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This will be my archive for all my fics, aas a secondary place for them. Most likely will only be for idv fics for the time being and only one shots. As time goes on I will probably add the rest of my stuff. This post might also serve as a directory for the multi chapter works when they are posted.
As per usual, my writing may include some problematic stuff, so it's good to keep that in mind. Anything related to blindspot is most likely going to be a no for you if you dislike adult/minor. There will be Dmnoir stuff here too, so keep an eye out for the tags that indicate these types of things. They will all be in the 'other' tag section. Everything else will have the basic ship tag with nothing additional to it.
All the things that will have 'other' tag, so that you can navigate this journal easier:
omegaverse
incest
underage
noncon
this list can expand in the future. Note that things like cannibalism and dubcon remain untagged, or implications of such things.
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One word and it is solved
“Can you help me clean it again, please?”
Aesop hoped the older man would not ask too much about his injuries. Every time it would happen in school, he had to either worry that his mother would be worried for him or have Désire come up with unique ways of making sure it wouldn’t happen again. All things considered, Aesop wished those were never an option; it would draw too much attention to him, as he was the only bullied kid in his class.
To have children disappear one after another would not be good, not knowing they all had some connection to him.
“Again with the cuts?” Désire didn’t mind him just coming into his home whenever he wanted. The staff didn’t seem to pay attention to him; if you could call the odd maid and the tall, scary man staff. Since there wasn’t anyone else around, that was his best guess.
The boy nodded. “Can you do it?”
“My, of course I can! How could I refuse my beautiful boy?”
Of course, Désire would drop everything, including his work, just to help the boy. He did like him that much, Aesop was aware of that. He was also aware of all the drawbacks this sort of relationship had, even if it did not directly impact him. But they never saw each other outside of the house, and it’s not like anyone would come to this place, away from most people. Coming here required someone to know of it.
“What excuse will you use this time, hm?”
Aesop couldn’t help but look away as Désire pressed the cloth onto his face, cleaning it. “A branch hit me while I was running in the yard. It’s not like she can be upset about that. Mom will just tell me to be more careful at the end of it.”
“If you say so.”
It was better than telling the truth. The last thing he needed was her worrying about his school life, which was already hard to begin with. With Désire to help him clean up every visible one and pass it off as him being clumsy, she can forgive him that much. All the non-visible ones can never come to her, no matter what.
“I can still help you with that little problem, you know~” Désire sang, even if he knew the answer to it.
“I can’t do that. People will become suspicious.”
The other signed, as if he gave up. He was not going to give up, despite Aesop’s refusals, but at least he won’t do anything without Aesop saying a thing first.
That was the one guarantee that nothing would change until Aesop says it’s enough. It might happen at some point if no one stops the bullying. Attempts from teachers did nothing, so Aesop was always left on his own to deal with the bullies. Désire’s offer would make his life easier, but at a cost.
The cost that, for now at least, he was going to avoid.
Aesop hoped the older man would not ask too much about his injuries. Every time it would happen in school, he had to either worry that his mother would be worried for him or have Désire come up with unique ways of making sure it wouldn’t happen again. All things considered, Aesop wished those were never an option; it would draw too much attention to him, as he was the only bullied kid in his class.
To have children disappear one after another would not be good, not knowing they all had some connection to him.
“Again with the cuts?” Désire didn’t mind him just coming into his home whenever he wanted. The staff didn’t seem to pay attention to him; if you could call the odd maid and the tall, scary man staff. Since there wasn’t anyone else around, that was his best guess.
The boy nodded. “Can you do it?”
“My, of course I can! How could I refuse my beautiful boy?”
Of course, Désire would drop everything, including his work, just to help the boy. He did like him that much, Aesop was aware of that. He was also aware of all the drawbacks this sort of relationship had, even if it did not directly impact him. But they never saw each other outside of the house, and it’s not like anyone would come to this place, away from most people. Coming here required someone to know of it.
“What excuse will you use this time, hm?”
Aesop couldn’t help but look away as Désire pressed the cloth onto his face, cleaning it. “A branch hit me while I was running in the yard. It’s not like she can be upset about that. Mom will just tell me to be more careful at the end of it.”
“If you say so.”
It was better than telling the truth. The last thing he needed was her worrying about his school life, which was already hard to begin with. With Désire to help him clean up every visible one and pass it off as him being clumsy, she can forgive him that much. All the non-visible ones can never come to her, no matter what.
“I can still help you with that little problem, you know~” Désire sang, even if he knew the answer to it.
“I can’t do that. People will become suspicious.”
The other signed, as if he gave up. He was not going to give up, despite Aesop’s refusals, but at least he won’t do anything without Aesop saying a thing first.
That was the one guarantee that nothing would change until Aesop says it’s enough. It might happen at some point if no one stops the bullying. Attempts from teachers did nothing, so Aesop was always left on his own to deal with the bullies. Désire’s offer would make his life easier, but at a cost.
The cost that, for now at least, he was going to avoid.
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To wait for the sunset
The wind was what woke Claude up from the nap, hair getting into his face as he lay down. He must’ve gotten tired, resulting in this. It was not oncoming for him to be like this due to his condition, everyone around him knew it too.
“Did you sleep well?”
He looked up, Joseph’s face above him, looking down at the younger twin. He didn’t even realise he was sleeping on his lap, though there’s a good chance he had moved him, allowing him to rest in a more comfortable position. It would not be unheard of, knowing Joseph.
“Yes, I did.” Claude slowly rose up, carefully observing their surroundings. They came out for a picnic, it would be so long until they were going to have a sunny day like this. The weather was only going to get worse from now on, so might as well use what was left of it. However, no matter how much Claude wanted to enjoy it to the fullest, he’d always get tired halfway through it, so in the past, when they were still doing this with their parents, they’d have to cut it short. Now that they're alone, Joseph was perfectly fine with doing this in their yard, it was big enough in the end. No one was going to critique them or stop them, so Claude was at least enjoy himself a bit longer than before.
He looked over at the food they brought. They’ve eaten some of it, but some pastries were still left uneaten. They’d either be left for tomorrow or eaten while Joseph wasn’t looking, knowing how much of a sweet tooth Claude had, even if he shouldn’t eat it that much.
“We should get inside soon. You were sleeping for quite a while. It’s almost five.”
Claude could only look around, looking for the sun. It was still up, of course, until summertime ends it will be like this, but he’d always look for it regardless of the season. It was comforting and peaceful, just looking for it.
“I’d still like to watch the sunset.”
Joseph chuckled at that. “We can watch it inside. It will still take some time until then.”
He knew everything he did was out of worry for him, but Claude couldn’t help but think that sometimes, Joseph was pushing too much for his safety.
Not like he was going to complain too much, but it was still present.
“Alright. But you have to watch it with me then! No excuses this time!”
It’s not that Joseph didn’t like doing that, he just seemed to enjoy taking pictures of him watching the sunset rather than to watch it with him. Claude knew he was just preserving the moment he loved so much, but sometimes it felt like he couldn’t be in the moment.
“I will, I promise.”
Maybe for once he will do it.
Once Joseph picked up all their things, ready to carry them back to the house, Claude held his hand as they walked back in.
“Did you sleep well?”
He looked up, Joseph’s face above him, looking down at the younger twin. He didn’t even realise he was sleeping on his lap, though there’s a good chance he had moved him, allowing him to rest in a more comfortable position. It would not be unheard of, knowing Joseph.
“Yes, I did.” Claude slowly rose up, carefully observing their surroundings. They came out for a picnic, it would be so long until they were going to have a sunny day like this. The weather was only going to get worse from now on, so might as well use what was left of it. However, no matter how much Claude wanted to enjoy it to the fullest, he’d always get tired halfway through it, so in the past, when they were still doing this with their parents, they’d have to cut it short. Now that they're alone, Joseph was perfectly fine with doing this in their yard, it was big enough in the end. No one was going to critique them or stop them, so Claude was at least enjoy himself a bit longer than before.
He looked over at the food they brought. They’ve eaten some of it, but some pastries were still left uneaten. They’d either be left for tomorrow or eaten while Joseph wasn’t looking, knowing how much of a sweet tooth Claude had, even if he shouldn’t eat it that much.
“We should get inside soon. You were sleeping for quite a while. It’s almost five.”
Claude could only look around, looking for the sun. It was still up, of course, until summertime ends it will be like this, but he’d always look for it regardless of the season. It was comforting and peaceful, just looking for it.
“I’d still like to watch the sunset.”
Joseph chuckled at that. “We can watch it inside. It will still take some time until then.”
He knew everything he did was out of worry for him, but Claude couldn’t help but think that sometimes, Joseph was pushing too much for his safety.
Not like he was going to complain too much, but it was still present.
“Alright. But you have to watch it with me then! No excuses this time!”
It’s not that Joseph didn’t like doing that, he just seemed to enjoy taking pictures of him watching the sunset rather than to watch it with him. Claude knew he was just preserving the moment he loved so much, but sometimes it felt like he couldn’t be in the moment.
“I will, I promise.”
Maybe for once he will do it.
Once Joseph picked up all their things, ready to carry them back to the house, Claude held his hand as they walked back in.
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Photo of the rose
Aesop didn’t see the point of birthdays in a place like this. Even before, they were not that important, but now they’re even less. There was no reason to celebrate it while being stuck in a manor where no exit seemed to exist for anyone.
And with so many people there at all times, numbers growing even, birthdays were nothing but a hassle in Aesop’s eyes. The cake was always too sweet, everyone wanted to tell him happy birthday, and he had to be happy about it too. While he wasn’t the one to announce it to everyone and just hoped they would forget, there was always that one person who went out of their way to remember, thus creating a chain of people lining up to congratulate him and to start planning things for him, no matter how simple it would be due to the lack of time.
This year, at least, this seemed to have passed them. Many were focused on things around the manor due to the odd seasonal weather, so birthdays weren’t on anyone's mind right now. Aesop was able to go under the radar, hoping they’d just remember when it’s too late and he might just get a few congratulations from some people. With the current situation, it could just be passed off as him not wanting people to be distracted with actual problems they had.
With the night just coming to everyone, Aesop returned to his room early, wanting this day to just be over. But, as he opened the door, coming in, he knew it was not empty. This was no surprise to him, as this was the one thing he had expected to happen and did not hate.
“Not even reminding your fellow survivors about the birthday?”
Joseph was tucked away on one of the chairs, reading some book. He must’ve come here recently, as there was no way the noble would want to spend his time in that chair, knowing it was uncomfortable. Most survivors decorated their rooms with whatever they wanted, but Aesop kept it to the minimal needed things. It was a lot less ideal to spend time here unless you wanted to lay on the bed.
“I don’t like it much, so it’s better that they were all occupied with cleaning up the garden.”
