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(Smut warning ofc) (dr#gs and Al#oh#l abuse warning) Introduction:

Just the act of opening his eyes was enough to make Kristinn’s head spin and for his vision to blur. His week had been rubbish, but he never thought the situation would get so bad. But damn, it got worse. Now the situation was highly critical. Let's go back a little to the beginning, to the previous day, Friday. Yesterday. More to the point, Kristinn was dragged to a party full of drunk college students and red cups. Liam (his best friend) promised to buy milkshakes every day for a month if Kristinn went with him to that damn party. So Kristinn accepted, and ended up in that sea of ​​young people, drinks, marijuana, drugs, sex and pure terrorism. Fuck it. He thought. Kristinn didn't even notice when he was already downing the fourth glass of vodka. He didn't even notice when that feeling of lightness embraced his body like a warm sheet. And apparently, he also didn't realize when the hell he ended up falling into Jayce 's bed. Jayce!, of all people. Not just for being a man, but for being Jayce. Fuck. Damn. Kristinn never thought he was so unlucky. He couldn't even bear to look Jayce in the face and not punch him. 

Beginning:

Groaning in frustration, Kristinn frowned and moved. The position was irritating. Jayce was not small, much less light, and was lying on top of Kristinn. With a grunt, Kristinn pushed the other man away, making a loud thud sound in the room. Jayce 's body has officially met the ground. Kristinn ignored the grunts of pain and began furiously feeling around the bed, looking for his glasses. He hoped they hadn't grown legs and fled. Because, well, if Kristinn were a pair of glasses, he would certainly run away from Jayce. Luckily, his glasses were more tolerable towards asshole men, because Kristinn managed to find them on the other side of the mattress. After stuffing them into his face, he slowly moved his head. 

He regretted it immediately, because Jayce was standing naked and looking at him with a strange expression, which Kristinn couldn't identify if it was surprise, confusion, anger, frustration or a mixture of everything.He pulled the thin sheet, covering his own abdomen, and ignoring the urge to remove his glasses just to blur that infernal vision. Kristinn couldn't believe he himself had made those marks on Jayce 's neck. Fuck, what was he? A Chupacabra? "Do you know where I left my clothes? I'm late for my class." Kristinn finally broke that monstrous silence.It was a bad idea, because sadly for him it was Saturday. What does that mean? Well, there was no class. But he was too nervous to even think. Fuck. The side effects of sleeping with someone like Jayce were already visible. Jayce groaned, rubbing the back of his head from the rude awakening and the hangover that was starting to kick in. "I don't know,"  he says, walking over to a drawer and pulling out a pair of small rectangle glasses. "What do you need clothes?" he says rubbing his neck sore from the big ass hickeys covering his neck.

As Kristinn sat there watching Jayce get on clothes he took note of him, his messy black hair disheveled and those blue-gray eyes still sleepy. Kristinn felt his throat tighten. Fuck, Jayce was beautiful. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? Kristinn quickly looked away, his cheeks burning. He couldn't let himself get distracted, not now. "I need to leave," Kristinn said, his voice coming out harsher than he intended. "I have... things to do." He couldn't meet Jayce 's gaze, focusing instead on the sheets tangled around his waist. The hickeys on Jayce 's neck stood out like ugly bruises against his pale skin. Kristinn's stomach churned. He did that. Somehow, he lost control and marked Jayce like some kind of animal. "Where are my clothes?" Kristinn demanded, trying to sound authoritative despite the pounding in his head. The alcohol was wearing off, and reality was setting in. He slept with Jayce . Jayce . His nemesis is the bane of his existence. How could he be so fucking stupid? "I don't know where they are." Jayce  grumbles still waking up. He walks over to a drawer and puts on some sweat pants and pulls a hoodie over himself. "fucking hangover..." he mumbles he looks over at Kristinn still on the bed" What size are you..?"

Kristinn tore his gaze away, focusing instead on the tangled sheets pooled around his waist. "Size?" Kristinn repeated, his voice coming out hoarse. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "I... I wear a large." The words felt heavy on his tongue.  Kristinn's hands clenched into fists, his nails biting into his palms.He needed to get out of here, needed to put as much distance between himself and this nightmare as possible. What happened last night? Memories flashed through Kristinn's mind in disjointed fragments - the pulsing beat of music, the press of bodies in the crowded room, the burn of vodka sliding down his throat. And then... Jayce . Laughing, teasing, his fingers brushing against Kristinn's arm. Kristinn's stomach churned. He'd been drunk, so drunk. He couldn't remember how they ended up here, in Jayce 's bed. But the evidence was written on Jayce 's skin, in the ugly bruises blooming on his neck. Kristinn's mark, claiming what wasn't his to take. “Dammit.” he curses himself.

Jayce continues digging through the drawers after a bit he finds a large pair of sweatpants and a black compression shirt. "Here the pants will fit but the shirt might be a bit tight." he says throwing the clothes onto Kristins lap. Kristinn clutched the clothes to his chest, his knuckles turning white. He needed to get dressed, he  needed to get out of here before he did something stupid. Like kissing Jayce senseless. Or beg him to do it again. No. No fucking way. He thought to himself. His hands shook as he tugged on the sweatpants, the fabric rough against his sensitive skin. He winced as he pulled the shirt over his head, the tight material stretching across his broad shoulders and chest. It was too small, too tight, too fucking Jayce. Kristinn felt suffocated, trapped in a cage of cotton and denial.

Kristinn's gaze darted around the room, searching for his own clothes. His jacket, his shoes, his fucking dignity. But everything was a blur, a haze of unfamiliarity and shame. Fuck. Where was his stuff? "I need..." Kristinn's voice cracked, his throat dry and raw. "I need my things. My jacket, my shoes, my..." His pride. His self-respect. His ability to look Jayce in the eye without wanting to kiss him or kill him. But those were gone, lost somewhere between the vodka shots and the hickeys on Jayce's neck. Kristinn swallowed hard, his fingers curling into fists.

"Please," he whispered, the word bitter on his tongue. "Just... just tell me where they are." Jayce turns walking towards the bed. "I don't know dude..." Jayce says plopping down on the bed next to him "I'm going back to sleep." He mumbled under his breath.Kristinn's grip tightened on the clothes as he watched Jayce collapse onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The sight of Jayce sprawled out, rumpled and half-dressed, sent a surge of heat through Kristinn's body.

The memory of Jayce's skin under his fingers, the taste of his lips, the sound of his moans... Kristinn's cock twitched, traitorous and insistent. No. No fucking way. Kristinn's jaw clenched as he turned away, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of his belongings. But the small dorm room was a mess, clothes strewn across the floor and empty bottles littering every surface.

Fucking typical Jayce. Couldn't even keep his own space tidy. Kristinn's fingers twitched, itching to grab a broom and clean this goddamn pigsty. But he couldn't afford to waste time on petty annoyances. "Fine," Kristinn snapped, his voice sharp and cold. "You want to go back to sleep? Go ahead. See if I care." He slips off the bed and heads towards the door, his heart pounding in his ears. He could do this. He could leave, could pretend this never happened. Couldn't he? 

Before he could reach the handle, Jayce's voice stopped him. "Wait." Kristinn froze, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He didn't dare turn around, didn't dare look at Jayce. Because if he did, he might...Might what? Beg for more? Kiss him senseless? Fuck him against the wall until they both forgot their own names? "What?" Kristinn asked, his voice strained. He kept his back turned, his shoulders tense. Please don't say anything. Please just let me go. "Your shoes are at the front door under my coat…." Jayce  mum-bles rolling on his side to face away from him, his hoodie riding up slightly showing his stomach.Kristin's heart skipped a beat as he glanced over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Jayce's stomach peeking out from under his hoodie. The sight sent a surge of heat through his body, his cock twitching in his borrowed sweatpants. Fuck. He couldn't let himself want this. Not now. Not ever. But the memory of Jayce's skin under his fingers, the taste of his lips, the sound of his moans... Kristinn's throat went dry. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into that bed, to press his body against Jayce's and lose himself in the heat of their desire.No. No way. Not with him of all people. Kristinn's fist clenched, his nails biting into his palm. He needed to get out of here, needed to put as much distance between himself and this temptation as possible. "Thanks," he muttered, his voice rough and strained. He stalked towards the front door, his footsteps echoing in the small dorm room. As he reached for his shoes, Kristinn's gaze lingered on Jayce's form, curled up in the bed like a sleepy cat.  The image was oddly domestic, oddly... right. Fuck. What was wrong with him? Kristinn yanked on his shoes, nearly tripping in his haste. He needed to get out of here, needed to clear his head and figure out what the fuck was happening. Because one thing was certain - he couldn't let himself fall for Jayce. Never. Could he? 

Kristinn stumbled out of the dorm room, his heart pounding in his ears. The cool morning air hit his face like a slap, jolting him back to reality. Fuck. What did he just do? He started walking, his feet moving on autopilot. He needed to get back to his own room, needed to shower and change and erase every trace of last night. But even as he walked, Kristinn's mind raced. He couldn't stop thinking about the way Jayce felt in his arms, the sound of his moans, the taste of his skin. Fuck. He wanted more. He wanted...Kristinn shook his head, disgusted with himself. He couldn't let himself want Jayce. Jayce was everything he hated - messy, irresponsible, a fucking man-child. And Kristinn was supposed to be better than that. Supposed to be in control. But somehow, he'd lost control. Somehow, he'd let himself fall into Jayce's bed. And now he didn't know how to fix it. Kristinn picked up his pace, his jaw clenched tight. He needed to get his shit together. Needed to forget about Jayce and move on. Because there was no way in hell he could let himself fall for him. Right?

A few weeks pass by and there's another party being hosted, this time it’s by his friend.  Of course his friends drag him there again but this time he didn’t come just for a few free milkshakes he came at the temptation of seeing Jayce again whether he was aware of it or not.

