#fenray

“Hello?”

At the sound of a new, fifth voice, everyone stopped in their tracks and turned to face the door, where you were now standing. Your hand was raised to the door tentatively, as though you’d tried to knock but had received no answer. Glancing around the room bewilderedly as the Black Army officers stared at you with wide eyes, you began to backtrack, unsure of what you’d just walked in on.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll come back later and—”

“Not at all.”

As a sixth voice joined the conversation, the group swiveled back around to face Ray’s desk. To everyone’s astonishment, Ray seemed to be fully focused suddenly, smiling at you softly. “You’re not interrupting. Come in.”

With your arrival, the air in the room seemed to thicken somehow, full of unspoken meaning. You met his smile with a grateful one of your own and he nodded in response, signaling for you to enter. At this silent exchange, a knowing look passed between Sirius and Seth—which didn’t escape Luka’s notice, but only seemed to confuse him further—and suddenly all of the pieces fell into place.

Fenrir had witnessed some of Ray’s rare displays of vulnerable emotion before, but never one like this. If he knew what Seth was implying, then that would mean...

Without even realizing, he stopped tapping his foot, his body slowly going numb instead.

He couldn’t remember what exactly you were there to tell them. After being struck by that realization, Fenrir couldn’t focus on the conversation anymore, absently glancing back and forth between you and Ray as if trying to prove to himself that this was really what it looked like. The way Ray seemed to become himself again the second you walked in... The way his posture relaxed and he leaned forward in his seat... The gentle twinkle in his eyes as he listened to you speak, as though cherishing every word... 

Seth was right. There was only one explanation.

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“Fenrir, do you think Ray likes me?”

A few days had already passed since that meeting, but even though the memory of it had been lingering in his mind ever since, it still caught him off guard when you suddenly blurted out that question at dinner one evening. So off guard, in fact, that his plate nearly slipped out of his hand.

“Huh?”

He couldn’t kept the shock out of his voice as his head snapped in your direction. Though you were standing beside him, you were gazing across the room at Ray, who was currently helping himself to a second portion of Luka’s stew despite receiving a light scolding from Sirius. 

“I mean...” Your face reddening as Fenrir stared at you with wide eyes, you tried to explain, “You know him better than anyone, right? So I assumed, if anything has changed about... the way he feels about me... well, he'd tell you first.”

Fenrir opened his mouth to respond, but stopped himself before he could say anything. The worry—insecurity—radiating off of you made him think better of it. A dull ache arose in his heart as he watched you fiddle with the ends of your hair, anticipating his response. He couldn’t find it in himself to tell you the truth.

No, he hasn’t told me anything.

Sneaking a quick glance at Ray, who seemed not to notice the two of you watching him, Fenrir was secretly glad that those words died on his tongue, so he wouldn’t have to admit it out loud.

To be honest, he hated that Ray was leaving him in the dark about all this, just as much as he hated knowing that you were doubting yourself because of Ray’s silence, too. He couldn’t speak for him, but he knew what he saw, at least. Maybe that was still enough for him to be able to help you.

“Well, do you like Ray?”

You jumped, as though you’d forgotten he would figure that out from your question. Before you even had to worry about stuttering out a response, however, Fenrir flashed you a wry grin.

“I see.”

“Fenrir—”

“Nah, don’t worry, I won’t make you say it.” Turning his gaze back onto Ray, he let out a short sigh. “There’s one thing I can tell you for sure. You remember that meeting the other day?”

You nodded.

“He was acting weird until you walked in. Then it was like all the clouds hanging over him disappeared, all at once. If just one look at you could do that to him, then you must be pretty darn special to him.”

He peeked over at you, hoping to find that his words were reassuring you. The sight of your stunned expression, your cheeks dusted a light pink, made his breath catch in his throat for a moment.

Was it really so surprising to think that Ray would value you so much? It seemed more unbelievable to Fenrir that he wouldn’t. The Black Army headquarters had really started to feel like home again once you arrived. Even with the threat of war looming over their heads, your presence alone was enough to put everyone at ease. Maybe he’d taken it for granted that you knew how much you meant to them—to him.

“Listen, I don’t know anyone else who could have that kind of effect on my buddy. That’s the honest truth. So keep your head up high, okay?”

Come on, smile for me. That worried look doesn’t suit you.

As though you’d heard his thoughts, your expression softened with relief and you glanced over at him with a small, touched smile. “Oh, Fenrir... you really are an amazing friend.”

He huffed a short laugh as if by instinct, but somehow it sounded a little strained in his own ears. “Like I said, I was just being honest with ya.”

“Still, thank you.”

“No need. What are friends for, right?”

You hummed in agreement, and it was almost funny how much that one little action reminded him of Ray. Had you picked up on that habit of his, too? Or was he starting to rub off on you, after spending so much time together?