Joseph, while not as extroverted as one might think, was still a lot more social than Aesop, even with his enjoyment of peace just like he was. A celebration of a birthday was still an important thing, and considering the kind of family he grew up in, it would be a shame not to have a grand celebration in his eyes. Aesop and he can’t see eye to eye all the time, but that’s just the nature of relationships.
“Does this mean I have to leave now?”
Aesop sighed. “No, it does not. I don’t mind you.”
He knew the other would make something for him, no matter how simple it was. Aesop couldn’t argue with it, considering he did value days like these; he just wanted it to be simple. So far, he hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary in the room, so Joseph kept to his promise of nothing grand.
Joseph smiled as he stood up and walked towards him, cupping Aesop’s face in his hands, slowly pulling off his mask with his thumb.
“Happy birthday, my muse.”
Aesop can’t help but admit it did feel nice to have someone special to him say that. Someone who can look past his oddities and love him fully.
Aesop melted into the kiss they shared, enjoying every second of it. Even if short, it was enough for him.
“I got you something too.”
He did not see anything at first, so his initial thought was confusion. When Joseph pointed towards the table, he noticed something flat on it, like a piece of paper, or more likely, a photo. Knowing Joseph, it was probably a photo. A one he did not show him before, maybe?
Aesop picked it up, turning it around. A simple photo of him tending to the flowers in the garden. It had to be warm for that, the flowers were in full bloom. He always took care of them, the beautiful yellow roses.
“This couldn’t have been recent, they’re not doing well still due to the weather. When was this taken?”
The photographer smiled. “They were taken before we even talked to each other. It was a long ago at this point. I saw you tending to the garden with other survivors, and I couldn’t help but take a photo of you. You were so focused, you didn’t even notice me.”
“That long, huh?” They have been dating for a while, but it took them qute some time to get to that point with how slow Aesop was with the whole thing. Joseph kept this one well hidden too, considering Aesop had never found it while looking through his photos.
“Thank you for giving me this.”
“You’re welcome.” Joseph’s voice was always so comforting to him, this time even more so. He was just glad he had someone like Joseph in his life; it was everything he could ask for. Making the somewhat dull, simple life full of colour, making it all better than Aesop could imagine it.
And with so many people there at all times, numbers growing even, birthdays were nothing but a hassle in Aesop’s eyes. The cake was always too sweet, everyone wanted to tell him happy birthday, and he had to be happy about it too. While he wasn’t the one to announce it to everyone and just hoped they would forget, there was always that one person who went out of their way to remember, thus creating a chain of people lining up to congratulate him and to start planning things for him, no matter how simple it would be due to the lack of time.
This year, at least, this seemed to have passed them. Many were focused on things around the manor due to the odd seasonal weather, so birthdays weren’t on anyone's mind right now. Aesop was able to go under the radar, hoping they’d just remember when it’s too late and he might just get a few congratulations from some people. With the current situation, it could just be passed off as him not wanting people to be distracted with actual problems they had.
With the night just coming to everyone, Aesop returned to his room early, wanting this day to just be over. But, as he opened the door, coming in, he knew it was not empty. This was no surprise to him, as this was the one thing he had expected to happen and did not hate.
“Not even reminding your fellow survivors about the birthday?”
Joseph was tucked away on one of the chairs, reading some book. He must’ve come here recently, as there was no way the noble would want to spend his time in that chair, knowing it was uncomfortable. Most survivors decorated their rooms with whatever they wanted, but Aesop kept it to the minimal needed things. It was a lot less ideal to spend time here unless you wanted to lay on the bed.
“I don’t like it much, so it’s better that they were all occupied with cleaning up the garden.”
Joseph, while not as extroverted as one might think, was still a lot more social than Aesop, even with his enjoyment of peace just like he was. A celebration of a birthday was still an important thing, and considering the kind of family he grew up in, it would be a shame not to have a grand celebration in his eyes. Aesop and he can’t see eye to eye all the time, but that’s just the nature of relationships.
“Does this mean I have to leave now?”
Aesop sighed. “No, it does not. I don’t mind you.”
He knew the other would make something for him, no matter how simple it was. Aesop couldn’t argue with it, considering he did value days like these; he just wanted it to be simple. So far, he hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary in the room, so Joseph kept to his promise of nothing grand.
Joseph smiled as he stood up and walked towards him, cupping Aesop’s face in his hands, slowly pulling off his mask with his thumb.
“Happy birthday, my muse.”
Aesop can’t help but admit it did feel nice to have someone special to him say that. Someone who can look past his oddities and love him fully.
Aesop melted into the kiss they shared, enjoying every second of it. Even if short, it was enough for him.
“I got you something too.”
He did not see anything at first, so his initial thought was confusion. When Joseph pointed towards the table, he noticed something flat on it, like a piece of paper, or more likely, a photo. Knowing Joseph, it was probably a photo. A one he did not show him before, maybe?
Aesop picked it up, turning it around. A simple photo of him tending to the flowers in the garden. It had to be warm for that, the flowers were in full bloom. He always took care of them, the beautiful yellow roses.
“This couldn’t have been recent, they’re not doing well still due to the weather. When was this taken?”
The photographer smiled. “They were taken before we even talked to each other. It was a long ago at this point. I saw you tending to the garden with other survivors, and I couldn’t help but take a photo of you. You were so focused, you didn’t even notice me.”
“That long, huh?” They have been dating for a while, but it took them qute some time to get to that point with how slow Aesop was with the whole thing. Joseph kept this one well hidden too, considering Aesop had never found it while looking through his photos.
“Thank you for giving me this.”
“You’re welcome.” Joseph’s voice was always so comforting to him, this time even more so. He was just glad he had someone like Joseph in his life; it was everything he could ask for. Making the somewhat dull, simple life full of colour, making it all better than Aesop could imagine it.
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Servant
It felt warm every time. Eli can’t say it felt normal; it definitely did not, but he can’t say it felt wrong.
The tentacles hold him close each time, and all he can see is red. His belief did not change; he can feel it. Lord Hastur means no wrong - he had to be doing the right thing. Eli was just a humble servant; if he were to feel pain, there would be no reason to doubt it was needed.
To give up his everything, that’s what a servant like this does. There is no greater reward than doing that.
The tentacles hold him close each time, and all he can see is red. His belief did not change; he can feel it. Lord Hastur means no wrong - he had to be doing the right thing. Eli was just a humble servant; if he were to feel pain, there would be no reason to doubt it was needed.
To give up his everything, that’s what a servant like this does. There is no greater reward than doing that.
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Like a fever deram
Luca cannot help but stare at the scars sometimes. Alva either didn’t seem to care about that or just didn’t notice it. It was more likely that he didn’t care if Luca had to pick one of the options.
Somehow, he was the one who was still stuck in the past out of the two.
The scars were long done, an odd shade darker than his skin. The ones on the face were more noticeable, given how little they were covered compared to the ones on the arms, bandages covering up most of them. One wouldn’t notice it if they weren’t looking for it.
But Luca looks for them a lot. It reminds him of what he has done, whatever that sometime was. He still cannot recall it all, no matter how tired he is. Alva seemed to be in better shape when it came to his memory, but he was not. Even with that, Luca refused to let him tell the whole story. He had to get it on his own. It was the only way to properly compare it and see what was missing and what was right and wrong.
But with how things are, he’s positive he was in the wrong.
Alva didn’t seem to care about the past, he was satisfied with whatever cult stuff he had until he came to the manor. Now they were both here, and Luca had seen him in a new light, if he could say it like that. All things considered, Alva moved on until they finally met again.
‘I hold no grudge against you, but if you need the time, you have it.’ Luca remembered what Alva told him. He had spent time with him since they were stuck here like everyone else, he wasn’t sure what to call that though. Repairing a burned bridge was a tough task.
Sometimes, looking at Alva made him wonder: what would he look like without them again? He should be able to remember, but he couldn’t see the picture clearly. There was nothing that could fix that at least for now.
“If you keep staring like that, I might actually start complaining, Luca.”
It was the first time Alva had addressed this.
“Sorry.” He looked away, far into the garden. It was a nice day, so they were outside.
He couldn’t read Alva’s mind, and neither could Alva his. They were going to be in this odd limbo of feelings until Luca got himself together.
One day, he should remember. He should remember how Alva looked without the scars, too.
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Black Cherry
It did not matter what Aesop did, the hunter would not stop.
One of them being fixated on a survivor was not a new thing. These games created an atmosphere where tension would arise within anyone who had even a slightest dislike or sudden fit of rage for whatever reason, resulting in hunters purposely targeting survivors until they were satisfied. This went on for weeks, sometimes even months.
But whatever Joseph had on his mind was not that. His obsession with the embalmer was different, and that was shown outside of games too.
Aesop was crawling on the ground, hoping to maybe come up by the dungeon. Two people had already escaped, one was chaired. It didn’t matter if this was a tie or a win since one was already secured, but considering Joseph was the hunter, Aesop would rather avoid any encounter with him, especially in this situation. All alone, with no one to interrupt them, it would be impossible for him to escape quickly.
With his heartbeat quickening up, he knew it was too late now. He was on the wrong side of the area anyway, there was nothing else he could do.
“There you are. Thought you could run away?”
It was always like this. Not putting him on the chair, making him heal himself and then use his coffin on himself while he dealt with everyone else, always making sure he was the one left last, regardless of the outcome of the match. What he’d decide to do varied every time, it was a wild card. Aesop could never predict his actions, no matter how much he tried to.
The photographer kneeled down next to him, grabbing Aesop by his face. “You have been awfully quiet lately. Not even wanting to look at him in the halls when I go look for you. Have you gotten bored?”
“I was never interested in the first place. You’re the one who keeps forcing yourself into my space,” he mumbled through his mask, his jaw hurting from Joseph’s grip.
“What do you even get out of this?”
“Is pleasure not the answer?”
He could hardly call whatever he was doing pleasurable, at least from his perspective. In the end, Aesop was the one always getting the worst treatment. At least most of it was during matches and in the halls and had not yet attempted to get into his room.
“You are one unique man, Aesop.I have yet to see everything you have to offer me. And I won’t stop until I get what I want.
Whatever this ‘relationship’ was to him, Aesop did not want to partake in it anymore than necessary, which was just here. He was just waiting for him to rise that sword of his and stab him so that they could get over this.
As if Joseph read his mind, the sword was raised, but he had yet to use it. Instead, he observed him one more time, the hand that was holding his face finally letting go. Aesop thought it might finally be over, but the hand then slid down to his chest, pushing hard on him. It was painful, but not enough to make him audible.
“So obsessed with death… You are one of a kind.”
There weren’t any other words from them on, as the sword that had been waiting for its use finally took action.
