a/n; please please please heed the warnings. everyone is super horrible to each other in this and this is not a great fic for caleb. he suffers 110% . please click out if you feel like this fic isn’t for you.

You had wondered how long it would take for Caleb to finally snap. The answer was four months.

Your older brother has been acting up ever since Josephine essentially abandoned and dropped you two off in front of a grand skyscraper in the middle of the N109 Zone. "For your better protection," were her last words to you before she up and left.

Other than Caleb, Josephine was the closest thing you could even remember to family, so you were inclined to believe her regardless. You were well aware of Caleb's disdain over your previous guardian for reasons that remain unknown, so you originally thought that the change of scenery would be welcomed by him. And you had every right to believe that he'd be thrilled, the initial surprise and uncertainty almost immediately simmering down as he began to get along and have fun with the twins that also stayed at the tower, playing video games with them and messing with the neverending amount of cool stuff that occupied the expanse of Onychinus' headquarters during the first week and a half of your stay. 

Until your true caretaker finally came home.

Your warden stood tall, an easily intimidating face sporting a conniving smile, as if things were falling into place for him. “I’m Sylus,” he introduced in a deep, rich voice. His right eye glimmered a slightly brighter shade of crimson than the left. “I guess your grandmother has finally caved in on letting me watch over you two.”

Caleb hated him instantly. You haven't seen him happy since.

In contrast, you had warmed up to him rather quickly. While initially wary thanks to Sylus’ cryptic wordings and the implications he was making behind them, it was hard not to fall under his charming spell. He was always at your beck and call, getting absolutely anything you wanted, and you assumed he would be at Caleb’s as well, if the boy ever gave him a chance to be.

The apex of the boy’s frustrations finally hit tonight as the three of you sat together for a late dinner. Sylus had commented on something, so insignificant that you had immediately forgotten and dismissed it, but he said it in a tone just irritating enough to Caleb that it made him stand up and slam his fists onto the luxurious marble table. “Let me leave. I don’t like being here. I don’t like you.”

“As I’ve said many times,” Sylus tilts his head, swirling a dwindling glass of wine, unbothered. “You can do what you wish. It’s not you whose safety has been compromised. You just happen to be… part of the package.”

“You’re literally a wanted criminal. You’re not scared that I’ll report you the moment I step out of this place?”

“Why would I be scared?” He raises an eyebrow. “I’d bring you back here and lock you up for good before you even had a chance to open your mouth. If she didn’t care about you so much, I would just kill you.”

“Mr. Sylus!” You interrupt with a gasp. “Y-you don’t have to do that. Caleb won’t tell on you. You’ve been a good host and he’ll come around eventually. Won’t you, Caleb?”

“No.”

Sylus ignores Caleb entirely. “Thank you for your confidence, kitten.”

“Enough with that fucking pet name. Pips, you don’t think he’s out of his mind?!”

“For what?!” You exclaim, tired of your brother’s shit behavior. “Taking care of us when Gran couldn’t? Feeding us whatever we want at any time? Getting us anything we ask for even when he has no obligation to?!”

“Oh, I’m sure he has his reasons. Wanna guess what they are?”

You scoff and answer in Sylus’ stead, “He’s helping to keep us safe. I thought you didn’t like Grandma, Caleb. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

“I don’t. But anything is better than him,” he points at the man, who only smirks and drinks the remainder of his wine. “Haven’t you ever wondered about what he and Gran are ‘keeping us safe’ from? For all we know, we’re getting trafficked.”

“There’s a reason you two do not remember your childhood,” Sylus says, succinct.

“And as far as I can tell, that could very well be your fault!” Caleb slams his fist into the nearby wall, the force amplified by his evol leaving a cracked dent in the extravagant paneling.

“Caleb!”

“Be careful of what you break,” Sylus says as he uses his own abilities to mend it back into order, as if nothing had ever happened. “You couldn’t work your whole life to pay me back if you damaged some of the things in this room. If you’re going to be destructive and violent, you know where the boxing gym is.”

Caleb storms out without another word. Whether he heeds Sylus’ advice or not is unclear, leaving you and Sylus in a few awkward moments of silence until his silhouette has disappeared. Sylus looks to you once it does. “You’ll learn in due time, if you don’t remember it on your own. That’s all I can offer you at the moment.”

“That’s okay,” you nod, understanding what Sylus is trying to say. Whatever it is, you knew it was bad. Sometimes you believe that you might even be better off being left in the dark forever. “I’m so sorry about him, Mr. Sylus. I hope he warms up to you one day.”

“Don’t worry, kitten. It doesn’t really matter if he does or not.”

“Still,” you argue, extending an arm so that your small hand rests on his wrist. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for us and I don’t want to think I’m taking your kindness for granted.”

At that, Sylus puts on a genuine smile, one that you find very handsome. “I know you don’t. What do you think of tiramisu for dessert?”

You think back to the one and only time Josephine contacted you. It was a month into your stay, and when Luke had handed your brother the phone, Caleb immediately pressed for answers regarding your situation and tried to convince her to take you two back. She only had a simple reply. 

“I’m sorry. I’m still trying to… figure it out myself. It’s not easy at my age. I promise, you two are really in the only place you are safe to be in right now. So please, bear it for me until I can take you back.” 

When she hung up without waiting for a reply, you both came to the conclusion that you probably wouldn’t see her for a very, very long time.

You sigh as you walk down the hall and up a flight of stairs, full from the decadent tiramisu that Sylus’ chef ended up bringing out. 

Shaking your head and wondering what you could say or do to get Caleb out of this self-inflicted funk, your thoughts are interrupted as a strong force pins you against the wall the moment you close the door of your bedroom.

“Caleb—” you hiss. Your body is dwarfed as your brother presses himself up against your back.

“Does he think he can take you away from me, pips?” he all but growls, his hands making their way down your hips and under the fabric of your shorts and panties, pulling both of them down to your knees in one go.

“He’s not trying to—” your defense is interrupted when Caleb momentarily releases his bruising grip on one hand to give your now-bare ass a loud thwack! “Gege!”

“Are you dumb, or just pretending to be?” He manhandles you to the bed, bending you down. When your stomach touches the cool sheets, Caleb lets go to slide his pants down. “Can’t you tell? He wants to fuck you.”

You snap your neck at him, squinting your eyes at the statement. “He does not. He’s like our dad.”

But to be honest, you’re not blind to how Sylus acts towards you. His sweet, alluring demeanor is a sharp contrast to the aloofness he shows Caleb in response to the boy’s incessant rudeness. A bit too…intimate to be purely paternal in a traditional sense, though you sees traits of that as well. All to say that you don't believe what you’re saying either. 

Caleb actually pauses at that. “I’m your brother, pips.” He says it slow and dragged out, as if you wouldn’t understand otherwise.

“So what?”

He gestures to his now-free cock. Somehow, it’s still hardening. “We fuck.”

“And?”

“And?! You’re being ignorant on purpose at this point.” 

“Caleb, I don’t like when you’re mean to me,” you pout, but the beat of your pulse starts to pick up all the same.

He leans down so that he’s nuzzling into your neck. “Tsk, I’m not trying to be, meimei. It’s just—he clearly has ulterior motives with you and it seems like you don’t mind.”

“Is it really that bad if I don’t?”

“Yes, because you’re supposed to be mine.” 

“I—I don’t belong to anyone, Caleb.” 

At that, he bullies his cock into you like he’s trying to prove otherwise. It’s not a smooth glide—his large size makes it a painful breach past the rim of your cunt that causes you to cry out in pain.

“Right now, you’re under me,” Caleb grits out through his teeth as he starts fucking you at a punishing pace, one that will surely leave you sore for days afterward. “And not him. Isn’t that funny.”

You don't dignify him with a response. After all, you’d be a liar if you said that you had never thought about it before.

You wondered how Sylus’ large hands, calloused from violence, would feel if they explored the expanse of your body. If the figure under his expensive clothes is just as sinful as his face.

And if you’d ever have a chance to find out.

