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UNHOLY - Chapter Fifteen

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summary: the night and into the morning before the trial that will determine the fates of Yuta and Ten, it’s all you can think about, dream about, have nightmares about. But when you wake, you find yourself plunged into a new dawn of horror

length: 14,467 words

tags: smut, threesome, double penetration, creampie, etc.

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You’re not sure how long it takes before you truly and deeply fall asleep that night before the trial. For a while, it feels like you’ll never sink into the true state of peace that sleep should bring you. Once you’ve cried until you feel worn out, your eyes raw and puffy, you slowly drift out of consciousness.

Yet still.

Every time either Mark or WinWin moves, you wake. Each time that the lights you created on the ceiling flare a little too brightly, you wake. Your night consists of restless sleep, twisted dreams, Mark comfortingly telling you to go back to sleep.

Your first nightmare of the night begins a little too realistically.

Your dream opens in the dark bedroom. You can hear WinWin breathing beside you, and you can feel Mark’s cool arm against yours.

At first, you think you’ve actually woken, and you can’t tell what woke you up until the door of the room bursts open. Watchers flood into the room in a flurry of noise and light and activity, tearing you away from the bed before any of you get the chance to react. It feels real as you’re dragged from the bed, across the floor, out the door.

You only wake when Mark presses his cool hands to your cheeks, repeating your name as you thrash around. When you properly wake up, in the same room and with arms around you, you freak out a bit until you realize that WinWin has his arms around you, his lips against your shoulder, Mark’s hands on your cheeks.

They hold you until you drift calmly back to sleep, and immediately you’re swept into deeper and darker dreams of the same scenario with slight variations. Over and over again: you pass through nightmares of you being taken away, of Mark being torn from the bed while you’re forced to watch him being torn apart, of WinWin being leashed and dragged from the room kicking and snarling, bloodied and bruised.

There is an intense night terror of angels breaking through the windows of the green bedroom. Glass shatters over the bed, glittering like snowfall in the moonlight as incredible angels – beautiful and terrifying – fill the bedroom with light and awe-inspired fear. They scoop all three of you into their arms and fly out into the night with you, speaking in a language that you know you should understand although you can’t, and they drop you when you’re high above the ground. Your stomach does that horrible plummeting thing that jolts you awake again, your heart pounding, limbs tense, and you curl yourself against Mark’s side, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Quiet,” Mark whispers, lifting a hand to stroke your hair. “It’s just a dream.”

It’s not like it ends there.

You wish it did. You wish that you wouldn’t fall asleep again, but you’re tired. Mentally and physically drained from the activities of the day, so you tumble once more into sleep, into twisted nightmares. Now it’s not you being stolen away that you’re presented with, but instead nightmares of the trial commencing; unspeakable things plague those dreams, leaving you waking in terror, choking on your own sobs, the sickening images of your boyfriends’ destructions replaying on your eyelids. Even as you tell yourself that it was just a dream, the bile rises in your throat, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

It’s only when Mark lays his cool lips against the side of your head, places his chilled fingertips against your temple on the other side of your head, that you even begin to relax. The feeling of his skin on yours relaxes you, relieving the throbbing headache you weren’t even truly aware of until this moment.

“I promised myself I would never play mind games with you again,” he admits softly, “But I think tonight is the exception. Sleep, babe. Dream good dreams.”

And just like that, you’re gone again.

It’s almost cruel when your dream swells into existence around you, unfolding in the hazy orange light of Hell City. You’re in your apartment, you can tell that before the dream is even fully-fledged. It’s all so familiar – the light, the air, the feel of the sheets on your skin, the heat of the bodies in bed with you. It feels real: the way that you’re on your belly, your head pillowed on a shoulder, the heat of light laying over your bare skin from the gap in the curtains, a teasing breeze sneaking in through the gap as well. You can feel the cool prickle of it over your cheeks in sharp contrast to the way your boyfriends are touching you.

Ten’s lips paint fiery kisses over your bare shoulders and your upper back, his tongue tasting the ridges of your spine, still slightly covered in the edible body glitter he’d painted you with hours and hours ago before you went out to one of Mark’s clubs. Yuta’s shoulder is the one you’re resting your head on, and he’s got his smile pressed against your hairline, his fingertips tracing whorls over the top of your shoulders, the back of your neck, toying with your hair.

Is this a memory? Some small part of you wonders, or is this a dream?

Ten’s lips move lower and lower, and you hum pleasantly when his body sinks between your legs. His hands are gentle as he moves them apart.

“Enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” Yuta asks, his voice low and teasing. “Already all worked up, and Ten’s barely even touched you.”

Ten nips lightly at your ass.

“I missed you,” your words slip from your lips without a thought.

“And where have we been?” Yuta laughs, kissing high on your cheek.

You don’t know why you said that, not right now. Not when you’re here with them, in bed with them, in Hell City and everything is fine. It’s more than fine, you realize, relaxing even more into the bed as Ten kisses his way back up your spine, his fingers sliding between your legs. He’s all slow strokes and teases, the flicker of teeth and tongue on your back, tickling breath over your ribs, until you’re turning on your side, baring your front to him.

Ten gets you to roll onto your back, your hair splayed across Yuta’s shoulder and chest as Ten snags your right leg to hook it over his hip. His fingers keep busy between your legs. And between one moment and the next, suddenly it’s Yuta between your legs, his fingers filling you, his lips kissing your clit while he grins up at you with his eyes. His hand spreads up over your belly to your chest, and you arch into his touch, rolling your hips down into the sweet pleasure of his mouth and his fingers.

Things flicker again, and it’s Ten again between your legs. He’s on his knees, in a dark valley of the underground of Hell City. His fingers dig into your thighs and hips and ass, pulling you forward to grind your pussy against his lips. You want to relive this moment again and again, to settle into this, to have both of them on their knees for you like this, treating you like a feast for them to devour.

This time you tumble back into reality with a different sort of cry, followed immediately by a groan of frustration.

“Shh,” Mark automatically shushes you, stroking his cold fingers through your hair again, and you feel yourself being pulled back under into dreams.

There are dreams of happier times. Memories more than dreams, ones with Yuta and Ten and Mark, and sometimes WinWin is there. They seem to be memories of Mark’s. They are happy projections of his memories to keep you from falling once more into nightmares. It’s nice at first, but then you suppose that out there in the real world Mark’s attention slips. Memories twist into fantasies – times that he’d watched you with Yuta and Ten, his heart burning with jealousy as he watched them touch you in the clubs and at his bar, in your apartment when you all thought no one would notice. His memories and thoughts take a turn towards his jealous moments, his moments of longing, all those times he wishes he would’ve just kissed you.

You swear you can almost see yourself right now. Your sleeping face painted in moonlight. You can feel a knot in your belly, insistent and hungry, an ache in your throat as the view in your dreams shrinks to just your chest, your pounding heart. Mark’s mind delves fully into fantasy – a scene in which he wakes you up right now with a bite, or maybe just a kiss, maybe with his lips on your tits.

After that, it’s like you’re in freefall.

Your dreams flood in. Sexy dreams of different scenarios with Mark, with WinWin, with Yuta and Ten. There’s a dream set in black-and-white, with the classic vampire tropes and imagery, you draped over Mark’s lap while he drinks from your throat, but his hands are busy beneath your skirt. There’s a dream featuring Ten that takes you by surprise, with you chained up, your arms and legs bound apart as he teases and touches and takes from you. A dream involving WinWin makes your entire body erupt with heat, involving you waking to find him humping your thigh and whining, telling you that his rut has just struck again.

And then there’s the dream that forms around you, set right in the green bedroom. Moonlight fills the room, painting your body in silver light just as it had in Mark’s fantasy about waking you. You can feel WinWin beside you, one of his hands curved over your bare thigh. Your pussy throbs already in the dream as his fingers twitch towards your hot core, but he doesn’t touch you with any intention. He’s asleep, and Mark’s gone, but two figures stand beside the bed.

Yuta. Ten.

Ten’s eyes are alight, switching back and forth between staring at WinWin’s hand on your thigh and your breasts, nipples peaked in the cool air and the moonlight. He climbs into the bed without hesitation. His fingers dive into your hair, pulling you up from the pillow until your mouths crush together. He’s rabid, starving, kissing you breathless, his fingers slick between your thighs, and it’s a wonder you haven’t cum untouched yet with all of these sex dreams one after the other.

They always end too early, before you can get to the good part, but this time you won’t let it happen. You’re going to hold onto this dream and bend it to your will.

“Ten,” you sigh, and then again and again, “Ten, Ten, Ten.”

He laughs into the kiss as you clutch at his shoulder with one hand, your other reaching down to press your fingers over his between your legs. “Is WinWin not enough for you?” Ten teases, and you gasp softly as he fills you with his fingers. “Nobody makes you cum like we do, darling, isn’t that right?”

All you can do is moan.

Ten kisses along your jaw and your throat. His fingers stroke inside you. Your heart thunders in your chest, your body hot and throbbing with need. His eyes glitter in the moonlight when he breaks away from kissing your throat, looking down at you with a smile, his gaze intent as he looks you over. His gaze catches on the bruises and the bite marks, and you know he wants to say something, but Ten keeps his thoughts to himself, instead diving back down to paint his jealousies on your skin with his mouth, making his own marks to cover those already on you.

Ten chooses to leave a hickey on your shoulder, right over a very sensitive spot that your brain reminds you Mark kept favoring hours ago before you fell asleep. (You’re dreaming, remember?, your brain also supplies, and again you reassert your will to not let control of this dream slip away. You want to hold and be held by Ten and Yuta, to finally cum after the past series of horny dreams. You don’t want this dream to end.) your body arches, your pussy contracting around Ten’s fingers, and your fingernails dig into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

“Shit,” Ten hisses, lifting his mouth from your shoulder. He grinds the heel of his palm against your clit, moving his fingers inside you rapidly. Your thighs draw together around his wrist, and as you open your mouth to cry out, Yuta swoops in at last.

You’d nearly forgotten him there, standing as a frozen shadow in the corner of your eye. Everything had been all about Ten, but the moment that Yuta kisses you, your world bursts. Your orgasm brings flames flickering along your fingers even as you rake one hand through Yuta’s hair, the other still digging sharp nails into Ten’s shoulder. Neither of them seem to mind the flames at all. Ten even pulls your hand from his shoulder to his lips, kissing your fiery fingertips first before he sucks first one and then a second finger into his mouth.

