See? I'm a Good Detective

Max looks at Dev and the door. The door that had been opened before and he did what anyone would do. He hasted his run towards the door…

Until with more crushing horror he noticed it was locked with chains that would take probably a chainsaw to work at it. “It’s locked, Dev!” He yelled back in terror.

And it was in that moment, that moment that all drugs and booze consumed had seemed to freeze in everyone’s veins in the area where the guy was bleeding out, falling on the floor. And Max’s words that were meant for Dev’s hit theirs to.

And panic came. Everything was barred, locked tight. The few that were open were windows in the upstairs but a fall would cause serious injury or death if landed wrong.

Cal walks out to the downstairs commotion and he looks at Max who was just as frightened like the other prey. “He’s Dev’s.” He called simply. He was not going to get between this unless Dev hesitated or Max came to his senses.

Max was afraid of them, but not Devrim. It was Tom and Cal. He had seen the other man and saw the red on his face. It made the boy sick and he huddled into a corner and held himself, keeping his eyes down.

Cal rolls his eyes at the crying and screaming. Thankfully it didn’t spread upstairs for now. But he was happy to walk down casually and looks at Tom, “looks like you scared them~

Come on Dev, eat. I’ll hide Max away in a room if you want~ And well, if he reacts terrible, he’s all yours to eat if he hurts you.” He was all ready to kill Max, but what is nicer than let Dev?

Everything in Devrim’s body was tensing. He tried not to breathe, but it wasn’t just the scent that was kicking in his instincts .. it was the injured animals; the cry, and Devrim swallowed as saliva started to pool around his teeth, and his vivid blue eyes slitted.

Max run … he whispered in his mind, the room was starting to disappear into a haze, only the pin pointed locked vision on the man crying and bleeding in front of him.

His other father a distant sound. But he heard the scream of the locked doors, he just hoped his father locked him away.

Fine. He wouldn’t do anything to Max .. for now. He’d let Dervim take care of him once his son was out of control.. delving into his instincts. Oh, Tom knew what he was doing.

He wanted a massacre… all at the hands of his child.

Maybe Max should see this.

He wanted to erase all the bullshit brainwashing the humans put on Devrim. For now he let Cal take the boy away to the upstairs room. He’d get started on Devrim first.

“You heard your father, eat, Devrim~,” Tom’s voice rolled even though it was laced as a command .. the command of a parent to a child. “You’re not a human, Devrim. You’re a dragon. What they told you isn’t true. They lied to you to keep you under their control. They know you’re a god to them. Eat the boy. It’s in your blood.”

With that, Tom extended a single talon from his finger, pulled up the bleeding sack of human meat, and sliced open his jugular.

And he began to hunt down people, when before he just lovingly watched the show. Maybe drinking while he watched. Almost twistedly jealous seeing limbs and people disappear down his love's throat.

Cal was twisted still given he loved the idea of still being eaten by his husband. Not like he could die in there after all~ Well, probably could if inside long enough, but really it was just so warm.

And maybe just maybe he was curious on what a person felt like, alive, screaming as they slid down.

And well, maybe it wasn't the smartest ideas but Cal allowed some of the guise to fall and if people weren't panicking before they sure were now as the wings, head, and talons of a dragon slipped out while the rest was human give or take a few scales showing here or there.

He bit and claws, slicing or biting off limbs or half bodies that were to close and eating them like he had been starving.

However, he wanted to enjoy some in Devrim's way as he called it. And he pinned a boy down who looked up at Cal, pleading that he had a family or swearing he'll tell no one. Same old times, like a broken record. Talons leaving blood on him as he stared down at his prey with a grin. Licking his face much to the guy's disgust.

"Mmmm, I would let you go if you tasted bad. But you taste well. Mmm that's a compliment." He teased and tormented the boy who struggled to get away. And the true horror for him began when Cal opened his large jaws and clamped around his head and shoulders. Keeping his arms pinned as he swallowed him alive.

It was weird at first, but oh fuck, the struggling and screams sent shivers through him as he swallowed the poor guy whole and alive like Devrim had. Slurping up the kicking legs with ease and following the wiggling until it disappeared into his guise but he rubbed his belly. "Mmm I know why you like doing this, Devy. I prefer them begging and squirming all the way down. Mmmm. Tell you what~ If you give me a good belly rub, I'll let you out" He teased the wiggling and probably overly hot prey who obeyed desperately. "Mmm, good food" He teased. To bad that didn't last long as the heat or acids got to him. "Wonder who else will be luckier"

And it was as if fate called Max to Dev who he near literally ran into, “woah- Dev? Yo!” He was already reeking of stuff he shouldn’t be mixing and Max was already looking at Dev with drunkness and love, “if I knew you were coming, I’d have had saved some more edibles.”

Cal locked and secured everything, no reception. But the complaints were drowned out by the partying.

“Hey man, what’re you doing?”

Cal froze at the words of someone who was apparently not high enough to mind his own business and he stood up from the window, “just trying to keep myself balanced, I think I drank to much” He laughs and looks at the guy in the eyes, “but I’d love to have you as the main course… if you’re into that~?”

