#panda writes

“Honey, can you come here?” Your dad’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you sighed and walked outside when you were told to go into the shed and find more coal and also a small foldable wooden table.

You nodded before quickly texting the account on twitter with a new idea you came up with and walked away. You could have sworn you heard Leon’s phone buzz as you left but paid no mind to it.

Finding the table was easy enough what was very hard was grabbing the coal that sat on the top shelf without a ladder. You tried everything to reach it, you stretched as much as you could and then even tried stacking multiple object together to use as stepping stools, nothing worked and you almost fell once or twice. You sighed and angrily stared at the object on the top shelf as if you were trying to pressure it to come down on it’s own and maybe apologize on the way down.

You rolled your eyes and walked away, swung the door open and took a step before you bumped into Leon who thankfully grabbed you by your biceps before you fully lost your balance. He lightly held on to you until he was sure you wouldn’t fall again.

“Easy there, don’t want an accident happening at a party” He laughed a little and nodded towards you, a silent question to ask if you were okay, you nodded back a little too quickly. He kept his eyes on you as if he’s checking to see if you’re really alright, the only thing it really did though was give you goosebumps.

“Actually, Leon, you can help me, I can’t really reach the coal” You admitted and Leon seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he was having and he gave you a cheesy one liner before he walked inside the shed with you.

“Well, you’re nothing if not resourceful” Leon remarked at all the cluttered items that were clearly put together as a makeshift ladder. It sounded like he meant it as praise which made you feel a little fuzzy. You quickly checked your phone and noticed the request you sent had been read and felt a rush of excitement for the upcoming post.

“Well I tried staring it down until it came down themselves and you wouldn’t believe it, but it didn’t work” You answered with a small laugh and earned yourself a chuckle from him. As he moved away some boxes so he could have better accesses to the shelves.

“Well this coal is being very bad if it doesn’t listen to a pretty girl like you” He said as he reached up to reach them himself, making his shirt ride up and that’s when you noticed it and let out a small gasp.

That was the same tattoo the guy from twitter had, it was the exact same down to every single detail, you would know, you’ve spent the longest time studying it. Leon immediately stopped what he was doing and was paying attention to you, he had a questioning look in his face and you moved your lips but no sound came out. You were unsure if he did it on purpose of or it was purely an accident but now you were wondering if he knew he was taking requests from his best friend’s fucking daughter. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks.

“Everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost sweetheart” Leon said softly, he actually sounded concerned and stopped trying to reach for the bag and turned his body towards you, your eyes were glued to his now covered abdomen and you were sure it looked like you were staring at his crotch but you couldn’t even dare look up at his face, not when your brain was busy thinking back to all the requests and fantasies you sent him that were all about him, if he pieced the clues together he could figure it out so easily and then you’d be screwed.

Leon, upon not receiving an answer took a step closer to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you what was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze, you only thought of him squeezing your shoulder like that while he’s bent you over somewhere, you shook your head and forced yourself to look up at him with a small and sweet smile

“I just thought I saw a spider that’s all” You finally spoke and it was the worst excuse you could come up with, Leon frowned but pretended to buy into it and looked around to confirm for any spiders, his hand never leaving your shoulder as he turned his head left and right before moving away and continuing his reaching for the bag of coal, revealing his tattoo to you once more. You thought you could faint upon seeing it again.

“There we go, now we should have no more bad and mean coal” He said as he gave the bag to you and his fingers brushed your bicep and you felt your blush deepen.

“I think we should teach them a lesson” You said almost too awkwardly but you were testing the waters, and Leon took the bait when you noticed him smile faintly.

“Oh yeah? What do you suggest?” Leon asked, his voice dropping a little, he knew what it meant and now you were unsure of what to do with this new information. On the other hand he could simply be playing along for the fun of it and it could mean nothing, besides his tone still sounded playful enough.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me what happens to bad bags of coal” You answered and Leon took a step closer, he was close but he was also far enough so that if you got caught it wouldn’t look too suspicious. He simply stared at your for a moment and scanned your features as if he was trying to remember them for later.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” He finally answered a way that was clearly teasing and his voice along sent shivers down your spine and as if he knew exactly what to do with you and how to push your buttons.   

And he did know. You had spent a significant amount of time explaining what turned you on in great detail and he always found a way to find more things with his lewd posts. He probably knew you better than any of your previous boyfriends.

“Now go be a good girl and take these to your dad for me, yeah?” Leon finally said and he didn’t miss how your thighs clenched together at the praise. You nodded not trusting your voice enough and turned to outside after swallowing down your words. You were burning up with a need for him to know that you know and your curiosity was slowly getting the better of you, what if he already knew and was simply indulging your wishes? You had to make sure to avoid him for the rest of the day.