Fenrir watched as your attention wandered back to him, and you took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll talk to him, then.” Your voice still sounded a little nervous, but he didn’t miss the way that determination flickered in your eyes, and he decided then and there that he strongly preferred seeing you confident to seeing you doubt yourself. 

He would’ve found himself admiring that look in your eyes much longer, in fact, if you didn’t snap him out of his reverie by suddenly planting a kiss on his cheek. His eyes going wide as saucers, Fenrir’s hand flew to his face, hovering over the spot you had kissed.

“Thanks again.” With one last smile, you excused yourself and began to make your way across the room to Ray. 

Standing frozen in place, Fenrir would have sworn that his cheek was tingling. He watched the scene unfold in front of him—you approaching Ray, patting his shoulder to get his attention, Ray looking up curiously and immediately greeting you with a warm grin... 

And then Fenrir had to look away, his heart squeezing uncomfortably in his chest. The sound of his two favorite people in the world laughing together should have had the opposite effect, so why was he feeling like this? Why was he so flustered, so conflicted?

What was happening to him?

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Dragging his feet as he trudged back to his room, Fenrir tried to be extra careful, so he wouldn’t wake anyone up. He held his head in one hand, sighing. He really only meant to have one drink when he headed out to the tavern after dinner, but time must have gotten away from him. 

He’d be lying if he said the buzz wasn’t helping a little, though. It hadn’t made him forget about the issue that was bothering him, but it made it easier to think about, at least.

“An amazing friend, huh?” he muttered to himself. A flat, self-derisive chuckle slipped through his lips as he began to climb the stairs, still sensible enough to watch his step. He wondered if you would still consider him such an amazing friend if you saw him now, stumbling home drunk after seeing you so happy with another guy.

And Ray, what about him? What would he think if he knew that it broke Fenrir’s heart to imagine him with you? He was hardly acting like an amazing friend right now. If anything, he was the opposite.

“This is pathetic.” Fenrir wished he still had a drink with him to take a swig from, especially when he reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner. “Hm?”

Standing in front of the door to Ray’s bedroom, two figures were currently wrapped in a tender embrace, their lips pressed together as they held each other close. Although the hallway was dark at this hour of the night, it didn’t take much guesswork to figure out what he was seeing. Fenrir would recognize your silhouette and that of his best buddy anywhere.

And the sight left him absolutely devastated. 

Sensing that you were no longer alone, you jumped back from Ray’s arms, abruptly severing your kiss. “Oh!”

Startled by your sudden reaction, Ray turned to follow your gaze, cautiously stepping in front of you. “Who’s there?” He squinted through the darkness, trying to make out the figure who was now standing completely still at the end of the hallway. “Fenrir? Is that you?”

Ha. So Ray would recognize me in the dark, too. 

“Yeah. Sorry to scare you,” Fenrir let out a tense laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “It looks like I’m interrupting something, huh?”

Upon realizing that it was just him, both of you visibly relaxed, although Fenrir could imagine the way you must’ve been blushing.

“Well... We talked about it, and it sounds like we’re on the same page, so...” You looked to Ray, who wrapped his arm around your waist in response, silently confirming that the feeling was mutual.

“Aw, you don’t owe me an explanation,” Fenrir waved his hand dismissively. “I will say... This is good. Really good. You two, you both deserve the best...”

Through the shadows, he could faintly see Ray’s brows furrowing together. “Fenrir, were you out drinking? What’s up?”

As much as he was trying to keep the waver out of his voice, he should’ve known that Ray would see right through him. You both were staring at him now, and his voice hitched in his throat as he tried to sort out all the emotions swirling inside him.

Damn it, this isn’t how he wanted to react. He didn’t mean to interrupt your moment or make you worry about him. You should be celebrating, and he should be happy for you. Really, truly happy for you, without any reservations. He had no reason—no right—to feel so crushed.

“Nothing’s up. I just felt like going out to town, that’s all,” he shrugged. “And listen, I won’t tell anyone what I saw, so you don’t need to worry about that. Although I’m sure everyone will be thrilled when you’re ready to tell them. Ha, I can hear Seth’s voice already. You know, he was hoping this would happen.”

Fenrir could feel that you were both still hesitant, watching him carefully, so he continued on, desperate to put you both at ease. 

“As for me, well... I’m always rooting for you, ya know? I, uh...” He paused, clearing his throat. “You two mean a lot to me, so I’ll support you no matter what. Really, I mean it.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment. A heavy silence, as though none of you would dare to breathe. 

Ray was the first to speak again, his voice a soft murmur. 

“I never doubted that, buddy.” 

Fenrir tensed at the tone of his voice, understanding the meaning it carried. Ray was simultaneously grateful for his offer of support and confused as to why he even felt it was necessary to say. So, then, he’d assumed that Fenrir would’ve been on board from the beginning, and probably that he already knew how Ray felt. Maybe that was why he hadn’t bothered to explain anything to him.

Oh, I’m such an idiot. 

