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Of all the places to go to for a date, some 5 star fancy restaurant was NOT on that list for the trio.

They never felt the need to go to some high class restaurant for dinner dates. Why would they? The only one who could afford to was Amelia, and both Keith and Pico would feel bad if she had to constantly pay for some overpriced food (unless she was using her dad’s credit card, then all hell broke loose there). Not to mention how out of place the boys felt in that kind of environment, because c’mon. They were both considered delinquents by society alone. The fanciest places they always went to were some small family diners.

The reason why they were here, however, was because Amelia’s parents were invited as VIPs to a grand opening, but they couldn’t make it because of work, so the position was given to her. With enough convincing and a bit of “Daughterly Charm”, she was able to get her boyfriends to tag along. Free food, a table with a nice view of the city lights, somewhat quiet atmosphere..

What could go wrong?

Other than Amelia having to take an important call outside, leaving Keith and Pico by themselves.

“This shit’s so fuckin’ off, dude.” Pio grumbled, leaning against his hand on the table and foot on the edge of his seat, not even trying to look civil. They dressed the best they could for Amelia’s sake, but clearly the table manners weren’t there. “Even if it’s free food, we look like freaks to the freaks. No wonder Amelia’s parent fucks were invited to this dump.”

“Yeah, this is like a whole other league.” Keith didn’t seem as disinterested though, stuffing a breadstick in his mouth and holding one out to Pico. Pico smacked it away, Keith looked offended and choked on his stick. “Dude! These sticks are good, don’t waste em!”

“You look like a fuckin’ hamster.” Pico snickered, poking at Keith’s cheek. “Even more so than usual.”

“You sayin’ I got fat cheeks? That’s so rude.”

“”M callin’ you a fatass, fatass.”

“My ass IS fat, thank you very much. Is THAT what you meant by ‘fat cheeks’~?”

Pico had to hold back an outburst there, Keith sticking his tongue out and laughing at his own compliment. They got a few stares from other customers, but they paid them no mind. The jokes only lasted a few moments before falling into silence, Pico looking back to see if Amelia was coming back. “Damn, what’s takin’ her so long? ‘M bored out of my fuckin’ mind here..”

“I could check on her, wait he-!” Keith stood up from his seat, but immediately sat down when he felt Pico kick his shin, hissing in pain. “What was that for, asshole?!”

“Don’t you leave me alone here,” Pico hissed a whisper, eyes glaring daggers at the other, “if I catch these fucks starin’ at me again, I’m gonna make things fun for me, and it’s NOT gonna be pretty.” Pico slapped at his gun holster, which held his signature gun. How he managed to get it in without raising suspicion, who fuckin’ knows.

Keith rolled his eyes and sighed, grabbing another breadstick to nibble on it. “Fine fine, I’ll stay and ‘keep you entertained’.” He looked around the place for maybe the 20th time in the row, also bored out of his mind. “Waiter’s taking forever too. This bread is good, but I’m gonna go numb to it at this rate..” The only time people looked at them was when they made a loud joke or remark at each other, so they couldn’t care less about the delinquents, which was a good thing, if we’re being honest here. The last thing he wanted were judging glares. If you’re gonna judge, do it in your head or something.

Pico noticed this too, an idea ringing in his head. “Hey..” he leaned in to whisper, a devilish grin spread across his face. “I got an idea on how I can make things fun.”

“If it involves a shooting, don’t.”

“No, smartass. Look over there.”

Pico pointed at one of the random chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Keith looked over and silently panicked, thinking what the hell kinda “fun” he was thinking about that involved a goddamn chandelier. “Pico, I swear, if you try some monkey kinda bull--..??” Keith turned back around, only to see Pico had completely vanished. He quickly scanned the restaurant to see where any kind of familiar orange hair, but he was nowhere. “Dammit, where did you-!”

He felt hands suddenly grab at his lap, making him let out a scared “Beep!”

Pico was under the clothed table??

“Wh-What are you doing??” Keith loudly whispered as he leaned down, only seeing Pico’s sneaky grin peek from the tablecloth.

“Can’t believe you fell for the oldest trick in the book.” Pico hummed, running his hands along Keith’s thighs. “I decided on a fun lil game we can play. It’s called..” he traced his hands higher to Keith’s groin, his thumbs rubbing against him in a teasing manner.

“ ‘Don’t make a scene while my boyfriend sucks me off’ “

Oooooh no.

Keith’s face immediately heated up at the “game”, eyes darting around to see if anyone was looking. “D-Dude, don’t..! Someone will see us, we’ll get thrown out and embarrass Ami!” He was clearly panicking, but Pico only sucked his teeth in response, still massaging his thighs in a nice, smooth motion.

“You know she’s only fancy ‘cause her parents make her that way. She won’t get mad if we get caught.” Pico finally reached for Keith’s zipper, licking his lips as he felt the bulge grow little by little in his baggy jeans. “And if you know she will, then don’t make it obvious that you’re getting a BJ. Easy enough, right~?”

If Keith was truly uncomfortable with the idea, all he had to do was grab Pico’s hands and tell him firmly to stop, and that would be the end of it. Pico wouldn’t go through with it if his boyfriend wasn’t into it. But he’s been with Keith long enough to know how he functions, what got him going, and especially what he was into.

After all, Amelia told him once that they used a vibrator on her before while on a date just like this. Keith wouldn’t get off of her for the rest of the night from how horny he was.

Which is exactly how he looked right now.

Without any further complaints or means of rebuttal, Pico made sure Keith’s legs were covered completely by the tablecloth before unzipping his pants, the smell of his arousal making Pico drool in hunger. Spitting in his own hand as a weak substitute for lube, he wrapped his hand around the other’s shaft and started a slow, agonizing stroke. He could see Keith’s hand grip on his chair seat from the feeling, making him realize that it was super unfortunate that he wouldn’t be able to see Keith’s expression throughout the game. He could only imagine Keith biting on his lip, trying to keep calm, all the blood rushing into his face and his dick..

And how right Pico was. Keith had nowhere to look but down at the clothed table surface, trying to avoid making any kind of suspicious movements or noises. Nobody was looking over at him, but he couldn’t help but imagine EVERYONE staring, filling him with so much paranoia and embarrassment.. And for some stupid reason, excitement. He couldn’t explain it, but the thought of getting away with something risqué like this in public was such a heavy turn on him for him. The day him and Amelia tried it before Pico came into the picture was, to be frank, incredibly sexy.

This was the first time that Keith was the focus however, so he had to try really hard not to look creepy. Pico was making this very difficult though, as he started to use his tongue to lick the tip with some flicks, as well as circling his tongue around it like a lollipop. Keith was going to make his lip bleed from biting too hard, but it was worth it to keep his moans to himself. Thank god no one was directly around him, otherwise this would be WAY harder.

“Are you ready to order, sir?”

Oh, come the fuck on.

Keith’s head whipped to attention for the waiter, looking like he was ready to die right then and there. “U-Uh.. I’m, uh.. ‘M waiting for someone else, s-so..” He struggled too hard to speak normally, his body giving off an impression of an uncomfortable statue. Pico heard the conversation and stopped his licking, his “devil tail swaying” at his new idea.

“Yes, the young madam already told me what she would be having tonight. I just require your orders, sir.” the waiter continued, holding up a notepad and pen, ready to take whatever order Keith wanted.

Keith felt Pico stop and mentally sighed in relief, now having better focus for the server’s question. “Ok, well.. I’ll have the Flaminyon steak, medium r-ARE~~!!”

Oh God Pico just put his whole dick in his mouth, all in one go, right when he was talking!

The waiter raised an eyebrow at the sudden rise in volume, glancing down at the flustered rapper, who was clutching on the tablecloth for dear life. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.. Are you alright, sir?”

“Y-Yup! Totally fine! I-I, hnn..” Keith held up a finger for “a moment”, forcing himself to adjust to Pico’s sudden aggressive pace. Pico was deep throating him like a champ, careful not to make too many slurping noises and able to take him from the tip down without hitting his head on the table. He wasn’t giving Keith a damn break, not even when he stopped bobbing his head, since he swirled his tongue all around his member and softly moaned to add a vibrating sensation. “Fl-.. Flaminyon..” Keith sputtered, no longer looking at the waiter. “M-Medium rare.. Don’t care about the side, a-annnd..” He quickly grabbed a breadstick and took a big chomp, trying to use that to distract both of them. “Wh-Whatever spicy meal you got.. Surprise us, thank you..!”

The waiter stared at him before sighing and writing down the order, bowing and leaving without another word. Thank the Lord. Keith cursed under his breath and pulled up the cloth a bit, wanting to yell at Pico for pulling that shit..

Worst mistake ever. Pico had his dick down to the base, dazed yet lustful pale eyes looking up at the other. He hummed in content and and ever so slowly pulled back, having his tongue trail behind to lick along the shaft. “Almost lost there~..” Pico teased, stroking his member again with his hand. “Want me to stop now? Amelia might be comin’ back so--”

“Shut up and suck.”

Keith’s demand startled Pico enough that he couldn’t react in time to his hand gripping to the back of his head and pulling him forward, forced to take his dick all the way through again. Pico couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan from almost choking, feeling Keith roll his hips against his wet lips. Keith was super into it now, and Pico was all for it, forcing his throat to relax and go in rhythm with the other’s desperate pace. They had sense to make sure the tablecloth covered the scene and to not make too much noise, but Keith was practically pounding into Pico’s mouth now, feeling himself reach closer and closer to the edge.