Your mind is elsewhere when Caleb’s breath starts to stutter as he nears his climax, as his arms tighten to box your head in between them.

“M’close, pips—” he stammers, until his breathing stops entirely and you feel a familiar warmth begin to flood the base of your stomach. 

Caleb pulls out with a loud groan, and his spend recklessly seeps into the silk bedsheets. You’ve berated him about it before, not wanting to burden the building’s cleaners with the shameful task of cleaning the stains, but as he usually is about anything related to Onychinus and Sylus, he simply doesn’t care.

“I’m just trying to look out for us,  meimei,” Caleb says as he tugs his sweats back up into place. He reaches back down to ruffle your hair. “I’ll come back once he leaves for work, okay?”

You can only take a minute to just lay there in shock, right where he’s left you to go god knows where.

Originally, when your relationship started growing past being just ‘siblings,’ you easily forgave his lack of reciprocity because at least he was trying, and that it wasn’t his fault he was inexperienced. You were each others’ firsts after all. But now, you feel like his negative feelings about your whole situation is teetering it more towards something covered in what could almost be called malice. Neglect. And you bet he doesn’t even realize it.

Your mind betrays Caleb even further when a voice in the back of your head says that Sylus wouldn’t do that. 

The older man has been extremely attentive to your every whim these past few months. When you told him that your dream was to work as a hunter, he immediately dove into extensive combat training and lessons pertaining to wanderers and protocores, dedicating hours of his busy days to help you realize it. You only found out later from the twins that Sylus was on the top of their most wanted list with a bounty so high you couldn’t count the zeroes. 

So in the grand scheme of things, if all of that effort and then some was just him trying to woo you, you can’t say you feel bad about falling for it.

You pitifully drag yourself to the ensuite bathroom to wash up. Half an hour later and you’ve cleaned yourself to the best of your ability and have laid back down to blankly stare at the ceiling, your sentiments regarding your brother have declined even further.

To make it even worse, for some inexplicable reason, you’re still horny. You give it to Caleb, at least he’s done a good job getting you worked up.

Not bothering to put on a new set of clothes after getting out of the shower, your hand trails down your naked torso until your fingertips start to ghost over your clit. Though your heart’s not in it, mind elsewhere, so even when you add a bit more force to your fingers as they make their small circles, your thoughts distract you enough for it to not really do anything.

You truly could not understand why Caleb hated Sylus so much. 

Is it just because Sylus wants to fuck you? Is that all?

It’s not like you and Caleb have ever talked about your relationship. There was an invisible barrier that stopped you two back when you were still staying with Josephine, and now, a very Sylus-shaped one as you reside in the heart of the N109 zone. You’ve never properly discussed what your actions meant and how it would affect your relationships with other people. 

Would it really be so wrong?

You sigh for the nth time when that delicious peak has yet to begin bubbling after long minutes of diligent ministrations, thrashing your legs in frustration. You’re just about to give up and call it a night when someone knocks at your door.

You pause. The cleaners have already left for the night, and twins have been out of the base for the past few days on ‘business.’ Caleb probably wouldn’t be back so soon, so there only leaves one option.

You make the decision then and there to open the door in your current state.

With no preamble, you walk over to turn the knob, greeting the tall man. Sylus sported a neutral expression that immediately turns into a devilish smile once he processes what he’s looking at.

“Kitten.”

“Mr. Sylus,” is all you say in reply, leaning your bare hip against the doorframe.

“What a surprise to see you like this,” he murmurs, eyes roving all over your figure.

You stretch your hand out to gently caress the lapel of his suit, a nascence of an invitation. “...Is it?”

He takes a moment to watch as your delicate touch dances across his chest. “No. I suppose not entirely.”

“As I said earlier, I really appreciate what you do for us. Your actions don’t go unnoticed.”

His right eye begins to glow an eerie ruby hue in the dim lighting of the hallway. “I can see what you desire, sweetie. There is a lot of me in there. It seems that I’ve had a false impression of you and your brother’s relationship.”

You takes a slow exhale. Of course, he knew about you and Caleb.

No matter.

“You weren’t wrong.”

“I see,” Sylus doesn’t care either, then.

“So, are you going to do anything about it? What brings you here?”

“It was of no importance,” he dismisses, leaning down until his face is directly in front of you. You scent a hint of the wine he drank earlier. “What exactly do you want me to do to you?”

You take a moment to pretend to think about it, wanting to bask in your newfound closeness, a new boundary crossed. Wondering how exactly you should verbalize the strange predicament you’ve landed yourself in and what you wished out of it.

“I’ve been imagining…” you settle on. “What it would be like if you touched me.”

He gives you an immediate answer by wrapping a large arm around your waist. Your heart skips. “Oh? And do you think about that often?” He teases.

There’s no backing down now. You tilt your head down, bat your eyes back up at him through your eyelashes, playing into what you think he’s been trying to put down since he’s met you. “Yes, daddy.”

The smile on his face only grew bigger. Sinister. Like the transition to whatever this is was eventual regardless of how long it took. The pet name is even sweeter coming off your tongue than he expected.

In this way, you find that he can be quite predictable.

Only after you step into your room and the door is shut once more does he continue. “My, what would your brother think?”

“I’m a bit upset with him right now.” you explain, Sylus pursues you as you walk backwards until you’re sat on the bed. 

You spread your legs. “He left me like this,” the obscene sight of the leftover cum that you couldn’t clean out of your pussy leaks right on top of the stain that was made earlier makes Sylus’ breath hitch. “And didn’t make me finish.”

You follow as Sylus lowers himself till his tie dangles over your throat. Eyes not leaving your naked form, he plants his hands on either side of your shoulders. “Mmm, I suppose it’s a mixture of guilt and inexperience that Caleb isn’t making you cum. That’s okay,” he hums. “Daddy can make you feel so much better. I've had plenty of practice. Just for you. Would you like that?”

You gulp, giving the man a small nod. With Sylus moving up to kneel on the bed, his hands advance to your body, one at the base of your ankle, slowly trailing it up your leg until it hooks onto the back of your knee and pushes down.

It nearly reaches your ear, and the stretch makes you whine out in surprise. His other hand finally finding its way to your cunt, plush and pulsing. He lightly drags his nails over your swollen nub, the sensation causing you to writhe.

“Sylus—”

“Shhh,” he coos softly. “Look at you. It’s so cute.”

You whimper as he starts out with slow circles. Belatedly, it sinks in as his large shadow bears over you that you’re now at the mercy of the most dangerous man on the planet.

That thought makes a shiver run down your spine in anticipation of what he might do with you. You try to clench your thighs together, your arousal leaking down. A perfect picture of sin. 

Sylus admires it openly. “You’re so wet, kitten. Do you want me inside?”

“Yes, please—” you choke on your words. “Anything. Anything you want.”

“A dangerous thing to say to a greedy man,” he chuckles. “And if what I want is to watch you fall apart? Come undone from my touch?”

“Anything.”

“Then it’s good that when it comes to you,” he muses, two long, slender digits finally pushing in till the knuckle, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t give.”

You cry out at the feeling, the hunger that has been brewing for the last hour being drip-fed as they start to work their way in and out of you at a torturous pace, the depth drawing out the final remnants of Caleb’s cum in a vile froth.

“M-more,” you plead, hands coming up to grip the strong, veined arm holding your calf, scared for what you’re asking for, but asking all the same.

He presses down on your clit, and the delicious texture of his thumb makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. You don't know if it’s because you’ve been so high-strung or if Sylus just knows what he’s doing, but the way you feel like your body is on fire is something you’ve never felt before.

Your nails dent his skin with crescent moons, mesmerizing you as the red wisps of his evol dismiss the marks as you continue to make them. The new stimulation is joined by the fingers inside your starting to curl up until its pads graze the spot that instantly has you curling up and crying out, tightening and squirming in a way that only makes Sylus want to push you even further. 

He entertains the idea. “Have you ever made a mess?”

