Moonlight Saving Time

Sylus slowly turns the knob, quietly pushing open the door. He hoped you would be sleeping, ignoring every ounce of knowledge in him that knew you wouldn't be.

No.

You're still sitting in that chair.

Staring out the window.

He exhales softly. His shoes don't make sound across the floor. Each step, bringing him closer.

He can feel your pain - he carries his own. He can sense your desires - they give him migraines.

He wishes he could take it away. He wishes he could help more than you let him.

His hand rests lightly on the back of the chair as he kneels down beside you. He doesn't give a damn about what is outside the window. As far as he's concerned, the N109 Zone hasn't changed. Though, neither has your face. Staring blankly. Eyes dark. Skin dull. Hair greasy and limp.

"Sweetie?" he says, nearly whispers it.

You don't react.

He winces, biting his cheek to distract from the pain. You look exhausted. You look dead. He wants to see your smile again.

"Are you hungry?" he tries again.

You blink, lids moving sluggishly as they shut and open once more.

He looks down your body. The clothes you've had on for days now. Your hands resting limp in your lap. So still.

He carefully lifts one in his own hand. You're so cold. He brings it to his cheek. Closes his eyes, pretending for just a moment you're doing it of your own accord. His brow furrows. Another sharp pain stabs him behind his eyes.

"Come back to me." He presses a lingering kiss to your palm. "I'm still here, sweetie."

He risks opening his eyes again. Looking up at you.

You take a long breath in. "I miss them..." It's barely audible. Your voice is scratchy. Broken.

He squeezes your hand. "I do, too."

You don't say anything. You don't move. For whatever brief moment you returned from the numbness of your inner mind, he had you here.

But you're gone again. Retreating where he can't follow.

He sighs.

Longing for his beloved back, he lowers his head to your lap. He looks so small. Sat on the floor, curled up just to be close to you. His hand slips from the chair to guide your other hand into his hair. He twines his fingers with the other.

Your hand stays. For a brief moment, he thinks he feels your fingers tense, tangling into his hair like they used to. He thinks he must be imagining things.

Because you stay there. Sitting in your chair. Still. Dead to the world. Consumed by a grief that rots you from the inside.

He wishes you would come back to him.

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He blinked. Confused, maybe just as confused as the woman standing only a few meters away from his desk. 

“Why are you saying that?” 

“What?” came back his sudden response — a question that slipped too fast for him to actually think it through. 

It was a joke. He hadn't meant anything bad by that, Sylus wouldn't use this kind of petty behavior to get the upper hand on someone, not when it involved his darling. 

So why was she so surprised? And… upset? 

She stood there, unmoving. One deep breath in and she seemed ready to talk, to explain, but the words died on her tongue. The huntress gulped. 

“My beloved,” he started in a low, gentle tone. “What's wrong?” 

“You know I didn't mean it like that, right? When I mentioned Mephisto. And leaving you alone.” 

Sylus blinked. Of course he knew, why would he think otherwise? 

Why would he think otherwise? Why? Just, why? 

(She noticed. She saw him zone out, she saw his eyes get duller with each second.) 

There was a high chance they really were sharing a soul. When she stepped closer, Sylus barely noticed. The moment her proximity settled in his brain, he almost flinched. 

(She was his biggest vulnerability. His one and only.) 

Sylus tensed. His fingers gripped at the armrests of his chair. A knot formed in his throat. She was close and for once, for once, he didn't know how to perceive that. His tired brain didn't know how to handle it, the worry in her eyes, her gentle gestures, the way she looked at him with so much adoration shining on her beautiful figure.

(There were times when he lost himself in his gruesome reality, times when the blood on his hands felt like sin and not duty only. There were times when he felt undeserving of certain kindness, when it felt wrong to receive it. They were rare and he found it hard to understand them — the only thing he was running from, sometimes. 

Of course, the most powerful humans acknowledge their greatest fears. Yes, they do, but there were times when it was too much, times when he didn't want to solve his broken heart, times when he just let the broken pieces remain broken. Sometimes out of ignorance, sometimes because he was annoyed with himself. 

Like now. He was annoyed with himself. Why was he upset that they've barely got to spend time together? They were both busy, it was to be expected. Why was he sad? Why did it feel cold again for a little while? 