Yuta’s hands are warm, familiar. He touches you, a hand on your belly rising up over your ribs to your chest. You whimper into his kiss as he cups one of your tits, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

You’re so caught up in Yuta — the overwhelming feeling of him touching you now, his scent which smells like coming home, the intoxicating tangle of his tongue with yours — that you don’t pay any attention to the way that Ten pulls your fingers from his lips, guiding your hand down to touch him. You register the weight of him in your hand, his fingers curled around yours to get your hand moving, but you lose yourself in kissing Yuta, in the movement of his hand back down your belly, taking over tracing teasing circles on your clit now that Ten is more focused on himself.

You dare not pull away from Yuta’s lips, not even to draw breath to say his name, you just moan it into the kiss, the syllables of his name no more than a deep hum in your chest. He moans in reply, something that sounds like your name.

Whether Yuta shifts Ten out of the way or your dream just rearranges things and removes Ten from the equation, suddenly Yuta is the one hovering over you, his knees touching the insides of your spread thighs. Yuta sinks down and you have missed the wicked shot of pleasure it gives you to see Yuta between your thighs, the feel of him ducking his head to kiss your pussy, opening you up with his tongue, licking you out like you’re giving him the sweetest nectar.

One of his hands snakes up your body covering your mouth as you struggle to not moan loudly for him. Your eyes roll, your hips lifting off the bed to grind against Yuta’s lips, and he cradles an arm beneath your tailbone, holding you against him as he fucks you on his tongue.

“Yuta,” you manage to moan aloud, quickly followed up with a pleading, “Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

His lips are damp as he kisses across your inner thigh. His mouth glistens as he lifts his head to look up at you. His hair is a mess, longer and a little shaggier than you remember it being that last day in Hell City, but his hair is gorgeous nonetheless, and you long to rake your fingers through the inky black softness of it.

Yuta moans softly, biting gently at your belly as you tug at a fistful of his hair. “Careful, my love,” his voice is low with a warning. “Have you forgotten who you belong to?”

You lift your chin, catching his eye and holding his gaze. A challenge. “I belong to no one but myself.”

Your boyfriend grins. “Damn right. But are you telling me that your pussy doesn’t have my name on it, reserved for me?”

Tonight, of course. Right now, definitely.

“Just fuck me!” You whine, knotting your fingers in his hair again to give a yank.

Yuta swears, and then he’s moving, pressing your knees towards your chest, and you’re not exactly sure when all of his clothes disappeared, but he thrusts into you smoothly, all bare skin, bare cock, bare desire as he looks into your eyes while he hits home.

Ten’s hand — as well as the rest of him — makes a sudden reappearance. He covers your mouth with his hand, trapping your moan against his palm. His other hand is busy stroking himself, and just like Yuta, Ten’s clothes have also magically disappeared. Not that you have any complaints about that; in fact, you take the opportunity to admire Ten’s slim frame, his silhouette, the demon marks on his skin that you’re so familiar with yet they seem almost as if you’ve forgotten some of them and are only now rediscovering them.

Yuta leans down, stealing your attention back as he begins kissing your throat, tongue tracing around the bruises on your neck left by Mark’s fangs. Ten takes the opportunity to shift his weight over you, his knees pressing into the mattress beside your head. His gaze meets yours, the hesitation, seeking confirmation and consent which is honestly so hot in the moment. Your mouth falls open, you nod, and you hold your tongue out.

You still have a hand twisted in Yuta’s hair, the other drags your fingernails along the ridges of his spine as he smoothly rolls his hips forward, but as Ten taps the head of his cock against your lips, you abandon Yuta’s back to instead curl your fingernails against the meaty part of Ten’s thigh. You also yank on Yuta’s hair again, and both of your boyfriends moan. Both of them thrust forward – Yuta stroking right against the bundle of nerves inside you that sends a wave of heat to tighten in your core, and Ten slips his cock right over your tongue and into your waiting mouth.

All feels right, in the moment.

You feel complete to have them both inside you, to have WinWin there (even barely playing a role in this dream as he sleeps beside you), and even Mark’s presence isn’t forgotten in the subtle throb of pleasure that lingers from his bites every time that one of your boyfriends brushes over them.

You gag a little around Ten’s cock before you just completely relax, gazing into his eyes as you let him control the blowjob.

Yuta’s lips trail higher up your throat, touching the corner of your jaw, and then he’s whispering in your ear. “So good for us, our little angel. You’re going to look so pretty when Ten cums across your face.” You whine, pussy contracting around Yuta’s cock, and your eyes roll as you break gazes with Ten to attempt to make eye contact with Yuta. Frustratingly, you can’t do that as he keeps his lips against your ear. “Go on, my love, you’re taking our cocks so well. We’ve been without your touch for too long while you’ve been playing with WinWin and Mark.”

You moan around Ten, and a series of syllables in an unknown language pour from his lips. His cock pulses on your tongue.

“Did you think of us when they were touching you?” Yuta asks. His teeth graze your earlobe.

Again, you moan, your body arching, hips rolling in an attempt to get Yuta to move faster and deeper than the gentle rocking tease he’s maintaining right now. Your whole body is covered in goosebumps, a chill running along every inch of skin that he and Ten are not touching – which is far too much of it, as far as you’re concerned.

As if you spoke your thoughts aloud, Ten pulls away.

You gasp for breath, and before you can truly even fully draw in the first breath, Ten’s got his hands on your shoulders, moving you and Yuta, making you both sit up, pushing you up into Yuta’s lap so you’re sitting down on his cock. Ten slides in behind you, his hands on your hips as he moves closer.

“I can’t take this. I need to feel you properly.” Ten kisses between your shoulder blades, and then he’s sliding his fingers down your spine, over your tailbone, dipping down until his touch meets where Yuta fits inside you.

This is without a doubt your favorite dream of the night.

Eons better than those early nightmares, but also so much greater than the series of sex dreams that have led up to this one.

Yuta kisses you quiet as Ten spreads you open, as with each stroke of Ten’s fingers and Yuta’s cock, the heat inside of you burns a little hotter. Yuta draws circles against your clit, still rocking his hips up into you, and finally, Ten joins him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” you sigh, dropping your head forward against Yuta’s shoulder as Ten bottoms out.

As much as you really like WinWin and Mark, as wonderful as all the sex you’ve had with them has been, you know that they can’t ever compare to how you feel with Yuta and Ten. There’s just something so complete in your sexual encounters with the two demons that you don’t think you can ever truly find anywhere else. They fit you perfectly, wholly. If you had to put it into words, maybe you would declare them your soulmates, the perfect fit for you in every way.

With both of them inside you now, with the building tingle in your belly and toes and the feeling of being so full with them, it doesn’t take too long for you to reach your climax. Your body shakes with the intensity of it, pinned between the hot press of your boyfriends’ bodies as they keep moving. Both of them try to kiss you, though Yuta certainly has the main advantage on that as he’s right in front of you, but Ten inserts himself too.

They both keep thrusting into you, bouncing you on their cocks even while they kiss you, muffling your moans and sighs, the way you chant, “Yuta, Yuta, Yuta,” as he keeps stimulating your clit even once tears have already sprung to your eyes and your limbs are trembling from the overstimulating pleasure.

Ten reaches around, tweaking your nipples between his fingers while you’ve got your head turned to the side to be able to kiss him. You roll your hips desperately back and forth on your two boyfriends’ cocks, aiming to never let this end. Even when you reach the point that you’re so sensitive it almost hurts, you don’t want it to end.

You just want them.

Never-ending.

Forever.

Yuta cums first. His flame wings unfurl for an instant, flashing bright white as the tips rise to brush against the ceiling before it’s just him before you again. The faintest scent of smoke lingers in the air. He wraps his arms around you, drawing you against his chest as he pumps you full with his cum even as Ten is still going.

Yuta slowly pulls away from you until he’s lying flat on his back, you supporting yourself on your hands above him, while Ten is still snapping his hips forward against your ass. You throw your head back, unable to help moaning when Ten trails one of his hands up from your chest to your throat, curling his hand lightly there while he brushes his lips along your jaw. He draws the thumb of his other hand over your bottom lip, then he whispers, “Did you want me to cum here, little saint? Paint your lovely face? Or do you want to feel me inside you? Carry a little bit of me with you, along with Yuta and Mark and WinWin?”

Ten flicks his tongue out, and for an instant you catch that tang of sulfur on the air as he does something. A warm feeling fills your belly, and Ten’s voice is right in your ear, ringing through your dream- and lust-hazed mind.

“Gonna make you feel so full, darling.” He humps forward, and you can feel him in your belly. Yuta curses quietly beneath you, his hand coming up to your abdomen. His skin is fire-hot against yours, and his half-soft cock still inside you begins to harden again. “Tell us which of us you missed more?” Ten asks, just loud enough for Yuta to hear, before he thrusts in and grinds in deeper.

The gasp of Ten’s name that falls from your lips is almost involuntary, but it’s exactly what he was hoping to hear.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Ten combs his fingers through your hair drawing it back from where bits of it are falling into your face. You know he wants Yuta to be able to see your face, to see every little expression that tells Yuta how good Ten is making you feel. Nevermind that Yuta’s still inside you too, that he’s coming around for a second round. “Say my name again.”

“Ten!” Your moan pitches into a whine when he keeps going, rocking into you hard and rhythmically, chasing his high as you lose yourself. None of you are considering WinWin, but he’s just a background character in this dream anyway, and he just barely twitches when you let out the loudest moan yet as Yuta finally jumps back into action, thrusting up into you when Ten draws his hips back. They take turns now, pistoning into you alternately so there’s never a moment that you don’t feel absolutely full.

Of course, the heavy scent of sulfur in the air accompanies the little changes they’ve both made. Both of them swelling their cocks to give that little stretch more.

Your orgasm is an explosion — just a trickle of pleasure through a crack in the dam until suddenly the whole of you bursts apart. Flames lick over your skin, though your two boyfriends are quick to extinguish the fire with their lips and hands, smothering out the flames by covering every inch of you in their touches even while they both keep fucking you. Sparks dance between your fingertips as you press your hands into Yuta’s hair, drawing his mouth to yours. It’s a messy, violent, and hungry kiss. You bite at his bottom lip until you get a tiny taste of blood, and he grips your jaw tightly in his hand until you release his lip and open your mouth, wide enough for him to spit on your tongue before crashing your mouths back together.