You placed the bag of coal down and went back inside a little too quickly and began working on making two different kinds of sangrias, everyone usually loved your recipe and it had become a staple at every barbeque. You were quietly working away, trying to distract yourself when you felt someone’s chest right behind you and even leaning towards you to let you feel it better, it had to be Leon, you mentally cursed at him and his workout routine.

“Need any help, sweetheart?” Leon asked and it sounded friendly enough, he usually reserved sweetheart for when you two were alone, you took in a shaky breath and turned around. Leon was closer than you expected which forced you to look up to him. You nodded again and pointed to a small pile of strawberries. He nodded and got to work.

“So, how are you with social media?” You asked trying to make the question sound innocent and you saw him shrug as his hair fell forward, covering his face. You wished you could avoid the subject but Leon was working through the strawberries quite fast and you spoke without thinking, feeling like your time to ask was running out.

“Not particularly great, why?” He asked frowning and not looking at up you, it was a full lie, you both knew that.

“I know about your twitter account” You said before you could stop yourself while turning your body towards him, he stopped turned to look at you with his head tilted to the side, he had a faint smile again as if he had planned the whole thing and you simply walked right into his trap. You really wanted to have broached this with more tact but really that wasn’t you, if something was on your mind you immediately said it.

“I know” He answered and you felt another blush creep up on your face, you tried to look away but Leon placed a hand on your chin to prevent you from doing so. You opened and closed your mouth a few times searching for a response. You knew there was a possibility but you didn’t know that he knew.

“How?” You managed to let out and tried to make it sound like you weren’t at all affected by his grip on your chin. He eased it a little when he thought you wouldn’t try to run away.

“Well, it really wasn’t hard to look at your account and look at your pinned selfie sweetheart” He said tightening his grip a little, not letting you look away and you cursed yourself. You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

“So you knew and didn’t block my account and not only that, you made countless posts about fucking your best friend’s daughter, pervert” You tried to shoot back and got closer to Leon, pressing your chest right up against his, he looked down at it before looking back up to your face before he smiled sweetly at you.

“You call me a pervert but you’re the one sending me those ideas baby” Leon said in a lower tone and then leaned down and brushed his lips over yours, you tried closing the gap but you were held in place. His other hand sneaked it’s way to your waist to keep you steadier and you let out a small gasp.

“So who’s the real pervert here?” He questioned and he was right, he destroyed your one line of defense with just a simple observation, you contemplated kicking his shin and running away.

“I wonder what you do with those posts I make for you” He said and went back to cutting up strawberries like he didn’t just admit to doing it on purpose, your body felt frozen in place.

“You know exactly what I do with those” You answered and went back to cutting an orange.

“I don’t”

“Yeah right”

“Admit it or no more posts for you” Leon said not even looking up from his cutting board but the threat made you gasp and turn to look at him wide eyed.

“You wouldn’t”

“Would” He replied and turned to you with a smile that made you realize he enjoyed this.

“You can’t, you like the attention” You said crossing your arms over your big t-shirt, it was mostly a bluff on your end, you were sure he’d follow through with what he said he’d do. Instead of Leon looking annoyed his gaze softened, he knew exactly what you meant and he knew you were too shy to even utter the words out loud, he really thought it was all so adorable.

“Aw, is my baby too shy to tell me she fucks herself silly to my posts?” He teased and the words went straight to your core, you clenched your thighs together and took in a shaky breath before steadying yourself to answer.

“You wish” You said even if you both knew his statement was true, you took a step closer and idly played with the hem of his shirt. Leon sighed and looked away for a brief moment, trying to compose himself.

“Keep being a brat and I’ll fuck the attitude right out of you” Leon said and it sounded like a promise, you wondered If he intended on keeping it.

“Go ahead, I dare you even” You knew you were only digging your grave deeper but you were determined to see how far Leon would take it. Leon finally closed the gap between you too and leaned down just enough so that he could bite your bottom lip and then he moved to kiss your jaw.

“You’re in over your head sweetheart” He warned and you shook your head.

“That would be you, Leon, I know exactly what I’m doing” You answered and he laughed before quickly stepping away when he heard the sliding door and your dad appeared again reminding you to get ready. You were pouting at the loss of contact with Leon who simply had gone back to cutting up more fruit like nothing had happened.

“Do as you’re told sweetheart” Leon said in a hushed tone again and you groaned and left.

