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Wise reacts to everything in the only way he knows – he faints.
Or maybe he just kinda falls to his knees and blanks out for a bit, nothing too dramatic.
When he comes to from his odd twilight of not being able to see anything, because he hadn’t blacked out, thank you very much, he’s in one of those fancy hotel rooms in the nearby resort that he would give an arm and a leg for just moment to walk into the lobby without being kicked out on sight for being a plebian.
He’s laid out on an overly plush couch that must cost more than his life, an ice pack pressed to his forehead by a worried wolf Thiren.
“Wise?” The pack lifts, and a clawed hand cradles his cheek. “Are you still dizzy?”
Dizzy? What had brought him to his knees wasn’t dizziness – it was the weighted truth that had come bulldozing his idyllic life. A beautiful blonde-haired man had straddled the giant wrecking ball as it crashed through the fragile sense of peace, braid fluttering behind him as Wise watched in horror as the shards pierced his naïve heart.
“I’m fine,” he murmurs, pulling away with a smile that was close to breaking at the edges.
Yet the soft voice of Hugo breaks it, as the man presses a cold bottle of water to his forehead. “Drink this.”
“…thank you.”
Wise takes it, notes that the lid has already been unscrewed for him, and takes a small sip. It’s not vodka, but it will have to do.
He downs half the bottle before he pulls it away, the coolness helping with his dry throat. Yeah, he can do this, he thinks as he replaces the cap. He’s totally fine.
He’s mindful, demure, he’s…gonna flip a fucking table.
Maybe set fire to a couple of buildings while he’s at it. You know, just some small-time destruction to match the feeling in his heart. He’s pretty sure a jury would let him go after they heard his side of things.
The silence of the room grows too thick, and Wise figures he has to be the one to start, seeing as the other two men are happy enough to sit in silence and watch him as he sets the water bottle down.
“So,” he starts, and finds he doesn’t know how to continue.
Well, that’s not awkward at all, he thinks, flushing and ducking his head to glare angrily at his feet.
Next to him, Lycaon lays a comforting hand on his thigh, giving it a slight squeeze. “Take your time. I understand if this is hard to wrap your head around.”
“Well, I have a lot of questions, but I guess I should let you explain before my brain explodes.” Wise gestures, the move sarcastically dramatic. “You have the floor.”
Lycaon inclines his head. “Your understanding is appreciated. First, I would like to say that there was never an intent to deceive you in any way, though by omitting a vital part of my life I have unintentionally done so. There was a plan in place to slowly introduce you to Hugo. However, as he always does, he took it into his own hands.”
“What can I say,” Hugo interrupts, taking a seat opposite of Wise and crossing his long legs as he lounges against the cushions of the couch. “I’ve never been a follower.”
“Or a listener,” Lycaon murmurs.
“You like it when I’m disobedient.”
It’s said with so much confidence, and when Lycaon does not refute it, Wise has a dawning sense of realization.
“So you two are…together?”
“Yes.” Lycaon settles his hand on top of Wise’s, squeezing it. “Hugo was my first mate, but being a wolf Thiren means I need a pack. That’s why I have Harumasa, Seth, Lighter…and now you.”
Hugo laughs. “Not exactly just yet, Lycaon. You haven’t claimed him yet, so you can’t call him yours.”
“So Vivian is…” Wise continues, trying to get this back on track and not trying to think about claiming, because he doesn’t need an inappropriate boner at this moment.
“Our daughter. Biological. A little bit of him, and a little bit of me, and the magic of science and the surrogate womb of my late sister,” Hugo explains, voice softening as he speaks about his daughter. “I don’t wish to expose her to Lycaon’s lovers when I’m unsure of their stability in his life, so she stays with me majority of the time.”
“But she’s met me?”
“You’re different, Wise.”
He doesn’t really see how, but okay.
And Hugo, seeing his face, chuckles. “The method of my madness might not make sense, but I assure you, I will do anything to make sure my daughter is protected.”
“But using her to manipulate me?” Wise can’t help but bite out, and if anything, his words seem to amuse Hugo further.
“She was in no danger. I had men stationed around that kept watch and would step in if something were to happen. Vivian was curious about the man who had helped me pick out a video for us to watch, becoming enamored with my stories about you, so who am I to deny her a chance to see for herself this almost god-like creature she had built up in her mind?”
“So you manipulated her.” Wise sighs, putting his head in his hands. “Nothing you say will make the inclusion of her in this any better, Hugo.”
“I suppose not, but as her parent, I saw no need to stop her.”
Lycaon finally shifts, turning an accusing gaze to the blonde-haired man. “As her other parent, I feel like I should also have some say in what you allow our daughter to do. You did not alert me to your return, and you did not give me the respect as your partner and her father to include me in your plans. Hugo, you—”
From the doorway, a tiny voice asks, “Are you fighting?”
Vivian, Wise sees, in her nightgown with her hair brushed into a braid, breaking from the maid who holds her hand and rushing over to lay a comforting hand on Lycaon’s leg.
“Are you fighting?” she asks again, wide eyes already filling with tears.
Lycaon deflates at the sight, ears drooping as he sighs. He lifts her easily, settling her on his thick thigh as he pushes a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “No, my darling. We’re having a discussion.”
“So Daddy isn’t in trouble?”
The question, as innocent as it is, is unable to draw forth an answer from Lycaon. When he doesn’t answer, she turns her eyes towards Wise, almost desperate.
“Mama, is Daddy in trouble?”
Wise swallows the instinctive reflex to deny the nickname and gives her a shaky smile. “No, Vivian. He’s just…in a bit of a timeout for doing something he wasn’t supposed to.”
“Oh.” The answer seems to appease her, and Vivian slides from Lycaon’s lap to walk over to Hugo, who watches her clamber up beside him quietly. “I’ll be in timeout with Daddy too, so he won’t be alone.” The toy Wise has bought her is pressed into her arms, and she squeezes it tight as she looks up at Hugo. “If we share, the timeout will be shorter, right?”
“Oh, my darling.” Hugo pets over her hair and kisses her forehead, every bit of a loving father. “You’re too kind to me.”
He gathers her close, settling her in his lap as he levels his gaze back at the two opposite of him, eyes hardening just a bit from the warmth that they had melted into.
“Wise, I apologize if I have abused your trust. I needed to make sure that Lycaon won’t get his heart broken. The poor beast is rather tender-hearted.”
Wise sighs. “So you, what, came to my store to talk to me about movie recommendations to see if I was a good person?”
“That’s what it boils down to. Despite my methods, I’ve always wanted what’s best for Lycaon, and I care little if others don’t understand my methods.”
“And you did it to the others?”
Hugo smiles. It’s not a very kind smile. Wise feels like he’s bleeding out in open water with a shark around. “Each one was tested and eventually approved, though how so varies between person. Some were more extreme, while others, like you, were given a softer approach.”
Does want to know what extreme means? Because he already feels his own case is pretty extreme.
“And you think that’s…okay?”
“Maybe to others, no. But to myself, it’s a safeguard to ensure that the painful past we’ve endured does not happen a second time.” Hugo stops, considering. “I don’t wish to speak about it in front of Vivian, but I will gladly tell you everything if you so wish, so that you can understand my ways of thinking.”
Vivian, hearing her name, tilts her head up to beam at her father, even if she doesn’t understand the context of their conversation. Hugo smiles fondly down at her, stroking her hair, and it’s not hard to see the love he has for her in that moment.
Yet it doesn’t change the fact Wise is just the tiniest bit upset.
Tiny like Lycaon’s dick tiny.
Which, even though Wise has yet to see it, isn’t tiny.
So, really, what he wants to convey is that he is Big Mad™, and throwing a child into the mix certainly doesn’t help anyone’s case.
Even if she is cute.
Even if she calls him Mama.
…Oh, God, does this make him a step-parent?
Being a child, Vivian is completely unaware of the tense atmosphere as she slides from Hugo’s lap and marches over to Wise, her little nightgown swaying around her ankles and the toy Wise bought her clutched tight in her hands.
“Mama, put me to bed,” Vivian demands.
When Wise does not instantly bend to her demands, she pouts. She stomps her foot, her neatly braided hair swinging behind her.
“I’m tired,” she says, in that tone that Wise recalls from the boardwalk. Of manipulation and wheedling, because this was a child who was used to getting what she wanted.
