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Lies Dipped in Rococo

-pairing: hyunggu x reader, huitaek x reader

-genre: angst, smut, rococo au, the progress of love???

-words: 7k words

-warnings: a bit of yelling,

-a/n: This one was in the works for a while. I might release a part two... if it goes well, and maybe separate endings. I just wanted to put something out there. I'm still active I swear!!! Thank you all for support!! >>Masterlist

Rococo is an art style, a lifestyle. Organically shaped and covered in gold and pastel colors. Putting an innocent tone over paintings that aren’t so innocent, for tea rooms where women gossip. The high life of the French.

You sat in the tea room with the other ladies. You had on your best fake smile. You were the youngest out of all of them. Recently, you married the high priest. It was arranged, of course, but he was quite handsome. His name was Kang Hyunngu. Unlike your husband, you grew up in a noble lifestyle. He climbed his way to the top.

You hummed at one of the lady’s comments. You weren’t listening to what she was saying. You were staring at the panties around the room. One caught your eye, a picture of naked figures on the sea with putti above them.

“I see you like the painting I added to my collection.” She smiled at you. Her name was…. You could not seem to remember her first name. But her last name stuck out to you. You were still new to this group. Learning all of their names would take time.

“Ah yes, Mrs. Beaumont. What is the name of the painting?” You gained the attention of the ladies in the room. Most of them didn’t have an eye for art. You knew of some that would have their maids.

“The Triumph of Venus by Francious Boucher.” She let out a slight smile while sipping her tea. You nodded back to her and let the conversation move elsewhere.

The piece stuck with you throughout the day. It could be because of the erotic nature of the painting. She had planned a day to go to the academy to look at the new pieces. You took care of most of the finances in the relationship. It was the only task that you had that wasn’t mundane.

When you went to his office, he barely looked at you when the two of you were talking about taking over the finances. He replied with one word and pointed at the finance books. You didn’t know him too well at that time. He didn’t know you too well either.

You picked up the books and looked back at him. He hadn’t looked up from his papers to see you out. It seemed that he did not have even a bit of interest in you. You didn’t talk to him much after you left his office that day. The two of you had never sat down and had a proper conversation. With you, he was reserved and you were the same with him. Neither of you would open up.

You had been home since the meeting at the Beaumonts' place. You were going over the spending for the month, what was in savings, and what were the allowances. You were in your own office, like a hermit. Most days you wouldn’t dare to come out ‘til supper. There was no reason to stroll, but now you wanted to explore art galleries. You were looking down at the finance book, how much money should be put away for artwork? How much did it cost to be a patron?

You could send a letter to some ladies, but you know how judgemental they are. You could ask your head maid to do some digging on others. You were reading about the art world, trying to get as much information as possible.

You had been alone for a while when someone entered the room. You didn’t pay it too much attention at first until a shadow had loomed over you. You looked up to meet the eyes of your husband.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this late in my office?” You gave him a smile reaching out your hand. He took it and placed a small kiss. It was a flirty gesture you made at him, but a large smile reciprocated it.

“I hope you will be this public for our upcoming ball.” You raised your eyebrows at his words. Hyunggu wasn’t a social type of person.

“A ball? Us? We barely attend others, and you want me to host?” You added a bit of a playful tone in your voice even though the matter was serious. Your fake concern was seen, but not spoken on. Although it was true, you did not attend many balls when the two of you married. People didn’t see you and Hyunngy together outside in public often. This would be a first. “I was hoping for a change. I want to present our name as something grand. I am sure you can handle hosting”

You hummed for a bit. “I can handle hosting and planning, but can you handle all the aristocrats? They can be quite annoying.” No matter how much you wanted to add to a pet name, you held yourself back. He hadn’t gone that far with you, and you wouldn’t with him.

“I can’t wait to see how you pull it together. It is in a month. That should give you enough time.” He gave you one final smile before he left the room. He didn’t prolong the conversation, but you wanted him to. The conversation was a bit longer, and you thought you had kept the mood up. So why didn’t Hyunggu talk to you for just a little while longer? He seriously drove you crazy.

You were busy the rest of the week trying to design some theme for your home and party. You were still hung up on the artistic style of rococo and decided to go with that as a theme. It was a new and upcoming style. It would make the two of you seem more stylish than you gave off. And you had to budget the whole ball plus the gowns. To you– that was the most important part of the event. It would probably cost more than the catering and cake.

You knew one thing for certain, you were going to be locked inside your office for the rest of the day.

The ball rolled around, and you were exhausted from all the planning. You had your maids help her get ready, the dress, the makeup, the hair. There was a sense of pride when you walked downstairs and saw the array of flowers and colors of pastels. Some of the paintings that you ordered have come and were displayed.

Your husband walked up to you, “It looks amazing such as you do.” You smiled. You felt flattered.

“Thank you.”

You sat on a couch sipping tea while watching your husband converse with others. It was a big party with a large guest list. You thought that you were in over your head inviting people that were of a higher class than you. Especially this one noble family. Their son was best friends with the prince. You didn’t expect them to arrive, but it still was a way to get your name out there.

Your made rushed to you whispering in your ear that they had arrived. You jolted up, the excitement was too much. You followed the maid to where. You were too stunned to speak just follow. It felt like there was no possible way that this man could be in your house right now.

You walked up to him, still beaming with excitement. “Nice to meet you, Mr Lee. Thank you for coming to my event tonight.” When you looked up at him you could feel your heart beating faster. He had a sweet puppy-like face and was too handsome. Now you were glad he came to your event.

“Now that I’ve met you, I can say that I’ve come for a good cause.” He reached out his hand to your own slowly bending down to kiss it without making eye contact. There was heat in your cheeks. “Why don’t you show me around your lovely home?” There was a look in his eye, something of interest.

You showed him around your house, ending up in your private library on a couch. The two of you were laughing. You had to say, he got some good conversation out of you. The more you two drank, the more handsy Hui had gotten. His hands hovering above your own and his eyes rarely broke contact with your own. You sucked in a breath before you took another sip of champagne. It had already been late when Hui arrived at the party, heavens knows what time it is now.

The two of you were still in deep conversation when your maid slipped into the room looking a bit nervous. She tapped you on the shoulder. “Erm… I just wanted to (warn) tell you that your husband has been looking for you and is headed to the library. Most of the guests have left by now.”

You brushed it off waving your hand in the air, “It’s probably about the clean-up and what to do next.” You had a smile on your face with a pink tint on your cheeks. It was Hyunggu and he didn’t talk much to you. He only spoke business because, technically, you were part of his business image.

“Oh dear, does that mean I have to part ways with you already? I thought we were just getting started,” Hui added as he snuck his hand under your own and laid a kiss upon it once more. He had an enamored look in his eyes now like he got a taste of what he was looking for.

The made to you two was once again a ghost, and nothing else existed but the sound of your voices and the heat between your bodies. The only thing that would break the trance would be two hands on your shoulders. Surprised, you looked behind you to find Hyunggu. “Oh, Dear! You have to meet my new friend. He says my home is lovely and–”

“I'm sure our home is lovely, you designed it after all, but shouldn’t I be the one to talk business with the man, I am the husband.” He didn’t leave much room for you to respond, tightening his grip on your shoulders. You spoke no more.

“Ah, we should soon. Let’s make a date where I can come over again.” Hui had a smug look that anyone could mistake for liquor. But the way that Hui made a quick glance at you, made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re right. Tonight has already gone too far. I’ll walk you to the door.” Hui stood up and you watched him. Hyunggu had finally lifted his harsh grip from your shoulders. You stood up as well, but the men were already half out of the door. Hui looked back at you and gave you a wink with a soft smile.

You had returned to your room undressing, bathing, dressing, and slipping into bed with a book. Hui gave you a recommendation from your library, and you promised to read it. You had walked around the library with Hui before sitting down and talking. Hui was an observer, the way he watched you talk, and the way he examined the room. While the two of you walked around the book collection, he suddenly pulled out a book and gave it to you. You smiled to yourself holding the book to your chest. There was a knock at your door that interrupted your flashback– or shall I say daydream. “Come in.” You said in a soft voice to the person on the other side of the door.

Hyunggu opened it, only now you were able to see his eyes. Angry, almost, but for a reason that you don’t know. You only turned to him to see who walked into your room, then turned back to your book.

Your husband bored you and to you, whatever he was going to say would not make it any better, so you went back to your book. You heard him sigh, maybe it was the stress from hosting such a huge party. You flipped the page.

“Do you have any shame?” Hyunggu said in a slightly irritated voice. It was clear he was trying to hold himself back, but the venom slipped through the cracks.

“What?” You said now putting your book aside. You looked directly at him.

“You disappear for half of the night into some secluded room, and you don’t think people will talk. Especially with that man’s ties with the prince?!” There was urgency in Hyunggu’s voice. He ran his hands through his hair. He was still angry, now you looked at him, analyzing him. He hadn’t changed from his attire from the part. He looked like he had been sweaty. You were sure it had been some time since Hyunggu walked Hui out the front door. So what had he been doing since then?

Either way, he was coming for you, almost accusing you of adultery. Sure, you didn’t like Hyunggu as a husband, but you did have some respect for the man. “So this is about image? Because if it is–”

“It’s not about image it’s about the fact that my WIFE was gone half of the night and I didn’t even have an answer as to where you were. God, I had to ask your maid for an idea. The event went well if people weren’t asking for your appearance half of the damn time.”

“You don’t like me by your side if you mind me reminding you.”

“And when I did seem to find you when everyone else was gone, you were with a man. A man? What do you think about how he thinks of me now? So oblivious that I can allow my wife to slip away? “ He didn’t even hear your statement. He was ignoring you just blabbering on and then he got to the part about Hui’s glances. “He was looking you up and down undressing you with his eyes. In my house! He was thinking of undressing YOU. IN. MY. HOUSE.”

“Have you been drinking, Hyunggu?” You said without giving too much thought to what was coming out of your mouth. You were starting to become concerned.

“THATS NOT IMPORTANT.” Hyunggu was pacing around the room now. He was in over his head angry. A part of you was scared. This normally quiet man of your husband was now yelling in your bedroom.

“I think you need to calm down.” You said with a little more urge in your voice. You were ready for him to leave and didn't know how to calm Hyunggu down. He was still walking back and forth when you got up from your bed walking toward him. You cupped his face, “You need to calm down.” You spoke softly to him, looking into his eyes. “Okay?” He looked back in yours before he ripped his face out of your grasp, and stormed out of the room slamming the doors.

You didn’t sleep that night, the book acted as a source of comfort.

You had been avoiding meeting hyunggu ever since the incident in your room. Dinner was the only time that you couldn’t escape from him. Neither of you had spoken either. You avoided eye contact from him, or read your book at the dinner table.

You awaited Hui’s return, but perhaps he did not mean it when he said he would visit again. You spent your time in your drawing room, embroidering, reading, painting, and anything to pass the time. Going on strolls in the garden behind your house was your new favorite pastime. It felt more and more empty with every day, and you asked for more flowers and asked for more statues. You needed something more than an empty garden.