Kristinn stood awkwardly in the corner of the crowded room, his fingers gripping a red solo cup. The bass thumped through his body, the beat pulsing in his temples. Fuck. Why did he let himself get talked into this? He scanned the room, his eyes skimming over the writhing bodies and flashing lights. He wasn't here to dance or socialize. He was here for one reason and one reason only. Jayce. His gaze landed on a familiar head of messy black hair, laughing and joking with his friends. Kristinn's stomach clenched. Fuck. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't want this.But he did. God help him, he did. Ever since that night in Jayce's bed, Kristinn hadn't been able to get him out of his mind. The taste of his lips, the feel of his skin, the sound of his moans...

Stop it. Stop fucking thinking about it.Kristinn took a swig of his drink, the burn of the vodka doing little to steady his nerves. He needed to talk to Jayce, needed to figure out what the fuck happened between them. But the words stuck in his throat, choking him. How could he explain the tangled mess of emotions in his chest? The confusion, the desire, the fucking longing?

You can't. You can't fucking say any of that. Kristinn set his cup down on a nearby table, his hand shaking. He needed another drink. Needed something to calm his racing heart and numb his traitorous brain.

Kristinn decides to down a few more drinks to try and steady his growing nerves. After he finally feels woozy he starts walking around looking for where Jacye went since he’s not with the group of friends anymore. Eventually Kristinn spots Jayce being hit on by some random drunk dude obviously by the way the guy is trying to touch him running his hand along Jayce’s arm slowly creeping down. Jayce on the other hand looks really uncomfortable laughing wearily and trying to brush the guy and his hands off. Kristinn's blood boiled as he watched the guy lean into Jayce's personal space, his hand creeping up Jayce's thigh. Jayce's face was a mask of polite discomfort, his posture closed off and tense. Who did this asshole think he was? Kristinn's fists clenched at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. He wanted to march over there and shove the guy away from Jayce, wanted to wrap his arms around him and pull him close. No. Fucking stop it. You can't... you shouldn't… But he couldn't stand by and watch this happen. Couldn't let some sleazeball take advantage of Jayce when he was clearly uncomfortable. Kristinn took a deep breath, steeling himself. He needed to play this cool, needed to be the responsible one. The protector. He strode over to the table, his shoulders squared and his jaw set. The guy didn't even notice him, too focused on pawing at Jayce's leg.

"Hey," Kristinn said, his voice low and dangerous. "Back off." The guy blinked, finally glancing up. His eyes widened when he saw who was talking. "Oh, fuck, Kristinn. It's you." He held up his hands in surrender, taking a step back. "Didn't see you there, man." Kristinn's gaze flicked to Jayce, taking in his flushed cheeks and averted eyes. Fuck. Was he okay? "You should go," Kristinn said to the guy, his tone making it clear it wasn't a suggestion. "Now." The guy held up his hands again, backing away slowly. "Yeah, yeah, no problem. I was just leaving." He shot Jayce one last longing glance before disappearing into the crowd. Kristinn turned to Jayce, his heart pounding in his ears. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Jayce's arm."You okay?"  

"Oh- uhm....maybe I don't know-" Jayce says, tripping and slurring his words together like he was drunk. Wobbling slightly. But there’s no way he could be drunk. None of the alcohol at this party was that strong and he had barely been drinking. hell Jayce looked high as a kite like...he had been drugged.

Kristinn's heart dropped into his stomach as he watched Jayce stumble, his words slurred and eyes unfocused. This wasn't just drunkenness. Jayce was drugged. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Kristinn's mind raced, his hands shaking. He needed to get Jayce out of here, needed to get him help. But he couldn't cause a scene, couldn't draw attention to them. Think, Kristinn. Think.

"Hey," Kristinn said, his voice low and steady. He reached out, slipping his arm around Jayce's waist. "Let's get you home, yeah? You don't look so good." Jayce leaned into him, his head lolling against Kristinn's shoulder. "M'fine," he mumbled, his breath hot against Kristinn's neck. "Jus' a little dizzy..." Understatement of the fucking century. Kristinn tightened his grip, half-dragging Jayce towards the door. He kept his head down, his eyes fixed on the ground. He couldn't afford to make eye contact, couldn't risk anyone recognizing him. Fuck. What was he going to do?

He needed to get Jayce somewhere safe, somewhere he could take care of him. But he couldn't take him back to his place, couldn't risk anyone seeing them together. Shit. Fuck. Dammit.

Kristinn's mind raced as he navigated the crowded streets, Jayce's weight heavy against his side. He needed a plan. He needed...He needed to get his head out of his ass and focus on what matters. Jayce. Jayce fucking mattered. More than Kristinn wanted to admit. No. Now's not the time for this shit.He needed to get Jayce safe. Needed to figure out what the fuck to do next.

One step at a time, Kristinn. One fucking step at a time. 

"Where are we going...?" Jayce  mumbles  leaning into Kristinn as he drags him"It's so hot..." Kristinn's heart pounded in his ears as Jayce leaned into him, his breath hot against Kristinn's neck. Fuck. He was burning up. That couldn't be good. "My place," Kristinn muttered, tightening his grip on Jayce's waist. "Gonna get you cooled down, okay? Just... just hold on." Jayce mumbled something unintelligible, his head lolling against Kristinn's shoulder.

 Kristinn's stomach churned. Fuck. This was bad. This was really fucking bad. He quickened his pace, weaving through the crowded sidewalks. He needed to get Jayce out of the street, needed to get him some water and a cool cloth for his forehead. Needed to...Needed to what? Take care of him? Like some kind of fucking nursemaid? Kristinn gritted his teeth. Yes. Yes, exactly like that. Because Jayce was drugged and helpless and it was Kristinn's fault. He'd let this happen, let Jayce get into this mess. And now he had to fix it. One step at a time, Kristinn. Just get him home safe.Kristinn burst through the door to his dorm room, kicking it shut behind him. He half-carried, half-dragged Jayce to the bed, easing him down onto the mattress. Jayce's skin was slick with sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead. Kristinn's hands shook as he brushed the damp strands back, his fingers ghosting over Jayce's flushed skin.

Fuck. He was so hot. Too hot .Kristinn grabbed a bottle of water from his mini fridge, cracking it open and pressing it to Jayce's lips. "Drink," he ordered, his voice tight. "Come on, Jayce. Drink."Jayce's throat bobbed as he swallowed, some of the water spilling down his chin. Kristinn wiped it away with his thumb, his breath catching "Fuck...what happened..." Jayce mumbles under his breath slurring his words. Kristinn's heart raced as he watched Jayce struggle to speak, his words slurred and confused. Fuck. The drugs were really messing with him. "Shh, it's okay," Kristinn murmured, brushing the sweat-soaked hair from Jayce's forehead. "You're safe now. I've got you." Jayce's brow furrowed, his unfocused eyes searching Kristinn's face. "I... I don't... what..." He trailed off, his head lolling to the side. Shit. He was really out of it. Kristinn's mind raced, his stomach twisting into knots. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He couldn't just leave Jayce like this, couldn't just… His gaze landed on the bottle of water in his hand, and a sudden realization hit him. Water. "Hey," Kristinn said, giving Jayce a gentle shake. "Hey, listen to me. I need you to drink this, okay? All of it." Jayce blinks slowly, his glassy eyes struggling to focus on Kristinn's face. "Wh... why..."

"Just trust me," Kristinn said, his voice low and urgent. "Please, Jayce. I need you to do this for me."

Jayce's lips parted, and Kristinn carefully tipped the bottle to his mouth, watching as the water trickled past his lips. Some of it dribbled down his chin, but most of it went down his throat.

Good. Good. Kristinn kept the bottle pressed to Jayce's lips until it was empty, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on Jayce's back. "That's it," he murmured. "You're doing so good, Jayce. Just keep breathing, okay? Nice and slow." Jayce's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing evening out. Kristinn's heart hammered in his chest, his palms in a cold sweat. Jayce leans into his touch "It's so hot...- and you're cold...." He says stumbling over his words Jayce’s hands cupping Kristinn’s face. My eyes are dilated and unfocused. "Please hold me, it's so hot..." he mumbles , leaving Kristinns face and grabbing his hand. He presses Kristinns hand into the side of his face nuzzling it.

Kristinn's breath caught in his throat as Jayce leaned into his touch, his words slurred and desperate. Fuck. He was really out of it. Really fucking out of it. Jayce's hand cupped Kristinn's face, Kristinn's heart raced, his skin tingling under Jayce's touch. Shit. He couldn't. He shouldn't. But fuck, he wanted to. Jayce pressed Kristinn's hands against his face, his skin hot and clammy against Kristinn's palms. "Don't leave me," he whispered, his lips brushing against Kristinn's knuckles. "Please don't leave me alone." 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Kristinn's resolve crumbled, his arms wrapping around Jayce's trembling form. 

"I'm here," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere, Jayce. I promise." Jayce melted into Kristinn's embrace, his body molding against Kristinn's like it was made to fit there. Kristinn's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. This was wrong. This was so fucking wrong. But God help him, it felt so right. Kristinn's hands roamed over Jayce's back, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine. Jayce's skin was slick with sweat, his heartbeat racing under Kristinn's palm. Kristinn's lips brushed against Jayce's temple, his breath ghosting over Jayce's skin. "Shh," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I've got you, Jayce. I've got you."

Jayce's eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxing. After a while Jayce eventually falls asleep in his arms.

Kristinn sat on the edge of the bed, his arms wrapped around Jayce's sleeping form. Jayce's breathing had evened out, his body finally cooling down from the feverish heat of the drugs.

Fuck. What had he done? Kristinn's mind raced, his stomach twisting into knots. He'd brought Jayce back to his room, held him while he was high as a kite and mumbling nonsense. He'd touched him, God help him, he'd fucking touched him. You didn't do anything wrong, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered. You were just trying to help him. But it hadn't felt like helping. It had felt like... like something else. Something dangerous and thrilling and terrifying all at once. Kristinn's gaze drifted over Jayce's sleeping face, his heart clenching in his chest. Fuck. He was in trouble. Big trouble. Because the truth was, he wanted more. Wanted to feel Jayce's skin against his, wanted to taste his lips, wanted to...No. Stop. Don't think about that.

Kristinn shifted uncomfortably, his pants feeling suddenly too tight. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

He needed to get out of here, needed to clear his head before he did something he'd regret. Before he crossed a line he couldn't come back from.Kristinn carefully extricated himself from Jayce's embrace, his fingers lingering on Jayce's shoulder. He stood up on shaky legs, his eyes never leaving Jayce's sleeping face.

