charmed.

oh   ?   he hadn’t noticed that when he was still in beacon. he’d been coming to that realisation a lot lately, that the way mercury behaved in comparison to the smarmy, antisocial shit he’d been as a “ haven student ” had affected all aspects of his life. it had been hard for someone so intrinsically honest like fox to understand, this burden of living a constant lie. he’d come to realise that even tousled in the sheets like this mercury had been a completely different person, even if he had had those seconds of clarity, a few relieving moments without a mask. fox had been noticing it break away, bit by careful bit, the more time they spent together. it was different, having those feelings out in the open. mercury’s confession hadn’t technically been returned yet, but it was hard not to think of the looming emotions, the sheer daunting nature of the statement “ i love you ” when the wolf was like this, someone so naturally guarded in a moment of trusting vulnerability, just for him. it excited fox in more ways than he could fathom.

teasing and frustratingly spiteful as fox could be, he had always been a pleaser, pausing languid thrusts to place his free hand against mercury’s neck, not quite squeezing but just enough to feel his pulse in turn. the way he growled out mercury’s name had been in low, raspy octaves in the shape of a smile against lover’s flesh.   ‘   love the way you beg,   baby.   ’   another roll of hips, pleasure arching like lightning down his spine. the skin where mercury had lain canines sparked, making fox falter and groan, retaliating by upping pace. freeing mercury’s neck, fox shifted weight so that one could grip to mercury’s hips with almost bruising urgency, torquing hips and growling into wolven neck.   ‘   keep talkin’.   love feelin’ the way you writhe all desperate on my cock,   listenin’ to that pretty voice stutter ‘n’ moan.   ’   he could feel the way mercury’s body reacts, was always taking note of the every reaction to his words, his sounds, his actions. the hand on mercury’s hip rose up to lay over chest, heartbeat, and he wondered how he hadn’t noticed before, how fucking good sex was without that imaginary barrier between them, clear as day when he could feel mercury arch that beautifully.

‘   good boy.   ’

vacuoans had fun names for natural phenomena. misery’s kiss, sunstroke. lasting regret, food poisoning. sudden demise, sinkholes. they had a name for miracles too despite their overwhelming cynicism, and one of fox’s favourites had always been the name bestowed flowers that could survive in the desert ; angel tears. as if only a drop from the heavens could have mercy on this resilient plant. it was such a welcome change from the desert wastes, and as damn near rare a sight as rain. fox had only found angel tears once in his life, happening upon them some curious night. he hadn’t been able to dissociate blake from those curious flowers. it was the scent, almost the same, some subspecies of plant that had somehow found its way into his life the same way she did. from fox’s crown investigations to the ruthlessness of grimm missions, visits to recuperate in the oasis had been few and far between. he could barely remember the layout of his shade dorm, and yet had spent more time in his room with nightshade for company than he had in months. and belladonna had been such a welcome change too. for all the damnation she placed upon herself, no matter the awful machinations she believed engrained into her bones, since leaving her that night in beacon he had never thought of her as anything but a gift.

vulpes back hit the bed with a resounding thud, something akin to surprise flitting across expressionism. he hadn’t been expecting that. blake had a fantastic way to keep surprising him. he normally liked it to be the other way around, and though fox craved the familiar there was always something enticing about the unknown, about believing he was three steps ahead only to be shown up at the last second. blake had always fascinated him this way. flush dusted against chiselled features as he stared up in the direction of her pants, for a moment in awe to be in the presence of an absolute blessing. he’d had no idea either, what he was chasing when he’d followed in her aura - swathed footsteps all those years ago.

‘   ah,   i’d shut up if you didn’t like it,   bright eyes,   but i know you do.   ’   vulpes made a point to growl, raspy tonality that sleepy - worn drawl at it’s most enticing, burnt honeycomb on lips starved for it. hands tightened on sweetheart hips as he met each wanton roll with one of his own, hands trailing up, up, to palm and stroke over silver - adorned nipples.   ‘   i can tell when i have you like this.   ’   he aimed to get her shaking, coming up to sit as a hand wandered to her back, supporting it as fox leant forward to trail scarred lips across chest and sternum, feeling for the rhythmic thump, thump.   ‘   —   when i can hear and feel the way you shiver and moan.   y’ really think i’m gonna stop talking when i can hear how worked up y’ are   ?   ’   free hand slid down from her chest, moving down to palm over heat and rub teasingly against her slit with devilish fingers. the other lingering near her back clawed down to the base of blake’s spine the way trickster had learned drove her wild.   ‘   want me to stop   ?   i will when you stop makin’ cute sounds,   pretty girl.   how much o’ this ‘s turning you on   ?   ’   fox had always had a feeling her voice would sound rapturous. he tended to be right.