#and was slapping every face button on the controls after the final battle desperately trying to activate the ending lol great job

[locustsummers]

I love this description because it's objectively a good thing to take steps to make games more approachable and everything they point out is completely correct - especially the overall responsiveness of the movement - but at the same time, it's… Ys I.

kindness!

kindness!

overwhelming kindness!!

So yeah EGG Console Ys was delightful; a lovely surprise. It's held up well all these years on, and after playing through later updated versions like Chronicles with all their various new additions, this original PC release almost feels quite streamlined and breezy in comparison. (well, as 'streamlined' or 'breezy' as roundabout mazes like the Abandoned Mine and Darm Tower can get, anyway) And after hearing all the horror stories, it seemed like even the Dark Fact battle wasn't near as terrible as anticipated. Yeah absolutely the fight still sucks on toast, the lack of diagonal movement is cumbersome, and you'll still need a touch of luck to succeed, but I expected far worse.

Welp, time to sit and seethe because Ys II still isn't on D4's list of upcoming titles. Don't you dare leave us hanging!

[heresalittlestory]

You are reaching the end of what has turned out to be one of your favourite interviews of your entire career. You still can't believe you scored the opportunity to interview Beastie Boys, who you had admired for years, at their G Son studio. You enjoyed their banter and tried to keep up with their witty humour though the interview went off track several times. You loved how they could talk so earnestly about bullshit stories they made up, and your crush on Adrock and MCA was stronger than ever having spent an just under an hour with them in person. As you stand up to leave, Adrock is bragging about winning his last mix tape battle with Yauch.

"He has a pretty sweet finger on the pause button" Yauch agrees, winking at you, "but I'm not letting him beat me that easily, I've got some ideas for our next round."

"Thanks for your time, guys, this was fun," you try to savour the last few moments before leaving, thinking this day could not get any better. You are proven wrong when you receive a call from Adrock that afternoon. 

"Hey, I was just curious," he starts, "did you enjoy getting to know us better this morning?"

"Sure, why is that?" you respond, wondering what he is getting at.

"Well, Adam and I were talking and we'd like to get to know you a little better too." You detect a playful tone in his voice and feel your cheeks flush. You try not to sound too keen, responding, "oh, I'll have to check my diary."

Adrock isn't giving up easily, saying he had better see you on his doorstep at 6. Giddy with excitement and nerves, you pick out a nice casual dress and head to the address he gave you.

-

"I see your schedule was clear?" Adrock smirks as he opens the door. You smile shyly and walk in, breathing in the delicious smell of pesto. Adrock leads you to the kitchen where Yauch is cooking pesto pasta, he had been boasting about his recipe earlier that day. You notice he has thrown a plaid jacket over the grey t shirt he's wearing, it looks soft and well-worn. "Hey, nice of you to come over," he greets you with a mischievous smile.

Following dinner and a heated game of scrabble - in which Adrock once again beat Yauch and wouldn't stop rubbing it in - you are feeling confident and slide your hand onto Adrock's thigh, squeezing it gently. He returns the gesture, moving his hand further up your thigh towards where you are burning with desire. Yauch leaves to take a phone call and Adrock seizes the opportunity, leading you to his room. You are filled with nervous excitement, realising the guy you had been lusting after for so long is now hungry for you. Adam undoes the zip on the back of your dress and you let it fall to the floor. You unhook your bra and move over to his bed, watching with anticipation as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head, exposing his smooth chest and well-toned biceps. "You know, I spent that whole interview wishing I could see you like this" Adam says, and you giggle thinking how you been wishing the same thing about him. He lays you down and leans over you, kissing your lips as you let your hands roam along his lean torso. He directs his attention to your neck, kissing softly as he moves down further and then takes one nipple between his teeth, biting gently and drawing a faint squeal from you. He begins sucking as he plays with your free breast with his fingers.

Suddenly the door opens behind Adrock and you both freeze. You catch a momentary look of surprise on Yauch's face before a playful look spreads across it. "Starting without me? That's not how we're going to play this game."

Adrock frowns, "Come on, man, she chose me."

"Oh, is that right?" Yauch turns to you, and you can't help feeling amused watching them challenge each other again, but also a little annoyed that he's interupting this moment for you. 

You start to feel self-conscious and sit up, reaching for your bra. "No, don't stop!" Yauch demands, his hungry eyes gazing over your exposed body. He winks at Adrock as he walks over and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, "Adrock might have kicked my ass in scrabble tonight, but I'm not letting him win you over without a fight."

You feel the warmth between your legs growing, and despite Adrock's frown you catch a spark of excitement in his eyes. 

Adrock resumes his torturous journey down your body and somehow every touch feels even more electric with Yauch watching you both, jealousy in his eyes. You feel Adrock's breath on your lower region as he moves his head down between your legs. You quiver with anticipation. He takes you into his mouth, sucking gently at your labia before parting your lips with his tongue. He begins swirling the tip of his tongue around your clit and gazes up at you, taking in the pleasure in your face as you throw your head back. You writhe underneath him as his grip on your hips becomes tighter. Yauch adjusts himself and as you look over at him you can see the bulge growing through his tracksuit pants and desperately want to feel him. Adrock continues licking and sucking your most sensitive areas and you moan as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. He releases your hip with one hand, wetting his fingers with your juices and toying at your entrance with two fingers before pushing them in. He begins moving his hand faster, curling his fingers along your walls while his tongue assaults your clit. "Oh god, don't stop!" you cry out as your whole body tenses and you arch back. He continues pumping his hand as you ride waves of pleasure, and when he finally withdraws his fingers from your cunt you are aching for more. "Did you enjoy that?" he moves up and kisses you gently. Tasting yourself on his lips turns you on even more. You nod in response to his question and playfully nibble at his plump bottom lip. You let out a little whine as Adrock's lips leave yours and he growls, "don't worry, we're just getting started." 

By now, Yauch has started to undress and you notice the thick trail of hair leading down to his erect cock. "I want her now" he directs the statement at Adrock but his gaze doesn't leave your face. 

"Competitive, aren't you?" you tease them, overcome with excitement at the thought of them taking out their jealousy on you.

Your mouth is watering at the sight of Yauch's erection, and you notice his length is not unlike that of his fingers which you had been distracted by earlier in the day, thinking to yourself how those slender digits would be good for more than just playing bass.

Yauch is leaning over you now and you run your hands lightly over the hair on his forearms before reaching up to fondle the triangle shaped pendant handing around his neck. You're curious where he got it but before you can ask he leans in to devour your mouth, forcing his tongue inside. You reach down and feel his cock harden more in your hand while his tongue continues searching your mouth. He pauses momentarily, leaving your lips as look of concern comes across his face. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asks. You nod enthusiastically, "Oh yes Adam, please," you look across to Adrock, "I want you both to disrespect me." 

"Good," Yauch responds, "now I want to feel these pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock."

You take advantage of the opportunity to be in control and sit up, pushing him onto his back. You start licking his legs, making your way up his thighs as you lick and nibble the smooth skin along the inside. 

"Enjoying the show?" you quip to Adrock, wondering if he would get involved. He giggles in response and then mutters "fuck" under his breath as he watches you reach Yauch's cock. You trail your tongue up his length, swirling it around his tip before taking him into your mouth. 

"You know he enjoys having his balls fondled." Adrock jokes and you reach your hand around to cup them, rolling and gently tugging at them. Yauch moans loudly and runs his hands through your hair, tightening his grip as he forces you to take him deeper. Unable to take anymore, Adrock reaches out and pulls your hand away from Yauch, guiding it around his cock. You start pumping your hand in unison with the movement of your head and you can tell they are both close when Yauch tells you to stop, your lips making a pop sound as he pulls your head up to look into your eyes.

"I need to feel more of you" he says and then directs you, "come over to the edge of the bed."

"Aw come on, man" Adrock complains to Yauch as you let go of him to follow the directions. You give him a playful shove. 

As you move to lie down at the edge of the bed, Yauch stands up and grabs hold of your legs, spreading them apart and lifting them up to get a better view of your vagina. "You're so beautiful" he says, smiling with those cute crooked teeth. Then with a low growl he continues, "and I'm going to fuck this sweet cunt of yours until you're screaming my name." 

Before you even have a chance to register what he has said he enters you with a forceful thrust and you cry out, but the initial pain subsides and the feeling of him finally filling you all the way is incredible. He slowly draws out before thrusting hard into you again and he keeps up this forceful rhythm for a little while before picking up the pace. His movements become more rapid and you can hear his skin slapping against yours as he hits your most sensitive spot over and over, driving you closer to the edge. You need more stimulation so you reach down to rub your clit and hear Adrock moan "fuuuck" at the sight of you pleasuring yourself. He gets up and stands next to Yauch, jerking himself off as he watches you fuck. "Isn't she fucking amazing?" Yauch looks at Adrock before smirking and turning back to you as you feel your orgasm building, "I own this cunt, you understand?" You feel your whole body shudder and your cunt is throbbing around Yauch's hard cock as you scream out "fuck, Adam! Don't stop!" 

But before Yauch can finish, Adrock takes control again, "give her back."

"You'll have to pry me out of her" Yauch teases as Adrock shoves him, pulling him out of you. 

"Onto your hands and knees" he demands and you immediately obey. "Yauch doesn't fucking own you, I had you first" he says, and the jealousy in his voice turns you on even more. He wraps his hands firmly around your hips as he enters you without warning and you feel yourself stretch little more to adjust to his girth. He moves his hands under you and starts to massage your sensitive breasts, pinching and tweaking as he thrusts deeper into you. "Oh you like that?" he asks in response to your moaning.