Under the haze of arousal and your own inexperience, you don't quite comprehend what he’s asking, so you reply with a disjointed “N-no!” when the scarily fast approach of your climax is accompanied a strange feeling coiling in your gut, a feeling too similar to—

“I think you might right now, sweetie.”

And he’s proven correct when the levee finally breaks and your body is set alight, back arching off of the sheets as you cum shouting his name. Cunt gushing as Sylus continues to work you on his fingers until your release hits and soaks his trousers through.

“That’s it,” he groans as your screams wind down to pathetic little sobs that have his cock twitching in its confines. “So good. So good for me, kitten, like you always were.”

His praise continues as you take a moment to attempt to catch your breath, however in the midst of your efforts, Sylus’ attention turns elsewhere. You don't even notice the figure at your now-open door until the man above you addresses it. "How nice of you to finally join us."

You don't need to look to know who it is. “Gege!”

The younger boy’s eyes widen as he makes sense of the scene before him. 

Drenched sheets, tangled hair, and the man he despises the most hovering over his precious, precious baby sister. 

His evol reacts before his voice does, a heavy weight blanketing you before it fades just as fast when Sylus intervenes with his own abilities. His hand, still wet with your slick, gestures towards his direction until Caleb’s body is wrapped in dark tendrils. Perhaps too young and not practiced enough for his evol to be a formidable force in the face of the older man’s refined bonds and chains, he struggles to release himself from the immense restraints. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with her?”

“Something that it seems you can’t achieve,” you wince at the sting of Sylus’ answer. Turning your head away to avoid what must be a heartbreaking expression.

“Is this because of earlier?” Caleb’s rage now tinged with a hint of remorse. “You’re letting him fuck you just because I left for a bit to cool down?”

“I haven’t fucked her yet,” Sylus continues to speak for you. “In fact, I was hoping you’d come back to watch.”

“Excuse me?!” 

His evol wrestles Caleb as the younger boy thrashes violently, spewing curses as he’s forced to kneel at the foot of the bed, hands bound behind his back. A mere few feet from where you are still turned away from him.

While Caleb persists in his struggle, Sylus undoes his belt.

“I’ve tried my best to be accommodating to both of you, even though I promised only to take care of her,” Sylus explains as he continues to undress himself, throwing article after article of clothing as they go. “Why? Because she loves you and wants you around. Yet you fight me at every turn. I can tolerate that.”

His cock slips free, and you let out an involuntary wail at its intimidating size. Leaking as he takes a hold of it and situates it over your dripping slit. “But what I can’t tolerate is you using her, and not allowing her to use you in return.”

“That’s between me and her. You have no right to be involved.”

“Maybe I don’t, but she asked me to be. Didn’t you, kitten?” A delicate hand caresses your cheek. “Purred so sweetly for me.”

Only then do you finally look at your brother.

He’s an absolute mess. Heaving. Eyes watery. Torn clothes, battered with raw scratches and flushed an angry red. His purple eyes conveying flashes of contempt, rage, guilt, and more that you couldn’t fully describe. 

But most humiliatingly, the growing tent in his sweatpants.

Perhaps it was the sight of you covered in a layer of glistening sweat, the post-orgasm bliss on your face that makes you look like you’re glowing. It is a much more dignifying answer to any other. Regardless, you like the look on him.

Sylus taps his cock against your cunt, your wetness causing soft plaplaplapsounds akin to a ticking clock in the heat of the tension, waiting for you to break the silence.

You glance back at Sylus. A dark haze over his eyes, the absolute fervor across his sharp features makes the whole situation all the more alluring, a tempting invitation to escalate even though the potential consequences are beginning to scare you. 

“I did ask for it, daddy.”

“There you go,” he groans in approval. “That wasn’t so hard. You deserve a reward for your candor.”

“This is insane. Tell him to let me go, meimei, we can talk this out,” Caleb pleads to you.

“If she tells me to, I will,” Sylus shrugs as he looks down at you, tilting his head as his gaze lands back on his cock, idly resting in between your folds. “Do you want me to let him go, sweetie?”

You’re trembling. Yet, you stay damningly silent.

“Good girl.”

You make a pretty noise when Sylus’ hand feels its way up to your tits, a pathetic mewl when he tugs on a sharp peak. “Now remind us. Who's touching you now?"

“Daddy is touching me,” you reply without hesitation.

“Who is learning from him tonight?”

“Gege.”

“And where do you want me to put my cock?”

“Inside.”

The pity really starts to take shape in your heart when your little performance makes Caleb whimper. But Sylus, unapologetic, travels his hand further up until he grabs your jaw, turning it back to face him.

"Don’t feel guilty, kitten. Daddy's gonna show him how it's done, hm? Aren’t I so nice.”

He sinks the full length of his cock into you in one long thrust.

You and Caleb cry out at the same time, for different reasons. Not wanting to ruin the moment he’s been waiting so long for, Sylus expands his evol to cover the younger boy’s mouth, to shut him up even if only temporarily.

The initial stretch is painful, but smooth thanks to his work just minutes earlier. Sylus doesn’t wait for you to process before he starts up a consistent rhythm through your sobs. Not too fast nor slow. The swollen head of his cock languidly bumps into the wall of your cervix, and with every deep carve the balance leans more towards pleasure than pain.

“Taking me so well, pretty girl,” Sylus exhales, like he’s finally reached something that he’s been chasing for eons. “Just like I knew you would.”

“Ngghh, Sylus—”

“It’s been too long since I’ve been in here,” he says it into your ear like it’s a secret, a statement only meant for you and not the boy across the bed, whose muffled cries in protest only serve to work Sylus up even more.

It’s all just so much. You exert yourself trying to process the slew of emotions. 

You feel horrible making Caleb watch this.

You feel amazing punishing him for his mistakes.

You feel reprehensible using Sylus to make your point.

But most overwhelmingly, thanks to your white-haired keeper, you feel unadulterated ecstasy.

“Daddy—”

“Hm?”

“L-let him speak.”

The tendril over his mouth dissipates almost instantly. “Pips!” Caleb screams. “This is so—you d-don’t have to go this far. Why did you go so far?”

Even if you weren't sprawled out right now, a tranquil haze fogging up your brain, you didn’t think you’d have an answer. But the lack of regret even now in the face of Caleb’s torment is telling.

“Sorry,” you cry out in intermittent squeaks. “Sorry, gege, I’m sorry, feel so—nggggghhhhh—so full, so good, please—”

His objections begin to be drowned out as Sylus picks up his pace, one large hand firmly wrapping around the base of your neck, squeezing hard enough that the isolation of your senses causes your eyes to roll back, bringing your babbling to an abrupt end. His other hand presses against your lower tummy and both of you gasp. It’s so, so warm to the point where it’s almost feverish. 

“Hah, kitten, you’re getting so tight. Are you enjoying showing your brother how I make you feel?”

“Sick fuck,” Caleb sobs. “Taking advantage of her like this.”

“I only take what she wants to give me. She can do whatever she wants,” Sylus pants, eyes not leaving your smaller form. Your eyes are now scrunched shut, biting your lip hard enough to break skin. It doesn’t seem like you’re comprehending the conversation at all. “And if that has to be you, then the least I can do for her is give her a good frame of reference. How good it can truly get, so she doesn’t open her legs for her gege unless he’s earned it.”

The hand on your throat slides to cup your cheek. Tilting it gently to the side so that you’re facing Caleb.

“Open your eyes, sweetie. Look at your brother.” 

When you obey, Caleb’s eyes bore into yours. The tears, snot, flowing freely down his face now like he can’t hold them back anymore. 

“S’okay, gege,” you immediately try to placate. “Don’t feel bad, y-you can have me later too—a-after Daddy’s done—you can share—”

“Do you think he’s at least picking up a thing or two?” Sylus’ thumb works back onto your clit. Relentless circles that build a pleasure so blinding that you don't respond. “I’ll give him the privilege of showing him what it looks like when you come apart.”