Right underneath his neck, it pierced through him as if it were nothing. Aesop flinched, his body giving the reaction, even if he knew he would not die from this. It will just send him back to his room, and he’ll be in pain for a while, this was nothing new to anyone participating in these games
Blood splattered out of the wound, covering his face and the rest of his body. It seems as if this was done on purpose, so that he didn’t die right away, but to go out slowly. Nothing unexpected of Joseph, considering how much he liked to play with him like this, forcefully fucking him into the ground while bleeding him out slowly. This time it seemed that he only wanted to watch him suffer with pain, as the other didn’t move from his spot, now watching him from above, slowly but surely waiting form him to be finished.
As his consciousness started disappearing, he could see a smile on the photographer’s face, as if he had something planned.
Aesop woke up in pain as he assumed he would. His chest was hurting, it would be like that for a bit, he’d just have to deal with it, as much as he didn’t like that. His head was spinning, he’d probably need to get some water.
As he got up, he noticed something was wrong.
Something was on the chair. A coat, it was not his. Someone had come while he was still asleep. The process of survivors getting back from something like this took an hour or two, but they would always be asleep for some time before waking up. It was already dark in the room, meaning it was night, and the person must’ve come in right around the time his return was done.
To observe the coat more, he walked to the chair, hoping the material would give the person away. He couldn’t see much but the shape in the dark, so this would help narrow it down at least a bit.
In no time, as he was about to check it, someone had covered his eyes.
“So naive.”
Truly, he was. He should’ve suspected Joseph, yet that was not on his mind in the slightest. Maybe because he’d never consider him someone to break into rooms.
“You broke into-”
“Oh, no, I did not. You can thank your friends for letting me in by leaving the doors open when they came to check up on you.”
Emily always did checkups on everyone once they were back. She must’ve seen him asleep and then forgotten to close the door properly, leaving to this. Or he was just lying.
“You’re just making things up.”
The other chuckled. “I am not.” He wasn’t very convincing there.
Aesop was then dragged back to the bed, the hunter pushing him down. With both his head and body hunting, he wasn’t capable of effectively getting him off himself, regardless of what the other planned to do to him.
“Praying on the weak I see.”
“Your sarcastic remarks won’t help you much.” The other still stood, not yet doing whatever was on his mind with Aesop. Prolonging it or just trying to push fear into him, whatever the reason was it wasn’t working at least for now. Aesop was not an easily scared person, this was just an annoyance more than anything, at least for now.
“You resist, look away, fight it. Every time.”
“I think resiting you forcing yourself onto me is a normal reaction that every other survivor would have.”
To that, the hunter kicked his legs, resulting in a quiet grunt from Aesop. Was this really what touched a nerve?
“You’re too stubborn for your own good.”
What was he trying to get at?
“It’s what gets you in a situation like this. Imagine, if you were just accepting right from the start, we wouldn’t even be here, doing this. You just have to make everything difficult Aesop.”
Joseph just then climbed the bed, but instead of undressing him or himself, he once again grabbed Aesop’s face.
“If I can’t get you to just accept it, I will have to force you.”
Aesop huffed. “You can’t keep me locked in forever.”
“Unfortunately for you, I can and I will. I won’t let go of you until you submit.”
Until now, this was always just a game of going in circles, something Aesop was able to handle to a degree, even if he wasn’t fond of it. If Joseph was serious with what he said, that means that this game of his will soon come to an end, and Aesop won’t be the winner.
His cold, stoic posture was broken then and there, for only a second. And that was enough for Joseph to notice it.
“It seems I have taken the correct approach.”
“Asshole.”
He moved his finger across Aesop’s face, pulling down his mask with it. The hunter leaned down, forcefully kissing him, much to Aesop’s protests of trying to trash around with his wounded body.
“It’s now just a matter of time. How long do you think you will last, hm? I give it two days. You look strong, but are you really? You’re already struggling every time after you reach one orgasm, I don’t think this will be hard for me.”
Aesop gave no answer, his eyes closing.
He truly got himself in a situation with no way out as a victor. If Joseph managed to keep the situation at hand, there would be horrible consequences for him once this was over.
“All of this would’ve been avoided if you just surrendered yourself to me. Though it’s still not too late for that. What do you say?”
What to say? Aesop has no idea. Regardless of what he said, Joseph was still so obsessed with him to an unhealthy degree, however this ended it would not be good for him.
He opened his eyes, looking up at Joseph. His piercing blue eyes looked down on his grey ones, waiting for an answer. Aesop didn’t know what to deliver, what to say.
Finally, he spoke.
“Take me.”
Whatever happened from here on out was out of his control.
One of them being fixated on a survivor was not a new thing. These games created an atmosphere where tension would arise within anyone who had even a slightest dislike or sudden fit of rage for whatever reason, resulting in hunters purposely targeting survivors until they were satisfied. This went on for weeks, sometimes even months.
But whatever Joseph had on his mind was not that. His obsession with the embalmer was different, and that was shown outside of games too.
Aesop was crawling on the ground, hoping to maybe come up by the dungeon. Two people had already escaped, one was chaired. It didn’t matter if this was a tie or a win since one was already secured, but considering Joseph was the hunter, Aesop would rather avoid any encounter with him, especially in this situation. All alone, with no one to interrupt them, it would be impossible for him to escape quickly.
With his heartbeat quickening up, he knew it was too late now. He was on the wrong side of the area anyway, there was nothing else he could do.
“There you are. Thought you could run away?”
It was always like this. Not putting him on the chair, making him heal himself and then use his coffin on himself while he dealt with everyone else, always making sure he was the one left last, regardless of the outcome of the match. What he’d decide to do varied every time, it was a wild card. Aesop could never predict his actions, no matter how much he tried to.
The photographer kneeled down next to him, grabbing Aesop by his face. “You have been awfully quiet lately. Not even wanting to look at him in the halls when I go look for you. Have you gotten bored?”
“I was never interested in the first place. You’re the one who keeps forcing yourself into my space,” he mumbled through his mask, his jaw hurting from Joseph’s grip.
“What do you even get out of this?”
“Is pleasure not the answer?”
He could hardly call whatever he was doing pleasurable, at least from his perspective. In the end, Aesop was the one always getting the worst treatment. At least most of it was during matches and in the halls and had not yet attempted to get into his room.
“You are one unique man, Aesop.I have yet to see everything you have to offer me. And I won’t stop until I get what I want.
Whatever this ‘relationship’ was to him, Aesop did not want to partake in it anymore than necessary, which was just here. He was just waiting for him to rise that sword of his and stab him so that they could get over this.
As if Joseph read his mind, the sword was raised, but he had yet to use it. Instead, he observed him one more time, the hand that was holding his face finally letting go. Aesop thought it might finally be over, but the hand then slid down to his chest, pushing hard on him. It was painful, but not enough to make him audible.
“So obsessed with death… You are one of a kind.”
There weren’t any other words from them on, as the sword that had been waiting for its use finally took action.
Right underneath his neck, it pierced through him as if it were nothing. Aesop flinched, his body giving the reaction, even if he knew he would not die from this. It will just send him back to his room, and he’ll be in pain for a while, this was nothing new to anyone participating in these games
Blood splattered out of the wound, covering his face and the rest of his body. It seems as if this was done on purpose, so that he didn’t die right away, but to go out slowly. Nothing unexpected of Joseph, considering how much he liked to play with him like this, forcefully fucking him into the ground while bleeding him out slowly. This time it seemed that he only wanted to watch him suffer with pain, as the other didn’t move from his spot, now watching him from above, slowly but surely waiting form him to be finished.
As his consciousness started disappearing, he could see a smile on the photographer’s face, as if he had something planned.
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Aesop woke up in pain as he assumed he would. His chest was hurting, it would be like that for a bit, he’d just have to deal with it, as much as he didn’t like that. His head was spinning, he’d probably need to get some water.
As he got up, he noticed something was wrong.
Something was on the chair. A coat, it was not his. Someone had come while he was still asleep. The process of survivors getting back from something like this took an hour or two, but they would always be asleep for some time before waking up. It was already dark in the room, meaning it was night, and the person must’ve come in right around the time his return was done.
To observe the coat more, he walked to the chair, hoping the material would give the person away. He couldn’t see much but the shape in the dark, so this would help narrow it down at least a bit.
In no time, as he was about to check it, someone had covered his eyes.
“So naive.”
Truly, he was. He should’ve suspected Joseph, yet that was not on his mind in the slightest. Maybe because he’d never consider him someone to break into rooms.
“You broke into-”
“Oh, no, I did not. You can thank your friends for letting me in by leaving the doors open when they came to check up on you.”
Emily always did checkups on everyone once they were back. She must’ve seen him asleep and then forgotten to close the door properly, leaving to this. Or he was just lying.
“You’re just making things up.”
The other chuckled. “I am not.” He wasn’t very convincing there.
Aesop was then dragged back to the bed, the hunter pushing him down. With both his head and body hunting, he wasn’t capable of effectively getting him off himself, regardless of what the other planned to do to him.
“Praying on the weak I see.”
“Your sarcastic remarks won’t help you much.” The other still stood, not yet doing whatever was on his mind with Aesop. Prolonging it or just trying to push fear into him, whatever the reason was it wasn’t working at least for now. Aesop was not an easily scared person, this was just an annoyance more than anything, at least for now.
“You resist, look away, fight it. Every time.”
“I think resiting you forcing yourself onto me is a normal reaction that every other survivor would have.”
To that, the hunter kicked his legs, resulting in a quiet grunt from Aesop. Was this really what touched a nerve?
“You’re too stubborn for your own good.”
What was he trying to get at?
“It’s what gets you in a situation like this. Imagine, if you were just accepting right from the start, we wouldn’t even be here, doing this. You just have to make everything difficult Aesop.”
Joseph just then climbed the bed, but instead of undressing him or himself, he once again grabbed Aesop’s face.
“If I can’t get you to just accept it, I will have to force you.”
Aesop huffed. “You can’t keep me locked in forever.”
“Unfortunately for you, I can and I will. I won’t let go of you until you submit.”
Until now, this was always just a game of going in circles, something Aesop was able to handle to a degree, even if he wasn’t fond of it. If Joseph was serious with what he said, that means that this game of his will soon come to an end, and Aesop won’t be the winner.
His cold, stoic posture was broken then and there, for only a second. And that was enough for Joseph to notice it.
“It seems I have taken the correct approach.”
“Asshole.”
He moved his finger across Aesop’s face, pulling down his mask with it. The hunter leaned down, forcefully kissing him, much to Aesop’s protests of trying to trash around with his wounded body.
“It’s now just a matter of time. How long do you think you will last, hm? I give it two days. You look strong, but are you really? You’re already struggling every time after you reach one orgasm, I don’t think this will be hard for me.”
Aesop gave no answer, his eyes closing.
He truly got himself in a situation with no way out as a victor. If Joseph managed to keep the situation at hand, there would be horrible consequences for him once this was over.
“All of this would’ve been avoided if you just surrendered yourself to me. Though it’s still not too late for that. What do you say?”
What to say? Aesop has no idea. Regardless of what he said, Joseph was still so obsessed with him to an unhealthy degree, however this ended it would not be good for him.
