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It was late at night and he was scrolling Tiktok to admire pretty girls doing dances like any young straight man in his twenties. He’d hoped to wait until Azure stopped streaming but that didn’t seem to be any time soon.
A flash of horns caught his eye as he scrolled and he couldn’t help but flick back to admire the unusual and at least somewhat familiar individual. He looked like one of those vtuber type friends of his housemate now he looked at it.
He wasn’t gay - Brock was certain of it! Still, he couldn’t help but be enraptured as the man on his phone danced in a pair of tight jeans, a black shirt cut away at his shoulders and a triangle had been removed from the chest part to reveal the tattoo underneath, swirling along his sternum. The purple scarf around the guy’s neck seemed to sway in time with the music too.
This guy knew he was cute.
He clicked the profile, opening it up to see the guy filling his screen. All his tiktoks seemed to be dances or just him posing for the camera. Sometimes he appeared alongside someone else, a big man built like a polar bear who seemed to be deliberately avoiding showing his face on the camera. The dancer was very clingy with this man, one of the videos had them chatting and Brock looked envious as this pretty boy looked to his partner with nothing but pure love in his eyes.
He clicked back, selecting another dance. This one gave him the back view of the lean boy, his demon tail swaying side to side in times with his hips and Brock let out a whimper.
He looks hot.
He liked a few of the dancing videos, a strangely comfortable, tired feeling washing over him as he went back to the one of devil-boy and his mystery man, tapping the like on that one too.
He dreamed of someone sneaking in through his window, the hot, still air of high summer even hotter feeling. This person was beautiful - flawless makeup on his pretty face and those demonic features were alluring.
They explored his room, singing a little tune Brock couldn’t recognise before pouncing on him. He tried to move back but it was futile, his body protesting as he maintained eye contact with the other man.
“Hello~” they purred out, pretty eyes shaped like hearts as they held his chin gently, body crouched over his and weight resting on only one hand. The tail looked so tempting to touch and yet he seemed paralyzed.
“You’re a cutie, aren’t you?” They chuckled.
“Are you from the videos?”
“That’s me!” They purred. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
“Well yeah, I’m dreaming.”
“Sure?” The demon seemed to ponder it but leaned forward with a purr. “I see you like my videos!”
“You’re pretty I guess.”
“I am! You’re so sweet.”
“This is a weird dream.”
“It’ll get weirder.” He could feel their breath against his ear and he whimpered helplessly as they laughed and clicked their fingers. “See you soon~”
Did I black out?
He woke from a deep slumber, he’d slept through over a dozen alarms and the angry banging on his door from his roommates. He rolled onto his side and a sudden discomfort made him hyperaware.
His underwear was sticky.
“Are you kidding!?”
“Oi! Fuckface! Are you finally awake!?” Regina called through.
“Yeah I’m up!”
“Turn your fucking alarms off, asshole.” She barked. “Pissed us all off.”
“Sorry!”
He peeled himself from his underwear, embarrassed that he’d had a wet dream, stuffing the boxers in the bottom of his laundry hamper and dragging it downstairs once he’d dressed in his training gear.
“You, doing laundry?” Azure scoffed.
“Sorry for being less gross?”
“You’ve missed your morning track, what gives, hun?”
“I stayed up late, got into a rabbithole on Tiktok, say, you ever had a weird dream about someone you saw online?”
“In what way?”
“Like you see someone so much, they appear in your dreams?”
“No?”
“So I was watching this dude’s tiktok and I dunno…he was haunting me I guess.”
Azure seemed to pause - she knew of a particular person who could do that. But he promised to steer clear of anyone Azure had in her care.
“Say, what did this guy look like?” Azure asked, as she sipped her coffee. “Your dream, I mean?”
“Uh…Short dark hair, little demon horns.” He pointed his fingers up to simulate them. “Weird eyes.”
“Weird how?”
“One was pink, one was like a green-blue? Kinda like the ocean?”
“Show me the video you liked.” Azure held out her hand. He opened his Tiktok, looking up the searched username. He scrolled the videos but none of them were thirst traps - in fact, they were of one of those vtubers Azure and Jona watched.