But Wise is weak to those wide eyes that belonged to this child who had been used as a chess piece in this game he had never wanted to play.
He slides from his chair, quietly gathering her in his arms, knees cracking as he stands.
“I’m going to put her to bed and then I’m leaving. No,” he says sharply, watching Lycaon start to rise from his chair. “I’ll be leaving alone. I need…time.” And to soften the blow of the harsh words, he reaches out to cup Lycaon's cheek, giving the Thiren a soft smile. “It’s okay.”
He leans up to press a kiss to Lycaon’s cheek, something so drastically different than the intimate grinding they had gotten down to earlier in the day that Wise feels an odd sense of unbalance. Vivian watches with wide eyes, not looking tired in the least, but when she reaches for Lycaon, Wise observes the way she copies him to kiss Lycaon’s other cheek, whispering a, “Night, Papa.”
Lycaon’s voice is soft as he says, “Sweet dream, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Can you make pancakes?”
It’s a hotel with a world class buffet for breakfast, lunch and dinner right downstairs, but Lycaon doesn’t hesitate as he gives her a slight bow and says, “Your wish is my command.”
The heavy gazes of the two men watch as Wise quietly takes her down the small hallway, listening to her instructions on which room was hers. As befitting of a luxury suite, it’s a room that appears double in size than his own, but Wise is far too exhausted to stop and ponder the wonders of being rich.
Vivian slides easily under the covers as he pulls them back, no real sign of sleep in her eyes as she stares up at him expectantly.
Shit, was he supposed to read her a story? Check the bed for monsters?
He kinda just…stares back, subconsciously trying not to blink, because he feels like he’ll lose if he does.
Vivian quietly puts him out of his misery when she quietly asks him, “Is Mama mad at Daddy?”
Yes, he thinks. But also…no.
Because if he puts himself in Hugo's shoes, he would feel a similar way. To see the people his lover drew in, to test their worth and see if their loyalty would snap under pressure.
But still yes. And he didn’t need to give a reason why. He could just feel angry without having a root cause. Because this whole situation was so fucking weird to begin with.
Did he regret getting involved with Lycaon and the other guys? No.
Did he also want to punt each and every one for keeping this a secret? Most definitely.
Would he probably forgive them?
…yes.
But he still needed to be big mad at the moment. He needed to be angry. He wanted his moment to feel, to not be told to get over it. He was allowed to be emotional over a lie, even one that wasn’t meant to harm him.
Wise was not going to vent to a child. So he merely smiles down at her as he bops the tip of her nose with his finger.
“You already asked before, or did you already forget?”
Vivian goes cross-eyed to stare at the offending finger. “Adults lie.”
“Tell it to your therapist. Good night, Vivian.”
He doesn’t know why he feels compelled to, but Wise can’t help but lean down to kiss her forehead.
“Good night, Mama,” she whispers as he pulls away, but a small tug to his sleeve stops him. Wise turns curious eyes down to her, and Vivian says tiredly, “Will I see you tomorrow? I want you to pick out a new movie for me.”
Was this another round of manipulation?
No, Wise thinks as he watches her eyes fall shut, the hand holding him slipping as her grip weakens in sleep. No, not manipulation, but the desperate desire to keep him.
Wise is careful as he extracts himself, making sure the blankets are covering her before he slinks out of the room. There is no sound from the living room, and when Wise walks in, there’s only Hugo there, drinking from a wine glass. A fire roars in front of him, casting his features into sharp and distant as shadows play over his face, and Wise can’t help but tense as Hugo looks over to him.
“Thank you for putting her to sleep,” the blonde-haired man says softly, inclining his head. “And don’t worry, Lycaon is off phoning the others. I promised I would be good and let you go, so here I am, being good.” Hugo gestures over to the side table. “Your bag is there. Please allow me to at least walk you to the door and see you off.”
Wise gives a stiff nod, shuffling over to where his sling bag sits, tossing it over one shoulder as Hugo tilts his head back and clears the glass in one gulp before he rises fluidly to his feet without a sign of stumbling. Why were all the men in his life stupid and perfect, Wise can’t help but wonder as he turns away to march towards the door, Hugo following silently behind him. Why couldn’t they stumble or trip over their own feet? Why did all of them look like they would walk the runway at fashion week in their underwear and be plastered all over magazines for making flatulence look sexy?
Wise grips the door handle, but a hand quietly presses against the door above his head to keep it closed.
“Wise,” the beautiful, terrible voice whispers near his ear, and Wise has to shut his eyes to not give into the sweet temptation that it sings. “You can be angry at me all you want, I just ask that you leave Lycaon out of those feelings,” Hugo says softly. “He doesn’t deserve your vitriol because of my selfish nature. He’s only ever wanted a happiness that can be found in a pack, and I am an obstacle in obtaining that. I’ve bent to his wishes with his previous lovers, have even sent slightly cordial holidays cards on occasion, but with you, Wise…I can see the allure of having a pack. So, please, direct your anger at me, and not at anyone else.”
Wise grips the strap of his bag tighter, turning to look at Hugo. “You…do you want me too?”
Hugo tilts his head, considering. “I fear either answer will frighten you.”
“I prefer honesty, which I haven’t been given the courtesy of receiving from you.”
Hugo chuckles, eyes gone soft and sad at the edges. “Touche. Yes, Wise, I am interested in you, but do not think you must accept me if you want to be with Lycaon or any of the others. If my dishonesty has offended you, then don’t hesitate to tell me you have no interest in forming a meaningful connection with me. I will gracefully bow out, though my ties with Lycaon will not be severed. I will always be his, so I will have to orbit your life in some manner.”
And Wise understands that, acknowledges it, and knows that whatever he chooses, Hugo will always be there. But as a main player or as a random NPC, that’s up to Wise, and Hugo gently gives him that power to decide.
Hugo’s hand slides away from the door, the barest touch of fingertips drifting down Wise’s cheek before they are gone, a phantom touch that Wise can pretend didn’t happen if he so wanted to. The man pulls away, hands in his pockets, and Wise doesn’t want to end it like this, with so many questions still hanging like broken threads between them.
But it isn’t the time, and Wise gently pulls open the door and steps out. But he stops it from closing, turning to look at the fractured figment of a man who watches him.
“I don’t…hate you, Hugo. I’m just unsure about you.” Wise wets his lips, turning his gaze away. “I don’t like what you did, but I don’t think it makes you a bad person.”
Too polite for his own good, he offers his hand to Hugo. For a handshake, he thinks, to see off this farewell like men.
Hugo delicately takes up his hand, but instead of shaking it, he brings it to his mouth instead.
“You’re too good of a person. Good night, Wise,” Hugo whispers as he kisses the back of his hand lightly, before pulling away.
The door closes on Wise’s slack face, his hand tingling as he holds it against his chest like he had been bitten. Maybe he would’ve preferred being bitten, because then he could at least feel offended instead of this shell-shocked surprise that made his cheeks flush and give him a dawning sense of dread.
What in the harem fucking anime fantasy has he landed in?
~*~
Beach episode neatly wrapped up and on display for thousands of hungry, horny voyeurs who always click his life story and see where it goes, Wise is…drained.
Tired in a way that keeps him dead on his feet as he shuffles around the ground floor of Random Play, trying to remember how to act like a human and not a reanimated corpse. In the few days it had been since that debacle of a chapter, Wise is at an odd crossroads.
Honestly, he kinda just wants to stand on the train track and let the train take care of everything, but he doesn’t know how his friends and neighbors would react at his funeral if his almost half dozen group of almost-boyfriends showed up to wail over his casket.
Maybe he should add one more and make it a complete half-dozen.
No, this isn’t a call for another lover. Wise is already having issues with the ones he has.
See what being half dead leads to? It leads him to a train of thought of getting another lover to make the number even, when he can barely handle what he already has!
With a groan, he drops his head onto the row of romance movies that make his head hurt looking at the titles, unable to stop seeing the men in his life emblazoned on the cover. Great, he was hallucinating on top of being half dead!
He had asked for peace and some alone time to think, but all he could think about was the sight of Hugo and Lycaon together, of the two beautiful men engaged in sweaty, acrobatic coitus that leaked into his dreams and left him with a cold sweat and wet boxers when he woke up each morning.
