a lost soul

Gavin sighed, knowing that they were right but deciding to complain anyway. “That may be true, but I think we were both a little out of it when we decided that this was a good idea.”

“Maybe. But it’s a bit nice, don’t you think? We’re not always able to spend our mornings together.”

The daemon hummed, acknowledging his partner’s sentiment. “I suppose you’re right, Freelancer. Our schedules have seemed determined to keep us apart for as long as possible. They can’t do it forever, though.”

Freelancer nodded in agreement, a soft smile spreading across their face. The pair’s schedules had been hectic recently, both getting up at odd hours and returning even later. The most they could do was eat dinner together before passing out on their couch or in bed, so the somewhat impromptu coffee date was a nice change of pace for both of them.

The customer ahead of them finished ordering and stepped aside, allowing for them to go up to the counter next. The coffee shop was close to their home, so it was a place that they frequented. They both ordered their typical drink, and Gavin, as usual, made a face of exaggerated disgust when Freelancer gave their order.

As the two stepped away from the counter Gavin’s hand slipped away from theirs to wrap an arm around Freelancer’s waist, pulling them into his side.

“I truly have no idea how you drink that stuff. It can’t possibly be as good as you claim it is.”

“Hey! It’s incredible, thank you very much. You would know if you actually tried it for once, rather than judging it from afar.” Freelancer nudged their head gently against Gavin’s, a smile on their face.

“I know it’s bad without having to taste it. Quite frankly, it shouldn’t be legally acceptable to be sold to people,” Gavin replied.

He constantly teased them for their choice in drink. It was a thing that he’d done the first time they ordered it, and ever since then he always, without fail, brought up how ‘disgusting’ the drink was. It was something of a running gag between the two, Gavin would judge and Freelancer would act offended then attempt to get him to try it to no avail. It was silly, but it was them.

Once they’d gotten their drinks, they took a seat at a semi-secluded table and took small sips as they talked about nothing in particular. Work, their studies, the new TV show they’d picked up two weeks ago. It was domestic, and both of them savored these moments, Gavin especially.

Sometimes, he’d just simply sit and think about how much his life had changed since he’d met them. Never in a million years would the daemon have guessed that he would meet the person he planned to spend forever with. He never thought that he’d wake up every day and see their beautiful face and be filled with nothing but love, happiness, and warmth. Every day, he thanked the universe that he was able to keep them, and every day he spent every moment he could proving that he deserved to.

As they were talking, Freelancer got distracted by something happening outside the coffee shop window. Their eyes darted to it before their head turned to watch the scene more carefully. Gavin didn’t know what they were looking at, and he didn’t care, quite frankly. He took the chance to admire them, so relaxed and carefree, and gorgeous in the early morning light.

A soft smile spread across his lips, one that always found itself present on his face when they were around. His eyes eventually drifted down to the table between them, more specifically, to the drink order he always judged them for.

There was no doubt in his mind that the drink would taste horrible. The strange mix of flavors that was poured into the thing was surely nothing pleasant to anyone. But then again, Freelancer did enjoy it, enough to drink it every time they visited the shop.

He let out a soft sigh, giving into the urge that had pulled at him every time they had offered him a sip in the past. Discreetly grabbing the drink while they were distracted, he took a sip, expecting to hate every bit of it, but it was surprisingly pleasant. Not his preference, but certainly not as bad as he had made it out to be.

Gavin wasn’t quick enough with his taste test, though, and Freelancer turned their head back just in time to catch him sipping the drink. Their mouth dropped open, an incredulous laugh leaving their lips at the sight.

“Really?!”

Gavin’s lips pursed when he realized that he’d been caught. He swallowed quickly and set the drink back down in front of them. “What?” He said casually, as if he had no idea what they were talking about.

Freelancer scoffed, “What do you mean ‘what’? I thought you hated my order!”

“‘Hated’ is a strong word. More like…silently judged.”

They rolled their eyes lightheartedly. “It was not silent. You literally gagged every time I ordered it.”

“Maybe. But it was silent gagging,” he said with a chuckle.

Freelancer laughed as well, shaking their head at him. “Well why would you drink it if it was so ‘bad’?”

