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❅✈ never let's mc out of his sight ever again.

❅✈ In fact, he bans mc from going outside till he's found this guy.

❅✈ only takes caleb a week to find zayne's house and is knocking at his door, his arms crossed n everything.

❅✈ but when zayne appears, caleb's expression changes - he was v neat and presentable; even the way he spoke, incredibly eloquent - nothing like those rowdy bullies around the block, nothing like him.

❅✈ caleb thanks zayne for what he did, and shoves a WHOLE bag candy to his chest before running away.

❅✈ this is zayne's first impression of caleb... that he's super sweet (he was won over by the candy, trust).

❅✈ this leads to both caleb and mc finally on a consensus that zayne is a new friend (zayne doesn't know this at all)

❅✈ they'll show up at his door once a week, then twice, then... well you get it.

❅✈ by this time, zayne's parents are so overjoyed to see zayne with new friends, bc they lowk felt bad moving for the 377358th time.

❅✈ but to see that the neighbouring kids were this persistent was super cute to them.

❅✈ zayne himself wasn't all too overjoyed bc he wants to stay and do his study time.

❅✈ but sometimes, caleb would literally sneak through his window to pester him out.

❅✈ I'm talking, his pencil just magically floating out of his fingers, his paper flying away into a folded plane.

❅✈ zayne learns its must easier to dedicate some time to playing (babysitting) with the two than rejecting them.

❅✈ caleb and mc are soooo smitten with zayne (though caleb would never admit it verbally)

❅✈ caleb totally does sneak out at night sometimes (without mc) to hang out with zayne.

❅✈ zayne is a little spooked at first, but soon realises that perhaps this is what it means fo have a friend.

❅✈ caleb yaps and yaps about his little meimei, about his love for the sky and wanting to fly one day, about the other boys in the neighbourhood who he roughed up... etc.

❅✈ at first caleb had put up a facade with zayne, as he does with everyone, but over time, he's learnt to be himself - especially since zayne often patches his up after his scuffles w the other boys, and at night, when he yaps away, he really just feels at ease.

❅✈ after months of this, one night, zayne finally yaps back and caleb genuinely feels his heart thumping.

❅✈ like the kid gets goosebumps hearing more than 2 sentences out of his mouth and starts to look at zayne with big beady eyes, wanting fo hear more.

❅✈ zayne obviously gets nervous and stops straight away, but when caleb scowls he'll stutter a bit and continue.

❅✈ eventually caleb makes it clear to zayne that he's the only one he trusts with his little meimei and zayne gets a little nervous.

❅✈ not because he cant handle mc, but because he doesn't want to mess up when he's given such high praise.

❅✈ caleb fails to notice this anxiety, and so he doesn't understand when suddenly zayne grows a bit more distant to the two.

❅✈ but it only pulls them closer tbh.

❅✈ for the first time mc would hug zayne out of nowhere he totally looks to caleb asking for help.

❅✈ caleb is totally jealous, lets out a scandalous gasp and pulls mc back with his evol, only to hug zayne himself!

❅✈ que zayne becoming even MORE flustered cos what?!

(It turns into a group cuddle)

❅✈ when mc and caleb learn he gets flustered easily, its honesty over for the poor boy. caleb obviously keeps his meimei in check, but he isnt too worried abt it all.

❅✈ he has granted zayne the golden apple approval (he still wont let mc get too close tho let's be fr)

anyways, back to trio interactions ~

❅✈ caleb and mc love to tease zayne

❅✈ zayne alone would only tease caleb

❅✈ sometimes will playfully add a remark here and there when caleb is teasing mc

❅✈ thinks of mc and caleb as his little siblings, and will addresses them as such.

❅✈ leading to mc calling zayne 'gege', which makes caleb sick to his stomach for the first few months.

❅✈ but caleb doesn't call zayne that way at all, he calls zayne by his name bc he wants to be his friend, he's literally the coolest guy in the neighbourhood- but if he's talking to other ppl about zayne, he'll say he's his gege

❅✈ zayne isnt as touchy feely as caleb and mc, but find it super cute - especially when mc is upset and the only way caleb can cheer her up is with a kiss on both her cheeks.