Needless to say you spent the entire day teasing Leon as much as you could, you rubbed up against him at every opportunity and talked back to him over the silliest things, at one point you even pretended there was no space and chose to pass right next to him and specifically rubbed your ass against his jeans, Leon gave you a few warning looks every once in a while and each time you simply stuck your tongue out at him. As the night was slowly approaching and most of the guests were leaving you became bolder and even sat next to him for a while and crept up your hand up his thigh before leaving again. You could have sworn you heard Leon sigh after clicking his tongue as you walked away, a victorious smile plastered itself on your face. Your final move though came when there were very few people left, you went upstairs to the bathroom closed the door behind you, took out your phone and positioned yourself just enough to show your chest and snapped a picture. You messaged it to Leon on his actual number and simply told him he has 30 seconds to get to the bathroom upstairs. You left the app and immediately started a timer.

You sighed when you paused the timer at 30 seconds and even counted an extra two seconds in your head before you walked out of the bathroom and were immediately met with Leon who stopped himself in time and didn’t bump into you this time. You stuck your tongue out at him again and smiled

“Time’s up, no treat for you, sorry” you said and kept up the smile, Leon placed his hands on his hips and looked down at you.

“Go inside please” Leon said in a very sweet tone it almost made you want to listen. But you crossed your arms and shook your head.

“Make me”

“As you wish” He said and placed a hand around your waist, keeping you in place before opening the door to the bathroom again and pulling you inside as he set you on top of the counter and he locked the door behind him before he turned his attention to you and placed his hands on the counter on either side of your thighs.

“You’ve been a fucking brat and a tease” He stated and you could do nothing more than nod.

“You knew exactly what it would do to me” he continued and his other hand slid up your thigh slowly, you subconsciously spread your legs further hoping he’d come closer but he had his head bowed and was looking at his hand that was slowly sliding your dress up.

“You started it” You said with a small pout.

“Did I now?” Leon looking up at you again, you were unsure if he was expecting an answer but you thought you would defend yourself once again.

“You’re the one you kept making these posts knowing I was the one who was asking for them” You said and held your breath when Leon hand reached your upper thigh but stopped right before he could touch your clothed core. Leon hummed and gave a quick kiss to your jaw.

“I never said I didn’t enjoy your thoughts” Leon mumbled into your neck as he finally pressed his fingers against your clit making you gasp. You were unsure what to do with your hands so you wrapped one of them around his hand between your legs and the other flew to his shoulder.

“She’s so wet for me I can feel it through your panties baby” Leon said and it made you let out a soft whine while you pushed your core closer to his fingers.

“I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day” he said drawing out the all while pressing his fingers harder against your clit making you bite your lip to stifle a soft moan.

“Fuck, you’ve been a teasing brat because you wanted this exact thing to happen, you wanted me bending you over right on this counter and making you take my cock in your pretty cunt until you can’t think straight” he kept going and then hummed along your neck before biting down and pressing into your clit again, you just shivered at his words and his lips, your mind already clouded with lust.

Leon began pressing further into your clit making you let out a soft moan, and he then slid you off the counter and indeed bent you over it while sliding your panties off and helping you kick them out, he then pressed his fingers on your clit again and watched your reaction through the mirror, the contact simply made your mouth hang open and your eyes flutter shut, In turn Leon praised you and moved his finger up and down your folds, coating his fingers in your wetness before he experimentally slid his middle finger in making you moan.

“Fuck Leon” You said and he smiled as he leaned in and placed a kiss on your shoulder before biting down, making another soft moan escape from your lips, he quickly licked the spot he just bit and whispered soothing words to you as he slowly began moving his finger in and out of your core. You were so turned on at that point and your mind was rushing with all the possibilities that could happen you really began feeling lightheaded.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m right here” he said and began pumping his finger in and out of your aching pussy faster making you push your hips back in a silent plea for more.

“God you’re so wet and tight for me baby, all for me” Leon muttered as he slowly slid in his ring finger along with his middle one and slowly began moving them inside you, searching for the spot that would make you squirm.

It didn’t take long for him to find it and he began repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over making your brain feel fuzzy and you decided that sneaking a hand in between your own folds to rub at your own clit wouldn’t be a big deal. Leon noticed and sped up his movement with his fingers he kept muttering praise about you and kept remarking how wet you were for him.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, god, she’s practically begging me to give her more” Leon muttered as you noticed him looking down through the mirror, you didn’t know who he was saying this more for but it didn’t stop your cunt from reacting to his words.

It didn’t take long for the all too familiar pressure to begin building inside you and you began tightening every muscle while you tried to warn Leon, he nodded still looking at you through the mirror and just as you were about to finish on his fingers and get exactly what you wanted Leon withdrew his fingers completely and took your own hand away from your clit, the loss of contact made you whine and you tried pushing your hips back trying to find anything. Leon stayed very still and was looking down at your cunt that was practically begging him to shove his fingers or anything back in.