The compulsion pushed easily into the guy’s head and it didn’t matter his sexuality in that moment, the way Cal flirted was making him blush, “I have been called a snack before. Sure”

“Mmm, you’re a full course meal in my eyes, my friend. I’m Caleb”

He pulls the guy into an empty room and smiles, “you will enjoy every bit of this.” He whispers, kissing the guy’s fingers before opening his mouth and swallowing up his arm with scary ease. The guy was amazed at the sight and had to hold back a cry when Cal bit down and snapped his arm clean off. Swallowing the bloody limb, “mmm yep, a meal. Does it feel good”

The guy cried but couldn’t fight the force as he nodded, “yes, please more.”

“Good boy. Now try and keep quiet” He was going to eat him piece by piece and the guy cried silently in a forced moan until either bloodloss killed him, Cal hit one to many needed organs, or his body just surrendered as Cal eat until there was only a gory mess left. “Maybe in your next life, you stay out of my business.”

Tom was still laughing. “Now why would I do something like that, Dev?” It was funny. He loved his son, but it was. Just some good old family teasing.. plus he knew where this was going.

The adrenaline was already flowing.

And although he couldn’t hear what Cal was doing, the oh so nice scent of human blood trickled to his nose, which meant Devrim could smell it, too.

Gods he fucking loved, Cal.

He just grinned as Max approached and started talking to his little Dev. “Good to see you, Max,” his tone rolled in tease. “Do your parents know you are dealing?”

The irate person who he stole the drink from was still yelling, when Tom oh so casually right in front of Max locked eyes with the human and told him to bite his own tongue off.

The terror in the guy’s eyes was glory as blood started to ooze down the guy’s chin to the floor. A moment later, he started coughing, and then the tongue fell out.

Okay, now he saw exactly where this party was going. He could smell blood… human blood, and then Max was there, and before Devrim could respond, he stared with a mix of transfixed horror as he father made some person bite off his tongue.

The blood. There was so much blood an gods it smelled so incredible; the addiction suddenly flooding into his senses and instincts.

“Max get out of here. Go home. Just go home. Right now.”

He stared at his dad. “Don’t do this… ” He knew what they were doing. This was about wanting him to feed, but he had a horrible uncontrolled addiction from his repression on the island, and Harry and Wil had told him he wasn’t allowed to eat humans… and Max was there.

Max looks at Dev and the door. The door that had been opened before and he did what anyone would do. He hasted his run towards the door...

Until with more crushing horror he noticed it was locked with chains that would take probably a chainsaw to work at it. "It's locked, Dev!" He yelled back in terror.

And it was in that moment, that moment that all drugs and booze consumed had seemed to freeze in everyone's veins in the area where the guy was bleeding out, falling on the floor. And Max's words that were meant for Dev's hit theirs to.

And panic came. Everything was barred, locked tight. The few that were open were windows in the upstairs but a fall would cause serious injury or death if landed wrong.

Cal walks out to the downstairs commotion and he looks at Max who was just as frightened like the other prey. "He's Dev's." He called simply. He was not going to get between this unless Dev hesitated or Max came to his senses.

Max was afraid of them, but not Devrim. It was Tom and Cal. He had seen the other man and saw the red on his face. It made the boy sick and he huddled into a corner and held himself, keeping his eyes down.

Cal rolls his eyes at the crying and screaming. Thankfully it didn't spread upstairs for now. But he was happy to walk down casually and looks at Tom, "looks like you scared them~

Come on Dev, eat. I'll hide Max away in a room if you want~ And well, if he reacts terrible, he's all yours to eat if he hurts you." He was all ready to kill Max, but what is nicer than let Dev?

“Welcome to the party”

What surprised him was that Max was among the crowd. Shame there. He wondered how the guy will react.. then again he could smell the booze and drugs of all kinds. “I didn’t know. Don’t worry about him~ The party is about you”

And if Max is eaten, well, shame like he said. Or if he reacted bad that hurt their Devy.

Tom couldn’t help but chuckle. Okay, he had no idea that Max was going to be there, but this just made it even more entertaining. This will be interesting. He laughed, not being able to help the obnoxious grin, as he got out of the car.

“Ah, come on, Dev. Even better. Your human ‘friend’ should definitely be at your birthday party.”

Tom gave a slight nod to Cal in knowing at Cal started off to lock all the exits.

Dev wasn’t too sure about this… and his father’s laughing didn’t help. “You aren’t going to hurt him, are you?” he had to ask. He knew his fathers weren’t crazy about him… but he let his dad lead him into the party. The noise and stench of pot and other things was vivid… and he stared in shock as his father just TOOK away some guy’s drink to hand to him.

He took it, though, sniffed it, and then took a sip. It was free alcohol. He wasn’t going to complain… but where was Max?

And it was as if fate called Max to Dev who he near literally ran into, "woah- Dev? Yo!" He was already reeking of stuff he shouldn't be mixing and Max was already looking at Dev with drunkness and love, "if I knew you were coming, I'd have had saved some more edibles."

Cal locked and secured everything, no reception. But the complaints were drowned out by the partying.