“F-Fuck, Pico.. so fuckin’ good..” Keith grunted, hiding his head with his free arm against the table, feeling himself get closer and closer with each thrust. “I-I’m gonna cum.. Just a lil more, ahh…” His grip on Pico’s hair tightened as he was practically humping the other’s face, surely making his throat sore for the rest of the night. His precum was already leaking like crazy into Pico’s mouth, both of them ready for release..

Without warning, Pico’s head was forced back as soon as Keith reached his climax, his cum squirting all over Pico’s face, hair, and especially gaping mouth. Shit, why did Keith do that?? He should’ve known it would’ve made a mess, and Pico had to come out there!

“Haa.. P-Pico, why did you pull back..?” Keith breathed out his question, only confusing Pico further.

Wait.. there were two hands holding onto his head.

Pico turned around, getting greeted by an innocent yet familiar smile.

“Looks like you boys were enjoying yourselves just fine without me.”

Both boys froze in place, like deers in the middle of the road staring at headlights. They wanted to scream so bad, but Amelia was quick to shush them. “That was punishment for having fun without me. I know I was occupied, but it’s just plain rude to enjoy your meal without your lady around.” She reached into her bag and gave Pico some wipes before standing back up, adjusting her dress a bit. Neither of them said anything, too flustered to come up with any excuse nor remark of their own.

Amelia’s smile softened, but it was hardly one of understanding or forgiveness. No, that smile showed the TRUE meaning of devious intent. “I expect to have my turn as well, if you don’t mind~”

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Nobody could understand what it felt like to have schizophrenia, not unless they had it themselves, or if they were a flat out insane person.

It wasn’t like having an imaginary friend or replaying something you heard in your head. It wasn’t a memory you decided to think about out of nowhere. It was all involuntary, against your will, and it was never happy. You heard voices that you could and couldn’t recognize. You felt something touch your fingertips, or something breathe down your neck. You saw someone standing beside you, no facial features on them, yet they were able to speak like nothing was wrong.

Murderer, they would say.

Smile, they would say.

Help me, they would say.

Pico never responded back, and he planned to keep it that way.

But no matter how hard you try to ignore those voices and touches, you can’t help but reach a breaking point at times. Pico has gotten better and stronger from life’s bullshit, but he wasn’t invincible. Some days, it just became too much to handle, too suffocating, just too damn loud. He had no medication to help him suppress it, and the typical white bitch advice of “Go outside or drink some water” was always so full of bull, so all he could do was.. Let it happen. Let them get their useless cries and whines out of their system, and if it went on for too long, he would shoot at it. Shoot at the wall or ceiling or floor…

Just fuckin’ die already..

But they always came back, like the annoying parasites that they were. For once in his life, Pico wanted some damn peace and quiet. He didn’t want to hear anything or anyone. It was too damn much…

…. He never heard the voices sing before, however.

It hit Pico that it actually wasn’t his delusions making noise this time, but rather, it came from outside his apartment window. He sat up from his bed and slid off to his feet, walking over to get a better view at whatever was going on. That’s where he saw two people standing by the sidewalk, gathering a small crowd and playing music from a rather large stereo. The lady in red was standing by the speaker and appeared to be cheering on the guy in blue, who was singing along with the song with a microphone.

They were pretty loud, but they weren’t bad.

Pico didn’t even realize he had been staring at them for the rest of their little performance, his forehead pressed against the slightly chilled window. It’s as if he fell into a trance when he heard the other male sing, watching him hop around and hype himself up with the girl. What fuckin’ fun they must be having. It wasn’t until the music stopped that he blinked back into focus, rubbing his eyes before looking back to them, seeing them wave and thank everyone for watching them perform (a whole four people, if you didn’t count Pico).

“Now go out and enjoy yourselves!” the blue haired singer exclaimed into his mic, “Go and get Freaky on this Friday Night!!”

… what a stupid sign-off.

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That wasn’t the last time Pico encountered the performers.

A week had passed since that day, Pico hadn’t heard a word from them, nor seen any mention of them. He figured they were just some random street performers looking for some quick cash or advertising their start up music. Since he lived in a shit part of town, he wasn’t expecting to see them again.

Yet there they are again, this time setting up to start the performance on the same path he was walking.

Pico realized too late that he was staring blankly at them, flinching when the guy singer spotted him. The ginger was quick to turn around and try to escape, but he froze when he heard the other call out, “Wait!” He hesitated, but slowly turned and practically jumped out of his skin when he saw how close the other got to him. “We’re about to perform our latest songs, so it would mean a lot if you stood around to listen!” the smaller boy grinned like an excited child, causing Pico to blush a bit.

“I, uh.. Don’t have any cash.” Pico mumbled. The other shook his head in response.

“We’re not in it for the money! We just wanna show off our stuff, right Ami~?” they both looked over to the girl apparently named Ami, who had the prettiest smile Pico had ever seen.

“Of course we are,” She answered, adjusting the volume to the speakers, “so please stay awhile, at least for one song. We promise it’ll be worth it.”

And just like that, the music began once more.

The singer left Pico to join the other, already clapping his hands to the beat to prep himself for his moment. Pico stood awkwardly in the same spot for a few moments before slowly walking closer, standing front and center to the performance. It was a different song from before, a quicker beat that felt like it would fit in some kind of dance or rap battle. He wasn’t sure if it was because they were in a more open spot than last time or their music was just that captivating, but other passerbys soon stopped to listen, more than the first performance. Before they knew it, a whole crowd assembled around Pico, dancing a bit and whispering amongst themselves. When the singer hyped up the crowd, the crowd hyped back. When Ami clapped her hands, the crowd clapped back.

If Pico was more aware of himself, he would’ve felt like an idiot for just standing like a statue there. But it wasn’t because he thought their music was shit. Quite the opposite. Despite the crowd cheering and laughing and poorly singing along with him, his attention was so fixated on the couple that he could easily drown everyone else out. All he wanted to focus on was his singing and her dancing.

Never in his life did he feel at ease with such loud noises.

After about five songs sung, the crowd applauded the performance and took the flyers that the couple started to hand out, before dispersing back to whatever plans they were originally set out to do. Pico was the first one there, and he was the last one standing, but he flinched again when the singer came close to him again.

“Was it good?” he smiled, but he looked a bit concerned at the same time. “You weren’t moving around a lot. Sorry if it wasn’t really your taste, but we appreciate you for stickin’ around!”

“Huh? Oh, no, I..” Pico stuttered, scratching the back of his head as he looked away from embarrassment. “I don’t really dance, so I.. y’know, didn’t. But it was good.. No joke.”

The singer stared for a moment before holding back a laugh, his smile widening. “Ah c’mon, you don’t gotta know how to dance well to do it at all! You just move!” Without any warning, he grabbed Pico’s hands and twirled him around, Pico yelping and having to catch himself before he tripped over himself. If this was anyone else, he would’ve kicked them away and cursed them out for grabbing him like this.

He wondered why he didn’t.

“Keith, stop it! You can’t do that out of nowhere!” Ami appeared out of nowhere behind Keith, holding onto his shoulders to stop him. “I’m sorry about that, he gets excited easily.” she apologized, squishing Keith’s now pouty cheeks. “Still, we really appreciate you watching us perform. We try to find a spot every Friday night, so we hope we see you next time.”

“Yeah, please do!” Keith fumbled out of Ami’s hold and rushed back to grab a flyer, practically darting over to Pico to give it to him. On the paper was a location to a bar, a time, and a bunch of fancy visuals. “It’d be super awesome if you came by again! Invite your friends too! Drinks will be cheap, thanks to our.. ahem, connections.” He looked cautious saying that, Ami rolling her eyes and sighing.

“I’ll think about it..” Pico mumbled, folding the paper and stuffing it in his pockets. He tried not to look too excited, burying his face into his hoodie. The couple decided that was a good enough answer and thanked him again, before focusing on clean up. He watched them for a minute too long again, but smacked himself and waved them off before going back onto his stroll, softly rubbing the paper in his pocket.

Every Friday night, huh..

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Every Friday night, there was a performance.

Every Friday night, Pico was the first one there.

Part of him always felt like some weirdly obsessed fan when he was the first in line to watch the couple, but as soon as he saw them set up, all his concerns washed away as they waved him hello. The location and crowd was different every week: sometimes outside, sometimes in a bar, once on a roof, crowds big, crowds small.. But Pico was always there, without fail. It was the one thing he had to look forward to anymore, the music raising his energy high, keeping his mind distracted from whatever bullshit occupied it.

It even helped him get through a random episode he’ll have here and there, thinking back to a song they sang and pathetically humming to it, until the voices came to a halt.

“You guys help me a lot, thanks..” he once told them, not explaining anything further than that.

It wasn’t just Pico that appreciated them, however, as the feelings were mutual for Keith and Amelia (Ami was just a nickname apparently) as well. They were just as excited to see Pico when they prepared their stage, chatting before and after the performance like they were good buddies. They even asked for suggestions and themes every time Pico came, Keith pretty much demanding a request and embarrassing the ever loving shit out of the ginger.

Keith once held the mic over to Pico after the performance ended, wanting to hear the other sing his favorite song from any of their performances. Pico tried to decline, even looking over to Amelia for support to control her boyfriend, but she only fueled the fire by going through the different tracks saved on her phone, trying to figure out which one struck him fancy. Both of them were blinding at this point. Eventually he caved and picked the first song he heard from them, singing softly into the mic and staring down at his own feet. He knew he wasn’t talented like Keith, and he had no moves like Amelia..

Yet they applauded and cheered like it was the best damn concert in the world.