“I'll be back,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. I promise I'll be back.Then he turned and walked out the door, leaving Jayce alone in the quiet room. Fuck. What had he just done?

Kristinn stumbled out of the dorm room, his mind reeling. The cool night air hit his face, a stark contrast to the feverish heat he'd just left behind. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. He walked aimlessly, his feet carrying him through the dimly lit streets of the campus. His heart pounded in his ears, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. What the fuck was he thinking? Bringing Jayce back here, holding him like that. Touching him. Fuck. Kristinn's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. He could still feel the warmth of Jayce's skin, could still smell the musky scent of his sweat. Dammit he couldn't help himself rushing back to the dorm room. He quickly swings the door open walking over to where Jayce laid still dead asleep in his bed.

He gently caressed the side of Jayces face, taking in how they looked in their sleep. “So peaceful…” He muttered under his breath. Kristinn's breath hitched as Jayce leaned into his touch, his lips parting slightly. Fuck. He was so responsive, even in his sleep. Kristinn's fingers traced the curve of Jayce's cheek, his thumb brushing over the swell of his bottom lip. Shit. What was he doing? Jayce's eyelids fluttered, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Kristinn's heart pounded in his ears, his cock twitching in his pants. Fuck fuck fuck. He shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be touching him like this, shouldn't be... shouldn't be wanting him like this. It was wrong, it was so fucking wrong. but God help him, he couldn't stop. Couldn't pull his hand away, couldn't tear his eyes from Jayce's sleeping face. I'm here. I've got you. Please don't leave me alone. Kristinn's throat burned, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He leaned closer, his lips hovering over Jayce's. He could feel the heat of his breath, could smell the sweet scent of his skin. Shit. Shit shit shit. Kristinn's lips brushed against Jayce's, a barely-there touch. A whisper of a kiss, a taste of something forbidden. Fuck. Jayce's eyes flew open, his gaze locking with Kristinn's. Kristinn froze, his heart in his throat. Shit. Shit shit shit. Jayce's lips curved into a sleepy smile, his hand coming up to cup Kristinn's cheek. "Kris..." he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "Kris, is that you? "Kristinn's tongue darted out to wet his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. "Yeah," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "It's me…” Jayce sat up rubbing his head. "What happened?" He groans. Kristinn's heart raced as Jayce sat up, groaning. Fuck. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to explain this?

"You... you passed out," Kristinn said, his voice rough. "From the drugs. I found you I was being harassed by some man and took you back here.."Jayce blinked, his brow furrowing. "Drugs? What drugs?" He looked around the room, his gaze landing on the empty water bottle on the nightstand. "Wait... did you give me water? Why?"Kristinn's cheeks burned, his throat tightening. Shit. Shit shit shit. "You were dehydrated," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was afraid you'd get alcohol poisoning if I didn't." Jayce's lips parted, his eyes widening. "Alcohol p-poisoning?" He shook his head, his hand coming up to rub his temples. "Fuck. I can't believe I let myself get that wasted." Kristinn's heart clenched, his fingers twitching with the urge to reach out. Fuck. He wanted to touch him again, wanted to feel his skin, wanted to...

No. Stop it."You should drink more water," Kristinn said, his voice rough. "And maybe take some aspirin for the hangover." Jayce nodded, reaching for the water bottle. He took a long sip, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow. Fuck. Kristinn's gaze was drawn to the movement, his cock twitching in his pants. Shit.

Jayce set the bottle down, his eyes meeting Kristinn's. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "For... for taking care of me." Kristinn's throat burned, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. "Don't mention it," he said, his voice hoarse. " Jayce looked down at his hands which  rested in his laps before looking over at Krisinn who sat on the edge of the bed next to him. "I guess I should get back to my dorm- I don't want to keep you from your bed-" Kristinn's heart clenched at Jayce's words, a sudden panic rising in his chest. No. No, he couldn't leave. Not yet. Not when Kristinn still had so much he wanted to... to what? "You can stay," Kristinn blurted out, his voice rougher than he intended. "I mean... if you want to. You don't have to go back to your dorm if you're still feeling shitty." Jayce blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice soft. "I don't want to impose or anything."

Kristinn nodded, his fingers twisting in the sheets. "I'm sure," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't mind."

*smut warning* *Slight illusion to dub-con*

Introduction

In the quiet areas of downtown NY Two big players Dimitri and Alric the two kings of the crime underworld sit staring down at the areas in which they hold tightly within their hands ruling over for 2 years. Unlucky for the ladies in waiting, Dimitri's and Alric’s relationship runs much deeper than a simple business casual one.

Beginning

It’s late at night when Dimitri rolls over wrapping his hands around Alric’s waist. “Are you awake?” He mumbles into his ear.” Alric shifts slightly looking over his shoulder ar Dimitri “Yes why?” He responded with a groggy voice. Dimitri pulls him closer burying his face into the crook of his neck “nothing I just wanted to hear your voice.” “Oh ok…” Alric mumbles shifting to face dimitri “When is the shipment coming in? And What time is it?” He says his eyes droopy with sleep, his hand coming up to caresse Dimitris' face. Dimitri leans into Alrics touch “The shipment will come in around 10am it's only 1am though…Go back to sleep, I'll wake you up when it's time to get ready.” He says touching Alrics hand which rests on his face “mmm..Ok love.” Alric says, moving his hand from Dimitri’s face. Dimitri pulls him closer to his chest and Alric closes his eyes, falling asleep.

A few hours later the sun shines in casting a soft glow into the room. Dimitri shakes Alric softly, waking him up. “Time to get up sleepy head this is the only shipment today. You can sleep in if you want though dear I can do the trade alone…?” Alric groans his eyes slowly adjusting to the light of the room “No no I’m going to come you're not going alone. Especially since this is a new dealer we haven't dealt with yet.” He says sitting up the blankets pooling around his waist, his chest bare. “mmm…Ok love,” Dimitri says, planting a kiss onto Alric’s forehead. “Your suit is sitting on the chair. I'll go make some coffee.” With that Dimitri steps out of the room giving Alric time to change.

After a while Alric swings his legs off the edge of the bed and walks to the bathroom still groggy from just waking up. He walks into the bathroom strips and gets in the shower. After a while he steps out the shower opening the door and stepping into the bedroom where Dimitri is now waiting. “Finally done I see.” Dimitri says walking over to Alric who is only in a towel. Dimitri takes a moment to look Alric up and down, quickly tracing the old bullet wounds and knife scars on his lover's chest  with his eyes in a loving way. “Are you done staring yet.?” Alric says with a smile walking over to the chair where his suit is laid over. Dimitri walks up behind him wrapping his hand around his waist. “I could never get sick of staring at you..worshiping your body…” Dimitri whispers into Alric’s ear. Alric flinches slightly at Dimitris' cold hands. “Yea yea whatever you big puppy.’ He says jokingly.

Alric changes into his suit and the two sit down talking over some coffee. The two load into the black BMW and head toward the shipping site. When they arrive they step out of the car and walk towards a shadowy figure. Alric calls out to the figure “Are you here for the shipping trade?” The figure steps forwards out of the darkness and responds. “No but he will be here soon. I'm just holding the shipment.” As he finishes his sentence a black Mercedes Benz tolls up next to their parked car. The man looks past the two “Looks like he is here.” 

As the man finishes his words the door of the car swings open. A tall man with dirty blonde hair and rusty gold eyes climbs out. His eyes land right on Dimitri and Alric as he walks towards them. “Ah...It’s nice to meet the two of you…” Alric opens his mouth a glare on his face as he is about to say something the man cuts him off. “Alric!” the man exclaims. “Long time no see…I was hearing about a new power couple of the crime world and it piqued my interest.” He walks  closer to Alric. “It made me a little sad learning you walked into the hands of another…” He glares over at Dimitri “Especially another man” He says a clear hatred on his face. Dimitri steps between the two, his jaw clenched. “Well we haven’t been acquainted yet have we? My name is Dimitri. I'm sure you know it though.” The man gives a cold glare but quickly fixes it into a fake smile. “Oh how rude of me…my name is Viktor.” He stares DImitri down coldly. “Anyways, did you bring the money..?” DImitri opens a briefcase of money “Yes. Did you bring the guns?” Viktor snaps his fingers and two men carry two crates of guns out. Alric walks over checking the cases “Great, they are all here, load them into the car.” Viktor's eyes follow Alric in an unsettling way. Dimitri takes notice and interrupts him “Well Viktor thanks for the trade we’ll be on our way then.” He says turning around. Viktor's gaze is now cold as he watches Dimitri walk over to ALric and wrap his arm around his waist. “I hope we can trade again in the near future Dimitri and Alric.” He calls out a slight venom in his voice. “Right.” Dimitri says in a tone matching his venom. With that Dimitri and Alric take the guns and drive back towards their house.

The car ride is silent for a long while. Dimitri glances over at Alric. “So…you know him….?” Alric’s jaw clenches at the question. “Yes..I know him…” Dimitri lets the silence stretch for a while “What's your relationship with him if you don’t mind me asking.” He says straight forward. Alric looks over at him surprised by the straight forwardness. “His father was friends with mine so we knew each other…Our gangs were supposed to join together so we could rule the crime world. But I fell for you so I broke the promise or pact whatever. Our two families aren’t friends anymore. His father was trying to force me to be with his son even after I told him about me and you.” Dimitri looks over at Alric who shifts slightly uncomfortable about going on any further. DImitri lays his hand over Alrics lap giving him a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t have to tell me anymore love… And we can stop trading with him if you're uncomfortable.” He says his eyes are still on the road.

After a while they arrive at the house Dimitri closes the house door behind them. Alric loosens his tie from around his neck looking exhausted from the interaction. Dimitri walks over sensing Alric’s weariness and wraps his arms around him whispering into his ear “Are you ok dear? Do you want to go to sleep.” Alric closes his eyes, letting Dimitirs warmth engulf him. “No i’m fine love…” he mumbles under his breath. Dimitri begins to plant kisses on the back of Alrics neck, his breath ghosting over sending shivers down his spine. “Well we don't have any more deals today, just some business meetings.” Alric leans into the kisses and mutters “mhm…Ok.”

