knocked down a peg. You peeled one of the patches from the backing and moved quickly, but Sylus caught your wrist, it wasn’t your smoothest plan, but maybe you could strong arm him into just one. But unexpectedly, he brought your wrist to his face, allowing you to gently press the star patch to his cheek, a sly grin spread across his features.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times to try to collect the words your currently short-circuiting brain was losing.

“That’s not fair!” You screeched.

”No? Would it make you feel better if I pretended you could overpower me?”

God, he was so infuriating.

Turns out, it did though. Short giggles bounced off the walls as Sylus, very unenthusiastically, batted your hands away before acquiescing and acquiring two new patches, you sat beside him victoriously to observe your work.

”What’s got you smiling, hm?” Sylus inquired as he rested his head on his knuckles. His gaze was soft and glowing with mirth. But the rarer sight were his lips, not pulled at the corner in a smirk, but relaxed and genuine in smile.

He looked happy. He looked at you as if you were the first bloom of spring, petals stretching towards the sun signaling warmth after a long winter. You heard a faint rustle of fabric before three sharp pokes at your forehead pulled you back to reality.

”If you keep looking at me like that, you might give me the wrong idea, sweetie.”

”It’s not like that!“ Embarrassment was quick to rise at your gawking.

”I was just thinking what Luke and Keiran would think if they found out their big bad boss is a secret softie.”

Sylus lifted his chin to display the colorful star shaped pimple patches in pride. In another turn of events, he leaned closer to peel another patch and hold your gaze as he stuck the yellow star to the middle of his forehead. An act of most dubious defiance, surley.

“Go ahead and tell them,” Sylus leaned closer, His voice dropping to a hushed whisper, “no one will believe you.”

And damn. He was right, you would need concrete evidence… your phone! Where was your phone?

The bathroom.

The minute flicker of your eyes signaled your plans and Sylus moved closer to brush his nose against yours.

“I dare you.”

His arched brow challenged you, knuckles tightening around the edge of the couch awaiting you to flee. Anxiety thrummed in your ears as your pulse quickened, you needed to run your game plan and quick, otherwise your demise would be swift as the east winds. Hesitation only hastens the grave.

You vaulted past the couch onto your feet as if the wings of Hermes sat at your heels and turned sharply past the corner, giggling in delight as the finish line was closing in. But early victory is union to fools gold. Swirling streaks of ebony black danced with ruby red as your perpetrator materialized in front of you, capturing and hoisting you with dizzied speed as you found your back against the wall in a blink of an eye.

In a fit of Deja Vu you found the same iron hot gaze piercing you like moments before.

”I think it’s absolutely adorable you think you can still escape me, sweetie.”

His large arm tightened around your waist. Suddenly, you were hyper aware of just how close your bodies were, how large his hands were, and how you could smell the faint notes of his cologne. The scent of spices and amber danced around your nose and filled your senses. Scent is powerful though, not just tied to taste, but memories themselves.

Kill him. Devour him.

A stronger hand grabbed your shine and forced your gaze into his own, cold eyes pierced daggers and filled you with dread when his eye began glowing like hot coals fanned over flames. Pain. Pain gripped you tight and your head swirled with hallucinations and voices.

Kill, kill. Kill him now.

A knife, there’s a knife on the ground, grab it-

“Sweetie? Hey- look at me!” The sound of Sylus’ commanding voice woke you from your memories. His warm palm caressed your face as he searched your eyes for signs of distress. You were now sitting on the floor and he was hunched over you. His face remained calm but his gaze were frantic, scanning back and forth over you. A sense of embarrassment overcame and you shook your head to forsake the distant memories.

“Hm? Yeah! Uh, your cologne is just a little uh, strong. Felt a little dizzy.” You thought of an excuse quickly. A lie is easily swallowed when chased by a half truth.

He helped you up and steadied you, and after a few more questions and assurances of your well being he finally acquiesced and sent you off to rest. When your head hit the soft pillow you chastised yourself for scene earlier. God, what even was that? You ran your hand over your face and huffed, tossing the covers over to try to get some sleep.

