#scfwhip

Scott strummed idly on his lute as he glanced about the tavern. It was an absolute idiocy to come to Grimlands. Much more to Eastvale. The capital of the rotten empire of one count fWhip. Yet here he was. Playing old elven songs in an empire that hated elves. He'd be more likely to survive it if he went to Cliffs or Heilanthia. Maybe even Mythland.

But Scott was known to be a fool. And trusted his disguise and well practiced story. He did fool merchants of Pixandria and Mezalea. So he trusted he could fool miners and manual workers of Grimlands. And so far he did. To commoners he was a mere bard with a taste for danger and pointy ears.

He did not know that count fWhip liked to come to taverns to enjoy a drink and idle entertainment.

Yet here he was. His coat tossed on an empty chair. Loudly laughing and clapping as performers changed. And slowly it was coming up to Scott's turn. And he had no clue what to play.

“And now for the mysterious nameless elven bard,” the owner of the tavern announced and Scott entered the stage with a flourish of his cape and a silent nod.

He saw no use for words of introduction everyone who performed after fWhip entered quickly came up with. Instead he started to play and sing. He rarely sang lately.

He picked an old favourite. A tragic story of lovers who had the misfortune of being on opposing sides of a civil conflict. He did his best to translate the story from elven to common.

When he was done he got the loudest applause so far. But fWhip remained silent and sat as he slipped his wine. Staring at Scott as he bowed and returned to his seat.

This was bad. There was a chance fWhip recognised him. So he finished his beer. Packed up and snuck out the tavern. He could be pretty close to House Blossom? Or maybe better not. Fae liked music a bit too much. So maybe Cliffs? Gem shouldn't visit random taverns.

He didn't get too far before he was pulled into an alley and pushed against a wall by one count fWhip. “It's been a while Scott,” the count said with an amused smile. “Don't lie, we're both too smart for it,” fWhip scoffed as Scott started to open his mouth to refute. “I know your smell darling, there's no hiding from me now,” the vanpire growled.

Scott sighed. “Can't you just let me go? I have no interest in rebuilding Rivendell,” he said but didn't fight fWhip's grasp.

“You might not, but the Cod-lovers are looking for you pretty insistently. They think you'll be willing to challenge my claim to your ruined country,” fWhip laughed shortly at the end. Baring his fangs as a warning.

fWhip was right. And it was why he stayed away from his old allies' lands. If they found him he'd become a political pawn. If he was found in WRA lands then best case scenario he'd be executed worst, tortured and killed in secret in some dungeon. And either way his head would be sent to Jimmy.

Well, that is if anyone but fWhip found him.

But it was fWhip who had found him so he had no clue what would happen now. Count fWhip was one fickle man. No one knows what crazy ideas are swirling behind these stormy blue eyes.

“So what now?” Scott asked, shifting his weight and looking for a way to escape fWhip.

“Well, you can agree for us to get married willingly or I can torture you a bit first,” fWhip grinned as if this was a normal setting to offer someone a marriage.

“I see you've grown madder,” Scott said flatly.

fWhip shrugged. “One thing I wanted from the invasion of Rivendell ran away to play lute,” he grinned, baring his fangs again. Was he hungry or something?

Scott raised an eyebrow. fWhip joined the invasion just for him? Interesting. “Does your sister know I'm the only reason she had your help?”

“No,” fWhip shrugged as much as his hold on Scott allowed. “So? Will you go willingly or should I drag you?”

“I'll come willingly,” Scott sighed. Half a year of freedom wasn't too bad. He was running out of places to visit where he wouldn't be instantly recognised.

Following fWhip to his manor Scott let himself hum a happy melody. “Don't worry you're free to play as much as you'd like, especially for me,” fWhip grinned over his shoulder.

“That cape makes you look like you jumped out a book,” Scott huffed, shaking his head.

At the manor Scott shockingly got his own room. With guards posted outside and metal bars on his windows but still. He was not expecting fWhip would let him out of his sight until that wedding he had all planned out.

Scott never saw fWhip and Gem argue as loud and violently as when she saw Scott dressed in Grimlands fineries having breakfast with fWhip. Even if they left the room he could hear Gem call her brother mad.

Elven fWhip, much like his OG counterpart, wasn't meant to be heir of Rivendell due to their uncle not liking him but ended up as heir anyways after Gem got shipped off to the Overgrown.

