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karespocketboyfriends · 3 months ago

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𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

Chapter Six

A Love and Deepspace Fanfiction (Sylus X OC)

Warnings -> None needed

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An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

April, 2047

January’s frost bleeds into April’s showers, but the N109 Zone remains the same year round. No sun means no blooming flowers, no flowers means no butterflies, no trees means no returning birds. It's easy to forget that life once bloomed in this place, that this city used to be just like any other. Until the Chronoshift Catastrophe that turned the world on it's head thirteen years ago. The N109 Zone, that was once known to be a bustling hub of technology, was unable to recover from the disaster.

Still, letting spring arrive without a proper welcome is unacceptable.

"Evie." A deep, baritone voice halts my hands. "Why is there paper littering my base?"

I turn towards the man standing in my cozy little office, the string of brightly coloured paper flowers in my hands going slack as I lower my arms. "It’s not litter, Sir. They're decorations."

"Decorations." He repeats, raising a brow as he looks around my office. Of all the rooms in the base, this one has fallen the most victim to my sudden whim. The shelves, my desk, the only thing that’s been spared is the electric fireplace for safety reasons. "And where did you find the children to make these... decorations?"

My shoulders drop, followed by my heart sinking a little. "I made them."

I’m perfectly aware that my capabilities when it comes to arts and crafts match those of a preschooler, but I don’t think they look that bad.

Sylus clears his throat. "I see. Your style is very... distinctive.”

With a snort and a roll of my eyes, I turn back to the wall and resume taping up the flowers. “The plan was to only put them up in here, but Luke and Kieran suggested putting them everywhere else, too. I think it’s their attempt at another prank.”

Sylus hums, a smirk playing on his lips as he taps his temple with his index finger. “So, you’ve gotten comfortable enough to assist those two in their troublemaking. I suppose that means you won’t have any reservations about coming with me today?”

I turn to face him again. At least this time, I managed to get the flowers on the wall. “You want me to accompany you this time, Sir?”

Since starting this job, I have yet to leave the base. I’ve settled into a comfortable routine over the short course of these past few months, things like answering emails and phone calls, scheduling meetings and deals, managing inventory and the organization’s finances, small things that don’t directly need Sylus’ attention unless proven otherwise. He hasn’t asked or ordered me to go anywhere with him until now, though in hindsight, any normal personal assistant would be expected to be at their boss’ side all hours of the day. Or night, in our case.

I wouldn’t say Sylus and I are close, but we exist comfortably around each other. I go looking for him when his decisions are needed, and he finds me whenever he needs me to do something on his behalf. Our work circles overlap briefly, but for the most part, I work alone. Some nights we don't even see each other, and messages are left on the other's desk as a form of communication. Or a phone call if the matter is urgent.

"If you're comfortable with it." Sylus says with a casual shrug. "Alfonse is something of a mediator this time around. The woman I'm actually doing business with is rather cautious."

I easily pick up on what he's not saying. "And you believe bringing me with you would ease her mind?"

"It's worth a shot." There's a slight shift in the air around him, the slightest tilt from casual conversation to something more serious. "This could turn dangerous."

That is the logical thing to be concerned about, isn't it? I'm perfectly aware of what kind of meetings I schedule, even though I've never sat in on one. No one, neither Onychinus nor the other party, shows up unarmed. Sylus has returned covered in blood time and time again, and not all of it has been his.

Concern for my well-being is not what comes out of my mouth. “It’s not like I don’t get hazard pay. When do you wish to head out, Sir?”

He raises a perfectly arched brow. “You’re agreeing just like that? I thought I was going to have to bribe you.”

I fold my hands behind my back and swallow the playful remark dancing on my tongue. “Sir, if you were planning to drag me along regardless of how I feel about it, you wouldn’t have checked in with me. You would have simply ordered it. That’s all I need to trust that you’ll keep me safe. So, when are we leaving?”

Sylus stares at me for a moment, the look in his eyes that of a troubled soul trying to piece together a complicated puzzle. It’s brief, gone as quickly as it appeared. “Now.”