——

Business the next day concluded as it usually did. You found yourself sitting in a large room outnumbered by the smaller organizations men. The supposed high grade protocores turned out to be fake, to which you alerted Sylus. When the meeting began to sour much like his mood, he had Luke and Kieran drag you away to ensure your safety. Since you were used to these sorts of events, you patiently stood outside and bet money on whether Sylus would blow up the entire building.

Much to your chagrin, the building stayed intact. The one time you’d bet money and now you're out a meal.

”You lose.” Luke announced

”I want a buffet!” Kieran added excitingly

Out emerged Sylus, tossing the gun he stole from your thigh holster minutes ago back to you.

”I see my mercy has the same value as a meal.”

Sylus was enamored with you. As everyone was sat at the table he observed the way your eyes lit up at the spread of food you gathered with the twins. He laughed at how you’d bicker with them over what to grab next and how to properly eat at a buffet to maximize your money's worth. Truly, you had made a home in his heart. He knew his fascination had bloomed into full infatuation when he found himself missing you more and satiating his longing by arranging his business closer to your territory, crossing over with your missions and moving priority clients around. Days seemed less dreary in your presence. It was lonely at the top, but maybe it didn’t always have to be.

Sat in the corner of the booth, Kieran elbowed Luke and nodded over to their boss, bringing attention to how he looked at you, and how stupendously oblivious you were about it. A few whispers and giggles later they shook hands.

”Alright, you’ve all had your fill, let's head home.” Sylus announced.

——

Back at base, you collapsed on the couch after assisting Sylus with bringing in the suitcases. The long travels and events of the past near week began to sink heavy in your eyelids. Sylus was at his whiskey cabinet pouring himself a drink, taking a moment to look over his shoulder at you.

“Tired? Stay a few more days.”

Your head snaps up from the couch.

”I don’t live here!”

”You could.” He sat his glass down and smiled teasingly at you. “You're comfortable here. You know where everything is. It’s practically a second home, despite your recent lack of visits.”

“Right, right. Hunting wanderers for Linkon City by day, coming home to the head of Onychinus by night.” You dripped with sarcasm.

“Sounds like a great life to me.” Sylus looked down at you, moving closer.

You weren’t going to play this game longer, you turned away from him.

”You’re infuriating. I’m leaving.” You began to walk away, but Sylus caught your wrist. His action struck a chord and you snatched your hand back.

”When are we going to quit this useless charade?” Sylus sighed, he pinched the stress collecting between his brows. He turned to face you. To stare into your soul. He held his chin high as he looked at you— stoic, with only the restlessness in his fingers indicating the swirling anxiety as he awaited your answer.

He looked at you with intensity, searching for the truth, and you felt yourself shrink smaller as the past year of emotion began bubbling to the surface.

”What charade?” you muttered, avoiding his eyes. The very eyes that pulled and grasped every hidden secret in your heart a year ago.

The sound of his palm smacked against the wall behind you, caging you against him. You could feel the heat radiating off his chest and the scent of bergamot and pink pepper filled your senses. Did he change his cologne?

”You know very well what I’m talking about.”

“Do I?” You challenged, hot tears pricked the corner of your eyes.

But something fell in Sylus’ face. He looked hurt.

”Don’t you?” The emotion in his question was foreign to to him, and before you knew it fat tears started rolling down your cheeks. Quickly, you wiped them away. As if erasing them would burn your secrets and bury them in the cold soil never to be seen again.

“Either she’s scared of you, or is downright disgusted by you.” Resonates in the back of your mind, the source of the gnawing— biting voice that replayed in your subconscious whenever moments got too tender with him.

”Please.” Sylus whispered. “Look at me, sweetie,” He used his finger to trace the delicate line of your jaw, he was asking, unlike your first encounter.

You granted his request, looking at him cautiously, eyes shiny with fresh tears. Don’t lose your nerve now.

”You just want to resonate with me.” Your statement inflected a question.

And for the first time, Sylus was surprised, at a loss for words.

”I-“ he started. “Is this what you’ve been worried about?” Sylus cooled the shock he experienced and shifted back to his usual demeanor.