He opened his eyes, looking up at Joseph. His piercing blue eyes looked down on his grey ones, waiting for an answer. Aesop didn’t know what to deliver, what to say.
Finally, he spoke.
“Take me.”
Whatever happened from here on out was out of his control.
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Be my valentine
‘Happy valentines’
Words written on the paper made the Acrobat doubt them for a moment, but in the end, a smile was the end of it all.
‘That’s just like him,’ he thought. Joseph was the one to not do extravagant things, even if it looked like otherwise. The man did what he needed to and wanted with just that one letter, and Mike at least appreciated the simplicity of it.
He’d still be waiting for him in the evening and Mike would not refuse.
And why would he? There was enough space in his heart for one last love.
Words written on the paper made the Acrobat doubt them for a moment, but in the end, a smile was the end of it all.
‘That’s just like him,’ he thought. Joseph was the one to not do extravagant things, even if it looked like otherwise. The man did what he needed to and wanted with just that one letter, and Mike at least appreciated the simplicity of it.
He’d still be waiting for him in the evening and Mike would not refuse.
And why would he? There was enough space in his heart for one last love.
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Wallflower
No matter the thing that happened, Gatto couldn’t bring himself to end it all.
He was in love. He loved Désire. He was truly and utterly in love.
Everything the man did, all the wrong things, he couldn’t try and give it away anymore. His messages to the detectives died down. He couldn’t do it anymore.
All of that was leading to his downfall, but Gatto couldn’t do it. It would mean losing him for good.
Staying quiet about the atrocities was bad, but his heart was stronger here. He didn’t want to drive and betray his loved one anymore.
He was in love. He loved Désire. He was truly and utterly in love.
Everything the man did, all the wrong things, he couldn’t try and give it away anymore. His messages to the detectives died down. He couldn’t do it anymore.
All of that was leading to his downfall, but Gatto couldn’t do it. It would mean losing him for good.
Staying quiet about the atrocities was bad, but his heart was stronger here. He didn’t want to drive and betray his loved one anymore.
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Overflowing with love
If there was something Emily truly wanted to happen was for Emma to be a little more considerate of herself. Especially now, at this time, when she should be less active for her own sake.
“Emma, I understand that you’d like to help out others with the garden, it’s something you love, but in this state that is not very smart.”
“Why not? It’s not like something bad is going to happen!” Emma was very careless about this and there was no way of changing how she functions.
Emily sighed. “Emma; you are five months pregnant. A lot of bad things can happen to the baby if you’re not careful.”
The omega did not enjoy her limited movability which started rather soon after finding out she was pregnant. From not being able to participate in the games to having to move carefully everywhere she went, Emma was not amused by her current situation. At some point, Emily had expected her to start doubting the situation and ask her for help over it in some way at least.
However, after what happened to her mother because of her, Emily wasn't sure if she could perform another abortion, especially not here. She could not bear the same thing happening again.
“Can’t I at least go out? The air is fresh and it’s sunny. Don’t tell me that’s also bad?”
“No, it’s not.” Emily adored her restlessness most of the time, but it was a problem now. As much as she wanted her to be happy and do things she liked, sometimes there needed to be some limit due to her situation now.
“I just need you to remember that you can’t be as active as you normally like. I understand that it’s not something you enjoy, but it will last for only a bit longer. Staying a bit more grounded will benefit you and the baby. Can you do that for me?”
Emily was always cautious with Emma in many ways, making sure their child is safe was important, even if it brought in some less favourable situations.
Emma, however, seemed to finally understand.
“I know. I don’t like being like this, but since it will be over soon, I guess I can be like this for a little while longer.” She smiled at Emily, knowing the other appreciated that.
“Still, you will come with me! I want you to look at how they do things so that you know when we get out of here and I can’t garden, you can do it instead of me!”
Emily let out a laugh. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you.”
A little trip to the garden would be relaxing for her. She often wouldn’t think about breaks, so it was nice that Emma could remind her of it if anything. They really did work well together.
And hopefully, that will stay when their little baby is there. As they take care of them, they will grow up with two nice moms who love them. That was a dream come true for any child, and they will try to make that be real to the best of their abilities.
“Emma, I understand that you’d like to help out others with the garden, it’s something you love, but in this state that is not very smart.”
“Why not? It’s not like something bad is going to happen!” Emma was very careless about this and there was no way of changing how she functions.
Emily sighed. “Emma; you are five months pregnant. A lot of bad things can happen to the baby if you’re not careful.”
The omega did not enjoy her limited movability which started rather soon after finding out she was pregnant. From not being able to participate in the games to having to move carefully everywhere she went, Emma was not amused by her current situation. At some point, Emily had expected her to start doubting the situation and ask her for help over it in some way at least.
However, after what happened to her mother because of her, Emily wasn't sure if she could perform another abortion, especially not here. She could not bear the same thing happening again.
“Can’t I at least go out? The air is fresh and it’s sunny. Don’t tell me that’s also bad?”
“No, it’s not.” Emily adored her restlessness most of the time, but it was a problem now. As much as she wanted her to be happy and do things she liked, sometimes there needed to be some limit due to her situation now.
“I just need you to remember that you can’t be as active as you normally like. I understand that it’s not something you enjoy, but it will last for only a bit longer. Staying a bit more grounded will benefit you and the baby. Can you do that for me?”
Emily was always cautious with Emma in many ways, making sure their child is safe was important, even if it brought in some less favourable situations.
Emma, however, seemed to finally understand.
“I know. I don’t like being like this, but since it will be over soon, I guess I can be like this for a little while longer.” She smiled at Emily, knowing the other appreciated that.
“Still, you will come with me! I want you to look at how they do things so that you know when we get out of here and I can’t garden, you can do it instead of me!”
Emily let out a laugh. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you.”
A little trip to the garden would be relaxing for her. She often wouldn’t think about breaks, so it was nice that Emma could remind her of it if anything. They really did work well together.
And hopefully, that will stay when their little baby is there. As they take care of them, they will grow up with two nice moms who love them. That was a dream come true for any child, and they will try to make that be real to the best of their abilities.
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Night & Night
More often than not, Gatto found himself confined within the walls of his lab more so than anywhere else. Regardless of his reasoning for still being here, he was not going to suddenly stop giving his best with lab work, especially not now. There were many things the Melodis earl wanted from him, he couldn’t just not do it. Not raising suspicion was his number one priority, and this was helping him avoid that.
As if dating the said man wasn’t helping him already avoid it, this was just icing on the cake for him.
However, Désire was a lot less thrilled with his decision to stick to work so strictly.
“How much time will you dedicate to this? It’s past midnight.”
Gatto knew better than to ignore and continue work, leaving the notes he was taking to look at the other man. Désire was standing at the entrance of the lab, leaning on the door. He was not pleased with Gatto’s constant work overload. In truth, he probably just wanted to drag him to bed so they could fuck, but maybe for once the other just wanted some more company. Gatto doubted it was the case, but one could wonder what was going on in the head of someone like Désire.
“I apologize. I’m not done yet.”
“I know you’re not. You’re meant to leave it until the morning and then finish it then, not stay awake into the night.” Gatto was not used to any sort of anger or displeasure coming at his direction, especially not for something like this. At most, Désire would throw some sarcastic remarks at him, but they were always lighthearted. Could it be that he somehow managed to piss him off by not going to bed at a reasonable time?
“Sir-”
“Could it be that you’re bored,” Désire tilted his head. “Had enough fun? You don’t strike me as a person like that, but you never know. Especially as of late, I see you more outside the bedroom than inside of it. Considering you’re barely there anymore, you could be anywhere during the night and not just here.”
An accusation of cheating of all things was not on Gatto’s list of things he’d expected, but at least he wasn’t figured out. He has been using the late-night work as an excuse to send messages for the detectives from time to time, and if anyone had seen him, that would be a disaster. Maybe someone did see him and assumed he was seeing someone, thus resulting in this. It wasn’t helping his explanation, but it was one of the things that was possible.
“I’ve been working quite a lot, the workload is not small. You mentioned it is time-sensitive, it would not be good to leave it at the last minute. It could damage the reputation and devalue the work that’s done here.”
Désire’s eyes did not seem to leave Gatto, neither did they soften. They were still not over.
“You are quite daring to speak back to me like that.”
“I-I am only telling the truth,” he might've been caught off guard by this situation, but he always had enough proof that he was working, because he almost always did that.
“You are free to look at all of it. I have nothing to hide.” He had already gotten rid of all the evidence he was writing to the detectives, he could never bring himself to leave a trace of that. Everything was triple checked, Désire wouldn’t find anything here.
The Earl looked around, all the work Gatto had done on display, always making sure anyone who needed something from here would be able to get it right away. It came with his upbringing and the fact that it was safer for him to play this game in that way.
While his heart was beating quickly, he could see Désire’s eyes soften after he looked around for a while. The bad situation had been avoided.
“It seems you do work a lot here,” he said. “Maybe a bit too much. Perhaps I could consider another person aiding you in this, at least on the outside. Some of this work could possibly be sourced outside.”
“Most of the easier work, yes. Most of the complicated things and work related to the drug would still have to stay on me.” That would still get rid of most things Gatto worked on at the moment. Most of the small work was done quickly but was time-sensitive and sometimes a bit too fragile, so if a mistake was made, he’d have to do it all over again. It was the nature of his work.
“It would remove the time-sensitive things too.”
“Well, I must do that then.”
The sudden change in attitude did take Gatto off guard, but he had no trouble adjusting to it. Désire stood next to him, his eyes on Gatto again, hand caressing his face, making the other turn red. It was always embarrassing to see this.
“Then you’ll be in bed on time, right?”
“Y-yes.” He might have to find an alternative time for meeting the detectives, maybe the location too.
The smile braced Désire’s face. “Well then, you could've just said you needed help in the lab! You are sometimes hard to deal with dear, but that can’t make me hate you. Just be a little bit more open to… let’s say, talking about your work conditions. I would not want you to be too tired and overworked, it’s not good for you.
“Of course.”
He had a feeling he was going to get dragged out of the lab at any moment. It was good he was just writing down a report, leaving something ongoing could possibly cause an explosion or something worse.
He needed to be more careful with how much time he spent here too. Next time, it could cause something much worse than Désire getting upset and thinking he was cheating, especially with what could come after him being found.
As if dating the said man wasn’t helping him already avoid it, this was just icing on the cake for him.
However, Désire was a lot less thrilled with his decision to stick to work so strictly.
“How much time will you dedicate to this? It’s past midnight.”
Gatto knew better than to ignore and continue work, leaving the notes he was taking to look at the other man. Désire was standing at the entrance of the lab, leaning on the door. He was not pleased with Gatto’s constant work overload. In truth, he probably just wanted to drag him to bed so they could fuck, but maybe for once the other just wanted some more company. Gatto doubted it was the case, but one could wonder what was going on in the head of someone like Désire.