"Yes, fuck me harder" you manage to say, already feeling like you're about to be split in two. Adam's thrusts become more desperate and he lets out a growl as he pulls out and empties himself all over your back. You both collapse onto the bed and as you roll over Adrock slides his arm behind your neck, kissing your forehead softly. 

"Hey we are NOT done yet" Yauch says as he straddles you and you take in a quick breath in expecting the same force from him as earlier. But he is gentler with you this time, swirling the tip of his cock around your opening before slowly sliding all the way into you. "I want you to remember exactly how this feels in you" he says as he picks up his pace. Adrock reaches down to tease your clit, pushing you over the edge again. 

"Fuck! You feel so good" you cry as you feel the warmth of him finishing in you. You whimper as he pulls out, still feeling so sensitive. Yauch lays down on the other side of you as you both catch your breath.

-

As you freshen up in the shower you can hear the guys arguing and you smile to yourself. You step out of the bathroom and see them waiting for you. 

"So?" Yauch questions with a smirk.

"Oh come on, you don't really expect me crown one of you the winner, do you?" you reply, playfully pushing past him to collect your things.

"Wasn't that the point?" Adrock asks, "if that wasn't enough for you to decide, how about you stay the night and see if we can't help make up your mind?"

- Beastie Groove

[driversmutbucket]

Kitten X

I can’t, and i can’t stress this enough, believe this frivolous ho has written a 10 part series. I mean, granted, a lot of it is straight porn. But still.  I love these two. Lets marry them.   Yes i did cry writing this because i am ridiculous and emotionally attached. 

To catch up on this series please refer to my master post. 

(this looks like a wedding photo right?!)

Kylo Ren AU x Reader Warnings: disgusting levels of fluff, mentions of pregnancy, NSFW

 9 months later

“Better late than never!” Your mom smiled as she laced up the back of your gown.

“Oh come on, I’m hardly an old maid at 34 mother.” you sighed, rolling your eyes. 

“I know, I know darling, we are very happy for you, your father and I. We were just worried we would be in the grave before you ever settled down” She patted your shoulder, “you look lovely.” 

-

Your parents were old school. You were their only child, and they had you later in life after a long battle with infertility. Had they planned your life things would be very different. They had found your focus on academia and career baffling, failing to understand how it was more fulfilling than settling down and starting a family. 

They meant well, they really did, and despite your contrasting beliefs on many matters, you remained close. 

Kylo had survived a family Christmas, your mom was particularly smitten with him. He had survived 1000 questions, photo albums, extremely dubious political chat and constant hints about grandchildren. Every night you had apologized profusely, he just chuckled and told you they really weren’t that bad. 

Kylo proposed in mid-January, booking out the entire the Italian restaurant you had your first date in. You had accepted through sobs, as the staff all clapped and cheered. 

-

It was now August, and the leaves were changing colour, the days slightly cooler and shorter. 

You had planned an intimate wedding in a downtown Hotel that you both loved the historical architecture of. In attendance were a handful of friends and family, uninterested in a big showy affair, you had opted on quality rather than quantity. 

Your metallic silk gown made you feel beautiful. The corset design accentuated your figure, and the deep v neckline was sexy yet tasteful. The gown evoked 1920s glamour, and you had your hair styled and makeup applied to echo the era.

Your father even became misty eyed when he saw you, “Like an old-hollywood beauty, you look lovely sweetheart.” He said gruffly, trying to discreetly dab his eyes. 

-

Heart pounding, you waited outside the doors of the small ceremony room clutching your father's arm. 

Cat Power - Sea of Love began to play softly. 

You were already blinking back tears as you stepped through the doors, Kylo’s head snapping up from where he stood at the front of the room. 

He didn’t, for one second, take his eyes off you as you made your ascent up the aisle. 

Kylo shook your father's hand when you made it to the front, he then placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Y/n, babe, you look fucking incredible, so beautiful, Kitten.” 

“Thank you”, you beamed, “you look so handsome.”

He did. In a classic tuxedo, Kylo looked very dapper. His eyes shone with emotion. 

-

Time seemed to go at warp speed as you tried to soak everything up, remember every detail. How Kylo couldn’t take his eyes off you. How he whispered ‘my wife’ into your ear every so often, like he was in disbelief. How your mom and Jan clutched each other and dabbed their eyes during your vows. How Luke beamed at Kylo and clapped him on the back, expressing his pride. 

As Kylo took your hand for the first dance, your heart swelled as the opening notes of Into my arms by Nick Cave played. You had told Kylo to pick a song and not tell you what it was.

His arm circled your waist and pulled your body to his. 

I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you

Your eyes swam with tears for the upteenth time as he kissed the top of your head before resting his forehead against your own. 

“Don’t cry Kitten.” He teased, his own eyes glossy. 

You sang the words of the next verse softly to him. 

Oh, not to touch a hair on your head Leave you as you are If he felt he had to direct you Then direct you into my arms

As the chorus played tears were running silently down your cheeks now, as happiness, gratitude and love overwhelmed you.

Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms

Kylo wiped the tears away with his thumbs as he cupped your face, kissing your lips softly. 

And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true

“My angel.” He hummed, before pressing another kiss on your lips.

But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you Both to each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms

Other couples joined you on the floor, there weren’t many dry eyes to be seen. 

You chuckled softly, nodding towards Jan “you better dance with Jan after this baby.” 

Her face was blotchy from crying, as she looked on, radiating so much joy that Kylo couldn’t help but grin. 

But I believe in Love And I know that you do, too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning Make her journey bright and pure That she'll keep returning Always and evermore

“Perfect song choice.” You sighed, as it came to a close.

Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms

-

You blinked and it was over. 

The honeymoon suite in the hotel was yours for the night.

“Let’s go consummate this holy union Mrs Ren” Kylo murmured playfully into your ear as you both walked into the elevator. 

You giggled, buzzed on the champagne coursing through your veins. 

“I can’t believe I have a husband.” You grinned, running your fingers down the lapels of his jacket. 

“Can’t believe I bagged such a fucking hot wife.” He mirrored your grin, eyes dancing with mischief as you slapped his chest in mock shock. 

The elevator dinged, and Kylo led you to the door of the suite.

“Can’t wait to kick these shoes off.” You sighed.

“Can’t wait to rip your dress off.” He replied, opening the door. 

“Rip this dress and I will divorce you, Ren.” you deadpanned. 

“You wound me, Kitten.” He winked, shrugging off his jacket.

You quickly stepped into the bathroom and slipped out of your dress. The lingerie beneath was as important as the dress. White and luxurious, the delicate lace bustier and thong accentuate your curves, stockings were held up by straps connected to the bustier. You primped your hair slightly before re-emerging and leaning against the door frame. 

“So what- oh fuuuuuuuuuck!” Kylo stopped dead, midway through undoing his cuff links. 

You raised your eyebrow with a smug smile, “what were you saying?”

“I was going to ask what you wanted to do…. if you wanted some more champagne.” He gestured blindly at the bottle next to the bed, eyes drinking you in.

“What I want,” you began walking toward him, as he sat on the edge of the bed, “is for my husband to make love to me,” You purred, stopping in front of him and bending over, resting your hands on his thighs, “then yes, I will have some more champagne, preferably in a bubble bath.”

“Babe, right now you could ask for anything and I would give it to you.” His voice a bit deeper, as you stood back up, his fingers ghosting down your sides. 

You did a slow twirl, “do you like?” 

He nodded dumbly, like his brain was short circuiting. 

Clutching your waist he pulled you between his legs and kissed along your collarbone. 

You loved how far his hands were able to reach around your waist, you felt so safe in those big hands. 

You sighed happily as his mouth moved down, teasing your covered nipples with his tongue.

Reaching for his shirt you began fumbling with his buttons, as his hands slid down and cupped your bottom, squeezing gently.

“Lay on the bed.” Kylo murmurs against your skin. 

You make a show of crawling into the middle of the plush mattress, wiggling your ass before laying down and propping yourself up on your elbows. 

“Fucking hellllllllllllll, that is my wife!” His smile devilish and smug and he strips off his remaining clothing. 

“Kylo?” he pauses and looks up, just as he is about to pull down his trousers. “I’m not on birth control anymore.” 

You chew your lip nervously as it dawns on him what you are insinuating. 

“Do you want to-” he began, eyes wide.

“I mean, only if-” 

“YES, yes! Fuck! babe, are you serious?” The hope and glee on Kylo’s face was enough to make you melt into a puddle. 

“I want nothing more than my husband to put a baby in me.” you couldn’t help grinning at how those words sounded coming out of your mouth, kind of ridiculous but kind of...erotic? 

Apparently Kylo found it very bloody erotic. He was buck naked in seconds and crawling over you, caging you beneath him, his rock hard cock prodding your stomach.

You arched your back as he dragged his nose down into the valley between your breasts, burying his face in between them with a soft moan. He unclasped your bra, tossing it off the bed while he admired your breasts, as they sat naturally. 

“Perfect tits.” he murmured, tweaking a nipple, you gasped- then whimpered as he quickly soothed the sting with his mouth. 

Gripping behind your knees, Kylo pushed your legs up and out beside your torso. He kept his hands there, spreading you wide, running his mouth over the lace of your thong as you desperately tried to thrust.

“These panties are very damp Kitten.” He breathed, finally letting go of your legs. “Hold your legs up for me.” You replaced his hands with your own.

He tugged the flimsy fabric aside and pressed a kiss on your clit. 

“Fuck.” You hissed. 

He pushed one finger, then another into your sopping cunt, scissoring them slightly to stretch you out.

Keeping his fingers inside you, working you into a fit of whines and whimpers, Kylo scaled your body, seeking your mouth with his own. Hot and heavy kisses as his fingers continued pumping, your hand wrapped around his hard length.