"Hey man, what're you doing?"

Cal froze at the words of someone who was apparently not high enough to mind his own business and he stood up from the window, "just trying to keep myself balanced, I think I drank to much" He laughs and looks at the guy in the eyes, "but I'd love to have you as the main course... if you're into that~?"

The compulsion pushed easily into the guy's head and it didn't matter his sexuality in that moment, the way Cal flirted was making him blush, "I have been called a snack before. Sure"

"Mmm, you're a full course meal in my eyes, my friend. I'm Caleb"

He pulls the guy into an empty room and smiles, "you will enjoy every bit of this." He whispers, kissing the guy's fingers before opening his mouth and swallowing up his arm with scary ease. The guy was amazed at the sight and had to hold back a cry when Cal bit down and snapped his arm clean off. Swallowing the bloody limb, "mmm yep, a meal. Does it feel good"

The guy cried but couldn't fight the force as he nodded, "yes, please more."

"Good boy. Now try and keep quiet" He was going to eat him piece by piece and the guy cried silently in a forced moan until either bloodloss killed him, Cal hit one to many needed organs, or his body just surrendered as Cal eat until there was only a gory mess left. "Maybe in your next life, you stay out of my business."

But Cal was probably unique given he was human before to. But well, he lacked much care for his own race then and now. He had to see it Devrim’s way for his dragonling’s sake, “do not get attached to people Dev. Some may be trusted, but others, the majority would no sooner treat you like an animal, something inferior.

Or worse. Its best to eat them so there are no witnesses or compel them so they don’t remember if worse comes to worse.” He was sure Dev could only eat so much at his size when compared to Tom who could probably eat the whole city and still maybe want more… the idea made him smile.

He glanced at Tom, “as much as it should be natural thinking. Our Dev was raised by a human and a half fae. But” He looks back at Dev, “you will love this surprise in many ways.” Since well, its no surprise that Dev has a bit of a party side thanks to Max and maybe the need to be a teenager. If Dev were human, Cal may have been more against it and the drugs, but eh, one can only be a teenage dragon once and he was curious about Max.

Was Max like Cal in ways that he’d watch his beloved dragon devour one of his own species without care? Or will Max be afraid and they’d get to eat him for hurting their Dev? As much as he hoped somewhat for the former, he hoped more for the latter.

It was in watching his son’s reaction that he knew this was something that HAD to be done.. no matter the consequences. Their son had been brainwashed into this ‘human empathy’ crap which was fucking bullshit. They were food and eating and thrill of the hunt could be very … entertaining, especially in this era.

He let his husband talk to their boy and a small smile itched the corner of his lips at his Ethrestan’s words, his little Cal.

“Oh, you will definitely love this, Dev~.”

The car finally drove up and stopped in front of the large party house. The blaring music was heard from outside even without their sharp dragon hearing. It still drove Tom nearly nuts that he actually had two dragons with him, after being along for so many years. It fucking turned him on – well, not Devrim, but the idea of a clan hunting down humans did… and his baby brother.

“I can trust Max,” he said to his dad in response, but his dragon instincts were going crazy. He wasn’t an idiot, he could tell his fathers were up to something most likely not good. But what was he supposed to do about it?

As the car stopped, Devrim looked outside. He saw the house and could hear the people talking inside; the chatter of a party. “A party?” he asked, hesitantly. He like parties, and then he caught the very slight scent amongst the other humans - Max.

"Welcome to the party"

What surprised him was that Max was among the crowd. Shame there. He wondered how the guy will react.. then again he could smell the booze and drugs of all kinds. "I didn't know. Don't worry about him~ The party is about you"

And if Max is eaten, well, shame like he said. Or if he reacted bad that hurt their Devy.

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“Don’t FUCKING turn me on, Cal, Devrim is right here,” he teased with fake frustrated anger, until he smiled with a laugh. How fucking adorable and delicious did he need to be?

“It’s brilliant,” he said, turning to the man in the front of the car, again. “You heard him. He said to fucking walk home to our house and wait for us there. Sprinkle maybe some salt and pepper in your hair.” He chuckled.

The man stopped the car, and got out, starting on his way.

“Come on, Devrim. It would be a waste of food. If you’re going to fuck with someone you don’t just let them go. The fucks already there, you just eat the thing so there’s no evidence of anything. Simple laws of reason.”

“Salt and pepper?” He laughs at the idea. Why not just put himself in between two large pieces of bread? 

If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought that Devrim was the sanest of them. “Think about it after our surprise, okay.” The excitement resumed as he watched the guy walk off, “good boy~”

He didn’t really know how to react to all of this. It went against everything he had been taught in Neverland from Wil and Harry. You don’t eat humans. Humans had feelings and were even his friends - family - and now his father was telling him they were just food and not waste it, as if leaving the man free be the same as throwing out good food in the garbage and letting it spoil.

His other father was agreeing and found this whole thing funny.

What was he supposed to do? He came to this world to learn about who he really was, didn’t he? He did eat humans, so what did all this mean?