”Sweetie. If all I ever wanted out of you was to resonate. I would have done it by now.” Sylus flinched at the accidental abrasion his words came out with. So he took a deep breath and tried again.

”Why do you think I’ve given you that brooch?” He traced the shiny red ruby that adorned your breast.

”Why do you think I’m always around when you have business in other territories?”

”You always—“

”No. Think.” He tapped your forehead. “I make business. To see you.” Sylus leaned down to look at you.

”All my armories can be unlocked with your voice, Luke and Kieran are at your disposal. I mean really, sweetie, I sent mephisto over when cause I hadn’t seen you in weeks, I bought copies of half your belongings to—“

“All right!” You couldn’t take it anymore. ”For all I know, it was all a ploy to get me to...” the words died on your tongue. To say it outloud would be to make it the truth, and there was no lie to make it easier to swallow. Truth can be a bitter salve, one that burns and sits stone heavy in the gut.

Sylus studied you. You were laying your heart out bare on the altar, raw and naked.

He would not forsake you.

“I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a liar. You know that.”

Sylus reached for you gently, as gentle as a sculptor would handle a marble statue. He brought your hands to his chest and laid them over his own to feel his heartbeat, as if each thump would spill his own secrets.

Tentatively, he held your waist, inching you closer. He hovered a breath away from your lips, urging you— begging you. His entire life he would take what he wanted, but this time he would wait. Your knees became weak, his gravity beginning to pull stronger the closer he was. You were beginning to wonder if you even wanted to fight the temptation anymore. The mouth of the serpent was shining his fangs, ready to devour you whole.

Abandoning your reservations, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed your lips into his, feeling his warmth flow in your bones and stretch into every vessel, if this was death's embrace it tasted as sweet as the honey that flowed from the promised land.

Sylus pulled you closer, holding the small of your back and base of your neck anchoring you to his chest. He kissed you with fervor, letting his hands explore your curves and dips while his tongue made busy work of parting your lips. His lips were soft and his tongue tasted faintly of the whiskey, but before you could fully appreciate the taste you felt two strong hands hoist you in the air to spin you around and set you on the nearby desk. With the new position he made quick work of undoing your blouse, fingertips trailing fire along your skin as each article of clothing was removed.

Sylus came up for air momentarily before he dipped back down to trail hungry nips down your neck, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

”Missed you.” He breathed against the shell of your ear, punctuating his desire with a nip to your earlobe. Your head felt foggy, floating far away into the stratosphere.

”Didn’t know how long I could keep convincing myself I’d be okay with having you at arm's length.” His voice was low and rumbled with desperation.

“Wait— Sylus!” You whimpered, urgently pressing a hand to his firm chest.

He paused his onslaught to look at you, scanning your features for any discomfort.

”Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, sweetie.” He said in jest, but the rising inflection of his voice betrayed his panic he felt.

”Wha— no! It’s just” embarrassment quickly bubbled up as you vainly tried to cover your chest. “you just- you still have all your- uh.”

Sylus paused for a moment, understanding what you were trying to say, a slow grin spread across his features and he laughed softly. He took your hand to help you sit up and brought your hands to his chest.

“Forgive me for my insolence.” He kissed your nose. “I’m all yours.” Sylus rested his hands on your shoulders, allowing you to take your time to begin undoing the buttons on his shirt.

Each button revealed more of his skin, large pecs dipping into the rigid muscle that weaved across his abdomen, and he was so warm. Hesitantly, you brought a finger to his chest, itching to just touch him without consequence, to let desire win over duty for once. Sylus took a sharp breath as you watched his skin prickle behind your touch. It gave you a new sense of confidence that you could make him feel the same way he made you feel. With your renewed vigor you pressed a chaste kiss in between his pecs while your hands made work of his belt buckle and ran your palm up and down his length

Oh.

Oh dear.