Scott meanwhile is a human who was raised as the only heir of the Grimlands and his father's gunpowder industry. He's still suppose to be Aeor's champion, having Alinar as his past life.

You could imagine the kind of crisis the both would have finding that out, with fWhip learning that his boyfriend is his god's chosen one.

I could imagine a lot of teasing coming from fWhip eventually though. Like he'd joke about Scott being destined to be his hero or something.

Scott would've asked so many questions to fWhip all because of his predicament. He's the count of the Grimland's, he wasn't meant to be an elven chosen one. He's not even an elf.

As for the WRA, Scott's approach is in-line with most of his allies of trying to have better PR and generally trying to do what's best for his people. Pearl wants a better look for Mythland, Wizard Katherine wants to avoid war, idk about Sausage I'm still trying to figure him out but we'll see.

But, Scott would be the type to mess with people a lot in this AU. Being the Count he doesn't mind playing into the intimidation of his empire, but he can be really nice.

fWhip on the other hand, his reign is heavily focused on developing much of Rivendell's infrastructure and connections to other empires.

He's forced to keep out of any conflict by the council for the sake of Rivendell's image. Even Gem scolds him to not drag Rivendell to any unwarranted conflict.

He's still the type of guy to jump from one interest to another, and at one point his interest swung to redstone and gunpowder and what other nation does it better than the Grimlands?

Scott was the first one to try flirting with fWhip, although very casual, and wasn't expecting fWhip to flirt back. Elves have a reputation in the Grimlands to be a bit stuck up.

Either way this led to a lot of talking between the two of them and Scott was lucky that fWhip was a very unconventional elf who didn't mind dating mortals like him.

They became lovers in secret without any of their councils knowing.

fWhip thought that Gem would've scolded him for going after a mortal, nobility or not. But after confessing that to her, it only led to him learning that his sister have eyes for a certain Head Wizard.

He'd be first to call himself a hypocrite, fWhip thought as he watched Scott during a meeting of all the emperors. Why Katherine insisted on gathering them together if all they did was argue and exchange vague and veiled threats and insults was beyond him.

But back to him observing the leven half-dragon king. Scott looked exhausted. And trust him, fWhip would know what exhaustion looked better than most. He more than once caught himself in a mirror after working on a project. And he knew, being one himself, that half-dragons were fully capable of exhaustion.

He fully knew why Scott was exhausted. It wasn't just a few weeks since his brother tried to take over the world. It must have been hard knowing your sibling was in an eternal magical prison for consorting with demons. Not to mention all the horrors they all had to go through to get him there.

So, even if fWhip was usually wary of Scott. It was in every dragon's nature to be wary of other dragons unless mated. He decided he needed to talk to Scott. Everyone else seemed to ignore the obvious. Not to mention that Scott pretty much only left his empire for these meetings. And fWhip might have overheard about him withdrawing from all his alliances. Just suddenly turned neutral to all his ‘friends’. Even from Jimmy what fWhip took worrying amounts of pleasure from. Well, he could always blame Scott being pretty for that.

So once the meeting was over. Just like last time no issue Katherine raised got solved. In fWhip's opinion best solutions involved explosives and ended with big holes. Sausage and Jimmy have been cordial ever since weren't they? Back on topic. Once the meeting was over, fWhip told his allies he needed to go back sooner but instead of going back to Grimlands he followed Scott.

He wasn't trying to hide so he was not shocked Scott landed halfway to his empire and waved at him. “What are you following me for?” The elf asked. Wings spread slightly in a threatening manner but fWhip could see them shake slightly.

“When did you last sleep?” Fwhip asked instead of responding. “Who like who, but I'd know how long we can go without sleep, no? And I can see your wings shaking. You need to sleep Scott,” he scolded, refusing to return Scott's hostile stance. He wasn't here to pick a fight for once.

Scott stared at him, likely trying to come up with a good excuse. He likely didn't but he spoke anyway. “How are you expecting me to sleep? I literally can't with the nightmares fWhip,” he huffed and yawned, likely against himself judging by the blush.

fWhip sighed. Of course Scott had nightmares. “You want a potion for dreamless sleep? It'll take a bit to make but you can stick around my place while I work on it. Who knows, some actual company might help too,” he offered. fWhip rarely offered potions to not friends or allies.

Scott stared at him in disbelief. “Do you really expect me to agree to be alone with you?” He asked but his wings relaxed.