The subconscious was a stupid, shitty thing, he thinks as he peels his head away from the shelf, rubbing at the mark left behind on his skin. He wanted to be mature and make a list of pro and cons, but all his stupid dick wanted was to see the chemistry between the two men like they were two beasts in a cage. He wanted to see how they work together, to see why Lycaon had chosen that man as his first partner, because it would alleviate the doubt Wise had that Lycaon knew what he was doing.
At this point, he was desperate enough to flip a coin to decide his future.
Maybe it hadn’t been a great idea to ask for solitude, because he really wants someone to talk to that is involved in this mess, and he doesn’t think his sister wants to hear any more about the issue after he saw her face harden when he told her everything.
The door above the door rings, pulling him from his musings, and Wise opens his mouth to automatically greet the customer—
Lighter stands there in his stupid cocky handsomeness, looking like he had just tumbled from a men’s underwear shoot even though he was fully clothed. Wise feels his mouth open and close a few times, brain rebooting and coming back from the blue screen of death as it diagnoses what is wrong with him.
Diagnosis – Wise is down bad.
“Lighter? What are you doing here?”
“Checking in with you.” Lighter looks down at him, giving him a rough smile that breaks at the edges. “I know you wanted some time alone, but I couldn’t help but worry. You look like you’ve been wrung out.”
Wise snorts, looking away. “That’s one way to put it.”
“So you met his highness.” Lighter slides over to the counter, leaning his hip against it. “Sorry we couldn’t be there for the grand reveal to support you. Didn’t think he would just show up, but maybe we should’ve thought outside the box. Now that I think about it, it’s right up Hugo’s alley to be a creepy fuck. It’s kinda cute.”
“Cute?”
“Sure, pretty fucking cute. I kinda want to see what he would look like begging. What?” Seeing Wise's wide-eyed look, Lighter shrugs. “You’ve got eyes. Hugo is a snack.”
Well…he wasn’t wrong.
Hugo had that sort of grace that made you think of old family names and atmospheric mansions. And from their short bout of being acquaintances, Wise had seen the elegance in the way the man moved, the eloquence in which he spoke. There is no denying there is an allure to the man that makes most people look twice, but to Wise that did not necessarily make him prime dating material and –
Wait, he hadn’t ever considered it! Hugo had been a customer, nothing more!
…but he was rather pretty.
“He’s attractive,” Wise admits hesitantly. He’s quick to add, “I never flirted with him–”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Wise. I’m not accusing you of being unfaithful. But now that you know who he is and his connection to our little group, I certainly don’t mind you thinking about him more intimately. Hell, I like the idea of Seth and Haru with him too.”
“I thought none of you were in a relationship with him outside of Lycaon?”
Lighter shrugs. “Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a fine beauty who might be a little deadly. It still revs my engine thinking about those men he sent to beat me up.”
“He what –”
But Lighter isn’t listening, lost in his recollection as he adjusts the crotch of his too tight jeans. “He was such a frigid beauty, just standing in the distance and watching the bloodshed. The rush of adrenaline and the pumping of my blood, would’ve fucked him right there if he let me. Bet he would damage me more than those fucks he hired.”
Wise can’t help but look down to where Lighter has started to chub up under his denim and wonders how comfortable it must be. He almost offers to unzip him right there for some relief. “So you didn’t mind Hugo going to that extreme?”
“I’ve come from and seen worse, but just because I don’t mind it, doesn’t mean you need to see it as agreeable. Harumasa wasn’t too pleased with his trial, and Seth…well, I don’t think anyone can be mean to him. It’s like kicking a kitten. Now, me? I can take a few kicks. And, honestly, I understand where he’s coming from.”
“How?”
“Well, to explain that, I gotta kidnap you.”
You know, with everything going on, Wise has a slight adverse effect to the word kidnap. And Lighter, seeing his slight flinch, chuckles as he reaches out to ruffle Wise’s hair.
“C’mon, let me take you away for a while. Somewhere no one knows you and you won’t dwell on the memories. And since I’m connected to this mess, you can talk to me about it if you want is something is bothering you that deeply.”
The hand slides to his waist, pulling him closer to Lighter’s incredible body, leaking heat and pheromones that makes Wise weak in the knees as he curls his fingers into soft, worn leather.
“The store—”
“Don’t worry, bro,” Belle calls out from the backroom, voice bright, “I got this handled!”
What a conveniently well-placed, plot-driven moment, Wise thinks mulishly as he turns to glare with narrowed eyes towards the door. “Are you sure?”
“Of course!” comes the bright answer, which just makes him more suspicious. “I can invite the girls over for a movie night!”
Wise opens his mouth to question her further, but the rumbling chuckle of Lighter stops him as the man pulls his attention back.
“Hey, you have her blessing, darlin’. Let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth. I promise we’ll pick her up a nice souvenir as well. So, what do you say? Wanna escape with me?”
Shit. How was this fair?
Lighter’s rolling timbre and hot body pressed against his weakens any resistance he might have, because Wise is a simp for stupid, beautiful men. And ever since that time at the beach, where Lighter had rutted his cock against his ass, Wise has been…curious.
Curious as to how the man would be when he finally prowled over Wise.
Was this the best time for sex when his mind was so muddled? Probably not, but it just might be the cure to knock him back on track and so that he could finish filling up his punch card.
He almost wonders what he’ll get when all the spots are punched and he earns a prize.
Don’t think of all of them at once, he warns himself, and proceeds to think exactly of that.
“Wise? You still with me?”
No, he wants to say, he’s too busy trying to figure out how that menagerie of lovers would work. “Yeah, sorry. Where are you planning on taking me?”
“A bed, preferably, but if you mean the location I’m driving too, that’s a secret,” Lighter answers, grinning when Wise flushes. “Oh? Not a bed then? Want it rough and random, bend you over the nearest—”
“I’m still here!” Belle reminds them, her voice still cheery if a bit strained.
Wise looks down at the floor and begs for it to open up and swallow him.
The floor is a bastard that leaves him on read and doesn’t respond.
It doesn’t take long for Wise to assemble a quick overnight bag, packing for a few nights without the knowledge of where he’s being dragged to. Lighter allows him a reprieve of his presence, staying downstairs and talking with Belle while Wise tries not to crawl under his bed and hide for a small eternity.
Sex, Wise thinks, and shoves his face in a pillow and tries not to whine.
He’s done it before, he should be a pro already!
But the thought of Lighter, naked and sweaty and grinning, makes the nerves in his stomach jump around. Forget butterflies – these are armored little bastards that jab into his self-consciousness and make him bleed doubt.
Why? He couldn’t say, but he figures all first times with new lovers are like this. He just has to go through it four times over…maybe five, if he can figure out the muddled feelings he’s currently wading through that involve Hugo.
It might take him an obscene amount of time to pack, but Lighter doesn’t say anything when he hesitantly makes his way down to the first floor, toting his bag. The older man just silently takes his bag with a quick smile, leaning down to kiss his head before he turns to give Belle a salute.
“You take care of yourself, little miss. I’ll be sure to bring your brother back in one piece.”
Belle hums, eyes glowing with amusement as she leans her chin on her hand. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
When Lighter walks outside to secure his bag to the back of his motorcycle, Belle quietly approaches Wise. She cups his cheeks, pulling him close so that she can press her forehead against his.
“Remember, the power is in your hands,” she tells him gently. “What you want and who you want it with, they will bend to your will to make you happy.”
Her kiss on his cheek is soft, and Wise can’t help but lean down to put his forehead against her tiny shoulder.
“When did you become the older sibling?” he asks, voice muffled.
“When you decided to gain a few suitors.” She laughs, pushing him up so that she can squish his cheeks. “Now go have a good time. Clear up that head of yours, and I expect to see you back with an idea of what you want from all of this.”
It sounds easier said than done, but he leaves his sister with that hope as he makes his way outside.
Lighter leans against his motorcycle, Wise’s bag secured and tucked away, a helmet held in his hands that he holds out to Wise. When the smaller man hesitates, Lighter says kindly, “We can always try again another time.”
“No, it’s fine. Just…lost in my thoughts.” Wise takes the helmet, smiling up at Lighter. If it’s a bit fragile at the ends, neither of them comments on it. “Let’s get going. I want to see where you’re taking me.”
Wherever it is, it takes them out of city limits, in a direction Wise has never gone before. Towards the sprawling golden sands of the desert, where the greenery fades to tumbleweeds and cacti, concrete becoming hot asphalt as Lighter drives along to the edge of the world. Well, at least it feels like the edge, the sky above feeling so much bigger as they drive, unclouded by sprawling buildings.