He removed his fingers and positioned you on your side so you were leaning into your elbow. He straddled your bottom leg and pulled the thong aside, pushing into your warmth with a grunt and he settled behind you. You twisted back so your mouths could meet again as his hand found your breast. 

It wasn’t fevered fucking, it was passionate and luxurious love making. His hand roaming your body, tracing your curves. His mouth kissed you, peppered kisses down your neck and over your shoulder. 

“My wife.” He murmured in your ear, on more than one occasion. 

You whimpered and moaned, the position meant he could get deep inside you, hit your g spot relentlessly as he thrust his hips. 

You came with a cry as his fingers expertly worked your clit, he followed soon after as your whispered sweet sentiments in his ear. 

The second he pulled out, he was elevating your hips, shoving pillows under your butt.

“Ahh...what the fuck are you doing?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Keeping my cum in you.” he replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You barked out a laugh, but he was deadly serious, “stay there and i’ll run the bath.”

You watched with an amused smile, from your ridiculous position as he grabbed the champagne and glasses and disappeared into the bathroom. 

-

As Kylo led you into the bathroom you gasped, there were candles on every surface and a small table next to the large bath held a bunch of roses, the champagne, strawberries and a gift bag. 

“Did you organise all this…” you looked at Kylo in wonder. 

He just nodded silently, studying your face as if to gauge your reaction. 

“This is beautiful, thank you.” you said softly, pressing a kiss on his lips. 

He began to undress you, pulling off the remainder of your lingerie before helping you into the large tub. 

“Oh my god this is heavenly!” you groaned, sinking into the hot water. Your aching feet from a day in heels soothed. 

Kylo pulled you into him and you rested your head back against his chest with a happy sigh. 

He reached and pulled a red box from the bag next to the bath. 

“Kitten, for you.” he smiled, as you hurriedly dried your hands and took the box. 

“Kylo! Jesus Christ!” you breathed, recognising the unmistakable design of the jewellery box as that of Cartier. 

You opened it slowly, revealing a beautiful gold necklace. The round pendant was inlaid with what was surely diamonds. You gaped at it, silently.

“Is it ok?” Kylo sounded slightly worried. 

You handed it to him blindly, “can you put it on me please, baby?” your voice wobbling. 

You traced the circle gently as he fastened it, before turning around completely, “what do you think?” you asked.

“Perfect.” he smiled adoringly. 

“I love it, but i didn’t get you anything! I feel-!” you fretted. 

“Y/n, you married me. That’s enough for me, forever.” 

“If you could stop making me cry that would be really great.” you sniffed, wiping your eyes, “I’m dehydrated from all this crying.” 

He grinned, pulling you into his lap and handing you a glass on bubbles. 

“Drink this and stop blubbering, silly Kitten.” he teased. 

You flicked water at him. 

-

You ate room service in fluffy robes at 2 in the morning, before collapsing into the bed, exhausted from the day. 

You snuggled into the warmth of his body, right when you were drifting off Kylo began thinking aloud.

“We need to get you on prenatal vitamins babe, and i’ll find ask the board who the best OBGYN is, we should really get you in there as soon-”

“Baby, i love you, but please shut up and go to sleep.” you mumbled, sleepily.

-----

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[notyetneedcoffee]

Trapped

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: +18 for ROUGH SMUT - this is ‘sex pollen’ story!

A/N: Thanks to everyone for the great feedback on my other works! It’s unbelievable and I’m so grateful. I’ll be posting more and a master list during the week.

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“Bucky!”  

You called out as soon as you saw him standing, muscles tense and backed into the far wall. His eyes locked onto something you couldn’t see, but terror plastered across his face kicked every instinct in your body into high ear. You swept the room, gun in hand. No one hid in corners. No bodies littered the floor. The metallic door slid shut behind you. You lowered your gun, but not your guard.  

“Bucky? What the hell? Snap out of it.”

He pushed his back harder against the wall, hands in fists, and wide eyes locked on open glass isolation case in front of him. “Y/N, you need to leave.”

“What’s going on?” You asked, stepping a little closer until his hand shot up as if to hold you back.

“Just go.”

“Buck. Talk to me.”

The two of you were sent to investigate a potential HYDRA archive in an old, seemingly abandoned factory outside Detroit. To any casual observer it looked like any of a dozen other decaying industrial buildings. For the two of you, locating the secret sub-levels turned out to be an easy task. The building still had minimal power, but not much else. No work had been done in the secret lab for a very long time by the looks of it.

“Please.” He whimpered, teeth clenching. It was the worse sound you’d ever heard him make. “Go. Leave. Back to the hotel. I’ll explain later.”

“What?” When his eye’s finally rose, you saw such desperation. Something was seriously wrong. “Okay. Okay, Buck, I’ll go.”

Backing away from him, looking for whatever may have concerned him so much, you didn’t see anything dangerous. Still, you’d been going on missions with him since first joining the Avengers and you trusted him implicitly. The two of you were close. You didn’t have the negative history with him that some of the others did, and once you actually got him to talking, you liked his dry sarcasm. It didn’t take long to make a connection. You valued his company and friendship.

You felt more than you probably should, but you weren’t sure how to admit it . . . Yet.

Reaching the door, you pushed down on the release button. It didn’t budge. You gave it your full attention. The sliding door, a solid metal wall, had no handle. Tracks were tucked up in the wall with barely a quarter inch gap. The control panel still showed active, only it remained locked.  

“Bucky. I can’t it’s locked.”

“Wh- What?” He gripped the steel table in front of him, eyes clamped shut.  

You turned around to get a better look at him. He’d unzipped his tac vest. A light flush covered his neck and face. He’d broken out in a sweat. In two years, the only time you’d seen him sweat was on marathon sparing sessions with Rogers.  

“We’re locked in.” You moved to his side. “Bucky, what the fuck is wrong? You are not okay. Don’t lie to me.”

When your hand lightly covered his right hand, he went stock still. His breath froze. As you said his name again, his eyes opened staring straight at you. The beautiful blue of his eyes could hardly be seen from his irises blown wide. His tongue slipped out and moistening his generous lips. Heat radiated off his skin.

You’d seen moments, touches of, that look. Occasionally, after a night of shooting pool or a morning of wrestling in the gym, he would grant you with that look. It always disappeared quickly, locked down under his tight control. Every time it warmed your blood and created an itch to be touched. A look of pure sex.  

This look took your breath away and flooded your panties. A raw, primal desire radiated off him.  

“Fuck.” Bucky growled again and threw himself face first into the corner. His hands tugged at his hair. “Fuck. Dammit. Get out, Y/N. You have to find a way out. Now, doll. Get out.”

“What is going on? You’re scaring me, Buck.”

He groaned loudly. “The green bottle. On the table. It’s, oh Christ, it’s a chemical to, ah, to make the soldiers like me, dammit, react.” He made a choked noise, pained. “You have to get out, before I touch – before I hurt you. Doll, I keep it under control, but I’m not going to be able to with this in my system.”

A wave of conflicting emotion hit you. Natasha briefed you once on all the crazy experiments HYDRA did. One was a breeding program. The sick bastards came up with a targeted hyper-aphrodisiac. Concern and worry for Buck fought directly with thrill of his statement. Did he desire you as much as you desired him? He said he kept it under control. All those looks, those moments of want and desire. Perhaps they were real.  

You’d always been attracted to him. That physique – those thighs – that you wanted wrap yourself around. You wanted to taste his jaw line and bury your hands in his soft hair. You wanted more than the casual touches and friendly hugs. You wondered in private moments if he made the same growls and groans in passion as he did when sparing.

You knew the only way to make it better. He had to fuck it out of his system. You felt bad, knowing control was a precious thing for Bucky. Losing any free will remained his worst nightmare. Still, the idea about made you groan with excitement.  

His left fist slammed into the concrete wall, cracking it. You jumped. “Stop it, Doll. Please.”

“Buck?”

He pushed his face into the corner harder, practically shaking. “Y/N, I can fucking smell you. You’re wet and I can fucking tell.”

“I can’t open the door. It’s locked.”

“Try!” He screamed.

You jumped again and went to the control panel. You tried to pry the cover off with your pocket knife, but it wasn’t fast enough. He suddenly rushed towards you. With a roar his left fist broke through the control panel. He swung around, violently attacking the door. It dented, but didn’t give.  

“Bucky stop!” You backed against the opposite wall.  

He panted, growling heavy and raw breaths. “Call for help.”

“We’re too deep. Coms died a floor up. You know that. No one will come looking until we miss the check in – three hours at least.” You kept your voice quiet. This had been an easy investigation with no signs of activity. It was just the two of you.  

“Doll,” he whined. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Buck,” you started cautiously. “We both know what the solution here is. The longer you hold out the worse it’ll get. Right now. . . “

“I’m not going to force. . . “

“You’re not.”  

He wrapped his arms around himself tight and tipped his head enough to look at you.  

“You said you could tell.” Carefully you moved closer. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I think, even without this shit in your system, you want me too. You would not be forcing me.”

“I have wanted – do want...” He hit the door again. “Shit! It shouldn’t be like this!”

“Bucky.” Your hand barely landed on his arm, when he spun you up against the door.  

His right hand grabbed you jaw, holding you as he delved into your mouth for a bruising kiss. No preamble. No chaste touch. You opened to him immediately, tongues battling, messy and deep. Bucky’s thigh pressed between your legs, body grinding into you. You tugged at his hair. He moaned, metal hand pulling at your clothes.  

Your holster and tac vest hit the floor. His left hand snuck under your shirt and made you shiver as he pulled you closer. You broke the kiss long enough to jerk your shirt over your head. With a sharp tug and a rip, he tore your bra off.  

“God, Doll.” He lifted you, swiping the table clear and dropping you on top. His mouth attached to your nipple, sucking and biting. Dancing the line between pain and pleasure you cried out. He pulled at your pants.