But Cal was probably unique given he was human before to. But well, he lacked much care for his own race then and now. He had to see it Devrim's way for his dragonling's sake, "do not get attached to people Dev. Some may be trusted, but others, the majority would no sooner treat you like an animal, something inferior.

Or worse. Its best to eat them so there are no witnesses or compel them so they don't remember if worse comes to worse." He was sure Dev could only eat so much at his size when compared to Tom who could probably eat the whole city and still maybe want more... the idea made him smile.

He glanced at Tom, "as much as it should be natural thinking. Our Dev was raised by a human and a half fae. But" He looks back at Dev, "you will love this surprise in many ways." Since well, its no surprise that Dev has a bit of a party side thanks to Max and maybe the need to be a teenager. If Dev were human, Cal may have been more against it and the drugs, but eh, one can only be a teenage dragon once and he was curious about Max.

Was Max like Cal in ways that he'd watch his beloved dragon devour one of his own species without care? Or will Max be afraid and they'd get to eat him for hurting their Dev? As much as he hoped somewhat for the former, he hoped more for the latter.

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“It reduces the risk to zero.” 

The sight of blood was quite tempting. His bloodlust had really shot up since becoming a dragon, it was harder to control. Playing with them was a little harder but still nothing he couldn’t handle with patience…

Handed down tradition? He liked the idea of messing with places and people more. Come Halloween, they could probably all pull off having their wings and talons out given how over the top some costumes can get. 

He pouts, “aw come on, I was just going to take off his head~ surely he’d live without it” He teased but he was also nice in his far more twisted way. “Hmm let him walk back to the house, he can be a snack for tomorrow~” He smirks. An extra after-birthday gift, if Dev could even eat for a week or month after what their plans are~

He was actually starting to wonder if perhaps growing up with Harry instead of his dads might not have been as bad of a thing as he made it out to be.

Like, in human terms, this entire conversation should have them arrested. 

The blood did smell good, though, like dinner cooking on the stove, and he was hungry, but still …. “Maybe we should just let him out. He won’t remember anything, anyway if he’s compelled, right?”

“Don’t FUCKING turn me on, Cal, Devrim is right here,” he teased with fake frustrated anger, until he smiled with a laugh. How fucking adorable and delicious did he need to be?

“It’s brilliant,” he said, turning to the man in the front of the car, again. “You heard him. He said to fucking walk home to our house and wait for us there. Sprinkle maybe some salt and pepper in your hair.” He chuckled.

The man stopped the car, and got out, starting on his way.

Cal had at least attempted to make his collar look like it was a fashion statement over something off putting. He had also made attempts to hide it under his shirt collars best he could in public. Here though, he let it show. The Fae were really hammering in that he was no better than a dog.

The pain was there, but Cal had gotten used to it. “Yes? What is it?” He didn’t want Devrim to become head of the family.. so young still. Cal was not exactly the best example of running given he was more of the detective and behind the scenes over up front. 

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“Oh it’s a surprise like we said, be patient” 

Cal was still quite uncertain about the drivers now, and how far some may go to put on an act. “I still insist I should drive, it’d reduce the chances of betrayal to zero… unless you want to have a little foreplay or into that” He teased. Of course Cal would never keep it in his pants.

The club, all to themselves. It sounded magical in a twisted and grotesque kind of way.

It was hard to tell with one dad if he truly cared about his feelings and wishes or if he just wanted FOR him what he wanted him to be and enjoy… but either way, the not so friendly reminder of the old entire incident with their ex-driver was something he didn’t want to think about, and instantly made him feel guilty all over, again.

The driver had worked for the Order, had the whistle, and made him fucking fry his other dad and rip off his scales with his teeth.

He felt nothing as he watched the compelled man stab himself in the hand. He may not be as ruthless as his one dad, but he did eerily feel nothing for that human.

He agreed. He didn’t want that happening, again.

“I don’t mind if you drive, Dad.” The sex talk was strangely kind of normal to hear from his dads.

“Just relax, Devi. Like Cal says, it’s a surprise. I promise you you’ll have fun. Consider this a a handed down tradition of sorts that goes back millions of years in dragon history~.” He’d leave that there … for now. It was a surprise, after all.

The sight of blood was quite tempting. His bloodlust had really shot up since becoming a dragon, it was harder to control. Playing with them was a little harder but still nothing he couldn’t handle with patience...

Handed down tradition? He liked the idea of messing with places and people more. Come Halloween, they could probably all pull off having their wings and talons out given how over the top some costumes can get. 

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It was Devrim’s birthday and the surprise couldn’t be more fun– well, twisted and inhumane for some, fun for them. Tomato Tamato.  The way he said that could have been phrased a little different for sure.

“Fine~” He grins and walks to the car, opening the back door for his son and mate. The night will be fun indeed, and if they were lucky, they’d all feel at least a little full by the end of it~

While he was happy to be going somewhere special with his dads, he had to admit, this reeked suspicious. The scent from both of them was just a little too excited and sneaky, and well, he knew his dad …

“Where are we going?” he asked, hesitantly, as he followed his other dad’s lead and got into the car … “and what exactly do you mean by ‘popping my cherry?’ He had a very good suspicion that this had nothing to do with his sex life, considering they both knew he’d already gotten pregnant by Max. “Dad, if we’re doing something bad, I don’t want to do anything bad.”