I throw my spring jacket over my arm, snatch the book I'm currently reading from the corner of my desk, and lock up the office. I follow half a step behind Sylus, the heels of my leather ankle boots echoing in the silent corridor. It's easy for one to assume the base is always empty with how quiet it tends to be around here, but the truth is, there are people everywhere. One just has to know where to look.

I take the time we spend walking to the garage to make myself as presentable as possible. Smoothing out my wine red blouse, fixing the subtle ruffles at the cuff of the sleeves, picking stray hairs of my black slacks. After my first paycheck, I went out and bought several outfits that would be more appropriate for work than the old, casual clothes I had from my poor person days. I particularly love this brand of woman's slacks and bought the same pair in several colors. They're comfortable and professional yet still feminine, with an elastic waist and a faux fly. The button is just for decoration.

It felt good to go out and buy higher end clothing for myself, yet at the same time, I also felt a little guilty about it. I've never spent that much on myself before, and I haven't since.

"You're trying too hard." Sylus suddenly says, throwing a glance over his shoulder. Just in time to catch me using my phone as a mirror while I reapply my dark red lipstick.

I screw the cap back on and tuck the small tube back into the pocket of my jacket. "Well, pardon me for wanting to make sure I don't sour Onychinus' reputation with a poor first impression."

He chuckles. "Sweetie, you wouldn't be able to influence Onychinus' reputation even if you arrived in a Halloween costume."

My retort gets caught in my throat, heart sputtering at the unexpected drop of a nickname. For such a sweet nickname, he used a rather sarcastic tone, but in no way did it feel malicious. It feels more like a playful jab, one that makes me feel... I don't know, closer to him. Chaos is, after all, my love language.

Influenced by this invitation to banter, I open my mouth to do just that, but my words die again when he stops before the garage door and turns to face me. I have to tilt my head back to meet his gaze from this close.

"I'll let you in on a little secret." Sylus says, mirth flickering in the depths of his crimson eyes as one corner of his mouth slightly curls. "Your smile is your greatest weapon."

My next exhale comes out sharp, like a quiet gasp. Sylus, not paying it any mind, pushes the garage door open and strolls inside. The garage is more of an indoor parking lot, absolutely massive and full of Onychinus' identical black SUV's. A floor below houses Sylus' personal collection, though I've yet to see it in person. I do know, from managing his accounts, that he owns some very expensive vehicles. Motorcycles, too.

One particular SUV is waiting for us, having already been pulled into the lane and idling with its engine running. Sylus reaches it first, and instead of walking around to the back like I expect him too, he pulls open the passenger door and silently looks at me.

Seeing me hesitate, he smirks again. "Have you changed your mind?"

I shake my head and tell my legs to carry me over. "No, I just assumed Tim drove you to these kinds of things."

Tim, one of Onychinus' many chauffers, has driven me safely every day between work and home since my first night on the clock. He's a kind old man with two young granddaughters he adores, even has a picture of them hanging from the rearview mirror.

"Tim isn't my first choice when it comes to a getaway driver should the need for it arise." Sylus says as I climb into the passenger seat.

But it's what he doesn't say that reaches me, has a smile playing on my lips as he closes the door behind me and starts making his way around the hood of the SUV. To me, it sounds more like Sylus is more concerned about protecting the old man than he is about Tim's driving capabilities.

"I see you." The words fall from my lips in a whisper, barely audible even to myself in the empty interior.

A voice suddenly comes from the back. "See who?"

A scream rips from my throat. I launch forwards, almost smacking into the dashboard as I whip my head around to peer into the backseat. I'm met with four red slits for eyes and two long beaks tipped in red.

"Fuck." I breathe a curse, shoulders sagging in relief as I collapse back against the seat. I glare at the twins through the rearview mirror as Sylus settles into the driver's seat, at Kieran who's got his arm resting casually over the top of my seat, and Luke who's waving innocently. "Could you two be any more creepy?"

