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Sleep Deprived

Here's the first one and on the road to many more of these!

Krii7y

31: “I haven’t slept in ages.”

For @veereyegootboeye

No warnings

726 words

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No one understood John like Smitty did. Never bothered by some of the odd flavors he’d try with his vape. The weird dirty sense of humor he’d bring into every conversation. Even the inside jokes they’d carry around with their friends never failed to make him laugh. But most of the things no one would understand about John would happen in their apartment.

Late one night where the hallway was dark and quiet, not a soul awake at this ungodly hour. Every door locked and every apartment light off, none but the hallway lights to guide the way to his own cozy apartment. Trying his best to quietly find the right key and it’s proper hole before slipping inside hoping he hadn’t woken anyone. His own apartment too was dark and quiet as it should be at 4am. Even though he hated the night schedule he had to endure the pay was good enough to keep him from quitting. He still felt his eardrums ringing from the loud music that stopped playing an hour ago.

Kicking off his shoes, carefully walking through the apartment, and placing his keys, phone and wallet on the kitchen bar he got himself a bottle of water from the fridge. The cool drink slowly began to relax Smitty from his long night at the bar, all of the alcohol and loud noises from the hours before throw off his senses. Maybe that’s why he didn’t know John was on the couch until he spoke up.

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

Smitty choked on his water trying to contain the cough from waking his neighbors. Regaining his breath he glared at his roommate.

“John, it’s 4am. Why are you still up? Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“It’s Friday Smit, means I have a weekend and you have work full of frat boys and fake IDs.”

Smitty groaned at his roommates' words, besides the night scheduled he’d adapted too he had to adjust to the chaotic hours of the weekends too.

“How long have you been sitting in the dark by yourself? And you didn’t answer my other question John.”

He set the water by his belongings as he made his way over to John. John hadn’t moved from the couch even after Smitty acknowledged him.

“Since I got back from work. Thought I’d try sleeping somewhere else but didn’t help.”

“We have pills that help.”

“Don’t feel like swallowing a pill at 4am.”

“Then take it in liquid form. I don’t know what else to tell you just tell me how to help.”

He watched John change his position, but having no intention of leaving the couch. He learned a lot from John's behavior over the years to understand he was an insomniac. Sometimes he’d have good days where Smitty could get him to sleep over 7 hours, and then there were days where John would stay up for hours on end. His current record remains at three and a half days before finally passing out on the floor… of the bathroom.

“You could use some sleep too, those bags under your eyes are heavy enough to knock someone out.”

Smitty chuckled as he lightly smacked his friend's leg. His smile softened when John’s mind wandered off again for a few moments only to come back with a toothy grin.

“Lay with me?”

“Couch’s kind of small for two grown ass men.”

“Not here, bedroom.”

“Only if you take me out to dinner.”

John winked as he pulled himself and Smitty off of the couch leading them to the comfortable queen sized mattress in John’s bedroom. Smitty didn't expect the response, he thought John would brush him off with a dirty joke before going “back to bed”. Instead Smitty found himself burning pink under his skin when John waited for him to climb into the sheets. He hesitated while he carefully nestled in but once he found comfort his whole body melted into the sheets with a sigh.

“Better not hog the sheets.”

“My bed, my rules.”

He slapped his roommate’s shoulder softening his glare when John’s body relaxed with Smitty’s presence, his warmth. Smitty’s worries washed away when his own body followed after John’s, slowly submerging under the same sleeping spell. Maybe no one else knew John quite like Smitty did, but then again no one knew Smitty like John did.

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Haha yup, thats tech when Nogla first gets shown!

ah fucki cant tell you how much i appreciate this and really i so so so want to keep writing it and get into it, i just- i’m really struggling to write anything at the moment at all. and i really really do wish to do it. my depressions been making things really hard and ahh i dont want to make excuses. 