“I can’t find it.”
“Okay, can I see the videos that you have found?”
She studied the video and tried to hide her reaction from him.
“Well, I say you just had a bit of a gay panic.” Jona commented from where she was fishing snacks from the fridge. “Admit it, the dude was hot.” Azure rolled her eyes when Jona slung an arm over her shoulder, kissing her on the cheek. “Not as hot as you babe.”
“Uh…huh.” Azure scowled.
“Do you know this guy?” Brock asked. “You seem awful quiet, and you know quite a few of these vtuber types!”
“Never met him.” She handed him the phone back. “I’ve got a stream to be setting up for.”
Azure: So your latest victim is my housemate
<3F<3: I know, recognised your stream set up when I peeked in your room :3
Azure: He has no idea
what
you are
<3F<3: Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt him! I just want some casual fun~
Azure: Aren’t you dating that military guy?
<3F<3: I’m in his lap right now! Who do you think helps me film the thirst traps??
Azure: and he’s fine with this?
<3F<3: He’s number one best milf~
“Azure! I know you’re lying!” Brock called through, aware that Jona had left and he wouldn’t get boxed over the head for the suggestion. “Look, should I be worried some weird sexy guy is appearing in my room or not?”
“Just…be careful.” Azure sighed. “Now get lost, I don’t want to stream with you smashing shit downstairs.”
Brock had been on his way to track when a familiar figure was in the bleachers, sipping at a soda.
“It’s you!”
“Hello again.” Those eyes were hypnotic, the twitch of his tail caught Brock’s eyes. “Forgive my manners for breaking in last night.”
“You were-”
“Did you think you were dreaming? Heehee, that’s my magic tail for you!”
“Magic…tail?”
“Mm-hm, you remember last night at all?”
“No man, I was sleeping.”
“Na, you just think you were, it’s part of our contract.”
“Contract?”
“Watch my tiktoks and you’re bound to me until we fuck.”
“W-what?”
“Surprised?”
“Man, I’m not gay.” Brock protested a little too loudly, some of his trackmates had heard them chatting. Fleur waved at the group.
“I’m Fleur, by the way.” He smiled.
“Oh uh…Brock.”
“You watched a lot of my videos.” Fleur hummed. “You should be more careful, check the tags.”
“I can’t man, the vids weren’t there this morning.”
Fleur sipped more of his soda and handed him his own phone. Brock swallowed hard when he saw beautiful tattoos down the other man’s fingers and delicately painted nails. Black steel and silver rings adorned most of his fingers.
“Who’s the man in your phone background?” Brock asked. It looks like the man in the tiktoks.
“He’s my boyfriend.” Fleur answered as calmly as if he’d been asked what the weather was. He leaned on his right hand, the tilt of his head making his hair shine in the sunlight.
Brock studied the tiktok account, sure enough, the tags clearly identified that he’d inadvertently made a deal with a demon - a succubus.
“Aren’t succubus chicks?”
“I mean, most are, yeah.” Fleur hummed. “I have female anatomy but I’m not a woman.”
“Oh you’re trans?”
“Is that a problem?”
“No? The fact you aren’t single is kinda fucked up though.”
“Silly, a single lover isn’t enough for a succubus, I’d kill my poor partner!”
“He’s cool with this shit?”
“He is. I can call him and get him to confirm if you’d like?”
“I mean- no, it’d be weird to call a man and ask him to hook up with his partner?”
“Ever been with a man before?”
“Nope.”
“You’re not my first straight boy~ you’re cute.”
“T-thanks?”
“Here’s my number, let’s chat a lil before we make a date, yeah?”
“Oh, thanks.”
-
“How’d your intro go?” Barton asked as they met for coffee that afternoon.
“Another bicurious boy trying to pretend he’s straight.” Fleur sighed. “Cute though! I took a look at his profile, he’s funny!” Fleur showed him the profile. “I found him at a track meet thing, he’s a runner!”
“Stamina to keep up with your demanding energy at least then.”
