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He landed hard, skidding across the floor, clothing singed and taking the brunt of the impact with his metallic arm. Standing on wobbly legs he moaned in pain before falling back over not knowing where the hell he landed. She was fighting hordes of scaldra until she someone crush land nearby, her instincts took over and opened a portal with her nova to come to his aid.
Green, washes of green, surrounded by voidsteel - left hand lifting the sirocco and firing off shots into the fray of enemies before passing out completely.
She disposes of the enemies and looks down at him.
"Oh my...let’s get you to safety." she gently lifts him up, mindful of his injuries and gets them back to base. She lets Lettie examine and take care of him.
“Picked up another stray I see, babas.”
"I couldn't just leave him alone, he’d probably die."
He jolts, green eyes flaring as he opens them, the metal left hand groping for his weapon that isn't there. Instead, he forms his blade and backs up on the gurney. He recognizes Lettie but not the woman - the last thing he remembers is Arthur shoving him through a portal, gunshots, Entrati ...the reactor... and now - the paracesis disappears and he starts shaking. They're gone, all of them. He didn't get the chance to - IT took it all and he was the only thing left.
She frowns at his reaction although she doesn't blame him for it, slowly getting closer and on his level.
"Hey... you're okay-ish...you’re safe here...I’m Hekate."
"Vermillion..." He whimpers, pained. "Everyone calls me 'Mill."
"Gone..." 'Mill takes several haggard breaths trying to steady himself. "All of them..."
She blinks and takes his arm.
"Deep breaths...what happened?"
He sobs, that metallic hand covering his face, the green tendrils of void glowing off the appendage.
"The reactor - the Indifference - the nuke... Entrati... couldn't stop it." His voice cracks, words barely intelligible. "Arthur shoved me through before it collapsed...can't go back. Gone - everything..."
Despite knowing him for a few minutes her heart breaks for him, Lettie has ushered everyone out to give some privacy to the poor man.
"Fucking indifference." She mutters.
'Mill winds up exhausting himself in grief and falls asleep on the cot only to wake up in the backroom - well, not his backroom. Hazy green eyes try to focus on his surroundings when he hears footfalls on the stairs. The memories flood back, and he curls into himself.
Hekate had moved him to her backroom and let’s everyone know of the situation.
Arthur sighs. “Poor fella lost it all.”
“That’s what it seems like. He was hard to understand at the end of his thoughts but whoever saved him must’ve really cared.”
‘Mill has made himself as small as he can - not usually his style, but he doesn’t know where the portal took him apart from another universe and Hekate another drifter like him possibly. He’ll never see the others again - and he didn’t know what to do. ‘Mill felt cut off from everything he’d known.
Hekate makes her way back to the backroom with Arthur in tow who immediately goes for the kitchen while she goes upstairs gently knocking on the wood to let him know of her presence first.
“Hey.”
‘Mill mumbles softly. “Hey.”
“Hungry?”
His stomach growls answering for him and he can’t deny he is.
“Come on. Let’s take it one step at a time. Whoever saved you, they wanted you to live on - find a way to stop the Indifference for good and not be another statistic for it.” She offers him her hand.
“Arthur…” He whimpers. “I never …never got to tell him I…”
She sighs and sits down next to him. “He probably knew. Arthur always seems like the type that just senses stuff.”
‘Mill grips his hair in that metallic hand, mohawk bending to the pressure, void flaring around him as he continues to grieve. Arthur comes upstairs with food, and he sighs at the sight, gently handing the plates to her.
She gently pries ‘Mill’s hand off his hair.
“Hey, none of that now. I know you must grieve but don’t hurt yourself, yeah?”
He nods and slowly picks at the food, eating some of it. In truth, he still wasn’t used to full meals because of Thrax and even though the food was good he can’t stomach anymore - and when he sees Arthur, he has to hold himself back from rushing at him since he knows it’s not the Arthur he left behind and this makes him curl back around himself again.
Hekate is glad he at least ate something; he doesn’t have to eat everything. Small steps.
“I know we just met but if you need a hug - let me know.”
‘Mill looks at her glowing eyes muted to show stormy blue, and he just leans into her, face buried in her shoulder. She didn’t have to show him any kindness and it’s more than he feels he deserves. She wraps her arms around him, her frame is sturdy, full of muscle underneath but she’s also soft.
“Let it out…it’ll help you.”
So, he does, blubbering and feeling embarrassed by it but he can’t help it. He’ll never get to go home.
“That’s it …just let it out.” She gently caresses his hair.
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The next few days ‘Mill wanders around feeling like a ghost with the others looking at him wearily. He supposes that’s fair - he’d look at himself that way too if he glowed void and had metal for a hand. Those swirls and twirls of Bombastine’s Malice making sure he looked threatening even if he wasn’t and he didn’t have the tools to file down his barbs. Hekate was currently running around on missions, trying to help wherever she can.
She notices the barbs 'Mill has upon her return, studying them intently.
"Hey... anything that could help with those? They seem kind of a nuisance."
'Mill jumps, lost in his head.
"I had a file from...from Loid." His head hangs low. "He designed it for me...it was the only thing that helped. I took down a void angel to get it made."
"Was it made by a pinion or another specific part? I could let my Loid know to make it."
"Pinion."
She nods. "Alright, I’ll put it on the list.... anything else you may need?"
"No..." He sighs. "I..."
'Mill sees Arthur walking towards them and slings away. He should find a place to stay so he's not invading her privacy.
She frowns when ‘Mill leaves, and Arthur greets her with a soft purr.
"Give him time...he needs to grieve and acclimate at his own pace."
'Mill eventually finds an abandoned clothing store to call his own on the 2nd floor. He drags a spare mattress into the back office and even though it's not much, it'll do. Hekate leaves to the future to find Loid while Arthur prepares some food and brings it up to ‘Mill. He’s cut it in cubes for just in case and he gently knocks on the wood.
"Hey...hungry?"
'Mill looks up and nods.
"Thank you." He looks at the food and sighs softly. "I'll give you a list of foods... Thrax starved me, and I was working up to full meals..."
"I have full portions downstairs as well, I just didn't know if you were still on cubed food or not."
"I am ... truthfully I find it hard to eat." 'Mill admits. "I was ...doing better but ...well, Lettie had me on whatever meal shakes she could find."
"Well, whatever you need...do let us know."
"You've done so much already..." 'Mill sighs, pained.
"You’ve lost... everything...Hekate will be damned if she lets you be on your own..."
"You all barely know me..." 'Mill looks down at his feet. "I'll find somewhere to go."
He shakes his head. “Don’t. You’re safer here...she sees something in you...she can’t quite explain it...so please do not run."
"I'm not running..." A soft pained breath leaves him. "I just don't know how I'm going to fit in here..."
"Take it slow...focus on yourself first...I’m sure you'll fit right in."
"You're not like him...he ...I..." 'Mill shakes. "He shoved me through that portal, and I never knew until that point that maybe he felt something... I never even..." He shakes his head. "I can't ..."
The food's left untouched on the desk as he slings into the small office room and shuts the door.
Arthur sighs deeply and he leaves, needing to organize the Hex for their daily missions.
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'Mill sits on the roof looking out at Hollvania knowing he needs to do something more productive with his time but without access to any frames and the fact that he feels weaker by the day... It's like he's disappearing and that’s where Hekate finds him.