❅✈ zayne hasn't ever had to deal with a crying mc bc mc for some reason only becomes a drama queen when caleb is near.

❅✈ but near zayne, she has the tough girl act, which doesn't fool zayne one bit bc he still sees her as a little baby (in a nice way).

❅✈ the only time zayne sees her crying is one day when she turns up in front of his doorstep in tears, all alone.

❅✈ zayne panics at the sight, wondering why she's alone, and is almost ready to get the phone to call josephine.

❅✈ but mc stops him and says no.

❅✈ zayne realises he can be persuaded by a crying mc then and there and ends up spoiling her the whole day.

Hands held, they walk around and get ice cream till mc finally tells zayne what's wrong (caleb forbade her from entering his room for a week and wont even talk fo her bc he is sick and doesn't want her to catch it).

❅✈ zayne is super logical with his explanation and way of comfort. but when none of it works, he'll sigh and kiss her forehead. mc totally shuts up and sucks back any tear from falling ever again.

❅✈ shes super blushy and nervous even as he walks her back home.

(que caleb watching from his window, so totally betrayed at the sight of them)

(zayne totally aware that caleb is watching, might even throw in an extra hug before letting mc back in her house)

(totally lingers a while when he heard loud footsteps and then caleb calling for mc - he needs to know that he did a good job reuniting them okay?! He's totally not there to hear the tea)

❅✈ zayne will always consider them siblings, rather than friends, because he holds it to a higher degree.

❅✈ a part of him knows that perhaps its to believe that their bond is tighter.

❅✈ that no matter how far he moves away, no matter how long he distances himself, they'll always be linked to him.

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Caleb grabs the back of your head and drags you into a harsh kiss. It's sloppy and he's making all kinds of noises as Zayne continues to work both his cock and ass.

"Needa taste you." He mumbles against your lips.

"Whatever the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets." You say as you pull away to slip off your underwear.

Caleb wastes no time in lying back on the bed, pulling his feet up to rest on the edge so that Zayne can keep stretching him open, preparing him for his cock.

"Right here, baby." Caleb says, tapping his lips. "Sit that pretty pussy right on my face."

You swing a leg over his head, planting your hands on his broad chest to steady yourself and also to keep watching Zayne suck Caleb into his mouth.

Caleb runs his hands up and down your thighs, biting his lip while he stares at your drenched and glistening cunt. You gasp as he pulls you down with his evol and then that man is eating.

You scrabble at his chest, short little whimpers leaving your mouth while he's practically shoving his face into your pussy. His tongue flicks at your clit, his nose digs into your hole and he's slurping up every single bit of cum he drags out of you.

"Ooohh my god, Caleb!" You cry. "Your mouth feels - shit - it feels so so good."

You feel him hum against you, his head moving side to side as if trying to work his way even further into you. He's grabbing your hips and pushing you harder onto his face, tongue pressing firmly against your clit as it works you closer and closer to climax.

Zayne's watching you with hooded eyes, enjoying the view of you subtly rocking your hips against Caleb's face, breasts gently bouncing from the motion. He's working the third and final finger into Caleb's tight hole, lube squelching with every push and stretch, while the other hand leisurely strokes his boyfriend's cock. He wants him to feel completely overwhelmed with pleasure, to forget everything else going on his life, to forget every shit little detail he has to deal with for the Fleet. Caleb deserves to be spoiled and they will always be the ones to do it.

"Is he going to make you come?" Zayne asks you.

"Y-yeah..." You whine. "He-he's sucking my clit and it feels so fucking good."

"Make her come on your face," He says louder to the man underneath you. "And then I'll fuck you."

You didn't think Caleb could eat you out with anymore determination than he already was but he always did love to prove you wrong. He keeps sucking your clit between his lips and his tongue joins to torture your poor little bud. He's moaning into your cunt just from the taste of you and you dread to think the absolute mess you're making of his face.

Two fingers are suddenly pushed into your hole and waste no time honing in on your g-spot.