“Mm, I guess we’ll go on a date. He’s either gonna be the most boring lay ever or a shit date.”
“My money’s on the shit date.”
-
Barton was right.
A drive through dinner date Fleur had definitely been overdressed for sucked but he was a fan of greasy food and his Grecian statue of a man wasn’t so keen on the stuff.
“So uh…I figured we’d go to the drive through movie theater after this?” Brock offered, watching fondly as this skinny demon boy powered through food like a wild animal.
“Sounds good! Are…you nervous?”
“N-no! Well, yes but I don’t really know you that much still, you seem cool, I think you’d be a neat friend is all!”
“Thanks! You should probably be careful with those sorta thoughts though, I’m pretty dangerous to be around. People tend to cause me issues.” Fleur sighed, stretching his legs out and trying to ignore the obvious dip being hidden by the mat below his feet.
They’d been chatting a lot more than Fleur normally would with his prey-hookups. Fleur’d mentioned that he knew Azure and that got the conversation flowing - he almost let slip that Azure wasn’t so different to him too. They spoke about Barton, about Fleur and his soldier’s relationship, of the Succubi, of the expectations of the hookup. He liked Brock, he was funny, a brotherly figure. Barton had said that Fleur seemed to enjoy talking to this guy and maybe when the sex came to an end he should work on making a genuine friendship without that dynamic.
“I see why you like this theater, I’m guessing I’m not your first date you’ve fumbled with in this car huh?” Fleur reached for the switch on the seat, surprised when he flopped straight back - the seat’s suspension was non-existent.
“Ah be careful there, Powerball’s a little moody!”
“Ugh, come by my workshop one day? I can fix her up!” Fleur groaned from his new position, letting out a noise when Brock seemed to take the lead and lean over the succubus, framing him with a surprisingly heavy frame.
“My side doesn’t collapse as far back if that would be better?” Fleur laughed and it was a nice sound.
“No, this is fine.”
“Uh…I got some questions first before we do anything?”
“Sure.”
“You’re uh…not gonna transform or bite me or something fucked up right?” He’d spent the night before studying the man in the tiktoks with Fleur to see if he had any wounds the other man caused.
“Nope! You’ll feel a little dizzy while I eat, at worse!”
“Uh…you said in our messages I needed to finish inside of you too…I ain’t ever - u-uh girls tend to not like that and all.”
“Mm, I’m immune to STIs and I don’t have a womb, so that’s not a concern. Lilith Spawn are sterile so we can lure more victims, supposedly.” A nervous hand settled in his hip. “Still scared of pretty boys?” He giggled.
His pheromones were filling the car, the hypnotic desire he exuded was affecting Brock if the way his body got hotter and he squeezed Fleur’s hip just a little tighter. His eyes were less focused but he was still lucid, just horny, that’s as far as Fleur was willing to take the hypnotism. His partners still deserved the right to revoke consent.
Brock kissed aggressively, tongue pushing into Fleur’s mouth forcefully.
“You’ve got a pierced tongue?”
“Yeah, I pierced most other places so of course!” Fleur noticed the light above them was still on. “Kill your ignition or we’ll get caught for sure.”
Brock apologised a lot as they shimmied from clothes and shoes, arms seemed to always be in the way.
“Tail!” Fleur complained when Brock had leaned down to try and open his fly and put pressure on it.
“Is it sensitive?” Brock asked, distracted.
“Not really? It’s kinda like having an extra arm or leg.” Fleur let Brock hold it gently as he returned to kissing Brock, letting the other man slip his hand into his shirt.
He was definitely used to girls who wanted him just for his body - he’d managed to get down into the footwell to give Fleur head but he was bad , he had no skill or technique at all.
Or maybe I’m just a spoiled brat?
“Stop it.” Fleur hadn’t meant to giggle but warm breath against his thigh made his tail flick against Brock and the noise he’d made was silly.
“Sorry I uh…the sorta girls I date are-“
“The type who sits there and just let you hammer ‘em and leave?”