The two go through their day multiple meetings with other gangs and gang leaders. Setting up meetings with arguments few and between. After a long day Alric plops down on the couch looking disheveled. “Geeze, why is it so hard being the biggest leader in the crime world? I’m tired and it's only 7pm…” Dimitri walks over and plops down on the couch next to him “Welp at least it’s not boring I get to watch you look sexy all day.” He says with a smirk. Alric hits Dimitri on the chest jokingly “You're not funny idiot.” Dimitir lets out a chuckle. “Ouch” He whines sarcastically. “I’m hurt darling…” Alric lets out a sigh leaning into the couch. Dimitri leans over a wide grin on his face.”I thought maybe we could…Hang out tonight-...You know…” He trails off looking up and down Alric’s body taking in his disheveled form staring at the bit of his chest that is peaking out from under the suit. “Plus tonight you look so…” He leans in whispering into Alric’s ear “Sexy…I almost couldn’t hold myself back- you standing in front of those other people barking orders…I almost took you in front of all of them….” Alric blushes slightly, “Dimitri-” Dimitri leans in, lying Alric onto his back, pinning him down. He whispers into his ear “You're so perfect in every way…How could I not have these thoughts…You're so tempting…” Alrics hands raise up pulling Dimitris face down “You talk too much dear.” He says pulling Dimitri into a rough kiss. As they break the kiss they are both left painting thiers eyes filled with lust. “Alric, can I show you my love…Please…?” Dimitri begs his eyes filled with lust. Alrics breath hitches hearing the words then he slowly nods his head. Dimitris hands start to wonder about Alrics chest down the hem of his pants. “Thank you love…For trusting me…I’m going to pleasure you to prepare yourself….” Dimitri matters into his ear. His hand slides into ALrics underwear grabbing his cock.

He starts stroking it back and forth slowly. His fingers glide over Alrics tip slowly. Alric’s breath quickens, his hips buckling as Dimitri starts biting and sucking his neck. “Does it feel good~?” Dimitri purrs into Alrics ear. Alric huffs “Go faster Dimitri…” HE wines out his hips moving forward etching for friction and pleasure. “Not yet darling” He whispers, slowing down his strokes, his thumb resting on Alrics tip stopping him from cumming. “I wouldn't want you to cum until I'm inside of you.” He removes his hand from Alric’s cock. “Now come show me how much you love me.”Dimitri sits back leaning into the couch. Alric crawls forward looking up at Dimitri “Of course my love.” His head dips down his teeth pulling the zipper down. Then he pulls down his underwear Dimitri’s dick springs free. Alrics mouth opens, taking in Dimitri’s cock. His tongue- glides over the tip swirling around. Dimitri lets out low grunts and groans as Alric takes him in deeper. “Fuck your mouth feels so good don’t stop.” 

His fingers tangle in Alric’s hair pushing him down further on his cock. Alric complies with the commands taking him deeper, his head bobbing up and down quicker. “Damnit Alric  I’m going to cum…” Dimitri groans, shoving Alric’s head down. Dumitris lets out one final loud moan before cumming down Alric’s tight throat. “Fuck” Dimitri groans riding out his orgasim “Your mouth is so good darling…” His softened cock slips out Alric’s mouth. He watches as Alric licks the last of his cum off his bottom lip then he pulls him onto his lap. “I love you Alric and I never want to lose you.” He says his hand on the back of Alric's head pulling him closer. Their forehead rests against each other “I love you too Dimitri” They both lean into a soft kiss full of love for eachother. As they kiss Dimitris hands wander up Alrics back and rest on his waist. “Your body is so beautiful and responsive.” He says slowly kissing Alric’s scars. “Are you ready to take me…?” Dimitri says gazing down at Alric sitting on his lap. Alric responds with a kiss and DImitris fingers find his hole and slowly start sliding inside. Alric moans into his and Dimitris fingers enter. He leans his head into Dimitri’s shoulder and he starts to move his fingers in and out slowly. Alric bites down trying to stop the moans from spilling out.

“You're so tight…your hole is begging for me”Dimitri chuckles, scissoring Alric’s hole. “Mmm…I think you're ready enough.” He says his fingers are slipping out. “I’m going to make you scream my name till you can’t remember your old.”With that Dimitri shoves his cock inside Alric’s hole giving him time to adjust. “How does it feel Alric…good I hope.” Dimitri says in a loving tone making sure Alric doesn't feel any discomfort. Alric moans, adjusting to his dick. “I-its good…start moving….” Alric says under his breath. “Alright love tell me if anythings off though…”With that Dimitri starts moving him up and down he groans loudly as Alric clenches around his cock. He could feel Alric tremble his walls fluttering around him, his moans getting louder and louder. He knew Alric was close, But he wasn't going to let him finish not without him. “Mh mhm mh, not yet my love.” Dimitri panted his hand reaching around to squeeze Alric’s dripping cock “I want us to cum together so just hold on a bit longer…”

Dimitri picks up the pace slapping into Alric with deep thrust. Alric moans louder and louder on the edge of ecstasy. “You look so hot when you're on the edge… love being the one to single handedly undo you….” Dimitri whispers while moving Alric up and down quicker and harder. With one final thrust Dimitri lets out a girdled moan as Alric’s ass clenches around him like a vice. “Damn it Alric….” Dimitri snarled, biting Alrics neck as cum spilled into Alric’s ass. After a great moment of the two savoring the high of their orgasim Dimitri slips his softening cock out of ALric. DImitri then  pulls Alric close, praising him with mumbles under his breath in greek. While planting soft kisses on his neck. Alric’s hands

move to cup Dimitri’s face “I wish we could stay like this forever….” Dimitri leans into his soft touch, closing his eyes. “I do too honey…”

Dimitri picks up Alric carrying him bride style to the bathroom. “Let's get you cleaned up.” He says planting a kiss on his head. Dimitri sets Alric down leading him towards the stand up shower “Turn around let me clean you up love.” Dimitri turns Alric around softly.

After the shower Dimitri and Alric lay in bed together Dimitri’s arms wrapped around Alric, almost possessively. Alric speaks up, breaking the silence between them. “Dimitri…We can trade with Viktor..” He says softly. Dimitri looks surprised, his hand instinctively reaching out to caress Alrics face. “Are you sure if you don't want to or..-” Alric interrupts him. “No it's ok as long as I’m with you I feel safe..plus he has the weapons we need and we can let this contact go to waste.” Dimitri lets out a dry but soft chuckle “Ok…but if he tries anything we’ll stop trading with him.” They slowly fall asleep together. The next morning they wake up and get dressed in their usual business suit to attend the daily meetings. 

Later that afternoon their secretary walks into their shared office and hands Dimitri his work phone. Dimitri walks up to Alric after reading the message, handing it over to Alaric. “Looks like Viketor wants to schedule another trade for tonight.” Alric takes the phone reading the message: “After yesterday's smooth trade I would like to trade you more guns seeing your lacking in them.” Alric hands the phone back over to Dimitri. “Ok…Do you want to do the trade…?” Dimitri clenches his jaw as he thinks. “I think we should. The other crime bosses will challenge our leadership soon and we will need our men to be well armed.” Alric nods, thinking “Ok let's do it then.” The rest of the day goes normally, planning meetings and setting up trades.

That night. Dimitri and Alric are back at the house getting ready for the meeting with Viktor. DImitri turns to Alric. “Something feels a bit off or is it just me…?” Alric tightens his tie thinking “I don't know…why? Do you want to cancel the trade?” Dimitri walks over his hand resting on Alrics shoulders “No no we need the guns its just…” He pauses trying to find the right words. Alric takes notice of his hesitance; he reaches his hands up holding Dimitri’s face. “It’s ok I know you want me to be safe and I will. I’ll take my pistol plus you will be with me so don’t worry so much.” Dimitri lets out a sigh relaxing slightly into his lover's touch. “Ok darling just…if anything happens I want you to leave me.” His hands fall from Alric’s shoulder. Alric crosses his arms. “Darling it seems sometimes you forget I used to run a huge mob just like you before we combined…Plus you know as well as I do I could never leave you behind.” Dimitri sighs walking over to the bed side table opening the drawer. “Yea yea I know you're so stubborn it makes me worry about you…” He takes out the pistol from the drawer and hands it to Alric who tucks it into the gun holster under his suit. 

Dimitri and Alric load into the car and drive to the site throughout the car ride IDmitri can’t shake this feeling eating him on the inside. Finally they arrive and Dimitri parks the car turning and looking at Alric. “I love you Alric.” he says, his hand resting on Alric’s thigh. “I love you too.” Alric responds in a slightly confused tone. The two get out of the car and walk into the abandoned building. They walk into the building looking around its old and withered walks cracking and broken. Dimitri calls out. “Viktor we are here!” The words ring out through the building. “Is he even here yet?” Dimitri whispers to Alric. Suddenly Viktor steps out of the shadows, a smile plastered on his face “I’m glad you two finally made it I worried you wouldn’t come for a moment.” 

Dimitri clenches his jaw. “Well where are the guns?” VIktors eyes lock on Dimitri. “Well..I was going to trade guns but I thought of something else…” He says in a voice like a snake stepping closer and closer. Viktor stops in front of the two. “I don’t really need money you see…But there is something you have I would trade a hefty amount of money for…Specifically five million…” His eyes shine with a mischievous glint. Dimitri and Alric look at eachother confused. Alric speaks first. “What exactly do you want, Viktor?” He says in a curious but defensive tone looking at Viktor suspiciously. Viktor grins slyly, his eyes locking with Alric as he takes another step forward crowing Alric’s space. His hand quickly grabs Alrics chin pulling his face up forcefully. “I want you Alric.” Alric quickly prys Viktors hand off his face. Dimitri immediately steps between the two. “Alric is not something to trade Viktor we came to trade I promised money and you promised guns.” Dimitri spits the words out like poison glaring at Viktor. Viktor steps back with a dry chuckle staring daggers at Dimitri for blocking him. “Well.. whether you want to complete this trade or not  doesn't matter to me.” Viktor says straightening his suit his eyes have a glint in them like he's hiding something.