“Not much of an attitude now, huh?” Leon asked as he was looking at you silently beg for more.

“Leon” You whined and pushed your hips back again, hoping he’ll give in

“Aww, poor baby is all whiny and needy just from my fingers” Leon said in a soothing voice before he brought you back up to kiss you. He was pushing you against the counter which you were thankful for as your legs didn’t feel steady, you placed your hands on his ass and pushed him even closer to you earning yourself a small groan from him.

“Eager to continue huh” You commented when you felt Leon’s hard on through his pants and he sighed when you pressed your hips closer to him.

“Your pretty pussy got me worked up baby” He answered and you gasped a little as he bent you down again and unzipped his pants and you felt his cock practically slap your ass as it sprung free from it’s confinement. You turned to look at it and gasped again when you saw it using your last remaining sane thoughts to realize you felt completely unprepared for it.

“Leon wait” You said and he stopped all movement and allowed you to turn around and truly take a look at the thing between his legs, he was stood very still as you looked down and slowly back up, suddenly doubt was creeping up in your mind.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Leon asked, he still sounded like the concerned friend you’ve always known and that gave you immense comfort, you looked up at him with a small pout.

“I, uhm, I just don’t think it’ll, you know” You sounded incredibly awkward and the longer you tried to explain it the more you had to avoid Leon’s gaze, he thankfully soon realized what you were talking about and let out a small chuckle.

“Aw, my baby is a little scared. Don’t worry it’s not that big, I’ll make it fit” Leon said and kissed your temple, the action was very soothing and his words made you feel like you were on fire, fuck you wanted it, you really did.

“Leon, I haven’t” You started and he frowned in confusion.

“Done it, with anyone” you added and then Leon looked down as a realization dawned on him, he really might be too big for your first. He leaned and pressed his forehead against yours, he seemed so incredibly calm but you were just anxious.

“You might be right sweetheart, it’s just not going to fit right now” He said slowly and kissed along your jawline, making you sigh.

“I’m sorry if-” You began saying before Leon promptly pressed his lips against yours to stop your sentence midway.

“Just because I said not right now, doesn’t mean not ever baby” He said breaking the kiss before leaning down to bite your bottom lip.

“I just need” he started and kissed further down your neck until he reached the top of your breasts and he took out the sundress with a sigh, as if it was personally offending him that it was on the way. He resumed his kissing between your chest and bit down on the soft flesh once or twice.

“A little extra time to get you ready for it, that’s all” He continued softly and he knelt further down and placed his lips on your knee before looking up at you. You nodded and gripped the counter as you pushed yourself closer to the edge of it, giving Leon more room to work with.

He wasted no time and kissed all the way up your thigh while adjusting your legs so they were resting on his shoulders while never taking his eyes off of you. He stopped about midway and bit down on your inner thigh and sucked on the spot just enough that you were sure it would leave a mark. He kept doing the same after every few kisses and you were getting whinier and more impatient by the second. Leon softly squeezed your thigh reassuringly that he would get to it.

When he eventually reached your clit he chose to blow a little air on it first, making you try and push your hips closer to his lips, only to find out they were firmly held in place. Leon was dead set on enjoying you at his pace and he was going to make sure he savored every second of it.

When he did eventually wrap his lips around you clit and sucked you had to quickly cover your own mouth, your other hand went to his hair and your grip tightened on his head the harder he sucked. He groaned a little as he felt your hand tug at him not being able to decide if you wanted him closer or further away. The vibration made your legs shave and a jolt run through your spine. Leon soon stopped his sucking and instead pressed his tongue as flatly as he could against your entrance and licked all the way up your folds until he reached your clit when he circled it a bit with his tongue before he began sucking again.

“Sit still baby, I don’t want to bruise you by holding you too tightly” He mumbled against your core and the vibration was enough to make you shake again and Leon had to tighten his grip again to keep you in place, at that point you didn’t care how many bruises he left with you just needed him to keep doing whatever he’s doing.

“I don’t fucking care, just keep going” you answered and Leon chuckled before he went back to sucking on your clit.

You were basically a mess by that point and you felt the same pressure as before building in your lower stomach. Your legs were tightening around Leon’s head who didn’t seem to mind the added pressure and you could only moan out his name in warning of your imminent orgasm. This time instead of pulling away he kept going and if anything it felt like he was increasing his efforts.

That’s when a knock came at the door making both of you stop. Leon slowly detached himself from your sopping wet cunt and you noticed his lips and chin were basically absolutely drenched, you shivered at his state and had to cover your mouth to keep quiet.

“It’s occupied” Leon finally spoke when there was a second knock at the door and he slowly spun you around, trapping you between his body and the counter as his fingers slid down and found your aching cunt once more.