Fenrir was always the first to notice whenever something was wrong with Ray. That was true. But he’d forgotten that it was true the other way around, too. Of course his buddy would know that there was something more going on here if he didn’t step up his game.

For the sake of Ray’s happiness and yours, Fenrir had to do what he did best. 

Put on a brave face. 

No matter how much it might hurt.

Pasting his cheerful smile back onto his face, his words spoke the truth, even if his expression was lying. “Well, then, I’ll leave you to it. My head’s pounding, so I think I should get to bed. I’ll celebrate with you properly tomorrow, yeah?”

“Thank you, Fenrir.”

Your gentle voice was clearly meant to offer him some sort of solace, but somehow it made him feel even worse. Still, he kept his smile exactly as it was, turning to walk away with a carefree wave.

“No need. What are friends for, right?”

Alice laughed as she heard Fenrir whoop behind her, only to be cut off by Ray’s elbow connecting with his stomach. She nodded, accepting the water gun and Sirius ruffled her hair, not succeeding because of the pony tail she was sporting, and then he grabbed the last gun.

“Alright everyone,” he started, his commanding voice capturing the attention of everyone, their curious gazes following the Queen as he paced the courtyard. “For today’s training, we’ll be using these instead of sparring with our real weapons. I know a lot of you don’t use guns in combat but the reality is that they’re becoming more and more popular. So you have to learn to dodge the bullets, as well as use them.” A murmur rumbled through a few army members. “If your sword breaks in combat, or you get unarmed by an enemy and all there is left is a pistol, I want every one of you to know how to take aim and shoot.”

Ray cut in next. “In today’s exercise, everyone will be splitting into two teams. If you get shot by someone on the other team more than three times, you’re out. And we will know you’re out. You’re not in your dark uniforms, your clothes will show where you’re shot.”

Fenrir sidled up to Alice, his strong arm brushing against her shoulder and her nose was immediately filled with the scent of sunscreen. “Hey, wanna be on a team with me? I’ll protect ya.”

She smiled at him gratefully, the sweaty water gun caused her hand to be freezing cold as she reached up to place her wet hand on his bare shoulder, his freckles peeking out underneath the tank top he was wearing. “Sure thing! Thanks, Fen.”

Fenrir shied away from her chilled hand, his face twisting as he tried to stay quiet as Ray and Sirius continued to speak to the army. “You wound me,” Fenrir staggered back dramatically, his hand laid on his heart. “Here I am trying to be nice and you do this to me.” With a chuckle to show he was joking, he came back over to Alice, his hand purposefully brushing against her own fingertips as he leaned down, his breath stirring some baby hairs around her ear as he spoke. “I missed ya in my bed last night. How was Ray?”

Alice was grateful for the blaring sun, that way anyone seeing her embarrassed flush would assume it was from the heat. “I missed you too, Fen. It was really nice, but it felt weird without you.”

Fenrir wasn’t sure when it started, but once Alice decided to stay with Ray and the Black Army, Fenrir’s feelings for the woman deepened. He saw how well she treated Ray and at first it was admiration he felt, and then one day it was like a switch flipped when she smiled at him brightly from across the room.

Fenrir had always loved Ray; they were friends first, and on occasional nights when one was feeling lonely, he’d end up in the other’s bed. It was never spoken about, nor was it something that made either of them feel awkward. If anything, it made them closer than before. When Alice came along, he didn’t resent her. He was glad she made his best buddy as happy as she did, and that’s all he could ask for.

One night, the three of them were up late, it was unusual for Ray to stay up past 10pm but they were all in the garden and passing around a fancy bottle of champagne that Fenrir had snatched from a party his parents were hosting. The rest of the army was still there; they’d probably spend the night at the Godspeed residence and that was okay with Fenrir: he was able to spend time with the two people he was in love with without the interruption of anything or anyone else.

And then all of a sudden, he drunkenly blurted out that he loved them both. It was a word vomit, a cacophony of feelings and thoughts and desires, and once he started he couldn’t stop. Fenrir was messily confessing his feelings to both of them, his best friend and his best friend’s girl right there when all three were drunk. He was confessing and talking and not shutting up, not until Ray leaned over and kissed him to quiet him.

From there, the three of them spent time exploring their relationship together. Sometimes they all slept in Ray’s bed, other times, Fenrir slept alone, but most of the time, Alice found herself in Fenrir’s bed. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sleeping with Ray, she honestly missed him when she hadn’t spent a night with him in a while, but he fell asleep so early normally and when she and Fenrir were still trying to find their groove together, she’d find herself in his bed, sometimes chatting, sometimes more, until one of them fell asleep.

The rest of the Black Army had no clue on the extent of the throuple’s relationship. They knew Alice and Ray were together, and they knew that Fenrir was very close to the both of them. But the three decided to keep how close they all were to themselves. Sure, the army leaders wouldn’t judge them, but being a throuple in a relationship eyes of the public they just didn’t want anything getting out that could tarnish the reputation that the army has worked so hard to build up. They were the opposite of embarrassed, they just didn’t want to draw unwanted attention.