"Oh hey, there you are...been searching for you." she is hiding something behind her.
He turns his head to face her moving to stand but falling down right after, void weak.
She frowns and checks him slowly. "Oh, sol... you're fading....you lost your Duviri so ...shit."
“Just thought I was tired.” A shrug. “Turns out it’s more than that. No matter how much I tried to eat, sleep - nothing helped. With my world gone, it’s only a matter of time until…”
She holds his cheeks, an intense look of determination in her four eyes.
“I’m not letting that happen. Come on, get up.”
“Why?”
“Your Arthur saved you for a reason. He wanted you to live and I’m not letting you fade away.”
“Can’t stand.” He slurred softly, fighting sleep and failing.
“Well, carry to Duviri it is.” She gently picks him up, holding him piggyback style as she heads for the portal that leads directly to Duviri, finding herself in the throne room. She looks at Thrax who is hiding behind Lodun like a coward.
Hekate growls. “You will share.”
His majesty …does have-
She looks at them both with the look and they relent with a whimper.
“Come on, bite down on me.” Her tone is gentle.
‘Mill looks at her and opens his mouth, voidsteel fangs glinting in the low light and he bites on her shoulder, his steel crawling around her neck and down her arm. He groans softly at the taste of her void, whimpering as purple mixes with his green and he feels his body solidify. When he pulls back, he feels a bit drunk, shaking as he meets her gaze and then he looks down, knowing what Duviri does to him - Bombastine’s Malice swirling around him - the stuff of nightmares - partially a void angel.
Hekate gasps at the bite but when she looks at him, she smiles, he is no longer fading. Sure, he looks like some kind of void angel but it’s okay.
“How you feeling?”
“Better.” He sighs, his wings clink as he flaps them. “I …thank you…”
She smiles. “You’re most welcome. Let’s go home. Loid made that file for you. Hopefully it works.”
“I’m sure it’ll work fine.” ‘Mill feels himself shift back when they cross the threshold and he looks over his body seeing the green glow once again over top of all the void steel. His shirt was unfortunately shredded in the process.
Hekate smiles and nods. “Come on then. I’ll help. I have no missions for the day.”
“You seriously don’t have to do this.” He moves to leave and go back to where he’d decided to call him, taking the file with him. “You’ve done more than enough.”
She grips his arm. “Please… don’t go.”
“Why?”
Her fingers slide along his metal hand and then she grips it, and the heat is so good, but he just doesn’t understand.
"I may not fully understand your pain...but I don't want you to be alone... there's something about you that’s pulling me in."
He meets her gaze and relents, tired of being alone himself but not wanting to intrude. So, he sits on the couch and starts to file his barbs down.
She smiles and ruffles his hair gently while she starts some cleanup on her frames.
'Mill sighs softly as he continues to scrape away at the metal barbs on his shoulders and near his neck - the grinding of metal on metal filling the space wondering why she wants him here.
She eventually finishes up with her nova and Lettie enters the room, wanting to check on them both.
“Hello babas...hello...second babas.” She chuckles.
He nods in greeting and keeps filing. They'd become so overgrown since he'd landed here and the Duviri visit didn't help.
“How are you both fairing?”
"I’m doing good, thankfully ‘Mill isn't fading...you need any help with anything?"
“No babas, just wanted to check you two is all.”
"Did you manage to find those meal shakes?" He asks hesitantly.
Lettie smiles widely and she takes out five containers. "Should be enough for today, I believe."
"Thanks. I ...I appreciate it."
“Of course...now if you'll excuse me, more refugees came today and effervon burns are sure to crop up.”
'Mill cracks open the top of one and drinks part of it down sighing as his stomach growls.
She smiles, finally seeing him eat something and then Arthur enters with a few plates of food, handing it to Hekate and delivering a kiss as well.
"Gotta go for a mission...had to cook something for you first though."
She smiles and kisses him. "Take care"
"I will." He gives them both a look as he leaves.
The can creaks as he crushes it once it's empty and he ponders opening another since he's so hungry while Hekate stays close by, finding herself staring a few times.
"Something on my face?"
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She blushes deeply at that and looks away.
“What? What’s wrong?” He cracks the second can and starts drinking from it.
“N-nothing…”
“Hekate?”
“Yes?”
“What’s going on?” ‘Mill drinks the rest of the shake and sighs. He’s cautious around food but what Arthur left for her smells so good.
“Nothing.” She then focuses on her food, eating slowly.
After a beat he decides to leave and head back to his area. Especially with Hekate’s staring. It’s - well, he doesn’t know what to make of it, but he needs to right himself after the day he’s had and come to terms with the fact that she saved him when she didn’t have to. She didn’t owe him anything and he felt like he was owing her a debt he couldn’t repay. Even worse, he didn’t even have access to an arsenal to help. He felt useless. Hekate’s gaze saddens when he leaves but she won’t tell him what to do …they’re still somewhat strangers after all.
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‘Mill finds odd jobs to do that don’t require a frame and it winds up saving Lettie and Aoi some time. Helping sort supplies, cataloging things, and even making a chart for Arthur to keep track of what they needed and didn’t. If there was one thing he was good at, it was organization. He still felt out of place, but that feeling was lessening with each passing day and the ability to make himself useful, if even in a basic sense.
Hekate still puzzled him, and she’d leave him things outside his room - little gifts - and he wondered what was on her mind. Each one was thoughtful and practical - and even a few more files for his barbs. He just didn’t draw attention to it, not knowing how to handle this new development.
Now he stood outside the security office working over Arthur’s mission board for the day and helping see if he could make it more efficient, weighing the pros and cons. ‘Mill could tell he wanted to say something - he’d seen that pinched look on his Arthur’s face a number of times - but he didn’t push because he didn’t know how to broach the subject. He felt like a failure with his own Arthur - let alone this one. It wasn’t his place and ‘Mill could tell he was committed to Hekate.
Hekate is a bit of mess, Arthur recently helped her realize that she is attracted to ‘Mill but he obviously has no interest for her...that of course doesn't stop her from leaving him small gifts here and there. 'Mill cracks open a shake and sighs when he sees Hekate approach looking up and meeting her gaze. He notices her mood and wonders what’s up.
"Something up?" 'Mill tilts his head.
"I...no... nothing important." She takes a few steps back.
His brow furrows. "Look, you've helped me so much and I ...what's wrong, Hekate?"
"I don't get it...why? Why do I have these feelings...." She whines in frustration.
"Feelings?" He observes her and thinks about events of the past few weeks. "Hekate?"
She sighs, back against the wall, sliding down, hands in her short purple hair.
"Please, what's wrong?"
“I feel... attracted to you...I know it’s silly, we barely know each other and I doubt you’d..." Her frustration mounts and she shakes her head.
"Attracted - to me?" 'Mill cards a hand through his hair. "I... I'm... Oh, Hekate... I thought I was going crazy..."
She shakes her head. “No, you aren’t going crazy.”
“I’m a mess.” He sighs.
“So am I. I’m just better at hiding it.”
“I’m also a monster…” ‘Mill looks down at his metal hand.
She shakes her head, stands, and slowly approaches him again.
“No, you’re not. I’ve seen monsters and you aren’t one of them.”
“Couldn’t save…” He trails off.