“Oh, hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you” Your dad’s voice came through the other end of the door making you widen your eyes, you met Leon’s eyes through the mirror and he seemed to be looking very cool and collected, if not a little mischievous as he slid in his fingers inside again, your hand went to hold his that was between your legs.

“Yeah man, I’ve been in the bathroom, not really feeling well” Leon answered and pressed you further into the counter as he picked up his pace, you took his free hand that was resting on your waist and began bring it further up and closer to your mouth, not trusting yourself to stay quiet. Leon took the hint and placed it firmly on your mouth muffling any moans that could escape from your throat.

“Oh, why? What happened?” Your dad asked full of curiosity and you really wanted to groan and tell him to stop being so curious but instead you felt nervousness as you felt your orgasm building up again, way too fast to ignore. Leon felt it too by the way you tightened your cunt around his fingers and he looked at you through the mirror. He mouthed wait but did nothing to slow down his own fingers.

“I just think I had too much to drink, I’ll be fine in a sec” Leon said and you heard your dad hum outside, your legs were starting to shake and feeling Leon’s hard on pressing against your ass wasn’t helping your situation, your head was falling back on Leon’s shoulder who brought you back up and mouthed wait again.

“Alright man, by the way, have you seen my daughter anywhere?” He asked and you mewled into Leon’s hand, cunt impossibly tight around his fingers as you were doing your best to hold back your own orgasm.

“No, not really. I’m sure she’ll turn up somewhere” Leon said and made the mistake of breathing down your neck as he finished his sentence which gave you the final push you needed to release your orgasm around his fingers. Leon muttered a soft curse under his breath as he kept up his pace but tightened the grip over your mouth to cover your moans that were only getting louder.

It really felt like your orgasm had been ripped out of you and all you could do was shake and tighten every muscle you could, you half realized you were gripping Leon’s hands a little too tightly and were probably leaving some marks behind. It really felt like it was going on forever as your body was trying to slump forward but Leon was holding you up but all you were focusing on were Leon’s hands on your body and his lips around your ear as they were gently shushing and reassuring you.

Leon slowly released his hand from your mouth letting you catch your breath and finally allowing you to slump forward and rest the side of your head on the cool counter as he followed along with his own body and kissed your temple as he slowly removed his fingers making you let out another small whine.

“You’re lucky I covered your mouth” Leon said in between kisses as he moved to your shoulder. You could only nod in response.

“Aw, I haven’t even made you cum on my cock and you’re already so out of it” Leon taunted in a very sweet tone and you really really wanted to have a smartass response but you came up with nothing.

“Now, go outside and show yourself before our absence gets too suspicious” Leon said and playfully smacked your ass as you lifted yourself off the counter and began fixing your dress before turning to Leon, lingering for a second and pointed to his chin reminding him he should clean up.

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They were on day three. Day three of holing up in the sketchy hotel in the middle of nowhere, desperately trying to get in touch with Ex, Lucien, and August. It had been Ex’s idea to split up on their manhunt, and it was all Sidra could do to hope that the other part of the Del Luz Detective Agency had some sort of plan to get them out of this situation.

The situation being the strange pocket dimension that Bee and Sidra occupied. It had taken a couple hours to figure it out; that they were trapped in a bubble that copied itself whenever they drove through the circumference. It was likely that Ex and co. were currently tracking down the magician who had cast such a spell. Now, all Sidra could do was wait. 

Lifting himself from the chair, they took a seat next to Bee’s prone frame, leaning over to block out the glare from the light fixture in the ceiling. Without the harsh yellow fluorescence painting Bee in a warm haze, Sidra had a first row seat to glassy, unfocused eyes, gaunt cheeks and dry lips. Prodding Bee’s chest with his index finger, Sidra raised their brow in silent judgment.

Eyelashes kissing the dark bags under his distant stare, Bee grunted in indignance, not bothering to move from his position sprawled across tossed bed sheets. His jacket had bunched up in the middle of his back, his spine arched in a manner that had to be uncomfortable. 

Something melted inside Sidra, sympathy peeling away frustration and layering itself upon concern. Flopping onto his side, he let their chocolate hair splay across Bee’s chest, strands of pink turned orange in the terrible lighting. With their ear to Bee’s sternum, Sidra hummed a sound he hoped rang as supportive, with a lilt of deep comprehension. 

His eyes were just fluttering shut, the steady rise and fall of Bee’s chest lulling them to an early sleep, when Bee spoke softly.

“I’ll go hunting.”

Sidra’s fingers walked across Bee’s stomach, gently pulling at the lime fabric of his shirt. His index and middle fingers did the cancan. “You went hunting the last two nights,” Sidra fretted. “You said it yourself, this place is a wasteland.”