“I apologize. I’m not done yet.”
“I know you’re not. You’re meant to leave it until the morning and then finish it then, not stay awake into the night.” Gatto was not used to any sort of anger or displeasure coming at his direction, especially not for something like this. At most, Désire would throw some sarcastic remarks at him, but they were always lighthearted. Could it be that he somehow managed to piss him off by not going to bed at a reasonable time?
“Sir-”
“Could it be that you’re bored,” Désire tilted his head. “Had enough fun? You don’t strike me as a person like that, but you never know. Especially as of late, I see you more outside the bedroom than inside of it. Considering you’re barely there anymore, you could be anywhere during the night and not just here.”
An accusation of cheating of all things was not on Gatto’s list of things he’d expected, but at least he wasn’t figured out. He has been using the late-night work as an excuse to send messages for the detectives from time to time, and if anyone had seen him, that would be a disaster. Maybe someone did see him and assumed he was seeing someone, thus resulting in this. It wasn’t helping his explanation, but it was one of the things that was possible.
“I’ve been working quite a lot, the workload is not small. You mentioned it is time-sensitive, it would not be good to leave it at the last minute. It could damage the reputation and devalue the work that’s done here.”
Désire’s eyes did not seem to leave Gatto, neither did they soften. They were still not over.
“You are quite daring to speak back to me like that.”
“I-I am only telling the truth,” he might've been caught off guard by this situation, but he always had enough proof that he was working, because he almost always did that.
“You are free to look at all of it. I have nothing to hide.” He had already gotten rid of all the evidence he was writing to the detectives, he could never bring himself to leave a trace of that. Everything was triple checked, Désire wouldn’t find anything here.
The Earl looked around, all the work Gatto had done on display, always making sure anyone who needed something from here would be able to get it right away. It came with his upbringing and the fact that it was safer for him to play this game in that way.
While his heart was beating quickly, he could see Désire’s eyes soften after he looked around for a while. The bad situation had been avoided.
“It seems you do work a lot here,” he said. “Maybe a bit too much. Perhaps I could consider another person aiding you in this, at least on the outside. Some of this work could possibly be sourced outside.”
“Most of the easier work, yes. Most of the complicated things and work related to the drug would still have to stay on me.” That would still get rid of most things Gatto worked on at the moment. Most of the small work was done quickly but was time-sensitive and sometimes a bit too fragile, so if a mistake was made, he’d have to do it all over again. It was the nature of his work.
“It would remove the time-sensitive things too.”
“Well, I must do that then.”
The sudden change in attitude did take Gatto off guard, but he had no trouble adjusting to it. Désire stood next to him, his eyes on Gatto again, hand caressing his face, making the other turn red. It was always embarrassing to see this.
“Then you’ll be in bed on time, right?”
“Y-yes.” He might have to find an alternative time for meeting the detectives, maybe the location too.
The smile braced Désire’s face. “Well then, you could've just said you needed help in the lab! You are sometimes hard to deal with dear, but that can’t make me hate you. Just be a little bit more open to… let’s say, talking about your work conditions. I would not want you to be too tired and overworked, it’s not good for you.
“Of course.”
He had a feeling he was going to get dragged out of the lab at any moment. It was good he was just writing down a report, leaving something ongoing could possibly cause an explosion or something worse.
He needed to be more careful with how much time he spent here too. Next time, it could cause something much worse than Désire getting upset and thinking he was cheating, especially with what could come after him being found.
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Kiss me good-bye, with your last words, make me cry
Aesop felt a long-awaited relief once Désire had brought him to his home. The man has been the light at the end of the tunnel for so long that it was hard to believe it was happening now. He wished it was in a better moment, not when his mother had passed away and he had to find a new place to be in. The man was kind enough to take him in, especially after he heard he might have to go to an orphanage. Kids were always mean to him for a reason he couldn’t understand, and that wasn’t going to change if he went there. Everywhere he went, he was bullied. Désire was the only person besides his mother who would never be mean to him.
“It’s quite a big house, so you might need some time adjusting. I know your previous home wasn’t as bit, so all of this might take a while to get used to so much space. I’ll always be there to help though, don’t worry about it.”
He was so nice, helping him out like this. He carried all his things (not that Aesop had that much), and even got someone to prepare a room for him. While he wasn’t alone in the house, Désire said no one would bother him and if he needed help with anything, he’d get it. An odd thing to say, wouldn’t it be mean for Aesop to ignore others but for them to do everything he needed at that point in time? From what he understood Désire lived with his brother and a man who worked for him, with a butler occasionally being there, so it’s not like there were too many people around. Even so, the suggestion that Aesop should only care about what Désire had to say to him was odd.
But again, should he complain? He was happy that the one person who loved him wanted to take him in. They were never able to show much affection outside, mainly due to everyone not knowing why would Aesop want to be around someone like Désire, who should be a stranger to him. They met very oddly, Aesop was in the park after school, where he was crying over something that happened. The bullies were particularly bad that day, and he needed to cry it out before he came home. The man saw him and comforted him. Ever since then, Aesop would see him in the park every so often, until he decided he wanted to see him with purpose, not only because the man just so happened to be there. They ended up meeting in secret most of the time, in the evenings they both knew the park wouldn’t be crowded.
Now there was no reason to do that anymore, as they were under the same roof. He understood it might’ve been odd to many because Aesop was a child, but now there was no reason to worry about it.
At least that's what it looked like until he met Désire’s brother.
He called him Noir, but Saphir seemed to be his real name.
“Are you sure this is the path you want to go on? You’ll get in trouble.”
Désire just laughed at that. “Brother dear, no one will be getting in trouble, especially not me. And if you value your own situation, you might want to just keep quiet about it.”
The other didn’t say anything to that, but he didn’t seem very happy.
Yes, they were odd to people. Now Aesop was able to see it in real time. He was just happy it was his brother and not someone else, because he didn’t like to have odd looks on himself regardless of who they came from.
The first days here were quite exciting for the boy. With all things new, it was hard not to be like that, especially as Derise was there for most of the time. He seemed to work from home, or at least do most of the things from there, so there was no need for Aesop to rely on anyone else for that first time period. That made him happy, since so far he wasn’t sure if the younger brother was fond of him, and the guy working for him, the one with the odd mask, wasn’t someone he liked in the slightest. He hadn’t seen the butler much, only a few times when Désire was working, and even then he’d disappear as soon as he apparead. It was odd to Aesop, but maybe that was his job, only to be seen by his employer when it was needed. Aesop had no reason to see him or talk to him. Maybe he just took his job that seriously.
One of the things that excited him was having a nice room. Previously, his room was quite small, it had a bed and a closet with not much things. He had to do his homework in the living room too. Now, he even had a computer of his own. Désire let him do online school, as he didn’t want to go back there. He did like his uniform still, he had to have it on him for the times he had to go there, so he couldn’t throw it away.
His bed was big, enough to fit two people. His closet wasn’t small either, but it lacked clothes. Désire has yet to take him shopping, so it would stay like that for a little while. He was happy though. It felt nice being here, in a room that was his.
Désire also said that he didn’t have to always sleep there.
A few times since he’d been here, he’d invited him to come to his room for the night, but so far, Aesop has said no every time. He was aware of what that would probably lead to, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted that yet. He liked him very much, but they hadn’t done anything more than kisses and holding hands, suddenly doing that would be a bit too much for him.
However, he did think of how it would look like to just share the bed with Désire. He’d have someone to hug him and take care of him, peacefully sleeping next to him. He didn’t want to rush into it too fast, but now, he did feel he didn’t have enough. It would be rude to say it out loud, but it was how he felt.
And now, on a night that was rainy and filled with thunder, he felt even more greedy about it.
He didn’t like sleeping alone on nights like these. He’d always sleep with his mother and it would always bring him comfort. Now, with her gone, Désire was the one who could bring the comfort in.
Walking up to his room felt daunting, but the boy did it anyway. He remembered Désire knew to stay up late for work. So the chances he was awake were high. Lightly knocking on the door and entering the room, lights still on.
“Hm? Aesop? You’re still up?”
The boy nodded along. “It’s raining. I can’t sleep alone.”
Désire’s face lit up from excitement when he said that. “Oh, do you want to sleep with me?”
“Mhm. Can you come to my room?”
As if the work he previously had didn’t matter, Désire wasted no time in picking up clothes and telling the boy to wait for him in his room while he went to shower. With how quick it was, Aesop was sure he was hurrying up quite a lot as he did enjoy taking his time with showering.
With the bed big enough for both of them, there was no trouble for them to fit in it, Désire tightly hugging Aesop as they both lay down resting. Aesop faced him, wanting to be as close as possible to him. The embrace was warm, it made him feel safe. Désire’s arms held him closely, not letting go of his back, like a stuffed toy. The man must’ve been happy to finally sleep with Aesop after so long of just holding hands.
It would still take Aesop some time to get used to everything, but one way or another, he’ll get comfortable with most of it.
“Dear, I have something for you.”
Désire had made it a habit that he enjoyed getting Aesop clothes he thought were cute. The boy had gotten used to this by now, even if he hadn’t been here for that long. Having clothes that fit him and weren’t torn was nice. The only thing that had the luxury of being like that was his school uniform before, but that wasn’t the only thing.
The man did seem to enjoy different types of clothing than what Aesop would like to pick on his own though.
Soft pastels and frilly, girly clothes were something he’d always get him, no matter how out of place it felt for a boy like him to wear that. Désire had pointed out many times that it didn’t matter if he was a boy and he could wear whatever he wanted, but Aesop didn’t have a problem with that. It was more so that he had no interest in clothes of that kind, but it was the only thing Désire wanted to buy for him. Every time they were shopping together (so far not many times, Désire liked to get him clothes on his own), the moment Aesop would gesture towards more boyish clothes, he’d calmly try to talk him out of it or at least settle for something more neutral or lighter. Aesop still didn’t understand why he wanted him to wear stuff like that and talked him out of boy clothes.
And now, Désire had taken it a step further and got him a dress.
It covered most of his body, a frilly pink dress that went over his knees. It was not something Aesop would ever think of wearing, especially not outside. It was not a dress to wear around the house, that was for sure.
“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t think it would be something I could wear outside.”
“You’re right, it might not be the best idea. That’s why you can wear it around the house! Quite nice, isn’t it?”
Such a pretty dress, to be used only inside? Was this really a great idea? Especially since Aesop prefers more mobile clothes in general.
“Come on, try it on! I want to see you in it!”
The boy reluctantly took the dress, turning around to change. He knew Désire would be watching him while doing that, but by now he had no issue with it. The man enjoyed doing that so it was fine.
The dress fitted him well and was comfortable. Nothing felt odd about it, even though the concept of him wearing one was a bit odd to the boy. It didn’t make much sense still.
“You look so pretty in that!” Désire’s happiness was obvious, it was impossible to miss it. The man liked looking at him like that, him just wearing clothing of this sort. Aesop felt bad that he didn’t feel the same way.