Pulling them to your boots, he flipped you over with your chest against the cold table. Hips against the edge, Bucky held you down with a hand in you hair. His right hand dropped between your legs, barely swiping over your wet flesh before sliding two fingers into your cunt. You tightened around his digits, so excited it nearly brought you to the edge.  

“Fuck.” You groaned. He pumped you harder.

“Your soaking for me.” Bucky’s hand left your head. You looked over your shoulder to see him unfasten his pants. “Fuck, Doll, I – oh god, I need you – want to make it good for you. You’re gonna come for before I sink my cock in you.”

You felt the length of him rub against your hip. His metal hand dug reach around to you breast, arching your back toward him. His fingers rubbed strongly against the slickness in your cunt.  He latched his wet mouth to your shoulder at the base of you neck, licking and tasting. You felt heat rush to your core. Your thighs quivered. Hot and wet mouth on you neck. Strong fingers pumping against your g spot. He set a fevered, desperate pace, pulling you along with him. His metal fingers pulled at your nipple. Buck bit down on the back of your neck and you came hard, screaming, squirting fluid over his hand.  

“Yes.” He moaned, holding your back against his chest, head tilted up so you could see him lick the taste of you off his fingers. “So fucking good. Just for me.”

He pushed you against the table again. His hand swept over your ass before slapping it hard enough to leave his hand print. You cried out. Bucky slipped his cock into you with a single powerful thrust. You cried out again. His fingers dug into your hips hard.

“Baby, I- oh shit- I’m trying to…”

“Fuck me, Bucky.” You cried out. The feeling of the stretch, intense weight of him in you, making you quiver. You needed him to move. You needed more. “Fuck me hard.”

A groan erupted deep in his chest and he slid nearly all the way out before slamming into you again, and again. He nearly knocked the breath from you. Any pain from the edge of the table didn’t register. The pressure of his hands. The heat in your core. The slapping of skin. Your moans mixed with his. That was all that existed.  

Just as your legs began to quiver with another approaching release, Bucky pulled away and flipped you onto your back on the table, ass at the edge. He lift your legs, tied together by your pants, over his left shoulder. He buried his cock back into your soaking cunt, causing your back to arch. “Look at me, Baby. I want to see those eyes.”

You locked gazes.  

“Tell me you want me fucking you.” He growled, thrusting hard and fast.

“Fuck yes, Bucky.” You voice came out breathy.

“Tell me you want me.”  

“Yes.” The intensity grew. The air felt thick.  

“Are you my girl?” His mouth dropped open, panting.

“Yes.” It was nearly too much.

“You’re mine.” He fucked you harder.

“Yes!”

“Say it.” He growled.

“I’m yours, Buck. Just yours. Your girl.” At your words his hips snapped. Your orgasm hit you hard. You cried out. Bucky ground hard, emptying into you.    

Panting heavy he hugged your legs to him. His right hand slipped over your hip where your hand met and intertwined with his. You studied his gorgeous face, seeing no more of the tightness, no more of the desperation.  

A giggle bubbled up from you. His eye snapped to your face in shock. “What?” You smiled back. “I feel really good right now. How about you?”

Slowly, a bright smile spread across his face. He kissed your leg. “Pretty damn good.”

Bucky lowered your legs until you were standing, although a little shakily. He knelt beside you and unzipped your boots, lifting one foot and then other gently out. He left you standing completely naked in front of him.  

You grinned down at him. “What are you doing?”

He ran his hands up the back of your thighs, kissing along the way. Bucky paused at the bruises blooming on your hips where you were pressed into the table. A furrow marred his strong brow as he traced gentle fingers over your skin.

“I didn’t notice, it felt too good.”

Blue eyes plead for forgiveness.  

You ran your fingers through his hair, away from his face. “Have you ever known me to lie to you? Ever? Buck, I’ve wanted you for a long time. You did not hurt me.”

He kissed your belly, running strong hands over your ass.

You giggle again. “Now, what are you doing?”

The devilish smile shined up at you as he unzipped his own boots. “I figure since we’re trapped for a few more hours anyway, I’d show my girl a softer touch.”

You bit your lip, flushed. Being able to drink in the sight of his naked form, strong and gorgeous. Body wonderfully sore and sated. Warm at the sound of him meaning it when he called you his girl. “Well, then, get over here, Soldier.”

His smile widened. He cradled your face in his hands, and kissed your lips. Soft and warm, Bucky tasted your mouth. His forehead rested on yours as you shared a deep sigh. He chuckled. “I should have done that a long time ago. Since we’re doing this whole thing backwards, will you let me take you to dinner?”

“I don’t know. I’m not that easy. Maybe we should start with coffee.” You deadpanned.

Bucky laughed, a deep joyous belly laugh. It was the best sound you’d ever heard.  

[philipsgaiamemories]

Secret Meetings

Fandom: Kamen Rider Gaim

Relationship: Kumon Kaito/ Kazuraba Kouta

Summary: No one could find out how Kouta got his extra cash. No one

Rating: Explicit!

[SOMETHING WHILE YOU GUYS WAIT FOR MY OTHER REQUESTS TO BE FILLED]

‘How did it end up this way?’

The current leader of Team Gaim, Kazuraba Kouta, sighed gently as he walked up slowly to a familiar tall, expensive building.  Somehow he kept coming back here, back to this place which held Team Baron’s fancy club house.  As much as he hated himself for coming here, this place kept calling him.

It all started in Kumon Kaito’s, Baron’s leader, apartment not too long ago.  In his dimly lit hallway, Kouta had tripped over himself, and in the heat of the moment, he found himself peeling away at Kaito’s perfectly pressed pants.  The stand-offish man attempted to resist, but gave in quickly to Kouta’s impulsive nature. Gave in to the energetic boy’s mouth…What happened after was a blur. The two were suddenly wrapped up in one another, Kaito refusing to let Gaim’s Leader go, demanding more.  The small boy could feel his cheeks flush hotly, remembering the warm gel against his skin, the heat of being entered, and the pleasure of being violated.

Ding-Dong

And after all of that, as he was trying to leave the apartment, for some reason Kaito shoved money into his hands. It was an strange interaction, but, the face of Baron’s Leader had an even stranger expression.  A mixture of uncertainty, of awkwardness, as if he wanted to say something more but couldn’t.  And since then…

The door opened to Baron’s clubroom, but its occupant did not hang in the door way, retreating into the hallway.  This wasn’t unusual treatment though…yet, ever since that night, and seeing that puzzling expression, Kouta had returned multiple times, as if drawn to see it again.   Shutting the door behind him, Gaim’s leader followed the soft footsteps through the dimly lit hallways, until they reached the quiet, dark, clubroom.  The blinds to the empty clubroom were drawn, shielding them from the public eyes.  It was just Kouta and-

Stealthily from the shadows came a taller male, dressed in scarlet and black, wrapped his arms around the smaller dancer.

“K-Kaito!” A small breath left Kouta, feeling the warmth of Baron’s leader’s lips against his neck.  

Kaito’s voice was dark, and low again Gaim’s ear. “Back again, Kazuraba?”  

The smaller boy turned around, a slow smile crossing his lips. He stood on his tip toes wrapping his arms around his rival, feeling the heat radiate from his body. Kouta nodded his head, staring into the dark hard eyes of Kaito.

“Hm…I figured with all of this…you could blow some steam. And Christmas is around the corner…”

It was a lie of course, he didn’t need the money that badly.  But, to be here, to get this close to the elusive Kumon Kaito, Kouta had to stretch the truth a little.

Baron’s leader scoffed, “Heh, I guess it can’t be helped.” With that, Kaito’s large hand lifted, and grabbed Kouta’s chin.  Lifting it slowly, the taller man lowered his face, and pressed his lips roughly against the small dancer’s.  

There it was…that warmth and intensity of his lips that was the cause of his addiction. Everything that Kaito did, everything that he was, was full of wild unbridled passion.  It was a drug which he craved more and more, his fingers sliding into the soft, perfectly styled hair urging the taller boy closer. It didn’t take much, the gentle teasing was all that was needed for the taller boy.  

Kaito’s hands lifted up, and cupped around Kouta’s small face, pulling him closer. Normally such an act would be affectionate but for the leader of Team Baron, it was more of a power move, a show of dominance. It caused goose bumps to crawl all up Kouta’s skin, and his heart to pound against his small chest.  He would never admit that though, he couldn’t admit that…that, he enjoyed all of this.  

The two began to move backwards in the room, their lips still connected, Kaito refusing to let go. The sound of chairs, scraping against the floor echoed through the empty space, as they were forced out of the way. It was barely noticed though by the boys, because Kouta’s hands were too busy grabbing at the small black buttons to Katio’s vest.  The last time, the young Kamen Rider was too eager, and pulled at the buttons, popping a few right off his expensive Baron uniform.  Of course, that lead to some consequences…luckily all the scratches that he sustained, healed quickly, so all that was left now was faint lines.

But as Kouta was finishing his work on the vest buttons, and half way through the dress shirt, Kaito had already lead them across the room.  Suddenly, Gaim’s Leader, felt the cold metal of the car against his back.  Slowly, his lips were released, as Baron grabbed at Kouta’s jacket unzipping it in one fluid motion.  

“M-mph…”  

Kaito’s dark, hazy gaze flicked down, and glared hatefully at the Gaim shirt Kouta wore underneath.  Slowly, Baron’s large hand slipped underneath the shirt, his fingertips stroking across Kouta’s sensitive abs.  The muscles underneath twitched anxiously, as if aching to be touched more, and of course Baron was eager to comply.

