#snowcrowmc

Sylus's text had been cryptic, but Zayne was intrigued. He's even more intrigued when he comes home and Sylus is sitting on the couch, nodding along to a clearly boring phone call.

When he catches Zayne's eye, a smirk grows on his face. He motions for Zayne to head upstairs, so he does just that, feeling the excitement start to grow in his stomach. And in his pants.

"Sylus?"

Oh fuck.

There's a blindfold over your eyes, hence the wrong name. Plus, you're on all fours, hands secured behind your back. And of course, the surprise is likely the vibrator secured to you, making your whole body tremble.

"Not Sylus." Zayne calls out, letting his bag fall to the floor and beginning to undo his tie. Your body relaxes just a fraction, though it tenses once again when his hand runs over your bare back.

"H-hi. Did...did you have a good day at work?" Now that he's closer, he realizes Sylus must have been edging you for hours, given the way the sheets beneath you are soaked and your inner thighs are slick with desire.

"It was alright. Have you two been having fun?" He's only half focused on the conversation, mouth watering as he settles on the bed behind you.

"S-Sylus has been having fun. Pl-please let me cum?" You're whimpering so sweetly, and Zayne is sure that this is his surprise. You, well behaved and desperate for him.

"Don't worry." Zayne comforts as he switches the toy off, soaked by your need.

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Zayne had once again pulled a way too late all-nighter at the hospital, and your very understanding self reassured him you could schedule the date at another time. Though that didn't stop him from still trying to make it up to you.

Hence why, after his shift, he dropped by a nearby convenience store and picked up your favorite snacks before coming over.

Using his spare key, he entered your home and when he saw that you weren't in the living room, placed them in the kitchen. You were probably asleep, so the snacks could wait until the morning, and he'd crawl into bed with you until then.

Until he heard it.

"GET OFF!" your annoyed screech echoed throughout your apartment, and if it didn't sound so aggravated, he might've been concerned.

But there was a crucial piece of evidence that Zayne spotted when he first entered ; the pair of far too large shoes by your door, and Zayne didn't recall leaving any of his the last time he slept over.

So that left only one possible result.

"Now I know why you were so easily pacified earlier," you stop shoving Sylus away at the sound of Zayne's voice, smiling as you all but shoot up to greet him.

"Zayne! You didn't tell me you were coming over, whoa---!"

"Not just yet, sweetie."

Sylus had grabbed you by the ankle just as you moved to embrace Zayne, who watched in mild amusement, mild concern as the white-haired man dragged you back to him, stubbornly nosing his way into your neck as you groan.

"Sylus enough, seriously!" you groan, trying again to push him away but he is relentless, and you can feel him smirk against your skin too, not at all minding your current, sticky, sweaty state.

The doctor moves with quiet efficiency as he stalks towards your bed, finally seeing the problem. He doesn't sit yet when he gets near, knowing you'd scold him if he dared sit on your bed in his "outside" clothes. Instead, he kneels by the bed, before placing his hands on your shoulders, fingers just gently brushing your neck as a subtle frost begins to permeate your skin.

Relief floods you almost immediately, a complete change from the earlier sweltering heat that had made its home in your skin. Sylus feels it too, a pleased hum vibrating against your neck as he gives Zayne a glance.

"You're pretty handy in the summer, doctor," he muses, watching as you finally relax against him.

He'd been clinging to you for the past three hours, arms very much unrelenting. While you would normally welcome his clingyness, it was disgustingly hot tonight, more so than usual, and you were not in the mood for cuddling when you were already uncomfortably wet without someone draped over you.

But the leader of Onychinus cared not for your summer-related woes and made it his mission to stick to you like a leech.

"Am I nothing but glorified air-conditioning for the two of you?" Zayne almost huffed, though there was the unmissable lilt of his lips. One you notice more and more as you cup his face, before bringing placing your lips upon his brow. A sweet gesture of thanks for cooling you both down.

"Don't be silly, you are very much more than that," you smile, continuing to kiss him as Sylus smirks.

"Yes, much more than that. Maybe like a pet."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Sylus, behave."

🌷 NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR

snowcrowmc save me, save me snowcrowmc

This heat is absolutely abhorrent, I'm going to shoot the sun I swear to God.

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Like imagine Zayne telling you to go to Sylus when you want more plushies, being too drained to indulge in a marathonic claw machine session himself.

Or maybe you saw a pretty expensive, pretty beta, pretty unsafe motorcycle and Sy can't just say no to you and your puppy eyes, so he tells you to go to Zayne who will give you an hour long speech about the risks of an engine that is more of a prototype than a motorcycle.

It's not that you couldn't go and do all those things alone, you could if you wanted to but where's the fun in that?