It was cold. That office had grown so cold without her in the past month. It's been lonely. Loneliness started scaring him again, so he shut that thought down until that very moment, when it came back and bit him by the heart.) 

“You've been zoning out a lot lately,” she hummed. 

He blinked the fog away. The worry in her eyes didn't falter. Ever present, somehow always alive. Her worry, her love. (So why be sad?) 

Even from a small distance, she managed to lightly resonate with him. A pull in his chest, gentle, a soft pressure into his beating heart. Present in every crack of it. That's when his body relaxed — her hand cupped his cheek. (He didn't notice how tense he had been these days until then.)

Her thumb brushed over his cheekbone in slow circles. Sylus moved his hands, hesitantly placing them on her hips as he brought her closer, between his parted legs. 

“I'm just worried because… it's not the first time I hear something similar from you.” 

This time, the confusion didn't feel like an attack. He just hummed and watched as her gaze followed the lines of his nose and chin, his jawline, the collar of his shirt. 

“You've called me once — thrice, actually — and you seemed sad that I didn't pick up. You seemed worried, too.”

“I told you—”

“It matters to me, Sylus,” she interrupted him in a gentle tone.

I told you there's no need to be sad about my random moods. 

“It matters. When you're sad or worried, not only when you're content with business meetings. Every part of you matters to me.” 

Sylus would've rather averted his gaze, but he couldn't, not when love shimmered like a palpable flame. It burnt, it arched and bended in his direction, yet it never burnt him. It was gentle. Like her touch, like her voice, like her words. 

Her other hand touched his neck, cupping the hot flesh in her palm. 

“You also didn't seem fully yourself these days. And I didn't want to prod too much, I didn't want to be a bother.” She ripped the skin of her lower lip with her teeth. 

His hand shot out and pressed against her lip. The gesture stopped her anxious habit for a while. 

“You are never a bother to me.” 

“I'm glad to know that.” Oh, how sweet of a smile that was, shattering and putting him back together. 

“I didn't want to prod,” she continued, “but it's hard not to notice. You know, you probably think you have it all under control, but,” a broken chuckle escaped her mouth, “it's pretty obvious to me. I see you, even when you think I don't.” 

Stylus had never known how much he needed to hear those words. It was a need he hasn't realized yet, but when she said it like that, it hurt him. It ached. 

The huntress held his face in her palms and bent at the waist, kissing his forehead. (He always finds a reason to do that, but she rarely gets the chance to bestow upon him the same gentleness that comes with a forehead kiss). 

“Sometimes it scares me.” She took in a sudden breath, almost shocked by her own statement. “The way you phrase it, I mean.” 

“What scares you?” because he didn't understand what she meant by that. 

The “being left alone” part? 

“It scares me that you might not see just how much I love you, Sylus. It scares me, because I love you and I want you to know that, always. Even when things go to shit, I love you. I don't want you to ever believe otherwise, because that'd be a lie.” 

Something within him shattered. Loudly. The shards flew into the walls, they sank in the wooden desk, they broke the windows. It was loud in his head. 

She bent again, this time leaving a kiss in between his eyebrows. 

“I would never let go of you, not willingly. I'd curse the world and I still wouldn't let go. You're mine as much as I am yours.” 

Sylus didn't know he needed to hear that come so clearly out of her mouth. It soothed a raw, open wound, it soothed in ways no one but she could've done it. 

He felt his beloved curl her arms around his shoulders, one of her hands petting his hair. 

“Alright?” she whispered. 

“Alright.” A jagged voice, cracking. But it was still an answer. 

So she held him tighter as he hid his face in her neck, breathing deeply into her scent. 

Your mates had ensured you would be prepared for this moment, stretching you open over the last week, stuffing you full of dildos to see if you were ready to take them.

You didn't expect to be like this: melting down into Valko's body, drooling against his shoulder, brain fuzzy and thoughts gone as they put theory into practice.

Valko groans, whining low in his throat as he forces himself to stay still. He can smell you. Smell Sylus. All of your arousal floods his nose, makes his cock leak in anticipation, has him panting with restraint. Your pretty little cunt is stretched around his dick, pressed in right down to the base. His tip pushes against your cervix, kissing it deeply as he tries not to prematurely flood your womb with his cum.