The smaller boy let out a hot breath, his lips hovering right below his secret lover. His mind now completely fogged, feeling flames crawl up and down his stomach with each stroke of Kaito’s fingers. Kouta’s hands shakily reached out, and grabbed at the buttons again, quickly undoing them.  Pushing the fabric aside, the fingers of Gaim’s lead traced across the curves of Baron’s defined muscles.  

An incoherent sound came from Katio’s throat, as he buried his face against the smaller boy’s neck.  Kouta could feel pressure, pricks, against the sensitive skin, and he automatically knew he would have to hide bruises later.  This sensation was also followed by the Kaito’s warm hands slide across his thin waist.

“K-Kaito!” Kouta let out a soft whine, unable to control himself.  The holder of Banana Arms felt the need to leave marks all over the smaller boy, another way he would show his dominance.  Or maybe, a way to mark his territory?

With a soft growl Kaito pushed his hips forward, pressing his finger’s into Kouta’s firm rear; causing the small boys hips to thrust up immediately in surprise.

“Mmph!” The taller Leader captured Kouta’s lips immediately, silencing him and his whimpers. Their hips grinded up against one another, as the smaller male was pressed up against the car, unable to move. Lightening crackled up their bodies with each rub, small gasps escaping from their desperate kiss.  Then, through the thin fabric separating their warm bodies, the smaller boy could slowly feel a hardness growing from Kaito’s waist.

Against Baron’s lips, Kouta smiled, normally the composed boy took his time enjoying the teasing, but today…Today, Kaito was riled up and frustrated, his large hands sliding across Kouta’s skin towards the front. Finally, those hands grabbed at Gaim’s front, pulling at the buttons undoing them with ease. The quiet sound of a zipper slowly becoming undone danced in the air, causing Kouta to shiver in anticipation.  No, Kaito was not the only one who was anxious and riled up.  

“A-Ah!~”

As the zipper went down, the taller man’s fingertips brushed against his hardened length which was protruding from his jeans.  

Kaito scoffed, his face morphing into that amused sneer, “Already?...I hardly touched you…” His long fingers slipped within the pants, and rubbed against the moist cotton boxers teasingly.  Each touch released pleasured moan and whimpers from the smaller boy, encouraging Kaito even more. As riled up as Baron’s lead was, he truly took pleasure out of hearing those noises from Kouta.  Sometimes those whimpers lead to –

“A-ah…Kaito!”

That.

The smaller boy couldn’t help, but shift his hips uncontrollably, rubbing themselves up against Katio’s long fingers.  It wasn’t just on the dance floor, or battle field where Kaito wanted to be the best, he had to be an expert on everything, and, it felt…incredible.  His length was throbbing and aching with every stroke adding fuel to the fire boiling within him.  The breath coming out of Gaim’s leader was becoming sporadic, into a deep, heated panting.

Kouta’s mind was spinning, unable to form any rational thought beyond just the base desire for more pleasure.  Kaito was a drug, and the smaller boy willingly because an addict for it.

The sweet torture did not last long though, as the taller man lifted his hands, and grabbed at Kouta’s pants.  Tugging the waist line, Kaito forcibly turned the boy around, Kouta’s hands grabbing at the model’s cold car door for support.  He knew what was coming next as he felt the cool air rush up his hot skin, causing him to shudder. Baron’s leader had yanked his pants and underwear down with one swift move, reveling Kouta’s hardened length for the other mans amusement.  

From behind, Gaim’s leader could hear the rustling of clothes, and in his minds’ eye he could see Katio’s pristine pants, and expensive briefs, falling into a pile on the floor around his feet.  Suddenly, Kouta felt warm fingertips crawl up his legs, until-

Smack

He felt the pleasurable sting of Kaito sharply slapping his rear, “Ah! O-Oi Kaito!”    

Baron snorted, his tone annoyed, but Kouta knew there was a smirk across his handsome face. “Quiet.”

The hands returned, rubbing Gaim’s firm ass, before he felt something hot press against his skin.  He could feel his butt-cheeks spread and before Kouta could prepare himself, he felt the sharp pain of being violated.

“AH!~<3” The small fingers of Gaim’s leader pressed into the cold car door, with the overwhelmingly painful sensation. He could feel Katio’s length press further into him until he could feel the man’s waist against his rear.  

Biting his lip, Kouta let out a loud whimper, feeling the taller man’s length slide back from within him, and glide back in, in slow thrusts.  Katio’s fingers pressed into Kouta’s thin waist, holding him in place, as he slowly rocked back and forth.  

“Mmmh!”

The soft rhythmic sound of flesh colliding, alongside the soft sounds of grunting and whimpering from the two boys, filled the room.  At first, the pain rocked him, knocking the breath out of him.  But now…after it melted away, the sensation was incredible!  Kaito filled every inch of Kouta’s being, stretching him out from the inside.  Some sort of strange mixture of pain and pleasure, that caused his body to go haywire.  

Gaim’s leader felt licks of fire crawl up his pale back, feeling the taller man’s lips brush, and drag across his skin.  Each movement was methodical, going over each sensitive spot as if Kaito was indulging on a treat, and didn’t want to gobble it up too quickly.  All the while of course, the brash man was claiming him.  

“A-Ah!”

Kouta let out sharp yelps, feeling Kaito’s teeth bite into his back, leaving dark bruises all over his skin.  From behind him, the small boy could hear Baron’s lead let out an annoyed sigh, his breath hot against his skin.

“So noisy…”

Suddenly Gaim’s leader felt his short chocolate hair being grabbed, and then pulled back. Gasping softly, Kouta’s head was forced back, a shock of lightening racing down his body, from the sudden show of force.  

“Kai-to” A soft needy whine came from the smaller boy, as his head was held up feeling his hair being pulled.

Scoffing, “Heh.”  Kaito then quietly growled, his other hand holding onto Kouta’s waist firmly.  Their rhythm started to speed up, as the taller man began to violate his secret lover harder.  The bent over boy bit his lip trying desperately to keep his cries at a minimum.  But the more and more that Baron’s leader thrusted into him, the harder it was to do. Kouta’s back arched perfectly, his rear sticking out, as he rocked with the other body, desiring more and more sensations. His whole body was becoming slick with sweat, his nerves raw, and completely working in order-drive.  

The smaller boy could feel Baron’s large hands clutch his chocolate hair even harder, in that perfect sort of way, that caused his rear to tighten in pleasure.  The sounds of flesh pounding against one another got louder, mixing with the sounds of gasping, and moaning.  By this point, even Kaito’s voice was heavy, coming out in short growls.

“Ka..zu…ra…ba…”  There was desperation within the movements of the two of them, fast and hard, seeking the ultimate pleasure.  

Kouta, still grasping onto the car for dear life, began to tremble underneath the taller male, his body reaching uncontrollable climax.  It felt like his whole body was on fire, set ablaze with each squeeze, touch, and pull from the other man.  

“…Don’t…” Kaito softly hissed in his ear,   “…Don’t you go first…” Baron’s leader thrusted hard into the small boy, as if emphasizing his point.

There was a soft whimper that released from Kouta, a smile crossing his lips. Yes, this was how it was, even in the heat of the moment, Kaito demanded to be first at everything.  He craved that sense of being on top, first and in control.  And with each stroke, and thrust, he wanted to exhort that control.  By this point though as much as Baron’s lead wanted him to wait, Kouta was shaking under him, his body threatening aching to release.  

Kaito, sensing the urgency growing within the other boy, did not waste any more time. He slid his hand from the boy’s chocolate hair, and firmly grabbed onto the boys waist thrusting unmercifully into him. Kouta rear tightened up just perfectly, causing his whole body to quiver, fire rising within his abs.  Baron’s leader was being pushed to the edge by his lover, and he moved furiously seeking to fall off the edge.  His body’s desperation, and the sounds of Kouta’s whimpers, moved him, drowning him in a sea of passion.  

“A-ah…Hmmph!” Burying himself deeply into Kouta, Kaito hissed sharply between this gritted teeth as he felt the fire leave his abs.  The pressure built within him now dissipated, as he violently released everything he had into his lover.  

Kouta gasped softly in response, feeling hot liquid spread within him.  “A…Ka-ito…”

He shifted, Baron’s leader may have felt the sweet release of climax, but the smaller boy was still bursting inside.  Kouta’s body quivered, a soft needy whimper escaping from his throat, tilting his head slightly sideways.  His eyes, dark, and hazy lifted their gaze to stare into Kaito’s, eyes, from behind his long bangs.  That was it…that look at Kaito had, was one of the biggest reasons Kouta kept coming back. A look of pure bliss, of unhindered emotion, that no one else has seen in this world.  Something that only Kouta got to see.  

Kaito felt his heart almost skip within his chest, a heavy breath leaving his lips. The look Kouta gave the taller man was downright dangerous.  Needy, and hot, begging to be touched.  That look was going to be his undoing…It just made the tall man want to ravish the young dancer even more.  

His large hand slid around Kouta’s thin waist, whispering hotly, “…I guess…I should take care of this…”  The small boy’s rear shifted anxiously, as the hand reached around, slowly until…

“Mmmm…!”

Rocking his hips forward eagerly, Gaim’s leader felt Kaito squeeze his hardened length. “A…aa..”

The taller man slowly pumped, controlling the rhythm between the two.  Kouta’s length was dripping wet, with pre-cum and sweat, making it easier to glide and tease. The smaller boy couldn’t help himself, trying to move the motions faster, seeking the release.  But Kaito kept his pace, slow, using his thumb to tease the slit. And soon, his smaller, hidden lover caught the pace, and rocked with him, until his eyes rolled back in his head, and he released violently in Baron’s hand.

“O-oh..m.mmmm…” It was a soft purr that came from Kouta, as he slumped against the car, completely spent.