Ten cums, watching this happen, feeling your pussy throb and hug so snuggly around his cock. He grinds forward, as deep inside you as he can get, cocking pumping you full. An endless amount of cum, it seems, still flooding your belly with warmth as he leans around, digging his hands into your hair and Yuta’s so he can pull you apart long enough for him to join in.

They both keep you moving on top of Yuta. Ten’s slowly rocking his hips as his orgasm begins to taper off, and Yuta’s got his hands on your hips, pulling you down on his cock even as he’s still thrusting smoothly up into you.

You don’t know if it’s simply the tight clutch of your pussy around him that pushes Yuta over the edge into his second orgasm, or if it’s the way that Ten leans back and draws you with him so you’re seated on Yuta’s thighs. Your knees are up, your feet planted on the bed on either side of Yuta’s torso, and you find the strength to start fucking yourself down on Yuta’s solid cock. Ten plays with your nipples, and he suctions his mouth to your throat while you take this one last joyride on Yuta’s cock.

Yuta cums at the same time as you do.

You squirt around his cock, making a mess of his abs and even a bit on his chest. That didn’t bother him a bit, he fucks into you, your pussy frothing around his cock from all the cum, dripping with their thick loads even as he adds even more to it.

Boneless, you collapse back against Ten. You press a hand down against Yuta’s belly, feeling the sticky, wet and slimy mess on his skin. “Fuck,” you sigh. “This has been too good.”

Ten draws you backwards, off of Yuta, and carefully you’re placed back against the pillows. You’re limp now, fucked properly boneless, without the strength to even reach for them as they both climb off the bed.

“Don’t go,” you beg, “Not yet.”

You’re not ready for this dream to end, though you can tell that the time is almost up. You can feel the dream slipping. Growing a little hazy as the blankness between sleep and wakefulness pulls at you.

“No,” you whine, clinging to the dream, clinging to the shapes of Yuta and Ten. “Don’t go.”

Already they’re moving away. They’ve left you in bed, the shadowy distance of the floor growing between you and them. You sit up as quickly as you can, and attempt to throw yourself across that space. For a moment, you experience that horrible slow-motion sense that sometimes happens in dreams, as if you’re reaching for your boyfriends through water, your body dragging through the movements while your brain screams at you to just reach. And then you’re there, off the edge of the bed, on your feet.

Yuta wraps his arms around you. Your chest aches with it – that need and that love, that feeling of never being able to have enough of this right here. You’re able to loosen an arm, to grab Ten around the waist and drag him closer until he crashes against your side, his arms around you too.

You hug them both tightly, like you can crush them into yourself. You want to be inseparable. You want this dream to never end. Waking means facing reality, and your reality is more of a nightmare than this. You don’t want to face the trial, the prospect of the Watchers finding your boyfriends guilty of a fucking stupid violation.

You don’t know when it started, but you quickly find that you’re crying.

Ten rests his chin against the top of your head. The tears fall faster when Ten curls his hand affectionately against the back of your neck, his arm fast around your waist. You clutch at his sides.

“I hate this,” you curse, your words half-muffled against whichever one of your boyfriends’ shoulders you’re pressed against. “I want to be with you. Not just in a dream.”

“Be with us then,” Ten’s lips meet your forehead, sparking over your skin. “You have the power to make dreams reality, darling.”

There’s more truth to that than you would have realized even just a day ago. You’re half-Watcher, half-demon. You don’t have a full understanding of what powers you do have, but your ability to manifest things is great. Maybe, somehow, you do have the ability to shape reality, to bend the course of fate.

Above your head, Yuta whispers something, garbled words that you can’t make out in the moment. Ten holds you even tighter, his lips against your ear when he says, “Come find us, darling. We’re always waiting for you.”

“If you lose the trial,” you say, lifting your head to look into Ten’s eyes, “I can’t follow where you’re going. There’s no finding you in the abyss.”

Ten smiles softly, looking over you to Yuta.

Yuta’s hand slides down the length of your spine. “We won’t lose, my love. Is that why you’ve been crying?” You turn your head when you feel Yuta’s hand on your cheek. “Stop crying for us,” Yuta teases, wiping at your cheeks. “It will all be okay, my love. Stop worrying, and maybe the rest of your sleep will be dreamless tonight.”

As if it’s so easy to stop worrying. Your brain should know better.

Yuta knocks his fingers lightly beneath your chin, dipping in quickly to kiss you. “Pretty girl, do you have no faith in us? Out of all the beings in the universe that wanted you, we’re the ones that found you. We’re the ones that fell in love with you.”

Ten wraps both of his arms around your waist. “Don’t you dare think it’s so easy to get rid of us. Just send us off to a little life or death trial, thinking we’re going to let the result be death. Think positive, little saint. Maybe say a prayer for us.” He kisses your cheek.

You hiccup a little sob. You haven’t prayed in a while, and from what Renjun has told you about the history of God and the Watchers, you’re not even sure if He would be listening to you if you did pray for the liberation of your demons.

“I know Mark and WinWin have been keeping you company, but they’re not replacements.” Yuta strokes your cheek. “We’ll come back to each other.”

Ten snorts. “There’s just a few hoops to jump through first.”

You don’t want to think about those hoops. You’re terrified that you’re going to wake up and it will be morning already, with only an hour or so before the trial’s start. But you’re also scared that you’re going to wake up and find it’s still the middle of the night and there are hours left to go.

“Oh, darling,” Ten coos affectionately, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “Sweet dreams.”

He brushes a light kiss against your lips before moving away to give Yuta the chance for a kiss as well. Yuta leaves his warm fingers on your cheek, his kiss lingering. You part your lips, opening up to deepen the kiss, and Yuta moves in closer, kissing you in the way you haven’t felt in weeks now, since before that night when they were both taken. It’s a desperate and loving kiss, like he doesn’t want to pull away either, that he doesn’t want you to leave he and Ten behind in this dream either.

Still mid-kiss, you hear a distant noise, like the slamming of a door, hard enough to rattle you and the walls of this dream.

You gasp, bolting upright in bed, torn from the dream.

“Another one?” Mark sighs, exasperated and concerned as he slides closer to you on the bed. His cool hand rests against your cheek where seconds ago Yuta’s warm touch had been in the dream. Mark’s other arm curls around your shoulders, and you lean against his chest. “Maybe you shouldn’t fall back asleep.”

You shake your head. If anything, you want to fall back asleep even more now. You want back into that dream, to get to see them and be with them again like you had in that one.

WinWin is still deep asleep on your other side. Sleeping like a rock, as he’s been for most of your series of nightmares and dreams.

Morning isn’t quite here yet, but the view of the garden outside the window is light enough that you can tell sunrise is almost upon you.

“You’ve been so restless,” Mark says, petting your hair. “When I got back from showering just a bit ago, you were right on the edge of the bed, looked like you were about to roll right off.” He noses against the side of your head. “And you’d been crying again.”

“I’m fine,” you tell him, brushing away his worries. “They’re just dreams.”

Mark scoffs. “I may not have dreamt in years, but I remember having some rough dreams when I was a human. Nightmares, like you’ve clearly been having tonight. Do you want to talk about it?”

No, you don’t. You change the subject instead. “What do you do all night since you don’t sleep or dream? Other than watch me sleep like a creep.” You’re teasing and Mark knows it; he laughs quietly, his head still resting against the side of yours.

“Mostly I just think. I can’t dream, but I can still daydream, so I do a lot of that. I can relax myself, kinda like meditation, which is a good substitute for sleep, so if I’m really bored I do that.” He squeezes his arm around your shoulders. “While we’ve been here, I’ve read a lot through the night, explored the House when that was allowed, or ran over our plans, each checking various outcomes of every scenario. I’ve looked out the window, studying the grounds. But back in Hell City I just listened to music or read or enjoyed the nightclubs, which I hope my team hasn’t run into the ground while we’ve been away.”

“It’s so weird to me that you’re like the badass vampire king of the underground scene that I met that first night, but you’re also you.” You tilt your head to get a look at his face, but Mark avoids eye contact, instead pulling you into an inescapable hug instead. You sigh, brushing your lips beneath his jaw. “You’re so kind, so easygoing with me. Like, if I met you like this before anything else, I would never believe that you were the kind of guy who created and runs a whole underground network of nightclubs, or that you’re the head of the biggest coven in Hell City.”

Sometimes you forget that Mark is an important person. He has a role in the society of Hell City. Not that Yuta, Ten, and WinWin aren’t important.

But Mark knows people. He runs in multiple circles.

“Don’t you think they’re wondering where you are?” You ask.

“Probably they think I’m holed up somewhere with you.” He tucks his head, nose brushing your neck as he breathes in. “Everyone close to me could smell you on me. You have a strong scent, babe. A really good one. Even before WinWin and I were guarding you in your apartment, your scent was all over me, and my coven and associates would razz me about it. They all wanted to know who you were; who had finally beguiled me out of my celibacy streak.”

You laugh aloud before remembering that WinWin is still sleeping on the other side of the bed. More quietly, you ask, “Beguiled you?”

Mark nods, his cool cheek pressed between your shoulder and your neck, and you have the feeling that if he were human, he’d be fully blushing right now. “From the first time I saw you. You looked like a treat in that pretty red dress. You still had the look of innocence on you, and you’ve only gotten more and more beautiful.”

Flattery.

It’s your turn to blush and you push at Mark’s shoulder, but he only turns his head, kissing along your collarbone. “I was beyond jealous when the three of you started fucking,” he admits, “When neither Ten or Yuta could keep their hands off of you even while we were out in public. But I get it. No one can ever get enough of you.”

You giggle and it turns into a moan when Mark kisses down your chest.

Mark pulls you up into his lap. His head is bowed, lips on your chest, kissing your breasts. You gasp his name, giggling as his hair tickles against your skin.

“Can’t you keep it down?” WinWin groans sleepily, rolling over and dragging the pillow over his face. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Your only response is to sigh Mark’s name again. It’s not your fault that WinWin has been sleeping like the dead up until this point, completely ignorant of the prior conversation, almost all of your rough wakings from dreams. He’d barely stirred since the first nightmare had jolted you awake. But now he’s awake, and fully aware of what you and Mark were getting started.

WinWin reaches over, loosely groping as if he can find the snooze button on the pair of you. Mark laughs when WinWin accidentally grabs onto his ear.

The sun isn’t even up yet, but the three of you are awake and laughing, Mark’s head pillowed against your tits as WinWin’s hand falls down to your thigh. This moment is good and happy, you think, memorizing the sound of Mark’s laugh and the crinkle of WinWin’s eyes as he peers out from beneath the pillow.