Wise wonder if he’ll be able to see the stars at night.
There are little signs of life outside of a lizard or vulture, no little cities or empty gas stations that were more of a set piece for some movies that Lighter pointed out to him.
“Gotta come out here prepared,” Lighter shouts over the rumble of the engine. “You won’t hit anything for a while and you’ll be driving on a prayer and fumes if you attempt with anything less than a full tank.”
There really was nothing out there, and Wise is starting to wonder if this is a start to a horror movie. It’s the perfect place to commit a murder.
He hopes they find his body.
The spiraling thoughts of blood and mayhem disperse at the sight of a town in the distance, and when he points over Lighter’s shoulder, he hears the man laugh.
“There’s our destination.”
They ride into town with little fanfare, though there are a dozen or so curious gazes that stop to look at them.
“Lighter’s home!” a feminine voice calls out over the sound of the motorcycle engine dying, and Wise can barely get his helmet off before he sees a blur of black speeding towards Lighter and slamming into him.
Lighter laughs, lifting what Wise can make out to be a busty female, her bright laughter only matched by her smile as the older man swings her around.
“Burnice!”
“You stupid cockbird, it’s been forever!” Burnice cries out joyfully. “A whole month!”
A few more women walk over, and Lighter detangles himself from the octopus hold to stumble over to them to give them similar greetings. Wise watches as he exchanges hearty back slaps with someone he calls Cesar, a fist bump with another that responds to Piper, and proceeds to give the last one a noogie that makes her spit and holler, but there’s a smile on her fact as she punches Lighter in the gut.
“Oof, Lucy, you’re working on your right hook,” Lighter wheezes, tugging on her pigtail. “Good. Just like I taught ya.”
He gives her one more pat on the head before he turns back to Wise, grinning as he gestures.
“Wise, these are my girls,” Lighter says, pride in his voice. “Buncha ragtag orphans, but they’re mine.”
“Ah, shucks, you bastard,” Piper gripes, socking him in the arm. “You’re gonna make an old lady like me cry with all those sentimentalities.”
If she was old, Wise must be ancient, but he keeps his mouth shut and his smile bright.
“This is Wise, my boyfriend.” Taking his wrist in a gentle hold, he tugs Wise to his side and beams in pride. “Ain't he pretty?”
Wise can see when the girls connect that he’s not just a friend – he’s prey under their renewed curiosity.
“Which number does this make it now?” Cesar asks, though not unkindly.
Lighter puffs his chest out and proudly declares, “Four point five.”
“Really building up that harem, aren’t ya, big guy?” She slaps his chest and they share a laugh. “You gotta leave some men out there for us!”
“Speak for yerself,” Piper drawls, heavy lids drooping even as she speaks. “I much prefer the company of a hot truck and a cold beer. Those two things always treat me well and never leave me hanging.”
Was she…even old enough to drink? She barely came up to his shoulder, face smooth and youthful past the eternal tiredness that she exuded. He almost expects to see a backpack on her back, late for school.
“So this is your…family?” he asks.
“Yeah.” Lighter swipes his thumb under his nose, turning to grin at his girls. “We’ve been through thick n’ thin together, and I can’t imagine not bringing you around to meet them.”
So the reason for this outing hadn’t been sexual, Wise thinks with some embarrassment, and he can’t help but feel that swell of affection he feels bubble up inside. So he’ll blame his pink cheeks on that and not the thought he had only come here to get fucked.
Cesar steps forward, giving him a friendly clap on the shoulder that almost sends him to his knees, grinning down at him. “So now we’re your family! Call me big sis!”
There are no boundaries, and Wise finds himself enfolded into a hug that presses his face into two sets of breasts as Burnice joins the hug Cesar initiates, her enthusiasm infectious as she ruffles his hair affectionately.
But he does feel a slight sweat break out as she joyfully says, “But if you break his heart I’ll make sure they never find you. There’s plenty of desert out here~!”
That’s a joke…right?
Wise chuckles, the sound strangled, and casts a pleading eye towards Lighter.
The bastard just grins at him.
It’s Lucy, the one Wise sees who inherited the common sense of the group, that pulls him from the pyre and towards what looks to be a diner. “You’re skin and bones. Time to fatten you up. You won’t survive out here looking like a waifish twink.”
Alright, common sense but no tact, and Wise glowers over at Lighter as they all scoot into a too small booth that somehow manages to fit their loud personalities, even if Wise does land sitting partially in Lighter’s lap. The other diners aren’t perturbed by their loudness, the waitress merely smiling as she wanders over to take their hollered drink orders like this is something she’s done a hundred times before.
Wise isn’t even sure he ordered something for himself, not when they fight to pick him something out that they think he might like, so he allows himself to settle back against Lighter’s chest and watch the mini wrestling match. Because like hell was he going to get in the middle of whatever that was, as Cesar and Burnice arm wrestle.
“So, your family, huh? I can see the resemblance,” he remarks lightly to Lighter, who only laughs in return.
“You try growing up in a place like this without an adult supervision.”
“I can imagine it was hard.”
“Sure, but at least we had each other. That’s all that matters in the end.”
The food comes, and with it a fanfare that is all their own as the girls shout and cheer, like it’s their last meal on earth.
“Try this,” Cesar says as she dumps half of her fries in front of Wise.
“Put this on top!” Burnice squirts a mystery sauce right over the mess.
“It’s not the fancy stuff you find in the city,” Lucy says as she slides the tray in front of him, the furrowed arch of her brows almost daring him to disagree with her.
Wise smiles as he looks up at her. “It’s alright, I’m not for fancy stuff anyway. A good burger is better than a tiny piece of food that costs three times my rent. There’s a noodle place by me that does a great buy one, get one for free deal, but I think he just does it for me and my sister.”
Burnice perks up, leaning across the table and granting Wise a lovely view of her cleavage that is not contained by her top. “Oh, you have a sister? What’s her name? Why didn’t you bring her? Where is—”
“Woah, Burnice, take a breather,” Lighter suggests, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “We’ll bring Belle next time. For now, I just wanted to introduce Wise before you start the wedding planning.”
Wise chuckles, but stops when no one else does. Was that not a joke…?
In fact, Cesar smacks her fist into her palm, eyes lighting up. “Oh, a wedding out here sounds wild! Can we have fireworks?”
“Well, if the other guys are a part of it, don’t they have a say in where it is? They’ll probably go for some big place in the city,” Lucy says.
“Wise, when are you going dress shopping? I want to come!”
Lighter puts his hand on Burnice’s head and gently pushes her down in her seat once more. “Down, girl.”
But Burnice has stars in her eyes, already leaning back to think of this wedding that is sure to happen. “Oh, can I be the flower girl, but instead of throwing flowers, I have a flamethrower?”
From her seat, Piper sighs tiredly. “As long as there is a beer bus I’ll be there. I just don’t promise not to take off with it.”
In the short time Wise has known them, he’s already been relegated to Lighter’s wife, and he really, really doesn’t know how to feel about that.
But he does know that he likes the way they are, this chaotic mess of family that not so subtly try to give him half their food.
“What do you do, Wise? You a dancer like Lighter?”
Wise shakes his head, raising his hands almost defensively as Burnice leans in close, inspecting him a little too closely like she can see through his clothes. “I’m afraid I’m just a boring old video store owner. My sister and I run it together.”
“Oooh, a video store! Hey, you thinking of making it a franchise? We could do with some life around here.” Burnice gestures out to the quiet street. “We’re slowly building up, but we could do with a few fresh ideas to really get some tourists in or have some families settle down. It might not look like much, but the desert is a really nice place when you give it a chance!”
It was nice, Wise thinks to himself later as he bids the girl’s a good night, stomach full and cheeks red from how hard he laughed at their childhood stories about Lighter. Maybe not a place he was used to, but a place that deserved a chance.
He’s still waving as Burnice is the last to dance away, keeping up her own enthusiastic wave with both arms until Lucy drags her backwards into their shared home.
“Your girls are something,” Wise says, turning to grin up at Lighter. He slides his hands into his pockets, the oncoming night bringing a slight chill to the air. “I’m glad you let me meet them.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m glad they didn’t scare you away. Took a few hours to get Seth to come out from under the bed, but they were just a little too…enthused about petting his tail.” Lighter kisses the top of his head, pulling him closer for a loose hug.