You searched for some type of fulfillment for your boredom. You frequented as many teas and balls as you could in hopes of running into Hui again. Especially at balls, since you had met him on your own. It was a new move trying to go to all of the events of the social season since you weren’t that high of a noble. You needed the connections, so you had the ball in the first place, but you didn’t see much of a chance moving up in the ranks.

You did get the attention of many of the lady’s husbands, which got you somewhere in mentioning your husband. Even though you were not interested in Hyunggu as much, you still had to stick by him. Who else was going to support your endeavors in art? You could think of one person but still could not find him anywhere.

You were getting ready for another ball you frequented with or without your husband. Sometimes Hyunggu would “tag along” for the connections that were there. This ball in particular, Hyunggu did not fancy it at all. You didn’t hear anything from the staff about him getting ready or wanting to go.

You left your estate feeling free since there wouldn’t be someone’s (hyunggu’s) eyes on you all night. You walked into the ball, the lights were dim creating a sense of ambiance. You wandered about most of the ball. You weren’t much of a dancer, but more of a socialite.

You were laughing with one of the ladies you usually have tea with when someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned yourself around and met Hui’s eyes. You curtsied to him, and he took your hand again to kiss it. His lips left a small fire burning on your hand for the rest of the night. “I have not seen you in so long.” You smiled up at him. You wanted to say that you missed him, but it felt like too much.

“I am not an easy man to come across.” He had a sly look on his face as if he had won something. He held onto your hand escorting you somewhere more quiet, like before. You could tell he liked his privacy.

“I can tell, you never called when you say you would.” You remarked in a slightly pouty tone. You would not give him too much, not yet at least. “At this point, you are just... teasing” You looked up into his eyes looking for something, and was met with a soft smile.

“I did not think even if I were to call, that your husband would accept it. I am glad you felt the same way I have.” His hands lingered on yours, holding them. The two of you were outside in the garden. The sky was clear and full of stars.

“What feeling do we share?” You asked inching towards him. The moonlight only made him look more dreamy.

“The feeling of something igniting every time your skin touched. The passion.” His hands holding your upper arm. “That is why you were looking for me again, is it not?”

“You looked down at your own hands, “That is why. I do miss your company and our conversation. Which is why I wish you could visit me in my garden. It is empty, almost like my house. Like my heart when you are not next to me.”

He tucked a hair behind your ear as an excuse to hold your face. “Then I will meet you in that garden.” He leaned in to kiss you, and it was soft. You leaned more into him grabbing him by his waist, and he grabbed you by yours in return. You smiled into the kiss, as he ran his hands up into your hair.

He pushed you up against the wall, as the two of you became breathless. His hands were still in your hair tugging at it making the kiss deeper. He pulled away after a few moments trying to catch his breath. “We both can’t continue this here nor today.” Hui was looking down at the ground. His hands were on his hips as he thought of a solution to both of your dilemmas. “I shall have to visit your garden sometime…” Hui said, looking at you with a smile.

“We should get back to the ball now before we are missed.” You replied and linked your arm with his. The two of you walked back to the ball to enjoy the rest of your night dancing and talking with Hui. You enjoyed his company more than Hyunggu’s. You felt like you had known Hui for an entire lifetime.

You spent more and more time in the garden. New flowers were blossoming, and your statues came in. There was one you put on a pedestal– an angel. He looked like he was sitting and had a finger in front of his mouth hushing. Two other statues sat on the ground. They were angels, one hugging the other. You smiled to yourself proud of the way you had decorated the garden, but it was missing something. The trees around your garden looked overgrown. The biggest tree had a branch that seemed to curl into itself. You couldn’t put to your mind what you were missing just yet. You walked around more of your garden seeing where else you could put statues. You had a thing for putti, the little devious angles that were found everywhere. It was too cute and fitting for Hyunggu’s job.

You smiled to yourself looking over at your garden one last time. You turned to head back to your estate when your maid ran to you with a letter in her hand. “A.. Letter… from Marquis Lee.” As soon as those words left her mouth you beamed and ran to her to retrieve the letter. Your two dogs barked in the back of her. One was a brown and white cocker spaniel who was perfectly groomed and a Coton de Tulear, who was more energetic. Coco, who was the white puppy, and Ava, who was the brown and white puppy both ran up to you before you could get your hands on the letter. You giggled playing with the puppies, for a moment before making sure to take the letter and shove it into a pocket of your dress for safekeeping. You continued to run around the garden playing fetch with the puppies.

You had been out there for somewhat of an hour when you felt someone’s eyes on you. You turned around to see Hyunngu leaning on a pole of your veranda. He had a soft smile for a moment before he got caught. He made his way towards you, and you called the dogs to your side as you walked to meet up with him. “Did you need my presence?” You said as you curtseyed a little at him.

“No, but you can say it was missed. You are usually inside.” Hyunggu said as he looked around at your backyard. It had changed since the last time he had been back here. It bloomed with your taste and creativity. He allowed himself to smile, admiring what you did to the place. “I think I know what your garden is missing… I shall order it and have it installed.”

“I already have more statues on the way,” you said. You guessed earlier that the garden missed more statues. Your garden needed a story of itself to tell, and to you, statues would fix that.

Hyunggu chuckled a little, “No not that. Something else. Exotic, but I think you will enjoy it.” He nodded to himself before looking down at the two pups following you. “Seems that you liked my wedding gifts as well.” He felt proud of himself with that one.

“I have grown attached to them, yes.” You answered Hyunngu bending down to ruffle Coco’s soft white furr. Dogs were often a gift in marriage as a symbol of loyalty. Given to a woman for the expectation of her loyalty. You knew that and so did he. Coco and Ava were a symbol of what you were meant to be as a woman. Sometimes you loved them but hated them for the reason they were here. “I shall see you at dinner,” you said with a smile and a curtsey to excuse yourself. Once again, you called the dogs after you while heading inside. It was time to read your letter.

And write a new one you would send in secret.

You almost fell asleep at your desk with all of the drafts you had written to Hui. You wanted to sound smart and eloquent, but you could not seem to get the right tone down. You groaned in frustration, throwing yourself back in your chair. His words were so sweet and rolled off the page like melting wax with a cherry scent. How could you ever match up with that? How could you make him feel like he’d be melting off of a small piece of paper?

In the back of the garden, there lies a pathway leading to a woman with her angel of a child. Next to her is a pedestal of our own, where our love can grow taller than any tree in my garden. We will make the flora around us bloom continuously.

At the end, you signed your name. You wished to meet him there in that spot, on that same pedestal. You wished to steal another kiss from his soft lips and feel the way he held you. You found yourself with your hands in your hair, soothing it and slightly tugging on it just the way he did. Your hands trailed to your lips, brushing your fingers across them softly. A smile fell upon your lips reminiscing the one kiss you shared with him, that made every fiber of your body burn even a couple of days after. You leaned back in your chair sighing from the satisfaction of your daydream. You stayed like that for moments upon a time, just thinking how it would be if Hui could have courted you. When you were satisfied with the tiny scenarios you opened your eyes. You still needed to seal the letter that sat on your desk. You melted the wax and bored it onto the folded paper before you pressed the wax seal on it. It was your old one– before you were associated with Hyunggu. It was personal and just… you. Just you and him.

You hid the letter you had written for Hui in between a textbook, for safekeeping. The one he wrote you needed a special place in your room. You could go shopping the next day for boxes, but for now, the best place to keep the letter would be close to you. You crawled into bed, taking the letter with you, sliding into the covers, and sliding the letter under your pillow.

You sat at the dining table dressed up ready to go get some more writing supplies along with a box for yourself. Something about it just made you feel so giddy about the idea of getting to exchange letters with Hui back and forth. Even though you prefer to speak to him face-to-face letters would have to do. You wouldn’t want Hyunngu to become as frustrated as he was the night of the ball. Nor would Hyunggu ever let Hui set foot on his property. Letters were still personal, but not as intimate.

Hyunggu had been acting differently since the night he came into your room. He had been softer in a way, and trying to connect with you more. He would try and match up the time the two of you had meals, he would try to meet you in the library acting as if he needed a book, and the way he came in the garden the day before. The gift he mentioned, you wondered why he would possibly want to get you a gift and what even was the gift. Hyunggu was still three-quarters of a mystery to you. You broke fast talking with your maid about what stores you wanted to visit, and if there was anything new that you had not seen before.

Hyunggu walked into the room, and you quieted down in front of him. You looked up to see him smiling so early in the morning. He walked up to you to where you were sitting, “I am going to have something being installed today. You are going to be out today, correct?”

You nodded at him replying, “I am.” You took another bite of your food to postpone talking to him. Hyunggu stared down at you a small smile still on his lips. You looked up at him, there was something more that he wanted to say to you or wanted to do. You noticed the way his fingers twitched at the side of him. “So I suppose you better have it installed before I come home. So I should take my time out today.”

You hadn’t checked the garden to see what was installed when you came home, not when you received another letter so fast. The rest of the afternoon was sent in your room drafting yet another letter. The day had gone by so fast that by the time you looked outside your window, it was already late at night and there was no use to go outside. Hui had mentioned how he would come by soon to that pedestal and how your love story would grow.

There was a knock at your door in the middle of the night. You had called your maid to come retrieve the letter and have it sent off as soon as possible. Hyunggu peered his head through the door before a sound could come out of your mouth. You coughed a bit slipping the letter under other documents and books. You plastered a fake smile on your face sitting with your legs crossed. You were leaning against your desk wearing only a nightgown. Hyunggu let himself in your room, “You never visited the garden today… Did you catch something while you were out in town?” His head tilted to the side as he walked closer towards you. “You did not eat dinner either. I was worried about you.” Hyunggu’s hand fell upon your cheek and traveled to your chin lifting it.

You cleared your throat once more. “I apologize, when I came home I was feeling too well. I retreated to my room for some rest. I hope you were not offended.” Hyunggu smiled. His hand left your chin and went up to your forehead. His other hand went up to his.

“You do feel a bit warm. Shall I call our physician?” You shook your head slightly. You could not be more of a bother to him, nor did you seek his attention. You used to try everything to get him to look at you. You had suspected that this had something to do with Hui. Ever since Hyunggu found you in the library smiling, laughing, and talking with Hui, something inside Hyunggu flipped. Hyunggu visiting you in the middle of the night is rare. He did visit you a few times on the topic of financial matters, but nothing more than business. “Alright,” He replied letting his hands fall to his side. “But you should rest nonetheless, so you can feel better in the morning. I will be there to break your fast with you as well.” Hyunggu leaned in to kiss your temple before leaving your room.

You felt stunned by the sudden affection from your husband. You touched the place he kissed on your forehead. You bit your lip and called in your maid to give her the letter. Your sentences were short, telling her to send the letter out and that you would spend the entire day outside tomorrow. When she left you could barely fall asleep drumming your fingers in your chest. Your head played back to the kiss on your forehead from Hyunggu, then to the kiss you shared with Hui in the garden.

