D E S T R O Y

They're not taking Sly away from them again.

He and Trip will make sure Sly's allowed out... even if they have to burn down every pharmacy on both parts of the island to do it.

His ambition for finding a bed was dwindling, though. He reached the door of the abandoned base and quickly opened it. No one would be here. No one would dare come into Morphine territory.

Virus kicked the door shut with his foot before forcefully shoving Sly into the nearest wall. One hand slides under one of Sly's legs to get a better angle before feverishly grinding into Sly's hips.

It's a few seconds before he speaks again, before he can find a steady rhythm, and feel the remarkable sensation of grinding Sly into the wall gives his mind some amount of clarity.

The taste of blood, and skin on his lips gave a rush, and he hoped to be able to taste more of the other, as something told him that Virus shared his... tenacity.

The change from being outside to being inside only made Sly more persistent, breathing against the bite mark he had made. When Virus shoved him back into a wall, he gasped in the shock of the impact, and it had him grinning into his neck.

Leaning back into the wall, Sly had tears running down his face, he didn't care, he was focused on the pleasure in his body--the way Virus was pushing into him, the way he had a boner too, it was so hot.

That surprised expression quickly transforms into an almost too-sincere smile, dripping with too much affection. He doesn't know what triggered those tears... did Virus slam him into the wall too hard? Or was he just so relieved to be free, and acknowledged, and touched that he couldn't stand it? Was he so overcome by desire that he couldn't hold himself together any longer? No matter what it was, it pleased the blond a great deal to know he can get tears out of Sly Blue of all people.

"Hey~" He whispers, brushing his thumb just underneath one of Sly's eyes. "I'll take care of it, yeah?" He asks before wiping underneath his other eye.

He licks the salty-water residue from his thumb before reaching back down to undo Sly's belt. He's a little slower and a little more precise than Sly likely wants him to be, both as a reminder that he's in control... and because he wants to savor this long-sought moment. His belt is unhooked and slid out from around his waist. Tossing it to the side, he takes a few seconds to stroke the erection beneath Sly's jeans. Call it a reward for letting Virus tease him.

The button is pulled free, and the zipper is undone, Virus lightly tugging the fabric past Sly's knees before looking back up to meet his face again.

"Do you want to do this here, or on that couch over there?"

He had to be good to get what he wanted, he knew that much, and he also knew that Virus could give him what he wanted; the fact that he was already latched onto him like it was life or death.

They're not taking Sly away from them again.

He and Trip will make sure Sly's allowed out... even if they have to burn down every pharmacy on both parts of the island to do it.

His ambition for finding a bed was dwindling, though. He reached the door of the abandoned base and quickly opened it. No one would be here. No one would dare come into Morphine territory.

Virus kicked the door shut with his foot before forcefully shoving Sly into the nearest wall. One hand slides under one of Sly's legs to get a better angle before feverishly grinding into Sly's hips.

It's a few seconds before he speaks again, before he can find a steady rhythm, and feel the remarkable sensation of grinding Sly into the wall gives his mind some amount of clarity.

His hips moved haphazardly, like a man possessed, nearly bowling the two of them over with his efforts. His tongue lapped at the skin of Virus' neck between his teeth as he made noises. He heard the other speak, and it made him stop his hips, but not his teeth, clamping more, feeling muscle.

Virus is one of maybe three people who understand Sly. He won't destroy those who benefit him in some way.

The only reaction to his skin breaking and pouring blood was a contented sigh. He can't help it; he loves to watch someone so desperate and depraved finally get what's been denied them. Usually, he likes holding it over their heads as some kind of reward for doing as they're told... but he can skip that step this once. He's wanted to see Sly again for years, after all.

Feeling him quake with desperation was all the reward Virus needed to keep this going. "You poor thing~" He teases as he wraps his arms around the legs clinging so needily to him. "I didn't know it was this bad~"

Yes, he did, to an extent. He knew roughly how long Sly had been locked away, and he knew how hard he had been fighting for freedom only to be chained right back up with that medication.

Virus attempts to shake his head-- realizing rather quickly he can't because Sly is clamped down so hard on his neck. If he tries to move his neck at all, Sly might actually tear it.