As if on command, you see stars in your eyes once more as your climax violently washes over you. You make another mess as Sylus continues to fuck you through your orgasm, showing no signs of slowing down even as an onslaught of hard shivers begin to wrack your body in overstimulation, all the while holding eye contact with Caleb still.

And upon seeing the sight of you, Caleb, disparagingly, cums as well.

Sylus slows to a stop when he realizes, allowing for you to finally catch a breath. His laughter at Caleb’s predicament drowns out your deep heaving as he adjusts his bruising grip to the small of your waist, maneuvering you until you’re on your knees and your head is mere inches away from the now-wet spot of your brother’s pants. 

“You—’leb, you—” you start, when Caleb’s struggle to escape picks up again as dark coils work his spent cock out of his pants. 

“No, fuck—” he sobs, far too soon to appreciate the bone Sylus has thrown at him when the older man pummels forward back into your pussy, making you shout, and pushing you far enough so that your mouth makes contact with Caleb’s length, glossed over in his shame, and instinctively wrap your lips around it.

You don't have to move much when Sylus’s unforgiving thrusts make it so that your brother’s still softening length works in and out of your throat. You mewl as you try to clean him up with kitten licks.

The last part of your mind that is still there finds so much joy in the conflicted expression of Caleb’s face. How you must look, a blissed-out vision sucking his cock, paired with the inconceivable source of your pleasure, a hulking mass looming over like a dark cloud fucking into you still with a tempo that grows more and more erratic.

The way your pussy tightens at that thought brings Sylus to the edge. “Close, sweetie—”

“Fuck, don’t do it,” Caleb begs. “Don’t—”

You pull yourself off of Caleb, finally ending his punishment when you realize that he’s got nothing left to give anymore, and reward your accomplice. You reach behind you to grab fluffy white strands and pull.

“Inside, daddy.” 

Sylus cums with a deep growl, white hot seed shooting directly into your inviting cunt, fighting for space as the mixture of all your releases leak out and spills onto the sheets below you.

 dead to the world, you’re not privy to the conversation that comes after it all. “I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this…family affair,” Sylus muses as you snore softly in his arms. You lay between Sylus’ legs with your head resting on his lap as he sits up against the pillows, nails languidly combing through your hair. “You’ll learn to share her, as I’m afraid she wouldn’t like to choose between us now. I’m anticipating your cooperation on this.”

Caleb’s still sat exactly where he came, clenching his jaw. The younger boy hates to admit that Sylus is right. He must concede.

He nods his head slowly in acquiescence.

“Good boy. When she wakes up, I’d like you to show me what you’ve learnt,” Sylus looks back to your sleeping form. “If you haven’t taken anything in, however, I’m more than happy to help you to revise by re-demonstrating.”

At that, Caleb says nothing and finally retreats out of your room, every footstep a further acknowledgement that the days of his once-exclusive hold on you are behind him.

Sylus smiles regardless, knowing that he’ll be back come morning.

something’s not right. his voice is faint, almost drifting in the smoke. his breath doesn’t settle in like it used to. the strong pulse in his ears, an echo of his soul, is unlike the barely-there rhythm it used to dwell in. his heart trembles the more smoke gets into his nose.

something’s definitely not right with that wanderer either. the infuriated beast was a bit too feisty, but this outcome was not expected with this grade of wanderers, or any, really. thousands of years’ worth of experience, all at his disposal, and yet xavier can’t figure out or do anything about this stupid smoke. irritated, his hand comes over his nose; he doesn’t pause to acknowledge the unusual smoothness of his hands that are often calloused. no time for that.

“can you hear me, (name)?!”

no response comes, which only fuels xavier to keep fanning and move through the blackness. when the smoke finally clears out, he sees them — fingers, relatively smaller fingers, ones that most definitely were not his, just like the hunter’s uniform that now sits on his body. he’s certain that his own uniform did not have this black leather nor a crop top.

his lips part, struggling for a breath. “huh?”

this voice...?

taken aback, he tries to speak again.

“(name)?”

and xavier stops, a conclusion dawning on him quickly. why does he sound so much like you? he missteps on a broken crate; the crack is loud enough to startle him, goosebumps shooting up his arms, cold finding place in his limbs that felt too small.

he looks down at his body.

why does he look so much like you?

his ears, slowly recovering from the sound waves from the protocurves, adjust to the receding levels. soon, he hears his own voice somewhere in the warehouse, more specifically, calls of his name.

this wasn’t a... dream?

“xavier?”

a few footsteps thump against the cemented floor of the abandoned warehouse, causing xavier to look up. it is indeed his own voice calling his name. the lingering smoke curves around a figure he wakes up to see every day in a mirror: it’s you who finally step out of a hidden corner, or was it even you? xavier has never seen himself look so meek. his body looks unusually tight, like joints bending to a gravity that suddenly feels too strong. his face mimics a frown, no doubt your doing.

“that... wanderer?” he sees you look around, silver hair gleaming in the dusk light. is that how his hair usually looks? you return to him, blue eyes piercing enough — his blue eyes.

“i-i think it got away.”

this can’t be...

xavier wills himself to say. “u-unfortunate.”

a mere comment, he can’t even force anything out — confirmation, consolation. his throat is wrapping around something prickly the moment he hears himself speak, almost mistaking himself for you instead. he wants to rub at his nape, an urge of an old habit, though he doesn’t know if it’s even appropriate for him in the least; it’s your body after all. he should be ashamed.

“and... this?” you mutter after some time of contemplating. your arms lift and spread to the sides, gesturing to your body — well, his.

“switching bodies? how can this even happen?” your arms flop back down, and the frown on your, or rather his, face deepens. you freeze, the dim light from outside framing your disbelief in an almost cruel manner.

“don’t tell me we are—”

“it must be that wanderer’s doing.”

xavier speaks whatever you must be thinking. perhaps it was the protocurves from that wanderer’s protocore or the black smoke it emitted right before fleeing. he, too, looks around, but for nothing, because seeing the pained expression on your face is too cumbersome for him right now. he can’t believe how he managed to miss the faint spike in the levels. this mistake of his is going to cost too much; the consequences are already here, after all...

your eyes fall to the rotten floor: moldy wood that instantly grosses him out, and prickly grass that would have definitely left rashes on bare skin. he shouldn’t have accepted this mission.

“what do we do now?”

nothing — and xavier says the same to you. he desperately wants to say something else, to ease your mind a little, but he can’t do anything. he stands still, just like you, watching your grip on his blazer that is slowly making his head spin. all he affords in the end is a pull on your hand before he’s leading you back out into the open forest. there’s no other logical choice but to wait until tomorrow morning. the wanderer has long shaken the two of you off its trail, so no point in chasing it, and the association would probably be closing right about now, judging by the way sheer moonlight lands on the ground instead of orangey rays from dusk.

you are silent as he brings you back to the entrance of the warehouse his evol just blasted moments ago. now, he can’t even sense it anymore, nor can he manipulate yours.

he turns to you suddenly. “can you try to use my evol?”

hope flares into something bright. maybe you can, or even teleport the both of you? it should be feasible enough; it is you, after all.

you look at him, bewildered, before slowly lifting a closed fist against your chest, silver eyebrows cinched with concentration. c’mon. c’mon. a few minutes pass, filled with heavy breathing and unspoken prayers, but only dust particles float where a golden light should have begun to shine.

“i... don’t think it will work,” you mutter, the now open fist dropping to your side.

you become silent again, only compelling him to fill in for you. “we’ll have to wait this out then.”

xavier sighs deeply and begins walking again, carefully guiding you through the shattered glass from the windows that line the way to the front gates. the dread that washes over him is unlike anything. this places both of you in a far more vulnerable state than he wants. he needs to get you both home safely now.