The two stood still for a moment, their breathing ragged, and heavy.  The taller man’s hand slid across the boys waist, wiping himself clean. At the same time the lips of Kaito brushed up against the back of Kouta’s neck, almost uncharacteristically tender.  Yes…no one ever got to see this side of him…and Kouta loved that he was the only one.

“A-AH!” Suddenly the smaller boy felt an emptiness overcome him, and the warmth and heat that filled him, go cold.  Biting his bottom lip, Kouta turned his head slightly to face the other boy, but before he could completely turn, a towel was thrown in his face.

Slowly he stood up straight removing the towel from his face, and watched as Kaito slowly began to wipe himself clean. “Hurry and clean up.”

And there it was, Kaito turned back to his stoic self, his face back to being unreadable and hard.  Sighing lightly, Kouta slowly wiped off his pleasure juice shivering at the cotton against his sensitive length. His whole body was on pins and needles, still feeling the ghostly touches of Baron on his body, as he grabbed his clothes from the floor. The two dressed in silence, and as Kouta began to zip up his jacket, Kaito quietly came up next to him.  In his hand was a few colorful notes of money.

“A-ah!” With a gentle smile Gaim’s leader reached out and took the money, his hands brushing against Kaito’s. Yes… this was normal too… “Thanks”

He had to take the money and smile, even though he didn’t want to.  They kept their relationship hidden, knowing how much it would rock both their worlds if they let it out.  But Kouta kept his own secret, he wanted to be here, wanted to touch Kaito, and to see this side of him.  Shoving the money in his pocket, he diverted his gaze away from the taller man. For now, this, this would have to be enough to be close to his secret lover.

“I should leave.” He said finally, knowing that their time was coming to an end.  If he stayed for much longer, then he would risk getting caught by the rest of Team Baron.  

Kaito scoffed, walking slowly towards the entrance, “You didn’t have to tell me that Kazuraba.”

Running his fingers through his hair Kouta rolled his eyes, following closely behind. “Anyway, Ill see you later…okay?” His voice was soft, but the last word gently held a hopeful tone.

“Hmm.”

It wasn’t the most energetic answer, but, as Gaim’s leader passed by Kaito in the hallway, he spotted the slightest of nods from the man. Kouta’s lips turned into a silly grin, satisfied with the response, as he poked his head out the door, verifying no one was around. Brushing past Kaito he went out the door trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

He could feel his heart leap as it always did when he left the clubhouse, each time they met like this, it got harder and harder to want to leave.  Sighing heavily, he shoved his hands in his pockets, his mind already counting the days until their next secret encounter.  

[just-come-baek]

Love Game 1

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (Hanbyeol) ft. mentions of Sehun x Irene

Genre: romcom | fluff | enemies to lovers!au | cheating!au | smut (later on)

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Byun Baekhyun founded a company that aids people cheat on their partners, while Park Hanbyeol runs a firm that helps find evidence of infidelity. However, they both face real difficulties when they help their common friends. Regardless of the effort, they are bound to fail. Miserably, I may add.

Masterlist | 01 | 02 | ...

It was a beautiful evening; the sky in its unique shade of orange, the air unusually clean, the street musicians playing smooth jazz. The scenery was breathtaking, most certainly postcard-worthy, yet the man clothed in a fine, navy blue suit, sitting in a local cafe, a cup of espresso and a piece of cheesecake on the table in front of him did not appreciate the view, as he stared at his phone, waiting for a message from his secretary.

Ultimately, his phone rang. It wasn't the long-awaited call from his secretary, though. Rather confused, Baekhyun looked at the name flashed up on the screen; Oh Sehun—his friend, freshly married at that. Scratching his temple, Baekhyun answered the call, having no clue why Sehun wanted to reach him.

"Baekhyun, I need your help," the voice on the other side of the line quickly spoke, not even bothering to greet his friend; he just went straight to business.

"Hello to you too, Sehun," Baekhyun casually replied, heaving a deep sigh, knowing that Sehun would start his rant as soon as he made sure the other one was listening. "What's the matter?" Baekhyun encouraged, being generous enough to donate his friend a little bit of his time. Even if he managed to get another client, he'd not schedule the meeting earlier than tomorrow's morning.

"Baekhyun, you have to help me," Sehun started, and Baekhyun sat back in his chair, comfortably resting his back, throwing one leg over the other. "I told Irene I'm going on a business seminar, but the thing is, I am not alone," Sehun trailed off, hoping that Baekhyun would get the hint. Actually, he had to; infidelity was the source of his income, after all.

"Okay, it seems you have everything under control," Baekhyun commented, reaching for his coffee, taking a small sip of a hot beverage, the caffeine almost had no effect on him given how much he drinks it daily. "What's the real problem?"

"The problem is..." Sehun made a dramatic pause, almost as if he wasn't already terribly stressed, "Irene's friend's here. I saw her when I went for more ice. My marriage will be over if she sees me, Baekhyun. You have to come here, and help me out man, for the old times' sake!"

"I'm kind of busy at the moment," Baekhyun mentioned nonchalantly, enjoying the way Sehun's voice stuttered and wavered, and just reeked of desperation.

"Baekhyun, please, treat me like one of your clients," Sehun urged, balancing on the verge of begging. His marriage to Irene was too important, he just couldn't lose her for one of his meaningless mistresses. Although he didn't love Irene, his family business benefited from the merger tremendously.

"Okay, let's say that I agree, which Irene's friend? Was it Wendy? Jiwoo?" Baekhyun asked, as he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to remember how they looked like. At the wedding, he had seen the bridesmaids, yet given the amount of alcohol he had had, the image was quite blurry.

"Neither, it's Hanbyeol." Sehun stated truthfully, and Baekhyun almost hung up. No matter how much he wanted to aid Sehun, he just wouldn't willingly go to another battle with the she-devil, the antichrist, the Satan in the flesh.

"No, you're on your own, Sehun." Baekhyun announced the second he heard her name. Sinister flashbacks projected into his mind, a shiver ran down his spine, his hands shaking. He had met Hanbyeol once, and it was enough for Baekhyun to run away from any girl who was named the same; regardless of how beautiful the women were, Baekhyun would still pale at the echo of her name.

"I'll pay double," Sehun offered, hoping that Baekhyun would reconsider his abrupt decision. He hated Hanbyeol, and she hated him, but Sehun's proposition was quite tempting—it was a shit ton of money! However, was it really worth it? He'd have to cover up for Sehun, and quite possibly come face to face with the only person he detests with every fiber of his body.

"Tempting, but no, sorry, I am busy, actually, I'm meeting my client right now," Baekhyun lied, his cheek stinging at the reminiscence of the slap he had received from Hanbyeol at the wedding. "I can send one of my employees over to handle the situation, I think Lay should be available tonight," he spoke like a mindless machine, wondering if Lay really had a clear schedule right now.

"I thought you knew me, Baekhyun. I always want what is best, and there's no better than you at this," Sehun started, buttering up Baekhyun, expecting his boastful words to convince the latter. "I'll pay triple, Baekhyun, just come here and help me, will you?"

Sehun had to be joking; the second Baekhyun heard the word 'triple' he clenched his fist and bit on it, a distinctive ka-ching! rang in his ears.

"Ugh, fine. Text me the address, and I'll be there asap." Baekhyun spoke quickly, and ended the call, not even waiting for Sehun's reply. Leaving his untouched cheesecake and a half full cup of coffee on the table, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, and quickly got into his car, the location already in his GPS.

***

"Hi, Irene, what's up?" Hanbyeol answered the call, wiping her hands in the napkin, pushing a plate with fries away from her.

"Have you seen him yet?" Irene asked, impatient to know the details of the mission. Sehun was her husband, and even if they didn't love each other yet, she hoped the feelings would stem anyway. It hadn't been even two months since the wedding, and he treated her with the same exact indifference. She could handle the snail-like pace, yet there was something she couldn't tolerate—infidelity. If she was able to stay faithful to him, he could, too.

"No, I have not," she quickly replied, before she took a huge gulp of lime coke, "that's really strange, though. I'm at that meeting with all these businessmen and Sehun is no where to be found," she started to explain, looking over her shoulder wondering if her friend's husband finally showed up. "At first, I thought he bailed because this place is incredibly boring, since everyone seems to have a stick up their ass, but then I asked the guy who distributes the name tags, and apparently Sehun never showed up."

"Oh," Irene murmured, sounding obviously disappointed.

"It doesn't mean he's cheating," Hanbyeol instantly added, defending the guy. It was strange for her to protect her target, but she really didn't want to upset Irene. There was no proof that he cheated on her, she didn't catch him red-handed, perhaps, Sehun had a valid explanation on why he hadn't showed up yet.

"It doesn't mean he's not," Irene spoke, her voice quiet and cold, disappointment lingering in her tone. She could sense that Sehun hadn't been telling her everything, her suspicion backed with many unanswered texts, ignored calls, and a sweet scent of perfume which definitely didn't belong to Irene. They didn't love each other, but they could, and Irene was willing to try.

"Don't worry, I'll stick around for the weekend, and if anything fishy happens, I'll report it straight back to you," she reassured her, and licked her lips, "according to his payment history, he's here. If there's a woman with him, I'll find her and skin her alive for you."

"Thanks, Byeol. I can always count on you," said Irene, her voice again cheerful. Sehun might be distant to her, but she and Irene, they're fucking tight, although she wasn't always faithful to the only rule their friendship venerated—chicks before dicks, obviously.

"Yeah, anyway, I'll mingle with the other entrepreneurs, and don't forget that we're having brunch on Monday with Jiwoo and Wendy." Hanbyeol reminded her before she hung up, and hid her phone in her purse.