Wise goes willingly, humming a laugh as he nuzzles his face into a broad shoulder. “And Harumasa?”
“How well do you think gunpowder and fire mix together?”
“Uh.” Wise wonder when this had become a test. “A big boom?”
“A big boom isn’t what I would call it. Him and Burnice got along like a house on fire, and the damage can still be seen today if you know where to look. Their wanted posters are still out in the wild.”
Wise doesn’t ask, even if he’s tempted.
He kinda wants a wanted poster though.
“Forget about that. Gotta surprise for ya,” Lighter breathes into his ear, his grin boyishly wide as he tugs at Wise’s waist.
Honestly, Wise expects maybe a heated makeout session he’s not even sure he wants, but is just confused as Lighter takes him out past the small desert town’s limits, into a large, fenced area that looks to be abandoned if not for the giant screen that sits there like some fallen god. Oh, and he knows what it is from first glance, has dreamed about it.
“A drive-in movie theatre? I thought they were extinct at this point!”
Lighter hums, glancing around the cracked pavement, watching as a tumbleweed drifts past. “This might be the only one left. It’s still used for community movie nights once a month, but I asked the old man who runs it if I could have special permission to use it. He was all too happy to oblige. Even offered me his truck.”
Wise walks further into the slip of the past, sneakers kicking up dust as he glances around at the old snack station and soda fountains, toeing the faded white lines on the ground where weeds were poking through. “I’ve always wanted to try one…” He turns back to Lighter, and the weight on his shoulders disperses for a moment as he smiles at the other man. “Thanks, Lighter. I really like this.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Let me roll the truck around and get situated and we can start the movie.”
It’s a beat-up old truck that Lighter backs into space, so the trunk faces the old screen. There’s a blow-up mattress already fitted with a blanket, a cooler of drinks and a backpack full of snacks. Wise is surprised to find there isn’t supplies for more lustful activities, but his face must give him away, because Lighter rustles the hair on top of his head.
“You think I’m gonna get laid when you’re all sad and mopey? I just want ya to have a good time, Wise, doing something you love.”
“I’m not sad and mopey.” Wise pushes the hand away, cheeks red as he looks away. “I’m just…really confused.”
“Yeah, Hugo has that ability mastered.” Lighter attaches the wire onto the truck’s antenna, fiddling with the radio until the sounds come out clear, if a bit crackly. “Hugo ain’t bad. He’s just…sorta broken in the head. What he’s come from is enough to have a sense of sympathy for him, but he would probably bite my head off if I tried.”
The man hefts himself into the back by putting his hand on the edge of the truck and vaulting over like he was trying to win gold, and Wise can’t help but find that disgustingly attractive, even if the truck shakes a bit and the drinks he has pulled out wobble precariously.
“But enough about psychoanalyzing tall, bright, and sexy – sit back and enjoy the movie, darlin’.”
The movie is some old black and white that Wise has seen a hundred times and has never grown tired of it, but for some reason he can’t focus on it when there’s a literal furnace of a man next to him, munching away on popcorn and sunglass-covered eyes facing the screen. Now, if this had been in a theatre with other people around, Wise would understand not making a move. But it’s just them and a tumbleweed, and Wise feels hyperaware of every single little thing.
Like how Lighter smells, the way his broad chest expands with each quiet breath, the creases in the leg of his jeans around his thick thigh – Wise sees them all and can’t help but wonder if this is mixed signals. It was the perfect set up for some sexy times, no one around for miles, the town barely seen out in the distance like a mirage.
Maybe it was Wise’s time to shine! Maybe it was his turn to be forward!
…how does he do that? Could he take a second to search it up on his phone? Was there even service out here?
Lighter, noticing his attention was not on the movie, puts a broad hand over his thigh and squeezes. “Hey, Wise, you okay?”
It’s enough to startle him, and Wise up ends the popcorn into his lap as he jumps. He looks guiltily up at Lighter, but the other man as stopping watching the movie completely, turning his entire focus onto Wise.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You’re jumpier than Burnice after a few cups of Nitro Fuel. You ain’t feeling good? We can head back—”
“No!” Panicked more no, Wise shakes his head. “I’m fine!”
Lighter’s brows draw closer together, the man not convinced. “Then what’s the problem? Thought this was your favorite movie, but when I turn to look, you look sick to your stomach.”
Wise’s heart gives a little flutter that Lighter somehow knows his favorite movie, but continues to shake his head. “I’m just being silly.”
“If this is about Hugo—”
“Why won’t you touch me now?” Wise blurts out, cutting off Lighter in a quick breath. And when the man grows silent for too long, Wise hurriedly says, “I thought you wanted to have sex with me.”
“I do,” is the slow answer, drawled out like Lighter has to think about it.
But it doesn’t assuage the riot of emotions in Wise’s confused little head. “Then why aren’t you trying to right now?”
“Because I really just wanted ya to have a good date and take your mind off things?” Lighter sighs, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Only if you want to, Wise, but I won’t want you to offer it if you feel like you’re just checking off a chore on your to do list, feel obligated, or to forget about your worries. I like ya a lot, Wise, more than I say, and we have all the time in the world to reach that part. Let it happen naturally.”
A kiss is pressed to Wise’s knuckles, sweet and gentlemanly.
“Now shut up, c’mere and watch the movie.”
Wise is enfolded into the strong embrace, his back to Lighter’s chest as the arms wind around his waist, a kiss pressed to the back of his head. And just like that, the turmoil Wise has wound himself into just…disperses. The expectation that sex was going to happen right here and right now fizzles into a surprised sort of pleasure that he’s curious about.
Just a date, he thinks, settling more against Lighter, who pops his chin on top of his head.
He kinda likes the idea.
~*~
When Wise peels his eyes open, he’s confronted with a chest of solid muscle.
Lighter, he thinks through that sleepy fog, tilting his head up to glimpse the sleeping man’s face, smooth and youthful in slumber.
He’s wrapped up in the other man’s arms, the heat that radiates from the strong body overcompensating for the thin blanket that is tossed over them. The desert is startlingly cold in the early morning, so Wise gratefully burrows his face against the gratuitous chest to keep warm.
They’re still nestled in the bed of the truck, the movie long grown silent and the leftover snacks pushed to down to their feet. It’s still dark out, though Wise can see the barest hint of violet on the horizon.
His rustling is enough to rouse Lighter, as dark eyes blink tiredly down at him.
“Mornin’,” is the rough slide of that voice over his ears, and Wise tries to keep himself from trembling.
“Morning. Sorry if I woke you.”
“S’okay. Light sleeper.” Lighter stretches, bones cracking into place, but his hands are quick to return to Wise’s body to pull him close. “You sleep okay?”
“Mmhmm. I don’t think we made it to the end of the movie.”
“Hell, darlin’, I don’t think we got to the middle.”
They share a quiet laugh, loud in the silence of the desert.
“Hey, Lighter,” Wise whispers, the vapor of his breath crisp and white as it lingers between them like smoke. “I like you.”
“Well darn, I like you too.”
Wise feels like a teenager again, confessing to his crush, and he can’t help but laugh as Lighter nuzzles his nose with his own affectionately. The kiss they share tastes like stale popcorn and morning breath, and Wise wouldn’t change it for the world.
It would very well stay simple and sweet, if it isn’t for Wise winding his hands down to Lighter’s ass, groping the rounded flesh. Just digging his fingers in until he can feel the denim protest under his hands.
Chuckling against his mouth, Lighter pulls away to level him with an amused look. “Your hands cold, Wise? Or are you just happy to see me?”
Making a noise of contemplation, Wise presses closer, rubbing his nose along Lighter’s jawline and nuzzling. “Why not both?”
“Oh? Then I hope that’s your cock pressing against me and not a gun.”
Lighter shifts, and Wise has to bite his lip as his erection is given the stimulation that it craves.
A hand curls around his thigh, dragging his leg over Lighter’s waist and giving the other man some room to rut against him. Lighter is just as responsive as him, his own bulge kissing Wise’s from behind the tight barrier of their pants, and it leaves him lightheaded knowing that this beast of a man reacts this way because of him.
Last night hadn’t been the right time, but now, right here surrounded by the morning’s chill and Lighter’s heat, Wise thinks the time is right.