The next morning felt brighter than the rest. You would find a surprise in the garden, and hopefully have a surprise visit from your so-called lover. The day was quiet and bright with a subtle breeze flowing through an open window. You had eaten with Hyunggu earlier that morning, and you could still not get over how he smiled at you. He held your hand and walked you to the garden that bright morning.

He showed you the swing, tied by a thick rope into the three. It was gold with a velvet seat. It almost looked like a throne he got only for you. Hyunggu had lifted you from your waist to sit you in the swing. He held his hands in yours gripping the rope and pulling you back on the swing. He pushed the two of you forward. It felt like a moment that could be frozen and displayed for eternity. The way you flew through the air was a different type of magic. The sound of his laughter rang in your ears. He sounded so pure, so childlike. It was different from the way you knew him before. Everything had changed so fast in such little time. You two stayed in that moment that could have been taken out of a fairytale before a butler called him into the house to work on some matters. He caught the swing to slow it down so you could get off. He helped you off, holding your hand and giving it a peck before bidding you adieu.

A pinch of guilt was felt in your stomach, the feeling that you betrayed Hyunggu. Even though your vows weren’t genuine, they still existed. You strolled through the garden, fingertips grazing the blooming petals around you. The way Hyunggu kissed you by your hand, took you aback to the way Hui kissed your hand. And soon enough, you were thinking of the way he kissed your lips. Flashes of scenes of the past two to three weeks ran through your mind. You sat and thought on a ledge of a wall. You closed your eyes to feel the breeze and the way the sun made parts of your skin tingle and warm. The sun felt like there was a second embrace hugging you and comforting you through your thoughts. The warmth helped with the loneliness that you felt, till the warmth was gone and you were cast in a shadow.

You opened your eyes slowly, slightly afraid of what your eyes would meet as soon as they were introduced to the outside world. Hui whispered softly, “I know this wasn’t the place we were supposed to meet, but I hope you don’t mind.” You smiled and scooted over patting a seat for Hui to sit.

“I don’t mind at all. I am grateful you saved me from loneliness on this beautiful day.” You laid your head on his shoulder, your smile growing by the seconds. The two of you were deep in the garden of your estate, hidden by the numerous flowers around you. The sweet aroma of the flora filled the two of you with romance. Hui had an arm around you, and his other holding your hand. “I read the book you recommended to me.” You said in a soft whisper.

“Do you think I have good taste?” The arm over your shoulder drew circles on your forearm. The two of you were looking ahead as if there was nowhere else to look, nothing else to do, and nothing more to say.

“I think we both know the answer to that question”. You laughed a little, letting your eyes crease, relaxing and acting naturally with Hui. You turned your head to look at him and gave him a small peck on his cheek. The creases on the corner of his eyes soon mirrored your own. He leaned down trying to give you a proper kiss. Being playful, you quickly switched out your lips for a flower before running off. You threw the flower to the side once Hui realized what was touching his lips. You were on your feet, running around the garden while Hui sprung off of his seat behind you to chase you. The sounds of your giggles filled the air as Hui continued to catch up with you. He tackled you into a patch of grass, he nuzzled into your neck starting to peck you. Hui attacked you with kisses all over your face and neck while you squealed trying to escape him.

The rest of the day went by quickly with mostly chatting, soft touches, and short kisses. It was a fever dream, an idea that you could escape your marriage in your magical garden. You had dinner with Hyunggu that night barely looking up to meet his face. There was guilt that beat the smile off of your face. You stared down at your food, watching it slowly get cold. You also couldn’t bring yourself to hold the fork to your mouth, not in his presence. “Was there something I did that was wrong today? I’m sorry that I could not stay outside with you. And because of that interruption, I have some news for you. I will have to leave the estate for some business out of state for a while– I shouldn’t be too long. Three weeks to a month.” You looked at him blankly, not knowing what to say. “I know this is a lot and sudden.”

There was nothing you could think to say to him. Guilt began to fill your mouth, trying to force its way out. “It is, I hope it goes well.” A nice quick reply would do for now. You didn’t mind him being gone when he was barely there initially. Only just recently did he start making an appearance in your life. Still, Hyunggu had the title of your husband, and that was enough to make you feel a bit of guilt.

By the next day, Hyunngu was packed up and gone from the estate. You made the most of the time having the place to yourself. More talks in the garden lead to talks in the library and many things behind closed doors. Carelessness filled your head as you let Hui inside your room, for a break from the sun. Really, it was so that you wouldn’t sweat under the layers of clothing when he touched you. You could be free from worry, and clothing. Hui held your face kissing you with passion he had not shown you before. He had nothing to hide anymore, not his passion for you. You held his shoulders for support as he kissed down to your neck trying to pry open your bodice. You helped him take off your dress, smiling and giggling with him. Hui took care of himself as you got comfortable on the bed. Who knew sex could be so fun when you add a bit of passion and the joy of eating the forbidden fruit? Hui’s lips were on you in an instant, his hand on your thigh soothing it. He made room for himself in between your legs, while his kisses trailed down your body. He worshiped you, every inch of your skin was left on fire after his kisses. When his face reached your heat he looked up at you. Hui’s eyes were glistening by the candlelight. “May I, my dear?”, he asked licking his lips.

“You may,” was all you needed to say before his lips were attached to your clit lapping and kissing like he wasn’t going to be able to do this again. His hands squeezed at your thighs, to keep you from closing in on him. His breath was hot against your cunt, as he gasped for air. You moaned as you felt his tongue enter you. You grasped his hair, whimpering as he sped up this pace. You were so close to your release, holding onto your sheets for dear life as your legs shook. You came with a screech, closing your legs around Hui’s head. He continued to lap up your cum, rubbing his thumb on your inner thigh. Your breathing was heavy as you ran your hand through your hair.

Hui detached himself from you, only to kiss you. He was murmuring something you couldn’t hear. You could feel Hui’s hard against your thigh. You helped guide him towards your entrance, needy for what more pleasure he would bring you. He pushed in with a deep kiss on your lips. He was slow at first so you could get used to him. He pulled back to look at you, and you stared at him with all of your combined beauty. You pulled him into a kiss with such passion urging him to quicken his pace. Hui bit at your lip pulling it while he quickened his pace. You could feel him drawing near as he began to let out moans of pleasure. You kissed his neck biting it and sucking at it trying to draw him closer. Hui came with a shaky moan, falling on top of you and leaving small kisses. The rest of the afternoon was a blur.

You had been so caught up in your new love affair, that Hyunggu was coming home sooner than expected. The house seemed buzzing, with gossip about the past week and preparations. You tried to control as much of the gossip as you could. It was bad that you only felt guilty after the fact that you had done something. Your maid had come with a letter from Hui, and you rushed to put it in a chest that you kept. This whole ordeal made you nervous, even though you had put yourself in a hole. You barely loved Hyunggu, so what was this sinking feeling in your chest? You waited in your room for Hyunggu to arrive home. You cross-stitched until there was a knock at your bedroom door. You opened it to see Hui smiling back at you looking a bit frantic. You hadn’t read the letter he sent you earlier. Moments later you heard the commotion of unpacking in the house.

#pentagon #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #pentagon imagines #pentagon scenarios #kang hyunggu #hyunggu #kino imagines #kino #pentagon smut #hui x reader #hui pentagon #cynicalwoo

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pentagonieslut · 2 years

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down on me m.list

part one:

part two:

part three:

part four:

[will add when ready.]

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ryxmix · 2 days

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HUI SHI SFW AND/OR NSFW HCS PLS IM STARVING I LOVE DRAGON CHARACTERS (I love Dan Heng especially his IL form it isn’t surprising for me 😭)

HUI SHI ; WHAT IS IT LIKE ?

pairings ; hui shi x gn!reader

warnings ; vvv soft fluff and smexy times (khehehe), nsfw and sfw headcanons, he's very soft, y'all aren't married yet but might as well be fr, double ds...

a/n ; HUI SHI WAS MY FIRST MANNNN, unfortunately bugbear has my heart BUT MY BEAUTIFUL DRAGON (maybe that's where the dan heng obsession came from...)

oh the prettiest boy, the bestest sweetest troublemaker in the world. the softest most ethereal man and yet your still probably RUNNING FROM PEOPLE EVERY DAMN TIME YOU MEET HIM IN THE HALLWAYS.

it's always the pretty ones fr...

pushing that aside...he's the MOST polite sweetest pretty boy around everyone but you KNOW he's shit talking people behind their back with you every. single. time.

he's not only a BOYFRIEND. he's a best friend. he's girlypop fr but only for his sweetest bestest s/o ever because he's amazing.

people probably won't have any idea you're together unless they really observe. you're his FIRST close friend, and that's fine that's cool, but people still think you're JUST friends...

until they notice the way he looks at you. completely focused, not interrupting not arguing, smiling. not arguing?? hui shi?? no QUESTIONS?? they don't need to see the constant hand holding and the clothes exchanging and messy clothes when you enter shared classes (oo lala, hon hon hon *french*) to know that you're dating or AT LEAST that he's enamoured with you.

our man is an over-thinker, so all though he's very open around you, he's very hesitant at first in the relationship. doesn't know when to touch, what to say, how to really show that he really really likes you.

you'll have to take initiative at first, be very verbal and very slow with the heading into the romantic affection, but when you get to the comfortable point HE WILL SMOTHER YOU WITH LOVE.

not a big fan of pda, but he's very content on giving you love at home. because of the excess of cutesy dates he takes you on, people are quick to assume that he's more of an acts of service person than physical touch, BUT HE'S THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS 💪💪💪

he gets into trouble with certain people because he's a little bit of an interrogator, so he'll come into your dorm room with the most beautiful smile on his face, flowers in hand, pressing chaste kisses to your lips and go, "Please hide me, my dearly beloved."

Get your mans fr.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

bro has the ddd (double dragon dicks)

YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO WRITE ABOUT A DRAGON MAN AND NOT GIVE HIM THE DOUBLE DS?? nah you don't know me fr

I wouldn't say he's like big big, more on the above-average size. Like maybe 5.5 inches when not hard and 6 when it is?? That is MORE than enough so you are set.

I'd say the second one is a lil bigger than by like .2 .3, barely noticeable but it's there.

does not DARE put both in ever, one already has him panting and two is just going to hurt 😔

he will go feral and let out the cutest softest whines ever if you help him out with d no. 2

very much a soft service dom!!! you are priority no. 1!!

i'd say he might have a blind fold kink. because of the vibes.

he makes love and makes love ALONE

also don't think he has the biggest libido nor is ready to go the pound town every day. more of a healthy amount, like maybe once or twice a week, less during exam times.

he will always make sure to ask whether you're still doing well during sex, always stopping to press kisses to your neck

his horns are a lil sensitive, so kiss them or brush your fingers against them is fine, but he is NOT comfortable with holding them tight for support. once or twice is okay!!

he is a hand holder do i need to explain?

very teasing but in the sweetest way, will make the both of you laugh during prep and aftercare because he's the man!!!

aftercare is just talking nice relaxing showers and then taking a nap. it's the best thing ever (bubble baths)

idk what to say man he's just...the sweetest.