So now here they were standing, Alice’s arm brushing against Fenrir’s with every breath she took and Ray’s eyes watching the pair as he was splitting up the teams for the water gun fight. Sirius was one team captain, and Ray the other; Alice noticed Sirius made note not to look in her direction while picking members for his team. Whether it’s because he knew she’d be a hindrance to his team, or because she was Ray’s partner, she wasn’t sure, but either way, she was grateful when Ray called Fenrir and herself over to his side of the courtyard.

Alice happily took her spot next to Ray and she smiled as he took hold of her hand, his eyes lingering on Fenrir for a moment before his emerald ones fell onto Alice once more. “You ready?”

“Yep! Fen said he’d protect me.” She held up her water gun and playfully pointed it at Ray. “Better watch your back!”

He raised an eyebrow at her, his own water gun pointed at her chest. “You better watch your front,” he countered, before whipping around, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he saw Fenrir standing there, one hand on his hip, the other one spinning his bright purple gun on his finger.

“Our princess said to watch ya back, your highness,” The smirk on Fenrir’s face was charming and she could tell Ray was struggling to form a rebuttal.

Ray turned to look at Alice, but she just shrugged. “I told you he said he’d protect me.” He shook his head, going over to ruffle Fenrir’s hair affectionately as he leaned in to whisper something in his ear that Alice couldn’t quite make out.

On the other side of the courtyard, Sirius was yelling for both sides to prepare, and as he did so, both Ray and Fenrir protectively stood in front of Alice before the battle began. It started off slowly, a few sprays and shrieks from the members up front as cold water came in contact with their skin, but everyone was learning to jump away in time with the sporadic shooting.

Alice watched as Fenrir took a deep breath, and then before she could react, he yelled. “CHARGE!”

All of a sudden, water was flying everywhere. Both sides were making their way towards the middle and Sirius’ team was slowly making their way through everyone up front. Alice made sure to stay behind her boyfriends, occasionally peeking out behind them to spray someone who was getting a little too close to comfort on either side of them.

“Hey Alice~” Seth sidled up to the woman, sporting a ponytail very similar to her own. “Lucky you, having your boyfriend and his bestie protecting you!”

Alice ducked just in time, dodging one of the army soldiers 'bullets’, and Fenrir shot the man, not even looking in her direction as the soldier walked away. “Yeah I’d say so,” she remarked, letting her guard down for a moment as she shared a laugh with Seth. Fenrir and Ray were so in their element, dodging sprays of water and precisely shooting the enemies, it was thrilling to watch. It almost made Alice jealous how in sync they were. “Hey, Seth-”

Alice turned to her best friend, going to comment on how the movements between the two men in front of her almost seemed rehearsed, but she gasped as Seth shot her straight in the chest. “Sorry, Alice, but you have to remember who your enemy is~!”

Her finger on her own trigger pulled, yet nothing came out and she realized with a startled gasp that she was out of water and an enemy was standing right in front of her. Neither Fenrir nor Ray seemed to realize what was going on and no matter how many times she discreetly tugged on the back of Ray’s shirt, he didn’t seem to understand what she was doing.

Sirius popped up right next to Seth and Alice realized that the men coming at Fenrir and Ray from the front was a tactic planned by the two militants. Alice’s grasp on the sweaty weapon in her hand caused it to slip from her hands and right as she yelled, Sirius and Seth both shot her again.

“Fenrir, Ray! Behind you!” Ray turned around just in time to see Seth slip away, Sirius already long gone. And then his emerald gaze dropped to his girlfriend’s chest, noticing the way her colored bra shone through the three wet spots.

“Leave the battlefield and cover up!” Ray shot at two more people, grimacing at the weakened stream. It was clear to Alice that both sides would need a break and to reconvene after filling up with more water so while she was out, she was still able to be helpful by dragging Sirius’s big bucket over to the hose so she could fill it up and help the army members reload when they took a break. Sure enough, before too long, both sides called a retreat for twenty minutes so everyone could fill up their guns and hydrate themselves.

During that time, Ray called a strategy team with the other 7 army members who were still ‘uninjured’ on his side.

“Alright men,” Ray started. “We’ve figured out that they're using the other soldiers led by Luka to distract from Sirius and Seth sneaking up on us from behind. I think we need to-”

“Screw whatever you’re gonna say.” Fenrir interjected, looking over at Alice who was sitting on the sidelines, kicking her feet on the grass. “They got Alice, I want revenge.”

Ray rolled his eyes, pushing his sweaty hair off of his forehead. “As I was saying,” he continued on, forming a plan with his army members and making sure everyone else knew their plan of attack.

As both armies started to line up once again, Fenrir leaned over to the King standing next to him. “I wasn’t kidding. I want revenge.”