Hello everyone and welcome back to Sirenade. Thank you to all for being so patient with me. I’ve had a fun and rough few months but I’m excited to return to writing and my normal chaotic routine. Okay not that excited but I am excited and sad to let you guys know that Sirenade will be completed any...by the end of 2020? Which seems kind of far but let’s be honest time doesn’t work that way. I don’t know an exact date however, I do know that like all things we will reach the end. With that note I want to know from you guys which of the ideas I have should I start writing. I want to make a poll so be on the lookout for that in the next few chapters. I’m glad to be back. Anyways as always end this week’s chapter and Stay Tuned! For next week!

P.S. Merry Late Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Valentines Day, Happy Presidents Day and to all the other dates I missed! Also Happy Holidays/free day to those who don’t celebrate some or any of these days.

Start: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 21

Next: 3/8/2020

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Chapter 22

Sunlight flooded his room. The light blue color shimmered as the rays bounced around his room. His head pounded as he found it difficult to sit up without falling back into the warm comfortable mattress. His bed shifted as he was finally able to keep himself up, the bed continued to shift even after he stopped moving. He turned his attention to the thin figure that laid in the sheets, his body froze in shock when he saw not a friend in his bed, but a stranger one that he knew nothing about. His brain felt sick, disgusted with itself as it rattled his brain. He needed fresh air; without a second thought or care about the person in his bed he walked towards his front door. Before he could even think about where to wonder, a white envelope flew down from the door. He hesitated to pick it up thinking maybe it was another letter from work, but the handwriting on the paper secured his panic. He slowly walked back to his bedroom, grabbing the letter opener, and carefully exposing the letter hidden away. The letter was from...

Marcel.

At first, he thought the letter was a prank that accidentally ended up at his door. Then again Marcel didn’t usually make mistakes, maybe the letter wasn’t meant for him. That’s not right either the letter is addressed specifically to him. He read it over and over again wanting to decipher the meaning, but the letter had made it very clear to him. He needed to apologize to Marcel before it was too late and he lost his best friend. Without wasting any more time he grabbed his coat, which knocked over a pile of papers. Not bothering to pick them up he waltzed out of his home leaving an awake stranger calling his name and scattered papers of drawings and data.

Every step he took was full of guilt. The clicking of his shoes making contact with the sidewalk sounded like it was the loudest echo. Bouncing off the walls of the town and being heard by all that was around him. His mind was racing and swirling with emotions.

Where would he find Marcel?

What would he say to him?

What was he feeling?

He thought of a few places Marcel could be right now but knowing how the man kept to himself most of the time it’d be difficult to pin exactly where. Marcel never showed him where he lived so he could only rely on the location he always found the taller male. The first place that popped into his head was Panda’s Brewery; a classic place Marcel felt comfortable.

His pace grew fast as he saw a glimpse of the establishment, his heart beating much faster than his steps, and his mind racing trying to formulate a sentence on what he should say to his friend. Should he apologize first? Maybe say something he’d been wanting say since-

He didn’t realize he’d come into the restaurant until the cool air conditioning rushed past him. The brewery was mostly empty considering it was a Sunday morning. Only an elderly couple sat at one of the booths looking up as he walked into the establishment. Even though he’d barely walked 3 blocks he was out of breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Lui’s worried look from one of the tables he was cleaning. “Scotty? Is everything okay?”

“I...I don’t know-”

“Scotty.” Scotty turned his head towards the large restaurant owner. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt so different when he locked eyes with Anthony. His glare made Scotty feel smaller, weaker, and almost helpless. “My office. Now.”

Anthony walked away from the counter towards his office, waiting for Scotty to follow him. “Scotty, what’s going on? Panda’s been in a bad mood ever since late last night after you left with that chick.”

“I can’t- I’ll explain it later Lui. Right now… I don’t even know what I got himself into.”