Sylus was always a large and imposing man, apparently in more ways than one. Excitement and anxiety crawled under your skin when you dragged your hand across him a few more times for good measure, truly wondering if-

“Relax… you can take it.” Sylus' sultry voice danced around your ear

He whisked you up once again with a hushed ‘hold onto me’ to carry you to the bed and lay you across his silk sheets. His long arms caged you easily underneath him as he raked his eyes over your body, looking at you hungry and lustful. As if he was sizing up his prey to be devoured whole. Shying under his predatory gaze you began to shrink into your self and cupped your breasts and curled your legs in. Sylus growled disapprovingly and squished your cheeks to look at him.

”Don’t you dare hide. Be good for me and I’ll take care of you.”

Your lip twitched attempting to hide a defiant smirk. Just rile him up. Just a little. What’s the harm?

”And if I don’t?”

Swirling black and red mist wrapped around your wrists and pulled them away from your breasts, cuffing them together above your head. Your breath hitched as you felt two more streaks of his evol wrap themselves around the base of your thighs. Sylus let his eyes trail slowly down your exposed body, appreciating the scene before him and making a show of the upper hand he had. He licked his lip and leaned in close above you.

”Then I’ll make you beg.”

You bit your cheek in an attempt to stifle the moan that threatened to spill from your mouth. Your resolve was crumbling, and fast. He began to trail his lips down your neck again.

”Where shall I start? Here?” A warm, wet tongue traces your nipple. He let his palm run down the side of your waist to squeeze your hip, rubbing circles into your skin.

“Here?” He kissed the apex of your stomach, taking time to map out every inch of your skin and savor the way you squirmed eagerly beneath him. After his endless feather light touches and teasing bites he slithered down.

“Or maybe…” you could feel his warmth breath fan over your exposed core. “Here”

Sylus traced the inside of your thigh with his tongue, carefully avoiding where you really needed him.

”Sylus…” his name fell from your lips as a whispered plea.

“Hm?” Sylus questioned with the short sound, too far gone in his insatiable lust, continuing his teasing licks and kisses.

Your skin was on fire, the room was hot and your body was writhing with desperation. You tugged your arms to no avail, the evol links were strong. Desperate but not wanting to swallow your pride yet you began tugging desperately to break free and grab onto him, but it was all in vain.

“Just one word, sweetie. And I’ll give you everything you need.” A snake's honeyed words, whispering in your ear with promises of salvation. Two long fingers came to slide over the wetness of your folds, sending shocks through your body and send every nerve ablaze. Like a castle sat on sea cliffs, the ground gave way and with it it’s foundation, leaving your resolve to crumble away to be washed away.

”Please…”

And with your plea, Sylus dove in, dragging his tongue through your folds and pushing two fingers into your molten hot center, curving them to brush against the velvet spot hidden deep within your core, setting into a slow and deep rhythm. He worked your body like a fine instrument, pulling the sweetest of sounds, used his free hand to grip your plush thigh and rub loving circles into it, wordlessly telling you how much he adored you. Sylus himself was on cloud nine, if only you knew how many lonely nights he spent thinking of you, missing you, craving your presence. You were worlds away from his own and every night he would stare at the sky as if his very eyes could pull deep space closer and bring you to him. He tasted your sweet waters and knew he would never go back. You were his oasis, his paradise tucked away in a miles long desert. One he would lay down his life and burn cities to keep.

You began rolling your hips, matching his rhythm and chasing your high, wrists becoming numb with the strain fighting against them.

”Sylus, please.” You whined

Sylus leaned his head against your thigh to peer up at you while he continued working his fingers through your wetness.

”I want- I need you close. Just need to feel you.” Whoosh. The imprisoning mist dissipated granting your request. Maybe he needed you as much as you needed him.

With your new freedom your hands flew to grip his hair, tangling his soft silvery locks around your fingers, pulling a low groan from Sylus, he responded by gripping you tighter and arching his lower back into the mattress, rolling into the sheets to find reprieve for his aching length. Fire set ablaze in your eyes seeing him, the revered head of Onychinus, chasing his own need, so you decided to experiment and try again. You raked your nails across his scalp, finding a new spot to wrap his hair around the tips of your fingers again as you gently tugged-

“Mmm-“ the sound of fabric rubbing against himself proved your theory right.