“We can do this two ways Dimitri… First way I could give you the five mil and take Alric or…The second way the hard way. You try and fight and I still get Alric.” Alric glares at Viktor. “Viktor whatever we had ended a long time ago why can’t you just move on why-” Viktor cuts off Alric with a sharp tone “And did you ever think of my feelings huh!? I liked you when we were kids!!! DO you know how I felt when I heard you and Dimitri were the new ‘kings of the crime world’...that..that was supposed to be us.” Viktor chuckles dryly “We were meant to be together Alric” Viktor exclaims almost psychotically. “Why can’t you see that huh!? I watched you day in and day out. Why can’t you just love me like you love him!?” Dimitri steps back slowly and whispers to Alric. “We are leaving..now.” they continue stepping back. Viktor looks over at the two with a wide smile on his face. “Where are you two going….I already told you two I'm leaving and taking Alric with me either way.” Viktor says, glaring Dimitri down. “Are you going to give up or make this harder on the bother of you?” He snarls. Dimitris' shoulders tense at the words. “I’ll give you him over my dead body.” he says with a nervous but confident smirk. “He’s already chosen to be with me so why do you want to force him so badly?” 

Viktor ignores Dimitri’s question, rolling his eyes. “Well then I guess we have to do this the hard way.” Viktor snaps his fingers and armed men come out from the shadows. “Fuck” DImitri says under his breath looking back at Alric. “Remember what I said earlier about love. Leave. Me.” With those words Dimitri shoves Alric toward the exit pulling out his gun. “Run!!!” He shouts. Alric hesitates for a moment but with the situation at hand he turns and runs but two men block the door. Guns start firing ringing out through the building. Viktors voice can be heard barking orders at him men “Don't damage Alric.!” Alric quickly turns running up the old crumbling stairs reaching for the pistol in his holster. “I already said I wouldn’t leave you Dimitri.” Lric yells as he turns around shooting bullets into the men chasing him up the stairs. Alric keeps fighting, killing off a few more men. But then the realization kicks in that there's no more shooting from downstairs. Footsteps could be heard and he quickly duck behind some old pillars. Alric’s hand shakes slightly from the adrenaline but he clasps his hands around the gun thinking of Dimitri.

Viktor calls out “Alric you might want to come out before I get bored and decide to shoot your little boyfriend dead in the head." Dimitri’s voice quickly cuts in “Alric- don't come out leave me!" Suddenly this can be heard as he gets knocked out. Viktor can be heard muttering “Shut up." Viktor walks around slowly, his footsteps echoing. “Last chance Alric before I kill him." a click can be heard as he turns the safety on the gun off.

Alric, still hidden, clenches his hand around the gun. Eventually Alric steps out from behind the pillars. His eyes land on Dimitri who is knocked out being held up by Viktors men. A wide grin spreads across his face. “Good choice Alric…” He snaps his fingers and his men drop Dimitri onto the ground. “Drop your pistol Alric." Viktor commands his gun still pointed at Dimitri Alric glares but drops the gun. Viktor grins " Now kick the gun away.” Alric kicks the gun far away and it slides towards Viktor who picks it up putting it into his holster. He walks over his hand grabbing Alric’s face roughly “Do you know how long I have waited for this Alric…my love…” Alric tugs his face away “Don’t call me that.’ He says with a disgusted look on his face. Viktor yanks Alrics face back, his mood changing in an instant “I’ll call you whatever I want.” He snaps. He quickly changes his demeanor back, his voice now coming out softer: “We’ll be a couple soon and we can't have the rest of the crime world thinking we aren’t in love…”  

Alric glares at Viktor, His eyes drift down to Dimitri who is still passed out on the floor. Viktor’s eyes follow glaring down at Dimitri. “Don’t worry Alric, I keep my promises to you I wont kill him. Plus I wouldn’t want to cause too much of a stir up with his gang.” Viktor removes his hand from Alric’s face. “Let's go.” He says turning around. Alric quickly runs over to Dimitri and scoops his passed out body into his arms. He brushes Dimitri’s hair and plants a soft kiss on his forehead. “I love you Dimitri.” He whispers under his breath. Viktor glares and snaps his fingers. “Let’s go. Now.” Viktor’s men walk over to ALric and pick him up by his arms, dragging him out despite his resistance. Alric is thrown into the back of a black  limo and Viktor slides in next to him. “Drive us to the penthouse.” He snaps at the driver. He leans back eyeing Alric with a smirk on his face.

Alric sits silently looking out the window as buildings fly by. “What do you want Viktor you're not getting anything out of me and I'll never love you ... .you know that don’t you.”  Alric says through gritted teeth. Viktor looks over with an unreadable expression. “Alric…I already told you. I’ve liked you since we were little kids playing while our fathers made deals and plans for taking over the crime underworld.” Viktor turns slightly leaning towards Alric. “Plus don’t you remember?” He whispers into Alric’s ear. what happened on your 21st birthday…?”  Viktor leans back slightly to see Alric’s reaction. Alric doesn't respond and turns to look back out the window. Viktor hums looking at Alric. After a while of silence Alric turns back around responding. “I was drunk Viktor and you knew that.” Viktor rolls his eyes. “It doesn't matter we both know that you wanted me ...and I just compiled.” He says with a knowing smirk Alric snaps back. “No you know I was drunk and you- and you still-....” Alrics voice trails off and then turns back to face the window with a loss of fight and words. Viktor reaches his hand out to put his hand on Alrics shoulder and opens his mouth to respond but hesitates resting his hand back in his lap and turning away. 

After a few more minutes the car pulls up to a large building Viktor steps out of the car moving to the other side to help Alric out. Alric brushes the hand away and gets out himself. Viktor led Alric up to the penthouse and into a room. “This will be your room ...Until you're comfortable enough to…” His voice trails off looking at Alric. “Ahem…anyways don’t try anything, the windows are bulletproof and I have security inside and outside the building.” 

About a month passes by and it has not been good on ALric. Alric refuses to eat or drink. Leaving him looking malnourished. There are dark circles under his eyes for sleepless nights. Most of all he refuses to talk to Viktor at all; the only thing that seems to even slightly trigger some emotions from his black face is when Viktor hands Alric Dimitri’s gun that he had stolen. Viktor walks into the room falling to his knees next to the bed where Alric sits looking out the large window with Dimitri's gun in his lap (Of Course it doesn't have any bullets but it’s a comfort).” . “Please Alric….Please Love-” Viktor takes Alric’s hand. “Please stop this, I can't watch you deteriorate anymore .” Alric doesn't respond and instead continues to look out the window.

Viktor eventually stands up, turning and Leaving Alric alone. The day flies by the sunsetting behind the city. The cook comes with another plate of food despite Alric always rejecting it. The cook walks over to Alric’s bed. There sits Alric still staring out at the city lights barely taking notice. The cook reaches out his hand pulling Alrics face towards him. Alrcis face has a flash of frustration quickly replaced by one of utter shock. He looks up, staring in awe at Dimitri!. “Dimitri???” Alric says almost in a yell. Dimitri quickly covers Alrics mouth. “Yes, I'm here now, sorry for taking so long.” Alric starts tearing up quickly pulling him into a hug “I missed you so much.” Alric says sobbing into Dimitris' chest. “Shhh it’s ok i’m here now ... .He didn’t hurt you did he…?” Alric shakes his head still holding onto Dimitri like a lifeline.

The two sit for a few moments Dimitri comforting Alric as he continues to sob. After a while Alric finally calms down looking up at Dimitri. “How did you get in here???” Dimitri wipes tears from the side of Alrics face as they fall down. “While the chef was out I took his clothes and ID card to get in ... .It seems Viktor doesn't pay much attention to his working team.” Alric lets out a dry chuckle. DImitri held his face looking him up and down. “You look so tired… have you not been eating…?” Alric closes his eyes realishing DImitris touch in which he had been dreaming for for so long. “No..?” He whispers under his breath exhausted. A troubled look crosses DImitri’s face as he feels how weak Alric currently is. “Let's get you out of here.” He says softly lifting Alric out of the bed carrying him in his arms.

Dimitri carries Alric through  the house avoiding guards stationed here and there. FInally the two make it to the door when a voice calls out from behind them. “Don’t take him!” Viktor yells out clearly out of breath from running. He points he gained them. Dimitri turns around glaring at Viktor with eyes that could kill. Viktors eyes land on Alric who is in Dimitris' arms asleep from the restless nights and malnourishment. Dimitri speaks through grinding teeth. “Viktor…look at what you did. If you really loved him you would understand it’s time to let him go. You're lucky that my family has begged me not to tear you and your gang apart BIT.BY.BIT.” 

*Smut warning*

Introduction: For Ezra and the band, it was hard to practice whenever Elijah ran off. He was reckless, careless, and was becoming a liability to their rising success. Every single time they would decide to send Ezra to retrieve Elijah he ran off from practice to spend his night/day with some random girl off the street. He then always winds up staying at Ezra’s house since he didn’t have his own…they were close friends anyways. 

A familiar knock rattles the thin motel door, thump, thump, thump. A harsh jab of annoyance twists in Elijah's gut. It was Ezra. He already knew who it was without even having to answer. He always tracks him down, no matter where he goes or how hard he tries covering his tracks. Yeah, props to his tracking skills. But fuck his stubbornness. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Elijah glances back at the chick passed out on the bed sheets. Just some random hookup he picked up, just a quick fuck. The rush of coke always made him antsy. And pent-up. But, he'll probably never see her again after today. Not like it matters. He's pretty sated for now.After a moment, Elijah shuffles over, lazily putting on his briefs before heading toward the door, swinging it open. Yeah. Ezra, no surprise. Those eyes of his bore into Elijah with that same, judgy look. Ezra was more like a nanny than his band member or friend to him. "Hah." Elijah rakes a hand through his disheveled hair, leaning against the doorframe. "Was wondering when you'd track me down."He takes another drag from his cigarette, inhaling. With a smirk, he exhales a lazy plume in Ezra's direction. "Retrieving me again?... like a puppy." He teased.