“this, uh, effect might wear off soon. i’ll have... jeremiah investigate this.”

xavier bites his lips.

if the florist is even awake at this time, that is...

outside the warehouse, the pale moonlight strikes xavier more vividly. the forest seems to breathe more languidly, making him wonder if another threat was creeping under the green canopy. your hand tugs on his just as you reach your bike, parked right where the main road cuts through the forest. your eyes are glossy, twinkling stars making a home in a familiar blue, but he knows not to comment on them even though the sight of his teary eyes is quite mortifying right now. he hears you inhale sharply, finally looking down at him.

the height difference is weird, too weird; he doesn’t know how you have managed to keep your neck cranked up to even look at him all this time. he gulps. “(name)?”

your eyes fall shut. “please don’t tell anything to anyone.”

you must be feeling incredibly awkward. so he is! truly. the heat in his cheeks says it all. but you don’t know that... your eyes don’t open anytime soon, so xavier steals the chance to look at the sky. it’s a full moon tonight, and he doesn’t like the foreboding it seems to reveal.

he faces you again, repressing a sigh that was pleading for release. “o-of course, don’t worry.”

your eyes finally open, that taunting blue, and you whisper sorry with another tug on his hand, as if you are still not convinced enough. “i... should have been more cautious.”

“i should have been too. it’s not your fault. don’t worry.”

if you think xavier’s angry at you, then you’re wrong. how can he ever be angry at you? he squeezes your hand back with a smile that would calm you, surely.

“okay?”

you nod. “okay.”

he wonders if it felt like looking at a photo for you.

“all right, we should head back now.”

xavier bites down his rumination and encourages you to start your bike with a pat on your... broad shoulders.

it’s going to be a long night.

“xavier!”

“(name)—” he stops the elevator doors with his foot. “what’s wrong?”

the heel of your shoes is beginning to hurt his ankles. he is definitely going to file a complaint with hr for a change in the uniforms once everything returns to normal. you, on the other hand, seem to walk just fine, as you come before the open elevator again, your hands clasped together, that same cinched expression on your face.

your energy has been off ever since the two of you came back. the ride home wasn’t anything memorable, apart from the times you accidentally bent on a corner more than what should be considered safe. his eyes fall to your shoes, his choice for today. xavier gets it; it’s strange walking, breathing in a body not yours, let alone riding a bike.

no accidents or attacks happened, fortunately. that should have been fine and soothed whatever dread he was feeling back in that warehouse, but what he doesn’t understand is the tightness he’s beginning to feel in his abdomen. the feeling is familiar, little beats of heat that lingered right on the cusp of remembering before vanishing before he could connect the dots. not dread, of course not.

xavier licks his lips, your taste more rich, while your own lips part:

“can you... stay the night? at my apartment, i mean?”

your voice trembles with a rasp, taking him back to the moments when he’s just woken up. his gaze moves up, from the thigh straps he usually wore to the high neck of his black turtleneck peeking underneath your neck. are you feeling those little beats of heat too? he asks himself. is that why you are asking for him? not as a friend, but something entirely different. he blinks and remains silent for some seconds, listening to your unusually slow breaths. the elevator begins to close once again, before xavier places his foot in between the doors once more.

“are you sure?”

his concern shouldn’t have been forced. he eyes the tight bite of your lips this time. whatever is going on with you, he’s sure he’s not going to last against it much longer. how can he though? he questions himself again before saying, his voice low:

“i don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or do anything... inappropriate.”

inappropriate. xavier stretches the word more than enough — enough for you to finally see the stakes.

your eyes widen immediately. “no! no—”

you finally speak, or rather, yell, pearly white teeth letting go of the plush, pink skin. he sees your hands shoot up, reaching for him through the elevator, not caring about the dinging light or the opening and closing doors stopped by his foot. someone must be waiting on some other floor, but he wishes to stay here, in this small metallic box, for a while longer.

“oh? what is it then, (name)?”

his voice is already teetering on a tone he’s aimed at you more times than he can count. however, considering the tricky situation right now, xavier isn’t sure if you can even catch the flirty notes when it is your own voice. or... his gaze narrows.

“i-i just don’t want anything bad to happen!”

a familiar red seeps into your cheeks, making his breath hitch. apparently, you can — like, you know, like you’ll find him, and his little quirks, and his soul no matter the skin he’s wearing, no matter what. you refuse to meet his gaze and turn around, making him more laden with want than worry.

“please? i am just... worried. that’s all.” you look over your shoulder.

xavier can barely hear your pleas with your back facing him, but he yields anyway, not that he won’t. he steps off the elevator, reaching for your big hand that seems to radiate heat — a familiar kind that is already making waves inside him.

“all right.”

another easy smile for you, as he rubs his thumb on your knuckles, hoping you’d repay him. and you do, albeit a small one, but it’s enough for him.

at last, he can name the familiar feeling within him, even if it comes at the expense of his dignity. it’s difficult to discern if your worry is also just protecting something far more carnal, but he wishes it is anyway; it’s selfish of him, but he needs you to, just so he can condemn his... licentiousness a bit easier, with a little less guilt. the shame from being in your body and having these just as animalistic thoughts and urges hasn’t left him yet, but this old feeling wearing a new facade is more than enough to keep it hidden deep within his mind, leaving it to rot until the daylight comes — when mistakes become realizations.

mistakes xavier hopes he is allowed to make tonight. and realizations xavier hopes you’ll kneel into too.

“let’s go then.”

xavier can’t help but chuckle quietly at your endearing and hasty nods. your footsteps are the only thing echoing through the hallway this late. you have him following you, his small hand engulfed in your big one, as you pull and pull, almost afraid he might change his mind in a second. perhaps you have yet to become aware of the strength of his body, but xavier believes the reminders are not needed right now.

the skin on his wrist might already be blooming with red fingerprints by the time you realize and let go, and he would be lying if it didn’t make his head spin a little faster and his thighs clench. he really needs to be more gentle with you from now on, huh?

“uh—” you stop suddenly, making him bump his forehead against your back. “sorry!” a faint buzzing accompanies your apology.

“it’s okay.”

xavier instantly notices the red glowing light of your finger pad just past your waist. the sensor buzzes again, letting you both know xavier’s fingerprints are unfortunately not added to the system. he bites the inside of his cheek, another familiar feeling making a home in him once again.

why haven’t you added him yet?

“you should add mine too,” he mutters, pulling on your hand.

xavier feels almost, almost upset that you still haven’t entertained the quite intimate idea. the pout on his lips makes itself known even before he can twist it into something far more vexing. you should feel bad, you know? he will die if you won’t.

“all right, all right, can you just—”

your eyes point to the glowing button before flickering back to his totally cutesy pout. “we should probably get inside first.”

“hmm...” xavier feigns understanding as you step out of the way. he lifts one hand toward you, slightly wiggling his fingers. small, still, but... he is sure he can make good use of them. soon enough.

“which one?” his lips purse again.

you ignore him this time. “the thumb, please.”

he nods, trying to hold in his disbelief. your thumb fits perfectly inside the little gap, making him wonder if his could if he tried hard enough. he didn’t know the apartment building also provided custom locks; is this a sign for him to ditch the old-school locks and keys? the button stops glowing before flashing green as a ding fills the silence.

xavier would definitely add your fingerprints to his lock.

“there.” he twists the doorknob and motions toward the ajar door. his head drops slightly, and he thanks your haircut for hiding the sneaky smirk creeping on his lips.

“xavier?” you whisper his name.

why? why? how can his own voice make him hot in the head? are you doing this intentionally? he lifts, eyes ready to pull yours into alluring depths awaiting right behind your apartment’s door.

“c’mon in, your majesty.” he knocks at the door twice.

“wha—”

a flurry of hits instantly land on his shoulder in an attempt to distract him from the blush on your cheeks. he bites down on his lips, ignoring the muscles twitching with pain; your shyness only enticing him further.

“perhaps your majesty would prefer to be carried instead?”