And then the happy moment shatters, splintering into a million slivers.

A door slams against the wall out in the common room. Footsteps race across the floor towards the green bedroom, and the door bursts open.

WinWin leaps off the bed, twisted among the sheets as he falls to all fours. His limbs shudder with the adrenaline of transformation. His teeth are already bared into fangs, a growl ripping from his throat.

“Oh my God!” Renjun cries from his spot in the doorway.

Neither his eyes nor his exclamation are meant for WinWin writhing on the floor. Instead, Renjun is looking right at your bare back, your position in Mark’s lap, and probably the bitemarks and bruises left on your back from the activities throughout the night. Renjun covers his eyes with his hand, spinning around so his back is to the room.

“Sorry to interrupt!” He says quickly. “But we have to go. Like, now.”

Mark nearly dumps you off of his lap onto the floor.

“Go? Go where?” Mark asks, but he’s already moving. He pulls on a shirt from a pile of discarded clothes on the settee in the corner of the room. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t have time to explain. Just get dressed.” Renjun half-turns, catching a slight glimpse of you pulling on an outfit you’ve just manifested from thin air, spotting WinWin struggling to free himself from the bedsheets on the floor. “Quickly.”

WinWin stands in the middle of the room naked. “We’re not going anywhere until you tell us what’s going on, Renjun.”

You’ve never seen Renjun angry really. Frustrated, yes. Annoyed, yes. But in this moment you get to see a combination of new emotions play out across his pretty features. His silver eyes nearly glow in the darkness, his face flushing, his shoulders tensing and he draws himself up to his full height, which truly seems to grow with his anger. “Just fucking listen to me! I don’t have time to explain!”

You and Mark are already dressed, driven on by the anger and the panic bleeding into Renjun’s voice. You toss a shirt and pair of pants at WinWin.

There aren’t many belongings that you have here in the House of the Watchers. You came here with essentially just the clothes on your back, but there are a few small items that you’ve manifested that you want to take with you scattered about, so you gather them up quickly as WinWin pulls on his clothes.

Renjun watches closely, and the moment that WinWin has slipped his feet into a pair of shoes, Renjun is spinning on his heel, marching across the common room.

“Are the guards going to let us out?” Mark asks, keeping close behind Renjun.

“No.” Renjun doesn’t even look around. He passes right by the door of the common room, heading right for the door of the blue bedroom. “I have a better idea.”

You haven’t stepped foot in the blue bedroom since the first night here. All the mirrors covering the walls had been thoroughly off-putting, and after Renjun’s warning to WinWin about the mirrors, the door to that bedroom had been firmly closed. Until now.

Now the door is slightly open, likely swung nearly shut again from where Renjun had slammed it open moments ago.

“Where are we going?” WinWin repeats, warily pausing in the doorway while you and Mark follow Renjun inside.

“We’re leaving,” is all that Renjun says before he faces a large, ornate mirror with gilt edges. “It’s not safe here for you any longer.”

You begin to ask, “But what about—“

“It’s not safe.” Renjun cuts you off sharply. “If we don’t leave now, I’m not sure when you’ll find the chance again. Are you coming?”

He reaches into the mirror, the reflection rippling outward from the point where his hand disappears up to the wrist. His other hand, he extends to you. You take it. Mark doesn’t hesitate, clutching your hand. It’s WinWin who hovers halfway between the doorway and where the three of you are lined up in front of the mirror.

You can see the distrust in his eyes. He’s always been a bit unsure of Renjun’s allegiance, and this whole situation paired with the pre-existing distrust could make Renjun’s intentions seem sketchy. But you trust Renjun entirely; he’s never shown you any reason to doubt him, and you’re all aware of the danger the Watchers pose.

“We’re just leaving?” WinWin asks. “What about Ten and Yuta?”

Your heart thuds heavily in your chest. The memory of them in your dream still lingers on your skin, the ghost of their lips and hands, a dull ache between your legs, though that’s really more likely to be due to the very real continuous fucking you’d done with the vampire and werewolf that flank you right now.

Renjun just glares at WinWin. “I said we have to leave now, didn’t you get that? I know that the three of you came here on a rescue mission, or whatever, but truly, if I don’t get you out of here right now, there’s no hope of any of you making it out. So come with me, or stay, but it’s your life on the line.”

You don’t like the idea of leaving Yuta and Ten alone here, down in the dungeon to face their trial later today all alone. But if what Renjun is saying, if the urgency in his tone is any indication, then you really can’t wait around to attempt a prisonbreak for your boyfriends. Not now.

There’s a sharp pain in your chest, the sting of tears in your eyes.

You remember that last goodbye in their cells. You know that God might not be listening, but you send up a desperate plea to Him. Please, don’t let that be the last time that you see them.

Mark squeezes your hand. Renjun makes a short sound of frustration, and WinWin growls from deep in his chest. You know he wants a proper explanation from Renjun about what is happening, and you know that he – like you and Mark too – doesn’t want to leave without Yuta and Ten, not without at least knowing their fates aren’t sealed with a stamp of doom. But you also know that your boyfriends would put your safety and the assuredness of you having a future over their own lives right now. You know, without a doubt, that they would urge you to take this escape Renjun is offering you.

“WinWin,” you say his name gently, shaking Mark’s hand out of yours to instead reach for WinWin. “I know you don’t trust him, but whether Renjun’s leading us to safety or into a trap, wouldn’t you rather be there?”

Renjun makes an insulted sound behind you, but you ignore him. Your eyes are only on WinWin.

“If you won’t trust him, trust me. Trust my judgment call.” You wiggle your fingers at him. Renjun sighs impatiently behind you, which earns him a sharp glare from WinWin before the werewolf slides his hand into yours.

You can’t hold both Mark and WinWin’s hands as well as Renjun’s, too.

Mark takes WinWin’s other hand, eyeing the tight hold you have now on WinWin.

“Perfect,” Renjun says, readjusting his hold on your hand. “Now, there are a few things before we do this. Clear your mind, hold your breath, just let me lead you. That means don’t let go of the hand in front of you. Don’t let go of the one behind you. Don’t try to follow anywhere other than where I lead, got it?”

Mark and WinWin grumble their acknowledgements.

You’re expecting it this time when Renjun leads you through the bitter cold of the mirror’s surface, but it is impossible to prepare yourself for how truly cold it is.

WinWin squeezes your hand harshly, grinding the bones of your hand together as he follows you into the mirror. You can only imagine Mark is doing the same to him.

The cold scrapes over your skin, and you keep your eyes shut tight because you hated doing this the first time, and this time is certainly no better. You just follow where Renjun leads, holding tight to both hands you hold to keep WinWin and Mark moving right behind you. Once again, you feel your chest growing tight with the need to breathe right as Renjun’s hand pulls away, but this time you just embrace the feeling. You don’t panic.

This time, you slip through the surface of the mirror like you’re stepping through a curtain. It parts around you, silken as it slides over your skin, and you step out into the warm and gentle air beside Renjun.

WinWin stumbles out behind you, immediately looping his arm around you, holding you tight back against his chest. Mark emerges from the mirror’s surface, waving it away like fog or wisps of cobwebs. His eyes touch on yours briefly before he’s looking around, glancing over Renjun then at the rest of the room.

You recognize this place.

The empty ballroom where Renjun had found you on your first morning here.

He’s just led you through the ornate mirror that takes up almost one entire wall of the ballroom. Ahead of you are the floor-to-ceiling windows set in the other three walls, and the view from here is still of a luscious garden swathed in the shadows of twilight before sunrise.

When Renjun sets out across the empty, glossy floor of the ballroom, you realize where he’s leading you.

“Outside?” You ask. Your voice echoes oddly around the space.

Renjun half-turns to look back at you. “Of course. Where did you think we were going? I told you we were leaving.”

“I thought you said it was dangerous out there?” You ask. “That if we step outside–”

“As long as we’re not planning to re-enter, it shouldn’t be a problem. And we’re not coming back in. Also, the sooner we leave, the better,” Renjun says, continuing on towards the doors that lead out to the garden. “As soon as that guard outside your rooms realizes that the three of you have vanished, they’re going to tear this house apart looking for you.”

WinWin propels you forward without another word. He keeps behind you, Mark beside him, both of them herding you towards Renjun. WinWin leaves a hand lightly on your back, not letting you slip away from him.

“A few things before we go,” Renjun says, “Once we step out there, the House will lock us out. And there are more reasons than just simply getting locked out for the Watchers to warn you off exploring outside the House. There are monsters. The primordial mindless beasts God placed in Purgatory with nowhere else to put them, which the Watchers have attempted to domesticate over the eons without much success. They kinda roam the gardens and the forest freely after dark, starving and mindless. You don’t want one of them to cross our path. So just a heads-up. If you see something big, dark, and monstrous hurtling towards us, run in the opposite direction.”

As if any of that makes you feel any better about leaving right now.

Danger lurks inside the House as well as outside.

“Maybe I should shift,” WinWin suggests quietly. His hand slides up to your shoulder. “I’m stronger when I’m a wolf. I can protect you better.”

“You’re reckless as a wolf,” Mark shoots back. “If there’s a monster out there, you’ll go chasing it down and get lost.”

WinWin glares over at Mark. “I’ll smell anything coming. I’ll be able to run faster. I can rip out the throat of any threat.”

You don’t miss the way WinWin’s gaze slides over to Renjun when he says that.

“They’re weak to sunlight. The beasts out there.” Renjun lays his hand on the handle of the door. “The sun should be up soon, but we need to get out of here before then. Transform into a wolf if you want, but like Mark said, if you run off, we’re not waiting for you. Getting her to safety is my top priority.”

Renjun says it with such an official business tone, it throws you off for a second. You met the guy five days ago, and yes, he’s been helpful and friendly and honest with you, but right now it seems like he’s risking a lot for someone he met only a few days ago. But of course, Mark and WinWin can’t disagree with him as your safety is their top priority as well.

WinWin suddenly drags his shirt over his head, passing it off to you as you stand there in surprise at the man abruptly stripping in front of you.

Renjun swears under his breath, turning his back on the three of you, though you can still see his face reflecting in the panes of glass. Mark grumbles as well, saying something about how WinWin just can’t seem to ever keep his clothes on. WinWin doesn’t acknowledge either of the other men, instead he finishes pulling his clothes off and handing them to you.