(i am not the biggest hui shi girlie so i'm sorry if it wasn't up to your taste!!! now bring siri + eleni, luca, OR MY BBG BESTEST BOY EVIL PSYCHOPATH BOOGEYMAN BUGBEAR and I think I'll be able to them better)

©ryxmix

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onlymingyus · 2 years

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hi mars what if u think about jeonghan and morning sex. like waking up while its still dark out and having the deep sleepy voices and then finally u drag yourselves out of bed and into the shower to have a slightly more coherent and awake round 2 where he presses you against the stone tile wall and pins ur wrists behind ur back and fucks you so hard until the only thing keeping u from falling down is his arms around you

Why are you the way you are?

(afab reader)

Even by the time you and Jeonghan had made it to the shower, his kisses were still sleepy. His lips working along your shoulders, a small laugh escaping his lips when your legs wobble from becoming aroused again already.

"You want me."

Rolling your eyes, you glance over your shoulder at Jeonghan to meet his eyes, the water running down from his hair to his cheeks finally to his lips where he licks it away. "I've had you this morning, or did you forget just an hour ago. Besides, you are the one who is hard against my ass, not the other way around."

Jeonghan laughs again, his hand sliding over your stomach while his other moves to grab your wrist pulling it behind your back making you sigh out a faux annoyed sound. His roaming hand slides between your legs finding you wet, sticky with arousal. "Poor horny, baby, I can take care of you again."

You weren't going to tell him no, especially not when his finger worked in a circle around your clit only making the urge to grind your hips back against his needy cock even stronger. Jeonghan groans to your actions, his hand moving from between your legs to collect your other hand putting it with your other trapped in his circled fingers.

When he slides his cock into you so easily, his name slips from your lips like a song. Jeonghan's free arm wraps around you to keep you close to him and to keep you from slipping as he doesn't hold back letting his hips collide with yours almost angrily.

"Fuck...the second time is even better angel."

Hard Hours is closed.

#mars.answers #anon #jeonghan smut #seventeen smut #jeonghan thots #june 💒#june sugarplum hui #you demon #kpop hard hours #hard hours closed

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tyunniez · 9 months

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sugar

oc x bttm m reader // smut

" my, look at you~ " your eyes flickered up to gaze into ji woon's eyes. " xin hui made a real mess of you, huh? " the teasing tone in his voice made your tip stickier than it already was.

seeing you tied up, a vibrator shoved up your ass with your own underwear stuffed inside your mouth was certainly a sight to see.

he slowly approached you while loosening up his tie, a hungry look in his eyes.

a low moan escaped your mouth as he dragged his finger down your exposed cock, making sure to run his finger nice and slow to feel all the veins around it.

" i wonder how many times have you cum, yn? by the looks of it not that much hm.. " what he said was indeed true.

xin hui being the fucking sadist he is decided not to let you cum even once, ripping away that sweet sweet release as soon as you were nearing it.

" poor baby, don't worry i'll help you, okay? " ji woon grinned while slowly stroking your cock. a choked grunt muffled from your mouth, tears brimming your eyes as you could feel your release soon.

" ah-ah, not now though. let's see how long you could last, sugar. " ji woon ripped his hand away from your aching cock, a look of betrayal clear in your eye. since when did this bastard become a sadist too?!

ji woon ran his hand all over your thigh, purposely caressing your inner thigh to get a reaction out of you. meanwhile, his other hand toyed around with your hard nipple, mouthing and sucking on the other one.

" mmh yn.. come on, cum already... " he whined while sucking on your adam's apple. his hand that was roaming your thigh now held onto the vibrator, pushing it in and out of you slowly.

this caused your pupils to go wide. a loud muffled moan flew past your mouth as you tried to close your legs, which failed knowing that ji woon was literally between them.

he started slowly, dragging the silicone toy in and out of you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you try to process the amount of stimulation you are receiving.

ji woon however got impatient and immediately sped up with no warning whatsoever, shoving the toy inside your abused hole before pulling it out only to shove it back in again.

strings of moans and whines muffled in your mouth as you try to beg ji woon to slow down. he on the other hand only sped up, seemingly desperate to see you cum untouched.

you feel the coil in your stomach about to break as your thigh began shaking. " that's right, cum for me yeah? " ji woon whispered into your ear, trailing kisses down to your chest.

you shut your eyes as your cum shot out of your cock, loads after loads coming out seeing as if there was no end to it. you bucked your hip as a way to ride out your high, the orgasm itself so intense causing tears to come streaming down.

" look at you, cumming untouched. how cute~ " he teased while lapping up some of the cum that landed on your stomach which led to him sucking the one on your cock.

the sheer overstimulation made you almost pass out but not before a harsh slap to your thigh woke you up.

" hey now, we're not done yet! "

this is absolutely filthy my gawd. btw the two oc (ji woon n xin hui) are actually from a fic i made a long time ago. should i post it here lolz?

#tyunniez 🕷#tyunniez asks 💌#x male reader #bottom male reader #bttm male reader #male reader #uke male reader #male x male smut #amab reader

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secret-sweetheart · 3 months

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How easily can you top him?

The fandoms for this: Bungo stray dogs, Saint spells love guide, Honkai star rail

Notes: I’m a minor writing smut, if you aren’t comfy with that then just scroll, I don’t care what you have to say just scroll or block because I’ll keep writing even if you don’t want me to.

I didn’t put every single Saint spells character cuz I didn’t do every route (and for HSR I just don’t care for some of the guys and I hate that gay looking bitch Luocha he’s always showing up in my month for slideshows LIKE GET OUT OF HERE YOU FUCKING ZEST FEST YOU MAKE ME HOMOPHOBIC YOU ANNOYING ASS PIECE OF SHIT)

Edit: thx ppl in the comments for reminding me who Ango is, it’s been edited :3

This took me forever BUT NOW I CAN FINALLY DIE

Go ahead, he likes being topped (or he’s usually the bottom anyways)

Okay these guys looove when you’re on top, they get so excited at the site of you on top of them that they can barely hold back their noise when you’re moving, they’ll even start whimpering if it starts feeling too good. They’re so fun to too because you know they’ll let you fuck them stupid if you want <33

Ango Sakaguchi, Atsushi Nakajima, Ranpo Edogawa, Dazai, Gepard Landau, Caelus, ERiS

Yes, but please be gentle and treat him with love <3

They’d be perfectly fine with you on top but please don’t be rough and mean :( they need lots of love if they’re going to let you be in control, please make sure they know you still love them! Praise them please!!

Ashton Harlow, Titus Brome, Atsushi (again), Akutagawa, Argenti, Aventurine, Sunday, Luca Michaelides, Hui Shi, Barnaby Lei, Spinel Spiralis

Yes, and they’ll be praising you the whole time

The praises slip out of their mouths so naturally, seeing you on top of them does things to their body and mind. Talkative or not- prepare yourself for their endless praises while you fuck them/ride them

Chuuya <3, Kunikida, Tecchou, Sigma, Luca Michaelides, Spinel Spiralis, Hui Shi, Sunday, Argenti, Dan Heng, Welt Yang (idk what ppl see in him but he gets a spot)

Nah you aren’t topping, say bye bye to your ability to walk straight

Really? You think it’s possible to top them? They could’ve been gentle but now they probably won’t be! They’re pretty much impossible to top or have any kind of control over, so they’ll make sure you get that in your head

Jing Yuan (pls hear me out), Veritas Ratio, Blade, Bugbear, Siri, maybe Salinger? (I’ll probs play his route again to make up my mind), Fyodor, Nikolai, Jouno

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whorediaries-09 · 6 months

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SO SORRY TO ADD ANOTHER A OTHER REQUEST :( BUT CAN WE MAYBE HAVE LIKE A SOFT NICE DATE THAT SLOWLY TURNS INTO SMUT WITH RON? PLEASEE? Also hui :3

hi lovey, thank you for sending in the request, hope you like it!

i think he knows; pairing- ronald weasley x reader warning(s)- mentions of war, 18+ content, fluff. a/n- contrary to popular belief, i am in fact quite alive and breathing.

little train.

' he got that boyish look that i like in man, i'm an architect i'm drawing up the plans. '

going on a date after the war was...intimidating, to put it in within a play of a single word. and surely ron wasn't expecting himself to be in a sticky situation with the pretty healer who had tended to his wounds after the traumatizing events. he ran his thumb over the now healed scar.

it'd tell a tale.

he remembered you. he could recall the dullness of worry in your eyes. the shine of hope in your eyes. even if your hair was matted with blood and rubble, you were the diesel to the fire that so timidly burned. the bruise under your eye was fresh, deep blue blackening, a shard of glass hanging from your chin.

he wish he could paint the blue golden.

with the last tug at the leather strap of the watch around his wrist, he decided he'd get the flowers. it would add a nice touch, a 'gentlemanly effect', he liked to think. even if it did seem to be a bit cliche. perhaps he thought of the smile on your face when you got the flowers (he was hopeful that you liked flowers). or perhaps he was just afraid of the aspect of a hormone rushing pregnant ginny hitting him on the head because of his 'less gentlemanly thoughts'

he remembered harry patting his shoulders, throwing out advices. ron rolled his eyes. he recalled when harry was swooning over cho chang, describing his very 'wet' kiss. he kicked harry in the shin, pulling a laugh out of his friend, grumbling harry wasn't much of a 'playboy' either.

so, he found himself standing in the flower shop, having absolutely no ideas about flowers. he watched the half a dozen barely bloomed pink roses being tied together. god forbid you weren't allergic to them. or didn't laugh at him for being too cliched.

he wished hermione had actually written that book about girls.

it was fruitful, his attempt to choose the flowers. he'd recognized it from the shine in your eyes and the beautiful curve adorned on your lips. he'd found you beautiful when you were on the brink of death, disguised as a savior, so heaven sent. but now, when you held his hand, touching the scar you'd mended, talking away about stuff he couldn't really catch up on, your hair smelling like something so desirable, he found you breathtaking. he was mesmerized by you.

you felt like a forbidden treasure, the diesel to the fire in his heart that raged it's flames ever so timidly.

you'd liked the flowers. ron silently thanked the gods that you weren't allergic. you liked a lot of things, he learnt. cats, photography, literature, music, and a good fuck... was amongst the few things you liked. he was sure you'd said that intentionally just to pull out a reaction. the evil trick was recognized by the pretense innocent mischievousness in your eyes.

he was glad he coughed the drink in his mouth instead of spitting it right onto your face. you'd smiled, throwing him a dirty wink, twirling the straw of lemonade with your tongue. the dim carnival light angled your features, bringing out the best of your bone structure.

