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You get used to taking what you can get. You get used to it when you're Pyro. When your body belonging to you is a distant memory, when people take what they want from you: violation after violation till you learn to internalise it: accept it because it will just happen. Called disgusting and filthy enough times it must be true, why bother acting otherwise, why bother making an effort to undermine fact. It's the only attention he gets: being spat on, fingers in his mouth, slapped about, having his clothing torn, punched and kicked in the stomach, and used as a worm place to bury someone else's stresses and worries. The only attention he's worthy of. There was a time he put up a fight feeble as it was, but by the time he came to Oakhurst, Pyro knew it was faster to tolerate it and take what attention he can from it. It would be over quicker. Just lay there and take his beating, let whoever use him till they were happy, and it would be over soon enough.
Doesn't matter if it's Czeslaw, or if it's Scott, the universal truth of his life remained the same: he was a filthy thing made to be used and he should be happy he even got that.
It's why, leaning back on the fuel tank of a motorbike, pants abandoned in the dirt of the woodland track they rode up on, shirt riding up past his chest, lights of the summer camp shuttering in the distance, that Abolish's bluntly flat question haunts him so.
"So, what do you actually like?"
Pyro, with his dark monstrous eyes and face horrific and scared by holy water and claws of his becoming, blinks at Abolish sitting on the bike seat, feet on the ground keeping the bike steady, hands lingering on the dark motorcycle trousers by Pyro's shoes - his legs spread inviting Abolish to take what he wants and pressing into his thigh to balance himself against the bike.
"What did you say?" In the night, Pyro's eyes are haunting - so he's been told: terrible crimson orbs swallowed up by dark sclera straight out of the abyss - and yet Abolish never breaks eye contact. He's annoying like that, looking at him while talking to him, not through him or past him, he looks at Pyro and none one else. It makes his skin shiver.
"You, the vampire leaning on back on my bike with your cock and behind out, you: what do you like?" Again, Abolish might as well be speaking a different language the way Pyro's face is bereft of clarity. Abolish's dark borderline soulless eyes narrow imperceptibly as Pyro stills like the world is just a ringing in his ears and it has all been swallowed by the dark.
Why would he ask him that? Why would he even care - just get it over with.
"I can stop if you want?"
"No!" The panic that rushes through him hasn't been felt since he was flailing through the lake by the obelisk, torn into and gutted before being dragged under it's current and disappearing in the red mist of his own death. He very well almost bites through his lips his mouth snaps the words out. And then he realises his misstep, his rudeness, he has forgotten his place and the hysteria filling his cold dead heart is like another stake driven through it-
"Okay. Alright. But I'm not doing anything till you give me the go ahead." Abolish states, voice cool and calm and Pyro appreciates it more than he can express. The characteristic unflappable nature of his, unchanged, even now, accommodating him, even now. Being listen to is strange, doesn't feel right - but it feels nice.
His hands come to his face and rub, a deep breath rattling his ribs, and when he brushes his hands into his ashen mop he half expects Abolish to be gone - like batman: he's done it before - but no, he's still there. Still waiting patiently for him to approach at his own pace. Great now he feels like a wounded deer being gently encouraged towards a human for help… but is that so bad?
Pyro breaths deep and he turns to look at the distant camp where he and Abolish - mostly Abolish - had killed a bad 80's slasher of a vampire an hour prior: this was meant to be celebration sex, but it was something more. Something dangerous formative that threatens to disrupt the foundations of his self.
"Can you touch me with your gloves on… I like the feel," Pyro admits, sheepish, bracing himself for the mockery or the disregard or a slap or -
"And where can I touch you?" Abolish follows up, an effortlessly controlled serenity on his face as he makes sure his leather riding gloves have no chance of slipping off. They never would, but Pyro finds the act a comfort.
"Where ever you want-"
"Pyro."
His hands return to his face, each choice and declaration of autonomy it's own little agony.
"You can touch my thighs and cock and arms and chest and my face if you really want to but who would ever want to-" the gentle caress of expensive black leather runs along the scruff of his jaw with military precision and a tenderness that breaks him more than any torture could. The leather feels nice, down right has him purring from the gentle roughness of it's grain and warmth, but when Abolish's thumb drifts up towards his lip, Pyro snatches his wrist.
Abolish startles, not enough to do anything, but Pyro can see the way his eyes focus. He feels horrible. It's more on instinct that anything, but the feeling of fingers threatening to press into his mouth makes his calcified stomach threaten to inverse.