“Keep them safe for me. Wherever he’s taking us, I doubt I want to be there naked.” WinWin smiles and dips in to kiss your cheek before he strides forward. “Are we going out there or what?”

Renjun swings the door open.

WinWin is the first one outside, stepping barefooted onto the stone patio. Pale pre-dawn light filters down over him, outlining and contouring him. Renjun brushes right by him, doing his best to avoid the other’s nudity. Mark, however, smacks WinWin’s hip as he passes by, saying, “Hurry up with the transformation. We’re in a rush.”

You bundle WinWin’s clothes up tightly against your chest and strike out after them. You like looking at WinWin — his tall, thin frame and wiry muscles, the small curve of his ass. Now isn’t the time for admiring him, but less than fifteen minutes ago you were midway through getting sensual with Mark, so it’s not like your mind is too far away from getting lost in lust.

“Let’s go,” Mark sighs, reaching over to grab your hand.

As he leads you away from where WinWin is standing just outside of the House, you can hear the beginnings of the transformation behind you. You hear WinWin gasp, his breathing growing ragged. There’s a groan and a crunching sound. Mark keeps you moving forward, walking along behind Renjun down a set of stone steps onto the garden path.

This garden is vastly different from the one that you passed through on your first day here in Purgatory. That one had been near death, but this garden thrives with life. Tall hedges are full of verdant leaves, trees line the path with branches adorned in flowers and fruit. Beds are overflowing with fragrant roses and violets, with small bush-like plants that have shiny green leaves, some other plants with leaves the size of your head, some that have vines trailing through the other flowerbeds.

There are so many plants, and you can’t even begin to hope to identify even half of them. The important and astounding thing is that they’re all alive.

A howl breaks through the air behind you, long and high, carried on the light breeze that flutters petals from the tree branches as you pass beneath them. Moonlight casts shadows through the leaves as the moon emerges from behind a cloud.

Renjun freezes when the shining light washes over him, his head tilted up to the moon. His skin seems to glow, soaking in the moonlight until his skin and his hair and his eyes all have the silvery sheen of the full moon. “My mother used to tell me elves are stronger beneath the light of the moon and the stars. It’s been so long since I was able to feel like this. The Watchers hardly ever allowed me outdoors, and never during the night.” The air shimmers around him, taking on a pearly, glittery sheen.

Behind you comes the heavy sound of feet hitting the ground, four feet treading very quickly towards you. WinWin, in full wolf form, leaps clear over the nearby hedge, his forepaws sliding a little in the dirt on the landing, but otherwise graceful. He lopes casually towards the three of you, his gaze constantly darting around, ears twitching. He butts his head gently against your shoulder when he reaches you, and you twist your fingers through his thick fur.

“Keep your heads up,” Renjun says, and his voice even sounds different, exposed to the moonlight right now. Lighter, airier, with a more bell-like tone. And when he starts walking away, even his steps are lighter, barely touching the dirt.

Renjun leads your strange party through the garden, down winding turning paths, through arches cut into the hedges, guiding the way turn after turn of this maze-like garden.

Mostly it’s quiet and peaceful, but as the plants begin to grow browner, the branches of the trees more bare, the air takes on a more eerie and ominous feeling. The shadows are deeper, the air takes on a chill, and although you appear to be alone, you swear you can feel eyes on you.

You jump, startled the first time you see a statue half-hidden in an overgrown hedge, its stony gray gaze staring without seeing.

Your party of four is moving quickly through the garden, though you’re beginning to realize that the luscious garden you’d first entered just a short while ago is the same that you’d entered through on that first day. Different sections, same garden. Everything around you is passing through the seasons of plantlife, and you’re passing through the fading season of autumnal browns, oranges, purples, reds, and yellows. Leaves crunch under foot. Mud clings to the soles of your shoes as you rush along a narrow path.

Renjun pauses when you reach an open plot. Just before you, the path sinks down a few steps into a sunken garden. Trellises draped with withered vines sit dry-rotting. The wind whistles eerily, rattling the branches of a nearly barren tree in the center of the sunken section. Paths lead off of this circular opening like the spokes of a wheel, and Renjun takes a moment to look around, as if he can’t quite remember which way to go from here.

The first sign you get that something might be wrong is the distant sound of cracking and breaking branches. Something moving rapidly closer.

“Shit,” Renjun curses quietly, and then he’s taking off.

Mark catches up with him easily, and you set off at a run as well. WinWin keeps pace beside you, though you’re sure that he could easily outdistance you too. He snaps and snarls as he runs beside you, and you wonder if he’s agitated because of Renjun or because of whatever was making the noise.

You decide you don’t care which it is when you skid to a halt behind Mark. He’s stopped at another forking path. Renjun is looking around at the two dark paths that lie ahead. Mark’s fangs are bared as he spins in a circle, scanning both of the paths ahead as well as the one behind.

An uncanny chattering, chittering sound approaches.

Your flames are drawn to the surface, the power zipping along that connection to that deep well you’ve felt before. Could you teleport yourself out of here now? If things take a bad turn, could you jump away from the danger? Something inside you sings, like a warning raking its nails down your spine. You hold your flames just beneath the surface of your skin, not wanting them to set you aglow, like a beacon in the dark to whatever menacing creature is stalking through the garden.

The distant horizon glows faintly orange, hinting at the impending sunrise.

“How much farther to wherever you’re taking us?” Mark asks.

WinWin’s head snaps around to the left, staring at something in the shadows that you can’t see. His ears flatten to his head, eyes burning hot as he bares his sharp teeth to growl. He moves around, his body knocking into you, accidentally or purposefully moving you backwards, moving you closer to Mark.

“We don’t have far,” Renjun says quietly, “Come quickly.”

He sets off again. The steady pace this walk had begun as quickly becomes a frantic lope and then it becomes a jog. Renjun quickly leads you in the opposite direction from the chattering sound of whatever beast lay hidden in the shadows behind you. Your head feels stuck on a swivel, scanning from side-to-side down the empty, dark stretches of off-shooting pathways Renjun takes you by.

“Through here,” he says, and then he vanishes into the hedge wall.

As you watch Mark ahead of you, you realize there’s a low tunnel cutting through a series of hedges, or perhaps running through a thick wall of hedge. A secret tunnel through which to navigate the gardens unseen. Branches, leaves, cobwebs whip by as you duck through the tunnel. One sharp branch catches you on the cheek, and you feel the sting of it breaking skin. In front of you, Mark gasps, turning his head as the fresh scent of your blood spikes his senses. Behind you, WinWin snarls, gnashing his teeth together in a way that seems to say, “Keep fucking moving!”

You push Mark forward. The scratch on your cheek is just that: a small blemish, just a tiny blossom of blood.

He stumbles forward, keeping his head turned around, looking behind you at WinWin’s wolf eyes or perhaps at something beyond him. You can hear it now, the chittering and clicking sound growing closer, the snapping sound of branches that you’d believed to be WinWin crashing through the brush. But it’s more than that. You can hear the whipping sound of something moving quickly outside the tunnel, and if you look straight ahead at Renjun’s faintly glowing figure cutting through the branches ahead of Mark, you can kind of even see the shadowy shape of something running alongside the tunnel, making the same disturbing sounds as whatever is behind you.

Up ahead, you can see the end of the tunnel, opening into a clear spot in this hideous, half-dead garden. Moonlight greets Renjun as he makes it through, standing straight and spinning around to gesture for Mark, you, and WinWin to follow. He looks so small, ethereal too, as he stands in the mouth of the hedge tunnel, his face alight with the magic the Watchers have been denying him for too long.

“It’s just over here, c’mon!” He calls.

Mark moves a little faster, as quick as he can while being hunched over in this low passage. You’re right behind him, your fingers on one hand knotted with his.

You can hear the creatures gaining on you. Both the one inside the tunnel and the one that you can see in your peripheral vision. The sky visible behind Renjun’s head still appears no closer to daylight than it had before. Dark navy with only the barest hint of orange sunrise at the horizon. There’s got to be some way to escape them before sunrise.

Mark all but drags you out of the tunnel, hauling you firmly onto your feet, already attempting to propel you in front of him, putting himself between you and the beast in the tunnel.

WinWin bursts from the tunnel, his hackles standing on end, muzzle pulled into a snarl.

A thick brown limb shoots from the mouth of the hedge tunnel, and you watch in horror as it grasps WinWin’s tail and both of his hind legs. With a yelp that sounds entirely too much like a human scream, WinWin vanishes backwards into the tunnel.

Not a second after WinWin vanishes, dragged by one of the monsters of Purgatory back into the tunnel, another beast comes bursting through the hedge to your left.

A brown blur of heavy fleshy body, it clips your shoulder before slamming full-force into Renjun.

The world spins, goes white, and then fades back into focus with a burst of pain in your head and your right shoulder. The sky wheels above you as you open your eyes. Clouds, the moon, a few faint stars, the tops of the hedges all spin together, blurring in an increasingly nauseating way.

“Fuck!” Mark cries, his voice muted in your ears, and you realize he’s leaning over you, his face filling your vision, his hands patting your cheeks. “Get up! Shit!”

He disappears.

Only a moment longer is all it takes for your senses to return to you.

You sit up, fighting down a wave of nausea that rises. The ground feels unsteady beneath your feet as you lift yourself up, your shoulder aches, head throbbing.

For the first time, you get a clear look at one of these beasts.

The thing has no face.

A round brown-black head of leathery loose skin and a wide mouth that cuts through most of its head. Rows of jagged teeth drip with saliva as the beast that knocked you down leers down at Renjun. He’s pinned to the ground beneath its heavy frame. The thick body shows only a ridge of a spine down the middle of its back, a whip-like tail. It has six legs, two of which are at present grappling with Renjun, another two attempt to ward off Mark’s attacks on it.

Turns out that your instincts haven’t changed yet. Given the chance for fight or flight (and flight isn’t really any option here), your body still chooses to freeze.

Watching the chaos around you, you’re not sure what to do.

Renjun and Mark fight one of the creatures. WinWin and the other are still crashing around inside the mouth of the tunnel. You can see blood and bits of fur, hear the snarling from WinWin and the chattering of the creatures. The monster fighting Mark and Renjun is the bigger of the two, easily handling both of them.

You know your strength isn’t enough. The hand-to-hand combat WinWin and Mark had trained you in won’t do you much good here. You need something better. You need the sunlight like Renjun said, but the sun is being slow to rise this morning, and you need it now.