“I can ask Gem to come over too if that makes you more comfortable,” he shrugged. Even with that one incident Gem and Scott had a pretty cordial relationship. Not to mention she had a reputation as a peacemaker.

“No need to bother her, I'll go with you,” Scott sighed, likely having thought the whole offer over.

“Okay, you first,” fWhip nodded and took a step back so Scott could take off towards Grimlands.

“Why me first?”

“So I can catch you if you pass out,” fWhip grinned. He knew Scott would hate being saved by him.

With a huff and a mutter of something that sounded like a complaint Scott took off. fWhip followed as close as he safely could. He had to admit, it'd probably be fun to race with Scott if he wasn't so exhausted.

The first thing fWhip did after they arrived was have Scott send a message to Rivendell that he was fine, just getting help solving his nightmare problem. And then let, practically dragged, Scott to his alchemy lab.

“Sit wherever, the potion should be ready in about an hour, try to sleep if you can,” he instructed while changing out of his nicer - less filthy and burnt - coat.

Scott did, taking the only chair there. Well, there was still fWhip's cot for when he couldn't drag himself into his real bed after experimenting for too long.

The potion wasn't hard. It just took some time to properly brew. So he occasionally snuck in looks at Scott. He observed fWhip carefully. Arms crossed over his chest. Clearly tense as his leg bounced up and down. Attempt to keep himself awake? fWhip felt a bit bad with how often Scott was yawning. But not enough to offer a real bed. He'd likely refuse it anyway.

Scott actually fell asleep shortly before the potion was done. Soft snoring was what alerted fWhip to the fact. He still finished and bottled the batch. It didn't look like Scott was currently having a bad dream. Aside from some mumbling between the snores he seemed quite peaceful.

With a sigh fWhip gently picked Scott up. If his calculations were correct the manor should be empty save for the patrol outside. He didn't like having people in his house while he slept.

Now, he could just leave Scott in a guest room. Put the potions on the nightstand. Maybe leave a letter if he felt particularly nice. It's what he'd do if it was anyone else in his arms - maybe aside from Gem. But this was Scott. Nothing was ever this simple when Scott was involved. Scott had fWhip's damned instincts oedge just by existing near him.

And not the aggressive, territorial instincts. fWhip had him wanting to act like an idiot. Some part - he'd never admit it was the whole - of his brain liked Scott. And wanted to mate Scott. Court him with gifts and all that. But fWhip was a realist and knew there was no way Scott would like him back. So he just suffered silently.

But as for now? Now he took Scott to his own bed. To keep an eye on him, he pushed the excitement down. He was absolutely not coming up for excuses for when Scott woke up.

Or so he could tell himself. But he could not deny the warm feeling when he tucked Scott in. His brain was too happy about the situation. So with a huff, fWhip got his coat off and removed his shoes before getting into the bed as well. Once the potions were safely on the nightstand that is.

Scott woke up the most rested he's been in days. He still felt dead tired. But not as much as when he spoke with fWhip. He felt he needed to apologise for likely making a ruckus, even if he couldn't really control it, but he felt so comfy and warm. His draconic side was practically purring in his head…

Why would he be comfy on that chair in fWhip's lab? He couldn't… Wouldn't… With panic building up Scott's eyes opened. All he could see were dark sheets. He tried sitting up but something… someone stopped him.

“Just sleep,” he froze as fWhip spoke. Voice heavy and coarse from sleep. Scott looked down. All he could see was fWhip's hair and horns. And the count was purring. Scott himself as well.

“fWhip? What… why are we in one bed?” He asked while trying to wiggle out of fWhip's hold against what his dragon part was telling him. Damn fWhip for being nice and pretty.

“You fell asleep, looked pretty peaceful so I let you sleep and brought you here, stayed in case you woke up from nightmares,” fWhip explained as if he was explaining his next plan. It shouldn't have sounded as attractive as it did.

Scott gave up trying to escape. fWhip was pretty strong for his size. And pleasantly warm. “Once I'm rested we need to talk,” Scott sighed as he settled as comfortably as he could with fWhip clinging to him.

Scott was a courtier in name only. In reality he was more of a prisoner. He could not leave the castle grounds alone after all. Had to accept any duels the king wanted him to accept. To follow all of the king's orders if he wanted to keep his head. A hefty price for a rebellion he didn't even start. Scott was just a relative, las relative to be exact, of the man who did. But even if he didn't participate he had to pay the price for having traitor's blood in his veins.