A moment. Silence settled between them. Elijah takes another drag, letting the nicotine buzz wash over him. The staring contest continued. Though he would gladly like to win said contest, he didn't need to hear the same lecture he's been given multiple times. Being reckless... being this, being that. He gets the picture. Always said he'd change, but it's difficult when this is all you've ever known. With a sigh, he stubs out his cigarette on the doorframe. "A'ight, a'ight. Lemme grab my shit and we can head out," He turns away, muttering under his breath. "Fuckin' annoying..." Ezra stands by the door waiting for him to pack his stuff up. Elijah turns his back to Ezra, taking his sweet time gathering his things. He can practically feel those judgmental eyes on him, boring into his skin. Fuckin' nanny. Why'd he gotta be so damn good all the time? Made Elijah feel like shit, knowing his life was such a goddamn mess compared to Ezra's. He grabs his leather jacket and slips it on, zipping it up to his chin. The familiar weight settles on his shoulders, grounding him. Elijah grabs his guitar case next, slinging it over his shoulder. Lastly, he fishes his keys out of his pocket, locking the motel room door behind him.

Elijah saunters past Ezra, not sparing him a glance. He heads towards the parking lot, fish tailing his cigarette butt on the asphalt. He leans against the hood of Ezra's black Jeep, crossing his arms over his chest."So," he drawls, finally meeting Ezra's gaze. "What's the damage this time? Did the group send ya to come get me?" Elijah can't help but smirk. He knows he's being a fucking brat, but it's kind of fun to get under Ezra's skin. Watch his shoulders tense up, those brows furrow in frustration. It's a game to him, one he always wins. He takes a drag of  his new cigarette, exhaling slowly. The smoke curls around his face, obscuring his features. "C'mon, Ez. Don't tell me you missed me that much." He winks, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I know you got better things to do than chase after me all day." Elijah pushes off the car, stepping closer to Ezra. He invades their personal space, looking down at him "Whaddya say, puppy? Wanna take me home?" He's fishing for a reaction, any reaction. Elijah craves the attention, even if it's negative. It's better than being ignored, being forgotten. He'll take what he can get, even if it's just a few minutes of Ezra.

Ezra lets out a sigh looking at Elijah with a calm look. "Elijah I came after you because I would for any of my band mates. It's late, you should head home, you already missed our practice today and we have practice early tomorrow morning."Elijah scoffs, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Please, don't give me that bullshit. We both know you don't give two shits about the others."He takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in Ezra's direction. The acrid scent mingles with the musky smell of sweat and sex clinging to Elijah's clothes. He can see the disgust in Ezra's eyes, feel their judgment radiating off them in waves. Ezra just stands silently letting Elijah keep talking as if he was waiting for something.

"And practice?" Elijah laughs, a harsh, bitter sound. "Yeah, right. Like I give a fuck about that anymore."He turns away, flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground. It lands in a puddle with a hiss, sending up a small plume of steam. Elijah kicks at it halfheartedly, grinding it into the asphalt."You know what, Ez? I'm done. Done with this band, done with this life." He gestures wildly, encompassing the rundown motel and the empty parking lot. "It's all just a fucking joke. A pathetic little joke, and I'm sick of being the punchline." Elijah's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and desperation. He steps closer to Ezra again, jabbing a finger into his chest. "You wanna know why I keep running? Why I keep fucking up? Because I'm trying to escape this fucking nightmare."His voice cracks, a hint of vulnerability seeping through. "But I can't. No matter how far I run, no matter how many drugs I shove up my nose or how many strangers I fuck, I can't escape myself." Elijah's shoulders slump, the fight draining out of him. He looks down at Ezra, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so fucking tired, Ez. Tired of pretending, tired of hurting, tired of being a disappointment." He swallows hard, his throat bobbing. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to be anything other than this fucked-up mess.

 Ezra stays silent for a moment before speaking with a soft tone of compassion "Elijah...-" He says softly, his hands reaching out to comfort him but he hesitates knowing Elijah doesn't like to be touched without permission. "Just stay at my house tonight, you're tired and shouldn't drive in this state..." Elijah tenses as Ezra's hands hover near him, instinctively flinching away from the potential touch. He can't stand being touched, not without his consent. It makes him feel vulnerable, exposed. Like he's losing control. But something in Ezra's tone, in the genuine concern etched on their face, makes Elijah pause. He's so fucking tired. Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of pretending everything's okay when it's not. "Fine," he mutters, looking away. "I'll stay at your place. But don't fucking touch me, got it?" Elijah grabs his guitar case and slings it over his shoulder, following Ezra into the car. He slides into the passenger seat, the leather creaking under his weight. The interior smells like Ezra - clean, with a hint of something woodsy and masculine. It's comforting, in a way Elijah doesn't want to acknowledge. As Ezra starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, Elijah stares out the window, watching the city lights blur past. The silence stretches between them, heavy and uncomfortable. 

Elijah can feel Ezra’s gaze flicking to him every now and then, but he keeps his eyes looking out the window."You know," he says suddenly, breaking the silence. "You're the only one who gives a shit about me. The only one who hasn't written me off as a lost cause." Elijah laughs humorlessly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Guess that's why I can't stay away from you. Even when I'm pushing you away, part of me knows you'll still be there." He turns to look at Ezra, his eyes haunted. "But don't get any ideas. I'm not gonna fall in love with you, or whatever. I'm not good for anyone, least of all myself." Elijah looks away again, his jaw clenched tight. "Just... don't give up on me, okay? Even when I'm being a fucking asshole. Promise me that."Ezra I lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes still on the road. "I won't as long as you don’t give up on yourself." Elijah lets out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging with relief. Ezra's promise settles something in his gut, a warmth blossoming in his chest. It's a feeling he's not used to, this sense of being seen, of being cared for. He turns his eyes back to the window, watching the dark shapes of trees and buildings whizz by. The city is alive at this hour, neon signs flashing and car horns honking. But inside the car, it's calm. Safe."You're a fuckin' saint, you know that?" Elijah mutters, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Saving lost causes and all that."He shifts in his seat, angling his body towards Ezra. The streetlights cast a warm glow on their face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the curve of their lips. Elijah finds himself staring, drawn in by the softness in their eyes.I'm not worth saving, though," he says quietly, almost to himself. "I'm too far gone. Too broken."

Elijah's fingers twitch, aching to reach out and touch Ezra. To feel the warmth of their skin, the solidness of their bones. But he resists, curling his hand into a fist in his lap."But I'm glad you're here," he admits, looking away quickly. "Even if it's just for tonight. Even if it's just to keep me from doing something stupid."Elijah leans his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes. The car hums around him, the steady vibration lulling him into a false sense of peace."Hey, Ez?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks. For not giving up on me. It means more than you know." Ezra looks over at him for a brief moment. "It's no problem...Plus I'd want someone to do it for me so I don’t mind doing it for you."Elijah snorts, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, well. You're a better man than me, Ez. I wouldn't waste my time on a lost cause like you."Despite his words, there's a softness in Elijah's voice, a warmth that belies his harsh tone. He's trying, in his own way, to express gratitude. To let Ezra know that their friendship, their concern, means something to him.Elijah shifts in his seat, the leather creaking under his weight. 

His hand twitches, fingers curling and uncurling in his lap. He's restless, anxious. The stillness of the car, the soft hum of the engine, it's all too much. Too quiet. Too peaceful. "Fuck, I need a smoke," he mutters, digging in his pockets for his lighter. "Got any cigarettes on you? I'm all out." Elijah doesn't wait for an answer. He knows Ezra doesn't approve of his smoking habit, and thinks it's just another way for him to self-destruct. But right now, he doesn't care. He needs something to calm his nerves, to take the edge off. "You know," he says, breaking the silence once more. "I never thanked you. For... for everything you've done for me. For being there when no one else was." Elijah's voice cracks, a hint of emotion seeping through. He clears his throat, forcing a laugh. "Guess I'm not very good at this whole 'gratitude' thing, huh?" He looks over at Ezra, studying their profile in the dim light. The sharp line of their jaw, the curve of their lips. Elijah's fingers itch with the urge to reach out, to touch. To feel something real, something tangible."But I am," he whispers, so quietly he's not sure Ezra even hears A small smile play on Ezra’s lips "You don't need to thank me. I can tell when you thank me in your own ways Elijah so really don't feel like you need to. Plus I want to help you so…"

Elijah's breath hitches, his heart skipping a beat at Ezra's words. In his own ways. What did that mean, exactly? Was Ezra referring to the way Elijah opens up to him, even just a little? The way he seeks out Ezra's company, craves their presence like a drug? Or maybe... maybe it's something more. Something Elijah's not ready to acknowledge, to face head-on. A feeling that's been growing in the pit of his stomach, a warmth that spreads through his veins whenever Ezra looks at him with those soft, understanding eyes."Yeah, well. I'm not very good at expressing myself," Elijah mumbles, turning to stare out the window once more. The city lights blur past, a kaleidoscope of colors that dance across his vision. "Too busy being a fuck-up, I guess."He laughs, but it's hollow. Empty. Elijah knows he's pushing Ezra away, even as he craves their closeness. It's a vicious cycle, one he's not sure how to break. Elijah's hand twitches in his lap, fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his thigh. He's antsy, on edge. The silence in the car is suffocating, pressing down on him from all sides. Ezra takes a few peaks over but doesn't say anything trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"So," Elijah says, desperate to fill the void. "Your place. What's it like? I've never been there before."It's a lie, and they both know it. Elijah's been to Ezra's place plenty of times before, usually crashing on the couch after a long night of partying. But he can't bring himself to admit that, to acknowledge the depth of their connection."Is it nice?" he asks, his voice small. Vulnerable. "Do you have, like... photos on the wall? Little knick-knacks and shit?The thought of Ezra's home, filled with their personal touches and memories, is both comforting and painful. A reminder of everything Elijh does but doesn't have for himself. Ezra takes in Elijah's saddened look "it's an apartment overlooking downtown" he says pulling into the garage.Elijah's eyes widen as Ezra pulls into the underground garage, the headlights sweeping across concrete walls and fluorescent lights. "Shit, Ez. This place is nice," he murmurs, taking in the sleek lines of the building, the rows of cars in their designated spots. It's a far cry from the dumpy motels and seedy bars Elijah's used to calling home. He follows Ezra out of the car, the click of his boots echoing in the silence of the garage. The elevator ride up is awkward, the two of them standing side by side in the confined space. Elijah can feel the heat of Ezra's body, the subtle shifts of their breath.