Yuta’s voice appears in the back of your mind, hazy from an older memory. “You can manifest anything you want,” he’d told you, encouraging you to manifest the stars and moon since you missed seeing them in Hell City. You’d done exactly that, creating the little galaxy on your apartment ceiling, and that gives you an idea now. You think of the ball of fire you’d played with before the High Watcher and his court of Watchers.

If you can make stars and planets to fill your ceiling, if you can already make a bright ball of fire, surely you can make a Sun now?

Your fire still burns just beneath your skin, and it takes nothing to ignite yourself.

You go up like a matchstick doused in gasoline, which is to say, instantaneously.

The beast fighting against Mark and Renjun breaks away from them, turning its ugly head towards you. It clicks its many rows of teeth together, even licks its lips like it can’t wait to take a bite out of you. The hideous body contorts, convulsing as it rises onto its hind legs to take a step towards you.

You crank up the heat, and you can feel the connection to that deep well inside you straining to give all the power you can muster. You imagine manifesting a Sun as you had with the stars. You imagine imbibing it with the heat that you’ve drawn up, forming it into a sphere between your hands.

Another one of the beasts emerges from the tunnel. A long scratch stretches down its side, a strip of skin flayed off, but it doesn’t seem to mind. Your heart pounds, checking the mouth of the tunnel for any sign of WinWin, but the entrance remains empty and dark behind the monster. You try not to let that worry you too much. You need to focus on the fire, on the heat, on creating a Sun.

The chittering sound of the beasts grow closer, and with your eyes closed you luckily can’t see them leering at you with their featureless round heads, their wide mouths and many teeth. Through your eyelids you can see the growing glow of a white-orange light; you can feel the tingle of the heat against your palms.

A warm breeze picks up, blowing your hair away from your face, whipping around you like a desert storm while the heat between your hands grows warmer. You can feel the heat leaching out of you to feed this sun you’re growing, fingertips growing cold even as you feel the heat kissing against them. It blows dry air against your face, baking you in its radiant heat, forcing your eyes open when a particularly harsh gust of blazing air hits you full in the face.

Around the edge of the corona on the sun you’ve created, you see the blurry image of the monsters of Purgatory, muddled by the heat mirage. Renjun is on the ground, pale and limp amid a bed of dead flowers. WinWin is still nowhere to be seen. Mark is fighting with a third beast that has appeared from somewhere, and the scene is that of flashing claws and teeth, a spray of blood that catches in the light of your creation.

You need it brighter, stronger.

You’re at the glow of a large bonfire, which has only served to draw the attention of the two creatures. The large one that abandoned Renjun prowls back and forth only a few feet in front of you, head turned towards your light. The other just watches, leering at you with its dripping maw. They’re not afraid of the light yet, not like Renjun had said. You need to push yourself harder, you know you can do it.

You seek along that connection inside of you, following it to that deep, fathomless place inside you. You reach into the well of power, feeling it white-hot and deep, liquid energy like gasoline for your fire. It’s limitless and you dive yourself into it, pooling it fully around you until you feel the world burst apart around you.

An aurora of white fire, edged in blue and orange and red, tinged golden and even purple in some places fills the night sky, turning it from night to day in a split second.

The creatures shriek. The big one in front of you crumples up on the ground, limbs drawing in, one set of its legs rising to uselessly cover its face. You can see the disgusting shrinking and burning of its fleshy skin, the curl of smoke rising, the pitch of its clicking and chattering growing until it cuts out entirely. The other cringes, shifting its weight back and forth, watching you uncertainly until the heat of your manifested Sun reaches it. You can see smoke rising from its flesh, skin bubbling and blistering before it screeches and flees, bounding away into the night.

The beast fighting Mark lingers the longest, though when stray flares flick out into the night, whipping at the creature’s body, it disentangles itself quickly, fleeing after the other, back into the darkness where it had come from.

The heat and light swell around you, reaching new heights and power.

Mark sinks backwards, lifting his arms to cover his face. THe edges of his sleeves singe, turning black and smoking. His skin is turning pink then red, and he’s shouting something; you can see his lips moving, but you can’t hear him over the deafening roar of your Sun, over the immense pounding of your own heart like a drum.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot movement.

A new threat, a shadow figure emerging from the hedge.

You ready yourself to send solar flares in the direction of this newcomer, but then you see the wonder in his eyes.

WinWin, stubbornly still alive despite the fight the monster put up, pulls himself from the tunnel still in his wolf form. He looks unsteady, holding one paw off the ground, but he’s watching you. You can see the light of your sun reflected back in his eyes. The awe and terror shining through, making his wolf eyes almost human.

With a shiver, you let the sun fall.

The darkness of dawn rushes back in. The glowing sphere falls to the ground, bounces once on the soil, and bursts like a bubble filled with smoke, the last of the glowing light rolls across the ground like fog, vanishing before your eyes.

Your body follows the sun to the ground, your knees hit the earth with a jarring thump. Your head pounds, the world wavering in the colors of dawn and darkness as you gasp for breath, all of your strength leaving you. You close your eyes, shivering and barely able to hold yourself upright, hands to the cold and damp earth. The world sways unsteadily around you. All of your nausea rushes back in, your vision fills entirely with black, and you feel yourself slipping away, untethered.

A hand curling over the back of your neck brings you back. Hot and firm, the hand on your neck draws you to lift your head.

You hear your name from a distance. Again. A tap against your cheek.

Slowly, you open your eyes, though they feel leaden.

WinWin.

Human again.

“Are you okay?” He asks, crouching down in front of you. “That was incredible.”

Mark is hunched over Renjun in the flowerbed now, feeding him a little blood, and already you can see Renjun’s slight color returning to his face.

The crumpled body of the dead creature smolders a few feet away.

“We should go,” you say, and your voice sounds faint and muffled even to your ears. “I don’t have the energy to attempt that again if any more of them come this way.”

WinWin helps you to your feet, an arm tight around your waist. You notice his other hand holds his clothes that you’d dropped in the chaos. They’re slightly singed from the sunburst, but he doesn’t appear in any hurry to put them on.

Renjun is blinking up at the sky when you and WinWin reach him. A little blood hangs at the corner of his mouth. Mark has his fingers pressed to Renjun’s pulse, brows drawn together in concern.

“He’s fine,” Mark announces. “Recovering, but fine.”

“And you?” You ask, reaching for Mark, to the burns that you can see on his arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t consider how the sunlight would affect you. I was only thinking about making them go away.”

“I’m fine,” Mark says quickly. “Really, I’m fine.”

You muster a little smile. “You keep saying that, but I don’t think you know what it means.” Repeating his words from just yesterday to him brings a flash of a smile to Mark’s lips. “But if you insist you’re fine, then we should definitely get moving.”

Renjun brushes Mark away as he offers a helping hand up, and instead Renjun pushes his elbows on the ground to be able to sit up by himself. “You’re right. We need to get out of here. Who knows who’s coming after that light show. Appreciate it though.”

There’s a long gash across his belly, the shirt torn, but the skin beneath is healing thanks to Mark. Smaller scratches and bruises are already nearly healed on his face, arms, and neck, but there is one wound that seems to be healing slower than the rest, a large bite mark still oozing blood at his shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Renjun repeats. You and Mark exchange a look and a small smile. “We just need to go.”

As Renjun stands, you look back over at WinWin. He’s redressed in his singed clothes now, plucking at burnt bits that still cling on, but your attention slides past his shoulder to the House rising out of the darkness in the distance. Lights fill the windows, shadowed figures line the rooftop, and you can tell the Watchers are searching.

You take WinWin’s hand. “We have to go now.”

Renjun can’t run as quickly as before, limping as he takes off around a curve in the hedge wall. You don’t ask WinWin why he hasn’t transformed back into a wolf, but he’s limping as well, his lips pressed in a grimace as he keeps pace with you, so you suspect he must be injured as well. Mark has his own injuries, nursing an arm against his chest, and you don’t miss the sneaky kick he leaves against the corpse of the defeated beast.

This new path that Renjun guides the way along is tight and winding, and you quickly realize he’s leading you through a maze. And it’s clearly not one that he knows incredibly well.

He pauses at intersections, head turning back and forth between the two paths. He leads you all down a dead-end and you have to retrace your footsteps. When he leads you down a second dead-end, Mark sighs.

“Are you trying to get us lost or are we heading for the center of the maze?” Mark asks. “Because I could see this maze from our window at the House, and I swear you’re taking all the wrong turns.”

That makes WinWin stiffen beside you, his doubts on Renjun reawakened.

Renjun spins to face the three of you.

WinWin steps forward, looking so much larger than Renjun as he comes closer. He’s still holding onto your hand, making sure you’re secure.

“The fountain!” Renjun blurts, cringing away as WinWin stalks towards him. “I’m taking you to the fountain! Can’t you hear it?”

You can hear it, actually.

A soft burbling that you now remember hearing the first night on your arrival. Back then you’d not seen a fountain, and right now you don’t see one either, but it’s certainly close by. You can hear the tinkling sound of water falling, the quiet rush of it moving over a lip in the fountain.

“We’re close, but I can’t remember where the turn is.” Renjun rakes his fingers through his hair in frustration. “All we have to do is get to this fountain. It’s like the one you used to come here. Once we’re through, we’ll be safe.”

You pull on WinWin’s hand, and he sinks backwards from Renjun. “Are we going back to Hell City?” You don’t think that seems like the safest option considering that’s where the Watchers found Ten and Yuta the last time, but you don’t know where else Renjun could find that would be safe from them. They’re the Watchers; it’s kind of their whole thing to be able to see everything, to have some idea where everyone is.

“Not there.” Renjun slips around WinWin, and he brushes his hand on your shoulder. “Somewhere safer, I promise. They won’t find us there.”

He doesn’t elaborate, though you think it would be better if he did. Now neither WinWin nor Mark seem to have much trust in the elfin man as he turns a new corner, his head held high and ears perked to catch any new hints for the fountain.

You start to follow, but WinWin pulls on your hand so you fall back to his side.

“Can we trust him?” WinWin asks for what feels to be the hundredth time. “Like, what the fuck is going on? He’s not explaining anything to us, he got us out of our warm, safe bed in the middle of the night just to lead us into danger, and now he’s leading us in circles and doesn’t seem to actually know where the fuck he’s going.”

Mark lowers his head, scuffing his toes over the ground. “I like him. I want to trust him, but I saw this maze from our window. I spent one whole night memorizing it when I was bored, and I can’t tell where he’s taking us.”