'well, to put it correctly, i enjoy a good fuck...' you said, after ron had recovered from his coughing haze. he wiped the edge of his lips, a nd putting on his best front, he responded,

'well then i can promise you an enjoyable time with me sweetheart,'

it was said with an awkward stance, a constant shift of octaves. but it still made you flush as the flame of the fire of his burning heart tickled your skin. you'd be his fuel, his diesel. you'd be his muse, the tale he recite.

by the time it was time to leave you by the doorstep, the sky dizzied itself across the luminated street scattered with gravel. his fingers were melted within the crevices of yours, fit snug like a puzzle. he liked the way you laughed, the way your voice did throbbed so serenely against his eardrums while narrating tales, the way your eyes lit up against the dim lighting. 'liked' would be an understatement.

for the first time in his life, he was thankful for his freckles. he hoped they hid the flush of his pale skin.

'you're...kind,' you stated, shimmying on your tiptoes.

'hmm... why do you say so, sweetheart?' he asked.

'i know you live on the other side of town, and you came by to drop me...' a stupid line pops up in his head, but he doesn't say anything. he almost bites his lip to not let his boyish thought control his action. so, he smiles.

and lingers. holding your hand. the distance between him and you isn't much, the little roof over the entrance of your house providing him the needed protection from rain.

he can feel your breathe upon his already warm skin. it excruciates his patience. it plays with his senses, the sweet fragrance of petrichor infused with a scent, that reeks of you. it's blissful.

still, like the boyish man he is, he does nothing. he lingers, letting a silence wrap the little bubble of tranquility. it's comforting, in a strange way. he can't figure out what to do, when the sound of the rain, the running vehicles and the croaking frogs blur, when he feels your fingers tighten around his.

your lips lingers a little too close to his, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. or rather the side of his mouth. his mind reels when you place forward your request, your thought.

'the rain won't stop. not now anyways.' you whisper, lips brushing his earlobe. he doesn't recognize what takes over him within the click of your doorknob and the placement of your hand on his waist, as you pull him towards you.

but he enjoys it, the sudden rush of hormones. it's quick, it's something he's not felt for a long time. so long, it almost feels foreign. perhaps, it is. it's a warmth he's never felt, no never in his teenage years has he ever felt the need of touch. he's never realized the need, he thinks.

it's maddening, your touch all over his body when he finally crashes his mouth with yours, pushing you against the unlocked door of your house. he stumbles as you grab your neck, breathlessly cradling your cheek within the crevice of his palm. the scar you'd fixed touches the one on your chin.

it's a tale to be kept silent, to be a concealed message. like a string of fate, perhaps.

his teeth nips softly at the bare skin of your neck, your back pressed against the cold wall of your house. he feels the heat radiate off your body, moans leaving your mouth. your name rolls of his tongue as your fingers pull his hair, pulling his face away from your neck.

'is this okay?' he asks, concerned. he thinks he's fucked it up, by jumping on your bones. to his relief, you smile,

'it's...more than okay. can we go to the bedroom please?'

'sure, sweetheart. whatever makes you comfortable.'

you've got your hair tangled up in his ginger locks. the moans spilling from your throat echoes through against the walls of your bedroom. his lips aren't on yours, as much as he'd love to taste your moans and sounds, your noise is honey-dripping gold in his eardrums.

his cock plunges deep within you, till your room loses the smell of your sandalwood candles. it reeks of sex and skin, the physical intimate bond of unheard individuals. it reeks of something magical, a golden desire painting over deep blue bruises.

it's fueling, to feel his touch on your skin. it diesels the fire that ignites within you when he snaps his hips against yours. the sound of his gasps, your moans, and skin slapping fills the room. you roll your eyes, as he thrusts himself angled perfectly so as to hit your sweet spot. you see white, moaning his name,

'fuck please, ron right there,'

his silver chain dangles over your lips. you wrap your lips around it, bringing his face closer. he gasps, his finger slipping between your connected bodies. his calloused thumb rubs over your stimulated clit, making you arch your hips, searching for more friction.

'you're making me feel so good, sweetheart,' he moans as you clench your walls around his girth. the coil building in your stomach drives your to the edge of your sanity.

'yeah?' you whisper back, half heaving, half controlling your urge to scream. it's heavenly, the combination of his perfect thrusts, the rubbing of his finger against your clit. you wrap your legs around his body, pulling him closer, to feel him, to touch him.

his girth plunges in you, and you feel your coil unraveling through you, your thighs shaking as the orgasm bubbles over the brink. it's pure heavenly insanity, a break through from the scorching insatiable desire for him.

you feel him release within you, wrecking your guts. your orgasm paints his abs, as his lump body falls over yours, his weight dead. he hides his face into your neck, smiling. the tranquil silence settles, carving a little bubble of comfort. neither of you hear the rain pattering against the gravel.

perhaps, truly it was just an excuse. excuse for a fate, for a destiny. to rebound broken strings of souls.

'you don't break promises do you?' you ask, laughing.

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cupidb · 9 months

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Guess who woke up from the dead… haha 😅

- The Intruder

Vampire!Yunho x Fem!Vampire!Reader

☆Genre: Fluff??/Smut (18+ content, MDNI!)

☆Summary: Yunho finds a badly wounded vampire in his territory and takes her home.

Enjoy!

Yunho was stalking the woodland. His domain was peaceful, and the moon was full. He rushed down the trails, his fangs protruding and his gaze acute in the dim light. He wasn't starving. He was simply bored.

He was the clan's area enforcer, and it was his responsibility to patrol at night, check recurring problem sites, and ensure that violators in their territory were apprehended and dealt with.

He would be regarded as gigantic inhuman proportions. In human terms, he was 6ft 2 tall. Others might conceal their fangs and stroll amongst humans in the dead of night. Yunho, not so. His skin was as white as the moon and glowed with the same ethereal radiance. His eyes were bronze in color. He could never stroll among others. He was far too beautiful.

He could smell something. It was an intruder. He moved lower to the ground. Moving on foot. Moving slowly. Unusual and risky. The intruder wouldn't be hard to find. Why would a rival vampire be in his territory, moving slowly on foot, unless something was wrong.

He could only detect one scent. A vampire who was alone was usually a vampire who was at risk. Vampires felt that there was safety in numbers. Yunho was the only one who preferred to walk by himself. He clenched his fists and braced himself for the fight. He sniffed the track once more before heading north through the woodland towards the lake.

He noticed it when he broke through the woods and entered the clearing. The trespasser. It was little, curled up, and smelled strongly of dread and hunger. Yunho was nearly certain he wouldn't have to fight tonight, but he kept his guard up nevertheless. Being careful paid off.

He approached it cautiously. As Yunho neared, it groaned and grabbed itself, its breath coming in short bursts and its eyes wide open. "I'm no intruder." It cried in pain. "Check with Hui. My maker was from this clan." That altered everything. Yunho became concerned at this point. He scooped up the small being. She weighed next to nothing.

"Why are you here?" Yunho asked quietly as he headed west to a safe place. The voice that came out was small and strained. "My maker. Did the wrong thing. They killed him. I had to escape." Yunho didn't want to know anymore. Vampires were unfortunately intrinsically tied to the actions and whims of their maker. She would have had no choice but to follow the maker's instructions. It must have been terrible for her to run and end up in this condition.

Yunho went swiftly through the night air, the darkness relaxing, his cold skin soothing the nearly lifeless creature in his arms. Vampires required very little to live. Vampires enjoy blood, darkness, and the company of other vampires. He had no choice but to keep her alive. Just five minutes more. He yanked her shirt buttons open and shoved the small vampire into his skin. Her breathing instantly slowed. Yunho exhaled a sigh of relief and continued walking.

"Mingi. Open up." He yelled as he pounded on the old farmhouse's door. When the human opened the door and saw the gigantic vampire clutching the tiny lifeless creature in his arms, his eyes widened in terror. "No time to explain." He shoved the human aside and marched into his living room, where he placed the vampire on the couch.

"Mingi. Come here." Yunho commanded. His bronze eyes burned with power as the human followed his instruction. He silently commanded the human, who was strong and bursting with vitality, to sit on the floor beside the couch.

She was almost gone. She was too weak to bite or suck. Yunho was well aware that he would have to feed her. He held Mingi's wrist tightly in his huge hand. As the vampire enforcer bit down and drank, filling his mouth with the delicious warm liquid, the human breathed deeply. He leaned over the dying vampire on the couch, pressing their lips firmly together. He opened his mouth and let the life fluid in his mouth run into the other's mouth. He held the reviving kiss for the fluids to transfer. It tasted fantastic. Mingi has recently been eating well.

He interrupted the kiss and wiped his lips with the back of his pale palm, leaving a red smear. "What happened to her?" When Yunho glared at him while disregarding his question, Mingi immediately regretted asking.

Mingi's veins were sucked again and transmitted to the little vampire. Yunho massaged their h/c hair and felt her revive as the second mouthful flowed into the other. She was going to live.

He drank another deep, rich swallow and passed it to the small vampire. The third bite was enough to wake her up. She groaned as Yunho peered over her as she recovered awareness and her sensation of pain.

"I need to see." Yunho said as he ripped her shirt open. Deep scrapes disfigured the flawless s/c chest and stomach, which were already exhibiting indications of infection. Yunho inhaled deeply at the sight before him. Inside his pants, his erection was already growing. He only fucked humans because he needed to be in power, and other vampires weren't typically willing to be completely dominated. But this one was a little different.

"Who are you?" Yunho inquired as the smaller one became lively. "My maker named me Moon. But he's gone now. "I'll go with Y/N."

"I can heal you Y/N." Yunho spoke into the vampire's ear, making her quiver at the feeling of his breath on her skin. He stroked the deep gashes on her chest with his hands. He stabbed his thumb with a fang and delicately wiped his blood into the cuts. Y/N writhed in pain as she let the massive vampire hovering over her perform his healing ritual.

Yunho sucked another mouthful of Mingi's blood and pressed his lips against Y/N's. Honestly, the small vampire was restored enough that she could bite and suck for herself, but Yunho was having too much fun with this.

His tongue followed the blood into Y/N's mouth this time, and the other welcomed it in. She pushed back with her own, and the taste of Mingi's blood lingered between them. Yunho licked her wounds as he lowered his mouth down her neck to her chest. His healing saliva instantly began to close the wounds and relieve Y/N's discomfort.

Y/N finally felt her head clear. The world came to a halt as life returned to her. Yunho's relief from her wounds was pleasant, and she relaxed as she began to appreciate the feel of Yunho's thick rough tongue on her body. She felt better every time a wound healed. Her writhing, groaning misery gradually turned to pleasure as she relished the sensation of the massive vampire looming over her.

"Let me thank you." The h/c vampire reached down and started unbuttoning Yunho's pants. Yunho quickly assessed the situation and determined that he would approve it. He had already become hard, so why not take advantage of it? As the other withdrew his erection from his pants and began to work it with her hand, he proceeded to lick at the small vampire's wounds.

Mingi muttered something about privacy and turned to walk away, but Yunho grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "We're not done with you yet." As the vampire underneath him pumped his erection faster, he muttered and sucked another mouthful from his wrist.