“We will avenge her death when we win fair and square.” Ray responded, not spurred on by Fenrir’s excitement for once. “Besides, I’m too good to get revenge.”

Fenrir huffed, sliding his finger up and down the inner side of Ray’s arm, marveling at the goosebumps that showed up on his skin despite the heat. “Well, lucky for me, I’m not. Give me your gun.” His hand that was tracing on Ray’s skin reached down to snatch his partner’s gun, leaving Ray weaponless as Fenrir tactfully dodged everyone's oncoming attacks and made his way through the troop to find the two leaders who eliminated his girlfriend.

His eyes caught sight of the familiar silvery gray blue hue of Seth’s hair and he raised both guns at the other man, freezing in shock as he felt a pelt of cold water on his back, another on his shoulder, and then as he turned around to face the offending officer, Luka looked at him with determination blooming in his eyes. The last spray of water hit Fenrir’s face, and the man dropped his guns as Luka smiled softly. “Nice try,”

Fenrir muttered under his breath as he brushed his shoulder against Luka’s on his way off the makeshift battlefield, smiling as Alice held out a waiting towel for him when he went to sit down next to her. “You know, your dedication to getting revenge for me was kind of sexy,” she remarked softly and Fenrir felt warm at her words.

“Aw shucks, that was nothin’. But if you’re grateful, you can give me a reward for it.” He playfully leaned against her shoulder, not wanting to do anything to tip off the other people near them.

“I was already planning on sucking your dick later,” she said lowly. “But I suppose you can get something more than  that,”

“I want time with both of ya,” Fenrir said, and both of them watched Ray, watching his muscles ripple as he lifted his shirt off, laughing at something one of the men next to him said. He had sweat dripping down his body and Alice could almost taste it on her tongue as she imagined running a tongue over his abs, slowly making her way down his body.

“I’m sure we can make that happen,” she promised, biting her lip and looking over her shoulder. “You know… it’s probably pretty empty inside. We could sneak in and take some time to ourselves, knowing Ray, he’ll come looking for us afterwards.”

“He wouldn’t even have to search for us if we were waiting for him in his room, princess.”

She blinked, a slow smile forming on her face. “I like the way you think,”

Fenrir stood up, extending a hand to Alice as he winked. “We should go get some extra towels for everyone while we’re waiting.”

She quickly caught on, her hand falling into his so naturally that he almost let out a sigh of bliss just from that. “Oh, good idea! Let’s head inside and go check out the linen closet, I’m sure we can find something there.”

Alice and Fenrir quickly made it into the headquarters and once he was sure no one was around, he twined their fingers together in a more intimate way than what they had done outside. Before, that was friendly - but if anyone saw them touching like this, they would know their feelings ran way deeper than friendship.

Taking one look around, Fenrir pushed open Ray’s bedroom door and the familiar scent that wrapped around him was so comforting in that moment that it took all he had in him not to melt into Ray’s bed and wrap the sheets around him, less than decent thoughts littering his brain as he rid himself of clothing. But Alice’s warm hands on the hem of his shirt brought him back to reality and with a wink and a smile, Fenrir’s hands joined her own.

“Couldn’t even wait ‘til we closed the door, huh?” He asked, one arm reaching out to slam the door as his other hand helped her push his shirt up over his head.

“Shut up,” Alice mumbled, her hand falling to his neck and pulling Fenrir in for a kiss. “Not my fault you were being dumb and sexy out there.”

Fenrir bit back his retort, instead his tongue traced her lips, the taste of her intoxicating. One of his hands rested on the small of her back, pulling her closer, while the other one was nimbly working the buttons of her shirt. She sighed out as he peeled the wet shirt away, laughing as Fenrir huffed as he tried to one handedly unhook her bra.

The pair both jumped as the door opened, Fenrir protectively took a step in front of Alice as she scrambled to cover her exposed skin. As Ray poked his head in, Fenrir let out a sigh of relief and Alice dropped her shirt back to the floor.

“Oh good, I didn’t miss out on much,” Ray said, quickly ridding himself of his shirt and leaning in to press a kiss to each of their lips. “I saw you both sneak off and figured I needed to see what my two troublemakers were up to.”

“We’re just here, getting up to no good.” Alice replied, her hand reaching out to trace the sweaty planes of Ray’s abs.

“I can see that, princess.” Ray responded, his usually bright eyes darkened with lust. “Wanna show me what you two were up to?”

His hands casually fell to the small of each of their backs, gently and quietly urging them to continue where they left off. Fenrir smiled, his hands falling to Alice’s hips as he pulled her in to press another kiss to her lips.

Alice’s skirt was hanging loosely on her hips and while the pair got back into their groove, Ray unzipped the flowy material, watching as it fell off her body in a pool of fabric by her feet, only left in her undergarments and white knee high socks.

A moan left her lips as Fenrir nibbled on her lower lip and Ray stepped behind her, his hands reaching up to cup her covered breasts as he leaned in to suckle on her neck, the taste of sweat and sunshine dancing on his tongue as she involuntarily pressed back into him.