It's awkward, walking with this man clutched onto him-- and his head positioned so that Virus can only see some of what's ahead of him.

They're in the Old District, which means there are fewer places Virus has access to... though, there are some old Rib team bases Morphine has cleared out. One of those will do. One of them shouldn't be far if they stay in these back alleys.

He was happy to do it. He wanted to do it. He would do absolutely anything for Aoba without question... when Aoba was in his right mind. Right now, Ren can't pinpoint how much of this desire is Aoba and how much of it is Sly trying to force Ren's hand.

As long as that's a possibility, Ren won't act.

At least-- they were difficult to pinpoint until Sly let himself be seen and heard. Brighter eyes, a more commanding voice, a twisted smirk. That's him. That's what Ren was created to protect Aoba from.

He raises his gums as a snarl threatens to spill out of his throat. Were it not for Sei's last words, pleading for both Ren and Aoba to accept and forgive Sly...

His lips drop back into a firm line. He won't give Sly the satisfaction of bringing out the animalistic instincts that are still a part of him.

"Go back." He demands in a cold tone he would never be able to bring himself to use on Aoba. "Let your body heal."

It's the same commanding and yet restrained voice he spoke with when they were both a part of Aoba. It likely doesn't have the same power it once did, but it might spark something.

"I am not yours." He says as his eyes narrow. In Sei's eyes, Sly was just as much his brother as Aoba was, and Sei loved them both more than anything this world could offer.

"I'll heal when I get this fat nut off. If you don't want to, I'll crawl to the bathroom and do it myself." He managed, pushing himself up a little on the bed.

Sly looks like Aoba. He's part of Aoba-- he's not Aoba. Ren's not sure how much of Aoba is coherent-- if any. It's possible he didn't have the strength to push Sly back anymore... or he's shoved into a corner, watching Ren jerk away from his body in repulsion.

Ren reaches out and presses just firmly enough against Aoba's chest to get Sly back down. He shouldn't need to be forceful at all. Aoba's body is ill, and moving is painful for him. Even if Sly is the one in control, he can only put up so much of a fight.

"I won't let you hurt Aoba."

Sei's last plea didn't mean anything to him if it meant putting Aoba at risk.

-- Sei.

... He has Sei's eyes.

Do they still have their power?

Could he use that to go back into Aoba's mind and beat Sly back?

A soft sigh, a combination of relief and ecstasy, parts from his lips as his hands trail from the blue-haired male's waist and underneath his coat. He's been chained down for so long with no agency and no ability to feel. He must be absolutely touch-starved.

The fact that Sly didn't let go, but rather gripped harder onto Virus' clothing as his senses came back to him, proved that much.

Virus gives a small shudder at the sound of Sly's voice, an intriguing combination of commanding yet playful, and all the more enticing when he feels Sly shuddering just as much as he is.

"Welcome back, Sly Blue~" he whispers into the other's ear. Normally, Virus wouldn't be this forward-- not with Sly, anyway; however, the forward ship sailed as soon as he realized Sly was willingly staying against him. It seemed like he wanted touch. He wanted to feel.

He's been deprived of everything for so long. Someone needs to make it up to him.

Surgically altered eyes cast a playful shine as he bows his head, pressing his lips against Sly's temple, then his jaw, and finally firmly pressed to his neck.

But his body reacted in ways he knew in his bones. When Virus whispered into his ear, the bluenette cackled and felt Virus' lips upon his skin. A leg lifted to hook around the taller man's hip, Sly's body was buzzing like an excited canine as he ground his hips into the blonde's hip.

Or, at the very least, what he was willing to take, considering where they were and who he was with. It didn't take much-- just a bit of skin-on-skin contact, and Sly was all but tying himself in a knot around Virus. "Hey, hey--" he tries to get Sly's attention as he starts furiously grinding against Virus' body-- though it seems to fall on deaf ears. Before he can speak again, sharp teeth tear into his skin.

Virus doesn't flinch. His expression doesn't even falter. Sly's starved both for destruction and contact. Virus knew how violent this could get. He still tried to find Sly behind Aoba's eyes. He still encouraged Aoba to let him front.