So Scott did as he was told. Never left the palace. And dismantled anyone whose challenge king made him accept with speed and precision. That was what the king wanted to see after all. Hiding resentment behind the polite mask of a courtier. Ignoring all whispers that followed wherever he went.

He never had much to do with the king's royal spawn. Aside from a few duels from older princes or knights hoping to impress the princesses. All of them lost. King just said to duel them, not to let them win. He thought that aside from that he was invisible to the king's partially draconic progeny.

So why was one of the younger princes. One whose coming of age was nearest. Accosting him in an isolated alcove near the library? Prince fWhip of all of the royal spawn should have the least interest in the lone elf.

“Could you please enter and win the competition for my hand?” the prince asked. His wings and tail totally blocked Scott's escape.

“Why me?” Scott asked, forcing out a polite tone. fWhip was pretty handsome for a half-dragon spawn of the king. Sure. But Scott didn't want to be hanged for trying to marry him.

“Because I'm asking nicely,” the prince huffed. Clearly annoyed there was no immediate agreement to his frankly ridiculous request.

“Your father would sooner have me hanged than allow me to participate,” Scott sighed, shaking his head. It wasn't the first time he was asked to marry someone. Probably not the last either.

“I'll talk to him about allowing it,” fWhip insisted, like a spoiled brat prince he no doubt was behind that pretty face.

“Why not ask one of the many knights around? I'm just a glorified courtier,” Scott continued arguing against this idiocy. If he wanted to die he could just jump from the highest tower.

“Because I don't want them… Please. I don't want to .sorry some idiot I don't know…” fWhip shocking resorted to pleading.

“I'd argue you don't know me that well either,” now Scott was seriously looking for a way to escape that did not involve the window. It was high enough for the fall to hurt but not enough to kill him.

“I know you well enough to know you'll actually respect my opinion,” fWhip huffed out along a puff of smoke. “Especially when hormones take my logical thinking away,” he added, much quieter.

So that's what it was all about. fWhip's damned dragon half and his first heat. And likely all heats after. Being a royal had to be so much pain.

“Find someone else who will respect your wishes,” Scott shook his head and tried to push past the prince.

Not that it worked. It just got fWhip to actually grab him and push the elf against a wall. “Please?” He practically whined, face buried in Scott's shirt.

Scott tried to push him away but it only had the princes’ hold on his short tighten. “Please let go of me,” Scott hissed, looking around for any maid who could run to the king and give him a totally false, embellished version of the story. “Fine, I'll participate but only if the king agrees I can not promise I'll win. And you'll ask him,” Scott relented just to avoid any stern talking to. “And no mentioning you want to marry me or whatever.”

“I know, I'll just say I want to really challenge my future mate,” fWhip grinned. Mood instantly improved and ran off. Likely to instantly talk to his father.

Scot internally cursed the demonic dragon spawn prince as he fixed his clothes. Still checking for any maids or guards who might have seen or overheard them.

Over the next few days the castle was abuzz with rumors of kind and fWhip having constant, loud arguments. Scott knew it had to be about him participating. King likely didn't want to risk Scott winning the dueling competition for the princes' hand. And virginity…

“Any clue what the prince might be so insistent about?” Joel, one of the knights already ‘bound’ to different royal spawn asked. He was lucky, princess Lizzie was pretty reasonable as far as royal spawn went. Unlike fWhip.

"No clue, but I guess it's to do with the tournament,” Scott shrugged, poking at his food. Why can't he be just a normal prisoner? Locked in the deepest dungeon around? fWhip, surely, wouldn't find him there.

Everyone tensed as fWhip approached the table. “Father wants to speak with you after the dinner,” he announced and marched off to the royal demon spawn table. Scott just sighed heavily. Shrugging at the questioning look from the royal bound knights sat nearby.

Scott stopped eating as soon as the king got up and left. Waiting just a couple minutes before leaving to follow him. Fully expecting to hear that his execution would be the opening to fWhip's birthday festivities.

“You wished to speak to me, your highness?” He asked once in the king's office.

“fWhip wishes for you to participate in the duel tourney,” the king announced, his stare heavy in the elf's shoulders.

Scott blinked few times. His shock was fully genuine but it was for reasons the king thought. They were not talking about him being executed? “Why?”