God, she hated these parties. Snob businessmen were gathering, drinking expensive champagne, and discussing their corporations. Normally, she'd not attend, but for Irene's sake, she did, and if it wasn't for free alcohol and appetizers, she'd already go crazy.

"Where are you, Sehun?" Hanbyeol whispered to herself, as she looked around, no familiar face ever flashed before her eyes; only men in their late fifties.

This party sucks.

***

"I'm here, where the hell are you?" Baekhyun yelled into his phone, as he walked into the hotel, his steps leisure, his elbow high. "What room as you in?" He questioned further, as he passed the bellhop, examining the exquisite decor; the place just screamed splendor.

"Room 304," Sehun replied quickly, putting on a bathrobe with his free hand, "I'll meet you outside, I don't really want to trouble her," he added, as he tied the velvet strip around his waist, his phone tightly squeezed between his ear and his shoulder.

"See you in a minute," Baekhyun mechanically spoke, ending the call, his head high, the gaze fixated on the elevator in front of him. Casually, he pressed the button, and the doors immediately opened, his reflection looking back at him in the mirrors in golden frames. The ride was short, yet it was long enough for Baekhyun to fix his tie and comb his hair with his long, slender fingers.

"Thank God," said Sehun, relief written all over his face. "I owe you so much for this," he sighed, the stress slowly leaving his tensed figure, as he knew that Baekhyun wouldn't let him down. Baekhyun was a professional, and it was certain that Sehun's secret was safe; Baekhyun was his warranty that Hanbyeol wouldn't catch him with another woman.

"Of course, you owe me a shit load of money," Baekhyun stated, as he looked at his friend, his stance nonchalant yet authoritative. "I'll be expecting a transfer from you on Monday, better don't be late."

"Yeah, whatever," Sehun answered with a shrug, the triple amount of money that Baekhyun had demanded for his service meant very little to nothing to him, given how rich his family is, "better tell me what's your plan, Baek."

"Since it's an emergency, the procedure is quite different," Baekhyun started, taking a sigh, as he stood on his heels, his fingers entwined behind his back, "send your lady to the hotel spa, you have to go to that business party, so Hanbyeol..." Baekhyun cleared his throat, which was bone dry, as her name barely left his mouth without vomiting, "so Hanbyeol would see you. When you're sure she saw you, I'll approach her and keep her busy, and you're free for tonight," he explained slowly, making sure that Sehun understood every detail of their plan; they only had one chance, and even the tiniest mistake could mean 'divorce' which was definitely the last thing Sehun wanted.

"You're a genius, Baekhyun. Thank you!" Sehun said, knowing that his secret was in good hands—Baekhyun's hands. "I'll get dressed and see you downstairs in a bit?"

"Sure," replied Baekhyun with utter nonchalance before he sent him a lopsided smirk, and turned on his heel, waiting for the lift to take him downstairs. "Good luck, and let's hope she won't suspect anything."

***

Baekhyun was standing in front of the entrance; one pair of doors separating him from the one and only nemesis of his. Moreover, not only he was going to see her, but what was beyond his comprehension, he had to approach her and maintain a conversation with the spawn of the devil itself. Surprisingly how eventful his evening has become; he surely wasn't mentally prepared for this meeting. As a matter of fact, he wasn't certain he'd be ever ready to face her.

With a deep sigh and short pep talk, he pushed the doors opened, his eyes roaming around the crowd seeking her.

"Okay, it shouldn't be that bad," Baekhyun spoke to himself, as he strolled inside, wide forced smile decorating his visage, as he bowed to some random businessmen and adjusted his elegant tie.

Much to his dismay, he spotted her in an instant; she was wearing a navy dress which terribly matched his suit. If he had to be objective, he'd even dare to say that she looked hot, yet given their brief history, he had to refrain himself from turning around and leaving Sehun on his own. Regardless of how pretty she looked, Baekhyun's judgment was clouded by the lousy memory.

The moment the waiter approached Baekhyun, he gladly took a glass of champagne, and gulped it down in one go. He needed it, he just wouldn't approach her without any preparation. Perhaps, she'd be a little bit more bearable if he fueled himself with alcohol. Normally, he was confident and brave, yet right now, he had to drink some more to boost his courage.

"Fancy seeing you here," Baekhyun spoke as he approached her and obtained her attention. She recognized his voice immediately; her figure slowly spinning around, a dreadful expression written all over her face. If Baekhyun hated her with pure passion, the animosity she felt toward him was twice as strong.

"I wish I could say the same," she muttered, as she eyed him from head to toe, not caring if he could hear her.

"Ouch!" Baekhyun pressed his hand against his chest, faking the pain that she caused with her harsh words. "Actually, I can't say I expected a warmer reception," Baekhyun commented, looking away, almost as if one look into her eyes would turn him into stone. "So... what brings you here?"

"It's a CEO gathering, and I am a CEO." Hanbyeol answered vaguely, not sparing him a glance either; his presence was repellent enough to handle. "What about you?" She asked, although she couldn't care any less about his reason; she only wished he'd go away after the small talk.

"Pretty much the same," Baekhyun replied, snatching another glass of champagne. "It's a perfect place to hand out business cards, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess," she agreed with a nonchalant shrug, finishing her alcohol.

"Though, it'd be way more pleasurable if Sehun didn't force me to go to that boring seminar in the afternoon. I thought I was going to die out boredom. At least, they provide food and alcohol." Baekhyun spoke casually, as he stared at her profile, examining her reaction when he mentioned Sehun's name. Just as he expected—she turned her head, their eyes locking for a brief moment.

"Sehun's here? I had no idea," Hanbyeol effortlessly lied, trying her best to look surprised, yet calm, so Baekhyun wouldn't figure out that she knew. So Baekhyun wouldn't fathom the reason behind her presence. She was going to bust Sehun with another woman, not get caught spying on him. "Well, it's a small world, isn't it?" She added, looking at Baekhyun, checking him out, approving his clothes and styled hair.

No matter how much she despised him, she couldn't deny that he was quite handsome.

"Yeah, it is," Baekhyun agreed, as he readjusted his tie, and put his hands into the pockets of his expensive suit. "Anyway... would you like to have a drink? I could use some," Baekhyun proposed, as he noticed Sehun in the crowd. Unlike Baekhyun, Sehun wasn't accustomed to this kind of stress, and it could be pretty risky for them if Hanbyeol approached him and started talking. Right now, it was Baekhyun's duty to keep her away from Sehun.

"I don't think so," Hanbyeol casually rejected his offer and turned around to leave him alone, yet if only he didn't grab her shoulder, she would be out of his side. "I said that I didn't want to, Baekhyun." She spoke, abruptly yanking her arm out of his grip.

"Come on, it's one drink, I'm not asking you to have sex with me," Baekhyun explained, trying to signalize that he didn't have wrong intentions. If she really thought that he was flirting with her, she was terribly mistaken, probably as wrong as it was possible. "For the old times' sake?" He smiled at her, almost as if he tried to seduce her.

"For the old times' sake all you can get is a kick in the nuts," Hanbyeol retorted, smirking when she saw Baekhyun's pain expression, as he was perfectly aware that she was capable of fulfilling her threat.

"Pass," Baekhyun replied with a sheepish smile upon his face, and took a step back, his hands immediately hovering above his crotch.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," she spoke, and turned around to leave. Baekhyun couldn't let that happen, especially when she was about to head toward Sehun.

"Are you still dwelling on the past?" Baekhyun asked, following behind her. "Whatever happened, happened; let's just forget about it." He proposed, but Hanbyeol only scoffed, as she continued to walk away from him.

Baekhyun couldn't be serious. Why did he urge her so desperately to talk to him? She was perfectly aware how little she meant to him, if anything, Baekhyun was supposed to avoid her like the plague. It was the only logical development of their relationship; they ought to restrain their contact to the very minimum. The most adequate behavior should be leaving one room when the presence of the other party spotted, and what Baekhyun tried to propose was the exact opposite.

What was his hidden agenda?

"I already did," Hanbyeol stated casually, not even sparing him a glance, "though, I still don't want to hang out with you."

"It's just one drink, relax." Baekhyun carried on, as they approached the bar, and raised his hand to obtain the bartender's attention. "My treat."

"Drinks are free," Hanbyeol said matter-of-factly, as she sat down on the stool, and Baekhyun immediately occupied the seat beside her. "Okay, cut the chase. What do you want from me?" She asked, being fed up with Baekhyun's insistent attitude. She didn't want to be anywhere near around him, and he must've felt the same; why did he bother?

"I don't know anyone here—"

"You know Sehun," Hanbyeol interjected, trying to prove him that he had better options than pestering her.

"Yeah, but I spent the whole day with him, I want to throw up when his face flashes in front of my eyes. He's my friend, but there are limits." Baekhyun explained with a cheeky smile, hoping that she understood him. Sighing, Hanbyeol looked at him, as he ordered drinks for them. He was irritating, but she realised that he wasn't going anywhere; if she could get rid of him, he'd already be out of her sight.

"Okay, whatever," she spoke, as she sipped on her sweet drink, her eyes seeking Sehun in the crowd. In her opinion, he didn't act like a person in the affair; he was somewhat relaxed, making casual conversations with businessmen in their fifties, not even sparing a single glance at the beautiful women who accompanied them.

"Hi, there," said a man who just approached the bar, one hand laid on the counter, the one one gently pressed against the small of her back, "can I get you a drink?" He asked, giving Hanbyeol a wide smile.

"She already has one," Baekhyun interjected, immediately jumping off his stool, "and she's with me," he added, as she swiped the man's hand away. "You're welcome, I protected you. He won't bother you anymore."

"You're the one bothering me, Baekhyun." She retorted, shaking her head in disbelief, as she sighed and bit her straw. "Besides, he was kind of cute, if anything, you just cockblocked me."