"Yes, yes, right there!" You buck your hips against Caleb's mouth. "Please, please, m'gonna come so hard."

"Come for us." Zayne says, rising to his feet to position his cock at Caleb's waiting hole.

You explode with a cry, more cum drools out of your pussy around Caleb's fingers and he slurps it up with enthusiasm.

The grip around your hips tightens and you feel the vibrations more than you hear the groan from the man beneath you as you watch Zayne push into Caleb's ass. His cock bobs and twitches with every inch that's pushed into him and you can't help but reach out and grasp it.

When Zayne bottoms out they both sigh.

"So tight." He says through clenched teeth.

You start to lazily jerk Caleb's cock, eyes zeroed in on Zayne's cock slowly moving in and out of his ass. But then all of a sudden you're pulled back down by your hips.

"Caaleeeb!" You whine. "M'too sensitive!"

"You wouldn't deny the birthday boy, would you?" He drawls.

You can hear the smirk in his voice, the bastard.

You let him pull you back down to his face. Mercifully he is far too distracted with Zayne's increasing pace to properly devour you as he was before, but you are still left twitching as he tongues your sensitive little clit.

The room fills with the sounds of your pleasure. Tortured whimpers from your overstimulation, muffled moans into your pussy, quiet grunts and the slapping of flesh on flesh as Zayne starts to fuck Caleb with purpose.

"Take him into your mouth." Zayne instructs you.

You eagerly obey, leaning down to suck on the head of Caleb's cock. You feel him groan into your cunt.

"Holy fuck," He mutters after reluctantly pulling away from you. "It's too mu-I can't-oh shit."

Zayne smiles triumphantly. This is what he wanted. For Caleb to utterly lose his mind and any comprehensive thought.

He gives in to the pleasure and lies his head back on the bed, face covered in your cum. He feels Zayne shift and suddenly the angle he's fucking him at is hitting his prostate with every thrust.

"Fuck!" Caleb shouts.

His fingers are digging into your thighs, nails biting at the skin but you don't care. You keep sucking at his cock, hand stroking the rest of the shaft you can't reach, and you're both being jostled on the bed from the force of Zayne's thrusts.

"You're doing - ngh - you're doing so good for us." Zayne says between breaths.

He's breathing heavy, pushing Caleb's thighs higher with his hands and he can't stop watching his cock plunge in and out of his ass.

"Don't know...oh god," Caleb struggles to get a coherent sentence out. "Not gonna...last long."

Zayne lets go of Caleb's legs to gather your hair in his hand. He wants an unobstructed view of you suckling on Caleb's cock. He begins to gently guide your movements so that your mouth moves up and down just the head of his cock. He knows it's the most sensitive part and he wants Caleb to lose that final thread of control.

"Can't-" Caleb whimpers quietly. "Feels too fucking good."

You allow Zayne to move you while your tongue gives small, gentle licks to the head of his cock. You slip your free hand down to softly caress his balls and you sense that's his undoing. He starts to twitch in your mouth.

"W-wanna come down your f-fuckin' throat." He stutters.

You hum your consent around his tip and not a second later his cum bursts into your mouth. You swallow it eagerly. Caleb presses his face against your thigh, muffling the loud moans spilling free from his lips. You only pull off of him when you feel a gentle bite to your thigh.

"Good girl." Zayne mutters to you with a smile.

Zayne now chases his release. He fucks Caleb hard, head tipped back and eyes closed in pleasure. Meanwhile you slowly rub the palm of your hand up and down Caleb's shaft, giggling lightly as a few more spurts of cum dribble out of his tip.

Zayne comes with a low grunt, shoving his cock as deep as it can go into Caleb's tight hole as he fills him up. You reach up to pull him into a kiss, he breathes heavily through his nose, cum still spilling out into Caleb's ass.

You pull away with a giddy smile and swing your leg back over Caleb's head. You can't help but giggle some more as you finally see his cum-covered, fucked out face. You lean down to give him a quick kiss on the nose, tasting yourself at the same time.

"Happy Birthday, Caleb."

"Oh," you exhaled.

