Sylus, Valko, Zayne poly period drabble for my own comfort
Your period is hitting you harder now than it has in the past. Cramps that twist your innards, headaches that thrum, the pit of desire willing you to rot away in bed all day, and now a cresting wave of nausea that comes and goes as it pleases with no warning.
You feel like shit. You hate the world right now. You want to do literally anything other than wither under your blankets, curled around a heatpad and your phone's too-bright screen, but you feel like too much ass to try. You just know the slightest minor inconvenience will set you off.
Even your boyfriends not being here is getting to you. Like an annoying little fly, the fact they're so far away nags at you. Buzzing in your ear, landing on your skin only to fly away before you can squash it. Zayne is at work, Valko is at work, Sylus is at work - all of them leaving you alone to suffer.
Just thinking about it brings a burning sting to your eyes. It's not their fault. Zayne was darling enough to set up your heatpad and provide you medicine before you could think to request them, but he had a schedule full of surgeries he couldn't avoid. Valko snagged your favorite blankets to cover you with and a portable phone charger so you don't have to leave bed or be without entertainment, but he had an unavoidable meeting at his company - something tech-y and vital you couldn't understand. Sylus left you Mephisto to monitor and serve your every need, but there's more territory disputes happening in the N109 Zone lately that desperately need his attention to snuff out before they escalate.
So with a kiss from each, they told you to call if you needed them, and left.
You won't call. Their jobs are important. Far more important than your monthly suffering.
But you wish they were here.
You wish you didn't feel so awful.
You wish you could be all snuggled up between them.
Mephisto caws softly from his perch as the first sniffles turn into quiet whimpers. You turn your phone off and bury your face in your pillow, muffling your sobs as everything overwhelms you. With your head pounding like a war drum, your uterus squeezing itself, and a gag building at the back of your throat, you fall into a very disheartened nap.
Sylus gets home first. Given the nature of his job and the burning daylight hours, he can make his own schedule without anyone else to hold him up. As soon as the pests are eliminated, he's free to return home to get his much needed sleep.
He saw Mephisto's messages. The crow's videos and concerning texts warning him about your wellbeing. His heart ached when he saw the videos, hiding your face and muffling your distress. He stopped to buy you some new toys to play with - things related to your hobbies and current fixations - before he allowed himself to walk through the door.
He slowly enters the bedroom. You're still in your heap of blankets. Tears linger on your cheeks, dried over time. Eyes visibly raw and worn.
Quietly, he sets the shopping bags aside. He undresses, changing into some sleep pants and his oversized sweater. Slowly, he slips into bed beside you. Then moves aside your heatpad and your phone to pull you on top of him. You settle into his heat readily, sighing with contentment as you nuzzle into his neck and allow your muscles to relax as the pain eases somewhat.
He shoots a text into the group chat he has with Valko and Zayne, and sets his phone aside. With one last kiss to your head, he allows himself to fall asleep.
Valko returns home second. Once the meeting is done, he's free, finally able to push everything else on the docket aside to focus on more important matters. He saw the text from Sylus during the meeting; his leg was bouncing impatiently the whole time after.
He stops by the store on his way home to get you more product, and a cute plushie he saw that reminded him so much of you he couldn't simply let it go unpurchased.
He puts the boxes of supplies away in the bathroom and hides the plushie somewhere you'll find it later on. He hopes he's around to see it; he loves seeing you laugh at his antics.
He undresses himself down to his boxers. Clothes will just get in the way of being as close to his partners as possible and he isn't having it. He's been waiting all day for this chance to cuddle and he isn't about to pass it up.
He slips in on one side of the bed. Sylus stirs enough to peek an eye open to see who it is. He hums in acknowledgement of his presence and opens his arm to welcome his partner in on the cuddle session.
Valko eagerly tucks himself into Sy's shoulder, wrapping his arm over you and pulling you ever so slightly toward him. Sylus's hand travels into his short hair, petting and scratching him lazily, in all the ways that have his eyelids fluttering shut and his body curling closer.
Soon, though, Sylus slips back into his dreams. It takes longer for Val to join the dreamland. For a while, he simply stays there, breathing in your scents, and gently nuzzling against your head and Sy's shoulder.
Zayne gets home last. His hours are long and packed. If it had been any other day, he would have loved coming home sooner. Alas, he sees the messages only after his final surgery.
On his way home, he stops at your favorite restaurant to get your favorite food. Then stops by a bakery to get you too many sweets, knowing full well the amount will welcome Val and himself to steal a little here and there.
He puts the food away in the fridge. It's already dark outside. He creeps into the bedroom as he undoes his tie and takes in the sight before him.
All of his partners, snuggled together in bed. At some point, you snuck under Sylus's sweater, your head sharing the same neckhole as his own and undeniably stretching it out. Sylus doesn't mind for one second, sleepily nuzzling his cheek against your hair as he fights against consciousness.
Valko is strewn even more over you and Sy. He's turned to lay half of his body over Sylus's, shoulder to shoulder with you as his arm continues to hold you in place. Legs tangled with both of yours, face turned away, mouth parted and dripping drool into the sweater.
It's such a welcome sight. He methodically goes through his process of getting changed into his pajamas. He knows he won't be able to rest for long; you'll all need to get up to eat dinner and finish your routines. But for now, he crawls in on the other side of Sylus and lays on his side.
Sylus draws him in with his arm slipping around his waist and back. His nose brushes against his bangs. Lips finding his forehead by second nature. Zayne's hand slips under the blanket and under the sweater and under your shirt, to find the curve of your back and massage the muscles there. His cool fingers initially make you shiver. But as they find all the perfect spots to steal your pain, you sigh in bliss.
You wake up in warmth and surrounded by familiar scents. All of your overwhelming emotions about being alone are dashed. All of your pain and nausea has faded into something dull and distant. With the repetitive rise and fall of the chest beneath you and the soft breaths of the men beside you, you can stop worrying about anything else.
For the first time all day, you don't feel quite so awful.