“I… don’t know about that. It’s odd.” He didn’t want to be negative, but he had to be honest. Relationships are meant to be like that in the end, so it was better if he wasn’t fearful of it now.
“You’ve never worn a dress before, have you? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. It might look odd now but after a bit it won’t, I promise.”
That didn’t look right.
“...I don’t think I like dresses much. Or the frilly clothes.”
The man’s face seemed down after that. Did Aesop disappoint him?
“Now, that’s not nice to say with everything I go out of my way to do for you, is it?”
Aesop wasn’t sure what to say.
“It would be really mean to be like that after everything, wouldn’t it?”
“I- I’m sorry…” Aesop didn’t know what was wrong here. He said he didn’t like dresses, but Désire was now upset about it. Was he supposed to not say that? “I don’t think I understand…”
Désire kneeled down to his eye level. “I’ll give you everything you need, and you should be happy and grateful about it. Sometimes things might not make sense, then you can ask about it. I got you the dress because I want you to wear it, and you’ll do so. I don’t think that was hard to ask before saying what you said. Even if you don’t like it much, you’ll get used to it after a while, as I said before. Does that make sense now?”
The boy nodded.
“Good boy. See, not that hard. Next time ask, alright? I don’t like getting disappointed.”
So, he had to do things as he was told sometimes? To be fair, Désire did allow him to continue his education and live with him, getting everything for free. He might be a child, but he had to do something in return. Désire saw that as something he had to do, so Aesop should listen.
The boy nodded along. “Okay.”
“Good! Now, it would be good to walk around in it for a bit. I like looking at you like that, so getting used to it is important so that you don’t have trouble with it anymore!”
He was back to his previous happy self, now that Aesop accepted everything. Such a quick change of heart was odd.
“I have to go to work now, we can talk more later. I have other plans for things I want to get you that we can talk about then.”
Aesop was then left alone, off on his own to do whatever. After all this, he could use a snack.
As he went down the stairs to the kitchen, it was impossible for Saphir not to notice him in the living room.
“Why are you walking around like that? Where did you even get the dress?” His confusion was understandable.
“Désire gave it to me and told me to wear it around. I have to get used to it.”
The other didn’t seem surprised or even moved by that statement. He shook his head, probably in disapproval of what his brother was doing, and continued reading the book like he had before Aesop came into the room.
Somehow, everyone in this house was a bit odd one way or another.
It was only a matter of time before Aesop was led to this situation.
Not that he hated the thought of it or the act itself, but he was nervous about it. Sex was something he only ever heard of before and read a bit about, so he wasn’t knowledgeable about it like Désire was. There was so much a book could tell him, not to mention they were all about how men and women do it, not two men. His nervousness was justified.
It was another one of those rainy nights, so he’d asked Désire to sleep with him again. The older man agreed with no issues, always putting away his work to be with the boy. Aesop was now wearing new clothes he’d gotten him, pretty lace underwear. He’d lie if he said he felt uncomfortable with it, but saying anything of that sort to Désire would be met with disappointment. There were a few more situations like that, all of them ending up in Aesop apologizing and saying he’s sorry. It seemed to work with the man, all happy again that the boy was sorry. After a few situations, Aesop had stopped trying to say something was not to his liking when it came to clothes or other things Désire would get him.
“Cold again, aren’t you?” Désire did seem to enjoy these types of nights, as he’d grown accustomed to hugging Aesop while sleeping like that. The boy was used to it too, it felt nice to have someone to care for him, even if he was odd at times. That didn’t change the fact that he loved him so much.
So, tonight Aesop decided to make that change Désire had been waiting for since the day he came.
The whole time, all things considered, he never pressured the boy about sex, even if he was pushy about other things. It was the one aspect Désire wanted him to initiate, even if sometimes he’d suggest it, but it was nothing more than just that: the suggestion that was always met with a no.
Tonight, as Aesop was hugged, he decided to break it apart a little, enough to get Désire’s attention.
“Hm? What is it? Is something not to your liking?”
The boy took a deep breath. “Um… I… I want to have sex with you… if that’s okay…” His expression of it was shy, he was stumbling on his words. It was done horribly, if he could say so.
Désire, however, didn’t seem to be upset or bothered by the fact the boy was having trouble saying his word. He was delighted on the other hand. Happy.
“Of course my angel.”
Aesop wasn’t sure what to expect. He didn’t think Désire would do anything bad or unexpected to him, not after everything he’s done for him even with the odd way of wanting him to dress, but there was still some natural worry in him. Doing something for the first time is scary, regardless of what it was.
But it did seem that in the end, There was nothing about it that the boy had to worry about.
Désire did promise him to be nice. He’d said that before when talking about sex with him, there was no reason for him to not be telling the truth. Aesop saw it now too, his body feeling all sorts of excitement in the moment they shared in the rainy night. Nothing could make the boy happier than this, it was for sure.
“Was that good honey?”
“Mhm.” Aesop was having a hard time talking but was able to nod along this much. His body did hurt a bit, but Désire told him that would happen. The whole experience was one to remember.
“I love you,” the boy said, hugging Désire tightly underneath the blankets.
“I love you too, my sweet boy.”
Things have still continued to be strange. Now though, they have started to make Aesop feel weird in a way he didn’t like.
Désire’s obsession with him wearing dresses did not stop at any point, it might’ve gotten worse in fact. Most of the stuff he was now getting were dresses. There were still some regular clothes for when the boy had to go outside, but that was mostly for school when they needed him to be there, and even there he just wore his uniform.
At home, it was mostly dresses.
A lot of the time, they weren’t very practical. They looked pretty to look at, comfortable even, but doing things around the house was a bit of a pain, if Aesop would say so. Désire never made him do housework, that was reserved for staff that was sometimes there (Aesop rarely saw anyone but Rogers), but the boy had taken a liking to cooking. He did know how to make some stuff before, his mother taught him how to, but now he was able to do much, much more with always having ingredients and working appliances. Dresses like that could easily be ruined and had to be cleaned very carefully. With how expensive they were, Aesop felt bad baking and cooking in them.
It came to a moment where he did tell Désire about it. It was said in a way that he was sure the other wouldn’t find it disappointing, as he didn’t want to ruin the clothing.
Fortunately, he did listen, just not in a way Aesop expected.
The boy still continued getting dresses, but now they were less extranet and more plain and simple.
“Perfect for work around home,” Désire said to him. “You don’t have to worry about the pretty ones getting ruined now. I don’t want my little housewife to feel bad for making things for me.”
‘Housewife’ is a term Aesop heard of before. It was for married women who stayed at home. Aesop was neither of those things, but Désire seemed to see him in such a way. It confused him and made him feel odd, but they were lovers, maybe he just viewed it like that? There wasn’t a possibility of them getting married anytime soon, he knew that, so was this his way of pretending that was the case? Désire was never one to say things like that, so it felt odd.
It didn’t stop Aesop from enjoying his new hobby though.
“What are you doing?”
Saphir had a habit of often walking onto whatever Aesop was doing. Today he was making a cake, one with fruits since he liked it a lot and Désire seemed to like it too. Last time he made a similar one, he said he liked it. And he even mentioned Saphir liked fruity things, so he might like the cake too.
“I’m making a cake.”
The younger brother didn’t seem to hate him or anything, but he wasn’t that fond of the boy. He never figured out where that was coming from, but it’s not like he was trying to make it hard for him and Désire. He’d just look at him oddly sometimes and that was about it.
“It’s for Désire, but you can have some if you want to.”
The other was there just to take water from the fridge. “I’ll be fine without it, thank you.”
Last time he made something like this, the last piece of cake that was left in the evening was gone by the morning. Désire was with him that night as it was rainy, and Tubefore wasn’t that fond of sweets, so there was only one other person who would’ve eaten it. Maybe it was a part of his presentation as he was supposed to be working some tough job and needed to present himself a certain way, so being like that most of the time was beneficial.
The boy didn't want to talk much more, so he just continued as the other left, not saying another word. At least he didn't look at him too oddly this time. He didn't like when he'd do that.
Aesop took the bowl and continued with what he was doing. He wanted to be done by the afternoon so that Désire could eat the cake in the evening. He was clearly doing a good job with this, so if he did it more, he'd be even happier with Aesop. It was a nice payoff because he'd then be very doting on him, kiss him more, even have sex in a way Aesop really enjoyed. Désire liked a rougher experience, but Aesop preferred a gentle one, so doing things for him would compromise for a better time in the bedroom. He was still happy with it of course, but some more comfort was always nice, especially with how he had to dress now.
He still didn’t understand the dress thing, maybe he never will.
“Désire?”
“Yes?”
The boy had never thought this would come to his mind, but something was not right.
He didn’t like how Désire made him dress, how happy he was when he’d be doing things around the house. At some point, he just started calling him ‘his wife’ out of nowhere. He also wanted Aesop to call him ‘my husband’. This on its own wouldn’t be much of a problem, but with everything added to it and how… weird all of this was, it made Aesop uncomfortable more than anything. There was something about how he saw him, not as a boy that he loves… like something else entirely but he didn’t have a name for it. But it made something that he liked, someone he loved, look much different.
“I don’t feel good.”
“Are you sick? Your face isn’t hot or red. Did you eat something bad?” He seemed worried, but that didn’t give much comfort to Aesop. They were together in the boy’s bedroom, Désire came because he wanted some alone time with him. More often than not, this has now started to evolve into sex, even at times where Aesop wasn’t in the mood for it. Every time he’d try to refuse or say he didn’t feel like he wanted it, Désire would be all disappointed and stop talking to him. The first time, Aesop wasn’t sure what to do. He missed talking to him, not even a whole day after that, the boy was running to him, telling him he was sorry. He wasn’t sure why what he said was wrong. He was supposed to communicate well and did so, but that didn’t seem to give him good results.
It was similar to how it was in school.
There were clear differences, Désire did love him and would then tell him why he wasn’t supposed to say things like that, but that still didn’t explain it.
So now, if he wasn’t feeling like having sex, he had to make something up. He’d never thought he’d have to do that, but now, more than ever, he needed it.
“It’s my stomach. It hurts really bad. I don’t know what it’s from.”
“Hm, we did eat fish and you didn’t have much with it. It could be from that. You should really eat more variety of food with it, it can have a bad effect on your stomach.”
“I’m sorry. I will eat more next time.”
Désire was still holding him close, so Aesop was still not in a position of freedom. He was wearing another lace set the other had gotten for him. He was amazed that the size fit him well, as he did know these are made with adult women in mind, yet they fit him perfectly. Where would Désire gotten them?
The grip on him finally loosened. “Darling, I might need to do some more work. Do you mind me leaving?”
“No, it’s okay. Please don’t stay up too late though.”
Désire smiled at him. “Of course not.”