Since then, they always performed that song at the end of each night, keeping their attention solely on Pico. It was embarrassing as hell, but he couldn’t deny that he felt a special kind of way. Nobody’s ever sang a song to him before.. Well, nobody did anything nice for him ever before. Singing for him, laughing with him, wanting to see him just as much as he wanted to see them..

It felt so natural to smile again.

Soon, everyone in town and further knew who the couple were. Every revenue that was rented was full of customers to watch them perform. Streets would get packed and cause traffic jams from outdoor performances. Keith and Amelia even got to sign autographs for their new fans. Pico was proud of them for making it this far within just a few months, feeling a bit proud himself for being there near the start of it all.

One could even say that he’s fallen for them, just a bit.. But he could never admit that. It was best to keep it to himself. He wouldn’t dare ruin the bond they had already. Just watching them perform like this was enough.

At the end of the performance, Pico stood behind to help them pack everything in Amelia’s car, laughing with Keith about how a fan literally passed out when Amelia signed her boobs for an autograph. Pico closed the trunk and sighed, turning his attention to Keith and was startled by a CD being held to his face. ”Friday Night Funkin’ to Pico” was written on the disc, as well as a winky face on the bottom.

“We put together a bunch of songs you said you liked from each performance into this, just for you.” Keith smiled warmly. “It’s the least we could do for everything you’ve done for us.”

“What d’ya mean? That’s my line.” Pico chuckled, taking the CD and trying to hide the fact that he was blushing a bit. “All I do is watch you guys, maybe give you guys a chuckle.”

“You kidding? You being our number one fan has been the most motivating thing ever!” Keith wrapped his arm around Pico’s neck, pulling him into a playful head noogie. “When we see you, we know for a fact that our songs are gonna be a success!”

Pico laughed and pushed him back, brushing his hair back with his fingers as an attempt to fix it. “You don’t need me to prove that, idiot. You guys are amazing as is.” He looked back down to the CD and smiled, holding it close to his chest. “My life is usually so annoying and full of shit, so watching you guys perform like this every week.. It’s an amazing break. I really can’t thank you guys enough.” His smile grew as he focused on Keith, his cheeks getting a bit more flushed.

“Yeah..?” Keith smiled just as genuine as well, fidgeting a bit in his stance. The air went quiet around them, the singer taking a step closer to the other and reaching out to hold his free hand, causing Pico’s heart to skip a beat. “Listen..” Keith spoke, his tone soft yet serious, “I have something to tell you…”

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Pico! You’re listening to this one again? This really is your favorite, huh?

“.......”

It’s kinda embarrassing you love this one. It was our first song made, so it sounds kinda messy compared to the others.

“.......”

But still.. It makes us super happy that you like it so much! We hope you listen to it over and over again!

“.......”

Hey, Pico.. do you still love us? Do you wanna know how we feel about you? Well.. we love you too! We love you a whole lot! We’re friends, after all--

B A N G ! !

Pico shot at the wall beside him, not even looking away from the stereo that played his favorite song on loop. Noisy. Too noisy. He never thought hearing his voice would be so damn noisy. The hand that held his gun trembled when the song started again, before throwing it at the wall in a fit of silent rage, denting a poster taped onto his wall next to the gunshot.

“BF and GF from Friday Night Funkin’! On Tour Now! Time to get Freaky!!”

…. What a shitty sign off…

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Going through the big city and window shopping at all the expensive stores was always a blast to experience, in its own way. Sure, there were big crowds and loud construction going on everywhere you looked, but it was still a different thing to do every once in a while. Not to mention they had every food restaurant possible, so the options were limitless.

It was the travel to and from that sucked ass.

Whether you were going to the city or traveling back home, the subway always ended up getting packed as shit. You could barely move around without bumping into someone, and it was a dog race whenever a seat was made available. You were lucky to get into one that didn’t have some random druggy preaching about some fake god for the entirety of the trip.

Pico and Keith weren’t.

Their date to the city was pretty much successful, bringing home some cheap and misprinted souvenirs (“Super Morya”, a shirt said. How do you fuck that up?), as well as some fancy cupcakes to make them feel extra “boujee”, but they ended up staying out super late because of the dread of traveling back home. It didn’t matter what time you tried to get back, the train was always going to be packed tight. The couple were “lucky” to make it to the middle of the crowded car, not having to deal with people rushing to get in and out whenever a stop came by at the doors, but still had to be careful not to accidentally bump into others whenever the train stopped or stuttered. Pico had to keep a strong grip on the upper handles, while Keith barely held onto the other’s arm. That’s why you keep stumbling, moron.

Pico didn’t bother to bring his own earbuds, so Keith had to lend him one of his to keep them occupied, since they were a bit too tired to have any kind of conversation that they didn’t talk about already. Pico regretted not bring his own though, since the free ear was stuck listening to some old guy yelling about conspiracy theories and the government controls the weather or whatever the fuck. Everyone else around them were able to ignore him, some even sleeping.. Lucky bastards.

That’s when an idea struck.

Pico looked down at the smaller male, who was mindlessly scrolling through twitter (he was able to ignore this old fart too? Lucky..), then looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention. Not a glance in their direction. Pico shifted in his stance and casually slipped his hand into his pocket, instantly touching the item he wanted. He leaned his head a bit down to Keith’s ear, whispering, “Hey, don’t freak out, ‘k?”

Keith could only let out a tired, “Mnh?” before his eyes shot open, quickly biting his own tongue to prevent him from letting out too loud of a gasp.

Pico turned on the vibrator, immediately set to medium.

To be frank, neither of them remembered who brought it up first, and when it was brought up, it happened so early in the morning (10 am is early for them) that they almost forgot about it. Well, Keith did, since Pico didn’t mess with the damn thing at all today. Pico teased about how he was going to use it at any chance to embarrass the other, but then.. Didn’t. Maybe that was intentional, because it wasn’t even buzzing for long, yet Keith could already feel himself getting wet.

“I-I forgot we.. nn~..” Keith couldn’t even talk properly, too busy squeezing his legs together and pressing into Pico more to cover his now flushed face. Squirming didn’t help much, as it only brought the vibrator closer to his clit, adding to the intensity.

“Keep your voice down..” Pico mumbled, looking over at the passed out passenger right behind Keith. Good, knocked out cold. Nobody seemed to notice them either, everyone either looking at their phones, at the ground, or eyes closed in general. He heard Keith moan softly into his shoulder, making him grin from the other’s vulnerableness. “Heh, wanna call it~?” he teased, slowly rubbing the switch in his pocket that nobody could see.

”No.” Keith answered way too fast, startling the once confident ginger. “Don’t you dare, mph..” his hand holding onto Pico’s arm trembled and weakened, but then grabbed onto the taller male’s hoodie, pulling him down just enough to whisper into his ear. “Turn it all the way up.. I can take it..”

So much for being cocky.

“Y’sure..?” Pico had to ask, just to make sure Keith wasn’t just taunting him for nothing. He couldn’t see the other’s expression, but he heard a groan and felt Keith grip tighter on his hood, which made his stature stiffen (as well as something else..)

“Picooo…” Keith quietly whined, tracing his finger along Pico’s jaw, not even bothering to hold onto the ginger properly. “I need it, please~..”

“Y-Yeah bro.. I gotchu..”

Let’s fuckin’ GOOO!!

Pico flipped the switch to max power, Keith reacting IMMEDIATELY with a choked moan, quickly covering his mouth with his hand to try and muffle the noise. This wasn’t the first time they used a vibrator, but the fact that they were surrounded by unsuspected people added to the danger aspect, which made it even more exciting. His boxers were soaked at this point, wanting so badly for Pico to shove something more than just the vibrator inside him. It only got harder when he felt Pico snake a hand between them, no longer needing the remote to go any higher.

All it took was one firm stroke to have the vibrator press into him more, to send Keith over the edge.

“Mmph~!!” Keith was sure to cut his lip from how hard he was biting it. He had to press his face back into Pico’s shoulder to keep himself quiet, legs twitching and arms wrapped around the other to keep himself up. Pico cursed under his breath and quickly lowered the power for the vibrator, glancing around to see if anyone noticed his boyfriend have an orgasm right then and there. Nothing. Thank God.

“You..” Pico turned his attention to Keith, his face just as red as the other. “You just came, didn’t you..?”

Keith didn’t answer, only keeping his face completely buried in Pico’s shoulder. He didn’t have to answer verbally though, since him rubbing his legs together uncomfortably answered the question for him. Pico cleared his throat, checking one last time around before leaning towards Keith’s ear.

“... round 2?”

“Fuck you..”

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The night was truly the best time to wash away all your worries.

Maybe because half of the world was asleep, too tired to do whatever they normally did during the daytime. Maybe because it was too dark and scary to want to travel within, the lack of knowing what’s ahead fueling the fear in everyone’s hearts. Maybe because everywhere was a shadow, so there was no need to hide nor run from danger.

Whatever the real reason was, Amelia didn’t care to decide.

She was well aware that if there was anything troubling her, she could always go to her lovers, Keith and Pico, but there were just some nights that she wanted to be by herself and stop thinking. Not hold a conversation, not have to move around or be active in something.. just simply stare out into the night sky and watch the few clouds pass by. She would even allow herself to be in her demon form, fly up to a tall rooftop, and look up to the few stars that shined through the city lights.

Amelia could do this until the sun rose up.

“This spot taken?”

A voice rose up behind her, but she hardly reacted surprised. She knew that voice all too well, since it came every other night that she tried to be by herself. Amelia turned and smiled at the floating vampire, waving her closer in approval. “I was wondering when you were going to pop up, Naomi. You never miss a beat to see me.”