"Not mouth… sorry I should have, I didn't know I just-" the words stumble over themself as they leave Pyro's mouth and again Abolish remains stalwart, sat secure on the seat, a cliff of utter acceptance the turbulent waves of Pyro crash against. "Sorry."
"It's okay. Thank you for telling me." And Abolish stays clear of his mouth, just runs his hand along the vampire's jaws and lets him bask in the gentle affection.
He had a dream about Scott doing this once, of holding him tenderly while saying how proud of him he was, the perfect fledgling, soaking in the admiration of his sire… but it was just that, a dream.
Abolish's hand move with a militarily precise sensualness - at times it's a little awkward: as if Abolish has a errant thought that he is petting a dog and Pyro finds a charm and warmth in that - travelling along his jaw and cheeks and instead of revolting at the stain of holy water or the scars of Owen and Scott, his fingers dance around the borders. And when Pyro says he is okay with them being touched, it is devastatingly soft to have the ugliness of his life admired as if they were jewels.
And with each drag of Abolish's hand, each tender touch, Pyro feels his breath weighing down his chest, his pallid cheeks warming effervescently, and a strangle tingle across his breast and dancing up his back. First he thinks it is the wind, a chill, but that hasn't bothered him in many moons.
This is something else.
"Can you…"
"I can if you ask."
"Can you touch my…" Pyro pouts, a sudden almost boyish embarrassment colouring his face, "can you touch my cock, please." Instantly he wants to dig himself back into the grave he pulled himself from.
"Of course, it would be my pleasure," Abolish responds with a collected coolness, perfectly masquerading the abject horror that the way Pyro was beneath him let him know this was the first time he had actually been asked to be touched.
"Just gentle, I-" something catches on Pyro's tongue and his voice comes meeker than he might like, "I don't like it when it's super rough."
"Understood." A hand remains on Pyro's face, a gentle caress he can lean into at his leisure, while his other hand winds down to his crotch. But first he reaches into his pocket and flicks the lid of a petite lube. Pyro blinks at him.
"Always prepared. And don't want it to hurt," Abolish states as a gentle sheen of lube covers his gloved hand.
The anticipation and anxiety is burning white hot in his chest and Pyro mumbles to himself that it is okay, he asked for this, over and over again until the reassurance is echoing in his mind. And then Abolish's hand closes gently around his cock. A gruff noise of surprise slips out as Pyro slumps back on the bike.
It is strange - someone else touching your cock, someone else wearing gloves touching your cock, someone else wearing gloves touching your cock gently because you asked them - quite strange in a way he isn't sure how to process it. It's familiar, he's touched himself plenty, but it's also not him and when the initial rush of panic seizes him that he has no control, he meets Abolish's dark eyes and remembers that he does.
After a brief moment, acclimating to the savoury feel of the leather around his cock, Pyro gives Abolish a curt nod and he starts to gently stroke the vampire. Slowly, the delicate roughness of the leather clad hand slides down his cock, pulling back his foreskin to expose the pallid rosy head already - embarrassingly - drizzling pre and Pyro immediately grimaces behind his palms. But the mockery doesn't come.
"Hmm. You really like being touched don't you." Abolish says with a soft charm, more of a observation than question.
"I guess so."
Abolish's finger meet his base and gently rise back up his cock, appreciating the curve and every facet of him in the most delicate manner. It is better than he deserves, Pyro can't help but think it every time Abolish makes a whiny groan or sound of genuine pleasure spill out of him with his hands. A gentle stroke, and a finger that presses to the back side of his head as it rises makes him moan in a way he never has and this thighs shake like he's caught a fever. All from a gentle touch.
Who knew gentleness could feel so good...
His cock is so shiny with lube now and it looks good, it feels good - it feels really good to be touched gently, to be slowly worked over while he is caressed like he isn't filthy, like he isn't a monster, like he is loved. Maybe he is.
Maybe he could…
As his chest settles from a devastatingly lovesome moan, head back on the handles of the motorbike sinking into the gentle oblivion of Abolish's touch, Pyro looks at the damphir with a nervous sort of excitement.
"Could you kiss me, if you want," he asks, breathless in a way that doesn't make his throat hurt and doesn't make him grimace at his own pathetic ness.
"I would want to. Nice and gentle?"