He probably would. On the days he did a lot of work, he knew not to come to him at all. By now they’d been sleeping together all the time, and on the day that they weren’t, Désire would stay up all night working in his study. Aesop had no idea what he was working on, but Désire always avoided talking about it, saying it’s not for kids to know.
As that door finally closed, Aesop allowed himself to lay down, cover himself and quietly cry.
When he came here, he was so happy. Désire loved him, he definitely still does, but this isn’t the same. He always was careful with him and gave him things, said nice words. This was, for the most part, now gone. Whenever Aesop has a problem with something or something felt off or wrong, he’d behave as if he was wrong for feeling like that. Were his feelings wrong? Was he supposed to just accept this?
It felt wrong. Him being dressed like a girl, being called ‘wife’ and ‘housewife’ and with the way he was treating him every time he had an objection, it didn’t feel like this was a safe environment for him.
What happened?
Why did things turn this way?
Why was Désire now so… controlling now?
Things have changed. Not in a way he liked.
Aesop cried himself to sleep, worrying what was to come. He never thought he’d have to worry or be afraid, but he was now, and he didn’t want to.
Because he was supposed to be loved here, not fear that love.
“It’s quite a big house, so you might need some time adjusting. I know your previous home wasn’t as bit, so all of this might take a while to get used to so much space. I’ll always be there to help though, don’t worry about it.”
He was so nice, helping him out like this. He carried all his things (not that Aesop had that much), and even got someone to prepare a room for him. While he wasn’t alone in the house, Désire said no one would bother him and if he needed help with anything, he’d get it. An odd thing to say, wouldn’t it be mean for Aesop to ignore others but for them to do everything he needed at that point in time? From what he understood Désire lived with his brother and a man who worked for him, with a butler occasionally being there, so it’s not like there were too many people around. Even so, the suggestion that Aesop should only care about what Désire had to say to him was odd.
But again, should he complain? He was happy that the one person who loved him wanted to take him in. They were never able to show much affection outside, mainly due to everyone not knowing why would Aesop want to be around someone like Désire, who should be a stranger to him. They met very oddly, Aesop was in the park after school, where he was crying over something that happened. The bullies were particularly bad that day, and he needed to cry it out before he came home. The man saw him and comforted him. Ever since then, Aesop would see him in the park every so often, until he decided he wanted to see him with purpose, not only because the man just so happened to be there. They ended up meeting in secret most of the time, in the evenings they both knew the park wouldn’t be crowded.
Now there was no reason to do that anymore, as they were under the same roof. He understood it might’ve been odd to many because Aesop was a child, but now there was no reason to worry about it.
At least that's what it looked like until he met Désire’s brother.
He called him Noir, but Saphir seemed to be his real name.
“Are you sure this is the path you want to go on? You’ll get in trouble.”
Désire just laughed at that. “Brother dear, no one will be getting in trouble, especially not me. And if you value your own situation, you might want to just keep quiet about it.”
The other didn’t say anything to that, but he didn’t seem very happy.
Yes, they were odd to people. Now Aesop was able to see it in real time. He was just happy it was his brother and not someone else, because he didn’t like to have odd looks on himself regardless of who they came from.
The first days here were quite exciting for the boy. With all things new, it was hard not to be like that, especially as Derise was there for most of the time. He seemed to work from home, or at least do most of the things from there, so there was no need for Aesop to rely on anyone else for that first time period. That made him happy, since so far he wasn’t sure if the younger brother was fond of him, and the guy working for him, the one with the odd mask, wasn’t someone he liked in the slightest. He hadn’t seen the butler much, only a few times when Désire was working, and even then he’d disappear as soon as he apparead. It was odd to Aesop, but maybe that was his job, only to be seen by his employer when it was needed. Aesop had no reason to see him or talk to him. Maybe he just took his job that seriously.
One of the things that excited him was having a nice room. Previously, his room was quite small, it had a bed and a closet with not much things. He had to do his homework in the living room too. Now, he even had a computer of his own. Désire let him do online school, as he didn’t want to go back there. He did like his uniform still, he had to have it on him for the times he had to go there, so he couldn’t throw it away.
His bed was big, enough to fit two people. His closet wasn’t small either, but it lacked clothes. Désire has yet to take him shopping, so it would stay like that for a little while. He was happy though. It felt nice being here, in a room that was his.
Désire also said that he didn’t have to always sleep there.
A few times since he’d been here, he’d invited him to come to his room for the night, but so far, Aesop has said no every time. He was aware of what that would probably lead to, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted that yet. He liked him very much, but they hadn’t done anything more than kisses and holding hands, suddenly doing that would be a bit too much for him.
However, he did think of how it would look like to just share the bed with Désire. He’d have someone to hug him and take care of him, peacefully sleeping next to him. He didn’t want to rush into it too fast, but now, he did feel he didn’t have enough. It would be rude to say it out loud, but it was how he felt.
And now, on a night that was rainy and filled with thunder, he felt even more greedy about it.
He didn’t like sleeping alone on nights like these. He’d always sleep with his mother and it would always bring him comfort. Now, with her gone, Désire was the one who could bring the comfort in.
Walking up to his room felt daunting, but the boy did it anyway. He remembered Désire knew to stay up late for work. So the chances he was awake were high. Lightly knocking on the door and entering the room, lights still on.
“Hm? Aesop? You’re still up?”
The boy nodded along. “It’s raining. I can’t sleep alone.”
Désire’s face lit up from excitement when he said that. “Oh, do you want to sleep with me?”
“Mhm. Can you come to my room?”
As if the work he previously had didn’t matter, Désire wasted no time in picking up clothes and telling the boy to wait for him in his room while he went to shower. With how quick it was, Aesop was sure he was hurrying up quite a lot as he did enjoy taking his time with showering.
With the bed big enough for both of them, there was no trouble for them to fit in it, Désire tightly hugging Aesop as they both lay down resting. Aesop faced him, wanting to be as close as possible to him. The embrace was warm, it made him feel safe. Désire’s arms held him closely, not letting go of his back, like a stuffed toy. The man must’ve been happy to finally sleep with Aesop after so long of just holding hands.
It would still take Aesop some time to get used to everything, but one way or another, he’ll get comfortable with most of it.
“Dear, I have something for you.”
Désire had made it a habit that he enjoyed getting Aesop clothes he thought were cute. The boy had gotten used to this by now, even if he hadn’t been here for that long. Having clothes that fit him and weren’t torn was nice. The only thing that had the luxury of being like that was his school uniform before, but that wasn’t the only thing.
The man did seem to enjoy different types of clothing than what Aesop would like to pick on his own though.
Soft pastels and frilly, girly clothes were something he’d always get him, no matter how out of place it felt for a boy like him to wear that. Désire had pointed out many times that it didn’t matter if he was a boy and he could wear whatever he wanted, but Aesop didn’t have a problem with that. It was more so that he had no interest in clothes of that kind, but it was the only thing Désire wanted to buy for him. Every time they were shopping together (so far not many times, Désire liked to get him clothes on his own), the moment Aesop would gesture towards more boyish clothes, he’d calmly try to talk him out of it or at least settle for something more neutral or lighter. Aesop still didn’t understand why he wanted him to wear stuff like that and talked him out of boy clothes.
And now, Désire had taken it a step further and got him a dress.
It covered most of his body, a frilly pink dress that went over his knees. It was not something Aesop would ever think of wearing, especially not outside. It was not a dress to wear around the house, that was for sure.
“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t think it would be something I could wear outside.”
“You’re right, it might not be the best idea. That’s why you can wear it around the house! Quite nice, isn’t it?”
Such a pretty dress, to be used only inside? Was this really a great idea? Especially since Aesop prefers more mobile clothes in general.
“Come on, try it on! I want to see you in it!”
The boy reluctantly took the dress, turning around to change. He knew Désire would be watching him while doing that, but by now he had no issue with it. The man enjoyed doing that so it was fine.
The dress fitted him well and was comfortable. Nothing felt odd about it, even though the concept of him wearing one was a bit odd to the boy. It didn’t make much sense still.
“You look so pretty in that!” Désire’s happiness was obvious, it was impossible to miss it. The man liked looking at him like that, him just wearing clothing of this sort. Aesop felt bad that he didn’t feel the same way.
“I… don’t know about that. It’s odd.” He didn’t want to be negative, but he had to be honest. Relationships are meant to be like that in the end, so it was better if he wasn’t fearful of it now.
“You’ve never worn a dress before, have you? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. It might look odd now but after a bit it won’t, I promise.”
That didn’t look right.
“...I don’t think I like dresses much. Or the frilly clothes.”
The man’s face seemed down after that. Did Aesop disappoint him?
“Now, that’s not nice to say with everything I go out of my way to do for you, is it?”
Aesop wasn’t sure what to say.
“It would be really mean to be like that after everything, wouldn’t it?”
“I- I’m sorry…” Aesop didn’t know what was wrong here. He said he didn’t like dresses, but Désire was now upset about it. Was he supposed to not say that? “I don’t think I understand…”
Désire kneeled down to his eye level. “I’ll give you everything you need, and you should be happy and grateful about it. Sometimes things might not make sense, then you can ask about it. I got you the dress because I want you to wear it, and you’ll do so. I don’t think that was hard to ask before saying what you said. Even if you don’t like it much, you’ll get used to it after a while, as I said before. Does that make sense now?”
The boy nodded.
“Good boy. See, not that hard. Next time ask, alright? I don’t like getting disappointed.”
So, he had to do things as he was told sometimes? To be fair, Désire did allow him to continue his education and live with him, getting everything for free. He might be a child, but he had to do something in return. Désire saw that as something he had to do, so Aesop should listen.
The boy nodded along. “Okay.”
“Good! Now, it would be good to walk around in it for a bit. I like looking at you like that, so getting used to it is important so that you don’t have trouble with it anymore!”
He was back to his previous happy self, now that Aesop accepted everything. Such a quick change of heart was odd.
“I have to go to work now, we can talk more later. I have other plans for things I want to get you that we can talk about then.”
Aesop was then left alone, off on his own to do whatever. After all this, he could use a snack.
As he went down the stairs to the kitchen, it was impossible for Saphir not to notice him in the living room.
“Why are you walking around like that? Where did you even get the dress?” His confusion was understandable.
“Désire gave it to me and told me to wear it around. I have to get used to it.”
The other didn’t seem surprised or even moved by that statement. He shook his head, probably in disapproval of what his brother was doing, and continued reading the book like he had before Aesop came into the room.
Somehow, everyone in this house was a bit odd one way or another.
It was only a matter of time before Aesop was led to this situation.
Not that he hated the thought of it or the act itself, but he was nervous about it. Sex was something he only ever heard of before and read a bit about, so he wasn’t knowledgeable about it like Désire was. There was so much a book could tell him, not to mention they were all about how men and women do it, not two men. His nervousness was justified.