"Newb alert. Never assume a vehicle is empty when you get in." Luke scolds me in the tone a parent would use to discipline their child. "Boss, are you sure she's ready for this? Maybe we should wait a few more weeks."

Sylus scoffs and adjusts both the position of his seat and the steering wheel. "With you two acting as mother hens, I'm sure she'll be fine."

"She is sitting right here." I twist again to look back at the twins. "What's this about making me wait?"

Kieran tilts his head. "Oh, you didn't know? Ever since you started working for Onychinus, a lot of people you've talked to over the phone have been curious about you. Boss-"

"I thought the deal was that the two of you would be allowed to come along only if you were silent." Sylus glares at them through the mirror, though his glare is admittedly much more terrifying than mine.

The SUV finally starts moving as my gaze bounces from the twins to Sylus and back again. It takes a second to click, but when it does, I can't help but coo at the teenagers. "Aww, did you two ask to come along so you can look out for me? You're such sweethearts."

At the same time, Luke and Kieran groan. Typical teenage boys; they care about you without wanting you to know that they care about you.

The door separating the garage form outside world opens, and Sylus plants his foot on the gas. The SUV speeds onto the street, stealing me away from the safe haven of the base. Whether or not I'm truly ready to face whatever awaits us at the end of the drive, I'll guess I'll find out.

Three minutes ago, we reached the meeting location. It's a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of the city, close to the line that divides the N109 Zone from Linkon City. I can faintly see the millions of lights in the distance, can almost make out the rising buildings through the fog, but I can't appreciate the view right now. Not when my stomach is in my throat and nausea rolls over me in waves every twenty seconds.

"You're maniacs. All of you." I manage to get the words out through deep breaths. My head is resting against the seat's headrest, tilted towards the ceiling, eyes closed as I fight to keep it together. "Who allowed him to drive?"

Luke chuckles and takes my wrist, placing what feels like a plastic water bottle in my palm. "You don't need a license to drive in the N109 Zone, Little V."

Kieran is also hovering by the open passenger door. "If it'll make you feel better, we could drive on the way back?"

Just the thought is enough to make my nausea worse. "No. Absolutely not."

Unscrewing the water bottle's cap, I bring it to my lips and sip it slowly. After a few mouthfuls, I feel better enough to open my eyes. Thankfully, the world isn't spinning anymore.

"If I had known you were going to be carsick, I would have left you behind." Sylus' remark comes from outside, and he doesn't sound very sympathetic.

Eyes narrowing, I lean forward enough to catch sight of his figure and point a finger at him. "Listen here, boss man-" Luke and Kieran start cracking up. "I can ride in cars just fine. It's your driving that's the problem."

Looking unimpressed, he crosses his arms. "I got us here without crashing, didn't I? Why don't you humor me on what you consider a good driver to be?"

"A good driver," I slowly step out of the SUV, and thankfully, my balance is steady. "Drives at a respectable speed even when there's no speed limit."

He only smirks. "That was a respectable speed for the N109 Zone, kitten."

My head cocks back, and suddenly, I'm no longer being pulled apart by car sickness. "Kitten?"

Two nicknames in one day? Are we all going to perish today?

Sylus shrugs. "You're proving yourself to have claws. It's fitting."

"Kitten." I repeat in disbelief. "Not tiger? Jaguar? Nothing of that nature?"

His chuckle sends pleasant shivers down my spine. Damn him and his smooth voice, making everything sound lovely even when it's not meant to be. "You're not scary enough for that." In the blink of an eye, the playful air around him dies. "Let's go."

Sylus takes the lead, myself following a half step behind him while the twins cover our flank. We're met at the door by a trio of men dressed in black, and although there's no obvious sign that they're carrying firearms, I don't let that fool me. I can only imagine how much worse an already tense situation can get when guns are visible.

The men, Alfonse's men I assume, lead us through the warehouse. Despite how rough the exterior looks, it's nice on the inside. The walls are made of red brick, the floor concrete, nothing extravagant but well taken care of. The ceiling lights have been switched to a more modern style, casting circles of light to break up the shadows every couple paces. At the very end of the corridor stands a massive pair of wooden doors in the shape of an arch, two more men standing guard on either side.