She cups his cheeks. “Don’t - don’t spiral down that path.”
“I see them every night when I sleep - hear his voice.” ‘Mill whines. “I can’t - I can’t…”
She brings him close, hugging him. “It’s difficult - losing the ones you love, but I’m sure they’d want for you to be happy - to survive and beat the damn thing that caused it all.”
“I …” He slings away back to his room - the action sluggish and he almost hits a wall - unable to deal with the pain and comfort he feels he doesn’t deserve. She frowns and follows him, her four purple eyes glowing brightly. ‘Mill is in the small office room, curled up in the mattress, trying to calm himself but having no luck. He shakes and quivers, biting his lip to keep the whines at bay not wanting to draw attention to himself. A soft pained sigh escapes her, and she approaches again, this time sitting next to him.
“Hey…”
“I should’ve stayed…”
“No. You would’ve been gone, too, and we wouldn’t have known that the Indifference is slowly taking over worlds. You’re giving us a chance to fight back, ‘Mill.”
“Fight…” He huffs. “With what?”
“I don’t know.” She answers honestly. “But we’ll figure it out. Point is, you warned us - you’re here - you’re alive and you got people willing to help you.”
“I don’t know what to do is the point, Hekate.” ‘Mill holds his head in his hands. “I can’t use transference anymore. I can barely void sling without running into something. My body won’t cooperate, and I have to file my barbs at least once every two days now. It’s like I’m starting over again after Duviri and I hate it.”
“Then I can’t go help - I’m stuck in this mall without a warframe. I can’t stand the way everyone looks at me with pity. I can’t eat - can’t sleep - even breathe without some type of episode and the guilt is eating me alive.”
Hekate wraps him up in her arms. “You just need to grieve first - for what you lost. You haven’t properly done that yet.”
‘Mill says nothing and just closes his eyes closed - he’s so tired. She gently nuzzles his hair in response.
“You need to slow down a little. You can’t be doing everything at the same time. I know you want to help.”
“I just want to be useful, so it doesn’t feel like I was saved for nothing.” He confesses.
“And you will be, you are - you also need to heal.”
‘Mill exhausted and he feels it creep in on him, passing out and snoring loudly. She smiles and picks him up, carrying him to the backroom and gently settling him on the bed.
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‘Mill doesn’t wake for a long time; he hasn’t been sleeping well at all. Hekate is occasionally checking up on him, making sure he’s okay and she is glad he’s getting the rest he needs. A little more than a week passes and ‘Mill finally wakes disoriented, not in his room, and then groaning when he flops back to the bed.
Hekate comes in just a little after he wakes and smiles. “Morning sleepyhead.”
“How long was I out.” ‘Mill croaks.
“About a week and a half - you really needed that rest.”
“Lua above.” He then looks around and sighs.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sluggish…” His stomach growls. “Hungry.”
“I’ll go get you some of those drinks of yours then. Sit tight.” And she voidslings away, returning soon with a couple of shakes.
“Thanks.” He cracks one open and takes a pull from it. “Arthur leave anything?”
“He did leave some lunch. Spaghetti and some bacon and eggs. Want some?”
“I’ll try the bacon and eggs.” ‘Mill swallows hard.
She nods and leaves to retrieve the food, returning with a plate for each of them. It smells really good, and he digs in able to eat about half of it before pushing it aside. He really is trying and it’s more than he has eaten previous, but he decides to finish his shake. Hekate finishes her plate and looks over at his.
“You don’t mind if I?”
“I don’t eat much. Product of Thrax starving me. I’m trying to get better at eating but it’s taking time. Hence the meal shakes Lettie finds for me.”
She nods. “That’s okay. I like to eat, though.”
Hekate gently takes the plate and eats the rest.
“I am learning to enjoy food more and it does help that the food does taste good in this time.”
“And you’re making good progress. If you ever leave leftovers let me know.”
“I always have them.”
She nods and stays close by even if she’s finished eating. ‘Mill still feels tired and his eyes have lost their glow again. Even though he can tell he’s stable …he doesn’t know what he needs to help with his current malady. He feels this ache…but he can’t put a name to it. Hekate looks curiously at him.
“Hmm …think you may need a refill.”
The thought makes him feel a bit hot and the void around him glitters, the steel twinkling in the light. He’s given up wearing shirts since they always seem to get shredded by the constantly growing barbs. She moves closer and he swallows roughly at her proximity.
“Definitely …your void color has faded.”
He leans over looking at the mark he left on her - the void steel glittering - he wants to bite, and she smiles warmly moving her head to reveal more of her neck, leaving space for him and the compulsion is too hard to ignore. ‘Mill bites down, taking in more of her and he groans against her flesh - void steel once again spreading from the bite and he can’t help the purr of satisfaction that escapes him seeing the patterns gracing her skin.
He pulls back, drunk on her, panting roughly and whimpering. He now recognizes the feeling - arousal …need. He’d felt this way for Arthur in his world and now Hekate was making him needy. Sol, she was lovely and the way she just took him in - he shouldn’t. ‘Mill knew she was with Arthur and it -- he licked his lips, her void still on his tongue. Just because she said she was attracted didn’t mean she’d act on it.
She groans at the bite, the feel of his unique fangs, feeling herself heat and holds him close, not letting go.
“I’m okay…” He pants trying to pull back and her hold tightens.
“I meant what I said. I want you…I’ve talked with Arthur about it - we’d love to have you.”
His eyes widen and he bites back a groan. This has to be a dream - they want him? ‘Mill feels the drag of her fangs up his neck, and he can’t stop the needy growl he releases. He’s never done any of this before and it makes him shiver. She purrs, nuzzling him.
“No pressure. I want you to be doing what feels right for you.”
“I’ve never…” ‘Mill struggles to say it. Say he’s never been in a relationship before - never got the chance. He’s overwhelmed - never done anything related to this. Sure, he understands sex to a degree because he’d asked Lettie when he was interested in Arthur - but never went further than textbooks and novels from Eleanor.
“It’s okay. I got books I can give you that may help. I can also answer any questions you may have.”
“I’m also a bit …different…” He holds up his hand and then taps his metallic pectoral with his fingers, the clink-clink of steel-on-steel echoing between them.
“That’s okay. I’m not normal, you know? Neither is Arthur.”
‘Mill stands and moves to leave, head back to his place, think. Overwhelmed and unsure. Even though he’s been in this world for a while now it still feels too raw to even consider - especially with this world’s Arthur when he was still mourning the man he’d lost.
“Just so you know - you’re …more than welcome to stay if you want.”
“This is your home with Arthur, Hekate.” He doesn’t turn around even though he’s paused at the threshold of the loft. “I …I need to think, and you need your space. To be completely honest, I know it sounds shitty but I’m not over it. I don’t know if I’ll ever be over it - over him - and it - it hurts. I was falling in love with him before he pushed me through that damned portal…”
“I’m weak, and I’m a mess, and I …I’m sorry.” ‘Mill leaves before she can respond because he just isn’t ready no matter how much he may feel …it’s just too soon. Too much.
She whimpers when he leaves - although she can understand where he’s coming from it doesn’t make it hurt any less and she chooses to avoid him for the next few days trying to collect herself.