“Well that’s mean.” Brock huffed, moving to slip his fingers inside Fleur instead who whined and tried to ground with the strange tempo Brock was setting as he considered whether this would make him gay if the track guys found out.
“It makes you bi, stupid.” Fleur dug the back of his heel into Brock’s shoulder. “Gods, you somehow think so loud I can see it on your face.”
“Oh my bad.” Brock smiled bashfully.
“It’s fine? Like I said, not my first questioning straight boy.”
It was clumsy, awkward and he’d eventually relented to lying on his back and letting Fleur take charge before he came embarrassingly early or overthought that the pretty femboy on his lap was a man too much and threw him out the car.
“Ready?” Fleur asked, skinny frame revealing his ribs as he arched back a little before sinking down.
“W-warm!” Brock whined.
“Oh, you said you’ve never gone without rubbers right? Hehe~ hold tight for me now.” A hand gripped Fleur’s tail and he bit his lip to surpress a whimper as his hunger began to grow.
“Hey, if you just need the cum, why fuck ‘em, wouldn’t hand or blowjobs work just as well?”
“Cause Succubi Law is that we need to earn it from a lover and not just milk a man dry. It’s…hard to explain but the energy is more…nutritious after full-blown sex, the more taboo the better.”
Brock was sweet, Fleur had thought him to just be an airheaded curious guy who’d bound himself in the contract with Fleur without thinking but he was intelligent and quick to tell what his lover liked. A hand held Fleur as the Succubus set pace, whimpering with the extra support to rock grind their hips together.
“You’re cute, prettier than some of my exes.” Brock groaned at the feeling of Fleur fully sheathed on him. “God, this is sexy as hell.”
“Keep your mouth shut or an usher might come check the car.” Fleur reminded him.
“Fuck, god you’re making it real hard to hold off.”
“Give me one orgasm and I’ll let you cum.” Fleur teased, sharp fingernails tracing Brock’s lip as he leaned forward and shook his tail from Brock’s grasp. “Your seats suck, my knees hurt.”
“Aww sorry princess.” Brock teased, tongue out.
“Rude. I’ll change it to two orgasms.”
“No way man, have some mercy on me!”
Gently his fingers began to press around their connection, Fleur’s soft whimpers becoming a shout as he pressed the nub above their connection.
“Fuck!”
“Now who’s being loud?” Brock sassed.
“Shut up~ ‘m close.”
Brock noticed. Every little devil charm his lover had was more obvious than ever - glimmering hair heart, eyes glassy with want, tail thrashing in an arc as it pulsed darker with colour.
With an especially loud slap of skin on skin Fleur made a weak trill as his pleasure peaked.
“S-shit!” Brock squeezed him harder than he intended as warmth spread through his body, spilling into the fragile mechanic demon with a whine.
Orgasms could be intense, but it was nothing compared to the dizzying bliss that hit Brock as soon as the last few drops of his seed were released. Fleur giggled above him, drinking in the view and Brock tried to speak but nothing came out.
Brock was out if it for sure, just smiling like an idiot when a tattooed hand pressed into his collarbone.
“Still alive.”
“Y-yeah!” Brock blurted out. “Oh shit, head down.” He saw the beam of a torch light from an usher who moved in the opposite direction before the beam caught Fleur’s horn.
They started laughing, the absurdity of a hookup with a succubus in a battered car seemingly hitting them both. Fleur pressed a very deliberate kiss to his lover’s throat and that dizzy overwhelm took over Brock. Fleur found his boxers stuffed by the edge of the seat and shimmied to get off Brock and slide into them before taking his spot in the driver’s seat.
“Take as long as you need.” He purred, cranking the heat up to counteract the chill on his skin and took his time enjoying the sexual energy in the air, the very lifeforce of a lover at their most vulnerable.
Delicious.
Once he’d had his fill he could tell Brock was coming round from his temporary curse.
“Sit up slowly~” Fleur purred.
His eyes were darker, he didn’t seem as pale either.
“Uh…hehe, that was fun! Can we hangout again?”