"I'm trying here," Baekhyun defended himself, returning to his seat. "It'd be much easier if you told me why you hate me so much."

"You really don't know?" Hanbyeol asked, looking him in the eyes, trying to determine whether he was seriously this shameless or simply ignorant. "Okay, fine. Let me enlighten you," she started, and Baekhyun gingerly nodded his head, waiting for the explanation. As far as he remembered, it had to have something to do with Sehun's and Irene's wedding.

"Please, do. I really want to know."

"At the wedding, we flirted with each other and it was really nice," she started, and Baekhyun responded with a gentle bow, taking in the information, "but later, I saw you making out with someone, and I was seriously pissed when after the toast you came back to me as if you just didn't shove your tongue down other woman's throat. All the attraction disappeared like a snap of fingers."

"Really, that's it?" Baekhyun asked with his eyebrow raised upwards. "Aren't you a bit melodramatic? It's not like we were in a relationship."

"It doesn't matter, Baekhyun." Hanbyeol answered calmly, a polite smile upon her face. "Don't get me wrong, but I know a little something about players, and I can tell when I see one."

"Well... I know a little something about relationships," Baekhyun started, making Hanbyeol interested in whatever he had to say, "why even bother to be with someone when eventually it's going to fall apart?"

"Relationships don't fall apart without a reason; people just stop trying. It's not going to last if you don't care to maintain it," Hanbyeol fought back, even if she didn't want to discuss that matter with him.

"Yeah, I agree, and that's why I don't do relationships."

"Good for you."

[zerovalencia-cd]

⮚⮚⮚ what’s so good about picking up the pieces?

TAGGING → Zero Valencia and Fiona Sutherland

LOCATION →  Erilyn’s Wedding Party (Wherever that was.)

TIMEFRAME →  Thursday, August 17, 2017

NOTES →  A brief…or not-so-brief history of Zero and Fiona’s relationship.

He can still remember when they were just fifteen, living out in California. How simple things had been back then. They were friends, then best friends. They fell in and out of like with each other. If Zero had stayed in school for long enough, surely, they would have been awarded the superlative “Cutest Couple That Never Was”. At every school dance, their friends would always push them into slow dancing with each other, and yet, they were never anything more than those ‘will they, or won’t they?’ friends who shared laughs, drinks, and the most meaningful memories two teenagers could have together.

It wasn’t until Fiona got up the nerve to ask her oblivious best friend out on a date that the two of them gave their relationship a chance to blossom into something romantic. At this point, Fiona was getting ready to graduate from high school, and Zero had already spent the past year playing local gigs with Soul Deception. Despite being on different trajectories, they’d managed to stay in touch. Fiona was always at his shows, excited to cheer him on, and she was the first person Zero would look for when he came out on stage. After their first date at Fiesta Broadway for Cinco de Mayo, they both felt good enough about their relationship to make it official.

The honeymoon phase of their relationship had been short and bittersweet. With Fiona getting ready to go off to college in New York and Soul Deception rising in popularity as an unsigned band after landing a set for Warped Tour’s Battle of the Bands, life had gotten the best of them. Once again, they found themselves on different paths, distance and obligations clawing at the foundation of their summer romance. They’d make time for each other. Zero would come and visit her out in Ithaca whenever he could. They’d always have Christmas and Spring Break. They’d talk on the phone several times a day, in between classes or writing new songs. They could make it work.

He’ll never forget the first time they couldn’t make it work anymore. After over a year of being pulled into Fiona’s college drama and pushed away because of her jealousy, the elastic band holding their relationship together finally snapped. She’d made it known that she didn’t like the company he kept. Fans, friends, and even bandmates. None of them were Fiona-approved, and she made sure the world knew it. Her attempts to drag Zero into his own jealous fits of rage and her ability to isolate him from his closest friends chipped away at their relationship until there was no ground left to stand on.

Yet, she’s the one who ended it. She had suspected Zero of getting too close to one of his fans because of a picture she’d seen on Instagram. How could he do that to her? By the end of the phone call where she told him they were through, she’d yelled at him enough about the situation that she had even him believing he’d done something wrong by being in that picture. He flew halfway across the country the next day and showed up at her apartment with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, begging for her forgiveness. She took him back, but only after he agreed to tattoo a cursive “F.S.” on the inside of his index finger.

Things were never really the same after that fight. Fiona and Zero continued to build a history out of breaking up and making up. One moment, they were there for each other. Fiona was Zero’s biggest support system through the darkest days of his life. He didn’t have to say a word for her to know what he needed from her, and he supported her in the same way. In the next moment, however, he could be screaming at the top of their lungs at each other. Zero found a voice he never even knew he had in him when fighting with Fiona. Their fighting was a constant power struggle over who could make who more jealous, and who would come out on top. Sometimes, it started to feel like they were fighting just to fight. Did it really matter what the underlying cause was?

Ultimately, they fell into a pattern. If Zero was the one pissed off, he usually had every right to be, but Fiona would find a way to manipulate the situation so by the end of the fight, he’d be begging her not to leave. She became a mastermind at pushing him to his breaking point just to make him collapse into himself with guilt when all was said and done.

During Fiona’s junior year of college, Zero decided to surprise her by showing up to her apartment a day early. They’d been in one of their rough patches, and he was hoping to smooth things over. Instead, he walked in on her hooking up with one of her classmates. It was the one time Zero had the courage to end things with her himself. It was also the start of his sick obsession with lighting things on fire. The roses he’d brought her burned so beautifully in that trash can. It wasn’t long before Zero wanted to watch more beautiful things burn.

Somehow, not even a month later, he was back with Fiona. He was convinced that it had been his fault because that’s what she’d led him to believe. If he’d been around more, been more attentive, didn’t drink so much, took her out on fancy dates, then she wouldn’t have had to look for the attention somewhere else. She didn’t want to be with anyone else. She was just lonely, and missing her boyfriend’s attention oh-so-much.

There were plenty more casualties of Fiona and Zero’s epic romance over the years. Soul Deception suffered a huge split because of Zero’s girlfriend. He fell out of touch with a lot of his friends he’d made while touring. Anything Fiona wanted, she got from him. If she didn’t, there was hell to pay and a break up to be had. In return, Fiona cut ties with any guy friends Zero got too wary of (with a scolding about how he should trust her more and how silly she thought it was to stop talking to whichever guy was offending her boyfriend).

The delicate balance had been upset once again, just days before Erilyn’s wedding. By the time the wedding party rolls around, Fiona and Zero are barely speaking to each other. As usual, she’s the one to start flirting her way through the men at the party, knowing it’ll drive Zero crazy. It’s only a matter of time before he’s doing the same by flirting with Harri, his new bandmate. Of course, everything’s worse when Zero’s the one doing it.

“I knew you liked her. Is it because she’s prettier than me?” Fiona asks with a huff, stealing Zero away from Harri after he delivered her margarita. Great. Here they go.

“Well, fuck, I’m sorry. I guess I just didn’t realize my plus one would be working her way through every Russian at this wedding,” Zero snaps, letting jealousy get the best of him. It’s exactly what she wanted. “Am I supposed to just stand here and watch?”

“Maybe if you weren’t so busy trying to hook up with that girl from your new band, you’d have more of my attention. It’s not my fault Nikolai has more charm and wit in his pinky than you do in your entire body, and it’s all directed toward me.” Fiona says with a flick of her hair, as if she’s trying to show off something Zero can’t have. It’s like she’s already left him. She doesn’t care at all. Even the tone she’s using is so damn cold.

“I don’t know how many times I can tell you you’re the only one for me,” Zero says desperately, knowing despite how drunk and aggravated he is that it’s true. No matter how she insults him, he still loves her.

“Come on, Jaime. Wake up,” Fiona scoffs. “You really think the way to win me over after the way you acted the other night is to spend your time with this chick?” She gestures toward Harri. “I have to go. Nikolai is waiting for me. I think he’s hoping to get lucky tonight, and it looks like I’m in need of a rebound. I’d call this trading up, wouldn’t you?”

Zero grits his teeth, anger flaring up inside of him because Fiona knows exactly which buttons to press. Sure, they’ve been in between being on a break and being back together for a few days now, but how can she play with their relationship like this? How can she crave his attention all night just to turn around and say she’s leaving with some other guy? “Better not tell him how forgetful you get with your birth control. Who would fuck you if they knew how selective your memory is with something so important?”

“How dare you,” Fiona scowls, taking a step closer to Zero. “I did it for your own good.”

“Do you actually believe the shit that comes out of your mouth half the time?”

“More than I believe anything that comes out of yours.”

“How could you possibly think lying to me was for my own good?”

“You’re reckless, Jaime. You’re dangerous to yourself. To everyone close to you.”

“Oh, so you were being selfish, is that it?”

“Selfish because I want to protect your ungrateful ass?”

“The only thing I need protection from is you. You’re a psychotic bitch!”

“Fuck you! You’re such an asshole!” Fiona cries, actual tears in her eyes.

“And you’re a desperate slut, begging for attention from whoever will look at you twice. I hope—fuck!”

Zero is cut off by Fiona slapping him as hard as she can, clear across the face. “Do the world a favor and light yourself on fire next time,” she snaps, slapping at his chest. He doesn’t hear anything else she says to him if there is anything else to hear. His ears are ringing, and everything else feels like background noise. He regrets everything he’d just said immediately, and he’s so thankful that Erik and Katelyn got in between them before either of them could cause any more damage.

“I hate you!  I never want to see you again!” Fiona shouts at Zero as Erik takes her aside. She always wants to have the last word, but at this point, does it really matter?

The finality of the moment weighs heavy in Zero’s chest, and unlike the stinging in his cheek, it doesn’t start to fade with the passing of any amount of time.