Each step felt like he was inching closer to death’s row. None of the steps were firm enough to even make a sound. He was sure that if he’d turned to see Lui’s face it’d be plastered with concern and confusion. Finally reaching Anthony’s office door he turned the faded gold knob and opened the door. Not making eye contact with Panda he closed the door and remained still as Anthony burned holes into his soul. “What. Did. You. Do?

“I don’t know-”

“Don’t lie. Marcel never misses his shift. Not one day since he got here. And the day you-. He’s gone.”

“He’s not. He-”

“They all went to look for him. He’s not home Scotty. He’s gone. And I want to know why?”

“He left me a letter. At first, I thought it was a joke, but Marcel never plays like that.” Scotty offered the letter to the owner who practically snatched the paper. His eyes skimmed the sentences that flooded the paper. Saying nothing until the last word was read. He returned the paper to Scotty still not uttering a single word before looking up at him with something in his eyes he couldn’t describe. It was gone as soon as the emotion was there sitting in his cold brown eyes.

“Find him and bring him back. He only wants to be sought by you, found by you. Do you understand?” Scotty quickly nodded carefully and quickly opening the door. “And Scotty?”

He turned back to his friend who still stared into his soul. “Tell him the truth. He’s already lost so much.”

Confused Scotty nodded again, rushing out of the restaurant in search of Marcel.

Delirious house; nothing.

The beach; nothing.

Tyler’s clinic; nothing.

Brian’s repair shop; nothing.

It felt like the world was no longer functioning properly without knowing that Marcel was okay. It felt strange, foreign almost when the wave of emotions rose from the hidden corner. He didn’t understand why it was all coming out now when it had so much time to present itself. With a small sliver of hope, he went to the last place Marcel would ever set foot into; Tyler and John’s apartment complex. Now it’s not like he knew Marcel didn’t like their friends on the contrary. Marcel loved his friends he was just never comfortable staying in places that weren’t home overnight.

With a heavyweight on his hand, he knocked on the wooden door. To his surprise Craig answered the door, he was even more surprised when Craig was wearing clothing that definitely wasn’t his size. “Craig? What are you-”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re still trying to figure it out ourselves. Was there something you needed?”

“Marcel. I can’t- I can’t find him. He-he left me a letter at my door.” Just as Panda had done Craig read the handwriting letter. He looked up at Scotty with much more emotion than Anthony did. “What do I do?”

“Give him time. It’s the best thing to do right now. He could be anywhere considering how secretive he was even with me.”

“Do you know why he did this?”

Craig sighed looking around making sure no one was listening. “We saw you yesterday with some girl and it seemed to upset him.”

“But why would he be upset about it? We’ve both had girls come up to us and flirt so why was this time different?”

“Because it didn’t seem like you rejected this girl… You kissed her Scott. And Marcel saw everything.”

Scotty had to process his thoughts for a minute, what Craig had said didn’t make any sense. He would’ve clearly remembered kissing someone that night, but running through his memory over and over again proved he had no idea what Craig was talking about.

“No, I didn’t I would’ve remembered. I know I was drinking that night, but I had barely ordered another beer when we started talking. I don’t remember anything from last night in all honesty.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense. I’ll help you find Marcel but it’s going to take a lot of convincing to bring him back if I find him.”

Good evening everyone and welcome to Sirenade once again. I hope you’ve all had an eventful week I know I have I’ve been super busy this week, but that won’t stop me from posting chapters. I know I always say this, however, I do mean it. Thank you so much for reading and enjoy Sirenade and as always Stay Tuned!

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Previous: Letter One

Next: Chapter 17

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The beach remains peaceful, no hunters or unknown threats in the area either

Ryan thought to himself as he walked down the shoreline. Even though it’s been weeks since the so-called “Cutter Boys” were arrested for abducting three adults and severely wounding one of them. Ryan hadn’t stopped scouting for any potential threats that had made its way into their little town. Granted he easily erased their existence from their memories leaving them clueless as to why the police had taken them in. Plus he hadn’t seen or heard of them since then, but it still didn’t take the tension off his shoulders that there were hundreds just like them waiting to get their greedy human hands on them. He couldn’t afford to almost lose someone, siren or not. Brock continues to feel guilty about the whole ordeal, Craig refuses to the cavern after sunset, and Smitty’s attitude changed ever since. He and John have been avoiding each other, while Brock and Brian have been getting closer and closer. Everyone has been walking on eggshells since then, not wanting to bring up the incident at all costs.