Besides... he lives with Trip. There is rarely pleasure without pain when they play together.

At least so long as Sly's mouth is busy trying to rip him apart, he can probably get him to listen. One hand slides away from Sly's back and brushes through his hair (does it still have nerves? It doesn't matter. If it does, Sly's likely enjoying it more.) "Don't you want to do this the right way?"

Now... he's no longer a part of Aoba. He shouldn't be able to sense when Sly is trying to front, but he can. There's a slight difference in Aoba's eyes and his voice, and, despite Sei's plea to let Sly exist... he made Ren uneasy.

This wasn't... exactly the same sensation he got when Sly was trying to front. Their physical body is weak, and neither likely have the strength to push forward or push the other back. The way Aoba is speaking and acting... it's as if they're both up front.

Ren doesn't mind being forceful with Sly, but the idea of being forceful with Aoba makes his entire body ache in a way he can't really describe.

"Ao-ba..." He didn't like denying his partner... even if it was the right thing to do; Aoba can't truly consent when he's in this hazy state of mind... and Sly is just as much in control of Aoba's desires as he is.

Still, when Aoba's mouth opens, Ren tilts his chin upward, offering a deep kiss as confirmation of his previous promise.

It takes a few seconds before he pulls away, his palm delicately pressing against Aoba's feverish cheek.

"You need to rest," he whispers. There's a short pause as his eyes and tone turn just the slightest bit more stern.

Being sick and being co-conscious with another alter was likely something weird. Aoba couldn't move well, shifting hurt, and with how warm he was, the sickness had him feeling like he'd vomit sometimes, but he couldn't voice it--though for now his stomach was okay.

Softly coming around, Aoba opened his eyes, they were blurry, and his fingers twitched. He groaned, feeling hot tears down his face, but he was glad that Ren was there.

He felt his body wanting release, alongside being ill, it was ironically nauseating. "N-no rest. Ren, p-please..." Yes, he was sick, and not all there, but being awake enough, surely Ren could make an exception. "I-I can't rest... unless you..."

He was happy to do it. He wanted to do it. He would do absolutely anything for Aoba without question... when Aoba was in his right mind. Right now, Ren can't pinpoint how much of this desire is Aoba and how much of it is Sly trying to force Ren's hand.

As long as that's a possibility, Ren won't act.

At least-- they were difficult to pinpoint until Sly let himself be seen and heard. Brighter eyes, a more commanding voice, a twisted smirk. That's him. That's what Ren was created to protect Aoba from.

He raises his gums as a snarl threatens to spill out of his throat. Were it not for Sei's last words, pleading for both Ren and Aoba to accept and forgive Sly...

His lips drop back into a firm line. He won't give Sly the satisfaction of bringing out the animalistic instincts that are still a part of him.

"Go back." He demands in a cold tone he would never be able to bring himself to use on Aoba. "Let your body heal."

It's the same commanding and yet restrained voice he spoke with when they were both a part of Aoba. It likely doesn't have the same power it once did, but it might spark something.

"I am not yours." He says as his eyes narrow. In Sei's eyes, Sly was just as much his brother as Aoba was, and Sei loved them both more than anything this world could offer.

"I want to destroy..."

Sly was gaining ground, as Aoba switched consciousness, his hand gripping his head slackened, and the body curled into Virus like he was a lover....

Eyes colored golden opened and Sly sighed as he rolled his body into Virus' standing form, the hand gripping the blonde's coat white-knuckling.

A soft sigh, a combination of relief and ecstasy, parts from his lips as his hands trail from the blue-haired male's waist and underneath his coat. He's been chained down for so long with no agency and no ability to feel. He must be absolutely touch-starved.

The fact that Sly didn't let go, but rather gripped harder onto Virus' clothing as his senses came back to him, proved that much.

Virus gives a small shudder at the sound of Sly's voice, an intriguing combination of commanding yet playful, and all the more enticing when he feels Sly shuddering just as much as he is.