Zayne rubbed his forehead. Why the hell were your knees showing? You couldn't have changed into pants? Did you need detailed instructions when he left you to clean up his own dick?

Furniture dragged across your bedroom.

"Get in the chair." His chuckle was dark, and with a thump partially muffled by thin fabric, but the slap of thighs on wood, Zayne knew that you were wearing rather short and baggy pajamas. Idiot.

"So, now you want to play nice— Ow! I'm so cute, you just had to pinch my cheeks, huh? Well, you know what I think? Naughty hands should be confiscated."

The dangle of metal.

"You're mean," you finally huffed, arms probably crossed tight against your body.

"I'm mean? In that case… shouldn't you be arresting me?"

You reached for the handcuffs, he blocked your kick with a palm around your ankle, and—

"Careful!" The back of the chair set gently onto the floor. With his gravity evol, or his hand gently behind your head?

Zayne's lip twitched. It must feel good to punch holes through drywall, he decided. Wondered if it would be possible to freeze you both from where he stood. No, he was certain that he could do it. But would you forgive him? Or feel too embarrassed to admit that any part of this night had ever happened?

There was a different rattle now. That apple necklace Caleb was never seen without, pulling him closer as the face eating continued.

Maybe he should just go home. It wasn't too late, right? But then, Josephine had wanted him to look over some documents in the morning. So he was trapped here. If Zayne's parents still lived down the street, he might crash at their place instead.

"You're hungry?"

Your hum was affirmative, and metal clinked against teeth. You two were disgusting. Though the scarf Zayne had fed you wasn't much better.

You started it. The dry humping picked up fast, as if you were starved for attention, weren't fucked-out and drooling in the past hour. Bodies rolled across the floor, and someone kicked the chair away until it dragged into a corner, the back lodged beneath your dresser.

Zayne could see it all in vivid detail. Worse than the murmur of your heart, every sappy moan, every starved grunt, and every change of positions in between was on high-definition display in his mind.

Maybe it wasn't accurate. Yeah, he could wish that.

"We can move closer," Caleb breathed, like he hadn't practically crawled into your skin enough already. Some more jostling. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but it sounded like you elbowed him. A slight that went unnoticed.

Listening to your heart gave him chest pain. Zayne was better off taking a walk. Stethoscope tossed aside, not even draped around his neck. His boner betrayed him, tucked up into the waistband, shoes slipped on. Would you even notice the door closing behind him?

The sky out here was the same as he remembered it. Leaves danced on their trees before it opened up, every star silent from planet earth. He paid attention to the wildlife, the gardens. How much growth and relocation happened since he last walked by here. It had been a while. Still smelled the same. You really should have opened a window to let that fresh air in, since the sun was already down.

A lap around the block was shorter than he remembered. A longer stride, a racing mind could do that. So he changed directions, this time toward a pharmacy. He'd find something sweet for himself. And a pill to swallow for you.

By the time Zayne returned, he thought your nighttime activities would have finished, and the home might finally be quiet. How wrong that was.

"No, don't! Caleb, don't do it."

"I'm not allowed to use my evol? But we've looked everywhere for the keys."

"If we break them, they—"

"They can be replaced, can't they? I mean, it's better than asking for a key while tied up with me, right?"

"Um…" You were thinking hard about something. "My colleagues… might be able to lend us one."

Caleb snorted, "Yeah, sure. Like you're ready to announce a relationship with your gege. It's not even legal, pipsqueak." His kiss on your temple was still sloppy. But at least Zayne had missed the main act.

He sighed, settling down with the morning-after pill, next to his stethoscope. It was time to put that thing away. Or listen to his own heartbeat first, it needed a reset. Zayne grounded himself on that steady sound. On the memory of each bat and possum he'd seen on the walk. On the fact that he was there, in case you had badly overexerted yourself. Though Caleb had some medical training and a lot of sense. He'd attended the vast majority of your appointments until diverging career paths kept him locked up in the sky. And he was still your emergency contact.