“He just said he’s taking us to a fountain!” You argue, pulling your hand free of WinWin’s. “Why do you both find him so difficult to trust?”

“Well why do you find him so easy to trust?” WinWin spits back.

“Maybe it’s one of my main character faults.” You slip away from him, stepping around Mark as well. “I trust too easily. Like the night I met you, WinWin. But that night you were just trying to fuck me. Renjun is trying to save us.”

WinWin at least has the decency to look slightly ashamed.

“He’s never shown me any reason to doubt him, and he’s done nothing but help us since we came here.” You look between the faces of your two lovers. “Maybe he couldn’t help us get Yuta and Ten out, but at least he’s helping us escape. I can’t imagine the pressure he must feel with you, WinWin, constantly breathing down his neck, ready to rip into him for the slightest mistake. He’s trying to help, show some gratitude.”

WinWin stands like a chastised puppy, tail between his legs, head bowed. He’s not so used to seeing you irritated with him. Mark’s wringing his hands together in front of him, watching you with an expression that reads as hoping you don’t turn on him next but also pretty in awe of you right now.

“What?” You ask.

Mark smiles. “You’re just kinda hot right now.”

WinWin groans. “Now isn’t the fucking time, Mark.”

The vampire’s grin grows wider, flashing his fangs at WinWin. “It’s always—“

Rapid footsteps fly along the pathway, a body throws itself around the corner of the maze. You swing on instinct at the shape of someone coming at you.

Renjun ducks, dodging your fist, but slipping on the ground and landing hard on his ass. He quickly scrambles to his feet. “I found it!” He rushes through his words, eyes bright with excitement. “I found the fountain, but I also heard Watchers. They’re closer than I expected they’d be.”

WinWin grumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear, but you have a good idea that it was probably an insult to Renjun’s navigational skills.

Renjun runs off again, light footed on the path, and you push yourself to follow behind him. Mark zips ahead of you, just as agile and quick as Renjun. WinWin curses the pair of them as he limps along beside you.

“Are you okay?” The question slips out when WinWin stumbles.

“Fine,” he growls. Maybe, if all four of you survive tonight, you’re going to ban the use of that word because none of you ever seem to use it when it’s actually true. “Let’s just get to the damn fountain.”

Each corner you turn, you see Mark and Renjun disappearing around the next until at last you round the corner and find a forking path. The left fork leads on through the maze, though the path grows denser and darker, with trees throwing out roots among the hedges. The right fork leads directly to a small round clearing.

A square-based fountain sits in the middle. Black water spouts from the top, pouring down into a second tier before falling into the base. It reminds you a lot of the other one in the square in Hell City.

Mark already has one foot in the water when you and WinWin reach them. The water comes up to mid-thigh on him already, and when he throws the second foot over the edge of the fountain, taking a step further in, the black water rises to his waist.

He looks over his shoulder, eyes locked on yours. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

Mark sinks below the surface, the black water closing over him, swallowing all signs of him.

“You next,” WinWin says to Renjun, gesturing at the water.

Renjun doesn’t hesitate, leaping over the side of the fountain, sending up a spray of the black water. The droplets glimmer like bits of obsidian against the sky as the sun finally breaks over the horizon, rays stretching out to catch the droplets. Renjun too vanishes beneath the surface.

You remember the last time you did this. It felt a little bit like drowning and you’re not terribly eager to try it again. And besides that, you’re still tired. The restless night, the expended energy in the sunburst, the constant running. You’re exhausted, and now it’s the last leg of this marathon, or at least you hope it is. You’ve got to swim down and down and down until down becomes up once more.

“We can go together,” WinWin suggests. “I’ll help you. I know you’re tired.” His hand slips into yours again, squeezing reassuringly as he says, “You can help me too. My leg is a little fucked, but we’ll deal with that on the other side.”

A shout carries through the air, a booming voice calling out through the hedge maze in a language you don’t understand. A second voice answers, then another and another, and you realize that each answering call sounds a little closer.

“Now.” You clasp WinWin’s hand. “Together.”

You don’t splash into the fountain, too worried that a Watcher might be close enough to hear. You slip your legs over the edge, sliding into the icy water. WinWin steps in just as silently.

The Watcher with the booming voice calls out again, and as you hear the chorus of answering voices in the morning air, you realize that one stands just on the other side of the curving hedge nearest to you.

You take a deep breath, and you make the dive, WinWin’s warm hand in yours as the cold water bursts against every inch of your skin. WinWin sinks down with you, the black water making everything pitch black but for the faint rippling image of Purgatory’s sky and the top edges of the maze above the surface.

Now the only way to go is down.

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a/n: Another sorta cliff-hanger! Where do you think Renjun is taking them? Do you think that she’s actually right to trust him, unlike WinWin (and to some degree) Mark? What does them leaving mean for the trial, and the resulting fates of Yuta and Ten after the trial’s verdict is delivered?

As usual, likes, comments, reblogs, just generally sharing this for more people to enjoy, are all always appreciated! Thank you so much for enjoying this story, and I can’t wait for you all to read the next update in a week! 💗

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wingless angel; dsc

act i | act ii | final act 1k celebration masterlist

pairing; fuckboy!winwin x afab!reader

words; 3.2k

genre; estabished relationship, college au, smut, angst (light, you ain't seen nothin yet)

warnings; toxic relationship, slightly implied manipulation, virgin!reader, dubcon (just in case), slut shaming (actually, kinda), palming, multiple orgasms, fingering, piv, implied overstimulation, use of whore & slut, I think that covers it

preface; here is the first part of the first story of the 1k special! Thank you guys for 1k, this is already very fun~

act i ➻ moonlight

"Are you afraid?"

Sicheng's question makes you feel insecure. Why were you afraid? You really liked him, and you were officially together now. You knew very well he'd never do anything to hurt you. Still, you squirmed atop your bed, feeling seen in all the ways you didn't want to be.

"I-I don't know." Your gaze remains averted as you move from your knees onto your butt, hugging your knees against your chest. Sicheng thankfully doesn't get offended. Instead, he exhales amusedly before sliding closer to you on his knees. His long fingers sweeping your hair behind your ear garners you enough strength to push aside your embarrassment and look at him. He stares down at you fondly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"There's nothing to be afraid about. I'll take care of you, I always do." He raises his eyebrows, signifying that he knows you know he's right. You're unable to speak, once you give him the okay, this will actually happen. You'd be doing everything you saw in the countless porn videos you've watched over the years. It felt a bit overwhelming, but the way he looked down at you, you could see the hunger building in his gaze.

You admit you were very curious about being touched that way. All through your school days, the only physical interactions you've had with boys were accidental. With just a tiny brush of Wong Kunhang's hand against your arm, your heart was sent into a frenzy. You could barely hear the soft sorry he offered you. It felt like the culmination of all your emotions built up from your crush had come to a climax with just a simple touch. You were a child then, though. You wouldn't be that sensitive to touch now, right?

Reminiscing on the memory made fire flare up in your cheeks. The way your heart pounded in your ears for a week straight after that moment was strange, but you also remember how intoxicating the feeling was. Every night you clenched your eyes shut and imagined how it'd feel to hug him-- or god forbid-- kiss him. And now, standing in front of you, was someone so handsome and so sweet to you, ready to touch you enough to last you a lifetime. You were still nervous, yes, but now your interest was piqued. Plus, you could feel your panties starting to stick to your vagina uncomfortably and you wanted to do something about that.

"Okay," You start, grabbing his arms that reach out to you. "But! I've never even kissed a boy, Sicheng."

His expression falls, and the action makes your heart fall as well. "If you're not sure about this, we can stop." The sad look on his face makes you want to kick yourself.

"No, no!" You wave your hands in front of you, accompanying the action by shaking your head frantically. "That's not why I said that. It's just... I'm not experienced, okay?" You say, already defensive. "So don't judge me!"

Sicheng's face softens as he chuckles. "Of course not baby. In fact..." He brings his hand up to your face before pressing it against your cheek, reveling in the way you melt into it. The way your eyes flutter closed despite your furrowed brows suggesting you're still a bit apprehensive. "I like that about you."

Your eyes snap open. "What?! Why?" He smiles again.

"I think you're cute."

His words make you relax a bit. You drop your tense shoulders, exhaling. He shifts closer to you, biting his lip.

"And it makes me hard."

All of a sudden, his expression darkens. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip as his eyes trail lower. You gasp and hug your legs closer to your body. You feel like a hostage under his gaze so you turn your head away from him, hoping to dull the suffocating feeling overcoming you. It doesn't, instead it just makes you focus on an overwhelming ache. You've felt something similar whenever something you see or think of makes you especially horny, but this was stronger. It made it harder to breathe and your heart beat a mile a minute. You swallow hard.

"What's the matter, baby? Does it make you nervous when I talk about it?" You look back at him in hopes of understanding what he's referring to. He just stares back, that hungry look becoming more apparent.

"It?" You ask naively. It's exactly what he wanted to hear you say.

"Have you ever seen a dick before?"

Your eyes blow wide and he laughs in response, throwing his head back. "I-I have!"

"I'm guessing you haven't touched one, huh?" Sicheng narrows his eyes, implying that your incoming nod is the answer he expected. He clicks his tongue. "You wanna?"

Fuck, if that question didn't do things to you. It was a need that ran deeper than your pathetic fingers or any plastic could satisfy. You needed to feel his searing hot skin against yours or else you feared you might simply perish. The feeling scared you a bit, but man did it excite you. Sicheng had no clue about the mental turmoil he was putting you through.

"Is that a no?" He asks after your prolonged silence.

"N-no! I mean yes! Yes, I want to touch it." You nod frantically. He's quiet for a moment as he watches you. Unsure of what he wants, you decide to tweak your request. "Please?" You ask, tilting your head to the side in inquiry.

The ache you just caused in Sicheng's crotch was something you were completely oblivious to. "Of course baby." He cooes, grabbing one of your hands and pressing it against his hardening cock. You gasp, hands stiff and frozen against the appendage. You move your hand just to feel the full length of his dick, but the movement causes him to groan. You try to jerk your hand back, feeling as though you did something wrong, but his hand on your wrist keeps you there. He pushes his hips forward, pressing his hard cock against the coarse fabric of his jeans. You note how firm his dick feels and the heat radiating from it. It was so inviting.

"You like that?" He asks after you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. You look up at him and nod sheepishly. He felt like he'd explode just from how shy you were. "You're making me feel so good, you know that?"