"Welcome back, Sly Blue~" he whispers into the other's ear. Normally, Virus wouldn't be this forward-- not with Sly, anyway; however, the forward ship sailed as soon as he realized Sly was willingly staying against him. It seemed like he wanted touch. He wanted to feel.

He's been deprived of everything for so long. Someone needs to make it up to him.

Surgically altered eyes cast a playful shine as he bows his head, pressing his lips against Sly's temple, then his jaw, and finally firmly pressed to his neck.

He isn't upset with Aoba for not destroying that part of himself... though it does make him wary. Are these symptoms withdrawal? If Aoba isn't keeping Sly at bay anymore, he has no reason to take the pills Tae-san gave him.

It could also be as simple as stress. A human's immune system is compromised when they're in stressful situations, and he knows (no matter how much he protested) that Aoba has been rejecting his own care in order to help Ren learn to be human.

There's a soft growl of frustration forming in Ren's throat-- not at Aoba, of course, but at himself. He was supposed to be able to look after and protect Aoba better in a human body. How could he let him neglect himself to the point that he became this ill?

He's seen this all before... he saw Aoba sick when he was a part of Aoba, and he saw Aoba sick when he was an AllMate. He always had a desire to look after him, and yet... he didn't remember it hurting so much to see him writhe in pain or groan at the smallest touch.

He couldn't feel him back then... not the way he can now. When Aoba, asleep and burning with fever, instinctively became aware of Ren's presence and curled into him for comfort-- it physically hurt. The pain in his chest and the tightening in his stomach were sensations he had never felt before.

It was part of being human. It came from a place of loving Aoba so deeply that Aoba's pain was his own. When he thought about it that way, he couldn't say he hated such sensations...

"I've got you," he whispers into Aoba's ear as the smaller body quivers miserably against him. Humans feel a chilled sensation when they're sick, despite how warm their bodies become. Keeping that in mind, he wraps both arms around Aoba and holds him as close to his chest as he can without crushing the shaking mess of blue hair and flushed skin.

Feeling... something poke at his leg was the first thing to make him smile since Aoba started showing signs of illness.

"Now now," he whispers, utterly uncertain if Aoba can even hear him. A light touch to his forehead hurt him, Ren can't imagine what...

Though--being sick it was more that Aoba and Sly shared control, as the lines between the mind blurred.

"R-Ren..."

Now... he's no longer a part of Aoba. He shouldn't be able to sense when Sly is trying to front, but he can. There's a slight difference in Aoba's eyes and his voice, and, despite Sei's plea to let Sly exist... he made Ren uneasy.

This wasn't... exactly the same sensation he got when Sly was trying to front. Their physical body is weak, and neither likely have the strength to push forward or push the other back. The way Aoba is speaking and acting... it's as if they're both up front.

Ren doesn't mind being forceful with Sly, but the idea of being forceful with Aoba makes his entire body ache in a way he can't really describe.

"Ao-ba..." He didn't like denying his partner... even if it was the right thing to do; Aoba can't truly consent when he's in this hazy state of mind... and Sly is just as much in control of Aoba's desires as he is.

Still, when Aoba's mouth opens, Ren tilts his chin upward, offering a deep kiss as confirmation of his previous promise.

It takes a few seconds before he pulls away, his palm delicately pressing against Aoba's feverish cheek.

"You need to rest," he whispers. There's a short pause as his eyes and tone turn just the slightest bit more stern.

No... it seems his chains are keeping him firmly bound.

"Mhhhmh~" He says with a nod and a small rock of his heels. Really, to say they wanted him around was an understatement, but it was good enough for now... especially since it was working. He saw the color burning against Aoba's face when he got close.

【🫐】 ━ A few seconds passed and something blossomed behind his eyes. He had actually been skipping the medicine from Tae, just to see how he could handle it all, and the annoying headaches finally made themself known.

Clutching his head, he leaned forward a little bit, breath leaving him as he sagged a little against Virus. Should he just let it happen... was it okay to give in and switch?

"Aoba, let me out. Clearly someone wants to see me."

He didn't know what to do and continued to hold his head, the ache getting worse behind his eyes. Aoba leaned into the other man, his free hand grabbing clothing, as if to ask for help when he couldn't form words.