And Lighter must be on the same page, because the grin on his mouth is knowing as he kisses Wise stupid, rolling his smaller body on top of his so that his large hands can hold Wise’s waist and pull him down while Lighter grinds up.
Lighter reaches one arm above his head, and Wise is entranced by the shape of his muscles as they bunch and tense, watching as the man digs under the mattress, only to blink when the hand withdraws, palming a bottle of lube and a condom.
“You said you didn’t have supplies,” Wise says, voice accusing, but softened by amusement.
“A boy scout is always prepared for everything,” is the solemn answer he receives. “Now drop those pretty panties and let me finger you something good.”
And who was Wise but weak to that low, commanding rumble that promised him pleasure. Sure, he rolls his eyes, but he’s quick to kick off his underwear into the corner of the truck bed, to be found later when post nut clarity settles in. But for right now he’s all too willing to lay his face in the crook of Lighter’s neck and moan as thick fingers fuck up into him, dripping with lube.
“Lighter,” he groans, body shifting to thrust itself back onto the intrusions.
“That’s my baby,” the man praises, kissing the top of his head. The sweet action is directly contradictory to the way his fingers bend and drag across his prostate. “Learning your body and how well it reacts to pleasure, I’m glad I can be part of your journey.”
A never-ending journey, one with twists and turns that leave him on the precipice of falling off completely, but is always dragged back by a helping hand. And right now, the hand helping him fucks three fingers into his pliant body, readying him for a ride he is sure is gonna get rough and bumpy.
“It’s kinda romantic,” Lighter muses, grinning roguishly up at him. “The sun rising behind you, making you look like something out of heaven has just falling into my lap, ready to be ruined by this human’s lustful nature and desperation to chain you down. How did I get so lucky to get a pretty baby like you?”
Wise covers his face, hiding his flush, but large hands grab his wrists to peel them away, exposing what he’s trying to hide.
“Stop,” he says, but it comes out more like a whine than the command he had been going for.
“Sorry, don’t think I can, not when you light up with a pretty blush that goes all the way down to your nipples.” The teasing turns dark, the low timbre of his voice falling as he leans in closer. “Let me eat ya out, darlin’. Been dying to get my teeth into that peach of an ass.”
Wise flushes but starts to respond, sliding off Lighter’s lap to roll onto his stomach, but the hands on his waist stop him. “Lighter, what—”
“Just slide right up and take a seat, Wise.” When Wise doesn’t move, Lighter points at his face. “Right here is your throne, your highness.”
Wise blinks, the meaning taking a moment to sink in. When it does, the flush from before turns positively nuclear. “You want me to sit on your face?”
His shout echoes in the silent area, and a nearby crow takes off in fright.
“That’s right,” Lighter drawls, raising a brow questioningly.
“I – I’ll smother you!”
“God, I hope you do. There could be worse ways to reach heaven.”
“Lighter!” But there’s a nervous sort of pleased laughter that builds in his throat, outweighing the horror and embarrassment. “You’re serious?”
“Ain’t never been more serious in my life, swear on my heart. I love having pretty things sit on my face, and you, darlin’, are a very pretty thing.”
Wise’s flush deepens.
But he says nothing as he shuffles forward, and Lighter grins as he leans back, the view of the morning sky obscured by the lithe body that settles hesitantly over his face. He curls his hands over the top of those lean thighs, using them as an anchor to pull the resisting creature down.
The first touch of a tongue to his rim makes Wise tense and try to sit up instinctively, but the grip on his legs keeps him firmly ground against Lighter’s face.
“L-Lighter,” Wise gasps out, hangs gripping the edge of the truck’s cabin as his body shakes under the attention and stimulation.
He can’t get away, even if he wanted to. Lighter eats him out like Wise is his last meal before the chair, his broad tongue swiping over the lubed entrance with a ferocity that makes Wise’s legs shake. When it finally pushes past the twitching rim, it bullies itself in as far as it can go, and it’s so much different than a finger or a cock.
Wise has to stop himself from grinding down and riding the man's face. It feels good, too good, and he desperately tries to hold onto that brief bit of control that keeps the shame at bay, digging his nails into the rusted metal of the truck cabin to steady himself.
Here, out in the open, his voice echoes. They’re too far away from town for it to reach, but he can still see the cresting shape of it, and wonders if they can see him too. He’s far too exposed, and he can barely summon up any urge to care as he tilts his head back to moan as a finger joins the wet muscle inside of him. Could he cum like this, he isn’t sure, but his dick has no problem with remaining hard.
After a small eternity, where Wise thinks he’s gonna pass out from the blood loss that has drained down to his cock, Lighter gently pushes him up, back onto his trembling, numb knees.
“C’mere, pretty baby,” Lighter rumbles, the vibration of it so low it’s almost a growl, and Wise is weak to it as he pliantly follows the silent instruction of the hands on his hips to slide into the strong lap.
Lighter’s cock is a heated brand against the skin of his ass.
Wise thought he would be used to the feeling now, of the proof of pleasure that others had because of him. But he still flushes as he feels it twitch against his skin, wanting to be buried deep inside of him.
The cock slides between the valley of his ass, allowing Wise to feel every vein against that intimate area without the shield of a condom. He reaches back, touching the wet tip, guiding it forth to where he so badly wants it—
“Hold on, princess.”
A hand captures his own, leaving him to cry out as it is tugged away.
“Hush. Be patient while I get the condom on.”
If Wise was of a sane state of mind, he would be appreciative of the fact Lighter didn’t want him to do the walk of shame back to the town with cum dripping from his ass. But as it was, with the pleasure spiking pleasantly in his veins and his cock bobbing impatiently between his legs, Wise is not of sane mind – he’s feral, desperate, and doesn’t care. He’ll take it raw if he has to. So he does what he knows triggers that weakness in Lighter – he whines.
Loud, unabashed whining in the crook of the other man’s neck, mouthing over Lighter’s pulse and wiggling his hips back.
“Please,” he begs, tugged at his restrained hand. “Forget the condom. It’s not like I can get pregnant.”
“Shit, Wise, hold on—”
Lighter spanks his ass, hard enough that he yelps, body jerking forward and freezing in place as the pains rides along with the pleasure. It wasn’t even a hard hit, more to startle him, but enough to know it had been a punishment, with a promise of more to come if he doesn’t behave.
God, he doesn’t want to behave.
“Did you like that? Shit, you’re fucking perfect,” Lighter growls in his ear, and Wise feels the covered tip of a cock press against his prepared hole. “Don’t worry, baby, you can have it raw and hard in the future. But for right now, we’re gonna survive with this.”
Why were cocks so different, Wise has time to wonder as it slowly starts to slide in. He’s taken two already, so in theory shouldn’t he be a pro at this?
But no, his body clenches around the intrusion like it’s the first time all over again, virgin tight and resistant to the pleasure. Lighter fills him so much that Wise swears he can feel the man sitting in his throat when his ass finally connects with the man’s hipbones, tasting it as he swallows and tries to remember how to breathe. God, if Lighter was this big, how would it be when Lycaon—
The thought makes him shiver.
“You thinking nasty things, Wise?”
The back of Lighter’s fingers drift over his cheek, and Wise peels open his wet eyes to look down at the man who stares up at him like he hung the fucking moon.
“You…are a lot,” Wise pants out, humming low as he shifts, forcing the cock to drag against his most sensitive parts. “Was wondering…how I was going to take Lycaon if I struggle to take you.”
“Don’t worry, pup will make sure to do his best in preparing you. But now,” and here Lighter’s voice drops, a horrible rumble that reminds Wise of an oncoming thunderstorm, a natural disaster that is about to undo his world and send it into a tailspin, “you’re with me, so no thinking of anyone else, got it? Or do I have to punish you?”
A hand skirts knowingly over the reddened skin of his ass, a promise as much as it is a threat, and Wise is gonna die. He wants his headstone to read HERE LIES WISE, WHO WAS NOT VERY WISE, AS HE IS DEAD BY BIG COCK.
The smack is very light, but Wise arches up as he cries out, body bouncing at the large intrusion as all sense of overwhelming pressure is refocused to feel more like pleasure. Lighter grin is rough, dark eyes focused on the way Wise rides him, guides him along with small taps to his ass.