Another grunt of agreement from the vampire moping beneath them. Sidra’s stomach twisted, the desire to make Bee laugh spitting acid up his throat. The absence of an amused snort or an entertained chuckle split a chasm in their heart. 

Sidra forced a snicker, “That sounds like a bad dad rock song.” Lifting his head, they squished up their nose, bared their teeth and sang, “THIS PLACE IS A WASTELAAAAAND!” 

It was a little out of tune, but Sidra felt the impression stood on its own. However, a peek at Bee sent blue eyes rolling back in his head, a slight snarl tugging at his lips. Sidra dampened instantly. 

Bee was unamused, Bee was nervous, and Bee was stressed. 

Pulling himself into a seated position, Sidra gently ran their fingers through Bee’s unruly hair, fear creasing his brow. Worrying their bottom lip, he asked, “Is there anything else you can eat?”

Eyes still closed in a faux show of serenity, Bee muttered, “Yeah.”

“But it…” The silence stretching between words was beginning to gnaw at Sidra’s insides. “It doesn’t quite do the trick, does it?”

A beat. Two.

Pain seeped into Bee’s voice. “...Yeah.”

He lifted a hand as if to reach for Sidra, then gave up halfway, his knuckles bouncing against the plush duvet. A low groan leaked from Bee’s throat, his tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips. A sharp canine gleamed in the bright light, eliciting a shiver that dripped from the crown of Sidra’s head, all the way to the tips of his toes.

They frowned, brushing Bee’s hair away from his forehead. He grumbled softly, turned his head and tried to dislodge Sidra’s touch.

Sidra huffed. Enough was enough. 

“Bee,” he tried, poking Bee’s cheek. “Beeee.”

Lips pulled towards his feet, Bee pointedly ignoring Sidra’s call. “Bee, Bee, Bee!”

A deep breath in, held for fifteen seconds. A timed exhale to help steady the nervous roiling in Sidra’s stomach. This time, when Sidra spoke, he dropped any playful pretense. “Björn.”

Blue eyes fluttered open, pupils contracting in the harsh light. He stared at Sidra, a fresh sort of vulnerability in each slow blink. He summoned enough strength to place his palm upon Sidra’s cheek, his skin cold and clammy. 

“Please?” Sidra leaned into his touch. “You’re looking a little pale.”

Perhaps it was sugar-coated, but Sidra wasn’t about to tell a starving vampire that he looked like fresh garbage. 

Though, maybe he should have, for Bee only snorted, “It can’t be that bad.”

With a pout, Sidra decided to take matters into their own hands. Slipping one leg around Bee’s waist, he carefully straddled him, leaning in close to dot his finger along every little speck of brown upon the bridge of Bee’s nose. “I can see your freckles more than ever,” they smiled, tracing a polygon on Bee’s cheek, “I could map a star chart on these bad boys.”

There was no response, Bee’s eyes slipping closed once more. 

“Nope! Not doing that again!” Sidra crowed, curling their fingers into the fabric of Bee’s shirt and hoisting him up into a seated position at the edge of the bed. Bee sighed in protest, slumping into Sidra’s arms. With a cheeky grin, Sidra shifted to place Bee’s mouth at the junction where their neck met their shoulder. In a small voice, Sidra reassured, “You won’t hurt me.”

Bee murmured, “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” Sidra sighed, the warm breath on his skin bursting butterflies from their cocoon in his stomach. “You won’t hurt me.”

Half expecting Bee to refuse once more, to continue their tug of war, it caught Sidra off guard when Bee straightened up, looked Sidra directly in the eyes and said, “Fine.”

Sidra’s heart skipped a beat. They blinked, momentarily stunned. When Bee failed to rescind his response, Sidra tugged their shirt away from their neck, laughing nervously, “Well, you could at least sound a little excited about–OH!”

It happened too fast for Sidra to truly process the motions. One second, Bee was looking at Sidra with his brows drawn together in a manner that resembled an adorable guilty puppy, the next, his lips were brushing against the column of their neck, his tongue laving up towards their jaw. A pleased hum vibrated Bee’s frame, and Sidra gasped a giggle, slightly ticklish. The sharp inhale of breath accompanied each peppered kiss to Sidra’s skin, up and down, up and down his throat, and just when Sidra thought that Bee would bail, would pull away and apologize for being so reckless, he felt a pinch.