Well, well~

If Sly wasn't already clawing for freedom, Virus didn't think he could bring him out, and yet, something had woken him. Something had gotten him to pull away from his chains and smash against his cage.

A satisfied, contented hum escapes the yakuza's throat as he holds his arms out for the version of Aoba that's currently clutching his head. That's all it took for the younger man to lean into him.

... He's adorable.

Yes, it was Sly who got his and Trip's attention, but to say the other part of Aoba wasn't any fun would be a lie. Virus takes full advantage of the situation at hand and wraps his arms around Aoba's waist, holding him against his chest as the poor thing clutches onto his coat in a desperate attempt to hold onto something sturdy... as a way to silently plead for help.

Aoba didn't know, but Sly might... Sly might know how much desperation excites Virus. This... what's playing out before him now: Aoba desperately trying to hold onto reality while Sly desperately fights for agency...

How beautiful~

"Shhhh~" Comes a sickeningly sweet breath against Aoba's ear. "It's alright, Ao-ba-san~" Fortunately, Virus nearly always sounds delighted. If he didn't, it might be too easy to tell how much he wanted to see the other Aoba.

"He won't hurt you," he says to Aoba just as much as he's saying it to Sly. He can come out; he can destroy whatever he wants, but this Aoba is off limits. They like both parts of Aoba-san, after all~

Or maybe it was because Aoba hadn't been taking care of himself lately...shame on him. After moving out of Tae's house to live with Ren on their own, he didn't really care about his health when he had been taking care or Ren, showing him how to be Human.

Aoba hadn't been as vigilant and he got sick.

His eyes roamed in their sockets as he slept so fitfully, and Aoba groaned when Ren felt his forehead, yet still slept, shifting in bed. He wouldn't wake up easily, his fever made him tired, and his body temp being so high made him hallucinate.

When Ren came back with a damp cloth for his forehead, Aoba sighed a shaky breath when the coolness came into contact with his burning forehead, his cheeks and face so red.

He isn't upset with Aoba for not destroying that part of himself... though it does make him wary. Are these symptoms withdrawal? If Aoba isn't keeping Sly at bay anymore, he has no reason to take the pills Tae-san gave him.

It could also be as simple as stress. A human's immune system is compromised when they're in stressful situations, and he knows (no matter how much he protested) that Aoba has been rejecting his own care in order to help Ren learn to be human.

There's a soft growl of frustration forming in Ren's throat-- not at Aoba, of course, but at himself. He was supposed to be able to look after and protect Aoba better in a human body. How could he let him neglect himself to the point that he became this ill?

He's seen this all before... he saw Aoba sick when he was a part of Aoba, and he saw Aoba sick when he was an AllMate. He always had a desire to look after him, and yet... he didn't remember it hurting so much to see him writhe in pain or groan at the smallest touch.

He couldn't feel him back then... not the way he can now. When Aoba, asleep and burning with fever, instinctively became aware of Ren's presence and curled into him for comfort-- it physically hurt. The pain in his chest and the tightening in his stomach were sensations he had never felt before.

It was part of being human. It came from a place of loving Aoba so deeply that Aoba's pain was his own. When he thought about it that way, he couldn't say he hated such sensations...

"I've got you," he whispers into Aoba's ear as the smaller body quivers miserably against him. Humans feel a chilled sensation when they're sick, despite how warm their bodies become. Keeping that in mind, he wraps both arms around Aoba and holds him as close to his chest as he can without crushing the shaking mess of blue hair and flushed skin.

Feeling... something poke at his leg was the first thing to make him smile since Aoba started showing signs of illness.

"Now now," he whispers, utterly uncertain if Aoba can even hear him. A light touch to his forehead hurt him, Ren can't imagine what...

【🫐】 ━ He didn't know, sure he knew Trip and Virus, brothers?, not twins, but he didn't know who they really were... Still, he was surprised by the other's answer.

"So, you're saying you like having me around?" His cheeks colored when Virus got closer. "I'm not sure how to respond... being wanted."

No... it seems his chains are keeping him firmly bound.