“How else would we be able to hang out together? You never go out looking for me.” Naomi playfully whined, flying closer to the demon and hugged her from behind, burying herself into the poofy red hair.

“Well maybe if you stopped flying around like a ghost, I would consider spending more time with you.” Amelia retorted, using her tail to softly pull Naomi away. “Or did you forget once again that I’m trying to blend in with the humans, and we’re not in our old home anymore?”

“Nooo, I did not forget. But being a human’s boring as hell.” Naomi wiggled out of the other’s tail and maneuvered in front of her, “laying” upside down in the air. “I only walk if I have to. Flying around’s WAY better. And I know you can’t deny that, what with you and your boyfrieeends~!” Naomi got smacked for that with the tail, but she only laughed it off, seeing as how Amelia’s cheeks were now a deep shade of purple.

“I thought I told you to stop following me in secret..”

“And I’ve kept my word! I’m just bringing up what you told me before. So..” Naomi floated next to Amelia this time, her expression more genuine than devilish. “How’ve you guys been?”

Amelia hadn’t planned to hold conversations right now, but as soon as Naomi asked about her relationship, the words just spilled out like water from a faucet. She told the vampire that Pico has continued to trust them more and more with each passing day, so they’re always seeing a newer, softer side to him. Now he can be just as confident as Keith can be when it comes to states of affection. Speaking of Keith, he’s gotten even better at singing, and she accidentally found out that he’s writing a song for them, so she has to act surprised when it actually happens. She told her the time Pico got trampled by Keith’s dog back at his family’s place, how Keith’s been wanting to learn how to handle a gun like them, how they almost totaled her father’s car again..

It randomly hit Amelia that she had been flat out rambling about so many things that happened, and none of it was anything Naomi knew about before. Her mood started to drop a bit, guilt beginning to weigh in. “Gosh.. it’s really been a long while since we’ve actually talked like this, hasn’t it? I’m sorry..”

Naomi looked surprised, waving her hands and shaking her head in response. “No no, don’t be sad! I know it’s ‘cause you’ve been having so much fun living here! I like hearing all the stories that come up when we do meet up.” She giggled about it, but Amelia could only force a soft chuckle, which only made Naomi huff. “Don’t you go depresso on me, Cherry. If your dad finds out I made you sad, I’m REALLY gonna be on the watchlist, and I’d might as well DIE if I can’t see my gorgeous wife!”

“I’m not your wife.” Amelia bluntly answered, but her words did make her actually smile this time, giggling from Naomi’s exaggerated comments. “Still, I feel bad for not making a better effort to see you as much as before. If only you would just pretend to be human more, just once in awhile-”

Naomi hushed Amelia with a finger to her lips. “You know me being around you at all is bad enough as it is. ‘Mama’ hasn’t quite forgiven me for messing up her shit long before we came here, remember?” the vampire smiled at that statement, her body floating up as if she was a free balloon. “Unless I finally decide to pay my debt and become one of her lackeys, we can’t meet up to the public eye.. Heh, that’s kinda funny, if you think about it.”

“What is?” There wasn’t anything funny about this.

“You keep getting involved with people your parents hate so much, they always throw a fit.” She snickered, while Amelia groaned. “Once a rebellious teeanger, always a rebellious adult.”

“It’s not my fault I have the most uptight parents in the world.” Amelia flapped her wings in frustration, a gust of wind blowing around them now. “I could never hate them, but I really wish they would just leave me alone for good. Give me some air, let me do what I want without having to worry about approval or support, let me be who I want to be with.. Demons are supposed to be about chaos, yet I feel like I’m surrounded by restrictions and rules! It’s.. ANNOYING!!”

Another gust of wind blew past them, stronger this time, Naomi had to fly against it to stay in place. Amelia realized she started to breathe heavy from thinking about all the stress she didn’t know was built inside, so she forced herself to calm down and shrink her wings. “Sorry..” she mumbled an apology, looking past her knees as she curled up in her seat. “I know complaining like that isn’t going to do any good. I just want someone else to do the thinking for me sometimes. I don’t want to care. I don't want to think. Sometimes, I want to do absolutely nothing and that’s it. Just breathe.”

“Kiss me.”

Amelia looked up to see Naomi inches away from her face out of nowhere. Never had she seen so much seriousness from the vampire, it was almost creepy..

“That’s not going to happen, no matter how many times you ask.” Amelia put her hand to Naomi’s face and pushed her away, but Naomi instead grabbed her hand and kissed the other’s palm, causing the demon’s cheeks to heat up again. “Naomi..!”

“Heh, couldn’t help it. Thought it was my chance to finally be blessed~” Naomi grinned her usual sneaky smile, but complied and let go of the other, floating back to her original spot. “I bet you can do it, though. Do absolutely nothing. Do it with your boyfriends, together. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

Amelia fell silent, looking at the hand that was kissed for a few moments before shaking her head. “I don’t want them concerned over me..”

“Too bad. When you’re in a relationship, there’s no helping but being concerned for your partner.” Naomi brushed away some of Amelia’s hair from her face, her demeanor once again turning serious. “You’re not alone like you were before, Amelia. You have two men that both care about you dearly. Let them carry some of the burden for you, as you would do for them. It may not be the perfect life, but I’m sure you feel more free when you’re with them, right?”

Naomi always decided to sound so profound in the most unexpected moments.

Amelia almost appeared frozen stiff from Naomi’s words, only the wind brushing between their hair being the only movement between them. Then she smiled and pulled the vampire in a tight hug, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. “You’re right..” she sniffled, “Thank you for reminding me, Naomi. I couldn’t ask for a better friend, not ever.”

“Hehe, it’s what I do best!” Naomi proudly stated, returning the hug with her own tight squeeze. “I’ll take two kisses and a date in the sky as payment for my exceptional services~”

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh and push Naomi off after that, shaking her head in “disappointment”. “You’re really never going to give up on that, are you?”

“Stop asking kisses from the most angelic demon in the world?? You must have gone mad if you think I’m quitting now!” Naomi quickly flew in to try and steal a kiss, but Amelia easily used her power to blow the vampire back, messing up her hair in the process. “So meaaaan..”

That’s when she felt a soft and quick peck on her forehead, Amelia suddenly flying in front of her, then started to fly away. Naomi floated there dumbfounded, having to take a moment to process what just happened. “W-Wait! I wasn’t ready! Cherryyyy!”

“See you next time, Mimi dear! Don’t get yourself into any more trouble~!” Amelia waved the other goodbye, flying back to her lover’s apartment without delay. Naomi cried out to the demon again, but didn’t bother to give chase. Instead, she sighed and smiled, relieved that Amelia at least left in higher spirits.

“They’re so friggin lucky~..”

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Sunrise came and served as the trio’s alarm clock, the sunlight managing to blind all three of them at once, making them all curse at the sun. None of them were morning people, Pico trying to continue sleeping while ignoring the light, but Keith decided to get up first to prepare for the day. He only managed to take one step away from the bed before Amelia grabbed his shorts, tugging him a bit.

“Hey, Keith..” she mumbled, still a bit sleepy, “.. is it ok if we do nothing today? I can buy take out, and we can just watch videos or something..” she hesitated before letting go. “Sorry, I’m just.. Not in the mood for anything today.”

“Preachin’ to the choir, babe.” Pico pointed a finger up to show his acknowledgement, letting the hand fall back down onto the bed. Keith chuckled and leaned closer to Amelia, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Sounds like yet another perfect date~”

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Honey B: HHHHH IM SO MAD!!!!!

Cherry Pop: What’s wrong?

Honey B: boss has me working a double shift cuz some1 called out last sec! Can’t even fite it cuz i skipped my shit yesterday! I wanted 2 c u and Picoooo!!!!

Cherry Pop: = w = It’s ok, I’ll give him more love to make up for your loss XP

Honey B: THAT MAKES IT WORSEHAVHGCJKHHJZSDVBC

Amelia giggled at Keith’s childish texts as she made her way up to the run down apartment, taking a quick selfie of her blowing a kiss to half cheer him up, half tease him more. Of course she was disappointed as well that she wouldn’t see her boyfriend as they planned, but work was work. They can easily make up for it another time. Besides, Pico was still available. It would just be more quiet.

Once she made it to the apartment door, she knocked a few times and waited patiently for the other to answer. After a couple of seconds of no response, she pressed her ear against the door to try and hear if he was having an episode, eventually sighing in relief when she heard no gunshots or crying. Maybe he was in the bathroom or sleeping. She took her keys out and used one of the keys to unlock Pico’s door, softly calling out, “I’m hoooome~”

The apartment was quiet, which was honestly normal when Keith wasn’t around, but it felt a bit TOO quiet. She looked around at the clean apartment, checking the kitchen and the bathroom, before finally going to the closed bedroom. “Pico? Are you ok?” Amelia knocked on the door, once again not getting a response. He didn’t have a lock on his door, so she slowly turned the knob and peeked inside…

Just to see Pico hanging off his bed, his face buried in his blanket on the ground.

Amelia’s hand touched her own chest and let out an even bigger sigh once she saw his body move a bit from breathing. “Are you ok, darling?” she asked, walking closer and sitting next to the exhausted ginger, who only let out muffled grumbles in response. “Can you sit up for me, sweetie? Do you need help?”

Pico groaned again, but forced himself to completely slip off the bed and pick himself up, his face covered in blanket marks. His eye bags emphasized on his annoyance when Amelia laughed a bit. “Can it, I had a rough day.” he grumbled, leaning against his bed as he stifled a yawn.