”Naughty, I give you an inch,” he paused to bite the inside of your thigh “And you take—“

Yank

Sylus hissed in delight, but your small victory was soon overshadowed by his tall frame looming over you, trapping you underneath him. Tail, meet fang.

Swift as the winds of a storm, your pulled up and into his firm chest, straddling his wide lap, and Sylus spread his large to pull your legs further apart, the burn of the sudden stretch leaving you gasping. He guided your hands on his broad shoulders with one hand and used the other to wrap around your waist. He was sat back on his haunches while you were spread across him, the new position gave you a rare view above him. For the first time, he was looking up at you. And you were an effigy of divinity, one he would worship until his bones decayed and the stars burned out.

The outside world faded away. Right now, it was just the two of you in a shared embrace, bathed in each other's presence. Two planets, caught in orbit and dancing around one another, imprisoned by the pull of each others gravity. You took a moment to cradle the side of his face, memorizing every detail under your fingertips.

“I want all of you.” You whispered against his lips.

Sylus sucked a breathe to collect himself, then gripped the base of his length and lifted your bottom to accompany him

”Then take it.”

Sylus’ mouth fell open as you slowly sank down onto his length, pausing to accommodate his size before continuing your descent. Your velvet walls fluttered around him and you hit the base and squeezed around him in ecstasy, and, fuck, you felt so full. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking a long huff to cherish just how close you were.

”Fuck, sweetheart.” he mumbled into your neck as he began layin claim onto your pulse point. You shuddered at his graveled voice and hot length buried to the hilt.

Sweet pants and moans filled the room as you moved in sync, skin glistening with sweat. Roaming hands explored the expanse of each other's form, coiled around one another and writhing in bliss, limbs wrapping blinding around, desperate to anchor ground. Sylus gripped your waist to assist your shivering legs to bounce on his cock. You arched your spine and threw your head back in pure bliss, memorizing every drag of his length and carving it into your soul. With your chests pressed closely together, his heart beat against your own like a war drum. The iron hot coil was winding tight deep in your core while you picked up your pace, stuttering in rhythm as you raced to chase your high, rolling and dragging your hips as the burn began blooming throughout your legs.

Sensing your impending release, Sylus brought his hand to grip your neck, squeezing your pulse point, his ragged breathing forced the next words out in a frenzy:

”Go ahead, my love, give it to me.” He demanded sultry in tone as he leaned back to piston his hips into your sweet spot.

The dam broke and you came with a scream, grinding against his cock to chase the last tendrils of your high. He held you close as his hips stuttered and spilled his seed with a desperate moan. At the end of your shared crescendo, your bodies collapsed against one another, and he rolled over trapping you once again beneath him. He peppered you with chaste kisses and rubbed the ache in your legs away as he led your chin to his own to press a loving kiss to your lips.

After a long while of basking in the afterglow of domestic bliss, anxiety began creeping in, should you get dressed? Leave to the guest room? You were in new unexplored territory, traversing it blind.

As if sensing your insecurity, Sylus pulled the warmed sheets over you two.

”Shouldn’t we… clean up?” You tested.

”Hmm. Tomorrow's problem.” He rumbled as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his long limbs around you. “We, however, are not leaving this bed and will rot together. Don’t you dare think you can leave me again.”

You laughed at his sudden clinginess. Truly a big bad leader, indeed. Stretching your sore limbs, you let yourself fall into a peaceful slumber in his embrace. And somewhere down the hall, one twin begrudgingly handed a crisp 20 to the other.

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'𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗧 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘!'

SYNOPSIS ⋆｡°✩ even though dabi was the one to dump you, he just can't seem to leave you alone... CONTENT WARNING ⋆｡°✩ this writing piece is not for minors.

Your living and bedroom are littered with all sorts of makeup - tubes of various mascaras and colorful palettes along with the gentle drum of music flowing through your speakers sets the perfect atmosphere for getting yourself all dolled up.

Any other day - you'd be happy. With your friends over too, you should be ecstatic. But there is a terrible ache in your heart that has yet to be soothed.