He leaned in and gave Y/N another mouthful of Mingi's blood, this time with his tongue, the thick red liquid coating their lips, teeth, and tongues.

As life surged back into Y/N's body, she felt herself resurrect. She had been so close to death when she was rescued by this huge imposing being whose eyes glowed with their fire.

"Can I drink from your human?" She asked quietly and politely as she continued to jerk him off. "If you say yes I'll let you fuck me." She added. Yunho smirked before nodding. She released her hold on his erection.

She grabbed Mingi roughly and went for his inner elbow, moaning as she bit down, her eyes closed as she sucked hard causing a low whimper to escape him. Just like his blood, she drank the sound up. She released the frightened human and gave him a flirty wink as she turned her attention back to Yunho, not catching the possessive glint in his eyes.

"He's delicious!" Y/N grinned. She was alive again.

"I know." Yunho smirked and barely noticed as the terrified but flustered human took off out of the room. "Now give me what you promised." He tore at the small vampire's muddy trousers and smirked again at the sight before him when they hit the floor.

With her painfully thin body and glittering e/c eyes, this petite yet powerful creature was truly beautiful. Yunho was bored with fucking Mingi. He sought the thrill of battling another creature as powerful and wild as he was.

He delighted in running his hands over the smaller's chest. He hadn't felt another vampire under him in a long time. It was unbelievably sensual. He crushed his lips on hers and forced his tongue inside. He rubbed it against Y/N's newly protruding fangs. He could tell she was excited as well.

Yunho ran his fangs lightly down the s/c flesh of Y/N's neck, causing her to moan beneath him. His manhood rubbed onto the small vampire's exposed skin. Y/N got the clue and started jerking him off again.

"Stop. Let me inside you." Yunho commanded and the smaller conceded. She knew she had to do what the other wanted. He was twice her size and could easily destroy her.

Y/N opened her legs and allowed Yunho to feel for her entrance. It was tight but she would enjoy the pain.

"Go straight in." Y/N had taken a drink from his human. She had requested a favor, and now it was her turn to repay him. He pulled her knees up and she winced when she felt Yunho’s erection push inside her. The pain was nearly as energizing as the blood.

But she felt alive once more. She hadn't felt anyone other than her maker inside her in a long time. Her maker had been selfish, possessive, and jealous, and now that he was gone, Y/N was enjoying the first act of her newfound freedom. "Ah- More" She whined as she clutched Yunho's back. She desired to feel him deep within.

Yunho was accustomed to the delicacy of humans. He had forgotten what it was like to sink himself deep within another vampire without hesitation or reservation. He yanked almost all the way out, snarled deep inside his chest, and pushed in deeply, causing her to softly whimper. As Yunho found a rhythm and began to pound against her, Y/N bucked beneath him, her hips rising to meet the violent thrusts.

He didn't dare say it out loud but he loved the size difference and how huge he looked compared to her. It made him feel even more powerful in the moment. Looking down at where their hips meet he increases his speed watching how well she takes him.

It felt good. Too good. His orgasm built quickly and he found himself trying to hold on. Her moans and whimpers weren't making it easy for him either. If it was a human he wouldn't care, he would just finish and pull out and leave. But another vampire deserves respect and pleasure at the least.

Y/N's body responded to the belly full of blood and her body full of the bigger vampire. She luxuriated in the hedonistic pleasures of delicious food and a good fucking. She knew she had made the right decision to come back to her maker's original territory. She wondered if all the vampires around here were so tall and beautiful. She thrust her hips up to meet Yunho’s driving down into her earning a low moan from him.

She could see him clinging on, not wanting to be first, and was touched that the other vampire thought of her in that way. She wouldn't have to hold on for long. Yunho filled every inch of her body, and she was overdue for an orgasm. As she got closer, her insides twisted, and she came in hard, her fangs out in bliss, her nails and fangs dragging down Yunho's beautiful glowing skin.

Yunho noticed the small vampire beneath him arch and twist and ultimately moan in delight. Yunho's exposed skin was riddled with sharp nails and teeth. It was incredible. He allowed himself to climax, and his thrusts became more chaotic as he snarled deeper, beat harder, and eventually groaned. As his hips rode into the small body under him, he bit down hard on

Y/N's neck. Both catch their breath before helping the other stand up.

It wasn't until Yunho got off and they both started dressing that they noticed Mingi, horror on his face, motionless next to the couch. After what he had just witnessed, he was locked in a bizarre limbo halfway between shock and arousal.

"Still hungry?" Yunho questioned, ignoring the other male. Y/N raised her head. "No, thank you. I'm feeling great right now." He nodded at her response.

The moon was still full when they walked away from the house. "What are you going to do now?" Yunho inquired. "Not sure." She responded. "I'll have to go to Hui and ask for work and a place to stay."

Yunho couldn't believe what she was saying and scoffed, rolling his eyes. He smiled at her as he turned to face her. "You can stay with me."

"Really?" The small vampire looked up at the big one with big grateful eyes.

"Sure, why not? He'll probably assign you to me anyway. Everyone else is already partnered up, and you appear to be determined. I need someone to assist with the patrol."

Not waiting for an answer, Yunho began to sprint as the moon descended lower in the sky. He turned his head to see Y/N, who had fully recovered and was following him through the woodland. He smiled to himself and accelerated his pace, but Y/N kept up. His boredom could be coming to an end. Finally, someone was able to keep up with him.

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Inexplicably Inevitable (RDO Fanfic, Part 1 of 2, 18+)

Summary: Min and Everett have finally solidified their relationship, only to have a ghost from their past come up and rattle everything they thought they knew.

Author’s Notes: I really, really, didn’t want to just leave Mateo like that. So I gave him a happy ending too. I mean, honestly, this fic is just an excuse to write some MxM and MxMxF smut.

Tags: OC x3, MM, MFM, FM, bisexual, feels, angst, smut, double vaginal penetration, HEA

AO3 Link is here.

Word Count: 5953

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1894, Somewhere in Central California

“Run! Don’t look back—”

Blood exploded from Mateo’s back as he fell to the ground.

The world stopped. Min couldn’t even breathe as she waited for him to get up and call her name, but his body lay unmoving in the crimson-stained grass.

A bullet grazed her arm and another grazed her side, the burning sensation pulling her out of her shock. For now, she needed to survive. She wouldn’t be able to save anyone if she was dead.

So she ran.

***

The Diablos Locos gang had been terrorizing small towns up and down the small valley near Owens Lake. Enough chaos had been caused that Everett had been sent here to investigate. He had built up a reputation in the past seven years as a man who could get a job done, albeit often with a lot of messy consequences. But he didn’t care what others thought. He saved lives, and if a few criminals ended up dead while he was doing it, then so be it.

So when he was sent on a mission, he knew that the upper brass didn’t care about how it was done, as long as the menace was stopped. They gave him the usual lecture: to take as many men alive as possible and to let the court handle their lives. All he had to do was deliver them.

He knew better than to take on the gang himself; after all, he was only one man, and they were many more than one.

However, he had heard from the sheriff of Keeler that the gang had been seen going south, away from the area. Everett decided to go and find their hideout; perhaps they truly had moved on, but his gut feeling said that it was unlikely.

He trekked through the forests while riding Cobalt, his trusted horse. Finding their trail, he worked backwards to their hideout, nestled in a particularly thick copse of trees. As he approached, the smell of death and gunsmoke invaded his nose. Wrapping his bandana around his face, he looked around and was a little surprised to find dead bodies littering the area.

After making sure that there was no one left alive inside of the abandoned campground, he walked around the perimeter, spiraling outwards as he checked each body for any sign of life. So far all of them were dead.

He came across the last one. Unlucky fellow had been shot in the back. Probably accidentally by one of his own men, it seemed. He squatted down and looked at the revolver that the man had been holding. It was a navy revolver, blued steel and in great condition. He reached down to take the gun from the man’s hand.

The grip on the gun tightened.

Everett tore the gun out of his grasp and pointed it at the man's head. “You’re alive?”

“Barely,” the man rasped.

Everett sighed. Sticking the revolver in his belt, he toed the man onto his side, eliciting a pained groan.

“Who are you?”

“Are you one of the Diablos?” the man asked in reply, wheezing as he spoke.

While Everett didn’t generally like being asked a question in response to one of his, the man’s tone struck him differently; this was no gang member. He decided to answer truthfully. “No, I’m a ranger.”

The man strained to look at him as if he was trying to focus. “Did you find a woman here?”

Everett blinked. “No, I didn’t.”

“Good. She got away,” the man muttered before he slumped over, his eyes closed.

Surprised, Everett checked his pulse to see if he was still breathing. While it was shallow and weak, the man was still alive.

“I don’t know why the hell I’m doing this,” he muttered as he rolled the man back onto his stomach and examined his wound. It was as if the bullet had ricocheted off a rock and angled upwards, grazing across his back and shoulder. He’d lost a lot of blood and his back would be scarred, but the wound itself wasn’t deep and the bullet had never penetrated muscle.

He sighed and hauled the man over his shoulder and whistled for his horse.

***

Mateo woke up feeling two things: confused as to why he was on the back of a horse, and relieved that he, despite his massive mistake of turning his back on the enemy, was still alive.

He only groaned as his attempt at movement was met with a flowering of pain in all parts of his body.

"You should've stayed asleep," a voice said beside him. The tone was sympathetic yet teasing, and he recognized it as belonging to the man who claimed he was a ranger. Mateo wanted to ask more questions, but his throat was drier than the Mojave Desert. He only coughed and wheezed.

"You can talk once we get to the river. I need to wash out your wounds before we head north to Lone Pine. They got a doctor there."

Mateo was touched that a stranger would go so far to help him. Most people would have left him to die.

They reached the river after another hour of traveling, Mateo drifting in and out of consciousness. The man helped him down from the horse and half-carried him to the river.

“You’re going to have to take off the shirt. It’s going to hurt,” the man said, already setting him down on a rock near the water’s edge.

Mateo quietly unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off, grimacing with pain as the cloth tore at his skin where the blood had dried.

The man had refilled his canteen full of water. “Give me your bandana.”

Mateo wordlessly untied the bandana around his neck and handed it to him. He watched as the man soaked it with water and settled himself behind him. The initial slap of cold water on his skin was shocking, but then as the man began to wash the blood from his back, Mateo was even more shocked by how gently he washed him.

“So, what's your name?"

Mateo nearly told him, but not knowing the current situation, he opted for a half-truth. “Leon,” he answered, using his middle name.

“You got a last name?”

“Ortega.” It was the last name of his mother. Until he got to know this man better, he’d go by this name. He technically wasn’t lying; his full name was Matthew Leon Delgado y Ortega.

“Sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances. I'm Everett Osborn.”

“Well, thank you for helping me, Mr. Osborn.”

“Just call me Everett. Otherwise it sounds like you’re talkin’ to my pa.”

Mateo let out a short bark of laughter, and then winced in pain.

“Take it easy there,” Everett said softly. “I’m almost done, then we can get you to the doc.”