“Couldn’t sleep well?” Amelia crawled closer so she was pressed against Pico’s side. He nodded in response. “I could’ve left sooner to help, y’know. All you had to do was text me.”

He shook his head, rubbing his aching eyes. “Too tired.. Thought I could force my way through it. Bitch said no.” He jabbed at his own head while he spoke, in which she quickly grabbed at his hand to make him stop. “I’m a fuck up, Lily.. you guys are out there workin’ and shit, and here I am, not even able to be a lazy shithead right.”

“You’re not a lazy shithead, stop that.” Amelia softly patted his cheek and thought for a moment, until a lightbulb dinged in her head. She adjusted herself so she was sitting cross legged in front of him, her arms spread open in an inviting manner. “C’mere, gimme a hug!” she smiled bright, which was a complete contrast to Pico’s gloomy irritation.

“I think Keith’s rubbing off on you..” Pico said. Amelia pouted at that remark, since she knew he didn’t mean it in a nice way, but that only proved his point.

“Don’t make me pull you here, you know I’m strong enough to do it.” Amelia warned.

“.... tch.” Pico sucked his teeth, but he caved in and crawled closer to her, carefully sitting on her lap and letting her give him a big squeeze. He wasn’t opposed to being held like this, since she was very warm and very comfortable, but he wanted to be a fussy baby right now. “‘M not tired anymore, so don’t try to get me to fall asleep.”

“I won’t.” She hummed, kissing the side of his head softly and began running her hands through his hair. His stubbornness was no match for her soft hands, as he couldn’t help but immediately go limp to her touches. “Did you eat breakfast today?”

“.. yeah..” he mumbled. “Just cereal..”

“That’s good. How about a shower? You smell nice.” she sniffed his hair and smiled, noticing that he used the shampoo she bought him.

“Mhmm..”

“Good boy. Are you hungry now?”

“Not really..”

“Later then. Want me to ask Keith to pick up some chinese food?”

“.. sesame chicken..”

“Sounds delicious. I’ll text him now.”

She slipped her hand away from his head to reach for her phone, but Pico was quick to grab her hand and put it back on his head. His face was buried on her shoulder, and he was fidgeting a bit in her lap.

“L-Later.. Keep going, please..”

Amelia was surprised at first, but she smiled again and kissed his ear, going back to her slow head rubs. “Anything for you, darling.”

The apartment fell quiet once more, but it wasn’t unsettling as it was earlier. Amelia continued to massage Pico’s scalp and brush through his unkempt hair, while also planting sweet kisses along his ear and neck, since his face was kept hidden on her shoulder. His body shuddered everytime she kissed his neck and rubbed at a particular spot, his hot breath panting against her shoulder.

Something that Amelia noticed is that Pico was actually quite sensitive, but only when he was given delicate touches of affection. He was able to keep up with Keith’s kind of tempo, which was always a battle for dominance and letting their urges take over, but all Amelia had to do was whisper sweet nothings into his ear and hold him close for him to be a trembling mess. What had started as comforting rubs and kisses was sure to turn into something more, what with his hips twitching and his lips now latched on her exposed neck.

When she slowly removed her hand from his hair again, he whimpered and said, “I-I said later, don’t sto--nn..!” his words got caught off when he felt her palm the front of his crotch, shuddering again once she began rubbing circles on him.

“It seems like there’s another head that wants some rubs of their own~” she whispered in his reddening ears, amusing herself with his body twitches for each teasing stroke she did against his sweats. She glanced down to see the growing tent form between them, her face beginning to heat up as well. “Would you like me to go further, love?”

Pico lowly gasped near her ear once she rubbed the underside of his erection, his trembling hands gripping her shoulders as if to keep him steady. “Y-Yes, please..” he quietly begged, his needy voice getting her own arousal excited.

Amelia kissed his head once more and motioned for him to sit up, helping her to pull down his sweats and underwear just enough to let his erection free. He was already leaking precum from the tip, how cute.. Since she didn’t have any cream nor lube nearby, she settled with just licking her hand before slowly wrapping her hand around his shaft, the feeling alone making him jump and fidget more in his seat.

“You’re so cute, sweetie.. I love you so much~” she praised him as she began stroking his member, the feeling of his hot breath getting her more excited. “No one has seen you like this but me, not even Keith.. It’s like our little secret, y’know?” She didn’t let him try to respond, rubbing her thumb against his tip and smearing the light precum. She felt one of his hands wander down to touch her breast, which made her let out a small gasp of her own once he squeezed.

“N-Not, hanh.. Not fair..” he panted, forcing himself to move just an inch away from her, lustful eyes meeting each other. He may have still looked like a mess, but it was definitely an attractive mess now, with his lips wet from his drool and earlier neck sucking, and his cheeks flushed from arousal.

“Hm? What’s not fair?” Amelia smiled as she gave him sudden quick jerks, marveling at him biting his bottom lip in response. “Do you perhaps want more, love? More touches? More kisses? Perhaps licks and sucks too~?”

Pico shook his head and leaned closer, their lips tantalizingly close to one another. “N-No.. Not fair for you..”

Amelia didn’t have time to answer. Not when she felt his hand rub against her soaked panties.

She didn’t even notice when his hand wandered down under her skirt, but his teasing strokes caused her to stop her own strokes, moaning immediately when he touched her sensitive nub. If this was any other situation, they would be glaring and trying to “fight” to see who would be the true top. But this wasn’t that situation, as both of them were both equally aroused, only wanting to continue feeding each other’s desire.

With the silent mutual agreement, Pico’s hand slipped inside Amelia’s panties and ran his fingers between her sticky folds, a finger already slipping into her inviting pussy. Her focus began to struggle from the new attention, but she forced herself to focus on where she let off, stroking the other’s cock with eager rubs. His hips humped against her hand, while her legs tried to spread more apart to get him to go deeper, both of them panting and moaning from the increasing intense feeling. As if in sync, they both closed the gap between them and locked their lips together, her tongue immediately slipping into his mouth and eating each others’ breath away.

Pico could feel a familiar heat pooling in his stomach, his climax soon reaching its peak, so he quickly inserted a second finger inside her and had his thumb rub against her clit at the same time, trying to get her to finish just as soon as he was. Her high pitched moan was muffled by their kiss, Pico sucking and wrapping his tongue around her own. Both of them getting close to finishing had their actions become messy and desperate, until their kiss was forcibly broken so they could let out the most pleasurable moans as their climaxes finally came. Pico’s hips twitched as his cum spurt and landed all over her hand and their laps, and Amelia’s legs spazzed as she came on his hand and the blanket beneath them. They rode out their orgasms for only a few moments longer, before the feeling became too sensitive for their liking, Amelia rubbing one final stroke up and Pico slowly sliding his fingers out of her vagina.

Even though they were tired, Pico forced himself up and out of Amelia’s lap, then pulled her closer so she was resting her head on his shoulder. Both of them had to collect themselves, their breathing taking a minute or two to finally steady. She let out a sigh before kissing his cheek, giggling at his flushed expression.

“That wasn’t planned, but.. That was really nice.” she spoke, wrapping her clean hand around his arm.

“Yeah.. sorry about, um..” Pico pointed at her skirt, which had his cum comfortably splattered around.

She shook her head and kissed his cheek again. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll just borrow your clothes and take these to the laundromat tomorrow~”

Amelia wearing his clothes.. That wasn’t new, but that still got his face more red than before.

“... isn’t Keith coming later?” Pico asked.

“Yeah, a bit later..”

“.. we should clean up. He’ll throw a fit if he finds out we did this without him.”

“Then this is revenge, for all the times you guys have fun without me.” Amelia thought for a moment, a grin spreading across her cheeks as she climbed onto his lap. “In fact..”

Pico’s eyes widened as he noticed a sneaky red glint spark in her eyes. He gulped in slight nervousness, but he could feel his body betray him as his boner came right back.

Sorry not sorry, Keith.

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Run

"Hah.. hah…!!"

Run as fast as you can

"Shit.. hah.."

We love a good chase

The voices rang in Keith's brain over and over as he sprinted as fast as he could through the empty nature park, the moon being his only light to whatever was in front of him. His lungs were practically on fire from how long he had been running, but he didn't dare slow down. If anything, he had to use the adrenaline to go faster, jumping over large rocks and pushing himself past the multitude of trees.

If he didn't run, the demons would eat him alive..

But despite running for a good five minutes, he hardly made any progress of losing the demons, feeling their breath right by his ear and their claws ever so gently graze his neck. He refused to look back, too afraid of the possibility that he would meet eye-to-eye with them. He had to run, even if his legs were ready to give out any second. Just run… run faster..! Run before--!

"Gotcha♡"

Before Keith could react, the wind literally swept him off his feet and caused him to fly forward, falling face first onto the grass. His exhausted body struggled to respond to his frantic mind, unable to get back up and get his breath back at the same time. He was only able to get on his knees before being suddenly forced back down, a hand larger than his own pressing against him.

Just as he feared earlier, 2 completely black and white eyes stared deep into his soul.

"You gave us quite the chase, cutie~" the lilac colored demon mused, floating behind the fallen angel holding Keith down. "But if you had just given up from the beginning, we wouldn’t have the biggest urge to play with our food now♡" Her devilish smile gleaned through the darkness the wind to pick Keith back up, forcing him into her arms. The angel grunted from getting his prey pulled away from him, but he quickly flew in front of them, completely trapping the helpless human.