Sylus is the most put-together of you all, and even his composure is cracking at the edges. His right eye glows with burning desire, scales form and sharpen along his skin, and his chest heaves with heavy breaths. "Just one more, baby," he coos breathily. "You can take it."

The wolf huffs a choked laugh beside your ear. "They can't hear you. Poor baby can't even think anymore. Isn't that right, doll?"

Their words don't register anymore. You're so deliciously full. The heat - oh god, the heat of them all around you, inside of you. You're stretched open, barely supporting yourself on your knees. Your poor cunt is dripping around Valko's dick, onto the bed below.

When their hands caress you, you feel it through a haze. The sweet touch of your lovers, all your trust in their hands, puppet to their desires. Sylus grips your ass, spreading your cheeks apart to see just how your tight little hole swallows him. One cock shoved deep inside, while the other drips hot pre on your back. Valko grabs hold of your plush thigh and wraps an arm around your upper back, keeping you held flush against him as he eagerly watches Sylus over your shoulder.

Both of their eyes are locked on Sy's dick as he slowly pulls back and presses the tip against the hole with his thumb. He made sure you could withstand it. For his own sake, he ensured he would be able to fit inside. But, that isn't to say it wouldn't be a tight fit, especially when Val's thick cock is pressing against him through the inner walls of your cunt.

His hips slowly nudge forward. You whimper and whine as you feel the heads push in together, splitting you open in delicate, shallow thrusts. His head longs to tip back, mouth falling open around moans as he becomes hellbent on seeing you take them both. His sweet mate, swallowing both of his cocks at once.

"F-uck, kitten," he husks on a growl. It becomes deep and guttural at the end. Rumbling like a full-bodied dragon. His desires are suffocating. When he's finally able to bury himself to the hilt, he has to close his eyes and remember how to behave so he doesn't break you. You're so precious to him, his treasure, his mate - he can't hurt you. He can't-

"Fuck, you look so good."

The rough grunt pulls him from his draconic thoughts. He pries his eyes open to stare at Valko, at the wolf he's also claimed as his. Those pretty eyes that shine like gold caught in the sunlight...

Valko swallows thickly. His cock twitches with the need to move. God, he wants to fuck you so full. "S' pretty," he breathes. "Almost wish you were fuckin' me."

Sylus grins, wolfish and predatory. Oh, his sweet pup. "If you can keep up, I just might. Once our beloved is swollen and dripping, I'll use my cum to fuck your tight little asshole. How's that sound, dog?"

Valko whines, too animalistic to be human. He's panting already. The sight Sy just put into his head isn't helping. "If you've still got the energy, old man," he grits out.

"Deal."

Sylus presses your lower back down. Forces your knees to widen until you lay fully flush on top of Valko, and he can align himself to your spine. Val is already expecting it when the dragon's mouth descends on his, tongue licking out and claiming him, sealing the deal in spit.

Carefully, Sy rocks his hips, testing to see how easily he can move. You're still so tight, squeezing him so fucking good. Val feels him move through your gummy walls and mirrors him, easing himself out with what little room he's been given to move, and thrusting back in. Drool pools at the corner of his mouth as the kiss only gets sloppier.

You can't move. Sandwiched completely by your partners, you're locked in place, sweaty and superheated, as they begin picking up speed. You're just a toy for them to use. Just a cocksleeve waiting to be filled. You love it. You love the way your clit rubs against Val's pelvis. Love the way Sy's hips smack against your ass. You let go of any conscious thought you were desperately clinging to, and become a slave to the pleasure consuming you.

Valko wishes he'd thought about recording it beforehand. How he would have loved to get a camera and enhance it to record at a cinema-level quality. Aimed perfectly to watch your little holes get stretched open around their dicks. How their skin would shimmer with your arousal and lube and precum. Catch every last twitch of their balls as they unload every last drop of their cum into you...

He's going to be begging to do this again. Already resigning himself to giving up everything - even chocolate - if it means getting to see this erotic scene from every fucking angle.

Sylus bites his lip as he pulls away. His mouth immediately finds your neck, nipping and licking and sucking, overcome by the sheer instinctive need to mark you as his. Valko follows in his wake, leaving the imprint of his sharp teeth beside the impressions of Sy's. Biting through your delicate skin, making damn sure you're well and truly claimed. You mumble incoherently, moans and whimpers falling out with every thrust that punches into you.

