Sins of Serpent

"Tell us now if you don't feel the same, Stiles, but only say it if you can be sure it's the whole-hearted truth." Peter trailed fingers down Stiles' throat torturously slow, to the hem of the tee Lydia had brought him from his apartment. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, eyes closing when Chris pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck. He couldn't, with any form of honesty, say he didn't feel the same. "That's not fair," he whimpered, "what if you get caught? What if you get killed? It'd destroy me." "Could you stop being what you are, just because it would hurt us?" Chris asked. "That's not fair," he repeated. "Nothing is fair, darling. So why not take what you can, and let us have this?" Stiles' brows furrowed together, feeling like he was in pain, but it was all in his mind. It made him nauseated, how much he loved these men. How much he cared for them. How much it would kill him if anything were to happen to them. "You'll both be the death of me," he whispered, so aware of the stillness of the penthouse in contrast to the heat of their bodies, their baited breaths. "No, sweetheart," Peter responded with a chuckle, "but I do hope we'll make the most of the life we have left."

Day 14 - Daily Writing Challenge

Leon stared ahead with resolute determination.