Keith may have been a breathless wreck already, but this was NOTHING compared to what they had planned next.

No hesitation was spared when their claws ripped off the smaller male's clothes, leaving behind only tiny remains and his underwear to cover his overheated body. Keith's face immediately became flushed when those same claws began roaming around his skin, and he hissed whenever he felt them purposely and slowly dragged their nails against him, leaving behind numerous scratch marks. Whenever he tried to wiggle out of their hold, they would tightly squeeze his firm thighs or pinch his nipples to keep him steady. The fallen angel soon grabbed at both of his legs and forced them open, his underwear being the one censorship that gave him just a bit more dignity from looking completely erotic.

"I can smell you from here.." the angel growled, fangs peeking from his hungry grin. "Don't tell me this actually turns you on~?"

Keith wanted to deny him. Wanted to deny SO badly. He wasn't excited, he wasn't..

Why did his body have to betray him?

"I can smell him as well, his aroma.." the pure demon hummed as her hand trailed down between his legs, feeling him twitch against her as she rubbed against the moist undergarments. "He smells so sweet, so full of lust.. you only make us more hungry, darling~" She pressed a finger where his clit was hidden, letting out a soft laugh when Keith couldn't hide the pathetic whine from the touch. "Are you still out of breath from running, or is it because of us that's driving you crazy♡?"

"Nn.. n-no.. a-ah~!" Again, Keith's body betrayed him, as his hips began humping against her fingers to feel more friction. He closed his eyes and turned his head away to try and hide his embarrassment, but he could still feel the angel's pure white eyes staring directly between his legs, watching the scene unfold before him. He shouldn't be into this, getting fondled and having someone stare at him like this, but..

Without warning, Keith's underwear was torn off and discarded with the rest of his wardrobe remains. Both the demons began breathing heavily once they saw his glistening pussy on full display, even though Keith tried "very hard" to close his legs out of instinct. "D-Don't look, no..!" Keith wailed, struggling more to get out of the demon girl's grip, only for her to hug him even closer and grind against him.

Grind something.. VERY hard and large against him.

Keith's eyes widened as she continued to rub herself against him, feeling her heated huffs against his ear. He didn't notice the angel close the gap between them more, also grinding between his legs and smearing the other's juices onto his clothed boner, which also felt bigger than what Keith expected. "Can't wait no more.." the ginger grunted, almost tearing off his own pants from impatience. The other demon nodded in agreement, fidgeting a bit behind the confused human.

Before he knew it, two large dicks were in full display, rubbing against his pussy with earnest.

This wasn’t the first time Keith has ever seen a dick, but nothing compared to the ones rutting against him. They had to have been almost as big as his forearm, with the demon’s being a bit thicker than the angel’s. Speaking of the demon, she took advantage of being the closest to Keith’s vagina to slick her member up with his juices, taunting ever so often to slip inside. Eventually the angel growled and slapped the demon’s thigh, refusing to wait a second longer for her to “lube up”. She only smirked and raised Keith a bit higher by holding his legs up, both of them aligning to his holes.

“W-Wait..” Keith gulped as the realization hit, a cold sweat dripping down his forehead. “You’re not gonna.. I-It’s not gon-NAAHH~~!!”

No prep, no warning, no hesitation. Both demons forced themselves into Keith’s holes, the angel threatening to plunge all the way inside his pussy, while the purebred could only fit halfway through his ass because of the tightness. Keith came from that alone, his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out of his drooling mouth as he let out the loudest moan yet. He felt so goddamn full, but he still had enough coherent thinking to know that they weren’t going to stop halfway like this.

“Better give in now..” the angel demanded, roughly gripping on the other’s cheeks, “since you’re about to be fucked like the true slut you are.”

That was the only warning he got before they both began moving their hips, the angel already thrusting at a moderate pace, while the demon moved in long, slow strokes. The stimulation after Keith came not too long ago set his sensitive insides on fire, but he couldn't say it was completely uncomfortable. The different paces made it difficult to concentrate and adjust properly, yet it wasn't long before they were able to go even further, his body beginning to relax and get used to the intrusions.

Keith was completely at their mercy, unable to control his whines and erotic moans any longer. His arms wrapped around the angel's neck and pulled him closer, his hot pants going straight to the other's cock, urging him to go further. "F-Fuuh.. fuuck m-mee~..! S-So good..♡!!" Keith moaned, his lustful voice adding more fuel to the both of them.

Both the demons were getting close at this point, so they both gripped tightly on Keith's legs and synchronized their thrusts together, going from 0 to 100 of feeling stuffed and driving him absolutely insane. All he could process at this point was his body getting brutally fucked and the thick precum spurting inside of him, warning him of what was going soon. Both demons latched their mouths on each side of his neck, keeping their own moans low to indulge in Keith's sexy noises.

"K-Keith, fuck.. so fuckin' good..!" The angel muttered, his thrusts becoming frantic.

"So close.. Keith, y-you're so amazing.. Keith..♡!" The demon gasped, pounding into his ass so hard, he would surely be bruised afterwards.

"Ah-Ah-mii! P-Picoo! I-I wanna, I wannaaaAANH♡♡!!"

One final thrust, and all Keith saw were stars. He was filled to the brim with their hot cum, making his body twitch from the feeling and the demons' occasional thrust. They made sure not a single drop leaked out, not wanting anything wasted yet. He deserved it all, and he was taking it like a fuckin' champ.

Once they all finally came down from their high, the demons slowly lowered down to the ground and slipped out of Keith's holes, hearing him whimper from the "empty" feeling and their cum leaking out of him. The demons were a bit out of breath, but it was nothing compared to their little human, who probably lost their voice from the amount of moans they were letting out.

"I'm sorry if we went too rough, Keith.." Amelia softly spoke, stroking Keith's messy hair. "You took us so well, though. You're amazing♡"

Pico stared at the couple, then huffed and softly tugged on Keith's arm. "Lemme hold him. You've been holding him the whole time."

Amelia giggled as she shoo-ed his hand away. "He's tired, don't move him. He's perfectly fine right here."

"Stop being so freakin' greedy, I just wanna hold him. I'm just as comfy as you are, and I don't even have tits."

"I'm not being greedy, I just--anh!"

Amelia let out an unexpected gasp, startling both the demons. They both looked over to Keith, who was slowly grinding his sore hips against her crotch and squeezing her plump breasts.

"Again.." Keith smiled, licking his lips as he looked down to Pico's dick. "Let's go again.. please♡?"

Now it was Pico and Amelia's turn to gulp in panic. How did they become the prey??

… not like it was a bad thing. Not. At. All.

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Keith was always the one to comfort either Amelia or Pico. No matter how severe the situation was, he was always there to stay by their side and help them in any way he could. It became instinct to go to him for anything that troubled them, and he always took them with open arms.

As for them returning the favor, well.. he never let it happen.

Even though Keith constantly drilled in their brains to go to him for anything and everything, he never did the same to them. He claimed "My life's fine! I would vent if there was something to actually vent about, but I'm good!", and he would shake it off with the biggest smile he could make. For how many times he said it, both Amelia and Pico would've been convinced that their boyfriend truly was living the perfect life.

But the more the lies piled up, the harder you crashed by just one slip up.

Today was a lazy day for the trio, mostly relaxing and chatting while playing some music in the background at Pico's place. Something they noticed, however, was that Keith hardly talked at all. He acknowledged the others with a nod and soft chuckle from time to time, but he seemed to be in his own world, for the most part.

Amelia and Pico weren't blind to this, and while they let him have some space at first, their concern only grew once they saw his expression dull even more. It was so out of place, him looking depressed out in the open. "Keith? Honey?" Amelia called out to him, reaching over to hold his hand. He flinched at the touch. "Is everything ok?"

"Huh?" Keith blinked, forcing himself to "wake up" and smile. "Nah, everything's cool..! Sorry, what were we talking about?"

"Nothing," Pico answered, "We've been stopped talking. Where are you right now?"

"..here?"

"I mean in your brain, idiot."

Keith had to take a minute to process what Pico meant, but forced a laugh afterwards. "I told you, it's nothing! I didn't sleep well, I stood up allll night last night playing a game. That's my bad!"

They weren't buying it, for obvious reasons. "Keith.." Amelia squeezed his hand, "you were with me last night. We went to bed at the same time.."

".. oh.. heh, right, I forgot.."

"Why are you lying to us right now??" Pico sounded irritated as he moved closer, but Amelia was quick to look back at him and hold her hand out to stop him. Behave yourself, her eyes threatened him. It was his turn to flinch, but he calmed himself down before speaking up. "If there's somethin' bugging you, you can tell us, remember? That's what you tell us to do when it's the other way around."

Keith shifted in his seat, forcing himself to stare down at his plate that still had a half-eaten sandwich on it. He didn't want to look at them, not like this. "I said I'm fine.. just tired.." he couldn't force himself to smile this time. "Can we talk about something else now?"

Amelia sighed, not giving this up so easily. Her boyfriend was clearly upset about something, and even though she didn't want to force him to open up, she'd be ashamed to be considered his girlfriend if she didn't at least comfort him. "Fine, we'll drop this." He sighed in relief, but it was quickly cut off by her next statement, "but only if you look me in the eyes and tell me you're alright."

Goddammit.

They just HAD to be as stubborn as he was. He was used to keeping his nerves under control, like when he did rap battles and get in other tough situations, so why now? Why couldn't he make himself look calm now..? Ok, just imagine she's her mom or something, he thought, taking a mental breath. Look strong. Look ready to win. You got this, Keith, you got this, you got this..