"Please…" and Abolish leans up across his bike, his hands still occupied with the soothing rhythm of stroking Pyro, and hovers just above the vampire's lips. The agency is on his. If he wants this kiss, he has to meet him.
And Pyro wants it.
He leans up and tenderly presses his lips to the half-vampires.
There's no hunger, no hurt, no forcing in to dominate his mouth with their own, Abolish just leans into him and brings his lips to meet Pyro's in kind. An uncharismatic warmth graces the undead as their lips press against one another in a tender embrace, and his chest sings like song bird bones dancing. Like fire consumes his ribs and crackles up through him, like he's worthy of love and basking in that knowledge.
A little moan breaks his lips from Abolish and the man laughs, downright giggles at him in a way that has Pyro's eye wide and dewy like he's seeing a sunrise again and not burning up in it.
"Is this okay?"
And every time that question is asked, Pyro feels something old ache, something like a malignancy stained on his very soul, but perhaps in time it will fade every time he says -
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Avid was halfway through taking off his shirt when he stopped dead.
"Hey," he said suspiciously, pointing at Pyro from across the room. "Do you remember when we agreed we were better off as friends?"
Pyro, completely naked and sprawled across Avid's bed like he belonged there, blinked slowly. "No," he said immediately. "Absolutely not."
Avid stared at him. At the smug curve of his mouth. At the way the candlelight dragged gold across his skin. At the fact Pyro looked unfairly pretty sitting there like temptation itself.
"Fuck…" Avid muttered weakly.
Pyro's grin widened. "You remember now?"
Avid yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere behind him. "No," he admitted while climbing onto the bed. "I don’t remember either."
Pyro laughed just before Avid kissed him. It started messy almost instantly. Not romantic. Not careful.
Months of tension snapping all at once as Pyro grabbed his waist and hauled him down hard enough to make Avid curse into his mouth. Their knees knocked together, hands everywhere, both of them talking over each other between kisses.
"This is a terrible idea—"
"Yeah?"
"Absolutely—"
Pyro kissed him again. Avid completely lost the ability to care.
The bedroom door opened. Neither of them noticed at first. Abolish leaned against the doorway, took one look at the disaster unfolding on the bed, and sighed.
"So this is why neither of you answered me for an hour."
Avid jerked so hard he nearly fell off the mattress. "Jesus Christ—"
Pyro barely even looked embarrassed. "Hi."
Abolish's eyes dragged slowly over the two of them tangled together in the sheets.
"…You know," he said thoughtfully, already starting to undo his coat, "I think this might actually be the first smart decision you two have ever made."
Avid stared. Pyro started laughing so hard he had to bury his face against Avid's shoulder while Abolish climbed onto the bed beside them like this had somehow become his evening too.
"Oh, we are so fucked," Avid groaned.
Pyro lifted his head just enough to grin at him. "Hopefully."
The mattress dipped under Abolish's weight as he settled at the edge, making himself comfortable against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head. Watching. That particular gleam in his dark eyes that always meant trouble.
"Are you two planning to stop, or…?"
Avid's face burned. "We weren't—this wasn't—"
Pyro cut him off by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down again. Mouth sliding against Avid's with a wet, filthy sound that echoed through the quiet room.
Avid couldn't even argue. Not with Pyro's tongue tracing the seam of his lips, not with those warm hands sliding down his spine to settle possessive and firm on his hips. Every thought in his head scattered like startled birds.
"Getting brave?" Abolish asked, though his voice had dropped an octave from its usual disinterested drawl.
Pyro pulled back just enough to speak, lips brushing Avid's with each word. "Jealous?"
"Observing."
"Same thing."
Abolish huffed a laugh through his nose. His fingers began working at the buttons of his shirt, unhurried, methodical. Like he had all the time in the world and knew exactly how much Avid wanted to watch.
Avid's throat went dry.
This was insane. This was genuinely, certifiably insane. He'd spent six months trying to convince himself that Pyro was just a friend, that whatever electricity sparked between them was platonic, that the way his chest tightened whenever Pyro smiled meant nothing. And now—
Now Pyro was beneath him, warm and willing and grinning like the cat that got the cream.
And Abolish was also here.
"When did this become a group activity?" Avid managed, breathless.
Abolish's shirt fell open, revealing the lean muscle underneath. A trail of dark hair disappearing into his waistband. "When you two decided to be obvious about it."