Several people occupy the room, but only two sit around a large circular table made of wood. A rustic iron-wrought chandelier hangs above it, but instead of candles, modern day bulbs provide the light. The walls are bare of any decorations, nor are there any potted plants or statues in the corners. It's literally a massive room with a table, chairs, a chandelier and nothing more.

It's probably easier to clean up blood in this setting.

A middle-aged man with tan skin and grey hairs speckling his short brown beard rises from his seat. "Welcome, Mr. Sylus and- My, who is this?"

"Your smile is your greatest weapon."

Sylus' words echo in my head. Without having to try too hard, I put on my sunniest smile. It helps that I recognize this man's voice. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Alfonse. You look as wise as you sound over the phone."

Recognition shines in his eyes. "Ah, so this is the lovely Miss. Evie I've been so curious about. Shame on you, Sylus, for keeping such a beauty locked away."

Sylus smirks. "She's very efficient at her job. Forgive me for not wanting to pull her away sooner."

With a lighthearted chuckle, Alfonse turns to address the woman still seated at the table. She's gorgeous and curvy, curly blonde hair falling like a veil around her heart shaped face. She's dressed in a lavish brown suit that screams grace and power, the kind that leaves no room for question about whether or not she's capable of playing in the big leagues. "Mr. Sylus, allow me to introduce you to Miss. Natalia. Her business has been rapidly rising in the ranks when it comes to finding lost things that have been forgotten."

I did my research when I scheduled the meeting. Natalia's parents own a museum overseas, while Natalia herself manages a team of archeologists who travel the world and search for fossils, relics, anything of human history that's been buried in the sand. She's well respected in her field, and certainly not the kind of person you would expect to be making business talks with Onychinus.

"Mr. Sylus, a pleasure." Natalia's accent is smooth and soft. Her eyes drift to me for a moment, but that's as far as her acknowledgment goes. "Shall we begin?"

"Straight to the chase? I can respect that." Sylus says, pulling out one of the cushioned chairs.

"I'm a busy woman."

I expect Sylus to sit, but instead, he places a hand on my lower back and nudges me towards the chair. Cheeks warming a little, I whisper my thanks and sit down. He takes the empty chair next to mine. Luke and Kieran remain behind us but against the wall, just like Alfonse and Natalia's bodyguards do.

Alfonse is the last to sit, but the first to get the meeting going. "Now, then, let's talk. Miss. Natalia has reached out to Onychinus searching for aid in transporting a rare relic her team has uncovered. In turn, Mr. Sylus requested a meeting to negotiate the benefits of his participation. Miss. Natalia, would you like to begin?"

The cool, middle of the night air lifts an invisible weight from my shoulders as our little team finally leaves the warehouse. "Congratulations on another successful business venture, Sir. I hope you will be as kind to the archeology world as it will be to you."

After an hour and a half of negotiations, the deal was finally settled. Onychinus will help Natalia's team transport the relic they found safely and secretly, but for the next several years, Onychinus will have first claim to anything they dig up. It was a big demand, one I was sure Natalia would turn down. She did push back against the idea, but when Sylus didn't budge, she relented. Whatever it is her team found, she's desperate to have it protected.

I quicken my stride to catch up with Sylus. He's not that far ahead of me, but I want to see his face when I ask my question. "Of all the things to demand in return for your help, why do you want first claim of the artifacts?"

I could see someone wanting to take something so valuable and sell it on the black market, but Sylus is already filthy rich. I've worked for him long enough now to know that he isn't money hungry, so what's his motive here?

Sylus glances at me. "I don't."

Confused, I blink at him. "Huh?

Luke and Kieran leave us to check the SUV over for any signs of it being tampered with. When they give the clear, Sylus opens the passenger door and waits for me to get settled before taking the driver's side again.

He only continues the conversation when we're back on the road. This time, I notice, we're not racing as fast. "I could care less about what that woman's team pulls from the dirt. I was after power, and I got it."