“Fuck it, you’re so pretty,” the older man praises, sliding his hands into the cradle of Wise’s hips, holding him tight as he fucks up into that willing body. “Fell hard and fast for ya, that I did.”
Their skin slaps harshly together, a rhythm that echoes in the empty parking lot, along with the creaking of the truck as they rock it. Wise doubts the air mattress will survive. Hell, he doubts he’s gonna survive, not with the way Lighter fucks up into him like it’s his only purpose in life, determined to leave his mark inside of his body to be remembered for later. Lighter isn’t rough – he goes deep and hard, making sure Wise feels every drag of his cock against his sensitive nerves, can feel the press of his roughened fingertips at the smoothed muscle that swallows Lighter whole, touching where they are connected.
“Beautiful,” Lighter continues, dipping a single fingertip under the curve of that connection and inside of his body.
Wise arches, eyes rolling in his head.
“Wanna see ya take two of us. You’ll look like a fucking dream.” The though is already destructive to Wise’s self-control, and it fractures more as Lighter growls out, “Wanna see ya between Hugo and Lycaon, unable to do anything but take what they give ya.”
Oh fuck.
The image sizzles in his veins, a potent poison he has tried not to consume since the introduction of Hugo into his potential harem anime plot. But the lust and arousal softens his anger, his denial, and he can’t help but cry out as the scenario plays out in his mind.
“See, ya like that, don’t cha?” Lighter’s words lose their enunciation, rounding out with a slight twang that adds a roughness to his voice. “Just a pretty princess being loved by two fucking monsters. Bet you would look amazing in a spitroast.”
Stop, Wise wants to say, the embarrassment of Lighter’s words warring with his desire for it to come to fruition.
Weakened as he is, it takes no effort on Lighter’s part to roll them, leaving Wise to splay himself out on the deflating air mattress, the man above him grinning in delight as the pace changes.
“But before they can have you, you’re mine.”
Lighter tests the boundaries of how far Wise can bend, putting those pretty, pale limbs over his shoulders and bending him almost completely in half as his cock jackhammers inside. Endurance and stamina were not stats that were built up on Wise’s side, and he can only whine and claw at Lighter’s shoulders as he comes. Even then the man continues, twisting him onto his side, fucking into him with a determination that would seem almost frightening if this was anyone else.
Lighter fucks like it’s a fight, and Wise already knows he’s going to lose.
On his knees or on his back, Lighter folds him into positions that would make a pretzel jealous.
Wise doesn’t know how long it lasts or how many times he comes, but the press of Lighter’s mouth against his in a soft kiss, completely different from the way his body thrusts, makes him whine.
“Almost there, beautiful. Fuck, can’t wait for the day I can fill you up so I can eat you out.” Lighter pulls back, grin rough. “Hold onto me, Wise.”
Wise can’t feel his arms, but he tries his best to wrap his arms around Lighter’s neck. He can feel how the muscles there tense, can feel how the man stiffens as he finally spills. The barrier of the condom stops him from sharing that warmth, leaving him bereft of that connection.
Someday, Wise thinks as his eyes flutter shut. Some day he was going to feel it.
Even if he had to poke a hole in the damn thing.
~*~
It’s ass o’clock in the morning, but Lighter is still able to slip out of his shared bed with little sound. It pains him to leave the warm cocoon he shares with Wise, but there is a day to face and a call to be had.
The sun is just barely cresting over the horizon as he stabs at the buttons on his ancient coffee maker that he has never replaced, and the old bitch gives a grumble as it thinks about doing the job. Just as it finally starts to chug along to heat the water, his phone vibrates.
“Morning, pup,” he answers, rocks turning in his throat as he gives a mighty yawn, scratching at his chest.
“Good morning, Lighter. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”
“Course not. It’s a pleasure to hear your voice so early in the morning. Reminds me of the early days of our relationship where there was far too much phone sex.”
“You were insatiable in the beginning. I see nothing has changed.”
“Hey now,” he argues softly, looking over to the doorway to his room and making sure Wise is still sleeping. “I’m a committed man…well, a man committed to making sure you know how much I enjoy our relationship and all that comes with it, especially when it comes to you naked.”
Lycaon sighs softly, but there’s nothing but fond amusement in his voice past the admonishment. “Glad to know you are only with me for my prowess in bed.”
“Bed, counter, pool, that memorable time on stage at the club after hours…”
“Down, boy.” Oh, and does that growl make Lighter’s knees shake just the slightest bit. “We can go down memory lane later. My reason for calling was to check in…how is Wise?
“Honestly?” Lighter looks over to where his angel slumbers, face beautiful in sleep even with the trickle of drool and the deep impression of sheet marks on his cheek. “Rode hard and put away wet, but if you’re talking emotionally, I think he’s handling it as well as one could, considering the circumstances.”
Lycaon sighs, and even through the receiver it feels heavy. “As long as he is well. It must’ve been a shock knowing that one of your customers was running surveillance, and now has an intent on courting you.”
Lighter closes the door to his room, putting some space between him and the slumbering Wise. “Is that what Hugo is doing? Is he really that interested in Wise?”
“Hugo is…pleased by Wise. He is hardworking, supporting him and his sister, has nothing of a criminal record, and took care of Vivian even under the guise of being strangers. I think Wise’s innocence is a balm to that crater in Hugo’s heart that has yet to be soothed, even by me, considering we both came from the Ravenlock household.”
“Sure, but he can’t think that fixes things. Wise isn’t a means to an end.”
“No, I don’t think Hugo sees him that way. Intimacy is different to Hugo, so for him to actually want to be with Wise…I want to see it happen, but only if Wise himself is comfortable with that idea. I would like for them to meet again, without the smoke and mirrors.”
Lighter eyes the coffee maker as it spits out the liquid. “Want me to be the middleman and ask him?”
“No, I don’t want to put anyone in the middle. This is my mess up, so please allow me to be the one to speak to Wise.”
“Sure thing, pup.” The coffee maker grunts, the old thing passively aggressively letting him know his coffee was done. “We’ll head back by the afternoon, so see you soon.”
“Understood. And, Lighter?”
Lighter takes a sip. “Hm?”
“I love you.”
The bitterness of the coffee mellows into a sweetness, and Lighter smiles to himself as he murmurs back, “Love you too, Lycaon.”
The calls ends, and Lighter stares down at his coffee, contemplating.
Love, he thinks as he sets the mug down and wanders over back to lean against the doorway to his bedroom, crossing his arms as he takes in the sleeping man. He drifts closer, fingertips trailing over the threadbare sheets that had been faded by the sun, but were no less uncomfortable for it, engrained as they were with the scent of warmth. Now there’s a new body nestled under something he owns, adding to the small space of his past with a sense of hope for the future.
Wise might be smaller than him, but he was still a male. A beautiful male with a beautiful, functioning cock. A cock that is the perfect shape and color, that leans just slightly to the right when fully erect. Now, as Lighter pulls the sheets down, it’s soft and lays gently in the curve of where thigh meets groin, a sleeping prince that just needs a kiss to wake up.
But Lighter likes his lover’s to be fully cognizant, so he gently settles himself on top of Wise, careful not to rest the majority of his weight onto the smaller man, putting it all onto his calves that he has pressed to the bed.
“Hey, baby,” Lighter croons, and grins when he sees sleepy eyes peel open. When he grinds his naked ass down against Wise’s lap, he sees them pop open. “I’m feeling a little hungry.”
Wise is fucking beautiful when he takes cock, but there’s something majestic in watching him in the opposite position.
Lighter loves riding, loves the burn in his thighs as the hands that grip his waist tighten. Under him Wise is just as beautiful as his cock is swallowed by Lighter's body, his smaller form trembling under the onslaught of pleasure.
“God, you feel good, baby,” Lighter purrs, arching back just slightly to press his peaked nipples out, and delights as Wise’s hazed eyes focus on them. “Knew you would be good for me, for us.”
Lighter rides him with a kind of ferocity he would usually reserve for Lycaon, the slap of his ass against Wise’s thighs filling the small room with wet sounds that do little to take away from the pretty gasps that escape those cherry sweet lips.
Fighting and fucking – it’s the same thing, basically. The stark difference is that the hits don’t hurt, and the blood pools in his cock instead of pouring out of an open wound. It’s a battle he likes to engage in to get the adrenaline pumping and his partner reciprocating.