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‘Mill finds himself on the roof with a bottle of whiskey he’d stashed from the last supply run. He had a feeling Arthur was looking forward to it and he’d take the heat if asked but he just …he wasn’t in the mood. Sol - he rubbed a hand down his face …he didn’t mean to hurt Hekate, he really didn’t, but how could he even do anything when he wasn’t himself?
Arthur finds him there and looks at the bottle in his hand. “Care for some company?”
“Not particularly…” He takes a swig from the bottle.
“Well, I saw you taking that bottle of booze …so, for now you’re stuck with me.”
‘Mill has nothing to say to that and just takes another swig, deeper this time, and blows out a breath. The bottle is already half gone, and this is the most he’s let himself get drunk in a long time. He’s not particularly fond of the feeling and he knows it’s not a cure to his emotional distress, but he just wants to feel anything else.
“Lucky me…” He looks out over the streets of Hollvania with tired, glossy eyes and a sadness that he can’t shake. Arthur takes a seat next to him, taking the bottle and taking a light swig of it himself.
‘Mill doesn’t speak, just takes the bottle back and a metallic clink from that steel left hand - their fingers brushing, and swallows hard. A whine is stuck in his throat - drunk enough to know he shouldn’t say anything, especially since he’s such a mess. But he’s breaking - bit by bit - and it’s unfair. In his shaken state the bottle slips from his fingers, the glass shattering against the concrete, broken fractals catching the setting sun’s glow and tears slip down his cheeks. Not from the spilt liquid, nor the glass, but what it represents. He feels broken, adrift - heartache - missing a place he’d just started to call home and a man he’d just begun to figure out his feelings for.
The man who sat beside him - he was the mirror image of him, but not the same. It would never be the same. ‘Mill reaches down and picks up the very bottom of the bottle, the only piece that made it out unscathed and looks at the small amount of sloshing liquid in it - the amber glistening in the light - and he decides to let the rest of it hit the ground, too. Lettie told him that everyone grieves in their own way - it’d been months now and he still felt lost, and he wished he knew when the feeling would end.
Arthur sighs, watching. “I know it’s hard - difficult… and I know you’ll eventually heal with time, but you have to know there are people around you that care - that want to help you.”
“I’m a broken man, Arthur.” He hears the hitch in his voice and the rough slur from too much …the words just falling out of him.
“So was I until I let people in -- until I let them …her, help me.”
‘Mill felt himself fall forward, the world around him spinning, only to be caught before he could crash and his world went black. Arthur caught him before he could fall, a rough breath escaping him, picking him up and carrying him back inside.
He wakes to the familiar ceiling of the backroom on the couch with a mouth that felt like it was full of cotton and a headache. ‘Mill feels like a heel as the pounding in his head intensifies to the brightness of the sun coming in through the windows - a bottle of water in front of him which he cracks open and drinks like a parched man in the desert. Then he meets the gaze of Arthur and rubs a hand down his face with a rough groan.
“Sorry.” He apologizes and moves to stand only for the world to spin again, and he flops back down. The embarrassment he feels is insurmountable.
Arthur let’s out a sigh. “It’s okay.”
His smile is sad even if it’s meant to be reassuring and he eases ‘Mill back to the couch. “Easy, there.”
“Figured you’d take me back to my room.” ‘Mill says quietly. “I know Hekate can barely stand to look at me now.”
“She’s hurt, ‘Mill. She has this need for you - which I’m okay with. But she also thinks you want nothing to do with her so she’s keeping her distance to not upset you.”
“It’s not that I want nothing to do with her …” ‘Mill sighs. “It’s just that I don’t know how to do any of this. I can’t stop grieving for a life I barely got to live - a man I just realized I was falling for - and a world I couldn’t save. Where do I begin? Where do I fit in truly? I can’t use transference anymore. I can barely sling - I’m dependent on her void and connection to Duviri. Any day I feel like I’m just going to disappear.”
Arthur frowns and takes a closer look at him.
“Shit. I think you may have to complete the bond.”
“I can’t do that to her.” ‘Mill swallows hard. “It wouldn’t be fair.”
“She wants to - she wants you to be safe and not fade away.”
He looks at his metal hand and remembers Arthur dragging him away from the collapsing world, the desperation as everything fell behind them - steel to steel - warmth - ache - words left unsaid. What he’d not told any of them is that he’d pulled him close, breath heat and whiskey and spice - and he’d kissed him hungrily while the world fell around them …told him to live.
His first kiss in a blaze of fire and the ending world while he was then tossed through to the other side and that portal snapping shut. ‘Mill looks up at the man across from him that has the same face, same scars, damn-ear the same voice. A bit softer, less abrasive - he supposes Hekate is to thank for that, and he knows he’ll always remember that kiss.
“Think on it …but I know that other me would’ve wanted you to find happiness and not linger in the past for too long.”
‘Mill feels a tug - the first time in so long - that familiar pull at his navel and he’s suddenly inside Arthur’s head and the memory plays again - the same one every night in his dreams for months now.
“Live, Marty… I’m sorry I never …never told you… never did what …fuck it…” Lips on his, the harsh growl, and then he’s gripped underneath the arm and tossed through. “Go…”
Arthur groans at the memory. “Oh, Sol above.”
“I’m sorry.” ‘Mill whimpers in his mind and tries to break transference but he’s effectively stuck. “I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay. It happens.” Arthur rumbles in understanding. “Though, I do have some chores to do. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not like I can go anywhere.”
He nods and heads out to coordinate the Hex, missions, and deal with paperwork.
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“You’ve been staring at the same line for 15 minutes. Might be time for a break.” ‘Mill sighs softly after a few hours of Arthur looking over inventory reports. Said man rubs his temples trying to stop the upcoming headache.
“Suppose you’re right. I’ll go find Hekate.”
“Yeah.”
He tidies up his desk and heads out finding a rather sad-looking Hekate.
“Oh, love.” He takes her in his arms, and she sniffs a little.”
“I… oh, Sol…”
Arthur sighs lifting her up and carrying them to bed, cuddling her up in his arms and softly stroking her hair while she sobs silently against his chest. ‘Mill has a front row seat to her pain, and he feels like such a piece of shit unable to squash the emotions from filtering through the transference with Arthur. He seriously didn’t mean for this to happen while he was sorting out his own shit.
She whimpers.
“She’s a sensitive one.” Arthur gently tells ‘Mill through the link and he slowly wraps himself around her. She closes her eyes and falls into slumber; tear tracks still on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry…” He’s stuck for a while, and he’s surprised when Hekate doesn’t ask where he is. Though, he can’t exactly blame her. Arthur continues to watch over her, his hold tightening every time she whimpers, purring softly and releasing a calming scent for her.
‘Mill is finally able to pop out of transference, tumbling to the floor with a thud and harsh ‘oof’. She wakes up with a startle, voidslinging to a corner with a whimper.
“Sorry.” He croaks trying to stand and she blinks at the sight of him, slinging to him and hugging him tightly and he falls back on his ass with a rough groan. “Easy.”
She whimpers and lets go of him, scrambling backwards, she seems hurt and confused, and Arthur picks her up again.
“Shh…just a nightmare, love. Everything’s okay.”
“Hekate?” ‘Mill reaches for her and then drops his hand when she backs away further. “It’s …I’ll go.”
Hekate whimpers at that. “I couldn’t - he faded…”
“Just a nightmare. He’s still here, love - look.”