"Come on, Y/n. Remember - this night is to forget all about that bastard. To hell with scar face!" one of your friend cheers, already tipsy with a shiny drink in her hands and drunken smile as something inside you burns - you want to berate her for calling the man you love so much that terrible name, but the words die in your throat.

He was the same man that ended years of love with you on a dark street with the shittiest explanation possible, leaving you crying as you walk all the way back home alone.

Dabi had been your first for everything. You walk to the bathroom and gently tug down your dress, the shimmery fabric just barely covered your thighs as you kneel onto the ground and quietly rummage through the cabinets to try and find a spare brush for one of your friends. Your fingers accidentally brush over one of Dabi's old hair dye bottles - and the longing in your chest intensifies to the point where your hand trembled as you slammed the cabinet close.

He left. He was a terrible liar that promised to spend his life with you, and you so foolishly believed him. Your friends had planned this night for you to 'get over him'. To have a good time and not spend your Friday evening crying your heart out in bed. But it hurts. Heartbreak was something you weren't familiar with, but experiencing it now - it truly felt like the end of the world.

"Y/n!" your other friend singsongs, but she pauses when she sees you kneeling on the tiled bathroom floor with a bleary look in your eyes - you turn away in embarrassment. The other girls chatted in your room, oblivious to your small breakdown in the bathroom.

She's rubbing your back soothingly, whispering affirmations in your ear that have you smiling grimly

"No way we're letting you stay at home looking like this!" She waves over your dress, one that hugged every inch of your body, almost like it was a layer of second skin. The thought flashes in your mind for just a second - a single moment, but your face falls anyways when it does.

Dabi would've loved this dress on you. Just imagining the way he'd praise you, kiss down your collar bones and slip his teasing hands under the thin fabric-

"You deserve better. Let this night be just - letting loose. Having fun and not having to look over your shoulder, okay?" She says gently, tossing a freshly curled strand of your hair over your shoulder as you take a steadying breath

"Thank you. And- you're right. I shouldn't be crying again." You breathe out, the words heavy with unspoken feelings as you rise to your feet

If he wanted to leave, then so be it.

"Yay! Let's get you those silver heels- you know, they make your legs look amazing, Y/n."

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Dabi's words were cruel and concise, he didn't want to see you again. They were a slap to the face, but even as you tugged him forward - desperately pleading for an explanation - he had left before your heartbroken gaze could drag him back.

Even now, smoking alone on the balcony of yet another shitty motel, he thinks back to the nights he'd spent in your sheets. Your soft body serving as his only key to a good nights sleep. It was stupid, how every motel room he stayed in had him leaving more and more unsatisfied each night. He was deprived of the absolute heaven he was used to. You.

He hisses while putting out his cigarette on the railing, his free hand trembling as he drags it down his face. Your tear stricken face has been haunting him for far too long now.

Was it really the right thing to do?

His mind travels back to the threats he'd received, anonymous letters that made your existence known to some stupid villains - they were using his sweet girl as a pawn, and Dabi was grasping at straws trying to save you.

It was inevitable, he would always be a problem for you. Someone who made your life harder than it had to be.

But he thinks back to the nights when school would stress you out, or when life could be too overwhelming - nights you'd curl up onto his lap and talk his ear off - nights where he'd nod along with a smug smile, listening to each and every word you'd have to say. And fuck, he realizes you need him just as much as he needs you.

It seemed like he had a villain to track down. It was the only way to ensure your safety if he truly did return. Either way, anyone stooping as low as to hurt something as innocent and pure as you deserved a cruel end at Dabi's hands.

He has no personal belongings worth packing. He doesn't check out of the motel as he leaves, his coat drifting through the wind and his hands tucked into his pockets as he begins a sleepless night.

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Dabi's heart drops to his fucking feet when he sees you.

It's been just a little over a month since Dabi's last seen you - he has your daily schedule memorized- so he's always been able to trail you from afar everyday after he left. But here you were, dancing a few feet away from him and completely oblivious to the fact that he was right there.