"Power?" I think about it, really think about it. If the artifacts really mean nothing to him like he claims, then what power does he have in- "You wanted the power to take something, and her not being able to do anything about it."

Sylus spares me another glance. "There's more than one way to have power, kitten. Consider this today's lesson."

"Your smile is your greatest weapon."

Your smile is your greatest power.

My heart rams against my ribs like a jackhammer.

The SUV comes to an unexpected stop on the side of the road. I turn my head to look out the window. "This is a bar. Are we here for celebratory drinks, Sir?"

"If that's how you wish to see it." Sylus closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm developing a headache from all that back and forth."

I really don't think alcohol is the best fix for that, but I could be wrong. Sylus exists the SUV first, and I throw a look back at the twins, but they're engrossed in some mobile game on their phones. I decide to leave them be and slip out without a word.

The bar is a tiny, hole in the wall establishment that can hold maybe twenty people at a time. Sylus and I bring the current number of customers to seven. The interior is vintage, designed like something out of an old-school movie, but incredibly charming.

Sylus leads me to the bar, and with a hand on the small of my back, helps me onto a stool. "You're more of a gentleman than I've pegged you for."

He raises a brow as he slides into the stool next to mine. "Don't you read all those romance books about powerful men doting on a woman? Why is it so hard to believe that's only possible in fiction?"

"I'm not even going to ask how you've figured out what I read." I really hope he hasn't figured out how spicy those books can get.

The bartender walks over to us then. "Have you decided?"

"Bourbon." Is Sylus' request.

"Do you do cocktails?" I ask, to which the bartender nods. "I'll take a sex on the beach."

Sylus coughs, and now it's my turn to raise a brow. "What? It’s good. The drink, I mean. I've never had sex on a beach."

Shut up, Evie.

It might be a trick of the dim lighting, but I could swear Sylus' hand, which was curled in a relaxed fist, gets tighter. "You... Never mind."

Oh my god, is that pink I see dusting his cheeks? "Sir, are you flustered?"

Again, he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I should have left you in the car."

Giggling, I tilt my head innocently. "Do you regret hiring me yet?"

The bartender returns with our drinks, saving my boss from potentially more teasing. The first sip of my cocktail causes a blissful explosion of peach, orange and cranberry on my tongue, the almost smoothie-like texture pleasant against the roof of my mouth.

I notice Sylus watching me, the amber liquid in his glass moving as he swirls the drink. "What is it?"

He's silent for another minute. "Your home life. Has it improved since you started working for me?"

It's an unexpected question, much so that it catches me off guard. "It's getting there. My brothers still don't know the full extent of what I do, so I've been slowly adding to the family account. We're set to move in to a new apartment soon, though."

I'm such a hypocrite. Drew, Mateo and I are back on good terms, but just a few months ago I was lecturing them on keeping such big secrets that affected the entire family. Now, I'm the one withholding information. As far as my brothers are concerned, I'm an overnight nanny for a wealthy business man. The paychecks I get from Onychinus are way too large to fit that narrative, so I've been depositing them into my own account and adding smaller amounts to the family one each payday. Enough to keep us from having to worry about bills and groceries, but not enough for them to realize I could have afforded us a new apartment on my first pay.

I don't want to lie to my brothers, but I don't want them to get dragged into a mess, either. Sometimes, the less you know, the safer you are. It's how I lived before meeting Sylus, and it worked.

I'll tell them one day. I have to. I just... don't know how.

"I didn't realize you were worried about that." I say before taking another sip of my cocktail.

"You were desperate enough to put yourself in danger. I just want to make sure that's no longer the case."

"It's not, but thank you for asking." I smile around the straw. "And you called Luke and Kieran mother hens. I'm starting to think you're the biggest worrywart of all, Sir."

Sylus finishes the rest of his bourbon in one go. "The only thing I'm worried about coming home one day to find my base in shambles because of you and those two menaces."

A snort comes out of me before a giggle does. "I'll make sure it at least looks pretty, Sir."