Ohm continued to walk on the warm sand, creating a path of footprints only to be washed away by the cool tide. The crispy breeze that playfully blew through the beach and into the forest sent a small chill throughout Ryan’s body. It had been 2 hours since the sun barely peaked above the horizon, and with the warm sun rays beaming down mixed with the refreshing breeze. Ryan felt himself relax as he aimlessly continued his walk. The relaxation drifted out of his body when he saw a familiar roof, eventually, the small home came into view and he stopped in front of it.

Delirious is out of town, but maybe Cartoonz’s home?

Days turned into weeks since he and Luke had spoken about them. Ohm always changed the subject averting getting into details or using the excuse of “I need more time” and Cartoonz had gotten the hint immediately dropping that side of the conversation. Truth be told, Ryan had been thinking about them more than he wanted to. It’s not that he didn’t want to be with Luke, to touch him, to love him… he was afraid of the consequences of falling too deep. Ryan kept telling himself to keep walking, to move away from the home and avoid talking. However, the urge to knock on the door keeps him standing there right by the front door. He wasn’t even thinking about what he’d say to him once Luke opened the door.

I’ll just knock, if he’s not home then it’s a sign that I don’t need to do this.

Ryan hovered his fist over the wooden door, before knocking three times. Nothing. Another three knocks, and still nothing. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d held in. Was he hoping Luke would be there? Yes, but maybe this was a sign from the gods telling him to stay away from human romance. For once, a decent amount of foreshadowing from them. Ryan chuckled to himself as he backed away from the door, turning around glancing once more at the small home, and walk passed the small front garden. “Jon sure does have a lot of plants.”

“Indeed he does.” Ryan yelped at the southern voice that scared him. Throwing a glare at the older male, fighting the shivers that creep down his spine at the deep laughter. He turned away to hide his glow, “What brings you to my humble oasis?”

Luke flashed a smile, readjusting his grocery bags, as he walked around Ryan to open the door leading to his so-called “oasis”. Ohm watched him carefully, unconsciously following through the purposely open door. “Like I said what brings you to my paradise?”

“I wanted...I wanted to talk. About us?” Ohm flinched as Cartoonz stiffened for a moment at the counter before resuming with his groceries. The only sound that could be heard was the crinkling of the reusable produce bag Delirious forced Cartoonz to use. It was too much for Ryan to bear, “Well say something. Anything.”

“Anything.”

‘Luke please.” Ryan watched his movements. The shifting of his shoulders, the change in his posture, his breathing. Watching him place the last fruit on the counter and fold up the bag, he turned to Ryan studying him as well.

“It’s not about what I want Ohm. You already know what I want, the question is what’d you want?”

“Y-you.” Ryan could hear the hesitation in his voice.

“But?” Luke’s eyes softened.

“I’m s-scared of what he might do to me. T-to you.” Tears swelled up in his eyes threatening to spill if Ryan continued to talk, but this whole scenario was abnormal for him. He never wanted to appear weak in front of anyone, especially his friends. Luke changed that though as if his mind and body were reacting to the long-awaited comfort he’d always wanted to receive. It was almost like Luke had control over him, and Ryan wasn’t sure how to counter that emotion. “What are you doing to me?!”

“Ohm…”

“Why do I feel different?! I’d never felt like this until you came along. So what is it, a spell, a wish, a curse?” The tears grew larger and larger with every word that poured out of his mouth.

“Ohm…”

“No, really I’d love to know. You have to be the reason why I feel this way.”