Valko feels the flutter of your pussy spasming around him before your mind can even comprehend your orgasm. You squirm and writhe helplessly, unable to move much as they pin you tighter between them. Sylus knows, your ass clenching tight around him. So tight he has to slow down so he doesn't cum right then.

Val's knot is already swelling. Growing at the base of his dick, deep red and thick and eager to plug you up. His head falls back, teeth biting his lip. No, no, he can't knot you yet. You've only just begun, he can't- But, fuck, he can't hold back.

His face scrunches up in a grimace as he lets go of your thigh to grab his cock. He squeezes around his knot, pretending it's your pussy hugging it tight. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-!"

His hips lose their rhythm. The thick vein running along the underside of his dick pulses in time with each spurt of cum. Hot ropes that pour into you, creaming around his cock as it spills out, sticking to his fist and forming shiny, gossamer threads, connecting him to your glistening cunt.

Sylus hums, a low rumble in his throat. "You didn't last long, puppy," he teases. "You just couldn't wait to breed them, could you?"

The wolf whines, head pressing back into the pillow as he tries desperately to catch his breath. Sylus steals the opportunity to latch onto his neck. He bites and sucks at the prominent Adam's apple, grinning as it bobs under his lips. "C'mon, pup, you can keep going, can't you?"

"Yes," he gasps. "Yes, I wanna- wanna cum with you."

Sylus wasn't expecting that answer. He can feel the desire radiating from him, bleeding into his aether core. He bites down hard at the crook of his neck, where it meets his shoulder. He tastes iron on his tongue. Laps it up like a greedy vampire who hasn't tasted blood in years.

Valko hisses, but he gladly keeps his neck exposed to his dragon. He releases his knot, palm slick and messy, to tangle it in silver hair. His nails scratch hard at his scalp. Fingers tug at his hair. His hips pick back up, matching the pattern of Sylus's thrusts, even as the overstimulation burns.

The friction between bodies is intense. The sweat gathers in uncomfortable places, clinging to your belly and Val's, pooling at your chest, between his pecs. Even Sylus is dragging sweat against your back, dripping down his shoulders and onto yours. Sliding down his forehead, his nose, slicking Valko's neck just before he licks the combined perspiration off.

It's so hot. Too hot. You're panting, trying to catch a cool breath of air as the heat consumes you, encapsulating you entirely.

You claw at whatever you can grab. Mindlessly scratching at Valko's bicep, too weak to even leave a mark. "P-Please..." you whimper, voice wrecked and soft.

Sylus sits up, Val's hand falling from his hair to hold onto you again. The cold air that hits your back is a welcome reprieve, sending chills down your spine. "You can rest soon, sweetheart," he promises. He grabs onto your hips, holding you firm and steady as he fucks relentlessly into your poor, abused asshole. "Just a bit longer. Fuck, gonna fill you to the fucking brim, kitten."

Neither of them last much longer. Valko cums first, already too sensitive from his first orgasm to fight it. This time, though, he presses his hips hard against yours, pushing until your cunt finally accepts his knot. The tip of his cock presses open your cervix, forcing you to take every last drop of his cum.

Sylus cums with a loud groan, gasping as the intensity of it overwhelms him. It's been so long since he's allowed his draconic features to be revealed. Since he's had both dicks to experience twice the pleasure. He buries them as deep as they'll go, balls tightening as he spills loads of cum in your ass.

Your whole body shudders as it's overwhelmed by the sheer volume that fills you. Your stomach expanding, pressing more insistently against Valko's, as you struggle to hold it all. Sylus pulls back just enough to slip one cock out. He pushes the other back in, the second rubbing against the cleft of your ass as more cum coats the expanse of your back in pretty white ribbons. Stretched so wide, his cum spills out of your ass and down onto Valko's nuts, down his and your thighs and to the bed. It's all a fucking mess. An absolutely, delightfully delicious mess.

Sylus pants heavily, sitting carefully back on his knees as he wraps one hand around both cocks and pulls fully out of you. He squeezes them from base to tip, forcing every last drop out. Both are coated in an obscene white cream. Every slow pump of his fist carries a shlick sound through the room.

Valko gasps when he feels them prodding at his asshole. He stares through the haze of pleasure as Sylus smirks down at him.

"Don't forget our deal, puppy. I'm not done with you just yet..."

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