Sylus doesn't rush me to finish my cocktail. We return to the base, I finish the rest of the night's work, and head home for the morning.

And the next night, when I enter my office, I find a fresh bouquet of white and yellow daffodils sitting in an intricate vase on my desk.

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lovehotelreservation · 1 year ago

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I Know He's Better Than Me - He Knows He's Better Than Me

Summary: The decision was straightforward. After graduating, you were going to marry your college sweetheart, Alfonse.

And yet, on a night meant to celebrate his accomplishments, you still find yourself straying to the side of someone you shouldn’t.

LÍf is Alfonse’s older brother after all.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Alfonse, Reader/LÍf

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Spring was here.

The chills of winter had come and passed, replaced now with afternoons full of warmth and sunshine as budding flowers began to bloom with the new season.

Fitting, as Alfonse was expected to formally announce his official appointment as a member of the family company’s executive board. At last, the time of inheritance of burdensome prestige had arrived.

And with graduation looming around the corner, it would certainly be a miracle for him to have the time to take you out on a proper date.

Still, rather than lament, there was time for levity. Tonight would celebrate his ascension to the company board with a lavish party at the family mansion, helmed by Henriette and Sharena.

Of course, you would be in attendance, as the glittering diamond ring on your left finger would affirm.

With the party set to begin in a couple hours, you were about ready to head down and join Sharena with greeting tonight’s guests. You were adorned in nothing short of your best glamor--whatever you had your eye on, Alfonse was eager to buy on your behalf, even if you insisted on paying for your items yourself. At this point, all you had to do was check yourself over to ensure that you were presented as flawlessly as possible.

Perfection.

An impossible burden for anyone to achieve, let alone your darling Alfonse. But as his lover, you would do all you could to help him shoulder the responsibility that he was primed to bear.

It didn’t matter if you would spend the next few hours checking over your appearance to an excruciating degree–you couldn’t bear the mere idea of disgracing your lover on such an important night. Thus, within the bedroom of your fiancé, you gazed right at your reflection on the mirror of his vanity, making sure that not a smudge or smear of make-up had gone unnoticed.

And then the doorknob that led into the room twisted and turned.

A familiar face emerged within the reflection of the mirror’s vanity.

“Oh, Alfonse…!”

A smile immediately tugged on your lips before you pressed them together to ensure an even coat of lipstick was applied. Turning your head towards him, you continued with a twinkle in your eyes, “...finished with preparing your speech?”

His expression was blank at first.

But as he heard you speak, his eyes closed for a moment.

Alfonse sighed.

A conflicted noise.

“Yeah, about that…”

For a moment, Alfonse’s hand lingered on the doorknob, just moments before he strode on ahead towards you, making sure to leave the door open just slightly ajar.

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Why did he even bother showing up here?

Líf sighed, taking a moment to roll up the sleeve of his black button-up shirt as he continued to meander along through the familiar surroundings of his childhood home, his inked arms revealed after once strategically covered upon entering through the mansion foyer. Though, the sight of astonished stares and nervous shifts from annoyingly wealthy rich faces he first received from other party guests made him wish that he tossed formality to the flames and just showed up in a muscle shirt and shorts–anything that would undoubtedly cause stifling rigid tradition to doubletake at his rebellion.

But if there was anything he refused to bear on this evening, it was attention.

That was all meant for his younger brother anyhow, especially since the only attention he cared to capture was yours alone.

And the last thing he wanted was for you to get caught up even further in the moronic politics of the family you would soon be officially a part of–even if the thought of that imminent day when Alfonse would be whisking you away in your wedding whites in matrimonial bliss clawed at his heart.

For now, he would savor every moment he could by your side, while you were still within reach, while your hand could still sneakily grasp onto his own before taking his brother’s for good.

Though he anticipated there wouldn’t be much of an opportunity for you to be alone together much, he still looked forward to seeing you.

As soon as he could find you at least.

While Líf continued onwards, he only had one destination in mind.

Alfonse’s bedroom.