“Ryan.” Luke held his hands pressing them against his chest. The action alone made the tears he’d detained for so long finally fell. Following the path down his face they marked his grey shirt, Luke let go of Ryan’s hands to wrap him into that comforting embrace. He couldn’t control how his body so easily relaxes, letting its guard down around Luke. The thought had him cry harder, the sobs begin silenced by the red shirt he cried into. “I know it’s scary to feel somethin’ you can’t explain, but you are the only one who knows what you want.”

“B-but b-ut I-”

“What’s holding you back?”

“I was made to protect...someone. Someone who means a great deal to Poseidon. You wouldn’t understand…” Ryan so desperately wanted to tell Luke everything, but he couldn’t not because he didn’t want to. It was because he simply couldn’t.

“Then help me understand. I wanna help you, I love you, and not even Poseidon can change that.” That was the final seal Ohm couldn’t control his emotions. He’d made up his mind, there was no turning back without any hesitation Ryan looked at Luke and closed the space between them. Fire exploded within them causing an ignition with each touch, clashing lips and teeth. Too caught up in the heat both ignoring the long-forgotten groceries sitting patiently on the counter top. Never breaking the space between them afraid the other would be lost to the void of emotions they stumbled onto the spare bed in Delirious home. Finally breaking away to admire their work of swollen lips and lustful looks.

“I love you too. I want to tell you everything, but there are some things that I can’t. Not yet.”

“Is this what you want?” Those cooper eyes would be the death of him. The flush and dilated eyes told Ryan that Luke wanted this as much as he did, but behind that look was a pool of concern and love. Not lust as it was perfectly displayed right now, however, it was the same look he’d seen on Luke since they’d first met. Love, real love for him. Not showing any doubt about who or what Ryan was, only caring for the man under Luke. Him.

“Yes, Toonzy.” Just like that, they both gave in to the desire they’d been missing their whole life. This would be a day to remember.

~*~

“Stop messin’ with the bandages. You’ll mess ‘em up.” Brian warned the figure that fidgeted with his bandages.

“Sorry.” He chuckled.

“Tyler did a good job patchin’ me up though, I’ll heal in no time ‘specially with you motherin’ me.” He moved closer to the warm body that wrapped itself around him.

“You could’ve lost your arm Bri.” He rolled his eyes as he snuggled into his boyfriend’s hair. “Don’t roll your eyes at me I’m serious. You know I can heal, but I can’t regenerate limbs.”

“I know, I know but it’s better for me to lose an arm then to lose you Brocky.” Those warm cinnamon eyes shifted away from him, so he redirected them back his own sea-colored eyes. “You know it wasn’t your fault, you’re safe and so is everyone else.”

“You don’t know that.” Brock adjusted his position to hold Brian’s arm against his chest without hurting him. He shrugged.

“No, I don’t but I’d rather look at the good rather than try and anticipate the bad.” He smiled sweetly at him. “I’ll be more careful next time, I wanna keep my arms so I can hold ya properly.”

Brian lifted Brock's chin, looking down at his lips before locking onto them. Move together with warmth and love, Brock laughed into the kiss as Brian’s hands roamed around him finding places to tease. “Attention whore.”

“You love it though.” He lifted the hem of Brock’s shirt to reveal the lovely scar he’d created a month ago when Brock fulfilled his promise of a night he’d never forget. He traced it along the shoulder blade, kissing around it receiving shivers from above.

“You know i-it’s sensitive.” Brock's face flushed as Brian continued his actions.

“Want me to stop?” Teasing the question with light brushes on the skin.

“Gods no.” Brock sat up and moved to where Brian sat, placing himself on his lap.

“Who’s the attention whore now?” He spoke into Brock’s ear gaining the response he wanted more shivers traveling throughout his body.

“It’s still one hundred percent you.” Brian kissed along his jawline continuing his journey of teasingly nips and kisses every chance he got. Get the reaction he wanted. Hands stopping at Brock’s sweats and lips hovering over his.