Bee’s sharp incisors pierced at the base of Sidra’s neck, a splash of pain instantly numbed by the tingling pleasure that lanced down their spine. A sinful sound spilled from Sidra’s parted lips, their pupils dilating before their eyes closed in an overwhelming haze. The bright light of the hotel room burned orange behind his eyelids, Sidra’s fingers grabbing at Bee’s oversized jacket, pulling himself as close as possible as if to close any sort of distance between them. The slight movements of Bee’s wet lips sent a blush blooming forth from the bite, painting Sidra with a brush of pink, curling around their ears and splashing the apples of their cheeks. 

It was like nothing he had ever felt before. In fact, it was not unlike the sensation of giving blood, when a needle slips beneath that thin layer of skin that holds you together. A strange tug to your very core, a thread unwinding, suspended in your veins before growing tighter, and tighter, and tighter and oh, Sidra felt like he was going to snap. Bee’s hands cradled Sidra’s face, gripped his hip with a devotion that belonged to the most romantic of melodies, and Sidra decided then that Bee could drain him of all life if he could live on as part of him. 

Pulse slowing, Sidra’s head dropped to rest on Bee’s soft blonde hair as he sucked and sucked, Sidra’s fingertips going numb, his vision blurring. Slumping against Bee, it was as though the tables had been turned, Bee holding his lover upright as they sacrificed themselves, as they fell on their sword to save him. The orange glow had turned to a white now, enticing Sidra with a cool breeze to combat the delightful warmth racking their body. 

But no. They knew they couldn’t waltz towards the light now. Instead, Sidra loosened his grip on Bee’s jacket, tapped his chest with two fingers and murmured an unintelligible protest. In a single beat, Bee’s fangs slid from his skin to be replaced by a barrage of kisses, blooming from his shoulder all the way up past his jaw, little blossoms bursting upon his cheeks and the tip of his nose. Hooking his arms around Sidra’s limp frame, Bee squeezed Sidra tight, so tight that he could feel the beat of his heart through his ribs. Sidra could've sworn they drummed in sync. 

“Better now?” Sidra mused–a soft, dazed sound–as Bee wiped the dark blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. 

There was a hint of resignation glinting in his alert, satisfied eyes. “Better.”

Crawling off of Bee’s lap, Sidra slung one arm around Bee’s shoulders, forcing him to tumble back into the mattress alongside them. With a wispy giggle, Sidra bounced with the box spring, deciding, “This feels like a Snickers commercial. You’re not you when you’re hungry.”

And Bee laughed, pulling Sidra close and burying his face beneath their jaw. "Good one."

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Ryoga came and went, so he could fight here and there. Mostly though, he was left to his own devices for training and skill development.

His father rarely engaged him in sparring without having some sort of other motive spurring him into action.

Ranma didn’t know how to not live out of a backpack with the few items of clothing he could carry on him at any time.

Akane was virtually the only source of entertainment he could count on in the beginning. He could easily provoke her into a sparring match or into chasing him down the street. He found himself seeking out the interactions more and more as he was in Nerima longer. He could easily irritate her into a chopstick battle if his father was leaving his meal alone, because he was too busy chatting with his old friend or watching the TV. A quick grab of her pickles or vegetables would irk her into trying to grab something from him.

He could hone his speed and aggravate her more by preventing her from getting even.

When Akane was studying though, it was harder to get her to join him in movement. She kept her head down so he couldn’t visually provoke her into engaging with him, and would put headphones on so he couldn’t audially distract her. If he touched her to get her attention, he would get tossed out of her room and a good scolding from Kasumi, which led to teasing from the old men about being in Akane’s room.

It was frustrating at first.

Then he discovered Akane’s manga collection. It was small at first, but it was something to do while he laid on her floor (or on the roof he had been banished from her bedroom). He could read and wiggle his legs or do push-ups. It kept him moving but also kept his brain engaged.

He never had books on the road. They were heavy to carry and easily damaged. He didn’t know he liked reading until he started going through Akane’s books rapidly.

She noticed the wear on her books from his re-reading, but she didn’t say anything to him. Just went out and bought new books for him to read. He discovered they had a similar interest in topics – mostly action or shounen manga. She would buy a few romances here and there, but he would make so much gagging while reading it, that she always bought a few other options for him.

Once she scolded him and told him he wasn’t being forced to read the book. He snarked back at her that it was his selection for the week. She had almost told him that he could buy books himself, but she bit her tongue.

Rarely did she read a volume before he did.

It annoyed her at first, but eventually she stopped even noticing when he took a book to read. It was just how they did things.

Ranma was always commenting on how much stuff his father had accumulated a few months into their stay at the dojo.

“How do you plan on bringing that with you while training?” Ranma had panned at his father when the bald man came home with a new scroll. “What use does that have while on the road? It’s only going to get damaged in our bags.”

Akane had overheard his comment, but not Mr. Saotome’s response. Her ears had started to ring and her heart felt like it stopped.