“Says he wants to be sure his husband is really the best out there,” the king scoffed. He was clearly unhappy with the request but liked his children too much to deny them anything. Even if in this case he clearly tried.

“He's aware what might happen if no one beats me?”

“He is. And said he doesn't care, that he will only marry the best duelists in the land and that it would be unfair to not include you,” the king sighed. Last three days of listening to fWhip complain had to be a lot.

“He'll instantly realize and raise hell if I let anyone win without putting my all into a duel,” Scott was really trying to find an exit from this.

“Which is why you'll be restricted to only using your left arm, it's the only way I'm allowing this,” King's distaste for the whole matter was apparent. Scott was the only and last full blooded elf living in his lands aside from travelers. He really did not like the idea of any of his children being married to an elf.

“And if, by any chance,I still win?” Scott dared to ask. At this point risking an execution was not that terrible of an idea.

“Then you better make sure he's the happiest man alive and protect him with your miserable life,” king's tone left nothing to the imagination. He'd really hate that outcome but knew it was a big possibility. And that Scott's as good as dead the moment anything harms fWhip.

“Understood,” Scott nodded and left before the king changed his mind about upsetting fWhip with Scott's execution.

The news of Scott participating in the tourney quickly spread in the castle. And with them grew the usual hostility fWhip faced from everyone but the lowest of kitchen and stable staff. There were even a couple assassination attempts at Scott's life. Sadly they failed due to his immunity to all poisons and toxins. A servant did die, making the king aware. Thus an announcement was made.

Anyone who'd resort to such cowardly tactics was unworthy of the king's son's hand and would be disqualified as soon as the king knew who they were. Scott was participating just so the king could be sure his son married the best duelist just as was his wish. No matter who they were.

That cut the assassinations but not the even nastier rumors and gossip. Something about Scott having the prince under a charm. How foolish. He did not know any magic much less magic capable of charming a dragon.

Other than assassins, Scott was also avoiding fWhip. The prince seemed to be looking for a chance to talk one on one with him. Not what Scott needed at the moment. So he ended his practice, only with his right hand, early. Ate either in the kitchens or as late as possible. Avoided any secluded spaces. Like that nook by the library.

The day of fWhip's birthday celebrations, the day before his actual birthday due to the heat thing, came far too soon for Scott's liking. He could just hope someone was able to beat him.

Halfway through the tourney Scott's hope started to more than slowly die. As much as using his left hand was challenging the start he started getting used to it. And every opponent got easier and easier to beat.

And the king's gate got stronger. And fWhip's favoritism more obvious. If only the prince at least tried to pretend he's interested in any duel that doesn't include Scott…

In the end Scott remained undefeated. And his last opponent had it in him to be angry Scott was using his left hand. Scott just shrugged and admitted that after the whole day there was little difference. And the duel was repeated where he was allowed his right hand. Winning even taster.

By the evening he was married to fWhip. “I knew you'd win even with my father's dumb condition,” fWhip grinned once they were alone at their wedding feast. Scott could smell his heat was slowly coming closer and closer. He'd have one hell of a problem in the morning.

Especially with his usually easy to push back instincts and desires waking up and being more than slightly interested. Not like the king could execute him now without fWhip being very sad. But it was still troublesome.

Actually, it was pretty obvious what was happening soon even without the smell. fWhip was one clingy dragon spawn. One wing and tail wrapped around Scott. Not letting go of his arm even for a moment. Trying to feed Scott. Trying to drown the grumpy elf in affection.

“I didn't,” Scott grumbled, trying and failing to free his arm. Eating with his left wasn't as easy as wielding a sword with it. “Let go of my arm so I can eat,” he asked.

fWhip hesitated but let go of him. “We'll cuddle later,” he grinned. Scott was too tired, both mentally and physically to even try to argue.

It came back to bite him as soon as the door to their new, befitting royal couple rooms closed. He'd have to share a bed with fWhip now, wouldn't he. There was no escaping the clingy half-dragon now. Or ever.

And eager to share the bed with Scott, fWhip was. Practically dragged him to the darn thing. “Can I at least have a bath first?” Scott asked with a resigned sigh. What a mess he got tangled in.

“Only if I can join you,” fWhip grinned.

Damned clingy brat, Scott thought but agreed. “But no funny business, I'm tired.”

Shockingly fWhip behaved himself and didn't even try to touch Scott. He did stare a lot but he could live through that.