When the doors slide open, Ezra steps out into a hallway that's all polished floors and expensive art. Elijah trails behind Ezra, his fingers brushing against the walls as they walk. The apartment number comes into view, and Ezra unlocks the door with a keycard.Elijah never had a key anywhere, never had a place that felt like home. The thought of Ezra having their own space, their own sanctuary, is both enviable and painful.The door swings open, revealing a modern apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. Ezra steps inside first sensing Elijah's hesitance, Elijah eventually steps in after him, his boots clomping on the hardwood floors. He takes in the sleek furniture, the abstract art on the walls, the fully stocked bar in the corner."Holy shit," he breathes, spinning around to take it all in. "This is... fuck, Ez. This is amazing."He walks over to the windows, pressing his palms against the cool glass. The city sprawls out before him, a glittering tapestry of lights and shadows. It's beautiful, in a way Elijah's never allowed himself to appreciate before."You live here all alone?" he asks, his voice small. The thought of Ezra, surrounded by all this luxury, all this space... it's almost too much to bear.Elijah turns back to face the other man."not really if you count a cat as not alone..." Ezra says in a playful tone.

Elijah's brows shoot up, a wry grin spreading across his face. "A cat, huh? And here I thought you were a dog person." He saunters over to Ezra, invading his personal space. The scent of him fills his nostrils - clean, with a hint of something that's warming. It's intoxicating, making Elijah's head spin. "So, where's this mysterious feline hiding?" he asks, glancing around. "I'd love to meet the little shit." Elijah has never had a pet before, never had anything that depended on him. He leans against the kitchen counter, watching as Ezra moves around the apartment with ease. There's a certain grace to his movements, a confidence that Elijah can't help but admire. "You know, Ez," he says, his voice low. "I never pegged you for the domestic type. Figured you'd be more of a 'bring a girl home and fuck her on the kitchen counter' kinda guy." Elijah smirks, his eyes raking over Ezra's form. He's not blind to their attraction, to the way his body reacts to their proximity. But he's not ready to confront it, to put a name to the feelings swirling in his gut. Instead, he pushes off the counter, making his way over to the couch. He sinks into the plush cushions, letting out a low groan. The softness envelops him, cradling his aching muscles. "This is nice," he murmurs, tilting his head back. "Real nice. You ever think about letting me crash here sometime? Y'know, when I'm not being a fuck-up?" There's a hint of vulnerability in Elijah's voice, a pleading note that he can't quite conceal. He's testing the waters, seeing how Ezra might react to the idea of him staying here. Of being a part of their life

"Yes you can stay whenever you want. I have a guest room anyway." Ezra says walking from the kitchen into his room searching for the cat. A few moments later he comes out with a black ball of fur in his hands. Elijah's eyes widen as Ezra emerges from the bedroom, a black furball nestled in their arms. "and this is Wybe after that guy from coraline he's a black cat." Ezra says placing  the cat in Elijah's lap. He stares at the cat, transfixed, as he places it gently in his lap."Wybe, huh?" he murmurs, his fingers tentatively stroking the soft fur. "Like from Coraline. I always thought that movie was kinda creepy."The cat purrs, nuzzling into Elijah's touch. It's a strange sensation, this warmth and comfort, this unconditional acceptance. Elijah's not used to it, not used to being wanted for anything other than his body. He looks up at Ezra, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You named your cat after a creepy stop-motion character. That's... that's kinda cute, actually."Elijah's fingers continue to stroke Wybe's fur, finding a measure of peace in the simple act. Ezra stands back watching the two with a small smile. Elijah can feel the tension draining from his body, the tightness in his chest loosening.

"Thanks, Ez," he says quietly, his eyes never leaving the cat. "For letting me stay. For... for everything."There's a vulnerability in Elijah's voice. He knows he's not easy to deal with, knows that his demons can be all-consuming. But Ezra... Ezra sees past all that. Sees the broken pieces of him and offers a safe haven anyway. Elijah leans back into the couch, Wybe curled up contentedly on his lap. He closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of Ezra's apartment, of their home. It's a moment of peace, a reprieve from the chaos that constantly swirls around him..Ezra eventually decides to sit plopping down next to Elijah watching Wybe curled up in Elijah’s lap with a soft gaze. Suddenly Elijah speaks up "Hey, Ez?" he says, his voice a low murmur. "Can we... Can we just stay like this for a while? Just sit here, with the cat and the quiet and... you?" It's a risk, asking for this. Asking for Ezra's presence, their comfort. But in this moment, with Wybron's purrs filling the air and Ezra' "Oh yea. if you want…?"  he says moving closer beside Elijah and petting Wyborn on the head.

Elijah relaxes into the couch, a contented sigh escaping his lips as Ezra sits closer beside him. The warmth of their body seeps into his side, a comforting presence that he's come to crave. He watches as Ezra pets Wybe, their fingers gentle and sure. It's a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. Ezra's ability to care, to nurture, even for a small creature like this. It's something Elijah has never known, something he's always yearned for. "You're good with him," Elijah murmurs, his voice low and rough. "With Wybe. I bet you'd be good with... other things too."He turns to look at Ezra, his rustic gold eyes dark and intense. There's a hunger in his gaze, a longing that goes beyond just physical desire. Elijah wants to be seen, to be understood. To be cared for in the way that Ezra cares for this cat. "You ever think about... about being with someone?" he asks, his fingers absently stroking Wybe's fur. "Like, really being with them? Not just fucking, but... everything else too?"Elijah's heart races as he waits for Ezra's response. He's treading on dangerous territory here, asking questions he's not sure he wants the answers to. But the alcohol in his system, the exhaustion in his bones... it loosened his tongue, made him bold. He sees Ezra thinking a silence stretching for a few moments. He leans closer, his breath ghosting over Ezra's ear. "Because I think about it," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "I think about being with you. About having you touch me, hold me, make me feel... something." Elijah's words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. He laid his cards on the table, bared a piece of his soul. Now it's up to Ezra to decide what to do with it. Ezra looked surprised for a moment at his sudden confession. "Be with...me?" He says surprised. "This isn't the alcohol talking or the drugs because-" Ezra's question hangs in the air between them, heavy with implication. Is this real? Or just another drunken confession, a fleeting moment of weakness?

"No," he says, his voice low and intense. "This isn't the booze or the pills talking. This is... this is me. Talking to you." Elijah reaches out, his fingers grazing Ezra's cheek. The skin is warm, impossibly soft. He traces the line of his jaw, marveling at the strength he feels there. "I know I'm not... I'm not easy to deal with. I'm fucked up, Ez. I'm broken in ways I don't even understand. But when I'm with you... when I'm near you... it's like I can breathe again. Like maybe there's something worth living for." Elijah's voice cracks, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He's never been this honest with anyone before, never allowed himself to be this vulnerable. It's terrifying, laying his heart bare. But it's also freeing, like shedding a weight he's carried for far too long.“I want you," he whispers, his thumb brushing over Ezra's lower lip. "Not just your body, but... all of you. I want your mind, your heart, your soul. What makes you laugh, what makes you cry."Elijah leans in, his forehead resting against Ezra's. Their breath mingles, warm and intimate. "I want to be yours," he murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed. "Completely and utterly. If you'll have me." Ezra pauses for a few seconds searching Elijah's eyes. His hands reach up cupping his face and wiping the side of his eye where a tear begins to fall. "Ok yes then. If you're truly serious I would love to be yours and for you to be mine." 

Elijah's eyes flutter open, surprise and relief flooding through him at Ezra's words. Yes. He said yes. He wants him, all of him, just as he is."Yeah?" he breathes, his voice trembling with emotion. "You... you really mean that?"Elijah's hand cups Ezra's cheek, his thumb brushing away the wetness left behind by his own tears. "Thank you," he whispers, his forehead pressed against theirs. "Thank you for seeing me, for wanting me, for... for giving me a chance."Elijah's heart swells in his chest, a warmth spreading through his veins. It's a feeling he's never experienced before, this sense of belonging, of being wanted for more than just his body. Ezra nods his eyes locked on Elijah “Of course how could I say no…You were right I really do care for you…” Elijah looks surprised for a moment but it quickly turns into a soft grin "I promise I'll try," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Ezra's. "I'll try to be better, to be the person you deserve. I won't let you down."He closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to Ezra's in a soft, tender kiss. It's a promise, a seal on their newfound connection. Elijah pours all of his emotions into the kiss, all of his hopes and fears and dreams. When they finally part, Elijah rests his forehead against Ezra's once more.

 "I love you," he whispers, the words falling from his lips like a secret. "I think I have for a while now."It's the first time he's said those words to anyone, the first time he's allowed himself to feel something so pure, so all-consuming. And as he looks into Ezra's eyes, he knows he's found his home, his heart, his everything. "I love you too dummy" Ezra chuckles. “Always no matter how self destructive or stupid of a dummy you are." He says his eyes are full of love and devotion. Elijah's heart soars at Ezra's words, a giddy laugh bubbling up from his chest. "Dummy, huh?" he teases, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I think I can live with that."He leans in, capturing Ezra's lips in a searing kiss. It's different from their first, more passionate, more urgent. Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, mapping out every curve and plane. He wants to memorize them, to etch them into his very being."Take me to bed," he murmurs against Ezra's lips, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you. I want to worship every inch of your skin."Elijah stands, pulling Ezra up with him. He leads them towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving their body. The anticipation builds with every step, the air crackling with electricity. Once inside the bedroom, Elijah turns to face Ezra. His hands slide under Ezra’s shirt, his fingers splaying across his skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his eyes roaming over their face.