“Now, Devi~ why would I ever do anything bad for your birthday? I want you to have fun and enjoy yourself. Consider this sort of a right of passage is all~.” Tom smiled, as he slipped into the car next to his Cal, sharing a small ‘look’ with him, before he turned to the driver up front, and handed him a small pocket knife.

“Stab yourself in the hand right now so I can see it.” He turned to the others. “Never can be too careful after that one incident,” he claimed, referring to the ex-driver of theirs who faked being compelled to spy on them for the Order.

The man stabbed himself with a grunted cry of pain as the blood started dripping down the steering wheel.

Cal was still quite uncertain about the drivers now, and how far some may go to put on an act. “I still insist I should drive, it’d reduce the chances of betrayal to zero... unless you want to have a little foreplay or into that” He teased. Of course Cal would never keep it in his pants.

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“Max.” He corrected himself. But was unconvinced. Max had no magic, no special power. He guessed he shouldn’t be quick to judge, but so far all he had seen from the pampered guy was that he could take so much stuff and somehow not be dead from it.

Again, this barely had anything to do with him. It wasn’t his problem. But he listened. Aurelius was out for himself and had learned that caring for others either got him places or, most of the time, no where. And if this Peter Pan and Wil were so powerful than Devrim and Max were heading into a death trap.

“That is a good point. Wil doesn’t know what I am either.. if it all goes wrong, I can be a distraction.” He pulls himself off the wall. “He knows I’m a wizard, not that I’m an Obscurial.”

He didn’t like that this wizard had a bit of a point. It was offending! Max may lack magic or dragon stuff, but he knew how to use a weapon. 

He was happy that Devrim defended him. But now he was thinking, “if these two guys took out your dads. We need to act quickly and sneakily so they don’t know our plan. Your right, Dev, my human-ness would be looked over… geez, wish I wasn’t as high or drunk. I can’t think as clearly- I kind of don’t know how to do needles but I doubt it’s that complicated.”

Dev was thinking, analyzing all of this as fast as his dragon brain could, and pushing the emotion out of the equation, too. That’s when he realized … maybe he didn’t actually want Max, his love, running headlong into Pan and Wil. He knew well the risks of those two, and what they could do to Max if anything in their plan failed. 

Dev and Max had kids to look out for.

“You’re right. You have the obscurial. That’s good, but I’ve changed my mind. Max, I think you should stay back here. If anything happens to me, or this plan goes sour, I want you here to raise our kids, and to be here for them. I want them to have a dad growing up. I don’t want them to be like me, thinking I had no one.”

Plus he didn’t like the idea of Devrim going into the fight with thoughts of being killed. Walking inside without knocking was of little matter since the three seemed to have conversation.

“I’d rather you didn’t jump into the fight blindly. Any of you.” He looked at each boy, but his eyes lingered longer on his son. “Devrim, I must be firm with the order to not go after Pan. He wants you to do just that, and probably thought you’d be gone before we could stop you.”

“It wasn’t just Pan. He took me down, yes, but there was someone else there.” He recalled he couldn’t smell the boy out either after. Like his very scent faded with him. Pan’s remained.

“It was another Fae that dealt with Tom. It toyed with him.. and made him see illusion that even I didn’t know was possible. He is the one that somehow made your father human. With frightening ease.. it wants us to play a game of sorts. I think if it’s solved, we will both be ourselves again.”

His expression changed. When was Wil here? What magic book? But Devrim had left with his friends already.

Still he licked at Tom. “It’s kind of nice that he is making friends.” Cal changed the subject some, probably seeking to ignore what has happened for now. “No more of this. We will figure it out, okay?” 

His thoughts however was on Devrim. “I need to stop him.. we can’t have him going after Wil.” Given how well that ended for them and this was just for caging the runt. He dreaded to imagine what would happen if Devrim succeeded. “As much as revenge is an accurate measure, this new guy… Aisling or whatever Pan called him, he isn’t like Pan or Wil.” If he could trick an ancient dragon… and easily change them. “I need to look into the order files. They have to have some file on that fucker”

It was a change of subject, but he had to agree. Even if they were human, he liked that Devrim was getting out and making his own way. That took meeting and having people he could consider ‘his group’. It would give him power later on should he need it. Associations were leverage.

Which was why it shocked him so much to hear him say he wanted to kill Harry. He honestly could care less, about him, really, .. but didn’t Harry give up his life for Devi? He was a little confused, but then, again, that was humans. Backstabbers .. He told Devrim not to trust them.

Maybe … it was different when they were in love with them - a dragon. He would accept Max now, Dev and he had kids, just like Andrew’s wife. Max gave up his life for Devi, too. He trusted that, but Harry was in love with Wil.

In all his millions of years there was one thing he learned if anything, people did crazy things for someone they loved over anything… including turning on friends. 

Was that what happened? He was proud of Dev if he was going to kill him. He knew well that wasn’t always easy when emotions and history were involved. It showed strength and that Dev was really growing.