And when you get especially needy, neither of them are up to disappoint. Whether it's Sylus having to send you to Zayne cause he really has to leave for some important stupid business meeting or the poor Dr.Zayne who just spent the last 12 hours standing in a room, holding someone's heart, bringing Sylus a clingy kitty desperate for attention (you).

Is this what teamwork is called? You don't know, but you also don't care when you have them to take care of you, and they have you to take care of them.

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Part 2

Because across the room, you hear the hitch of the doctor’s breath and the sudden halt of tapping keys. Zayne sighs, long-winded and tired, as he slowly takes off his glasses and closes his laptop.

Snowcrowmc, fluff This drabble comes courtesy of @littlebommetje who commented that Sylus's legs were so long for the purpose of ‘wrapping himself around kitten like an octopus so no escape can occur’, which reminded me of this silly little thing that has been rotting in my drafts for months.

It was supposed to be just a short nap. You’d come home from work, tired and slightly achey, and the sight of Sylus sprawled in bed, after he’d been away on business for so long, was too tempting to resist. So after a quick shower you’d curled up next to him and… next thing you knew you were waking up disoriented, sweating, and feeling like there was a weight on your chest. 

Wait. No. There was a weight on your chest. You cracked your eyes open blearily to be greeted by the sight of tousled silver hair from Sylus’s head nuzzled into the side of your neck. He was practically on top of you, limbs wrapped around you like a feverish octopus. (Could cephalopods get fevers? You’d have to ask Zayne later.) In the winter you usually appreciated his body heat, but now it was just overwhelming.

“Sy, you’re squishing me,” you whispered, pushing gently at his shoulder. He just grumbled something unintelligible and held you even tighter, not even waking. “Sylus!” You squirmed uselessly against him, but each motion seemed to only make him hold you tighter. 

A soft chuckle drew your attention to your other lover, sitting across the room in a pool of lamplight, an open book in his hand.

“Zayne,” you whined, reaching an entreating hand out to him. “Help me, I’m being suffocated.”

“If you can talk you can breathe,” he said, casually turning a page. “Sound like you’re fine to me.”

“I’m being suffocated and squashed and baked. Soon all you’ll have left of me is a pancake.”

“I could go for pancakes right now.” At your glare he laughed softly and relented, putting aside his book and strolling over to the bed. “What do you want me to do? This?” He trailed a finger from your cheekbone down your neck to your clavicle, leaving lacy patterns of frost in its wake. You shivered at the contact, the frost feeling like bliss on your overheated skin.

“It’s a start.”

“Or this?” He hooked a finger into the neckline of your tanktop, pulling it down slightly, the path of the frost continuing between your breasts and down, down… 

Out of nowhere, red-black tendrils of energy wrapped around him and yanked him onto the bed next to you. He landed with a soft yelp, squashed against you by the tendrils. Before either of you could get your bearings, Sylus struck. His arm wrapped across Zayne’s waist, leg crossed across your body to wrap over Zayne’s thigh, pinning him to the mattress. 

“Too noisy,” Sylus grumbled into your neck. “‘M trying to sleep.” 

You were trapped even more than you had been at the beginning, squashed between two large bodies. You met Zayne’s eyes in mutual startlement for a moment before scowling. 

“Now look what you’ve done.” You hissed, trying to keep your voice down.

“How is this my fault?” He responded in a whisper.

“If you’d just helped me out when I asked you-”

“You were more than capable-”

“Quiet,” Sylus’s voice rumbled out, hoarse from sleep. He raised his head, eyes bleary, to glare at the both of you. “I have been awake for 27 hours straight. I have been shot at, disrespected, and forced to endure the most tedious meetings known to man. You can either sleep quietly with me… or I can make you. Any objections?” 

You and Zayne glanced at each other, then mutely shook your heads.

“I mean, you’re kinda squishing me, Sy,” you said meekly. He sighed as if asked to endure a great ordeal, then pushed himself off. You rolled onto your side, and he pulled you snug against his chest, body curved against your spine, with your cheek pillowed on Zayne’s shoulder. 

“Better?”

“Better.”

Within moments his breathing deepened into a peaceful rhythm again, body going slack and heavy against yours in sleep. He was still blazing hot, but with Zayne on your other side, his cool shoulder under your cheek, it felt cozy instead of overwhelming. You could almost feel his sleepiness seeping into you, as if by osmosis. You shut your eyes, nestling deeper into Zayne’s side while sliding a hand up under his loose pajama shirt. His muscles twitched instinctively under your touch. 

“Zayne,” you mumbled on the verge of unconsciousness. “Can octopi get fevers?”