"We weren't—"
"Every time I walked into a room, you looked like you wanted to eat each other." Abolish's mouth curved. "Figured I'd help."
Pyro's laugh vibrated against Avid's chest. "Told you he noticed."
"You hoped he noticed."
"Same thing."
Avid buried his face in Pyro's neck, groaning. "I hate both of you."
Pyro's hand came up to card through his hair, gentle despite the smirk in his voice. "No you don't."
The tender gesture cut through Avid's panic. Made his pulse settle into something steadier, something that felt almost like trust. He lifted his head, meeting Pyro's eyes, those ridiculous, luminous eyes that had been making him stupid since the day they met.
"No," Avid admitted. "I don't."
Pyro's expression softened. Gone was the teasing edge, replaced by something raw and honest that made Avid's stomach flip.
"Come here," Pyro murmured, pulling him down again.
This kiss was different. Slower. The urgency was still there, but it had transformed into something deeper, something that made Avid's chest ache in the best way. Pyro kissed him like he was memorizing every detail, the shape of his mouth, the way their breath mingled, the small sounds Avid couldn't hold back.
Behind them, Abolish shifted closer. His hand landed on Avid's lower back, warm and grounding. A question more than a demand. Avid pulled away from Pyro's mouth just enough to glance over his shoulder. Abolish raised an eyebrow, waiting.
"Okay?" Abolish asked, voice low.
Avid's brain short-circuited for a moment. He'd thought about this, fantasized about it, if he was being honest with himself, which he rarely was. Abolish with his sharp jaw and sharper tongue, always watching, always seeing more than he let on. The way his gaze had always felt like a physical weight, like hands on Avid's skin.
"Yeah," Avid breathed. "Okay."
Abolish's hand slid up his spine, drawing a shiver. "Good." Then his fingers curled around Avid's chin, turning his head, and Abolish kissed him for the first time.
Where Pyro was warmth and give, Abolish was control. He kissed like he did everything, with precision and intent, like he had already mapped out exactly how this would go and was simply executing the plan. His teeth caught Avid's bottom lip, tugging just hard enough to make Avid whimper.
"Perfect," Abolish murmured against his mouth. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to shut you up."
"Charming."
"I try."
Pyro's hands were still on Avid's hips, grounding him while Abolish consumed him from behind. The dual sensation was overwhelming, the hard heat of Pyro beneath him, the confident press of Abolish against his back. Sandwiched between them, Avid felt like he might shake apart from sheer want.
"More," he heard himself say. "Please."
Abolish laughed softly against his neck. "Look at you. Already begging."
Pyro's hips rolled up, and Avid felt the hard length of him press against his thigh. His own cock, trapped in his jeans, throbbed in response.
"Too many clothes," Pyro complained, tugging at Avid's waistband.
Avid fumbled with the button, fingers clumsy with urgency. Abolish batted his hands away.
"Let me."
Deft fingers made quick work of the zipper, and then Avid's jeans were being shoved down his thighs. He kicked them off somewhere, not caring where they landed. Pyro's hands immediately found his ass, squeezing with appreciative pressure.
"Gorgeous," Pyro breathed. "Look at you."
Avid ducked his head, suddenly shy. Which was ridiculous, considering the position he was in. But Pyro's gaze held genuine wonder, like Avid was something precious and unexpected.
"So are you," Avid said quietly.
Pyro's smile went soft. Abolish, behind him, pressed a kiss to Avid's shoulder blade. Then another, trailing down his spine. His breath was hot against Avid's skin, sending goosebumps rising in its wake.
"On your knees," Abolish said, voice firm but not unkind. "Over him."
Avid's legs shook as he positioned himself, knees on either side of Pyro's hips. His cock hung heavy between his legs, flushed and leaking. Pyro's hands came up to stroke along his thighs, encouraging.
"Perfect," Pyro echoed. "Just like that."
Abolish moved behind him, and Avid heard the quiet snick of a cap opening. Lube. Of course Abolish had come prepared. The man probably had contingencies for his contingencies. Cool slick pressed against Avid's entrance, and he bit his lip against the sensation. Abolish's finger circled with maddening patience, spreading the wetness around without pushing in.
"Relax," Abolish said. "You're tight."
"Your fault."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
The finger breached him slowly, deliberate and careful. Avid exhaled shakily, willing his body to accept the intrusion. It had been a while, too long, honestly, and the stretch burned in a way that bordered on too much.