‘Mill stands there, the void in him dim, but still physically present.
“I don’t want him gone.” She sobs.
“I know, love. I know.” He looks down at his distressed mate and then at ‘Mill, signaling him to come closer. ‘Mill hesitates but then is close enough that Arthur pulls him back to the bed and Hekate’s teary gaze meets his and she sniffles afraid to move… then looks down and away.
‘Mill takes this as rejection - it’d serve him right - and backs away only to be grasped tightly by Arthur before he can leave. He stumbles - weak - and falls to the bed between them. His void flickers, glowing and fading in pulses. He doesn’t want her to feel obligated to help …she owes him nothing.
Arthur growls. “She’s not rejecting you.”
Hekate whimpers softly. “He doesn’t feel…”
‘Mill whines and the barbs on his shoulders grow again, void winding around the metal surface and he tries not to rip anything as Arthur curls around his back. He’s helpless to stop the whimper, the embrace making him ache - shaken, confused …need blooming under his skin. Hekate stays close, she doesn’t feel worthy of him, he did reject her after all, but she still wants to help. He pants roughly; he can’t help himself. Being connected to Athur for so long made a temporary bond between them and he feels ‘everything.
“Please, let me go.” He begs. “She doesn’t want me like that …not anymore. Not after what I’ve done.”
“I do…but, please, don’t force yourself.”
“Not forcing …I just want you to understand.” He groans softly. “I was stuck in Arthur’s head all day. He saw everything. You should …”
Arthur growls in frustration. “You both want each other - Sol, damn it.”
‘Mill feels the growl, and it makes him shiver …the memory resurfacing again - that growl making him burn.
“And I want you both - it’s all up to you, Marty.”
“No pressure.” ‘Mill deadpans.
“It all comes down to what you want.”
“I’ve never done this …ever. I don’t know what to do.” ‘Mill sighs in defeat.
“For the time being, get a refill. You’re fading slowly.”
He pants roughly, that feeling coming back and whimpers when Arthur holds him, swordsteel clicking against void steel and he can’t stop from reaching for her, biting on his mark, more steel sliding along her skin making a patchwork of flames on her in glistening metal. She whimpers, void pure energy, spicy and sweet and when he pulls back, he’s hot, aching, gasping for breath and desperately trying not to grind against her.
“Need…Sol, I can’t take it… I …Please.” He whines, swallowing hard and he feels himself twitching, wanting to be touched.
“You sure? There’s no going back after this.”
“I ache…” ‘Mill swallows hard. He can’t fight it anymore - it’s too much and he’s so lonely, so needy, and she wants him - they both do. The craving for affection, for belonging, for something other than the emptiness he feels. Sol, he did try so hard to fight it because they deserve better than a broken man like him - a monster - a creature… barely human beneath the steel, but he just can’t anymore.
“Please don’t take it back.” She begs as she gets closer, nuzzling his neck and then biting down - and he’s in tatters, growling in need, feeling hot all over and then another bite has him reeling - Arthur’s fangs burying themselves deep on the opposite side and he cries out feeling the thump of his heart so acutely. Gods, he aches, cock twitching, unable to stop himself from palming it through his sweats for some relief. Arthur’s hands keep him steady as Hekate gently traces his skin, starting from his chest and slowly going downwards.
Her fingers trace the void steel accents on his muscles, the twirling patterns in his flesh, green void twinkling around them. Those soft touches along his steel and flesh, the winds and bends, the curves in Duviri patterns - it makes him gasp for breath. She’s in awe.
“Beautiful.” She whispers.
“Too kind…” He quivers under her touch.
Hekate smiles, leaning in for a kiss while her hands creep lower, fingers tracing the metallic patterns leading down to the V of his hips, hand sliding over his cock over his sweats and he groans into her mouth, breath hitching when she cups him, hips moving instinctively to grind against her palm.
“I want you…” She lets her hand press down firmer, feeling him twitch. “Are you sure?”
“I can’t fight it anymore.” He whines. “But I don’t know how - what to do…”
"It’s okay...I can either show you now or we could wait for you to study and learn."
"I did read before, but it was mostly about men because I was interested in Arthur...so, I don't have any reference for women but I..." He swallows when he feels Arthur bite him again. "Sol, I want to try."
"Then it’s settled, because I too would like a piece of you...if you’d like that is."
'Mill groans, words lost, his only answer is to grind back against him, eyes flaring brightly - green overtaking the room. He's overwhelmed and on edge and they haven't even started yet.
Arthur purrs loudly, nipping at his shoulder as Hekate slowly undresses him revealing the steel bit by bit that goes down further, between his thighs, accenting the veins on his cock and he glows vibrant green, leaking neon from the tip. He twitches in the open air, soft chiming from the metal and void - in truth, he's always been a bit self-conscious about his changes and the way the metal has moved across his skin.
She seems rather intrigued and fascinated by his metal bits, her hand gently taking him in and stroking him slowly. His head falls back against Arthur's shoulder, mouth open on a heavy groan - Lua above, feels so damn good. Instinctively he turns and bites down on Arthur's armored neck, his steel fangs piercing easily, the passage of his void steel suddenly pushing the armor back and under his skin baring his flesh and he feels the heat behind him. It doesn't move everything, but just enough for their metals to bind together and make it shift.
Arthur gasps and whimpers, eyes widening when he realizes that parts of his armor have fallen down and his actual skin is now rubbing against ‘Mill’s and he groans.
"Sol above.”
'Mill pants with each stroke to his cock, whimpering - he feels heat and ache and his body quivers. Sol, he's close but he doesn't want to come this way. Not yet.
"Hekate...Sol, please...I ..."
She pauses for a second. "Too much? You okay?"
"Want to have you..." He rumbles. "Show me how...fuck, please, baby... want to be inside you..."
She grins and kisses him deeply, gently getting him onto his back and undressing herself, she is very, very wet as she grinds against him slowly.
"Fuck...so ...so slick..." He pants against her lips, hips grinding upwards, cock sliding through her folds, hands gripping her hips to steady her. "Won't last...sorry..."
She moans and slows down to a stop. "Want you inside me."
"Gods, please..."
She slowly positions him and takes him in, moaning sweetly at the stretch and unique feel of him.
"Oh, Sol..." 'Mill groans - she's so hot, tight...wet...silken heat gliding over him and he whines, hips shifting, unable to stop the instinctual twitch and thrust, wanting to bury himself in her heat. "Hekate..."
She whimpers, moving slowly, hands braced onto his chest, stroking the skin underneath with her thumbs
"Easy …take it slow." Arthur whispers in his ear.
"Trying..." 'Mill shivers, letting her set the pace and it's such sweet torture, but so good. "Gods, feels so damn good..."
Arthur purrs, pulling ‘Mill in for a deep kiss while Hekate finally sets a slow pace, enjoying the feel of him as well as letting ‘Mill also feel the hot tightness around him.
A tear slides down his cheek as he's kissed ...by Arthur, this Arthur... It's tender and sweet and makes him ache anew, his hand reaches back for that salt and pepper hair, hips following her rhythm, the unique textures of his cock rubbing inside her.
She's moaning, her hands caressing his skin. Arthur pulls back with a purr and takes one of ‘Mill’s hands, and gently moves it down towards her clit, showing him how to stimulate her and it makes her mewl.