While his reason for being here was mainly for you, he was originally tasked with finding his brother first by none other than Sharena. With Gustav soon set to make his toast in commemoration of his son’s grand ascension, this meant that finding the currently missing Alfonse was of absolute importance.

And Líf couldn’t exactly say no to Sharena literally pushing him on, pouting and huffing over how their brother could be late on such a momentous occasion.

An occasion that at once was originally meant for him, but one he vehemently refused.

And now his younger brother would get to bear the burden of an enforced familial legacy while also getting to marry the love of their lives.

At once a neutral smile, his lips curled down at the thought right as he–at last–finally approached the door that led to Alfonse’s bedroom.

One tatted hand reached to grab the doorknob when he suddenly heard an all-too familiar whine from within.

Líf immediately froze, his fingers tensing while his stoic expression broke as his eyes widened.

He’d recognize that precious little noise anywhere.

As that same sound repeated–this time breathier in timbre–his lips parted as he was about to call your name while he stepped forward, until the flash of a familiar shade of blue that was akin to his own hair caught his eye and his breath through the crack in the door.

And then he peered further inside, feeling his chest become hollow while his stomach twisted into a maligned knot before plummeting down to the pit of his very being.

He could see Alfonse and he could see you.

Together, with you seated, bouncing on his brother’s lap. Whatever niceties you had planned for the evening was all in utter disarray–your hair let loose, your lipstick smeared from messy kisses, your breasts spilling forth out the front of your dress after it was likely yanked down, your dress’s hem shoved up to reveal the sight of your core swiveling up and down the long length of his cock, your expression hot and red with flustered ecstasy.

All the while Alfonse continued to imprison you within his grasp, one hand guiding you up and down his dick as he continued to squeeze and fondle your breasts with the other hand, his lips leaving a trail of kisses and bites along your neck as a sure means to be an absolute pain to try covering up at the party. Though his expression was just as pleasured, there was a certain intensity to his demeanor–while his kind blue eyes continued to admire the sight of your body rolling against his, there was a furrow to his brow that made his behavior seem more calculating.

Líf would know. He was his older brother.

And such was why he wasn’t all that too surprised by what he heard next.

“Are you just going to stand there, Líf? Can’t you see that I’m trying to have a personal moment with my fiancé?”

Líf immediately darted his eyes on you and you alone through the door’s opening.

Horrified didn’t even begin to describe the look that immediately swept on your face. Your wide eyes, the sudden tensing of your body, the desperate flail of your arms to try and cover yourself

“A-Alfonse…please! Líf’s right there–!”

And yet, you continued to bounce helplessly away upon Alfonse’s cock–how could you not, what with the commanding grip he had on your hip.

Whereas he simply guided you through the rhythm, it was at your response that his teeth suddenly clenched tight together as his arms then wrapped around you from behind in a tight vice, locking you further in place against him as he began to pummel away into you with a surge of vicious fervor.

“So protecting his feelings is what you care for most?!” Alfonse exclaimed just moments before he buried his face in your neck, the stern look on his features breaking with the muffled sob he then let out. “You’re really choosing the man who’s been trying to steal you away from me?”

You gasped with a vehement shake of your head. “No, that’s not–!”

“I won’t stand for it!” Alfonse lifted his head right as he grasped your chin, turning your head so you were made to look right into his tearful eyes as he declared, “I’ll never stand for it! I love you more than anything else and I’ll prove it to you right here and now…!”

And as Alfonse slammed into you even harder, so did his bedroom door shut, shoved shut with such intense fury that the hinges groaned from tremendous strain.

Yet Líf’s fist remained firmly curled at his side as he stormed away.

Too many emotions swirled within him, a tempest of fury and anguish that he had done all he could to quell over the years but was quickly spilling forth.

This damned day, this damned family, this damned life–his brother could have it all and more.

Everything except you.

Selfish guilt be damned.

The next time he saw you, those condoms were going to be trashed.

You’ve always been so damn indecisive–as you continued to leave your choice up in the air, he would gladly and vengefully make it for you.

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