"I am?" Your voice is weaker than you intended. The arousal fills your body and clouds your brain.

"Yeah. Don't you wanna feel good too?"

The words don't feel like they come out fast enough. "Yes I-I do."

"Here," Sicheng lifts you slightly to shift you back onto your knees. "Tell me how this feels..." He trails off as he moves his head toward your neck. You expose more of it to him and he hums happily at your pliant nature.

His wet mouth moves up the side of your throat, switching between kissing and licking. He goes slowly, monitoring your reaction. Your mouth falls open. Such a weird sensation is not one you expected to feel so good. Your heat felt like it was swelling in response. "Hah-"

Your mind was melting. You just wanted him. More of him. Your friends were all wrong. How could he be bad if he felt so good? His touch and his godsend of a mouth filled you with electricity. Bouncing from one end to the other before landing in your crotch. His lips make their way to an area near your ear.

"Oh-" Your breath gets caught in your throat as he sucks on the skin. You unintentionally squeeze his member and he groans right beneath your ear. The sound burns you up. You feel like you've been completely engulfed in flames by this point, but instead of searing pain, you felt utterly enraptured. Like you wanted to experience this forever, while also having a strong urge to climax already. Focusing too much made it confusing, so you focused instead on his lips. Lips you caught yourself staring at on multiple occasions.

"That feel good?" He mumbles against your skin. You nod for the umpteenth time that evening. His hands snake around your waist and squeeze your ass. Your eyes snap open, focusing on the moon just over his shoulder. The night air caused a slight wave in the curtains, shielding the moon from your view occasionally. Every time it caught your eye, you found yourself sinking more into him. Before you knew it, you were pressed against him completely. He leans back, tongue swiping over his lips.

You look over his eyes, his relaxed eyebrows, his dark hair. Yes, this was absolutely right.

"Sicheng." You grab his bicep and look deeply into his eyes. He raises his eyebrows.

"I want you to take me."

Hearing those words from your lips when he least expected it made his cock throb with renewed vigor. He guides you to lie down by your arms. He's not as gentle as you imagined, but he must be just as eager as you were. He rips your panties off with two firm tugs. "Sicheng!"

"What? They were probably cheap anyway." He silences your protests with a rough kiss, lips shoving against yours with bruising force as his fingertips danced along your slit. You gasp loudly as he sends his middle finger past your folds and into your entrance. The sound doesn't deter him, it actually seems to encourage him. "Did that surprise you baby?"

"Uh huh," You whimper, biting your lip as tears well up in your eyes. He gives you no time to adjust, instead he starts hammering inside. There's a subtle ache you detect as he stretches you open. "S-Sicheng! Oh god..." You don't get much time to collect your thoughts and digest the strange sensation you're experiencing. It's so much different from when you touch yourself. After loads of practice you settled on curling your fingers instead of thrusting them. A 'come hither' motion, as you learned it was called, is actually really popular among vagina owners. This, however, was overwhelming, but you weren't sure you exactly hated it. Or maybe it was the drunken look on Sicheng's face while he pleasured you. You couldn't focus long enough to be sure.

Especially when he slides in another finger. You breathe out an illegible noise as the digits slosh inside you. This felt better in a way you couldn't explain. The way he stretched you open provided a level of friction that was absolutely euphoric. You throw your head back into the pillows and clench the covers between your fingers.

"You're taking it so well baby. Think you can handle my cock?" He breathes.

"Yeah, want it-" You clench your thighs around his hand, his movement jostling your body back and forth.

"Cum around my fingers and I'll give it to you." His voice darkens as he leans closer to you. You yelp when he slaps one of your thighs and open them up in response. His fingers pump into you faster and faster until your mind goes blank. Every thought you sought to vocalize evaporates as your eyes roll into your skull.

"I'm-" Another loud gasp cuts your sentence short as pressure builds up in your abdomen.

"Let go. Let it all go for me princess."

To think that a man was here in your bedroom, Dong Sicheng to be exact, finger fucking you into your mattress was unbelievable. You didn't feel uneasy about it because it was him. Cracking your eyes open to look at him made you feel secure in that fact. You liked him so much that it filled you with endless warmth. You moan loudly as the pressure snaps, legs shaking as you come undone.

"You really like being fucked, don't you?"

Despite your post-orgasm haze, the question still catches you off guard and makes you embarrassed.

As he leans closer to you and swings his legs over your hips, he looks down at you as if he had just come to this worrying realization. "Are you a slut baby girl?"

Something about it worried you as well. You didn't want to upset him or anything.

"N-no I'm not a slut!"

"You're not? But only sluts enjoy getting their pussies fucked by some random guy's fingers." He draws his eyebrows together and you shake your head. You weren't sure why he was talking about this all of a sudden, but you felt an overwhelming urge to please him.

"You're not just a random guy."

Seemingly pleased by your answer, he raises his brows at you. "I see. And you're a good girl, right?"

You nod. "Yes, I'm a good girl."

"Mm," Sicheng undoes his jeans and shoves them down to his ankles. "You're a good girl who's only spreading her legs because it's me?"

"Yes." You whisper, face getting hotter at his word choice.

"I guess you're right. You're a good girl." His tone is almost reluctant as he pushes his underwear to join his jeans. You feel the meaty head of his penis prod against your entrance. It already feels so good, so right against you. Then he abruptly pushes it in, drawing a sharp inhale from you.

“I wanna fuck the good girl out of you.”

His hips drive into you with so much force your mind goes blank again. This time it’s severe. Your eyes roll back, mouth propped open awaiting a noise that just doesn’t come. You can feel him so deep inside you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. A high-pitched squeak is all that manages to slip past. Again, soft or gentle aren't words you’d use to describe his actions. Sicheng has sweat beading his hairline from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“That’s right, take my cock like a slut.”

His words urge the words caught in your throat to release. “No! I’ll always be your good girl!” The sentence is punctuated by a pitiful whimper. He grabs your jaw and leans forward until his nose is touching yours. You struggle to properly take in his features, especially with the tears clouding your vision.

“Yeah? Even when I’m fucking you open like this? Hm?”

“Mhm!” Your hands fly to his back, fingernails sinking into his flesh. He grabs your legs, pushing them both to rest to the right of your head. The position makes it harder to breathe and your body feels like it’s being crushed. That combined with his newfound depth had your senses overwhelmed. You felt unbelievably full from his large cock. It was as big as the dildo you’d worked your way up to after several toys. On your own, however, you could control the speed and depth. You couldn’t dream of hammering it inside you like Sicheng was doing.

It was a feeling the deepest parts of you craved. To be rammed into a mattress and pushed right at the end of your limit where your body didn’t know how to react. And now you were getting what you fantasized about on your most depraved days. At first, you weren’t sure if you liked it. You were experiencing too much to take in all at once, but now that he’s found his rhythm and you’ve gotten used to it, it was better than all your fantasies.

“Fuck- don’t stop that feels so fucking good!” You cry out. Your own words surprise you, making you wonder if you really were the whore you denied you were.

“Yeah? How do you like getting your pussy stretched?” He asks breathlessly. You screw your eyes shut, focusing on the ring of your opening expanding wider than it ever had. Shit— was he bigger than your dildo? He had to at least be thicker. Any bigger and he’d split you in half. Just like your favorite piece of plastic, his tip was smashing against your cervix. You used to hate that feeling, but you slowly began to crave it. Something about it heightened your pleasure immeasurably.

“Hngh- Sicheng!” You strain out as your hands fly to caress him wherever they land. You settle on the soft skin at his nape while dipping your other hand under his shirt. Each thrust pushes a tiny noise out of you as he knocks your body into the mattress rigorously. You can feel energy building in your lower abdomen and it feels so sweet. All the sounds being pulled from you raise in pitch and volume as your legs begin to twitch. This was stronger than your average orgasm. You couldn’t wait to tell your friends. The verdict was out. You liked it rough, if the way you were about to spill all over your sheets was anything to go by. “Oh my god-! I’m cumming- Sicheng!”

Your hips snap to his, the soft, hot skin of his hips rubbing against yours as he readjusts. The base of his cock bends slightly before propelling back to the depths it had made its home. You gasp, clenching onto Sicheng’s shirt. He leans forward, pressing sloppy kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. Waves of fire ripple through your body as your eyes roll back. You clamp your legs around his hips to try and stabilize yourself. You chant ‘thank you’ as you come down, slowly releasing your legs as you fall back onto the bed. All you can manage to do in your boneless state is smile.

“Wow… I can’t believe I’ve been dating such a cock slut this whole time…” He chuckles before straddling your hips. Sicheng flips you onto your stomach before you can respond. “No sense in denying it, sweetheart. Hidden inside you is an insatiable whore just begging to be released. I can do that for you.” He wraps his arm around your chest, pulling your back flush against him. He rests his still hard cock against your ass.

“I’m sure a slut like you won’t mind a little more dick, huh?”

Five voicemails turn to ten, then twenty. Your friends were always persistent. Unfortunately, you just didn’t have the time. Sicheng has become more hungry to have you all the time, which means less time for meaningful activities. You needed space in your schedule for all the mind-blowing sex and long car rides to nowhere. The city was gorgeous at night. The wind cascading over you made for a nice contrast from the sun that loomed over you all day.

“Who are you texting?” Sicheng’s gaze lingers on your phone.

“No one- Hey! Eyes on the road.”

He reluctantly obliges, the slight pout he sports making you giggle. “No one. My friends have been sending me more voicemails.”

“More?” He asks in disbelief, before going quiet. His brows are knit together as he focuses on the road. “They don’t like me, huh?”

The mood instantly shifts, suddenly you’re in no mood to laugh at his child-like antics. You lock your phone before fiddling with the device. “I mean, they’re just worried about me. I don’t need to tell you I could be a little-”

“Naive? Yeah, I already know. After everything with Kun, I’d be worried too.”

You groan, dropping your phone into your lap. “But I’m an adult. You guys don’t need to worry about me.”

Sicheng just smiles, not confirming or denying the truth of that statement. “I’m just saying I understand why they’re worried. But come on. Kun? There’s no way they think I’m that bad.”

No, they don’t think he’s as bad as Kun. You chew on the inside of your cheek, sneaking a glance at your boyfriend.

They think he’s worse.

“Who cares what they think.” You answer, looking at him with conviction. He looks at you, expression seemingly surprised before it melts into a wide smile.

➻ end of act i

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