'Mill follows the motions, watching her face, biting his lip to hold himself in check - wanting her to get there. Sol, she's so beautiful, cheeks flushed, the glittering metal of his bond mark flowing over her collar bones in dips and swirls. He's panting, aching - Sol, the heat of her is too much and he arches his back hoping she comes soon because he can't hold out and he hates it - but he supposes it's what happens when there is no experience.
"Hekate...baby, please...Sol, please come for me."
Hetake shrieks in pleasure, her movements getting a little faster, using gravity to her advantage and she comes with a wail, her insides tightening around ‘Mill, wetness all around him.
"Lua above, tight...can't stop..." He then grips her hips and thrusts up into her, bending his knees as he moves, groaning, back arching as a few more thrusts push him over the edge - stars burst behind his eyelids, shaking and quaking, toes curling as he howls only for it to be swallowed by another kiss, and all the void on him flares brightly, the green sparking and twinkling.
Hekate leans down and kisses him deeply, hands caressing his chest and up to his neck, her own hips grinding against his.
"Sol, I ..." He swallows and tries to catch his breath. "Oh...Hekate...I ..."
His head flops back to the pillow, hand in her hair as they kiss again - he's so lost in her now and he doesn't want to be found hearing as she whimpers, body finally relaxing.
"Gods ..." He babbles in pleasure.
"Just me." She giggles.
"Sol..." 'Mill groans softly when they separate. "Give me a few minutes. I definitely want more."
She chuckles. "Definitely want another taste"
"Hey, I believe it’s my turn." She playfully shoves Arthur, and he laughs. "Greedy little thing."
"You can share..." 'Mill rumbles softly, eyes glinting playfully.
Arthur bites her neck playfully and she giggles.
"You seriously want me?" He swallows looking at the heat in Arthur's gaze.
"Course I do...as I said...we both do."
"Never thought this could happen to me." 'Mill caresses his cheek with that void steel hand.
He smiles. "You should...you already had one of me fall for you. I’m technically the second one."
"Show me what it's like..."
They both smile at that. "Before we continue though...you want me to shag you or for you to shag me? I’m fine with either."
'Mill pants roughly, most of his fantasies were of Arthur fucking him and he growls in need.
"I want you to take me...wasn't a night that went by without me thinking about you pounding me into the mattress..." He bites his lip at the confession.
"All right, sweets...you said you did some research...you ever tried doing anything on your own?"
He blushes a bit. "A little. I didn't know if I'd ever... and I wanted it so badly."
"Mmm, will have to stretch you."
'Mill groans, eyes wandering over Arthur's form and how much of his armor his steel moved to show his skin beneath. Chest, arms, thighs - but his groin was still hidden beneath plating, and it made him hotter, just the surprise of what may lie beneath. His mind then took a sad turn thinking that maybe the reason why his Arthur held out for so long was because of the changes - thinking he wouldn't be accepted - and a soft whimper escapes him.
Arthur is purring lowly, hot and needy up as he looks at them both. Hekate moves away, whimpering when she’s left empty and Arthur takes her place between ‘Mills thighs, pulling him into a kiss while his hand goes for Hekate's folds, making her moan and whimper until his fingers are slick enough.
‘Mill whines into the kiss, panting - aching - but the memory flashes in his mind again - and he ...he can't. No matter how badly he wants to, he just can’t and he whimpers, slinging away shaking. Sol, he feels like shit for it but he's still not over him and it feels like a stab to the solar plexus as he collapses to the couch on the other side and tries to control his breathing - he hates himself.
Hekate frowns at his sudden departure and she slings to him. "Hey...you okay?"
"I'm sorry... I keep seeing him... feeling him." 'Mill tries his best not to break down. "I can't stop it, and I know that I... Sol, I want him but I ...please, don't hate me..."
"I don't hate you. Hey, it’s okay...you’re okay." She pulls him in.
"I do want him... I ... Why is this so hard?"
"Because it’s hard moving on from people you’ve lost."
"Will you..." He meets her gaze.
She looks right back at him, confused. "Will I, what?"
"Keep me grounded because I want him badly..."
"Of course. How...do I do that though?"
"Hold me and if you see me start flickering, refocus me." He looks back to the bedroom area where he sees Arthur looking forlorn from his sudden departure and he swallows. "I want this."
She nods and Arthur whimpers a little but nods. "I know...I know…"
"I want you ...I do." 'Mill comes back to bed with Hekate in tow and caresses his cheek with that metal hand, green glow flickering softly. "I need you...please just be patient with me..."
Arthur leans onto his hand, nuzzling him.
"Gods..." He pants roughly, moving to kiss him, hungry - aching - pouring every ounce of need into it and Arthur kisses him back just as hungrily, growling into it.
'Mill just keeps the kiss going, focusing on the feel of his lips against his own.
Arthur's kiss is gentle and a little desperate at the same time, Hekate is staying close, gently caressing ‘Mill's skin
"Yes..." He gasps, feeling those warm metallic hands on him.
Arthur's hands gently push him back, slicking his fingers up by his slits opening, the head of his cock poking out.
'Mill feels desperate for him, spreading his thighs wide, cock twitching in excitement, the neon pulsing in time with his heart, tip dripping in need. He pants roughly, watching Arthur's cock reveal itself and licking his lips.Top of Form
Arthurs cock slowly comes out, matte black, white bioluminescent lights on the sides and tip, different sized bumps and its rather thick on the middle of it, very thick. Its leaking copious amounts of lubricant. Arthur strokes himself a few times with a groan, slicking his fingers up and slowly inserting one into mill.
A groan escapes him, twitching, needy...Sol, so needy. He can't stop himself from grinding back the focus Arthur puts into it, another finger, softly scissoring him open, pressing against something spongey inside him. It makes him see stars. Makes him ache...
"Gods...please..." His head falls back into Hekate's lap.
Hekate’s fingers are gently tracing his skin. Arthur makes sure mill is fully stretched and then he positions himself.
"Ready love?"
'Mill shivers at the endearment, whimpering and swallowing hard. "Yes..."
He purrs and gently goes inside, moaning once he’s all the way in, his cock is rather hot inside of ‘Mill.
'Mill groans, quaking, the sensation different, but intense and he just 'needs' Arthur to move, craves it. He presses his thighs to either side of Arthur's hips and then pulls him down for another kiss, hips hitching with a whine.
"Please...dear Sol and Lua above, please ..."
Arthur smiles and he, at first, gives gentle grinds before starting slow thrusts. He’s beautiful, back arching, and the sight makes him ache as he pushes as deep as he can on each roll of his hips - burying himself in warmth.
"Sol, Marty....you feel so good."
'Mill is speechless, mouth agape, panting for breath hips rocking into the thrusts and he can't help the whimper escaping him, hands gripping the sheets. His cock twitches between them, bobbing with each thrust.
"Fuck...don't stop..." He begs, toes curling, the unique textures of his cock massaging his insides, head bumping against that spot.
Arthur moans deeply leaning in and biting on the mark yes left after he sets a moderate pace. 'Mill holds onto him, groaning hotly, back arched, needing -- aching... Sol, felt so good ...been craving Arthur for so long. Each thrust makes him climb higher
"Yes...fucking yes...give it to me..."