"Mhhhmh~" He says with a nod and a small rock of his heels. Really, to say they wanted him around was an understatement, but it was good enough for now... especially since it was working. He saw the color burning against Aoba's face when he got close.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send  ‘reverse’ for the sender and  receiver to  swap.  adjust wording as needed!

[  fever  ]  sender  presses  the  back  of  their  hand  to  receiver’s  forehead,  brows  knitting  with  quiet  concern

[  medicine  ]  sender  sets  alarms  on  their  phone  just  to  make  sure  receiver  doesn’t  miss  a  dose

[  blanket  ]  sender  layers  blankets  over  receiver,  adjusting  them  until  they’re  just  right

[  soup  ]  sender  blows  gently  on  a  spoonful  of  soup  before  offering  it  to  receiver

[  water  ]  sender  holds  the  glass  steady,  murmuring  encouragement  until  receiver  takes  a  sip

[  hair  brush  ]  sender  carefully  brushes  receiver’s  hair  back,  slow  and  soothing

[  ice  pack  ]  sender  wraps  an  ice  pack  in  a  towel  and  presses  it  gently  where  it  hurts

[  temperature  ]  sender  wakes  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night  just  to  check  if  receiver’s  still  warm

[  pill  ]  sender  places  medicine  in  receiver’s  palm  and  waits  until  they  swallow  it

[  quiet  room  ]  sender  dims  the  lights  and  turns  everything  down  low  so  receiver  can  rest

[  slow  ]  sender  stays  at  receiver’s  pace,  arm  ready  in  case  they  stumble

[  bandage  ]  sender  changes  the  bandages  carefully,  apologizing  even  when  it  doesn’t  hurt

[  lap  ]  sender  lets  receiver  rest  their  head  in  their  lap  while  they  stroke  their  hair

[  night  watch  ]  sender  refuses  to  sleep  deeply,  listening  for  every  shift  or  breath

[  warm  cloth  ]  sender  presses  a  cool  cloth  to  receiver’s  neck  or  wrist

[  cough  ]  sender  rubs  slow  circles  between  receiver’s  shoulders  through  every  coughing  fit

[  carried  ]  sender  helps  receiver  move,  taking  more  weight  than  they  should  without  complaint

[  pain  ]  sender  distracts  receiver  with  quiet  stories  or  memories  until  the  pain  dulls

[  soft  voice  ]  sender  speaks  more  gently  than  usual,  like  anything  louder  might  hurt

[  held  ]  sender  sits  behind  receiver,  arms  around  them  so  they  don’t  have  to  hold  themselves  up

[  protective  ]  sender  stays  curled  close  even  after  receiver  falls  asleep

[  food   ]  sender  convinces  receiver  to  eat  “just  a  little  more”  with  a  smile

[  stay  still  ]  sender  gently  stops  receiver  from  pushing  themselves  too  hard

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  hey.  i’ve  got  you.  ❞

❝  don’t  rush.  we’re  not  going  anywhere.  ❞

❝  let  me  do  it  for  you,  okay?  ❞

❝  i  know  it  hurts.  i’m  right  here.  ❞

❝  you’re  allowed  to  rest.  i  promise.  ❞

❝  just  focus  on  breathing.  i’ll  handle  the  rest.  ❞

❝  you  don’t  have  to  be  strong  right  now.  ❞

❝  tell  me  where  it  hurts.  i’ll  be  careful.  ❞

❝  i’m  not  leaving  until  you  feel  better.  ❞

❝  i’ll  stay  up  with  you  if  i  need  to.  ❞

❝  it’s  okay  to  lean  on  me.  ❞

❝  shh…  you’re  safe.  ❞

❝  i’ve  got  time.  all  of  it’s  yours.  ❞

❝  you  don’t  have  to  say  thank  you.  ❞

❝  let  me  take  care  of  you.  ❞ 

❝  you’re  doing  really  well.  ❞

❝  i’m  right  here.  breathe  with  me.  ❞

❝  don’t  apologize.  this  is  what  i’m  here  for.  ❞

❝  rest.  i’ll  wake  you  if  you  need  anything.  ❞