Keith finally looked at Amelia, seeing both her and Pico look at him with worry.

"I…"

... you don't got this.

Before any of them could react, tears immediately streamed down Keith's cheeks, his voice caught in his throat as he tried to lie once more. Both Amelia and Pico rushed to Keith, hugging each other in a tight embrace, leaving Keith trembling between them.

"N-No, wait.." Keith tried to pry them off, the feeble attempt useless against them. "I-I… please, I'm not.. I'm ok, I swear..! D-Don't.."

".. d-don't do this to me.."

Nobody said a word once Keith finally broke down between them, letting him muffle his cries against their shoulders. Amelia could feel herself tearing up as well, just because her lover was in tears for some unknown reason, but she forced herself to stay strong, for his sake. Pico bit his tongue whenever he wanted to ask what was wrong, because it wasn't fair to force Keith to explain himself when he was this distraught. It didn't matter how long they had to stay there holding him and waiting for him to calm down. They'll stay until the next day if they have to.

After a few minutes, they felt Keith softly tap their arms, wanting them to let go. His sobs had weakened to sniffles now, and his face was completely wet from his tears and running snot. Pico gave a quick kiss to his cheek before rushing to the kitchen, grabbing a handful of tissues and a water bottle for Keith, while Amelia began running her hand in Keith's hair, softly massaging his scalp to help calm his nerves. Keith leaned into her shoulder, hiccuping every so often.

"... do you wanna talk about it?" Pico finally asked, handing him the bottle and tissues. Keith silently thanked him and immediately blew his nose, immediately feeling gross around them. "It's fine if you don't, we can just call it a night, if you want-.."

Keith quickly shook his head and grabbed Pico's hand as he gulped down half the water bottle in one go. The last thing he wanted now was to be alone. He still needed a minute to relax a bit more, taking a deep breath and squeezing his hand.

"Am I.. Am I a good boyfriend..?"

It took a lot of willpower from both his partners to not hug him tightly all over again, but Pico did squeeze his hand, and Amelia kissed his head to comfort him. "Of course you are!" Amelia answered, smiling softly. "You're the best boyfriend we could ever ask for."

"Yeah..?" Keith seemed doubtful, this time taking small sips from his water. "I don't know.. aren't there.. y'know, better guys out there..? Like smarter and taller and better looking.."

"Who gives a shit about that?" Pico retorted. "We don't want what's 'better', we want you. Hell, I thought you wouldn't want me back because of what I did, yet both of you took me in with open arms! Why would we want anyone different?"

"Pico's right." Amelia added. "You know how many times my parents try to set me up with some high class guy, and they all end up being pretentious douchebags? You're nothing like them, and that's what makes you so wonderful!"

Now Keith just felt guilty for feeling like this. A big part of him trusted their words and love, but there was still that small nagging side that refused to go away. "But.. I do stupid things.." he mumbled, hiccuping again. "I do things and force you guys along with me. I get us into dumb situations and don't have a plan out of it. Ami's parents still don't like me, and I don't know how to help more when you have a bad episode, Pico.." Tears started welling up again, and he wiped them away, even though his face felt fuckin' raw from rubbing it so much. "I-I.. I'm a fuck up, I know it, and I'm just dragging you both down..! I don't deserve you two.."

Amelia and Pico weren't having this. It was their turn to make a silent agreement now.

Amelia pulled Keith onto her lap completely and hugged his waist, while Pico closed the gap between them and kissed the other on the lips, swallowing up any hiccups and whimpers Keith let out. He kept the kiss short however, despite wanting to kiss him until one of them passed out. "I don't know who fed you these lies or what, but none of that is true." Pico rubbed and kissed Keith's cheeks as he spoke. "You're not some kind of nuisance. Even if we get pulled into random shit, we always get out of it together. As for my bullshit? It fuckin' sucks, but just you being there is more than enough to help me get through it.."

"My parents are stubborn old babies." Amelia spoke up, kissing along the backside of his neck. "They just don't like losing. To be honest, it's just Daddy that throws a fit. Mom has warmed up a bit to you, even if she's a bit stubborn herself. But they don't matter when it comes to our relationship." She ran her hands along Keith's sides, humming as she kissed along his shoulders. "I'm more than happy whenever I'm with you. You go so far for me, I can only hope I'm doing the same. I don't want anyone else. The world can make all my wishes come true in exchange for leaving you, but that wouldn't be all of my wishes, would it?"

Getting all this attention now, hearing all their genuine words, feeling their warmth all around his body.. dammit, Keith was going to start crying again. But it wouldn't be a depressed cry this time. In fact, he couldn't help but laugh a bit when Pico started kissing his hand, as well as Amelia massaging his hips. He cuddled more into her lap and pulled Pico closer to them, wrapping his arms around his neck and letting himself get sandwiched between them. "I love you guys.. you have no idea how deep the love goes." He sighed in content, feeling them squeeze him in a hug.

"And we love you too~" Amelia giggled and continued kissing the back of his head, snuggling him like there was no tomorrow.

"Next time you feel like this, tell us, ok?" Pico said, softly bumping their heads together as he grinned. "We're not therapist level pros, but we won't stop until we get that big dumb smile back on your face."

"Wow, romantic till the very end, huh?" Keith huffed, sticking his tongue out in a playful manner.

Pico raised an eyebrow and leaned in to lick that tongue, a devilish smirk on his face once he saw Keith blush immediately. "I'll show you romantic, lover boy~"

"You guys are really going to do this in front of me again, aren't you?" Amelia tsked at them, but she hardly seemed upset. Quite the contrary, seeing as her hands were now massaging her partner's thighs. "So how about we move this elsewhere, so we show you what exactly you deserve, love♡"

Chapter Text

”You three have become unfortunate prisoners to The Doctor. The Doctor is currently out to lunch right now, but if you do not escape in time, he will be enjoying a nice ‘dessert’. You have 60 minutes to escape. Good luck.. You’re going to need it.”

“Heeey, what’s that supposed to mean??” Keith yelled out inside the barely lit room.

“It means you’re fuckin stupid,” Pico answered, “so we’re gonna need all the luck we can get to get out.”

“Don’t be like that, Pico!” Amelia said happily. “I’m sure we’ll get out of here in no time!”

The trio have gotten themselves in a big mess once again, this time in a large lab-like room, their only escape securely locked tight. According to the “Doctor’s assistant”, they only had an hour to figure out how to get out safely, before they became a dish for the cannibal. Keith wasn’t worried though, and neither was Amelia! They had this in the bag!

Pico had… ZERO faith.

“Ok, let’s get this shit done! Where’s the key?” Keith immediately set out to explore the dark room, squinting to try and find some sort of hidden key. “Fuckin’.. How does a doctor not have enough money to afford lighting?? Can’t get no work done like this!”

“Babe.” Amelia called out and flashed a flashlight to him. “Let there be light~!”

Pico groaned as took the flashlight from her, getting a good look at their environment. A fridge, two desks, a bathtub, a few cabinets, and random numbers and letters scribbled on the walls. Already he could see a few locks, so the writings had to be either combinations or clues to that. “Let’s see what crap we can find in any open cabinets, then figure out any possible codes we can get through the scrawlings on the walls.” Pico instructed, walking over to one the desks. “It’d probably be one locked thing being a clue to unlock another, so we just have to figure out the easiest one to open up first-.. Are you two even listening??”

Keith and Amelia were staring at a blender, mumbling an argument between them. “That’s totally a real fish. Do we blend it?” Keith asked.

“Don’t blend the fish, poor baby.” Amelia whined.

“GUYS.”

“Beep!!” The couple jumped and turned their attention to the ginger.

This was going to end poorly.

--50 minutes left--

“Dude, Ami, does your dad work here or something?” Keith snickered as he found some record discs, immediately taking one out the sleeve to play with it. “What kinda hipster still listens to record discs? Have a tape deck at MOST.”

“Hold on, that might be a clue!” Amelia rushed to him and took the disc out of his hand, looking around to find any sort of writing. Sure enough, a small “1657” was written on the ends of it. “Pico! We found a code!”

“You found a code.” Pico corrected, ignoring Keith’s puffed up cheeks of annoyance. Repeating the number under his breath, he looked around for a combination lock and turned the dials, luckily unlocking a locked cabinet. “There we go.”

“What’s in it?? A key outta here??” Keith jumped onto Pico’s back, trying to get a better view. “.. That doesn’t look like a key.”

“No shit, sherlock.” Shoving Keith off, Pico took out what looked to be a wooden puzzle, shaking it to hear a jangle. Something was hidden inside, they just had to solve it. “Alright, are you good at these kinds of puzzles?” He looked directly at Amelia when he asked that question.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve done one, but I can try.” Amelia pumped her fists a bit as she took the puzzle and skipped over to a desk.

Keith glared at Pico after that exchange. “Didn’t even bother to ask me, huh?”

Pico rolled his eyes. “‘Cause I know you’re not good at them.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“Fine. Keith, are YOU good at wooden puzzles?”

“Nope☆!”

“I’m going to strangle you.”

Pico didn’t though, since escaping was the biggest priority right now. He can strangle his boyfriend later. “Look, just search for any other easy clues for now. I bet I can unlock something else with this bullshit on the walls.”

“Say please.” Keith stuck his tongue out, but quickly retracted when Pico suddenly lunged to bite his tongue off. “Alright alright! Geez..” He snatched the flashlight from Pico to better look for clues, leaving the other to pull out his phone and use that flashlight instead. He went to the wall where he saw a switch next to.. Something. He flipped it and lights turned on next to it. “Oh hey! It’s those light thingies that they have in hospital rooms to check your x-rays!” He suddenly gasped as a lightbulb dinged in his head. “What if we put the album sleeves here, and they reveal some kinda hidden message??”