He wanted to purr his reverberated sound at the warm licks from his mate as he finally started to lean into them, wanting the comfort he so desperately actually needed when he wasn’t fighting to block it all away .. .but his reverberation wasn’t even there, anymore. 

He had no fire.

“Dev’s going to be an amazing dragon some day,” he stated, instead, numbly pushing away the crumbling hurt inside. 

And Cal’s fire was still there. His dragon self, locked away, but he knew how to play human. He’d done it for life times. 

He wanted to see Devrim, but he also feared that leaving his Tom would be a bad idea given his state. “Promise you won’t hurt yourself anymore..? Or worse? I can’t do this without you, and neither can Devy.” 

He nods at the idea of searching. This Aisling and Pan were working together, and he wanted to know how long they had been. But for now he had to talk to Devrim.

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“Basically for locking Wil away or something.” Cal answered, looking at the wall. “He wrote that on the wall.”

He felt the push and looked at Tom. He looks down. Not believing the words at all, but he pulled away. He just stared and looks at Devrim, “go with your friends in the guest house. It’s best they don’t see this.” His voice a whisper. He had told the truth when Tom didn’t want it told, even if it was there. “I will tell you after I calmed him down. Please wait for me.” 

He turns to Tom and was back to trying to lick his wounds again, but not accepting the push away, “if I don’t do this– what if these get infected?” 

He was not going to hide the fact that the new faerie that Pan brought in was powerful.. and he dreaded the idea of what the bastard could do to Tom. And the fact that Pan was bowing and showing the largest respect… mentor. Pan said mentor. 

Dev watched his father feebly attempt to push his other dad away, and then scramble to the corner, not looking at them. He saw the collar on his other dad and the truth about his father being human and the other unable to release his guise…. and something about Devrim scarily hardened.

He turned his head to see the writing on the wall that was written in dried blood, blood that smelled of Pan, one he should have noticed, but had been too distracted by his own father foremost. He wondered who had gotten Pan, then. Was it his dad, Cal, or did his Dad, Tom manage that even as a human?

Dev’s talons lengthened from the tips of his fingers, and the very matching horns of Tom’s erupted upward through his guise.

“Wil is a hypocrite. I caught him plotting with Harry about locking me away in his magical drawing book so I don’t repopulate more dragons. I want them both dead.”

It was probably the coldest most shocking thing Devrim had ever said, before he turned to take his real friends back to the guest house without another word.

Tom huddled in the corner not looking at either of them. It was too humiliating, and he didn’t need to be taken care of on top of it, like he was some weak pathetic … Tom shook, not even mentally able to say the goddamn fucking word. He was a Dragon just like them.

He was glad, though, that Cal was ordering Devrim out of there. He didn’t want his son to see him like this, or to scare him.

What he didn’t expect was the icy cold shift in his son’s demeanor and the words that followed. It was shocking from the normal carefree, ‘I like everyone’ hatchling he was used to seeing. He was both impressed and concerned… not to mention Harry? Wait what? What were they planning??

‘Wait,” he tried to say, finally collecting himself enough to actually act like a dad for a second, but it was too late, as Devrim exited the room.

Still he licked at Tom. “It’s kind of nice that he is making friends.” Cal changed the subject some, probably seeking to ignore what has happened for now. “No more of this. We will figure it out, okay?” 

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He looked from Devrim to his mate. If he could smell him, and if Tom was bleeding so easily and couldn’t fight against Cal’s grip.

Cal looked at Tom and slowly let him go and began licking at his gashes best he could, cleaning them. Thinking and debating..

It was to obvious. Tom’s scent of human, the writing on the wall. “Your father is human… an act of revenge in their eyes. Very twisted.” Cal lowered his gaze. “We can’t lie to him, you smell alone is enough of an alarm.”

He resumed licks. “And I can’t become a dragon anymore.” He touches the collar. He could still smell his son, and the blood of the half-fae. The drying red on the wall. 

“What?” The word came out quiet, barely a full verbal sound from his throat, as his eyes went wide in horror and fear. Unconsciously, he inhaled a bit more of the scent of the blood and that of his father. It really was human …

He watched in a numbed state as his other dad started to clean and lick at his father’s wounds, wounds that were clearly self inflicted.

That alone did weird things to him inside.

“Who?” Dev stated, his voice now rising in anger and protectiveness of his dads. His chest started to rise and fall in deeper breaths, and the room around them started to increase in temperature. “Who did this? Revenge for what?” Devrim really had no idea. He didn’t know.

He said it. He said that goddamn FUCKING word. He was not human. He was NEVER going to be human. Why couldn’t he FUCKING listen to him? Just this once… in front of their son. It was humiliating and hurtful. This wasn’t who he was.

The licks felt good on his open gashes - pain not something he was actually too used to feeling due to normally having impenetrable scales… but after he told Devrim, cutting him open from the inside, spilling his truth and vulnerability, when Cal went to lick him, again, Tom pushed him away, or tried to, When met with the stone hardness of Cal’s dragon form under that locked guise, which just frustrated him, even more. Instead, Tom backed away, scrambling away from his Cal - his husband and mate, to the back corner of he room, not looking at either of them.