Arthur growls, biting on him harder, his thrusts getting deeper and faster, hitting that one spot, grinding to rub onto it.
He howls, coming hard, glowing and flickering - clenching around him and biting down in response. More voidsteel crawls across his armored flesh, and he pants roughly trying to catch his breath. Arthur snarls as he follows, hips flush against him as his knot inflates, keeping them locked together.
"Fuck..." 'Mill moans feeling floaty and satisfied.
Arthur growls softly while he grinds, stimulating both of them and ‘Mill sighs, purring and enjoying the closeness.
"Sol, sweets...you feel amazing."
"So do you."
"You’re ours...and were yours..." Arthur smiles brightly and kisses ‘Mill deeply.
"I like the sound of that." 'Mill hums in pleasure and returns the kiss.
Hekate giggles and Arthur kisses her next.
"Tired..." He slurs softly, eyes closing.
Arthur purr, his knot slowly going down and he gently pulls out.
"Come on, let's get him cleaned up.”
Hekate agrees and helps with a soft smile seeing how 'Mill is completely relaxed and enjoying the attention.
They get him into the bathroom with Arthur gently cleaning ‘Mill's hair once they’ve gotten him into the tub and Hekate is gently caressing his body.
"Thank...you..." He whispers a bit tearfully.
She smiles and kisses him. "We’ll take care of you...promise"
"Too good to me..."
Arthur purrs loudly, now that ‘Mill is cleaned up and Arthur pulls Hekate in to clean her up as well. 'Mill leans against the side of the bath, eyes lidded, the green soft as he admires them both - feels lucky that this was his fate.
After Arthur is done with Hekate, she smiles.
"Hour turn..." She giggles and he shakes his head in amusement.
'Mill chuckles and moves to help, gently scratching at Arthur's scalp while Hekate squeezes out some soap. Arthur purrs rather loudly at the attention, grabbing both of them when they're done to keep them close for a little bit, bask in their warmth.
'Mill starts to shiver a bit as the water goes cold. Hekate takes notice and wraps herself around him, her body heat rising slowly and Arthur chuckles.
"Better get both of you back to bed, hm?"
'Mill just nods, fading fast. It'd been a bit of an exhausting day.
Arthur gently takes ‘Mill first, drying him of and placing him in bed and then chuckles in amusement when Hekate just gives him grabby hands.
"Uppies." And he laughs as he carries her back to bed as well once she’s dry.
'Mill passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow.
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Green eyes open and look around, startled at first, but then settles when he feels Hekate curl around him. He feels a bit frozen not believing what happened the night before, but he's definitely not upset by it. Hekate is sleeping soundlessly, her body wrapped around ‘Mills, her tattoos flaring softly.
'Mill then groans when he feels the bed dip and looks up to see Arthur and realizes it definitely wasn't a dream.
"Sol..." He rubs that metal hand down his face. "Thought I was crazy... it really happened...”
"Not crazy love and it did happen." He purrs, settling down.
'Mill finds himself pulling Arthur on top of him, needing the closeness and presence - like a weighted blanket grounding him. The scent of bergamot and spice, whiskey - it settled his nerves and Arthur gently caresses his cheek, settling on top of him with a low purr.
"More than I thought I'd ever have."
"You deserve all of it...all the love we can give you."
'Mill whimpers, nuzzling into him.
Hekate wakes up and yawns. "Mornin’"
"Hey."
"Rested?"
He nods, face still buried between Arthur's neck and shoulder.
She smiles. "I’m glad."
"I don't want to leave the bed today." He mumbles.
"We could have a lazy day."
"I'd like that."
"Then lazy day it is. I’ll go talk to Aoi and take care of today’s tasks." He shifts his armor back into place, kissing them both on the cheek. “Be back soon.”
'Mill sighs softly, knowing he has things to take care of, and just lays back against the pillows curling around Hekate needing the closeness and she strokes his hair with one hand - traces the different patches of metal on his body with the other.
'Mill rumbles softly, nuzzling into her.
"You’re safe now....and we’ll both take good care of you...promise"
"It feels ...so good..."
"I’m glad."
"Can't help but ...just need to be close." He whimpers softly.
"First few days of a bond will be like that."
'Mill groans softly. "And so hot..."
She giggles. "And a little horny."
"Understatement."
She laughs. "Well, I don't mind that either."
"Have nothing to compare it to but Gods last night ...I ...I want more."
"All right, how do you want it?”
He rolls her beneath him and kisses her hungrily - aching, heated and hot - whimpering in her mouth. Metallic hand sliding down to cup her breast, void fizzling against her skin - metal surprisingly warm to the touch and she moans arching into him, her own hands going for his back, gently tracing his skin.
He shivers, neck sensitive where metal meets flesh, panting for breath as he grinds against her and she whimpers, legs wrapping around his waist, gently guiding him.
"Tell me what you like..." He nips at her neck, shoulder, soothing the sting with his tongue.
She giggles when he glides across a sensitive spot.
"Oh, I like a lot of stuff...but my most favorite...the way Arthur just loves eating me out...won’t let me up until I’m a hot mess.”
'Mill licks his lips thinking about it. "Show me..."
She kisses him and slowly guides him downwards, spreading her lips, she’s so wet already.
"This is my clit...its rather sensitive and it drives me mad when Arthur licks and sucks on it."
'Mill leans in, licking a long stripe up from opening to clit, groaning at the taste of her, flicking his tongue against her swollen, sensitive flesh in experimental swipes. She shudders, hands going into his hair, head falling back as she moans.
"Good?" He asks softly, wanting to do it right.
"Aye…don’t stop, keep going."
'Mill moves down, sliding his tongue inside her while his metal hand comes up and that thumb brushes against her clit, gently rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves while he drinks her down.
She gasps thighs shaking at the stimulation, her moans now louder and higher in pitch.
"Don’t stop."
He groans, eyes hot as he looks up at her, feeling her thigh quiver beneath his palm as he holds her open, diving his tongue in and out hoping he's doing it right...thumb still rubbing circles on her clit.
She’s moaning and suddenly there’s a purr in the corner, Arthur has returned, leaning against the door frame as he watches the sight in front of him.
'Mill is too focused on making her come, her taste, sounds, her hand gripping his hair. Sol, he's hot...grinding against the mattress, feeling her push against his face and he continues to lick and suck on her.
She squeals. "Close...Sol, ‘Mill…don’t stop...please, don’t stop…”
Her hand tightens in his hair, and he groans against her, sucking her clit and gently pushing two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out, the unique textures stimulating her.
She screams as she comes, drenching his chin, panting and pulling a little at his hair.
He pulls back panting, licking his lips and gently removing his fingers, sucking on them.
"Holy shit..." He groans. "So hot."
Hekate gasps, trying to recover from it.
"Hot -- the both of you."
'Mill turns to the voice and he's watching Arthur approach with so much heat in his green gaze.
"Sol, both of you are so bloody hot, makes my blood burn…"
"Lua above..." He pulls Arthur into a kiss when he's close enough.
Arthur growls and he pushes him down on the bed, taking control and kissing him hungrily, tasting Hekate on his tongue and groaning. 'Mill whines into the kiss gripping him tightly and not minding one bit.
He growls and purrs, grinding down and pulling back from the kiss.
"Absolutely delicious…" Arthur growls. “Need to shag you…”
"Absolutely fucking sexy..." 'Mill moans in need.