But then Pyro's hands were there, rubbing soothing circles into his hips. Pyro's voice, low and warm: "You're doing so well. Taking it so good for us."
Avid whimpered. A second finger joined the first, and Avid's head dropped forward. Pyro caught him in another kiss, swallowing the sounds that escaped. Their tongues slid together, messy and desperate, while Abolish worked him open with clinical efficiency.
"Ready?" Abolish asked after what felt like hours.
Avid nodded against Pyro's mouth, not trusting his voice.
The blunt pressure of Abolish's cock replaced his fingers, and Avid's breath stuttered. Pyro held him steady as Abolish pushed in, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was overwhelming, full and almost too much, right on the edge of what Avid could take.
"Breathe," Abolish said, hand splayed across Avid's lower back. "You can take it."
Avid forced himself to relax, to let his body accept. And then Abolish was fully inside, hips pressed flush against Avid's ass.
"Good," Abolish praised, and Avid shivered. "So good for me."
Pyro shifted beneath them, and Avid remembered, he wasn't the only one here. Pyro was still hard beneath him, neglected and waiting.
"Let me," Avid said, voice rough. "Let me—"
He reached for Pyro's cock, wrapping his fingers around the thick length. Pyro hissed, hips jerking up into the touch.
"Fuck, Avid—"
Avid stroked him in time with Abolish's thrusts, creating a rhythm that had all three of them gasping. The dual sensation was incredible, being filled from behind while his hand worked Pyro's shaft. Every nerve ending lit up like a livewire.
"More," Avid managed. "Please—need more."
Abolish's grip tightened on his hips. "Greedy."
"Please."
The word hung in the air, desperate and honest. Avid felt Pyro freeze beneath him for a moment before Pyro's hands came up to cup his face, pulling him down for a kiss that was more breath than lips.
"Tell us what you need," Pyro murmured. "We'll give you anything."
Avid's chest clenched. The tenderness in Pyro's voice, the steady presence of Abolish behind him, it was everything he'd never let himself want.
"Everything," Avid said. "I want everything."
Abolish's pace quickened, each thrust driving deeper. Avid's hand flew faster on Pyro's cock, matching the rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, breathless moans, and whispered encouragements.
"So beautiful like this," Abolish said, voice strained. "Taking me so well."
"Perfect," Pyro added, thumb brushing Avid's cheekbone. "You're perfect."
Avid felt the pressure building in his core, that familiar tension that promised release. His cock, neglected and aching, bobbed with each of Abolish's thrusts.
"Touch me," he begged. "Someone—please—"
Pyro's hand wrapped around his shaft, and Avid nearly sobbed with relief. The dual stimulation, Abolish inside him, Pyro on his cock, was too much and not enough all at once.
"Close," Avid gasped. "I'm—"
"Not yet," Abolish commanded. "Wait."
Avid whined, high and desperate, but forced himself to hold back. His thighs trembled with the effort. Sweat dripped down his temples, pooling in the hollow of his throat.
"Please," he said again, the word reduced to a prayer. "Please, please—"
"Look at you," Abolish breathed, sounding almost reverent. "So desperate. So perfect."
Pyro's hand tightened on his cock, stroking faster. "Come for us, Avid. Let go."
That was all it took. Avid shattered, pleasure crashing through him in waves. His release spilled over Pyro's fist, hot and thick. His vision whited out, senses overloaded with the feeling of Abolish still moving inside him, still chasing his own end.
Behind him, Abolish groaned, hips stuttering as he followed Avid over the edge. The warmth of his release filled Avid, triggering aftershocks that made him shake.
Pyro was last, Avid's hand still working him through his own orgasm. His back arched off the mattress as he came, streaks of white painting Avid's stomach.
For a long moment, none of them moved. Then Avid collapsed forward, landing half on Pyro and half on the mattress. His breathing came in ragged gasps, heart pounding against his ribs.
Abolish pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom before settling beside them. His hand found Avid's hip, thumb tracing absent patterns on the sweat-damp skin.
Pyro pressed a kiss to Avid's forehead, then one to his nose, then one to his mouth. Each one soft and lingering and impossibly sweet.
"You okay?" Pyro asked quietly.
Avid laughed, the sound exhausted and incredulous. "I have no idea."
"That's a no."
"That's a I can't feel my legs."