It was another one of those rainy nights, so he’d asked Désire to sleep with him again. The older man agreed with no issues, always putting away his work to be with the boy. Aesop was now wearing new clothes he’d gotten him, pretty lace underwear. He’d lie if he said he felt uncomfortable with it, but saying anything of that sort to Désire would be met with disappointment. There were a few more situations like that, all of them ending up in Aesop apologizing and saying he’s sorry. It seemed to work with the man, all happy again that the boy was sorry. After a few situations, Aesop had stopped trying to say something was not to his liking when it came to clothes or other things Désire would get him.
“Cold again, aren’t you?” Désire did seem to enjoy these types of nights, as he’d grown accustomed to hugging Aesop while sleeping like that. The boy was used to it too, it felt nice to have someone to care for him, even if he was odd at times. That didn’t change the fact that he loved him so much.
So, tonight Aesop decided to make that change Désire had been waiting for since the day he came.
The whole time, all things considered, he never pressured the boy about sex, even if he was pushy about other things. It was the one aspect Désire wanted him to initiate, even if sometimes he’d suggest it, but it was nothing more than just that: the suggestion that was always met with a no.
Tonight, as Aesop was hugged, he decided to break it apart a little, enough to get Désire’s attention.
“Hm? What is it? Is something not to your liking?”
The boy took a deep breath. “Um… I… I want to have sex with you… if that’s okay…” His expression of it was shy, he was stumbling on his words. It was done horribly, if he could say so.
Désire, however, didn’t seem to be upset or bothered by the fact the boy was having trouble saying his word. He was delighted on the other hand. Happy.
“Of course my angel.”
Aesop wasn’t sure what to expect. He didn’t think Désire would do anything bad or unexpected to him, not after everything he’s done for him even with the odd way of wanting him to dress, but there was still some natural worry in him. Doing something for the first time is scary, regardless of what it was.
But it did seem that in the end, There was nothing about it that the boy had to worry about.
Désire did promise him to be nice. He’d said that before when talking about sex with him, there was no reason for him to not be telling the truth. Aesop saw it now too, his body feeling all sorts of excitement in the moment they shared in the rainy night. Nothing could make the boy happier than this, it was for sure.
“Was that good honey?”
“Mhm.” Aesop was having a hard time talking but was able to nod along this much. His body did hurt a bit, but Désire told him that would happen. The whole experience was one to remember.
“I love you,” the boy said, hugging Désire tightly underneath the blankets.
“I love you too, my sweet boy.”
Things have still continued to be strange. Now though, they have started to make Aesop feel weird in a way he didn’t like.
Désire’s obsession with him wearing dresses did not stop at any point, it might’ve gotten worse in fact. Most of the stuff he was now getting were dresses. There were still some regular clothes for when the boy had to go outside, but that was mostly for school when they needed him to be there, and even there he just wore his uniform.
At home, it was mostly dresses.
A lot of the time, they weren’t very practical. They looked pretty to look at, comfortable even, but doing things around the house was a bit of a pain, if Aesop would say so. Désire never made him do housework, that was reserved for staff that was sometimes there (Aesop rarely saw anyone but Rogers), but the boy had taken a liking to cooking. He did know how to make some stuff before, his mother taught him how to, but now he was able to do much, much more with always having ingredients and working appliances. Dresses like that could easily be ruined and had to be cleaned very carefully. With how expensive they were, Aesop felt bad baking and cooking in them.
It came to a moment where he did tell Désire about it. It was said in a way that he was sure the other wouldn’t find it disappointing, as he didn’t want to ruin the clothing.
Fortunately, he did listen, just not in a way Aesop expected.
The boy still continued getting dresses, but now they were less extranet and more plain and simple.
“Perfect for work around home,” Désire said to him. “You don’t have to worry about the pretty ones getting ruined now. I don’t want my little housewife to feel bad for making things for me.”
‘Housewife’ is a term Aesop heard of before. It was for married women who stayed at home. Aesop was neither of those things, but Désire seemed to see him in such a way. It confused him and made him feel odd, but they were lovers, maybe he just viewed it like that? There wasn’t a possibility of them getting married anytime soon, he knew that, so was this his way of pretending that was the case? Désire was never one to say things like that, so it felt odd.
It didn’t stop Aesop from enjoying his new hobby though.
“What are you doing?”
Saphir had a habit of often walking onto whatever Aesop was doing. Today he was making a cake, one with fruits since he liked it a lot and Désire seemed to like it too. Last time he made a similar one, he said he liked it. And he even mentioned Saphir liked fruity things, so he might like the cake too.
“I’m making a cake.”
The younger brother didn’t seem to hate him or anything, but he wasn’t that fond of the boy. He never figured out where that was coming from, but it’s not like he was trying to make it hard for him and Désire. He’d just look at him oddly sometimes and that was about it.
“It’s for Désire, but you can have some if you want to.”
The other was there just to take water from the fridge. “I’ll be fine without it, thank you.”
Last time he made something like this, the last piece of cake that was left in the evening was gone by the morning. Désire was with him that night as it was rainy, and Tubefore wasn’t that fond of sweets, so there was only one other person who would’ve eaten it. Maybe it was a part of his presentation as he was supposed to be working some tough job and needed to present himself a certain way, so being like that most of the time was beneficial.
The boy didn't want to talk much more, so he just continued as the other left, not saying another word. At least he didn't look at him too oddly this time. He didn't like when he'd do that.
Aesop took the bowl and continued with what he was doing. He wanted to be done by the afternoon so that Désire could eat the cake in the evening. He was clearly doing a good job with this, so if he did it more, he'd be even happier with Aesop. It was a nice payoff because he'd then be very doting on him, kiss him more, even have sex in a way Aesop really enjoyed. Désire liked a rougher experience, but Aesop preferred a gentle one, so doing things for him would compromise for a better time in the bedroom. He was still happy with it of course, but some more comfort was always nice, especially with how he had to dress now.
He still didn’t understand the dress thing, maybe he never will.
“Désire?”
“Yes?”
The boy had never thought this would come to his mind, but something was not right.
He didn’t like how Désire made him dress, how happy he was when he’d be doing things around the house. At some point, he just started calling him ‘his wife’ out of nowhere. He also wanted Aesop to call him ‘my husband’. This on its own wouldn’t be much of a problem, but with everything added to it and how… weird all of this was, it made Aesop uncomfortable more than anything. There was something about how he saw him, not as a boy that he loves… like something else entirely but he didn’t have a name for it. But it made something that he liked, someone he loved, look much different.
“I don’t feel good.”
“Are you sick? Your face isn’t hot or red. Did you eat something bad?” He seemed worried, but that didn’t give much comfort to Aesop. They were together in the boy’s bedroom, Désire came because he wanted some alone time with him. More often than not, this has now started to evolve into sex, even at times where Aesop wasn’t in the mood for it. Every time he’d try to refuse or say he didn’t feel like he wanted it, Désire would be all disappointed and stop talking to him. The first time, Aesop wasn’t sure what to do. He missed talking to him, not even a whole day after that, the boy was running to him, telling him he was sorry. He wasn’t sure why what he said was wrong. He was supposed to communicate well and did so, but that didn’t seem to give him good results.
It was similar to how it was in school.
There were clear differences, Désire did love him and would then tell him why he wasn’t supposed to say things like that, but that still didn’t explain it.
So now, if he wasn’t feeling like having sex, he had to make something up. He’d never thought he’d have to do that, but now, more than ever, he needed it.
“It’s my stomach. It hurts really bad. I don’t know what it’s from.”
“Hm, we did eat fish and you didn’t have much with it. It could be from that. You should really eat more variety of food with it, it can have a bad effect on your stomach.”
“I’m sorry. I will eat more next time.”
Désire was still holding him close, so Aesop was still not in a position of freedom. He was wearing another lace set the other had gotten for him. He was amazed that the size fit him well, as he did know these are made with adult women in mind, yet they fit him perfectly. Where would Désire gotten them?
The grip on him finally loosened. “Darling, I might need to do some more work. Do you mind me leaving?”
“No, it’s okay. Please don’t stay up too late though.”
Désire smiled at him. “Of course not.”
He probably would. On the days he did a lot of work, he knew not to come to him at all. By now they’d been sleeping together all the time, and on the day that they weren’t, Désire would stay up all night working in his study. Aesop had no idea what he was working on, but Désire always avoided talking about it, saying it’s not for kids to know.
As that door finally closed, Aesop allowed himself to lay down, cover himself and quietly cry.
When he came here, he was so happy. Désire loved him, he definitely still does, but this isn’t the same. He always was careful with him and gave him things, said nice words. This was, for the most part, now gone. Whenever Aesop has a problem with something or something felt off or wrong, he’d behave as if he was wrong for feeling like that. Were his feelings wrong? Was he supposed to just accept this?
It felt wrong. Him being dressed like a girl, being called ‘wife’ and ‘housewife’ and with the way he was treating him every time he had an objection, it didn’t feel like this was a safe environment for him.
What happened?
Why did things turn this way?
Why was Désire now so… controlling now?
Things have changed. Not in a way he liked.
Aesop cried himself to sleep, worrying what was to come. He never thought he’d have to worry or be afraid, but he was now, and he didn’t want to.
Because he was supposed to be loved here, not fear that love.
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Simple
Any step that is too fast feels wrong. She can feel it every time. Not that Galatea doesn’t, she sees it too.
“It’s not something I want to show when others are around.”
It’s now safe. The person who was there just passed, they’re alone now.
“You don’t want to hold hands with others around yet?”
“I don’t.”
Galatea only smiles. “Alright, I don’t mind. I’d still like to hold it when it’s just us.”
“I don’t mind that.”
Every step counts, she knows that. Day by day, she gets more comfortable showing said affection to everyone around the manor.
“It’s not something I want to show when others are around.”
It’s now safe. The person who was there just passed, they’re alone now.
“You don’t want to hold hands with others around yet?”
“I don’t.”
Galatea only smiles. “Alright, I don’t mind. I’d still like to hold it when it’s just us.”
“I don’t mind that.”
Every step counts, she knows that. Day by day, she gets more comfortable showing said affection to everyone around the manor.
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Tear my heart
Eyes closed, no light. It was dark, lights out. He wouldn’t turn them on either way, light irritated his eyes a lot.
So did spending time with others but he was willing to make an exception for someone who made his heart feel weird.
It was enough for that kiss to happen, a thing Andrew never thought someone like him could experience.
“What is it, sweetheart? Did not think anyone would do that for you?”
To him, Antonio was the least likely. Yet there he was, doing it.
Andrew didn’t want to say it, but it made him feel happy.
So did spending time with others but he was willing to make an exception for someone who made his heart feel weird.
It was enough for that kiss to happen, a thing Andrew never thought someone like him could experience.
“What is it, sweetheart? Did not think anyone would do that for you?”
To him, Antonio was the least likely. Yet there he was, doing it.
Andrew didn’t want to say it, but it made him feel happy.