“oh, shut up, xavier!”

another slap, right on his chest. it hurts more than he likes to admit. maybe he should let you know to take it easy while being in his body...

he smiles as you rush past him, finally happy to be home where no one can hurt you. “be careful.”

inside, the faint smell of your perfume greets him — the same one you must have been wearing before things happened. after the incident, and of course being nowhere near as logical or lucid, xavier didn’t quite get the chance to take a whiff. at other times, he would have sniffed you out like a dog when you’d come sauntering to the association, whether it be from his desk or just standing behind you in front of the vending machine.

don’t mind that he couldn’t before, because now, as you sit and bend in the entryway, xavier is finally getting his full fill. he is begging the scent to remain locked inside him forever. this soft musk, nectar of white roses blended with something raw and sweat — this scent that only belonged to you.

xavier inhales deeply. he wants it all. all of you.

in front of him, you take off his shoes in silence, and so does he: those nettlesome heeled boots that have given your poor, poor feet a lesson not to be forgotten. how can you hunt in them daily? they slide off the ankles smoothly, and he drops them onto the floor right beside his. your skin is pulsing; he can feel the swelling cushion his weight as he tries to get used to flat ground again. a weary, unrecognizable sound escapes him, causing you to hum in question.

“my feet — i mean your feet...” he points to the reddened limbs. “those heels are serious trouble.”

you blink and look down at his feet instead: no swelling or anything. “i usually just shower after work — the cold water helps a lot with the swelling!”

xavier stills, lust fogging his mind once more. he stutters. “t-that’s—”

shower? are you telling him to shower? in your body? really, he doesn’t mind, but won’t that make you... he can’t even look at you now, not when he’s feeling himself fucking leak at the suggestion of such a tantalizing experience.

is this how it feels for you?

a sniff pulls him gently back to reality. you look up at him, oblivious to the commotion happening inside him. “really, it would feel amazing afterward!”

are you being dense on purpose?

his eyes snap to yours. your head is tilted to the side, confusion lacing everything playful. you must be really, really tired, or were you?

xavier sighs. “(name)...”

this isn’t an invitation of some kind, right?

“are you forgetting... something?” he points to his body and then yours.

you smile sheepishly. “oh, right... maybe another time!”

another time...?

your hums don’t answer anything. you turn around, already heading deeper inside. one more sneaky comment and he’s going to do things he would probably regret.

you skip your shower, and so does he. dinner was takeout: ready-to-eat hotpot kits (it’s a staple for him at this point, and xavier’s not ashamed in the slightest) and some ice cream because, apparently, you were going to make his body crave it like no other.

“it doesn’t work like that—”

the ice cream is freezing as it licks up his teeth and the insides of his cheeks. he shouldn’t have bitten down...

“why not?” you ask before sneaking a lick of his cone, making him pretend to frown.

“i mean, the fact you are in my body is proof enough. don’t ya think?” you continue, mirth dripping from each word.

xavier wishes he was, actually.

a boop on your nose pushes you away from his melting ice cream and him. “e-eat before it makes a mess.”

(please don’t notice the clench of his thighs.)

of course, you don’t react to his teasing or comprehend the implications of your offhand words. you have his eyes closed as you change his clothes for him, expecting the same from him; he hopes you didn’t hear the hitches in his breath or his fast pulse. after dinner, when the promise of sleep silently awaits in one corner, you only give him two choices: the bed or the couch. xavier would have preferred to sleep beside you, but he’d rather you have a good night’s sleep because he knows you need it.

even if it meant no sleep for him.

as xavier said before: it is going to be a long night.

at eleven ten, he coaxed you into mindless chatter that had no business lasting for twenty minutes — petty drama peddling in the association, or jeremiah’s new inventions that were already causing headaches — but it did for him. just to not let you go, just so he could hold onto you a little longer. at eleven thirty-two, you yelled a good night, xavier, and the door of your bedroom clicked shut, officially separating you from him for hours to come — daunting times where he desperately needs you to be there with him.

the clock is daring to cross one now, and sleep has continued to evade him. outside, barks of a dog — no doubt the same one the whole apartment building takes turns caring for — penetrate the glass of your windows, shooing away what little repose he was beginning to lure in.

your couch barely compares to the one in his own apartment. no, he’s not blaming your design choices, but the cushions are an absolute pathetic excuse, and xavier wants to laugh at them hard. no way he’s going to get even a blink of sleep. this is all part of your plan, isn’t it? to have him come knocking at your door like a dog, soaked after the rain. xavier clenches his thighs again, desperately trying to stop the wetness leaking out. the sensation makes him whine; he can’t just plunge his fingers in there now, can he?

please forgive me.

xavier’s gone. gone, gone.

exhaling deeply, he lifts your night shirt and cups your chest in both hands. god, you are so soft, feeling like silk against silk. his fingers play around with the puckered buds, all the while glancing at the corner of the hallway in case you decide to sneak up on him. he slowly glides one hand down the stomach, lingering on the abdomen, feeling and caressing the skin he’s longed to touch for centuries. and he can’t help the moan.

hearing your voice coming out of him turns him on. more and more. the shorts are pushed to the knees quickly, and he doesn’t waste time sliding one hand into your panties. the only remaining light that graces his vision is the lamp you left on out of courtesy. the golden light laps at the expanse of your thighs, finally letting him see your body in clarity.

fuck, xavier breathes out, immediately letting his fingers trace around the pulsing opening. he does exactly what he has always wanted to do to you. beginning with a slow swirl around the clit, not quite touching but enough for him to feel a phantom of it hypnotize him. with his breath lagging, he collects the slickness pooling out of your pussy, making sure to coat his middle finger well, and gently nudges it past the fluttering muscles.

fuck it.

instantly, he feels your walls clamp down on the intrusion. the insane heat of them makes his mouth fall open, voice strangling in a knot somewhere deep in your throat. another finger pokes at the entrance, eager to join in the fun, and your walls have no choice but to accommodate more and more. his movements are sloppy — as to be expected. xavier is none other than a novice at this very moment, after all.

sweat beads on his forehead, carrying with it a salty taste as it drips into his agape mouth. the pace he picks is relentless. he should be more careful, more gentle, as he loves your body, but he can’t. lust is the only drive in him right now; he just can’t. he’s already becoming adept at pulling your muscles like they were his, and he just can’t contain the urge to experiment and experiment. a flick on your clit, or a pinch that makes his back arch, or even a slow caress on your other puckered hole when the pleasure drove him mad enough.

xavier loves you, he loves your body so much. and he always will.

the sweet, sweet release is more of a tease than the fingers scissoring deep in your pussy; it doesn’t come no matter how much he works his hand. frustration is the last thing xavier wanted to feel right now. alas, your fingers are nowhere near as long as his. if it were his own, he would have easily reached far deeper than what yours are allowing him right now. disgust rises in him, but it’s too late. it’s almost humiliating to admit that he’s downright begging to feel his own length slide right in, feel it harden and pump through the pliant muscles of your walls.

xavier mewls. the filthy thoughts of being fucked by himself cloud his mind, bringing on a feeling estranged yet slightly familiar — one welcomed nevertheless, one he wanted regardless.

i am sorry, (name).

another groan cuts through the tranquility of your living room, and the pressure simmering throughout today finally erupts. the barking dies out in the ringing in his ears, and the orgasm wrecks him, your body, in ways he didn’t know were possible. those little beats of heat now felt like molten fire as they spread from his core, circulating through his body. like a disassembled doll, xavier remains flat on the couch, unmoving except for the erratic rise and fall of his chest. the dull pleasure slowly dissipates in his nerves, only to leave behind the same need that needed to sink its teeth a bit deeper.

he knows this won’t be enough to sate him, at all.

so xavier stands up, his head spinning for a little upon his hurried movements. it’s not long before he’s heading to your bedroom, footsteps creaking against the wooden floor.

should he knock?

a gulp as his hand lifts to rest on the wood, and he waits. a second, then ten more — for something to startle him from behind. you don’t open it for him, and he doesn’t know why he expected you to. his hand finally grabs the knob, and he twists it open.

xavier quietly enters your bedroom without the urgency that brought him to your very door in the first place, and perhaps he knows the reason why. he waddles closer to your bed, the lack of light barely a hindrance for him. seeing you up close makes the gates open again, but now the flow of fervor is tame, because it’s you. he can’t ever bear to be rough with you.