Pyro grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. "Good."
Abolish snorted from behind Avid. "Don't let it go to your head."
"Too late."
Avid closed his eyes, letting himself drift. The warmth of their bodies surrounded him, grounding him in the present moment. For the first time in months, maybe years, the constant buzz of anxiety in his chest went quiet.
"We should talk about this," Abolish said eventually, his voice serious.
Pyro's arms tightened around him. "I second that motion."
Abolish sighed, but Avid heard the smile in his voice. "Fine. But we're discussing this in the morning."
"Promises, promises," Pyro murmured.
Silence settled over them, comfortable and warm. Avid's breathing slowed, drifting toward sleep. He was almost under when Abolish spoke again, voice barely above a whisper.
"I've wanted this. Both of you. For longer than I should admit."
Avid's eyes flew open. Pyro tensed beneath him. Then Pyro's hand came up to find Abolish's, intertwining their fingers over Avid's hip.
"We know," Pyro said softly. "We've always known."
Avid's chest went tight. He turned his head just enough to see Abolish's face. That carefully controlled expression had cracked, revealing something raw underneath. Something vulnerable.
"Good," Avid said, voice rough. "Because I'm not letting either of you go now."
Abolish's mouth curved into a genuine smile, the kind Avid had only seen a handful of times in all their years of friendship.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Pyro's laugh vibrated through Avid's chest, warm and bright.
"Now can we please sleep before you two get sappier?"
"Says the man who wrote me a poem last week."
"It was a limerick."
"Even worse."
Avid smiled, letting their familiar banter wash over him. This was right. This was exactly where he was supposed to be.
And tomorrow, they would figure out what this meant. What they were to each other now. But for tonight—
Tonight was enough.
Avid closed his eyes, and for the first time in longer than he could remember, he fell asleep without dread coiling in his stomach.
The morning light crept through the curtains, painting gold stripes across the tangled sheets. Avid woke slowly, awareness returning in fragments. Warmth on his left. A heavy arm across his waist. The faint smell of sweat and sex lingering in the air.
He blinked his eyes open. Pyro was still dead asleep beside him, mouth slightly parted, hair a disaster. On Avid's other side, Abolish was already awake, propped up on one elbow and watching with an unreadable expression.
"Hey," Avid croaked, voice rough.
"Hey yourself."
They stared at each other for a long moment. The weight of last night pressed between them, heavy with meaning.
"How are you feeling?" Abolish asked.
Avid considered the question seriously. Took stock of his body, the pleasant ache in his muscles, the stickiness between his thighs, the residual warmth in his chest.
"Good," he said finally. "Really good, actually."
Abolish's expression softened. Before either could say more, Pyro stirred. Let out a groan, burying his face deeper into Avid's shoulder.
"Too early," Pyro mumbled. "Go back to sleep."
"It's almost noon," Abolish pointed out.
"Exactly. Early."
Avid laughed, the sound surprising him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up smiling. Pyro's arm tightened around his waist, pulling him closer. On his other side, Abolish shifted to drape himself partially over Avid's back, chin resting on his shoulder.
Trapped between them. Exactly where he wanted to be.
"So," Pyro said, voice still thick with sleep. "Last night happened."
"It did."
"And it was good."
"Very good."
Pyro was quiet for a beat.
"So what now?"
The question hung in the air. Avid felt both of them tense slightly, waiting for his answer. He thought about what he wanted. Really wanted, underneath all the fear and self-doubt that had kept him from acknowledging his feelings for so long.
"Breakfast," Avid said finally. "And then we talk."
Pyro snorted. "Romantic."
"Practical." Avid turned his head to press a kiss to Pyro's forehead. "I want to do this right. Whatever this is."
Abolish's hand slid up his spine, tangling in his hair.
"Whatever you need," Abolish murmured against his neck. "We'll figure it out together."
Vampires being able to smell every emotion on a person, including lust, and Scott berating/threatening Pyro for the first time and realizing he’s fucking turned on???
Vsmp majorscythe in honor of them coming back tomorrow
chastity.
they have the toxic vibes of like. Scott will put Pyro in a cage and then forget he did that and Pyro will be like fawning over him -- service kink too tbh -- and begging Scott to fuck him and Scott's like "oh my god can you leave me to drain chickens and build my enormously out-of-style castle in peace?? fine I'll stick my dick in you if it will make you go away"
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