The bastard he was tracking sat a few tables away, eyeing you with a sleazy smile in his drunken state, sipping his drink mindlessly. Shigaraki's tracker had worked just fine, Dabi had found his target at this stupid bar - but it was such an unfortunate thing that you happened to be here too. Your laughter reaches his ears even through the crowd and music in the air. You dance freely, hips and arms swaying to the beat as you and your stupid friends sing off key to whatever tune is playing.

The bar's light fixtures work as a spotlight on you, and he thinks you've never looked so beautiful. Mascara smudged with your tears and a tipsy smile on those red coated lips he'd spent so many nights whispering his love against.

He drags the man out by the collar of his shirt, his weak protests and drunken state doing nothing to stop Dabi from tossing him out the back door of the bar - from afar, his flames burn bright and hot for a few minutes before calming once again. Dabi walks back inside the bar alone after that.

All of your friends are stumbling into the bathroom, their speech slurred as they repeatedly push the bathroom door that has a 'pull' sign on the outside. His boots move quickly past them, and his heartbeat spikes when he sees you sitting alone.

You're sitting on a stool, twirling the straw in your drink with your cheek pressed flush against the counter. Your heeled feet kick back and forth idly, and Dabi wonders if you've talked to any other men tonight.

It's fine. If you did, they would meet the same fate as the villain outside - who was nothing but mere ashes now.

He sits beside you, gently grabbing a fistful of your soft hair as he tugs your face up from where it was pressed against the counter - you blink rapidly, barely awake as a soft hum of confusion leaves your glossy coated lips before your eyes land on him-

"Touya?"

You're smiling as you reach out to touch him, but the color drains from your face entirely when you press your palm flat against his solid arm

"Oh shit. I thought I was dreaming."

You yelp when he picks you up so easily, dragging you out of the bar like a sack of potatoes. He'll tell you to find better friends later. Your current ones had let you disappear so easily from their sights - but that was a lecture for another time. Right now was what he was focused on.

"Shut up sweetheart - don't make me cover your mouth."

"T-Touya!" You grit, sobering up as he carefully lowers you onto the ground and grabs your hand. You stop walking - and he turns around, looking down when you yank your hand out of his grasp. His gaze narrows, almost like he's confused why you won't hold his hand. Asshole.

"What are you doing?!"

The fury in your voice catches him off guard, but he doesn’t even try to explain himself as he slams your back into the wall. He keeps a hand behind your head so it doesn't hit the brick surface behind it, and you can only clench your jaw as he easily kicks your knees apart with his long legs.

"Can't get rid of me that easily." He laughs hoarsely, blue eyes practically twinkling in the dim street light when he stares at you with a terrifyingly wide grin

"You asshole-" You gasp out, but he cuts you off with a burning kiss while a single palm curls around the back of your neck, holding you in place.

"Hate you-" You cry, tightening the hold of your hands around his neck as you pull away and drop your head onto his shoulder. Half in shock and half in disbelief that he was here. Right here, after weeks of not seeing his face - he was back.

"I'm back, doll." He whispers against your neck, his greedy lips tracing all over the outline of your flush cheeks as he catches the sight of pearly, unshed tears lining your lash line

"What was I thinkin', leaving my sweet girl all alone for so long." He whispers more to himself than you, the cold air outside making his words feel like ice against your skin as your breath hitches. You want to blame the way you hold him tighter on your drunken state - but you've barely had more than a drink the entire night.

"Touya-" you whisper, eyes pleading something silent as he drags his hands under the hem of your dress - pulling your panties down in a single, fluid motion as you feel his scarred hands spreading your thighs apart

He drags a single finger between your folds, relishing in the way your head falls back against the wall with a choked whimper

"Needy..." He rasps, knowing well he was even more eager than you as he slides his finger inside - enticing a loud whine from you as your thighs tremble

"Hah- Touya-!"

"Shh. Let me do this." He whispers, his lips hovering over your shoulder as his eyes screw shut, the enveloping feeling of your walls immediately clenching around his fingers making his eyes roll - and he can't fight back the guttural groan that leaves his scarred lips. You were already soaked - wet and welcoming.

His fingers find the oh too familiar sweet spot inside you, and he moves with an urgency and need that has you withering and whining like a bitch in heat underneath him. He's grinning like a madman when you finally moan his name, practically singing the syllables like a prayer.