he slips in right beside you, the coldness of the blankets a pleasant surprise for his feverish body. you don’t move an inch as you lie on your side, little snores escaping your lips. the timid moonlight doesn’t do justice to the peace reflected on your face — something he doesn’t want to snatch away from you. he wants you so badly; at the same time, he wants you to want him too.

you will accept him, won’t you, even if it’s him wearing your own skin?

xavier tucks a lone strand behind your ear. his hand cups your cheek, letting his heat permeate the cold skin. his body has always run a bit colder, after all. it would crush him to see his own body hurt you. a pat is all he tests for now as he awaits your impending reaction. when you don’t return to the waking world, xavier tries something bolder. his face lines up to yours, and he presses his lips against yours, eyes squeezing shut.

you see him like a friend, but to him, you’ve always been his everything, forever: from the end of a beginning to the beginning of an end. xavier doesn’t want to label your relationship as mere coworkers or friends or... lovers. it’s just not fair to the two of you. he’s crossing a line here, he knows, but can you even blame him? if only you were aware of everything: the past, his and yours. then you would have understood, right?

like clockwork, you begin to stir awake. it’s the suck of a breath first, one he doesn’t let you claim so easily. his lips move harder against yours when a muffled noise escapes you. when he finally feels you push on his shoulders, he pulls away, already missing you.

“what—” you heave, trying to replace the air he stole from you. “xavier… what are you doing here?”

what does he even say to you?

“did you just...” you gasp. he sees your hand reach up for your lips, feeling the skin he’s been messing with: red and bitten raw. the extra pillow beneath him soaks up any sweat dribbling down his face. the air has changed, hotter; he can feel it melt on him — like salty vapors of a restless sea.

“you should know this by now.” he whispers, hoping you’d hear him.

you blink. “what do you mean?”

“that i am insatiable — that i have been for so long now.”

he moves closer, not paying attention to another gasp of yours. his hand grabs yours immediately and pushes it into your panties. you can feel it, right? the wetness, the mess his fingers had just made moments ago. he stares at your agape mouth, not knowing what you are feeling. your hand doesn’t move, and neither do you, only rendering him breathless.

you don’t want him…?

“please,” he pleads, eyes looking up at you. “i want this. i want you badly.”

you gulp, silver eyelashes fluttering. “xavi—”

“please.”

xavier sits up, completely imprudent by now. he climbs on top of your torso, making sure to press his core right where you should be aching for him. your want doesn’t wish to reveal itself to him right now, but it’s okay. another grind comes, from down to up. another moan sounds from your mouth, which tells him he’s succeeding, slowly but surely. it’s small, subtle, but the bulge only makes him proud for a vile reason; you react well, don’t you? his hips move with a mind of their own, drawing more sounds from you.

“you feel me?” xavier pants from above.

you are beginning to tremble beneath him now, your hand palming his sides. reluctance pulls you by the joints, and your lips break apart, a shudder making you still before you use his own strength to stop him.

“we can’t—”

one more grind just to drive his motives home — one painfully slow for the both of you. he feels your bulge now prod at his moist center, begging for reprieve.

“x-xavier, we can’t do this right now…” you blink up at him.

he tilts his head to the side, letting a smile etch onto his face — one that was definitely more wicked than it looked. “why not?”

“i—”

“you say no…” his one palm slithers in between your bodies, and he presses hard on the pulsing bulge, in essence, trampling over your excuses.

“what’s this, then?”

xavier muffles whatever you were going to say next. his lips are back on yours, licking, sucking, not leaving any skin untouched. you don’t try to push him off this time, in fact quite the opposite. he thinks he might be dreaming as you grind back against him, reciprocating in the way he was wishing you would.

xavier parts from you, and noses against your jaw. “you’ve been wanting this too, haven’t you?”

“xav—”

his hand moves fast to cup your chin. “no, tell me exactly what it is.”

he sees your eyes close, teeth nibbling your lips. “and if i say yes...”

then they open once more with a blue so fervent it nearly makes him collapse.

“what would that make me?”

sudden affection floods him. he chuckles and gives your cheek a gentle pat. “what do you think?”

a pause hits you before: “just like... you?”

that’s the crux of it all, isn’t it?

“just… like.. me.”

another pat lands as your limbs relax beneath him. he asks, “well, do you… want to?”

your eyes widen, and you bite your lips again. he patiently waits even though the bulge pressing against him is yelling at him to do something, quick. because your word is all that matters. xavier hopes you know he would get off you this very moment if you so desired.

but, of course, you don’t.

“i want to.”

you want him too.

xavier smiles, a genuine one for this hectic night. “i know.”

soon, he’s pawing at the waistband of the sweatpants he guided your legs through hours ago. you don’t hesitate this time as he pulls them off you in one single go. it’s you who paws at his boxers next, muttering something that sounds awfully close to a “please.” the word is drawn out in his husky voice, as if you’d finally learned to manipulate his vocal cords for your salacious gains. he does the same with the boxers, throwing them across the room to a forgotten corner before returning above you.

instinct controls him, and he quickly wraps his hand around the hard erection. xavier drinks in your expression, his ministrations making you all the more pliant beneath him — just as he wanted. “how does this feel?”

“i can’t describe—oh!” a moan is ripped out of you when he squeezes slightly.

“strange? weird?”

his eyes meet yours, and you manage a nod, silver hair matted from sweat.

“but familiar…” a smile breaks out on your face.

“you know,” he lets go of the pulsing length, and straddles your lap once more. “i felt the same too.”

“when?”

“when i fucked myself using your fingers.”

“what?!” the shock on your face makes him snort. “is that why you were fucking leaking?!”

his tight grip is back on you, and he’s already guiding the hardness to where he drips.

“it wasn’t enough. i wanted my own fucking dick — so bad.”

xavier lifts, making sure not to break eye contact. “wanted to fuck myself stupid on you.”

a laugh blooms out of you. “you are nasty.”

“never denied that…” xavier bends forward, and pecks your lips.

“so… you’ll fuck me, right?”

you pull him down fast.

with his breath caught, his eyes are forced shut, drowning out every other sense with only you. your fingers are no match for the wholeness he feels. he knew it already, you know? his dick was always going to be the one to fit so perfectly inside of you, nestled in your welcoming warmth, filling every nook; for him and only him.

“xavier—!” he feels you claw at his thighs.

“i’ll move, d-don’t worry.”

and he does, slowly, up and down, up, down, testing the waters, feeling every sensation, everything he’s been bombarded with: your nails imprinting on his thighs, his hot length molding something deep inside you.

“you like it?”

he’s bouncing now, and he has no idea why he knows how to. the slickness from your mixed fluids is dripping out around the length, as it pools on your lap. the splosh, splosh deafening in the silence you both didn’t occupy. you remove your hands from his waist and cover your eyes, making him laugh sluggishly. his hands stretch across your chest, tweaking with your little, pink nipples. your response is instantaneous in the form of a loud shriek, sharp enough to cut through the tension.

“w-why is your body—ahh! so sensitive?!” you moan out.

“don’t blame m-me, baby…”

xavier leans forward, and he’s kissing you again, almost trying to eat you through your mouth. your tongue barely holds against him as he rubs his against yours, hard and filthy, letting saliva leak from the sides of your connected lips.

the tightness returns to your limbs, however, this time because of an entirely different reason. he can feel it too, a feeling he knows too well: this blazing knot, binding deep inside his abdomen. he’s close, and so are you. he can’t tell where you begin and he ends, and truthfully, xavier doesn’t care. he’d weld himself against you if he could. he’s too lost deep in the pleasure by now, that he’s barely paying attention to how his moans begin to deepen with each strangled whine. the gravity seems to have flipped completely, but xavier blames it on the dick drilling through him.

except, it’s not anymore.

one moment he’s hearing you blabber about how tight he feels, and the very next, it’s him feeling that same tightness around him. huh…? he tries to stop his bouncing, only to find out he’s not the one doing that now. his eyes snap open, and he freezes. it’s you, and your face, and your body he sees above him; your thighs on the sides of his waist, your walls clenching around him instead of the other way around.

oh.

he pinches at your thigh. “(name).”