***

Mateo woke to an unfamiliar room, laying on his side. Groggy as hell, he blinked away the sleep and pushed himself up from the hard cot. His back and shoulders protested, but he forced himself to sit up. Scratching his short beard, he noticed that he was bandaged, his shirt hanging on the chair next to the bed. He vaguely remembered being taken to the doctor and getting stitched up while in a painful delirium. Then his memory became even murkier, only remembering being taken through the woods in the dim light of sunset. This place must be where they had ended up.

The door creaked open. Everett entered the room with an empty basin and clean bandages.

"Thank you," Mateo said gratefully. He honestly had not expected the man to stick around after stopping by the doctor's.

Everett shrugged as put the basin down on the ground before he sat down in the chair, scooting it as close to the bed as possible. "Don't thank me yet. I need to change your bandages."

Mateo quietly allowed him to remove the bloodied strips of linen, wincing when they pulled away from his damaged skin. Despite the man's rough appearance, his hands were warm, brushing across his chest and back with the gentle familiarity of a lover.

"You said you're a ranger," Mateo said after a while.

Everett nodded. "I did."

Mateo turned his eyes onto him and really looked at him. He had bright cornflower blue eyes beneath a stern brow, focused on his work. His lips were curved down in a concentrated frown as he steadily removed all of his bandages. His brown hair was parted on one side and looked feathery light to the touch. He had a strong jaw and a slightly crooked nose, as if he'd been punched in the face one too many times.

Not finding anything else to say, he just watched the man as he picked up the basin and stood up. The man was tall, broad shouldered, and definitely looked tired.

"I'll come back with a poultice for your wounds. Your back is goin' to scar somethin' fierce."

Mateo shifted and immediately winced.

“Don’t move, you’ll tear open everything,” the man said as he left, leaving the door slightly ajar. Mateo could hear water sloshing and the soft crackle of a campfire outside.

After a little while, he heard the steady pounding of a mortar and pestle, the scent of mashed herbs wafting inside.

Unable to do anything else, he surveyed the room. It couldn’t even be considered a cabin; it was more of a shelter, just a place to rest before heading onwards. Other than the bed and the chair, there was only one small table that appeared to double as a nightstand, right next to the bed. There was a small pile of firewood stacked up in the corner, and next to that, a saddle with some saddlebags.

Mateo’s gun and satchel lay on top of the saddle, well out of reach.

As he considered getting up and risking additional injury to get his things, he heard the man shuffle around outside and reconsidered.

The door opened. “Get on your belly,” Everett ordered curtly.

Normally a direct order would irk Mateo, but something in the man’s tone made him obey. He was helping him, after all. The least he could do was follow instructions.

Expecting the usual sting of antiseptics, he was surprised to feel a cooling feeling on his skin, making the sting more manageable. Under the man’s skilled hands, he relaxed.

“So what were you doing out there?” Everett asked after a while.

Mateo wasn’t expecting the question. He paused for a few moments, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell him a partial truth. “I was hoping to get at least one of the gang members for a bounty, make a quick buck. Didn’t realize I’d run into their whole gang up there.”

His answer was met by a soft hum, tinged with suspicion. “And you brought a woman with you?”

“She’s as good a fighter as any man,” he replied.

Everett snorted. “Sure.”

Mateo turned his head to glare at him, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. “She could outshoot most men. She’ll be better than me one day.”

The ranger nodded and gently pressed the poultice on a new spot on his back. "Alright, I believe you." After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "She’s your lover," he stated.

"Yes," Mateo answered without hesitation.

Everett continued to press the poultice against his wounds. "Must be nice," he said wistfully.

Mateo glanced at the man, who seemed to be lost in his own head for the time being. He left him alone while he stewed in his own thoughts. He couldn't go after Min until he was healthy enough to travel.

A small voice in his head wondered if she was even still alive, but he quickly shut down that thought. She was a fighter. A whole posse couldn't take her down.

At least, that was what he hoped.

***

The posse had been chasing her south for days. She had managed to hide well enough for now, but she needed to truly rest. She was slow to heal because she kept running, kept moving, and tore open her wounds over and over again.

***

Everett regarded the man lying in his cot with a mix of admiration and suspicion. He got the feeling the man was mostly telling the truth; he most likely was some kind of bounty hunter. The two things he found odd were that he had a woman with him, and that he paused before telling him his name.

The name was likely fake.

But in the end, that didn't matter. He had clearly been the one to take out most of the dead bodies at the hideout. After seeing his location compared to where the dead bodies had fallen, it was apparent that he was defending a position. The only reason he could have been shot in the back is if he had turned around.

And Everett had the feeling this woman was the reason.

Women shouldn’t be in places where they’re getting shot at, he thought. A woman should definitely know how to protect herself, but for goodness sake, keep them in a safe place.

He looked down at Leon, sleeping soundly on his side, bandages all clean. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed the dark brown waves from his face.

The sleeping man was almost too pretty, with his thick eyelashes and full lips. If not for the short beard, Everett would have been confused.

Hell, he was confused now, for he wanted to lean in and brush his lips against the curve of his.

He shook his head at the notion. He wasn’t against the idea; he had just never thought of the idea in the first place. So far, all of his pleasurable dalliances had been with women.

Everett turned away and got himself settled, unfurling his bedroll beside the bed and laying down, setting aside his errant thoughts. Or at least he tried, but the last thing on his mind was the lonely look in Leon’s eyes and the soft smile on those kissable lips.

***

A week passed, and every day had been the same. In the morning, Everett had woken him up and changed his bandages, and then taken off to patrol the nearby area with a promise that he’d be back before sunset and an order to stay until he was healed. Mateo was starting to feel like an injured pet, being fed and taken care of while having nothing expected of him other than to obey the command to stay.

For the first couple of days, even getting up and shuffling around the small cabin was enough to make him break out into a sweat and breathe heavily. He had dragged himself back to the bed and slept for most of the day after that. But each day, he grew stronger, with Everett’s stew helping him regain his strength. The man was surprisingly good with herbs and hunting. Not that he couldn’t do the same, but he just didn’t have the energy to lift a knife, let alone track and hunt down a rabbit.

Every day when Everett returned, they talked. They traded tales of shootouts, the craziest criminals they had ever come across, and the interesting people they had met over the years. And every night, Everett would help him back into the bed and tell him good night before settling down on the bed roll on the ground, like some kind of loyal guard dog.

By day six, Mateo was mostly up and about, helping to clean around the place. He would dress any dead game that Everett would give him before he left to do ranger things. Mateo never asked what he did, and Everett didn’t talk too much about it. Instead, they just argued about how well Mateo was doing, or in Everett’s eyes, how well he wasn’t doing.

“I can see your left shoulder is still stiff,” the ranger groused after coming back from his patrol on the seventh day.

Mateo paused for a moment, feeling the strain in his shoulder before promptly ignoring it. “I’m fine,” he mumbled as he continued to stir the stew in the cracked dutch oven that hung precariously over the campfire. The three jury-rigged branches holding the old pot shifted slightly as he stirred.

Without looking up from the pot, Mateo could hear the man sigh as he set down his haversack and walked over to him. Quietly, Everett sat beside him and gently took the spoon from his hand, his fingers brushing over his hand ever so lightly along the way.

Mateo finally turned to him, wanting to put up a fight, but one stern look from the blue-eyed ranger quelled his urge to protest. Like a sullen child, he leaned back and sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder, refusing to move aside out of spite.

That, and he didn’t want to admit that the comforting warmth of sitting next to Everett was what he needed at the moment, especially with his deep-seated anxiety starting to take hold of him.

I need to find Min. She’s out there, all alone…

Mateo let out a pained groan. I don’t know where she is. I know she’s alive. She has to be. I can’t…

His mind blanked and he buried his face into his hands.

“Leon?”

He could hear Everett distantly calling for him, but his heart kept racing as an uncontrollable terror overwhelmed him. Everyone you love dies on your watch. You can’t protect anyone.

“Leon!”

Everett’s hand on his shoulder and his stern voice brought him back to reality. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “I’m fine,” he rasped.

“You’re lyin’,” Everett growled as he handed him a canteen. Mateo gratefully took a drink, clutching the canteen and staring at the scratches in the leather as he tried to calm down. It took a few moments for him to realize that Everett hadn’t stopped touching him; in fact, the man had pulled him close and was gently rubbing his shoulder.

For a long time, Mateo had been the one to comfort others, to be strong when everything else fell apart. His older brother had always pushed him to be a strong, independent man, and never gave him a moment to be weak. He was grateful for that, because he had to be strong for Min, who was younger and naive to the ways of the world. Even while he was growing up, he had to protect his village, protect his mother, get revenge for his father’s death…

To have someone take care of him for a change was both a strange experience and a welcomed one. Everett’s soft touch on his arm, the warmth of his body as he sat next to him, the sun setting over their little camp, and the smell of the stew cooking, all of these things made him feel safe, and not because he had fought for it.

This feeling of safety was because Everett was here.

***

The man probably hadn’t realized that he was shaking ever so slightly. Looking at him, Everett couldn’t help himself. He pulled Leon’s head into the crook of his shoulder and gently took the canteen from his tight grip.

“C’mon. Let’s get some food down, then you can rest for the night. Alright?”

“Alright,” Leon mumbled.

He looked down and let go of his head, just as Leon looked up at him.

A thought crossed his mind like lightning across a pitch black sky. The wavy hair, the warm brown eyes that reminded him of a puppy, and those lips that he couldn’t stop staring at.

The crash of the dutch oven falling onto the fire broke the whimsical spell. Pulling back, Leon seemed to regain himself. “Shit, let’s get the pot off the fire. Food’s probably cooked well enough anyway.”

Everett nodded, getting his gloves and lifting the pot away to set it down nearby. They ate quietly, but this time, there was a tension that Everett could feel viscerally, deep down. It pulled at his heart every time he looked over at the other man.

“You got some food on your face,” he said, automatically reaching out to wipe it away from the corner of Leon’s mouth.

When the man’s tongue flicked out at the same time, brushing against the pad of his thumb, he paused. Leon’s eyes widened in surprise and then fluttered close as Everett gently caressed his lip, unable to stop himself from touching him. He noted how elegant his eyelashes were, how soft his lips were. The short beard that Leon had grown could not hide the shape of his jaw and his cheek. Cupping his face with one hand, Everett began to lean in, as if led by instinct.

“I… I think I should go rest in bed,” Leon mumbled, but stayed still, his cheek remaining in Everett’s grasp.

Feeling like a bucket of cold water got dumped on him, Everett stopped his advance, but didn’t move back. Instead, he stayed where he was and watched as Leon subtly leaned his head into his touch for a moment more before he got up and fled back to the bed inside the lean-to.

So I’m not the only one attracted, Everett thought, looking down at his hand in wonder.

***

Mateo clutched his chest as he lay in bed, trying to calm his pounding heart. He had wanted to stay with Everett so badly that it had frightened him. Was he that lonely? What about Min? She was out there, all alone. He should be looking for her, not yearning for another man’s touch.