One of Fenrir’s hands snaked up, messing with the clasp on her bra once more and before he could lose his patience, Ray’s hand joined him, holding one side as Fenrir finagled the other, sighing in relief as the elastic gave way and peeled away from her body. Fenrir traced his way down her body, his lips and tongue tracing the other side of her neck that Ray wasn’t nibbling on and making his way down to her pert breast.

As Fenrir’s mouth enclosed over her left nipple, Ray stopped his attack on her neck for a moment as he watched his boyfriend pleasure his girlfriend. Alice’s breath came out in soft gasps, and Ray’s mouth brushed the shell of her ear as he leaned down to whisper, “feel good?”

“Yes,” she moaned out and Ray watched as Fenrir’s teeth bit down gently on her other nipple. “So good.”

Ray’s hand snaked down into the front of her underwear, and he moaned out as he felt the wetness that had pooled in between her legs. Alice, who had been doing a good job at holding herself up despite the ministrations on her body, felt her knees buckle and Fenrir’s arms wrapped around her hips, detaching his lips from her body as he picked her up and unceremoniously threw her on the bed before Ray could protest.

“Ouch!” She cried out, pulling a book out from the sheets and throwing it to the floor. “Hey, be careful with my babies.” Ray protested, walking over to Fenrir and unbuttoning the other man’s pants, trying not to laugh as underwear as pink as his boyfriends hair came into view.

“I know you’re talking about your books and not me,” Alice said, pushing herself up with her arms and resting on her forearms, her slightly spread legs adorned with knee high socks taunting Ray to fall into her warmth.

As he peeled off his own shorts, Ray watched as Fenrir made his way up the bed, crawling over Alice and attaching his lips on her neck once more. Ray took place at the foot of the bed, gently peeling off her wet panties and kissing her socked calf as his hands ran up her bare skin of her upper thighs, lifting her legs over his shoulders as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, relishing in the way that she wriggled in his grip. Glancing up at Fenrir and Alice, he watched as Fenrir’s fingers pinched at her nipples while their tongues melded together.

Ray leaned in, licking a stripe up her sex, the taste of her wetness falling onto his tongue and making him press his hardon into the side of the bed for some sort of pressure. She moaned as she felt his tongue flick through her folds once, twice, and three times before his fingers joined in, two of them pushing into her gummy walls, his tongue flicking at her clit as her hips moved in time with his fingers.

He looked up, catching a gaze of Fenrir laying on his side, her head turned towards him as she sucked his hardened length into her mouth. One of Fenrir’s hands was in her hair as the other one rubbed her bare skin anywhere he could reach comfortably. As Ray continued his pace, his other hand reached out to hold her moving hips down, able to make harder, faster, more precise movements. From above, he could hear her muffled moans and Fenrir’s praise.

“You’re so pretty, princess.” Fenrir cooed, his hand pushing her bangs back from her eyes. “You’re doin’ so well takin’ the both of us.” Alice made a sound that was almost like a coo and as Fenrir was talking, Ray felt her pussy clench around his two fingers, signifying to him an impending orgasm. Instead of lightly flicking at her clit with his tongue, Ray leaned in even further to suck it into his mouth, his lips tightening on the hardened bud as his fingers continued their faster pace.

“Gonna cum for us, sweetheart?” Fenrir asked, his hips pushing into Alice’s mouth as his own pleasure started taking over, his hands once again groping at her chest. Ray stayed quiet; he didn’t want to let go of the pressure he was putting on her clit until she had cum on his fingers, hard. And it didn’t take much more. One final pinch to her nipple from Fenrir sent her over the edge, Alice’s legs shaking and her body writhing against the two army members.

As she was coming down, Ray’s fingers were still moving in and out of her gushing pussy, his lips releasing from her clit as he kissed up her stomach, stopping to playfully lick at her breasts, before leaning in and kissing her forehead. “So perfect,” he whispered, her half lidded smile making the butterflies in Ray’s stomach stir.

Alice was stroking lazily at Fenrir’s cock, catching her breath as Ray leaned in to kiss the other male, Fenrir’s tongue eagerly licking into his mouth to taste the remnants of Alice’s orgasm. Ray was all too willing to accept his tongue and he gasped out as he felt Alice’s other hand dip into his underwear and pull his cock out, her hands working on both of the men in tandem as they shared a sweet kiss.

Without saying anything, Alice raised herself to her knees and bent down to suck Fenrir’s dick into her mouth once again, this time with reignited vigor -  using her hands to work the portion she couldn’t fit in her mouth as her head bobbed up and down. Ray pulled away from the kiss, watching as her butt moved in time with her head and he stroked his cock lightly as he positioned himself behind her,

His fingers rubbed a stripe up and down her folds, testing to make sure she wasn’t too sensitive from her first orgasm to take her, but her hips wiggled, inviting Ray in and one of his hands held her hip as the other positioned his cock at her entrance, before pushing in gently, the both of them moaning out in tandem as he bottomed out. As Alice adjusted to his length, she continued working on Fenrir’s dick, and when she was ready for Ray to move, she pushed back against him.