He felt the push and looked at Tom. He looks down. Not believing the words at all, but he pulled away. He just stared and looks at Devrim, “go with your friends in the guest house. It’s best they don’t see this.” His voice a whisper. He had told the truth when Tom didn’t want it told, even if it was there. “I will tell you after I calmed him down. Please wait for me.” 

He turns to Tom and was back to trying to lick his wounds again, but not accepting the push away, “if I don’t do this-- what if these get infected?” 

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The screaming was to be expected, but the tearing was far from what he had expected or wanted! The screaming as he tried to tear away his own skin.

And quickly, with barely any hesitation. Cal’s hand, still stronger than a human’s would suddenly grab for Tom’s wrists to pull them away from scratching and harming himself more. “Stop!” He yelled in anger and fear for his mate.

“Don’t make me force you…” He couldn’t, wouldn’t… he couldn’t do that to his Tom. Eyes pleading. “I will do it for your own good. Don’t make me do that to you” He begged, shaking, seeing the damage with grief. May as well stabbed blades into his heart. 

Finally he let go of Tom but was at his jaw, fingers and thumb around his chin and forcing him to look at Cal’s tearing eyes that pupils slit. “I will force you… If I must, I will do everything I can to ensure your safety.”

If Tom continued to fight, Cal would be true to his word and force him to stop hurting himself. 

Dev had just been arriving home, and although, he was still kind of high, the first thing that instantly hit him upon stepping out of that sedan was the scent of blood … his father’s blood, and without waiting an instant for even his mate or friend, he took off sprinting as fast he could to that house.

The door slapped half off it’s hinge, as he ran into the foyer, and then stopped short with the most terrified, confused, and gutted look of shock ever to befall the dragon. His dad was covered in gashes and tore skin - blood, and his other dad was trying to stop him from doing himself more harm – that – and his dad smelled  …. human.

“Dad…?” It was the only word he could form.

Cal gripped his arms and the raging panic and clawing was stopped, due to the much much stronger hold, that he couldn’t break away from - he tried, but there was no budging. With a labored breath, Tom, half insane, slowly looked up at those beautiful dragon eyes … eyes he no longer bore. 

He was shaking and sore. Exhausted from his mad hysteria .. and .. he almost went into another panic when Devrim walked into the room and he hadn’t smelled him. He hadn’t smelled him. Normally, he would have from yards away.

Nothing.

Cal looked at Tom and slowly let him go and began licking at his gashes best he could, cleaning them. Thinking and debating..

It was to obvious. Tom’s scent of human, the writing on the wall. “Your father is human... an act of revenge in their eyes. Very twisted.” Cal lowered his gaze. “We can’t lie to him, you smell alone is enough of an alarm.”

He was quiet, once again feeling two beings inside of him. Thinking but deciding probably to let his other self do some talking.

“I can’t hate people who were blinded by their hate and ignorance. You were partying and that is what saved you. They are dead, Asher. They died long ago. The ones that are around now are only the ones that are blinded by their hate for what they can’t understand.” He closed his eyes.

“You are my superior. I am younger than you for one thing, I don’t know how to be a dragon. Why would I hate you because you’re human? There is no reason to. I don’t share your hate. Humans are prey, yes. But I don’t see you as prey or something to hate. I can’t hate who I love.”

He looks at his mate again, “if you hated humans, you would not have let me love you, nor Andrew. And denial is not it. If Devrim is like you, than did you love humans to once? He parties with them, was raised by them. Harry who had taken him from us raised him instead of doing what we feared. And in turn helped us to. Max went out of his way to save Devrim. Hate humans.. but I am not you. I dislike them, and see them as little interest. It is ones I got to know that I know aren’t bad. I love you, you are my superior.. but I will not obey you. Nor will I let you die.”

He shook his head at the pleading. “Live.” He replied. He had no answer on how either. He just knows that even if they were all alive, he doubted any family member would have treated Asher any different. “Human for a little bit? It had been millions of years. I doubt it was a little bit. I lived as a human. I can still live as one. I can’t help being born as a human before. If I can live as a human for who knows how long, you can live for a bit…

Even if I must lock you in our hoard to keep you safe, I will.”

Tom had listened to Cal’s words, and for a moment… a moment, he almost forgot who he was, and crumbled to what his little brother was saying - the truths about Cal and Andrew being human, but when Cal said he wouldn’t let him die, a surge of adrenaline just snapped in him, and in a wild frenzy of panic and emotion, Tom screamed out, wanting to roar and snarl against that now human retrained tone, and started clawing and ripping his now pathetic little finger nails into his shirt, his skin.

He wanted it off. OFF OFF!!! Like some damn guise but it wasn’t. He was drawing blood, ripping into his own flesh, trying to peel it off.

“I want it OFF, CAL!! I want it OFF RIGHT NOW!!!!!” He started sobbing through his gritting teeth and screams, as he thrashed around, tearing TEARING,.. the blood was everywhere.

And quickly, with barely any hesitation. Cal’s hand, still stronger than a human’s would suddenly grab for Tom’s wrists to pull them away from scratching and harming himself more. “Stop!” He yelled in anger and fear for his mate.