"Not even gonna try anything?” Scott asked when fWhip nicely went into bed without as much as even asking for a kiss. Not a bad thing, just shocking after lengths he went to to have Scott right here.

“You're right, we'll need plenty of energy tomorrow,” the prince grinned and Scott groaned. Did he really have to do that with this brat? Considering they were married? Yes.

The next morning had Scott waking up to a low, clearly aroused growl of his name. He slowly opened his eyes with a long yawn but seeing fWhip, shirtless and flushed, straddling his waist had him awake instantly. He wasn't even getting time for breakfast? “Scott~,” fWhip repeated his growl, grinding slightly against the part of Scott's anatomy that was too awake and interested for the early hour.

“Can't it wait until after breakfast?” Scott asked. He was not a morning person and the sun was barely starting to rise up outside. Far too early for Scott.

Not for fWhip though. Or at least his currently very horny brain. “No, I need you,” he protested, grinding his hips harder. “Now,” he pouted rather cutely.

All Scott could manage at the moment was a yawn. Don't get him wrong. fWhip was dang pretty with his pale skin, blue eyes and ginger hair. Even if he was part dragon. In all honesty the way his wings and tail twitched at the moment was utterly adorable. But Scott was still half asleep and a bit slow to register facts. “Okay, okay,” he sighed and yawned one more time. There were worse things to wake up to, he guessed, than his horny husband. “Come here and watch the wings,” Scott sighed as he pulled fWhip into a kiss.

“Wha?” fWhip managed to choke out before Scott swapped their positions. Sprawled out against pillows was also a good look for him. “Scott,” he practically purred, melting as Scott kissed and lightly nipped along his jaw.

“Hmm, you're lucky you're cute, I wouldn't wake up for anyone else,” Scott grinned. He might have some fun with fWhip. Not like the king could execute him now. Not without fWhip having a lot to say.

“Please…” fWhip breathed, trying to chase Scott's lips into another kiss but his hands remained useless on the bed.

“Please what?” Scott teased.

“Please fuck me?” fWhip battles his eyelashes at the elf.

"That's a lot of force for your size," Scott huffed, rubbing his ribs as fWhip sat up and turned to glare at him. "I bring you home, tuck you in as you ramble nonsense, get held here against my will and then punched, how brutal," he sighed. All the time behind his voice there was this rumble that made fWhip feel weird and all flustered.

"You're free to leave," fWhip huffed, noticing he was in different clothes than at the party. Did Scott...

"I let your drunk self change, which is why your shirt is front on back," Scott yawned, the rumble finally dying down as he scratched his back around the base of one of his wings. fWhip, being a curious individual, always had the urge to touch Scott's draconic appendages. They were fascinating, sue him.

"Not even going to offer breakfast as a thank you? How rude," Scott faked a pout as he pulled off his shirt - one of fWhip's that anyway didn't go below where his wings were on his back. fWhip's brain liked Scott. Some part of it he failed to squash down. It liked his slightly curly hair and the two small golden horns. His cyan eyes and dumb overconfident smirks...

fWhip grumbled something rude in frustration. Of course, Scott was going to be a nuisance. His brother was much easier to handle but he decided to go get married and leave Rivendell to his little brother's militaristic flavour of nuisance. The only good thing that came out of that was Rivendell pulling out of Cod Alliance. It got them into a twist and let fWhip defuse a pretty bad situation. 

Because messing with Jimmy was fun and all but a full-on war Sausage would like to happen was not.

"I'm not kicking you out, just saying you can leave if you want to, feel free to stay for breakfast," fWhip rolled his eyes as he left - or tried to leave the bed. He got stopped by Scott pulling him back. "Wha..."

"Aren't you interested in how you managed to keep me here?" he asked before fWhip even registered what was going on and could struggle. "You asked so nicely for me to stay, to not leave you alone... Why? Who..."

"It's not your business, I was drunk," fWhip quickly gathered his scattered wits and protested. 

"Do you think I'm blind? I know how it feels to be bitter about a sibling's decisions," Scott almost hissed right into fWhip's ear. "Do you think I'm blind or dumb? That I don't notice when you stare at me?" he continued and fWhip froze.

He was sure he was sneaky, that he was never caught when he looked at how Scott interacted with his brother and, or Joey. "It's none of your business," fWhip repeated through gritted teeth. "And I have never stared at you," he added and Scott finally, after a long, tense, silent, moment let go of him.