All three of them knew how this worked; they all wanted to be connected as one so as they were figuring out how things worked in the bedroom, a lot of silent communication started happening. Fenrir wanted something, he lightly gripped their hair in his fist. Ray, he asked with his eyes. Alice, she pressed herself against whoever. They worked, and all three loved it.

Ray’s hips snapped against Alice's, starting to pick up the pace as he heard Fenrir’s orgasm. No matter how many times he was told to be quiet, or even had something in his mouth (whether it be a garment of clothing, Alice’s pussy, or Ray’s dick), he was always a tad too loud. This time was no different, as he came in their girlfriend’s mouth, a loud moan broke free from his lips, red from clamping down on them with his teeth to try and quiet himself. His hips thrusted up into Alice’s mouth and his hands held her head down to him, his length hitting the back of her throat as she choked on the seed spilling down her throat.

Alice came up, gasping for air and once she caught her breath, Ray pulled out of her, flipping her onto her back and throwing her legs over his shoulders as he pressed himself into her, leaning down to kiss her once before speaking lowly. “You looked so pretty choking on Fen’s cock. You liked that, didn’t you?”

She moaned out, nodding her head yes as Ray swallowed her moan with another kiss. Fenrir was lying to the side, catching his breath as he moved his hand down Alice’s body, rubbing at her clit in time with Ray’s deep thrusts. “You both look gorgeous,” Fenrir whispered.

“So you can be quiet now, Fenrir?” She asked through broken moans. Fenrir pressed down on her clit in retaliation and Ray felt his release building as her walls tightened around him.

“Quiet, princess. Else I’m sure I can find somethin’ to quiet you with.” Spotting her discarded panties on the bed, Fenrir’s eyes twinkled. “Maybe your soaking wet panties? Were they wet from the squirt gun or from your insatiable need to be fucke-”

Fenrir didn’t even finish his sentence, cutting off as her hand gripped his thigh tightly, her fingers digging in as her second orgasm hit her like a truck. As she creamed on his cock, Ray picked up his pace, thrusting roughly into her to chase after his own orgasm. Fenrir sat up, his carmine pink eyes focussed on Ray as he silently urged the King to come. As he reached the peak, Ray fell into Alice’s waiting arms, twitching inside of her as he let himself fall apart in the comfort of softly spoken words and forehead kisses.

“You did so good,” Alice whispered, pushing his sweaty hair away from his eyes and Fenrir nodded along with her statement.

“I love watchin’ ya both. You look so good together.”

Ray shook his head in protest, pulling Fenrir into the sweaty pile. “No, we look good together.”

“That was really cheesy,” Alice pointed out, poking Ray’s nose.

“Deal with it, princess.” He responded, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to her mouth.

All three of them laid silently for a moment before they started to hear the rest of the army members filtering in, all of the muddled conversations they could hear were the men talking about wanting a shower.

“I could go for a shower,” Fenrir noted, moving to get up from the bed. “And we probably need to clean the sheets.”

“Now you’re thinking sensibly,” Alice teased. “Where was this rationality when you went marching into the enemy lines by yourself?”

“If I recall correctly, you said I looked sexy.”

Alice rolled her eyes, looking to Ray. “I also said he looked dumb, but he isn’t mentioning that part.”

“Are you surprised?” Ray disentangled himself from Alice, standing up and picking her up bridal style, his heart swelling in his chest as she let out a scream-giggle.

“Stop talkin’ about me like I’m not here!” Fenrir whined, following behind the other two to the bathroom fit for a King and turning on the water. Ray set down Alice and she went over to press a tender kiss to Fenrir’s muscled back.

“In all seriousness, you both were ridiculously sexy out there.” She stuck her hand in the tub, the cool shower water cascading down her arm. “It looked rehearsed.”

Ray and Fenrir shared a glance and they both laughed awkwardly. “That’s because it was rehearsed. We’ve been doing stuff like this since we were in school.” Ray explained and Alice laughed at both of them.

“Alright you two, in we go. We’ve been missing long enough that someone is probably looking for one of you.”

“But I’d much rather stay with you both,” Ray said, pressing his forehead to Alice’s as the water fell down over each of their heads, Fenrir working the soap into his tired muscles.

“Don’t worry my loves, we have all night tonight to be together.” Alice said, both of them sending soft smiles. “As long as Ray doesn’t fall asleep early, that is.”

“If he does, it’s because we tired him out.” Fenrir teased, pinching Ray’s butt.

The three of them kept up all of their playful banter as they quickly washed themselves off and got presentable once more. Alice and Ray left the bedroom first, Fenrir slipping out later when the hallway was clear.