Tou-ya.

"Perfect- so good." he praises, the sound of his voice going straight to your core as your eyes flutter close

He's knuckles deep inside you now, his scarred hands moving in and out at an unbearable speed as he rubs a thumb over you clit- the overstimulation becoming too much as your cries become louder and louder

"Baby- shit, not so loud." He rasps with a grin, curling his fingers inside you almost mockingly

You're babbling now- so close. The sloppy sound of him pushing in and out as his fingers hit that sweet, spongy spot inside has your lips quivering - and you're almost there. He leaves you breathless when he suddenly pulls away, taking away the feeling of being so full with him as you choke on a sob

He's palming himself through his dark pants, his lips parted as he watched you. You're whimpering with glazed eyes, and he licks his wet fingers all the way down to his knuckles with a satisfying pop! before moving to unbuckle his belt

"Aw, don't cry- 'm right here, yeah?" He whispers, freeing his cock into the cold night air with a grin as he positions himself between your folds, easily sliding your arousal over him as he nudges your hole with a groan

"Fuck- you gonna be quiet?" He laughs, struggling to keep his voice even as you slump against the wall with a weak nod

He slips in slowly, brushing past your sensitive clit as you struggle to accommodate his size and the stretch - it's been so long - too long.

His hips rock back and forth slowly, as if he's trying to make the moment last forever. He soaks up every moan and whimper that leaves your swollen lips with his own mouth as he groans against you, his hip fitting against yours perfectly. Like a puzzle piece- two magnets finally brought close enough to snap together.

It felt so good. Every thrust of his hips hit deeper than the last.

His forehead falls against yours after a while - and you can barely form a coherent sentence telling him you're close before you come loose - he holds you through it, his warmth coating your insides soon enough as he releases with a moan, a sound so raw and full of emotion that it has him collapsing against the wall with you, panting heavily.

He lowers himself onto the ground first, letting you fall on top of his lap so you don't have to sit on the hard concrete. He knows you're thinking after your breathing evens out, and he realizes you're crying when he feels the gentle drops of your tears on the back of his hand

"I'm sorry. I just - I missed you so much." You choke out, hating the way you still can't quite believe he was here. Was this just a one time thing? Was he leaving again? You had so many unanswered questions, and Dabi seems to see your growing uncertainty with the way your hands tighten around his jacket - almost like you were afraid he was going to leave again.

Dabi's never felt needed before. Never felt like he had a true purpose. When he was younger, he thought he'd be wandering the world forever searching for one. Not anymore, though. He found you.

"I missed you too. I'm.. I'm sorry. 's all my fault." He mumbles, holding you close because he knows you need this physical and mental reassurance just as much as he does.

"A lotta things happened, doll. We'll talk about it later. But I'm not leaving, all right? Not ever again." He promises, his voice barely above a whisper as he talks into your hair - and you struggle to find the words to respond

Your acceptance was so swift. It had been only a few hours since you were cursing his name to the skies and here you were, back to sitting in his lap and chanting his name like some sort of a mantra.

"I can't believe how fast I took you back...you know what?" You suddenly say, lifting your head from his chest with a small yet cheeky grin as he raises a brow

"Yeah?"

"I'm dumping you!"

He barks out a loud laugh, arms encircling your waist as he turns to you with that look. It held a silent threat, one that said I dare you.

He helps you back into your dress, nodding with a satisfied grin when you ask him if your appearance was presentable. Unbeknownst to you, you had multiple hickeys forming all over your neck and jaw. But you didn't need to know that right now. He hopes your stupid friends see - really, he hated them for always telling you he was bad news. Are they blind or can they not see the way Dabi burns for you?

Your phone was scattered somewhere on the ground - the dim light of the screen caught your eye in the dark alleyway as you saw an influx of texts from your friends asking where you were.

Took an Uber home.

You send the text with a small heart, pocketing your phone in Touya's coat as you shyly turn towards him, suddenly unsure of how he'd reply to your question

"Are we going home?"

His smile tells you all you need to know.

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