❛ yeah–––yeah, no problem, dude. ❜ he offers stiles a wink, hiding his smirk with the cup he decides to drink from. it’s not exactly like he could mock stiles for anything , really. silas and himself always go out of their way to break the law, or just be total jackasses in general. ( and little does stiles know that. ) so when stiles tries to slip some in some booze, kevin can only chuckle and be proud.
humming, he stretches his arms over the back of the couch, grabbing a fist of stiles’ hair to give his head a small yank. ❛ y’heard that silas ? he appreciates it. ❜ there is a smirk he isn’t hiding this time, tone laced with something sinister, perfectly matching the linger in his eye. it’s easy to miss how easily he leans in, a low chuckle rising from his chest when he peeks down at stiles’ cup. ❛ not enough to finish it, though. what a shame. ❜
silas watches the way stiles’ lips drop open when his head is tugged back, hears the soft noise that catches in his throat, and knows they’re in for a fucking treat. smirks as he mockingly pats stiles’ knee and responds: ❛ damn. and to think we got all this shit just for him... ❜ and for scott, for them. yet matching kevin’s teasing and wicked smirk is only routine at this point.
❛ i’m not----------- ❜ stiles starts, but quickly decides against protesting in favor of showing. lifts his cup to take a defiant and decisive drink, head already tipped back thanks to kevin, and downs the rest in one gulp. his throat burns and his entire body follows soon after in the most pleasant way, but he’s proud of himself for it. ❛ there. happy? ❜ it’s supposed to be rhetorical.
yet silas responds anyway. ❛ i dunno. how you feelin’, kev? ❜
kevin always had a smooth way of sneaking closer to people he had an eye on ; with a few words here and there, a look or two and he had them pretty much exactly where he wanted them. maybe he did have a thing for scott’s little friend –––– maybe he’s more on board on this than all the other drunken threesomes he’s had with silas in the past. it’s not unusual for him, and their routines are usually easy to slip into. silas brings the booze, kevin handles the talk ; that’s how it is.
❛ easy on the first time, bud. ❜ a mere chuckle, and he leans forward to snatch the fireball from stiles’ hands and pour them both two cups of the strong liquor. once he rests back against the couch, he takes a sip ; giving silas a look from the corner of his eye. ( he doesn’t want stiles to get hammered, he’s already sensitive and easy to persuade. ) oh, and he totally has a thing for kevin. that part is their solid ground. ❛ so, stiles. y’plan on gettin’ a job soon ? ❜
❛ who said this was my first time? ❜ stiles shoots back as kevin pours him a drink, something playfully challenging in his tone. silas snorts, shaking his head as he takes another long drink from his beer. watching whatever movie they’ve put on and just fine with kevin doing the talking, but clearly still listening in on the conversation.
❛ and----- yeah, i’m gonna, okay? eventually. ❜ stiles takes too big of a sip and grimaces briefly, but the burning cinnamon taste of fireball goes down smoother than the whiskey he’s jacked from his dad’s stash on more than a few occasions. it warms him instantly, and it’s not long before he's settling back in his spot between silas and kevin once more. hands in his lap, holding his cup, and maybe a little nervous. ❛ but thanks for buying this for me--- for us, i mean. last time i tried, they just took my fake, so. appreciate it. ❜ curse his eternal baby face.
❛ -------------- yeah, you’re welcome. ❜ silas interjects suddenly, even though stiles is looking at his friend, even though kevin technically paid for it, and stiles can only look annoyed.
it’s hard to resist the urge to bite silas’ fingers, because the jaw grab is something he hadn’t counted on. it’s still not unpleasant, because it’s just another way for silas to assert his authority. the grin he’d been wearing is wiped off the second eye contact is made, and duran feels himself freezing in place, wondering just how much his taunting had gotten to the mccall twin.
duran’s no stranger to that eye contact. he knows when silas means business, and he definitely means it right now. it’s not hard to realize that duran’s in for even more pain, and his stupid, dumb body is already reacting to that promise.
“i’ll take what you give me,” he starts, “but we’ll see how much i like it.” another taunt, another way to goad silas into hurting him. the only one who can hurt duran like this. it probably works, because silas is positioning him again, and duran offers zero resistance.
the second smack stings harder than the first, and duran even twitches in pain. this is just with the sweats on; duran can only imagine what it’ll feel like without…
…and at the order, he’s obeying, wasting no time in drawing this out. he’s already annoyed silas, he does’t need to annoy himself either. no more words are spoken – duran taking the order to ‘shut up’ literally. if silas wants him to talk, he will.