“…You like it,” he admitted quietly, “And I like you. And I want to understand everything I can about you, even your odd choice in drinks.” Gavin smiled, his voice sincere. “Besides, you like me, so the drink couldn’t have been that bad. You definitely have good taste,” he said with a wink.

A smile broke out across Freelancer’s face, one they couldn’t hide. They could feel their cheeks heating up at his words, and they quickly covered their mouth in an attempt to hide just how giddy he had made them feel. Gavin smiled even wider at that, loving seeing that expression on their face because of him.

His hand reached out, wrapping gently around the one covering their mouth and slowly pulling it away.

“I like seeing you like this,” he said softly, before leaning in to kiss them gently on the lips.

Freelancer reciprocated the kiss immediately, their eyes fluttering shut as they savored the feeling of his soft lips against theirs.

Gavin slowly pulled away after a few moments, licking away the residue liquid from his lips. It tasted of the drink and something that was purely them. A taste that he’d remember for the rest of his life.

The couple stared into each other’s eyes for a few quiet moments, simply soaking each other in. Eventually, Freelancer exhaled softly and leaned back in their chair.

“So, what’s the verdict on my drink?” They asked.

Gavin hummed, pretending to consider their question for a moment before answering.

“…I’ve gotta admit. It’s pretty good.”

“I told you!”

I don’t really listen to the D.A.M.N. crew so if some of this is ooc or inaccurate I apologize! I tried my best using the info I remembered from the audios I have listened to.

This is my first time writing something like this, hopefully it’s good! Feel free to leave writing tips, I wanna improve if I can :) -Ky.

@cudavianka (Thanks for the idea! I hope you like it <3)

Porter turned the squeaky shower knob until the water drizzled to a stop. With the sticky blood finally scrubbed away, he whipped the curtain back on the rung and snatched the towel.

The last time he was with Treasure, they had said it was funny. How he loathed that ice cold gap between turning off the hot water and wrapping himself up in something soft and clean.

The towels in that hotel room weren't Treasure's. They reeked of 'lemony fresh' laundry detergent.

His duffle bag sat in the corner. It sagged in most places. Other than the... essential items, which he carried for the job, he liked to travel light.

He tossed the towel aside and started to unzip the bag to riffle through it for his spare clothes.

A sliver of fabric— familiar, but surprising to find there— caught his eye. And a pleasant aroma. He pulled the light garment out from the pile.

Treasure's tank top lay in hands, all soft and inviting cotton. Warmth blossomed in his core as he pressed his face into it, breathing deeply.

Their wonderful scent flooded his brain, making his head a little dizzy. Tiny goosebumps sprung up on his skin.

He abandoned the other clothes in the duffle bag, making a beeline for the bed. He snatched his phone from the nightstand.

Corvus pops up in front of Dreamer seemingly from nowhere, and they yelp, nearly dropping their phone. They are pretty much convinced he does this on purpose to be honest.

"Hello, friend," he smiles... or well, attempts to. He's been trying to perfect his smile these last couple of months. And while it doesn't necessarily look human, it looks his own. And Dreamer finds it hard to stay mad at him whenever they see it. "I have news."

They blink, "okay?"

"I took your advice and decided to expand my interests into new horizons."

"Really? Like what?"

"I have taken up reading about birds, more specifically, falcons."

Dreamer's lips quirk up. "Like Theo?"

"Incorrect, I was reading about regular unempowered nonshifter falcons."

"Heard something about falcons," Lincoln walks up with a slight smile.

"Friend Lincoln, I was just in the process of telling our dreamwalker friend about my new discoveries in relation to regular, unempowered nonshifter birds." Corvus smiles up at Lincoln, very pleased with himself.

"Oh, yeah? What did you find out?" Lincoln cocks his head curiously.

"Did you know that petting adult birds on the back can lead them to become hormonal and sexually frustrated?"

The sentence hangs in the air between the three of them. Dreamer has never felt more perplexed in their life... of all the things to tell them--?

Lincoln snorts in amusement. "Well, thank you for that, Corvus." He nudges Dreamer lightly. "That information may be useful... someday."

♡♡♡♡

The four of them sit on the ground with textbooks, notebooks, and sticky notes galore. Not that any of them have managed to get a lot of studying in.