"Come on," Caleb's gentle voice reached Zayne's empty ears as he reorganized for the tenth time, deciding to read a novel that was left in this bag. "I'll make you a drink. Are you hungry?"

You squealed, and stumbling followed until the two of you passed Zayne into the kitchen. Legs like jello in mirrored sync, it was like you'd forgotten he was even there. Probably for the best.

A grin twitched on one side of Zayne's mouth, glad to have bought his own drink and miss the post-coital tea party.

"There's no food in that."

"I know," every object in the junk drawer hovered in a scattered array. "Thought you might have left a spare in here."

He was wrong, of course. The key that was kept in your childhood home for good luck is the one that you had been using. If memory served him right, and it always did, you'd claimed "A Wanderer ate it." However true or metaphorical that was, the first key was gone.

Caleb arranged a snack while you threw every unhelpful item back into the drawer. Then he looked through the toolbox, with the same outcome. Nothing fit just right.

"This isn't like the toy handcuffs from when we were kids. Being a real Hunter means having specialized equipment, but even then, it's not invincible."

"I'm not breaking these," you gritted your teeth, choosing a rather stupid hill to die on.

Zayne turned a page in his book.

"Wait," you gasped, getting up from the table just to stumble a few steps later.

"Where are you going?" Caleb laughed, "We are a package deal now, remember?"

"Zayne might have something," you pulled him up by the wrist.

"Him? He's not a firefighter. And besides, they have to break stuff off of people. Wouldn't be the first time."

"Zayne," you crossed your arms on the living room floor, shackled to your brother. "Please tell me you have extra keys."

"Where was the last place you saw it?"

"Um… Fuck if I know," you breathed. Arresting a Protocore smuggler didn't mean that you would be the one to release them.

Zayne sighed, "You're lucky I'm here. This was in my office after you left. If I hadn't recognized it, you both would be paraded through Linkon like criminals."

"Hey!"

Zayne chuckled under his breath, "At least I owned up to it."

"Caleb, swear my doctor-patient fucking to secrecy so that I can get these off in one piece."

"Selfish, much? You seem to forget that I'm locked in here as well."

You ignored him, eyes back on Zayne for once. As if you were seeing the tension in the room, figuring out how to cut through it with resonance evol.

"You should kiss."

"What?" Caleb looked confused, while you doubled down.

"Please? God, you're both acting so weird."

And you were the mature one?

Zayne looked away from your face to Caleb's. is gaze was unwavering, ready to perform any trick.

"Do it, Caleb. Earn back the key."

Zayne pinched the bride of his nose. He wasn't holding your property hostage. The key was most likely yours, but might have belonged to another Hunter instead. That's why he hadn't given it back earlier.

"What do you think, Zaynie? Am I…boyfriend material?" Caleb's pause was for dramatic effect. He was planning to say that the whole time. And it didn't even make sense.

"I think you two should go to bed. In separate rooms, preferably."

You pouted. And then switched. "It isn't fair, Caleb. Zayne didn't get any cuddles after sex. He washed his dick in the sink and then you were home."

"And whose fault is that? Who ignored my texts? I'm pretty sure someone is trying to make me jealous."

"Whatever the hell you two have, I don't want it." Zayne tried to rid himself of this conversation.

"You know, I think she's onto something," Caleb rubbed his chin. "It is fair. Someone gave you and I the cuck chair in a single night. Let's give her a taste," Caleb nodded toward you, but kept his focus on Zayne.

His green eyes flickered. Perhaps unconventional, it was a way to blow off some steam. And it was, admittedly, a fair punishment.

"Alright. Let's go. Put her in the chair."

Your mouth fell open, but curiosity prevailed behind your eyes. Caleb guided you back to the bedroom, that short metal chain clinking with each step.

Zayne arrived a moment later. The chair was once again erect, Caleb standing by your side like a loyal knight, while he could not move freely (if obediently), and his evol weighed heavily on your thighs.

"Good." With the key in hand, Zayne knelt down and unlocked the cuff from Caleb's ankle. And then tightened it around a wooden bar on your chair. It had some new scuff marks from earlier. He shook his head with a suppressed smile, turning to Caleb.