Ranma didn’t really think he was going to go back on the road, did he?

The thought of him leaving hit her hard, and she couldn’t exactly explain why.

She never wanted confirmation of his desire to leave her home, so she was always careful to never provoke it out of him. Buying him manga was one thing she could do to create a reason for him to stick around in her mind.

The first time he actually went on a training trip with his father, she was nervously checking to see how much he was packing. He had a very casual air about him, talking with Kasumi about how much rice to pack for the trip in front of her. Kasumi had been asking about other items he might need, but he was brushing off her suggestions.

“It’s only a three-day trip. No need to carry that much.” He had said. Akane found herself replaying the way he said it for hours afterwards, once the house had become quiet and she was nestled into her bed.

Was he lying? Was it a farce so he wasn’t bullied into staying?

Akane knew he wasn’t exactly the type to stay situated in a place for long. When Ranma and his father first moved in, she thought for sure they’d be gone in a month. Ranma as constantly squawked about going back to China.

Months had gone by, and now she didn’t know if she could handle him leaving. She never dared to think that she was scared of him leaving her in particular.

She snuck into the room the Saotome’s shared after they took off. She felt wrong going through Ranma’s things, despite him always finding a reason to sort through hers (even if she was in the room). Opening the drawer where he kept his shirts, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his favorite shirt on top.

He hadn’t brought his favorite shirt.

That meant he was coming back. No way that boy would dare leave his beloved red silk shirt somewhere he wasn’t going to be.

She touched the closures on the front tenderly, silently thanking them for assuring her that Ranma wasn’t taking his perpetual motioned self away for good. She shut the door quickly before her tears could stain the front of the clean and folded shirt, leaving behind evidence that she had snooped in his space.

Akane stopped at the store before dinner the night Ranma (and Mr. Saotome) were due back. She picked up the new releases she knew he would like, and a copy of his favorite volume. Maybe he would start to collect books like her, and he would leave even more proof of staying with her for good.

Ranma hadn’t thought much of her selection, coming into her room after dinner, assuming his favorite position on the floor with lots of room to wiggle. He read through the first two new volumes she had bought, before opening up the plastic on the copy she had bought for him.

She heard him crack the crisp new book open, and then a ‘hm?’.

“Akane?” He questioned, holding the book towards her. “You double bought. You already have this volume.”

Akane looked over her shoulder at him. “I know.” She said, trying to keep her voice steady, so he couldn’t tell she was nervous. “I bought you a copy. So you can keep it in your room.” She spun back around to her math homework so he couldn’t see the blush on her face.

That also meant she couldn’t see the blush on his face at her words. He gulped. Akane had bought him a book (present) and he didn’t know how to respond. They sat in silence for a moment, before he let out a small, “Thanks”.

Akane nodded in response, too afraid if she faced him he would be able to read her like the manga he had just cracked open seconds before.

Ranma had left her room later, with the volume tucked under his arm. He didn’t say anything more, but the fact he was receptive to owning something like a book said a million words to Akane.

He wasn’t planning on going back on the road if he was willing to own a book.

The gift of the book said a million words to Ranma. She had noticed what volume he had enjoyed and bought him his own copy for the house. The house he was wanted in – something he had never had before.

“Hey, jackass, she’s not interested.” There’s another voice, this time from behind you. You’d normally hate someone coming to your rescue, but this guy does not know how to take no for an answer. 

The guy in front of you holds his hands up in defeat, mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ to you before he shuffles off back to his group with his tail between his legs. You let out a sigh of relief before you turn in your chair to the voice that had rescue you. Now, this was a man. Taller than you, with a broad frame and tanned skin. Aviators tucked into his shirt, which was unbuttoned an almost obscene amount. Dark hair. Dark eyes. And a fucking moustache. You had no idea those were still the in thing with facial hair. 

“Thanks for that,” You smile, “I was a few sentences away from punching him so you might have just saved my job, boss man doesn’t take lightly to punching the customers.” You point a thumb behind you towards John. 

“Well, I’m happy to help,” Fuck, he had a lovely voice too, “You work here?” 

“Just a few shifts a week to keep me busy, it’s my first week back in town so still trying to get used to it.” You reply, taking a sip of your Sprite. 

“Name’s Javier,” He extends his hand, which you take in your own to shake, noticing fleetingly that they’re much bigger than your own, “Laredo born and bred?” He tilts an eyebrow at you as he takes a swig of whiskey. 

“Got me there,” You smirk, “What about you?” 

“Snap, although like you I’m back in town after being away for a few years.” 

“Go anywhere nice?” 

“Colombia, but for work, so no, not really,” He sighs and although you want to press further, you don’t, sensing this isn’t his favourite subject, “You?”