Arthur chuckles. "That you are, love."
"Gonna be like that, huh?" He smirks, grabbing his hair in his fist and dragging him back down to kiss him hungrily.
Arthur laughs and leans into the attention while Hekate is enjoying the view.
'Mill pulls Hekate in, groaning softly, trading kisses with them both.
Hekate giggles. "You’re both so, so hot…"
"Want you both..."
"How do you want us?"
"Want you to ride me..." He swallows hard then looks at Arthur. "And you inside me..."
She whimpers, feeling how wet she is.
"Yeah...we can do that…"
'Mill groans as they both move into position.
Hekate is slowly grinding against him, so wet and warm as she takes him down to the hilt.
'Mill whimpers softly, holding her hips to steady her. "Sol..."
Arthur gently gets behind ‘Mill, wet and dripping, grinding into him until he’s all the way in, sighing in pleasure, purring loudly.
"Oh, fuck..." 'Mill's head falls back in pleasure.
"So tight, love." Arthur purrs and Hekate whimpers as she starts riding him slow, but deeply.
"Gods...yes ..." He groans and starts moving between them.
Hekate whimpers, stabilizing herself on his chest, her hips moving in time with his while Arthur is giving him slow grinds, the ridges rubbing against his sweet spot in the process.
'Mill groans, it feels so damn good - can't help but need more - getting lost in it, in them, how they caress him, hold him. He pants for breath, aching, whining - needing. His hand reaches up for Hekate, pulling her down to kiss her lips, growling into her mouth, tongue tangling with hers - a bit sloppy, but heated.
Hekate moans, cupping his cheek while they kiss.
"So good..." He babbles. "Please, don't stop..."
"We won’t...come on now, baby…" Arthur rocks into him.
"Close..." 'Mill groans. "Gods, I..."
Hekate whimpers "Come...come for us... please...need you…"
'Mill whines when a few more thrusts on his sweet spot throw him over the edge and he clutches Hekate to him, biting her shoulder.
Hekate gasps and she bites him in return, Arthur growling, leaning in - biting him as well.
"Lua above." 'Mill falls limp in their arms and sighs.
"Couldn't have said it better myself."
'Mill stomach takes that moment to growl.
Arthur chuckles.
"Love, you mind?"
"Not at all." Hekate giggles, Arthur is stuck in him thanks to his knot.
'Mill blushes softly and feels a bit sheepish even though he knows that food is a normal thing to want. A soft groan escapes him when Hekate lifts herself up and he slides out of her - automatically missing her warmth.
Hekate already misses the feeling of being full, but she has to make some snacks for them all now that she thinks about it, giving ‘Mill a kiss before leaving. He relaxes when Arthur squeezes him in his arms.
"Oh..." 'Mill groans when he grinds against him and there's a soft throb of pleasure.
Arthur purrs, grinding in slow circles, keeping them both stimulated.
"Too much?"
"A little." He admits. "Don't have the stamina yet."
His grinds stop slowly, kissing along his cheek and neck.
"That’s all right."
"I look forward to when I can keep up with you both."
Arthur chuckles. "It’ll come eventually...until then we'll be cherishing you so, so much."
'Mill whimpers when he's suddenly empty and he sees Hekate come back with snacks. They take the time to clean up first before eating and he smiles, feeling complete in a way he never thought was possible - grateful to both of them.
Hekate gently feeds mill with a soft smile while Arthur feeds her.
'Mill hums softly and trades bites with both of them until the plates are empty. His eyes close - content.
Arthur cleans up and takes the plates downstairs to the sink while Hekate cuddles ‘Mill.
"Grateful...you chose me..."
"Of course. I’m glad you accepted us, too."
He holds her close, hand tracing patterns on her back.
She smiles, her eyes glowing under the low light and she yawns, her fingers tracing different patterns on his skin.
'Mill holds her hand over his heart, void steel warm beneath her palm.
She smiles, caressing that place gently, her own fires flaring up a little bit
The void twinkles beneath her touch, and he hums softly.
She smiles “So handsome…”
"Way too kind ..." He sighs in pleasure. "Lua above, never felt like this."
"Feels good?"
"Mmhmm..."
She smiles and kisses his forehead then his cheeks, showering him in love.
He laughs, feeling light for the first time in months.
She blinks then smiles widely, fangs showing and she keeps doing it loving the sound of his laugh. Arthur returns and with a lot of plates of food and he smiles knowingly at the sound of ‘Mills laugh.
'Mill calms down a bit, leaning back against the pillows, arm behind his head holding her to his chest. Eating the rest of what Arthur brought up.
Arthur feeds them both - yet again, purring loudly.
"Feel like I should do something." He comments softly. "Haven't really slowed down this much ...ever, really."
"This is a lazy day...we’re supposed to be doing nothing but resting."
"After today I should try transference... it's been too long, and I accidentally got sucked into Arthur." A sigh. "Sorry about that, by the way."
"It’s okay, love...this one still does it sometimes."
"What frames did you use to use?"
"Stynax, Nezha, Nova every once in a while."
"I think I may have Styanax."
"Wonderful."
"But...lazy day...” Hekate sighs softly. “… tomorrow"
"We're having one today." He argues.
"Aye...and tomorrow we’ll work on your transference."
"Not gonna lie, it'd feel so good to be able to use a suit again. At least then I'd be able to help."
She nods. "Okay, it is settled then."
"Honestly, this is the strongest I've felt in a long while." He sighs. "Felt strong enough to try."
She nods. "It’s probably a good idea to top off from me."
'Mill doesn't hesitate, leaning over to sink his fangs into her with a growl.
She whimpers and her hand holds his head against her. Lua above, her void tastes so damn good and he digs his fangs in a little deeper, the void steel on her pulsing with each gentle pull. She pants lightly, her eyes closing as she basks in him, letting him drink as much as he needs for the time being. 'Mill pulls back before he gets too lost in it making sure not to hurt her.
"Sorry..."
"It’s okay...just go slow next time...I’m not made purely out of void you know."
"I was before this ...and since I connected with you, I'm gaining it back bit by bit." His eyes glow brightly.
"That you are...you have beautiful eyes you know."
"So do you." 'Mill gently pushes a few stray hairs back. "Purple is my favorite color."
"Really? You mean it?"
"Yes..." He smiles. "First thing I noticed. How much purple..."
She blushes but smiles. "I like your green, too."
His thumb brushes underneath her secondary eye. "Rubbing off on you."
Her head turns her secondary eyes turning green momentarily.
"Gorgeous."
She blushes but smiles brightly.
"I need something to read."
"I think I have some mystery books lying around here."
"Really? That would be wonderful."
"Yes, here let me go find him."
'Mill sits up and smiles. It'd been so long since he just sat and read a good book with some coffee.
Hekate leaves and returns shortly with a couple of books of Sherlock Holmes stories.
He leans against the headboard, picks up a book, and holds out his arm for her to snuggle against his side.
She smiles and voidslings into his arms, hugging him tightly.
He relaxes with her, hearing as she's fallen asleep beside him and smiles while he reads. If his sleep was messed up it stood to reason hers was, too.
She snores softly, body limp and tired against him - Arthur purrs.
Electric_Queen on Chapter 1 Wed 27 Aug 2025 04:02PM UTC
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