“Oh, you do, because it gets better.” Ray glances at each of you before continuing, his voice dropping a pitch lower. “The lady knocks the invisible man aside as hard as she can, sprinting for the nearest door. She slams shut behind her, and the door lock clicks successfully. Scarcely a second later, she hears something slamming on the door. The banging continues for several minutes, getting louder and louder, threatening to nearly rip the door from its hinges.

“Then, all goes quiet. The lady cowers in fear. Waiting. Listening. Watching the door… when the lock suddenly turns on its own.”

The door to the lounge swings open. Fenrir shrieks, kicking out his legs and sending the two of you sprawling onto the floor. You immediately wrench yourself from his grip and sit up, blushing crimson when you hear everyone laughing.

Sirius stands in the open doorway, a plate of midnight snacks in his hands and his foot still stretched out from kicking the door open.  

“Did I walk in at a bad time?” he asks, kneeling on the floor and setting the snacks in the middle of the circle.

“It was the best time,” Luka says, a wide smile on his face.

“It was not the best time! Quit laughing!” Fenrir points accusingly at Ray. “Why does this Ghost Story Night gotta be a test of courage, anyway? This isn’t fair!”

“You decided to take him up on it when he promised you cuddles afterwards,” you remind him. “You didn’t have to agree to come.”

Fenrir squirmed, unable to keep his usual confident smile steady. “I just wanted to look a little cooler in front of you and prove to Ray that I could do it. But I didn’t think we’d be sharing this many stories!”

“You’re doing great, Fenrir.” Ray reaches out, running his fingers across Fenrir’s hand. “Just hold out for a little bit longer, okay? Now… where was I?”

You didn’t miss the way Fenrir’s fingers squeeze at Ray’s, smiling as he allows Fenrir to hold his hand for the remainder of the night. You make sure to keep one arm free for him, allowing him to cling tight and praising him when he makes it to the end of a story without too many screams.

“Thanks for staying up late to help me, Ray.” You glance at the clock, noticing how close it is to midnight. “Are you sure you should be staying up this late?”

“S’fine,” he murmurs, his eyelids drooping slightly as he stands at the sink. You nudge him slightly, taking a scrubbed plate from his wet hands. “Staying up was worth it.”

“I still think you were one of the best storytellers. You did great.” You smile wide. “I’d like to hear you read some more stories aloud. And not just horror! Maybe one of Cradle’s fairytales.”

“I’m a little miffed that I didn’t get to tell my best scary story, but maybe I should save that story for the next Ghost Story Night…”

He trails off as the crystal above the sink flickers. Your eyes narrow as you stare at it.

“I replaced that this morning,” you whisper as it flickers faster – and goes out. The kitchen plunges into darkness, the moon the only source of light in the room. “Why is it out of magic already?”

“Wait.” Ray turns off the water, and you shiver. The temperature in the kitchen has dropped several degrees, an unsettling chill easing into your bones. A few words from Sirius’s tale creep into the back of your mind, whispering:

“The lights flicker.”

“You feel a chill run down your spine.”

“Maybe there’s something behind you.”

“Maybe you should turn around.”

Slowly, you look over your shoulder – and see the ghost.

“Ray!” He immediately steps in front of you when you cry out. The ghost looms closer, hauntingly white and featureless. You scream again, the counter digging against your back. You cannot take another step back.

Then, Ray lifts the ghost up by the waist, holding it aloft. You gasp as you realize the true identity of the “ghost”, and Ray grins, tilting his head back.

“Hello, Fenrir.”

“Hey! Wait! How’d you know it was me under the sheet?” Fenrir’s voice is unmistakable, even when muffled by the sheet. “I’m completely hidden! You had no idea!”

“For one thing, I know what Fenrir's cologne smells like, and I don't think ghosts wear scents. Two, I've hugged you enough times that I know what you feel like when I hug you.”

Fenrir’s shoulders sag as Ray sets him down. “Oh.”

“You did scare me, though!” you say, marching up to him. “Where did you get this ridiculous idea from? And can you even see through that sheet?”

“I wanted to get back at you for telling those scary stories and making me come along!” Fenrir jabs absently, his finger hitting Ray’s shoulder. “So when I was complaining to Seth on the way back to our rooms, he suggested that I put on a sheet and scare you two while you were cleaning up. I wanted to hear you scream, even if I can’t see your faces too clearly.”

“Well, you got us,” Ray says, kissing Fenrir’s face through the sheet. “Promise. I think our girlfriend was definitely terrified, though.”

“Hey!” You nudge Ray aside, going to kiss Fenrir and feeling your nose bump against his. “But yes, you did scare us. More than any story tonight.”

“Really?

“Really.” You and Ray answer in unison as you go in for a few last kisses, pressing them to Fenrir’s cheeks.

Then you see Ray grin mischievously, winking in your direction. “Now, Fenrir… let’s get this sheet off. Don’t you know that if you pretend to be a ghost for too long, you’ll actually become one?”