“Sure, but just so you know, you get addicted to me it’ll hurt you. You could die, or never want sex without my charms again.”
“That what happened to your guy?”
“Sorta, I probably took it too far but I didn’t kill his drive completely. He could have died because of me.”
“He seems cool, you do too.”
“Heh, he keeps saying I should make a friend or two, wanna go eat junk food and play video games sometime?”
“Hell yeah!”
They tossed clothes at each other and switched seats, both of them having to literally wrench the seat into an upright position again.
“Can I drive you home?”
“I live on the edge of town, I don’t wanna put you out like that. Can you drop me to the station?”
He seemed lost, wistful.
“I do think you’re a cool guy, hot too, but like, I dunno, a cool bro?”
“Thanks.” Fleur was fiddling with a necklace.
“You…don’t like being what you are, do you?”
“Not really, I’d love to make genuine friendships without the sex aspect. Besides I-“
“That soldier’s your true love, right?”
“Hm?”
“Azure told me.” Brock grinned.
“I miss her.” Fleur smiled. “Text me when you’re free for game night, yeah?”
He did see the beat up car was still in the lot when he got the train to go home. He shook his head. How’d he luck out with a second sincere dumbass willing to risk their wellbeing to be around him? He huddled up on the seat, scrolling photos of him and Barton together like a lovesick fool on the way home.
A pair of blue eyes were watching him from the dark of the living room.
“Oh, has he gone to bed?” Fleur asked quietly and a light whimper from one of his lover’s hounds came in reply.
“I thought I heard the door.” Fleur winced when the lamp on the other side of the room Illuminated the cosy nook he called home. “Fun evening?”
“He’s cute and energetic, but he’s…well, not you.” Fleur whimpered.
“Something happen to make you melancholic?” The soldier asked.
“I’m…not sure.”
Barton sighed, tossing the book in his hands onto the table, setting his glasses on top of the book and crossing to pull Fleur into a tight hug.
“I’m sorry.” Fleur whispered. “I-”
“Talk to me?”
“I don’t like being this way, I don’t like having to sleep with other people.”
“You’re a Succubus, Fleur. You can’t change what you are.”
“I know but that doesn’t mean I’m happy. I can’t just be happy with you and in love with you and not have to feed myself from others and- I’m the reason you’re like this.”
“No you aren’t.” Barton laughed, rubbing his hand through Fleur’s hair. “I mean, you drained some of what little libido I had, but we didn’t know that’s what you were doing at the time.”
“I know-”
“I mean, it’s not that I’m never in the mood.” Barton reminded him. “Besides, the injuries to my leg kill my energy too.”
An old war wound had damaged his left leg, leaving him relying on a cane. Getting around hurt more than ever as he’d entered his mid-thirties and his joints protested the years of over-exertion on the battlefield.
“Come on, let’s go make you a hot cocoa and we’ll relax together a while, agreed?” Fleur’s eyes settled on the book on the coffee table, another reference guide to demonic entities, another empty promise of a cure most likely. Fleur wanted to be monogamous without getting sick, wanted to be able to enjoy the rare delight that was the passionate lovemaking he had with his ex-soldier.
To be a succubus was to be cursed. You were a child of the demon goddess Lilith. You weren’t supposed to fall in love, it wasn’t supposed to be a capacity you had and yet Fleur had longed for it and had developed something seemingly impossible and couldn’t even enjoy it without the guilt of knowing he was a serial cheater.
“It’s not cheating.” Barton reminded him as he pulled Fleur to join him on the sofa, hot cocoa steam disappearing into the air around them. “I know that’s what you’re thinking about.”
“I was but-”
“Sit with me.”
Fleur was pulled forward into a kiss, whining softly as Barton pressed deeper and deeper kisses until his lover was breathless. The cum still dripping from Fleur made him feel guiltier than ever and Barton, whether through the weird connection they’d formed from the Succubi’s Curse or because he knew his love more than that man knew himself, smiled softly, setting his hands down slender arms.
“Tell me about the date.”
“He took me for fast food.” Fleur complained. “Azure did say he was kinda childish but like…a drive-through Barton. Drive. Through.”