❛ ------------- we’ll see. ❜ he repeats casually, his lidded gaze on duran’s ass as the other boy tugs his pants down. decides he’ll drag this out; make duran squirm in anticipation ( and silence ) for his next move. only slides his hands over skin already pink from the spanks he’s given him, fingers practically tickling the sensitive skin.
❛ you know what i think? ❜ silas begins, and then suddenly slaps his ass. gropes him roughly as he leans over him, mouth hot on duran’s ear and chest pressed to his back, and then spanks him again with his other hand that releases duran’s neck. ( each harder than the last. )
❛ ------- i think you’re gonna beg for more. ❜ he pulls back so he can put some extra bite behind his next slap. the kind that leaves a hand print, vibrant and red and claiming on his pale skin, and it’s a satisfying enough sight that he’s quick to do the same to the other cheek.
he only volunteered to leave for the alcohol run—-after kevin forked up the money, of course—-because stiles liked kevin, more than he liked silas anyway, and that worked in their favor. by the time he shows up they’re already watching some movie and sitting too close together, thighs nearly touching, and silas isn’t fazed in the slightest by the display. as if he’d been expecting it.
silas drops the bags on the coffee table right as stiles sits forward to rifle through the bags. ( beer, fireball, rum, coke, some snacks. including a special kinda cookie. ) ❛ scott left, huh? ❜ silas says as he sits on the other side of stiles, already crackin’ open a cold one to sip at while stiles grabs the red solo cups from the bag. but his gaze is on kevin—- an unspoken understanding simmering between them. his younger brother’s motorcycle had been noticeably absent when he pulled into the driveway despite the plans to party that night, but that meant they could finally act.
❛ yeah, there was some kinda emergency at the vet? he’ll be a few hours. ❜ stiles explains, and then pulls out the fireball with a satisfied little grin, holding it up. clearly excited even though his best friend had to leave for work. ❛ —– yesss. ❜
hurting duran is easy, addictive, and best of all---------- duran wants it. he can see it in the way duran strains to get some bit of control back by taunting him for it, but even more so in how willing he is to be bent over a chair. and silas doesn’t waste much time; not with that attitude. darts a hand out abruptly to grip duran’s jaw, and forces him to twist a little more when he drags the other boy’s face to him and leans forward. eye contact a threat in itself, and only more so this close.
❛ how about... ❜ he begins slowly, voice low and threatening. ( clear that he’ll give duran exactly what he wants. ) dark gaze traces the other’s pink lips, his burning eyes. ❛ ------- you take what i give you and you fucking like it. ❜ and then he’s quick to shove duran’s face away. uses that same hand to dig his fingers into the nape of the other’s neck and keep him looking forward and where he wants him. the other hand coming down to smack duran’s ass over his sweatpants, but he’s sure it’s still not with the bite duran wants. or maybe fucking needs. ❛ now pull your pants down and shut up. ❜
I LOVE MY ART BOI SO MUCH ? like damn silas can b so reckless and destructive but for instance ?? line work takes 4ever and he genuinely likes doing it (his hands are rly steady too) and he also always takes good care of his tattoos whenever he gets a new one :/ and he def has sketchbooks full of doodles and full-blown drawings in a box under his bed that hes filled up over the years.... but also dont touch those hed prolly end up mad lmao
eyes flicker over to silas as he walks by, then back down to what she’s been doing. takes her a moment, but she does finally speak. ‘ do you like comics? i need to get rid of a few of mine. i’ve got some daredevil and punisher ones. ’
he’s in a good mood. doesn’t have quite as much of a resting bitch face as normal when he walks over to sit on the edge of the table where she’s sitting. ❛ don’t give a fuck about either of ‘em, ❜ he answers bluntly, yet snags one of the comics to flip through anyway. ❛ ------------- you got any teen titans shit though? ❜
she might cry. it’s totally possible, honestly. but nas is also like, 76% sure that her pride will keep her from shedding any tears. because weakness in front of silas? well, that’s just stupid. as far as the tattoo goes, an idea comes almost immediately. it’s a motif that’s followed her for most of her life. “Yeah. A red rose. Make it pretty.” her smile is unusually sharp around the edges, and her tone is mostly teasing, though there’s a hint of suspicion in it too. “You can do pretty things, right?”
he rolls his eyes to look up at her. come on. he’s got actual tattoo ink for the job despite the makeshift needle, and as long as he takes his time, it’ll look great. ( especially considering he doodles enough roses in his spare time that he doesn’t even need to look up a reference. ) grin falls into a wolfish, knowing smirk as he dips the needle and thread in black ink for the outline----- and winks at her. ❛ guess you’ll find out. ❜ he presses the needle to her wrist without breaking skin, intense gaze still on her, before darting down to begin his work.
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