And yet whenever he looked into Everett’s cornflower blue eyes, his worries melted into the sky. Something about the man made him feel like everything would end up alright and that if he just took things one day at a time, things would work out.

Just as he was contemplating why he felt that way, the object of his ruminations walked through the door carrying a bucket of water and a scrap of cloth.

“Time to change your bandages, Leon,” Everett said softly.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Mateo sat up and removed his shirt and set it aside. Everett sat behind him and began to slowly remove the bandages, dried blood flicking off his skin. He sat docile as a lamb while he was being unwrapped, and continued to stay still when Everett took the warm washcloth to his back.

“You’re looking a lot better,” Everett remarked as he carefully wiped around his wounds. “How do you feel?”

“Alive,” Mateo answered quietly. His heart was still thumping harder than it should have been. He turned to face him. “Thank you. Truly. You didn’t have to do any of this.”

One corner of Everett’s lips quirked up, a wry grin that Mateo was starting to find effortlessly charming. “Didn’t feel right leaving you there,” he replied. “Besides, it’s been nice to have someone to talk to these past few days. Been travelin’ alone for far too long.”

Mateo only hummed in agreement as Everett continued to wash his back. When his hands settled on his hips and didn’t leave, Mateo looked over his shoulder.

Their eyes met.

“Should I help wash the rest of you?” Everett asked, his voice low and husky as if his throat had gone dry.

Mateo swallowed hard. “Only if you want to.”

The blue in Everett’s eyes deepened. “I do.”

***

Everett couldn’t stop himself from staring as Leon slowly stood up to undo the buttons on his pants, letting them fall to the ground in a heap. His short drawers came next, and suddenly before him was something akin to a work of art that one might see carved in marble in one of the big cities. Leon’s form was unmistakably masculine, yet there was something graceful, lean, and just damn beautiful in the way he held himself.

Swallowing hard, Everett knelt down to soak and wring out the washcloth before slowly wiping down his legs and his thighs. He stood as he moved the washcloth to Leon’s backside. Leaning forward to brush his lips against the shell of his ear, Everett whispered, “Just let me know when you want me to stop.”

“Keep going,” Leon answered in a hushed rasp.

Everett ran the cloth over his backside, teasing the cleft as he washed him. Pleased by the soft moan escaping Leon’s lips, he continued, holding his hip with his other hand as he worked his way around to his front. Glancing downwards over Leon’s shoulder, Everett could see the man’s shaft jutting out.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying this,” Everett stated, gently reaching down to wash around his cock, teasing him around the base.

Leon only moaned softly in response.

Everett’s hand moved from his hip to his chest, pulling the man against his body as he tossed the cloth back into the basin. Spitting into his other hand, he reached down and gripped Leon’s cock. He started a slow stroke, making sure to curve his hand around the head every once in a while.

Leon’s hands gripped Everett’s thighs, tight enough to make him wince, but he kept stroking the man, finding his own pleasure from watching Leon reacting to his touch.

“Everett,” Leon gasped, his hips thrusting into his hand.

“That’s it, that’s right, just let go, let it all go,” Everett murmured, holding him up with one arm around his chest, his lips brushed against the shell of his ear.

Leon let out a wordless shout as he spent himself in Everett’s hand, thrusting powerfully and spilling his essense onto the floor. When he finished, he sagged against him, his heartbeat palpable against his chest. Everett gently brought him down to the bed, sitting next to him as he leaned against his shoulder, huffing and puffing for air.

“‘Rett,” he sighed, and smiled up at him with a satisfied look in his eyes. Everett’s heart shifted and he held the man just a little tighter while his head drooped tiredly against his shoulder. He quietly waited until Leon had enough energy to look up at him once more. “What about you?”

Everett blinked. “What about me?”

Leon’s eyes didn’t break contact as he slid one hand towards the button fly of Everett’ pants. He let out a shuddered breath as Leon undid each button with an unbearable slowness before he pulled out his hard cock, stroking him tentatively.

“Keep goin’,” Everett rumbled.

Leon’s eyes softened, and he smiled so beguilingly that Everett nearly came from that alone. However, he held himself together and watched in a delicious lust-filled haze as Leon spit in his own hand before stroking him just like he had done.

It felt so damn good, feeling Leon’s hand around him, seeing his half-lidded look of satisfaction as he pleased him.

“Does it feel good?” Leon asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Hell yes, it feels so damn good,” Everett breathed. “Faster, I’m close.”

Leon obliged, stroking him faster, tightening his grip and reaching down with his other hand to massage his balls.

“Oh, Leon,” Everett moaned as he came. He reached out and grabbed his jaw before pulling him in for a scorching, dominating kiss.

Leon was surprised, but quickly returned the heat in kind, their tongues fighting for dominance until Everett finally pulled back and held Leon’s hand.

“Stop, stop, I’m all spent,” he said, laughing. Leon laughed with him as he let go of him and pulled away.

“Now look at me,” Leon said, holding up his hand, wet with Everett’s spend. “I guess you’ll have to clean me up again.”

Everett just shook his head and gave him a wry grin. “Spoiled, that’s what you are.”

***

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, I got everything.”

Mateo let Everett take his bag and pack it on Cobalt’s saddle along with the rest of his own things. He and Everett hadn’t spoken about the previous night’s… activities, but he felt a connection with him, a comfortable feeling that stayed with him like a warm blanket.

They set off together, back to the town of Keeler to look for Paco, Mateo’s horse. Everett led his horse by the reins and walked beside Mateo, their hands brushing every once in a while. With every fleeting touch, Mateo’s determination waned. He had planned to go his own way after they found his horse to look for Min. He hadn’t told Everett that yet, of course.

When he had tried to bring up the topic of leaving on his own before, Everett had insisted on going with him, at least back to Keeler.

“I have to talk to the sheriff there anyway, find out if there’s any news about the Diablos Locos gang recently,” Everett had said.

Mateo had just acquiesced, but he was already plotting how to sneak away once he had his horse. He felt guilty for wanting to stay with Everett while also looking for Min. Maybe Everett could come with him—

No. That would make things extra awkward. He could just imagine the conversation:

Why yes Min, I had relations with another man, but only with our hands. No, I won’t share you. Unless you want to—

He quickly shook his head of the thought before the surge of heat made its way to his loins. Even the mere flash of a mental image of having Min between him and Everett was enough to make his breath catch. He had never wanted another lover, let alone share his current one, but for some reason he thought it could be possible with Everett.

“You alright?”

He looked over at the ranger, whose brow was furrowed with concern.

“You sure you’re good to travel?” Everett asked.

Mateo swallowed. “Yes, yes, I’m perfectly fine. I can handle a day’s walking, thank you.”

“Of course you are,” the ranger said as he turned away from him, but Mateo could see that he didn’t believe him, the concern in his eyes as clear as day.

By late afternoon, they had reached the location where Mateo had left Paco before he and Min had snuck off to take down the local gang for the bounty on their heads. It had been merely a week ago, and yet it felt like an eternity to him. Looking around, he could see a pile of dry horse manure and a piece of rein dangling from a tree branch.

“Paquito?” he called out into the forest. He whistled and walked around the area, continuing to call for him.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. His doubts began to whittle away at his mind. Did something happen to him?

“Maybe someone took’im,” Everett said quietly.

Mateo turned to him, pushing down the despair. “The reins didn’t get cut, they snapped,” he said, pointing back at the tree, now off in the distance. He could hear the slight edge of desperation in his own voice and swallowed the fear. “Paco probably just pulled himself off and ran around for a bit. He does that.”

Not wanting to see Everett’s skeptical expression, he turned around and continued to call for his horse.

A half hour passed.

“You don’t have to stay with me,” Mateo said over his shoulder. “I’m grateful for all you’ve done; you don’t have to do any more.”

Everett sighed. “I can’t in good conscience leave you in the forest by yourself.”

“You’re treating me like I’m weak,” he grumbled.

“I’m treating you like a friend,” Everett countered.

Shocked into silence by his sincerity, Mateo could only nod in acceptance before continuing to whistle for his horse.

Forty-five minutes since they entered the forest, and he finally, finally heard a familiar whinny. From behind a thicket, his pal, Paco the grullo mustang, crashed towards him.

“Paquito, you bastard!” he yelled in delight, running up to him. Paco, in return, headbutted him. Shaking off the blow, Mateo laughed and patted the horse’s neck, happy to see him a bit dirty, but otherwise unharmed.

***

Leon’s pure smile, untinged by melancholy or tiredness, was a sight to behold. It was as if Everett was watching the sun rise over the unsullied plains of the east, its golden light warming everything it touched. And so he stood there, watching, a small smile on his face, as Leon reunited with his horse as if he were a boy, a grin on his face and talking to him like he would an old friend.

When Leon finally turned back to Everett, his heart lurched. That golden, brilliant smile with all of its luminosity was directed straight at him, straight at his heart.

“See, told you he was around,” Leon said with a knowing grin, as if he had no doubt in his mind that Paco was just wandering around the area, waiting for him to return.

Everett could only nod, not wanting to spoil his good mood. “Alright, you were right. Now c’mon, let’s head to town and get some sleep. We’ll figure out where to head next in the mornin’.”

***

Mateo stared at Everett’s sleeping form in the moonlight. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay; far from it, in fact. But he had to go find Min. She was alone out there, and he wanted to make sure she was safe. He would head north, since that was the direction they were headed, and keep searching for her until he found her.

Then maybe he’d come back. Introduce them. And maybe…

He shook his head. Who was he kidding? He would find Min and they would continue to travel together as they always had, and he would put Everett and his brilliant blue eyes deep into the back of his mind and forget about him.

A soft snore coming from Everett broke his reverie. He leaned over slowly and checked to make sure he was still deeply asleep. He’d made sure of that earlier, the feel of holding him in his hand and sounds of the ranger’s satisfied moans of release still fresh in his memory.

Quietly getting his things, he snuck out of the room they had shared for the night, tiptoed down the stairs in the back of the saloon, and fled into the night.

***

“What the hell.”

Everett looked around, but finding nothing left of Leon, he could only assume that the man couldn’t wait to find his lover. He had been willing to go with him, to assist him in his search, but sooner or later, they’d find this woman, and then what? Leon would leave with her, leaving Everett alone once more.

“Probably better this way,” he muttered, although his heart stung something fierce.

***

Min finally lost the posse, nearly a quarter of the state south. She was safe. Now she just had to heal up, then she was going to turn right back around and murder all of them.

It took her weeks to heal, and another month of bounty work to get the money to restock on the ammunition she’d need to take out the rest of the posse. But she managed. She got her revenge.

But in doing so, she lost sight of the principles that Mateo had tried to instill in her. Be good. Be forgiving. Only kill if necessary.

She never found his body. Of course, after a couple of months, nature must have run its course. All she could find was his spare kerchief; it must have dropped from his pocket as his body was dragged away by animals—

She didn’t want to think about that. After wiping out the whole posse in cold blood, she didn’t want to think at all.

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