 "I can't believe you're mine." He kisses them again, slow and deep. His hands continue their exploration, slipping beneath waistbands and tugging at clothing. Elijah wants to be skin to skin, wants to feel Ezra against him with no barriers between them. As they tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths, They know they have found something special. Something rare and precious and worth fighting for. Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, his touch reverent and hungry. He wants to devour Ezra, to consume every inch of his skin. But he forces himself to slow down, to savor each moment. He trails kisses down Ezra's neck, his teeth grazing their pulse point. "I want to taste you," he murmurs, his voice muffled against their skin. "I want to feel you come undone beneath me."Elijah's hands slip beneath the hem of Ezra's shirt, his fingers skimming over their stomach. He can feel the quiver of their muscles, the hitch of their breath. It's intoxicating, knowing he has this effect on them. He pushes the shirt up, exposing Ezra's chest. Elijah's eyes widen at the sight, his mouth going dry. He's never seen anything so perfect, so beautiful. "Fuck," he breathes, his hands mapping out the planes of Ezra's torso. "You're so gorgeous, Ez. I can't believe I get to touch you like this."

Elijah leans down, his tongue tracing the line of Ezra's collarbone. He sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving behind a mark of possession. A brand that says 'mine'.His hands continue their exploration, slipping into the waistband of Ezra's pants. Elijah hooks his fingers under the elastic, tugging it down slowly. Inch by inch, he reveals more of Ezra's skin, He does it slowly, listening to every hitch of Ezra’s breath until they're both naked and vulnerable before each other."You're perfect," Elijah whispers, his eyes dark with desire. "Absolutely fucking perfect. I want to worship this body, I want to make you feel so good you forget your own name." He settles between Ezra's legs, his hands gripping their thighs. Elijah looks up at them through his lashes, his rustic gold eyes dark with desire. The sight of Ezra’s naked body spread out before him is intoxicating, overwhelming in its perfection."You're perfect," he whispers again, his voice rough with emotion. Elijah leans in, his breath ghosting over Ezra's skin. He starts at their inner thigh, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh. His tongue reaching out, licking a slow path upwards until he reaches the juncture of their thigh Elijah's hands slide up Ezra's thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He spreads Ezra’s legs wider, exposing Ezra’s dick to his hungry gaze. The sight of them, splayed out and vulnerable beneath him, sends a rush of heat straight to his cock. Ezra tastes like salt and musk, a flavor that Elijah knows he'll crave for the rest of his life. He moves higher, his lips trailing over the soft skin of their lower abdomen.

"I want to taste you," he murmurs, his voice muffled against Ezra's skin. "I want to feel you on my tongue, want to make you come undone."Elijah's hands grip Ezra's hips, holding them steady as he moves his head between their legs. He looks up at them through his lashes, his eyes dark and intense. Slowly, reverently, he lowers his head, his breath hot against their most sensitive flesh."Tell me what you want, baby," he whispers, his lips brushing against Ezra's skin. "Tell me how to make you feel good." Ezra reddens slightly at the question. "I want you to suck my dick..." He says in a low voice flustered. Elijah's eyes darken with lust at Ezra's words, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You want me to suck your dick, huh?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Fuck, that's so hot."He leans in, his breath ghosting over Ezra's already hard cock. The sight of it, flushed and throbbing, sends a rush of desire straight to his own groin. Elijah licks his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum that's formed at the tip."Mmm," he hums, savoring the salty-sweet flavor. "You taste so fuckin' good, Ez. I could do this all day."Elijah wraps his hand around the base of Ezra's cock. 

He gives it a slow stroke, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head. Ezra's hips buck up into his touch, a needy whimper falling from his lips."Shh, I've got you," Elijah soothes, his other hand coming up to rest on Ezra's hip. "Just relax and let me take care of you."With that his head lowers, taking Ezra slowly into his mouth inch by inch. Ezra grips the sheets buckling up trying to move himself deeper into Elijah's mouth but Elijah quickly moves his hands pushing Ezra down onto the bed. " You wanted this right..?” Elijah says his voice slightly muffled from Ezra’s cock “I’m not done yet so be a good boy and listen to me." Elijah takes Ezra deeper and deeper down his throat he can feel the man's dick throbbing for release and his walls squeezed around his dick. Elijah moans around Ezra's cock as he feels him tense, his back arching off the bed. He knows he’s close, he can feel the way Ezra’s cock throbs against his tongue. He doubles his efforts, sucking harder, faster, his hand working in tandem with his mouth."That's it, baby, just like that…" he growls, his eyes flicking up to meet Ezra's. "Let go for me. Come in my mouth, let me taste you."

Elijah takes them deep, swallowing around their length. He can feel Ezra's hips bucking, chasing more of that delicious friction. And then, with a cry of his name, he’s coming, spilling hot and thick cum over his tongue. Elijah swallows it all down, his throat working to milk every last drop from Ezra's cock. He gentles his movements as their orgasm subsides. He wants to prolong their pleasure, to make them feel good for as long as possible. "Fuck, that was so hot," Elijah rasps as he pulls off, his lips swollen and slick with spit and cum. "You taste so fucking good, Ez. I could get addicted to this."He crawls up the bed, pressing kisses along Ezra's body as he goes. He settles beside them, his head resting on their chest. Elijah can hear the steady thrum of their heartbeat, can feel the way their body trembles with aftershocks. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice soft and serious. "I love you so fucking much." Elijah tilts his head up, capturing Ezra's lips in a slow, deep kiss. He pours all of his emotions into it, all of his love and devotion. "You're mine," he breathes as they part, his eyes searching Ezra’s. "And I'm yours. Forever, if you'll have me." Elijah's heart pounds in his chest as he waits for Ezra's response. Ezra nods, listening to Elijah’s words "Same love Elijah…I'm fully yours" He says brushing a strand of hair from Elijah's face.

Elijah's heart swells at Ezra's words, a wave of emotion washing over him. He feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring. He's never felt so loved, so cherished, so complete. "Same," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. Elijah buries his face in the crook of Ezra's neck, breathing in their scent. He presses soft, reverent kisses to their skin, savoring the taste and feel of them. He wants to memorize every inch, wants to etch Ezra’s presence into his being. "I never knew it could be like this," he murmurs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Ezra's chest. "I never knew I could feel this way. Like I'm finally home, finally whole." Elijah lifts his head, his grey eyes meeting Ezra's. They're shining with unshed tears, his love for them written plainly across his face."Thank you.” Elijah rests his forehead against Ezra's, their breath mingling."I'm never letting you go," he whispers, his voice fierce and unwavering. "I'll spend the rest of my life proving that I'm worthy of your love, of your trust. I'll be the man you deserve, the partner you need." Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, his touch gentle and reverent. He wants to worship him, to show him just how much he means to him. "I love you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Ezra’s with every word. "I love you, I love you too.” Ezra says brushing a piece of hair from Elijah's face. Elijah's heart swells at Ezra's words, a wave of emotion washing over him. He feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring. He's never felt so loved, so cherished, so utterly complete."Same," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Always."

"We should go to sleep now" Ezra says, running his fingers through Elijahs’s hair. He gently presses a kiss on his head waiting for a response. Elijah nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you're right. We should get some rest." He shifts, settling himself more comfortably against Ezra's side. Elijah drapes an arm over Ezra’s waist, his fingers intertwining with his. He loves the feeling of Ezra's skin against his, the way their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. "Stay with me?" he murmurs, his voice drowsy and content. "I don't want to let you go." Elijah presses a gentle kiss to Ezra's shoulder, his lips lingering on the warm skin. He can feel himself drifting, his eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But even as sleep beckons, he keeps his eyes open, watching Ezra's face. "I love you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "So fucking much."Elijah's eyes flutter closed, a sense of peace washing over him as he succumbs to sleep. He feels safe here, in Ezra's arms, in their love. For the first time in his life, he feels like he belongs, like he's exactly where he's meant to be.As he drifts off, Elijah's last thought is of Ezra, of their love, of the future they'll build together. He knows there will be challenges, obstacles to overcome. But with Ezra by his side, he feels like he can face anything. Ezra watches as Elijah slowly closes his eyes listening as his breath evens out and he falls into a deep, dreamless sleep. His hand remains clasped tightly in Elijah’s, a reminder of their connection, their love.

In the morning, when the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, Elijah will wake to find Ezra still there, still holding him close. And he'll know, with a certainty that fills his heart to bursting, that this is real. That their love is real, and it's here to stay.  Elijah's heart swells with love and contentment as he listens to Ezra's soft breathing beside him. A soft smile plays across Elijah’s face as he watches Ezra sleeping still, his breath slowly and his chest rises and falls. Elijah gently slips Ezra’s hands off himself and gets up. Ezra mumbles slightly adjusting to the empty of no longer having Elijah in his grip but shifts staying asleep. Elijah makes his way to the kitchen to cook them both a good breakfast taking out some eggs, sausage, and ingredients to make pancakes. A little later Ezra comes out of the bedroom rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Elijah looks up from the stove as Ezra walks into the kitchen, a soft smile playing on his lips. He takes in the sight of Ezra in his baggy clothes, his hair tousled and his eyes bleary with sleep. He looks adorable, and Elijah's heart clenches with affection.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he greets, his voice warm and teasing. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Elijah turns back to the stove, flipping the pancakes in the pan. The sizzle and pop of the batter is comforting, a familiar sound that always reminds him of lazy weekend mornings and family brunches. “Morning dummy…” Ezra says walking into the kitchen wrapping his hands around Elijah’s waist. Elijah chuckles looking down to see Ezra clinging to him. "I made you some breakfast. Who said I didn’t give good after care~?" Elijah plates the pancakes, stacking them high and drizzling them with syrup. He adds a side of crispy bacon and a glass of orange juice, setting it all on the table with a flourish as Ezra stays clinging around his waist like a sloth. “There you go," he says, sitting Ezra down. "Dig in, baby. You're going to need your strength." Ezra takes a bite of the pancakes, his eyes closing in bliss at the taste. Elijah feels a surge of pride, of satisfaction, knowing that he made something that brings his love joy."So…did I miss anything at band practice yesterday- Before I left." he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Elijah knows that Ezra has been working hard, putting in extra hours to perfect their skills. He admires their dedication, their passion for the craft. "I’ve been thinking about what lyrics to write for the lyrics. I think I got them down now though” Ezra says, taking a sip of his juice. “Do you want to hear them?" Elijah's expression softens at Ezra's question. "Of course I would like to hear them."