“Don’t make me force you...” He couldn’t, wouldn’t... he couldn’t do that to his Tom. Eyes pleading. “I will do it for your own good. Don’t make me do that to you” He begged, shaking, seeing the damage with grief. May as well stabbed blades into his heart. 

Finally he let go of Tom but was at his jaw, fingers and thumb around his chin and forcing him to look at Cal’s tearing eyes that pupils slit. “I will force you... If I must, I will do everything I can to ensure your safety.”

He pulls away in complete shock and almost fear. There was no look of hunger, no, there was the sign of pain, as if he had just been talked down to by his superior.

“…. Humans aren’t nothing, Asher. To say they are nothing means that you are nothing, I am nothing, Devrim’s mate is nothing. I hate humanity, but I also know that there is good humans in the world.” He lowers his gaze, “they are just rare.”

“Would you rather die than to live with me? I love you, no matter what species you are. I can’t see a difference. No, I won’t see a difference. You are my superior, I don’t care how that sounds. You’re my mate, my husband.” He looks at the walls. “If you don’t play his game, I will do it for you.”

He couldn’t help but now think desperately. What game was it? What riddle was in that fae’s words. Pan twisted the words, but he had to be truthful to… right? “Devrim is your son, he isn’t you.” He looks at the wall still, eyes narrowing, “to call him you… do you not know him at all? He loves humans, he took one as a mate. He gives them a chance. So no, I will not kill you, and nor will he. If I have to keep you from doing it yourself, I will to.” His eyes look at Tom again. “I don’t want to force you… I don’t want you to hate me. But I’ll be damned if you die because you believe your life is over instead of solving some riddle– our race didn’t die just for you to give up. Our par… parents didn’t die for you to give up. I didn’t… die so you can just give in.” He rubs his neck under the collar.

“If you give up, fine. But you are proving them right. I am going to solve this, even if it takes an eternity.” He stood up. “… I have been human, and I am human still.” He left the possible insulting implication to Tom as he walks to the seat and sit down, exhausted. His throat red and bruised from the abuse of the collar.

“I … won’t live … as the thing that killed you, mom, and dad,” his voice broke over the flushing impounding emotion, as the unshed tears of a million years actually started to fall, faced with his brother’s words.

“I wasn’t there, Esthrestan. It was my fault. I can’t … I can’t face that. I have to hate. Please don’t make me live like this. You don’t understand.

The pinch of his mate and brother’s words cut like glass through him, at whether he would rather die than live with him.

“I already did. I died the day you did… and mom and dad. I was just like Devrim. I was out partying with friends.”

“I was the same age as him.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t say I’m you’re superior. I’m not. Respect who you are, and hate me like this. Hate me for being what killed you.”

“Devrim is your son, he isn’t you… to call him you… do you not know him at all? He loves humans, he took one as a mate.”

“He’s my clone. He’s more me than anyone realizes,” he stated with a punch to the elephant of what exactly Cal just said. ‘He took one as a mate.’

Isn’t that exactly what Tom did?

That through all his pain and heartache, .. despite that … not only did he love Cal, he actually adopted one as his son.

It might make one wonder just who Tom would have been if he didn’t have that deflected pain.

“So no, I will not kill you, and nor will he.”

“Please, Cal. I can’t. Not after what they did to me.”

“our race didn’t die just for you to give up. Our par… parents didn’t die for you to give up. I didn’t… die so you can just give in.”

And there it was.. the implosion of pain to his heart, that unfeeling heart that had been left for a million years. It was his literal family calling out, begging for him to do his mission, to save them … but he was nothing now. How could he save them now, as a human? The very thing that killed them?

“I don’t know how,” he caved in, with a sob.. as the pressure of the eons set in, the fight he’d been fighting all alone for so long.

“I can’t hate people who were blinded by their hate and ignorance. You were partying and that is what saved you. They are dead, Asher. They died long ago. The ones that are around now are only the ones that are blinded by their hate for what they can’t understand.” He closed his eyes.

“You are my superior. I am younger than you for one thing, I don’t know how to be a dragon. Why would I hate you because you’re human? There is no reason to. I don’t share your hate. Humans are prey, yes. But I don’t see you as prey or something to hate. I can’t hate who I love.”

He looks at his mate again, “if you hated humans, you would not have let me love you, nor Andrew. And denial is not it. If Devrim is like you, than did you love humans to once? He parties with them, was raised by them. Harry who had taken him from us raised him instead of doing what we feared. And in turn helped us to. Max went out of his way to save Devrim. Hate humans.. but I am not you. I dislike them, and see them as little interest. It is ones I got to know that I know aren’t bad. I love you, you are my superior.. but I will not obey you. Nor will I let you die.”

He shook his head at the pleading. “Live.” He replied. He had no answer on how either. He just knows that even if they were all alive, he doubted any family member would have treated Asher any different. “Human for a little bit? It had been millions of years. I doubt it was a little bit. I lived as a human. I can still live as one. I can’t help being born as a human before. If I can live as a human for who knows how long, you can live for a bit...