“no,” you whisper, your voice landing fresh. “i was so close!”

“(name)…” his hands come to grope your behind.

being back in his own body doesn’t elicit the surprise from him xavier was thinking it would. and for you, it doesn’t seem any different either — not surprised, only that you are mourning the release he was going to give you. what should he do now that he’s finally free from a fantasy, only to be trapped in a different one?

you pout, tightening around him again. “you are not going to leave me hanging, xavier.”

“of course… come here.” he smirks.

you lean toward him, immediately catching him in another kiss — a kiss that finally feels normal, like puzzle pieces back in their places. his one hand splays on your back, while the other slides down in between your body, finding that tiny bud that still seemed to pulse.

xavier parts from you, lips sloppy. “you are just as insatiable as me…”

“stop—” his fingers press on your clit, making you shut up.

xavier can’t stop himself now, can’t stop the lewd words falling out of his mouth, or his hips that rush to meet yours halfway.

“look at you, baby…”

“bent over me like this.”

“all spread open for me.”

“so obscene, aren’t you?”

his mouth traps yours in a push and pull again, distracting enough for you that you almost miss the way his dick starts moving inside you.

“oh, xavier… oh~”

“fuck—” xavier stills immediately, trying not to cum at the spot. his arms cage you in against him. “don’t, or i might just…”

“aw, you are so cute.”

a flick lands on your forehead, making you whine. he recollects himself and looks at you one last time, mirroring your amusement.

“i am gonna move, okay?”

a nod from you is all it takes for his hips to start moving again. xavier doesn’t find it hard to thrust into you from below, if anything else, he can feel so much farther in you this way. you begin to gush around him as he continues to piston into you, thrust after thrust, not letting his pace falter even once. he keeps you close to his chest, letting you hear his heartbeat that seems to race just like yours.

the clenches around him never stop for even a second, alongside your sucks and bites on his nipples. xavier knows you are beginning to feel good now.

“touch yourself for me?” he coaxes you gently by patting on your back, meanwhile continuing to fuck you steadily.

“eh—”

the request is sudden but sweet you accept it anyways. xavier stares at you through his sweat-slicked bangs, watching your mouth fall agape, as your fingers try to match with his consistent thrusts.

“f-feeling good?”

a moan escapes you just as he angles his dick slightly, hitting deeper. “so goooood!”

after a few more thrusts, comprehension seems to be lost on you. it’s all blabbering now for you: “xavier, please! xavier, i can’t!”

xavier, i can’t take this! then why are you moving despite telling him not to?

xavier, don’t stop! and yet you cry for his mercy when his ruthlessness overtakes.

you are not the only one out of your mind, however. an impatient roar rises in him also. he, too, seems to balance right on the very edge, and your own release would be all it would take for him to tip over it. you have him thrown so out of his orbit, that he won’t be able to return anytime soon. he suckles on your neck, leaving behind purple hues that will match the ones you gifted on his chest.

you have long since stopped playing with your clit; instead, hold onto him as you hide your face in his neck, licking up any sweat drops that pass by your blurred vision. your voice melts against his ears, your moans more like a melody, he wanted to relish and tune according to his desires.

“xavier—” your imminent warning finally sounds in the heat of it all. his arms tighten their hold on you, and he hears you yell: “i am gonna—!”

“gonna cum? on my cock? yeah, show me, baby.”

and you do, making him feel every single fucking squeeze — complete insanity. it’s damn near impossible to move inside the vise-like grip your pussy has on him. not long after, xavier feels himself spurting inside your hot walls as his thick cum drips out of your poor hole in globs.

xavier’s undone all the way to the soul.

a few minutes pass with you slumped atop him, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

“that was…”

no further words leave you, but xavier already knows everything. he smiles as you nuzzle against his cheek.

the need has finally sunk its teeth.

with this, xavier has taken absolutely everything from you in every sense.

(and he needs to keep that wanderer around for… ahem, research purposes.)

that’s just what being in the knight academy yields. xavier doesn’t want to blame jeremiah; actually, he can’t. but still, xavier hopes that jeremiah could go a little easy on you, because... he would never do that to you.

another attack looms, immediately switching on something inside xavier. you can’t really do much against the swift swings jeremiah unleashes on you. a dull pat sounds amidst the dying out chatter. it must have been a short impact as it lands on your shoulder. the effects are not immediate; your body remains upright, but xavier can easily tell from your pause that they were nothing but. jeremiah checks his shoulder, and he immediately bursts into a sheepish laugh.

”sorry,” he sees jeremiah mouth.

you finally turn around, gracing xavier with a view of your face. sweat dribbles down your face; the sunlight licks up any remaining, and he almost feels jealous. bubbly laughter flows from your lips, laughter that only heightens his senses. you are patting jeremiah’s shoulders, ”it’s alright.”

it isn’t. at least for him.

xavier wants to push jeremiah into the ground so badly.

by the time you return to him, the training grounds have already quieted down, leaving nothing but the faint smell of summer heat and cries of cicadas replacing the low hum of mindless chatter. xavier sits on a bench, his eyes closed and his sword between his thighs. the wind has begun to rustle the chaste leaves overhead, as they fall one by one, each barely missing his cooling body.

your footsteps are polite; he can hear your erratic exhales as you carefully maneuver around the resting students on the ground. a pleasant breeze announces your presence alongside you, and he feels you sit down right beside him. the bench is quite small, and he knows you are already overthinking etiquette toward a royal, but he wishes it could be even smaller. your warmth keeps on fading right before it reaches him, you know?

his thighs tremble just as your uniform caresses his pants. you are so close. he can almost breathe your mischievousness.

”are you sleeping?” your voice practically lulls him into one, but he fights; he has to. he can’t let this moment go to waste. xavier peeks one eye open, fighting a smile. ”no.”

”oh, hey...” a smile pulls you closer to him. ”so, how are you?”

”i am doing fine,” he blinks and turns on his side to face you, his sword standing between you. ”you?”

”good, good,” you chirp, trying to rock back and forth on the bench. ”why is it suddenly so hot?”

xavier pretends to think. he wishes he had the answer. instead:

”how was training?” he asks quickly, akin to a cicada jumping across a stick. xavier already knows; he just wonders if you’d tell him, as he wants you to.

you shy away from him again; this time, it’s not his mere wishful thinking. xavier doesn’t know what pulls you away, and more and more, farther from him. no, you are physically there, still on his ridiculously small bench, which the misers in the academy refuse to upgrade. in the same sense, it’s you, your mind, yourself — unknowingly, unintentionally, whatever that would make sense to his mind — that still doesn’t want to open up to him.

a frown tugs on his lips while your own lips part, inviting his eyes to look at. ”nothing. you know how training usually goes — just a mere something. no worries.” a group of laughing people tugs your eyes away from him, leaving him with no part of you.

just how much longer does he have to wait?

xavier sighs, his voice catching on something. ”a-are you hurt?”

you stiffen, hands on your lap closing onto one another. ”oh— i”

”uh, it’s... i mean” fuck. say something. say something! ”i-it was jeremiah. he was complaining about—”

”o-oh, okay. that’s— oh, right—” you wince as if reliving the exact moment jeremiah hit you.

you don’t say anything more. only your hand comes up to knead your shoulder. that’s enough for xavier. the urge in him to hug is roaring, and so is his want to comfort you. holding himself back, xavier slides closer to you, letting his thigh touch yours.

”may i?” he glances at your shoulders before meeting you in the eyes.

”you don’t have to— it’s nothing, really.” you don’t look at him now.

ahh, you are embarrassed. the red in your cheeks is very adorable, but you don’t have to be, not with xavier.

”let me help you.”

he smiles and cups your shoulder anyway, letting your warmth finally flood him.

you smile back. xavier can finally breathe easily now.