And after an hour, Theo is done pretending. He sighs with a roll of his shoulders.

"Uh, you okay there?" Dreamer raises a brow.

"Hm? Oh yeah," Theo chuckles. "I guess I've been hunched over a laptop screen for two hours too long or something."

"Back pain, huh?" There's a light twinkle of amusement in Lincoln's voice that instantly piques Dreamer's interest. Lincoln simply winks at them, and Corvus knows to keep his mouth shut.

"Yeah, I guess. But it's fine. Don't worry about it."

"I think I have something that could help..." Theo gives Lincoln a questioning glance. "A back massage?"

Theo pauses, thinking a little, before he shrugs (even that motion, stiff). He flashes the graviton energetic a sheepish smile. "If you wouldn't mind."

Lincoln crawls his way over to the shifter, positioning himself behind him, flexing his fingers and starting his massaging.

As Lincoln kneads into the knots and lumps of Theo's back, Corvus and Dreamer watch with intrigue as the focus in Theo's eyes seems to melt away into nothing but mind-numbing pleasure.

They watch as with every press and dig of Lincoln's fingers, Theo's brain is slowly being turned off.

They watch as his jaw slackens a little and his breathing picks up.

The breaths slipping from his lips materialise into heavy moans that stir both of Dreamer's and Corvus' loins.

Theo's eyes are half-mast as they slowly drag up to the captive audience he has before him. "Link--" his voice melts into a whine. "Lincoln, I think...ngh, that's--"

"Do you want me to stop?" Lincoln murmurs against the shell of Theo's ear.

Theo's voice does nothing but whimper, so he shakes his head.

"You were so right, Corvus," Dreamer smiles at him. "Good job."

Corvus basically bristles with pride. "Of course, I read every book the library, the bookstore, and the internet had to offer on the topic." His eyes flicker back to Theo, whose whimpers have escalated to heavy moaning. "We should probably help him by providing sufficient stimulation."

Dreamer gestures at Theo, encouraging Corvus to move toward the shifter.

Corvus does as Dreamer suggests and moves toward Theo. Staring into his blown-out eyes, Corvus can positively say that this is the first time he's found himself lost for words. It's as if all the heat in his body gathers between his legs.

Theo's eyes fall to Corvus' lips. desperately.

"Go on, Cor... kiss him."

In an instant. Corvus recalls all the movies and shows Dreamer encouraged him to watch, and then... he knows what to do. He uses his pointer finger to angle Theo's face up, and then he leans, ghosting his lips over Theo's own.

The moan rumbling in Theo's throat is nothing short of needy, as he tries to lean in closer, but not too far away from Lincoln's touch.

"Don't tease him too much," Lincoln chuckles smugly.

And ever the obedient demon, Corvus leans in and finally closes the gap. His senses become quickly overwhelmed by the wet warmth of Theo's mouth, the sensitivity of his own tongue against the shifters, and the delectable hums that coat his ears.

Simply hearing the muffled noises of pleasure sends licks of delight all through Dreamer's body. They lock eyes with Lincoln, who darts his own over to Theo like come over here.

So they do. They crawl over and slide their hot mouth on the swoop of Theo's neck. He moans deeper into Corvus' mouth.

Dreamer slides their hands under Theo's shirt, reveling in how his muscles jump at their touch.

Their eyes open a touch to see Lincoln staring at them with pure lust in his eyes, causing him to press down harder into Theo's back. Theo arches hard and his hands fly out... one firmly on Corvus' cheek, and the other digging into Dreamer's thigh.

"Ah, fuck," he hisses into Corvus' mouth.

Dreamer giggles, reaches over, and tugs Lincoln forward, then melds their mouth with his. They feel him melt under their touch as he quickly deepens the kiss, eager to explore every ridge of their mouth.

The sigh of relief Lincoln lets out sends goosebumps down their arms.. Theo seems to enjoy that too, by the sudden bucking up of his hips. Dreamer knows what to do.

They grab his hips, stilling them, before nestling their thigh between his legs. They feel his body go slack between them for only a moment, before his hips frantically drag up and down, giving his throbbing dick some much-needed friction.

AAAAH WHY SO FUZZY IN TUMBLR

Anyways they come in grey, purple, blue and acid yellow, with a horror version.