“Well, guess I better spoil you with the sort of meal we’ll have to wear suits for to make up for it.” A light kiss and Fleur could feel Barton’s hand sneaking under his top, big thumbs tracing shapes over his waistband. “He’s younger than you, right?”
“Mm, probably a few years younger? Twenty-two or three?”
“The photo you showed me suggests he knows he’s bringing his body to a relationship first and foremost.” Barton hummed. “Can I?” His fingers dipped into the waistband of his jeans.
“Ah, if you’d like. I’m still uh- we…didn’t go back to his place or anything so-”
“I don’t mind if you don’t?” Barton smiled.
“Of course not.” Pink flushed across his skin from his blush.
“He’s sweet, he wants to be seen as something other than a goofy guy I think.” Fleur whined as thick, calloused fingers traced along his folds. “Kinda misunderstood, like you, I guess.”
“I’m not smart by any stretch, but I’m not loud and brash like this guy, not anymore at least.” Barton could feel Fleur bucking forward already, moistness from his earlier sex had dampened his underwear but a fresh slickness was forming from Barton’s affections. “You gonna go on other dates with him?”
“He’s fit, so he could handle me a few more times at least.” Fleur was trying to press into the fingers teasing him, Barton smirked at him. “Tease.” Fleur pouted.
“You’re one to talk.” Barton growled at him. “Anyways, I take it you probably fucked in the car, since you didn’t get back to his place.”
“His car sucked. It’s not roomy like yours and it was weird having sex in a parking lot of a theater, kinda hot though?”
“Oh?”
“I mean, imagine how many times we could have been seen.”
“You always were a bit of an exhibitionist.” Barton nodded, fingers finally slipping inside and Fleur bit his lip to suppress the moan as a scarred thumb pressed his sensitive spot.
“His car seats didn’t have enough stuffing either.” Fleur pouted. “So I got on top, my knees hurt from digging into the padding but ah~!”
“Good?”
“Now or then?”
“Then, but I wouldn’t mind the ego boost.” Barton’s voice was husky as he bit Fleur’s earlobe.
“You’re always amazing. He was good, a little too quick but I’m used to that, most people get like that when they overthink sex with me I guess. You don’t, it’s another reason you’re my favorite.” He was tightening around the fingers inside him already. “Other men tend to be confused by their first gay guy or boypussy I guess.”
“Don’t describe it like that.” Barton huffed.
“I mean-! You’d think straight dudes who’ve eaten pussy at least once in their dating history would be good at it.” Fleur grumbled.
“Most dudes are too selfish.”
“Well he sucked at that, and he wasn’t much better at fingering me but his dick was good. He seemed to be confused at first.” Fleur remembered that brief flash of awkwardness on his features, it killed the mood for the demon briefly. “Still he seemed to be willing to let me be in charge, didn’t put up a lot of complaints about it.”
“We fucked for a little bit, he came, he got blissed out like I make people and I just let him go soft inside me and then got into his seat and dined on the bliss, ya know?”
“Mm, I know, I remember that feeling.” Fleur was doing so well holding off his orgasm but that soft smile, that way Barton seemed so self-assured as he listened to Fleur talk was enough to make him whimper the soldier’s name into his neck, slick stickiness coating his lover’s fingers. “There you go, better?”
“Mm, yeah, you’re so pretty.”
“Thank you.”
“I…want to look at you and lay beside you and not feel hungry each morning.” Fleur whispered, helping his lover ease his hand from his pants and Fleur held the messy hand between them, admiring the shine of his release over his fingers. “I want that more than anything.”
Barton let Fleur suck his fingers clean. He wondered what it must be like, perhaps no different to the desire to eat food and just as essential for his lover’s survival. He couldn’t imagine needing something you hated seeking out.
“I don’t mind. We’re open about this stuff.” Barton smiled softly.
“Tastes bitter.” Fleur complained.
“I’m sorry but that’s your fault.” Barton smiled, letting Fleur rest his forehead against his, they kissed. “Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah.” Fleur mumbled from his hair. “I’m gonna have my cocoa and take a shower.”