He can feel the sinfully sharp pleasure as Wise digs his nails in, and Lighter is sure he’s gonna touch them in pride later when he sends pictures of his debauched body to the group chat.
The poor excuse of a bed he had scrounged up years ago from some junkyard squeak in protest under his violent movements, metal frame scratching against the floor and hitting the wall just perfectly to add a bit of obscene ambiance that Lighter likes to hear when he’s entwined with his lover. He loves to hear the abuse the environment takes as he destroys every piece of furniture he owns.
(It’s why Lycaon has had to buy some reenforced bedframes – he’s quite tired of the expense.)
But here, in his old room, where time has rusted and softened the things he had collected in an attempt to live a normal life, he can break them to his enjoyment as he builds his future with something new and solid.
But first, he wants to break his baby. Just a bit, to get him to the point where the roughened edges of Wise’s hesitance don’t hurt him when Lighter slides himself over it.
“Wise, darlin’, I can feel ya all the way in my guts.”
Lighter drags Wise’s hand from his waist to his stomach, pressing the trembling hand flat against the definition of muscle and scars.
“Can ya feel the way you move inside of me?”
His grin is rough as Wise whines instead of vocalizing an answer.
“No? Maybe ya gotta press a little harder.”
He pushes the palm harder against his stomach, sliding it down towards where he strains with his own need. Wise’s hand is deliciously soft, a sharp contrast to his other lovers. A hand that has never griped a pole or broken a man’s nose, a hand that has only ever given kindness, and Lighter delights in the touch as Wise wraps his delicate fingers around his erection and gives him a testing stroke.
“Yes,” he hisses out, tilting his head back, clenching around Wise’s cock at the stimulation. “Touch me, baby. Explore me to your heart’s content.”
And Wise, his sweet, beautiful darlin’, nods.
Lighter doesn’t expect him to sit up, slowing his bouncing with a hand on his chest as the morning breath kiss presses desperately to his mouth, so the older man acquiesces to the silent command, letting his mouth drop open to accept the tongue and the teeth.
And Wise must surely taste his surprise when the slighter body tips him backwards, Lighter’s back meeting the mess of sheets as he groans in delight at the manhandling.
“Wise,” he growls against the grinning mouth, and his baby is an angel with bed hair that pulls away to smile down at him devilishly.
“You taste like coffee,” Wise states simply.
“If you dare think about leaving me to get some—”
“No, this is fine. Sorry if I suck it out of your soul though.”
Lighter adjusts his legs, spreading them to allow Wise to settle more fully against his body, which just pushes his erect cock deeper. Wise settles his head against his chest, pouting up at the older man.
“Are you always this amorous in the morning?” he questions, but the shifting of his hips doesn’t stop.
Lighter grins. “Why, don’t think you’ll be able to keep up?”
The pout deepens into a playful frown, Wise pressing that disobedient mouth to Lighter’s chest and giving him a wet raspberry.
“Maybe not all the time, but I can handle you now.”
Yeah, Lighter thinks as his grin softens into a smile. Surely this is love.
“Then give me all you got, baby. I want to limp out of here proudly. I want everyone in town to know you’ve blown my back out six ways to Sunday, that it’s your cum that drips down my thighs. Here, let me show you how flexible I am.”
It’s enjoyable, Lighter thinks as he sees the wonder in Wise’s eyes as he contorts himself, hefting his thick legs to press up to his chest, knees by his ears as he holds his thighs to keep them there. The newness of his relationship with the others has already mellowed out into a soft thing, where they already know each other so well there’s no second-guessing or surprises, which is not a bad thing, far from it. He loves that easiness that comes from routine, but there’s something special about those first times with a new partner that he cherishes, because they don’t last long.
So he drinks in the awe on Wise’s face as the slightly smaller man fucks him like he’s the only thing on his mind, desperate to carve his cock into the deepest parts of Lighter and leave his indelible mark. His kisses are tinted with barely restrained determination, and Lighter is all to happy to let the questing tongue fuck into his throat to taste the groan of Wise’s name that lingers there like a prayer.
“Lighter,” Wise gasps against his mouth, teeth nipping over the sharp cut of his jaw, licking down his neck to gnaw at the tender skin that is marred by old scars.
“Yeah, darlin’, give it to me. You can cum.”
Lighter doesn’t care that he hasn’t reached the same level where he could cum together with his lover, but he’s always found a joy in making sure his partner enjoys themselves and found that mind-numbing pleasure before he found his own. He knows his stamina is different, could go longer and further than most people, having only found Lycaon as an equal in that regard, but he loves what he can to with his body for the people he loves, whether he’s giving or taking.
And right now he just wants to give.
Wise is beautiful as he shakes, the rapid thrusting of his hips stilling as he finally cums, head tilting back and biting his lower lip as he fills Lighter with that liquid warmth that he delights in. He remains hard against his own stomach, but he pays little attention to it as he winds a hand around the back of Wise’s neck, pulling him down to kiss his soft mouth.
Wise sighs, leaning into it, desperate for the affection as he comes down from his high. And Lighter loves to give that affection, to let the hungry little tongue dip inside his mouth and taste the flavor of the groan that rumbles in the back of his throat. Sweet, he hopes, for the sweet little thing that pulls away, eyes softened in warmth as Wise smiles with his spit-slicked lips.
“Lighter,” his beautiful lover whispers, trailing a hand down over the ridges of his stomach, down to where Wise can curl a hand around his erection. “Can I…?”
“Anything you want, darlin’,” he is quick to say, biting into his lower lip as his hips jerk up into that touch. “Could call me nasty names and I would thank you for it.”
“How about something a little nicer?”
Oh, his beautiful boy, who slides down his body to take his cock into his mouth, the glow of post orgasm keeping him loose and eager as he gets part way down before he chokes lightly. Not enough to deter Wise, but to caution him of his limits as he pulls back to kiss over the leaking tip, licking up the bitter precum that decorates the end. Still clumsy, still new to the act, but the devotion is there in how hard Wise tries, and if Lighter wasn’t I love before, he most certainly fucking was now.
His wedding list is definitely not for naught! He’s glad he had the foresight to start it early – he’s sure Wise will look lovely in the little number he picked out for the honeymoon…if they even make it past the ceremony without him hauling the little beast over his shoulder and christening the nearest empty closet he could find. Because he was going to marry this pretty little thing with too long lashes and cherry pink lips and live happily ever after.
“Wise,” he warns, his fantasies helping him along to reach the point where he can feel his orgasm nearing. He threads his fingers through Wise’s hair, not pulling, but brushing them back from that sweaty face that peeks drunkenly up at him. “If you don’t want a load down your throat, you better pull back now.”
And unlike last time, where Wise had been painted in strings of pearls and lace from his release, he’s given a heavy look from under the heavy fan of silver lashes, as Wise bobs his head further down—
Shit, Lighter thinks as he gives a light thrust up, feeling the throat constrict around his cock as he finally reaches the point of no return.
Wise, so beautiful and so determined, coughs as he pulls away, eyes and nose watering as cum drips down his chin, but before Lighter can react, Wise is lifting his hand to wipe at the trail and swipe it back into his mouth.
Well, fuck, Lighter thinks, cock twitching pitifully, unable to get hard that quickly despite the erotic sight of watching Wise clean himself like a cat, pink tongue licking over the back of his hand to catch some remnants.
If he wasn’t gonna wife the boy before, he was definitely going to now. Like, now, elope and all, toss him over his shoulder and go to the nearest chapel that was open. He doesn’t care if they’re married by an Astra Yao impersonator – he wants this boy to have his last name and his children.
“Fuck, baby, that’s the hottest thing ever,” he says, voice strangled. “I fucking love you.”
He seals that confession with a kiss, tasting himself and the squeak that Wise fills his mouth with – at his words or at the frantic action, he’s not gonna stop and ask questions now.
The come down after such a buildup softens his touch, gentling his kisses to soft suckles, the tentative return of his passion met as Wise kisses back. Smooth hands cradle his cheek, turning his passionate ardor into a gentle smolder that still burns under his skin pleasantly.
When he finally pulls away, Wise is a beautiful, mussed mess. Swollen, spit-slicked lips, flushed cheeks, hair wild – if beauty was personified, then it would be Wise at this moment, lit by the early morning light that drifts in through the sun-faded curtains. Warm and sweet, his smile shy but still there as he whispers, “I think I love you too.”