“I’ll be reading when you get back.”
His blue mood seemed to return in the shower as he rinsed himself clean, the creeping feeling that one day Barton, who wanted to be in love like a normal human being and wake up next to a loyal partner, would one day get tired and leave. When he’d first fallen hard for Barton, he’d tried to drive Barton away, scared of the new feelings and seeing the emotional and physical toll his needs had on his lover. Now Barton was besotted by Fleur, the love not a result of the Succubi Curse but genuine affection.
“Fresh cocoa.” Barton tipped his head towards the mug and pet his lap, the only free safe on the couch that hadn’t been taken up by giant canines.
“You’ll leave me one day.” Fleur whispered.
“Says who?”
“I either kill my lovers, they kill me or they leave me all alone…”
“Sure, if you were a normal succubus, but you’re not! You fell in love with a human, actually in love. I’m honored to be that human.”
“What an honour, to be in love with a whore.” Tears were stinging his eyes.
“You’re not.” Barton wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s tiny frame, pulling him tight against him. “One day we’ll get rid of the curse, we’ll make love whenever the thought catches our minds and it won’t be because you’re hungry or because you’ve charmed me into wanting to, it’ll be because we both want to.”
“You…believe that, don’t you?”
“Of course I do.” Barton nodded.
“Can we…film a cute Tiktok later?”
“If it’ll cheer you up. You gonna text that guy for another hookup or to hangout like I suggested?”
“Maybe. He was cute.” Fleur smiled. “I feel horny, not the hungry kind. Can we-”
“Heh, I’m more than happy to ravage you, just for tonight.”
“Promise I didn’t use my charm this time.”
“I know.”
“You do?”
“Sure, you think I’ve not noticed the difference between my own thoughts and ones you’ve cheekily tried to put in my head.” He kissed Fleur’s neck. “Now I need to prove I give better head than you got earlier, do I not?”
Breathless, spent from being indulged and sticky from the affections of his favourite lover, it took him a moment to notice Barton was leaning over him to grab his cellphone and press it into his hands.
“Hadn’t heard it go…” Fleur leaned back into the kiss at the nape of his neck.
“I noticed. You’ve probably overindulged and it’s tired you out is all.”
Brock: Hey man, hope you got back to Soldier safe - never got his name! So uh…if it’s cool with you, next time we meet, can we do the video games thing? It’s not that I don’t think you’re attractive or whatever or it wasn’t fun but- shit man, I’m rambling.
Fleur: it’s fine! I get it, I’m in bed with Barton now, safe and sound <3
“Sounds like he likes you, not just sex with you, like a certain someone else you know.” Barton smiled. “If anything sounds to me like he wants to be your buddy and work through the implications of his first gay experience and fucking a demon in his own time.”
“Stop being smug.” Fleur pushed him gently.
“You should say yes, a good friend who knows what you are and doesn’t want to blow your back out every time you meet or suffer the allure would be good for you.”
“Mm, does nothing make you jealous?”
“Na, I’m too infallible for that bullshit, ‘sides, the curse affects us both, remember?” Fleur knew Barton was right, he was just as compelled to keep coming back to Barton for the tender affection as Barton was driven to keep Fleur close.
“Can I send him a photo? Just to be a little bitch?”
“C’mere.”
Fleur: *pic attached*
Brock: you two look cute together. So uh…the game night?
Fleur: didn’t make you jealous?
Brock: nope!
Fleur: Guess we can try the friends thing then, this Friday? Bar goes drinking with some old friends after work so I can meet you somewhere near your place?
Brock: Azure shouldn’t be streaming so you got it!
He snuggled in against the broad frame of the man who’d defied the normal curse.
“You’re being smug again.” Fleur complained.
“I am, you keep saying you wanted a friend and now you got one.”
“Azure’s gonna be pissed when she sees me in their living room.”
“It’ll be fine as long as you keep your pants on, I’m sure.”
He could break his curse. He could have friends and a normal relationship. People would love him for him one day.