“That doesn’t make sense.” Pico quickly shut that idea down. “Those lights are for transparencies, and an album sleeve ISN’T transparent.”

“Yeah, but what if it DOES show some kinda message?? You can give my ideas a chance every once in awhile, y’know!”

“Your ideas are dumb as shit. Why can’t you be like Lily over here and examine things careful--..” Pico looked over to where Amelia was, confused at her disappearance. “Where’d she go?”

Both of them turned to where the wall lights were, Amelia putting an album sleeve there and waiting. All of them stared in silence, until Amelia turned to face them, her face red and smile wobbly.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

--40 minutes left--

2 locks opened, 1 wooden puzzle solved, 0 escape yet.

“We could just bust the door down.” Keith pointed out, kicking at the door that kept them trapped inside. “C’mon, Pico, show us that raw manly strength of yours!”

“I love how you ask me to do it,” Pico sneered, “when you have your demon girlfriend that’s double our size COMBINED that can do it.”

“... he doesn’t have raw manly strength.” Keith (loudly) whispered to Amelia, who looked at him in pity.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m tryna figure this out!” Pico barked at them, before looking back at his phone that had all his notes about the clues around them. “You guys are goofing off, meanwhile I’m actually getting somewhere here!”

The couple tilted their heads in unison from confusion, then walked over to look at what he was doing. Pico noticed them and sighed. “See, the scribbles on the walls are a matchup type thing, where a letter correlates with a number. The only things locked now are the fridge and the second desk, one a key, the other a combination. Once I figure out the combination lock to the fridge, it should have a key to the desk, and that should either give us a big hint to get us out, OR the key to escape the whole thing entirely!”

“Yay!” Amelia cheered and kissed Pico’s cheek, making him blush. “You’re so smart! You really are our saviour!”

“Hell yeah!” Keith agreed, rubbing Pico’s shoulders to cheer him on. “You got this, bro! We believe in you! Get us out of here!”

They may have been annoying here and there, but hearing their encouragement boosted Pico’s confidence a bit, which made him smile and look back down to his notes. “Fuck yeah.. I got this.” Cracking his fingers, he got his brain focused on the task at hand, everyone completely silent to help him think.

--35 minutes left--

. . . . . . . . .

“... you have no idea what you’re doing, do you, Pico?”

“Shut… the heck up.”

“Goddammit.”

--25 minutes left--

“HOLY SHIT THE FRIDGE HAS A WHOLE OTHER ROOM INSIDE!!”

Keith immediately crawled inside the now unlocked fridge, leaving Pico to bang his head against the wall as Amelia comforted him. Pico struggled a good 10 minutes trying to figure out the code, but Keith fuckin’ winged it and got it first try. Now he looked like a REAL dumbass compared to THE dumbass.

“Be careful, honey!” Amelia called out, softly tugging on Pico’s arm. “C’mon, you’re still the smartest one here! I’m still going to give you a BIG reward, once we get out of here.” she smiled and kissed his cheek again. Pico only grumbled under his breath, but followed her to the fridge, making sure not to bump his head to the top of it.

Inside was a smaller room, filled with presumably hanging body bags. The atmosphere was definitely unnerving, but there had to be a clue somewhere. “I swear, if a clue is inside of the goddamn bags..” Pico didn’t want to finish that thought, only settling to shaking the bags to see if anything would fall out. The bags were hanging by chains anyway, so it’s not like he could break them off easily.

“It stinks in here.. Though not of humans, thank goodness.” Amelia too shook a bag, looking around it to see if there were any more codes or openings. Nothing. Not like a code would get them anywhere, there weren’t any more combination locks. “Maybe the clue is at the very top of the bag, or hidden on the chains? Or maybe-”

“YOO!!”

“Keith?!” Both Amelia and Pico turned their attention to Keith, who was kneeling to the ground. “What’d you find?!”

He quickly stood up and held out a bruised lemon. “Where’s that sonuvabitch?” His expression was CRAZED with sudden adrenaline now. “That fucker is dead this time, where is he. WHERE ARE YOU, YOU CHILD EATIN’ ASSWHORE?!!” He hollered as he ran out the room, bumping his head against the fridge door.

“I swear to God..” Pico rubbed his forehead to try and get rid of his returning headache. “I’m going to kill him, Lily. I’m going to kill our fuckin’ boyfriend for fuckin’ free.”

“Don’t say that. Look!” Amelia crouched down to where Keith was, holding up a key that was laying on the ground. “See? Keith found us the key!”

“..... YOU RAN OUT THE ROOM WITH THE LEMON, BUT NOT THE FUCKIN’ KEY?!!”

--20 minutes left--

“What the fuck you mean, ‘you’re waiting for the Doctor to come back’?!”

Pico was definitely ready to strangle Keith this time, who was sitting on the desk next to the blender fish. They had the key to escape, all they had to do was leave. Keith, however, was not leaving.

“The Doctor is that Lemon Tart. I know it.” Keith folded his arms together, tapping the bruised lemon on his elbow. “So I’m gonna wait here and challenge him again. I’m putting an end to his crimes once and for all.”

“Listen, ‘Superman’, we don’t have time for this!” Pico growled. “Just because a fuckin’ lemon gives you war flashbacks about some Lemonhead mascot reject, doesn’t mean you gotta try to fight it and ‘save the world’! The Doctor is probably not even that Lemon thing! Stop being stupid and let’s go!”

“Nope. Not budging. Can’t make me.”

“Don’t make me knock you out, you know I will.”

“I’ll run. And you suck at catching me. I’m called Sonic the Hedgehog for a reason.”

“No you’re-!! Urghhh..” Pico looked over to Amelia, who was cleaning the key with her handkerchief. “Lily, please, help me out here..”

Amelia looked up to them, taking a moment to process what they were arguing about. She then looked to Pico with a sheepish smile. “Actually, I’m kinda curious who the Doctor is himself..”

“Oh my FUCKIN’ God, you’re not gonna help me either!”

“N-No, no, listen!” Amelia grabbed at Pico’s hand, trying (and failing) to hold back her laughter. “Aren’t you the slightest bit curious of who captured us? This guy must be very strong and smart to get us! I really wanna know what kinda guy he is!”

“I don’t give a shit who this guy is! I wanna get outta here and get high off my ass to forget this day!” Pico wanted nothing more than to take ANY kind of drug at this point. Today fuckin’ SUCKED. “You idiots can stay in here all you want, I’M getting out of here! Gimme the key!”

Amelia stared at Pico for a moment, then at Keith. Back at Pico. Then at the key.

Then she stuffed the key into her boobs. “Come and get them.”

Pico took a deep breath through his nose. “.. you act like I never touched your tits before.”

“So go ahead. Get the key.”

“I will.” he held his hands up, ready to search for the key. “……”

“Well?”

Pico’s face was beet red at this point. “I’m.. working on it..”

“I’ll get the key.” Keith held his hands out, grinning like the pervert he was, but his hands were swatted away.

“You don’t want the key, stop it.” Amelia huffed. “If Pico wants to leave us so badly, he has to get it himself. Simple.”

Pico took a deep breath again, staring directly at her cleavage. It’s ok, you’ve actually touched her boobs before. This is nothing new. Just pretend she dropped something there and her arms are cut off, so you gotta help her. … wait, that’s really fucked up, what. He quickly shook his head to get that thought out of his head, before slowly reaching over to her chest. She didn’t move away, meaning she was serious about this. Find the key, grab only the key, focus on just the key..

He softly touched her boob.

”Anh♡”

“FUCK OFF!!” Pico threw his hands back and rushed back to the wall, slamming his head harder against it this time. Amelia had to grab him to stop him, since she couldn’t talk when she was laughing her ass off with Keith. “YOU KNOW WHAT?? FUCK YOU, I HOPE HE DOES COME SO HE CAN END MY MISERY!!”

”Viiirgin!! Pico’s a viiiirgin!!” Keith sang in a taunting manner, quickly jumping off the desk to avoid Pico’s tackle. “You never touched a woman before, you fuckin’ VIIIIRGIN~~!!”

“St-Stop it! I can’t.. I can’t breaaathe~!” Amelia was flat out wheezing at this point, getting dragged along with Pico because she was too weak to stop him. “I love you, sweetheart! Please don’t kill him! I love yooou!!”

“I WANNA FUCKIN’ DIE, GODDAMMIT! BUT NOT AFTER KILLING YOU, FUCKIN’ MIDGET!!”

“I CAN AT LEAST TOUCH SOME BOOBIES WITHOUT GETTING A NOSEBLEED, VIRGIN!!”

“OH I’LL GIVE YOU A FUCKIN’ NOSEBLEED, YOU--!!”

Click

The trio froze in place, staring at the now unlocked door. There stood a regular woman, who smiled in a concerned way.

“Times up, guys. You failed at getting out. Sorry.”

“..... oh.”

Amelia returned the key to the lady, Pico stormed right out the room, and Keith hesitantly put the lemon back on the desk. The couple thanked the attendants for letting them play the game, then rushed out to catch up with their flustered boyfriend.

Amelia hugged Pico from behind and kissed the back of his neck, forcing him to stop in place. “Wanna get some pizza? My treat?”

“... hmph.” Pico huffed, not giving a proper response.

“If you wanna hit me, you can. I’m ready.” Keith held his hands up to surrender.

Pico didn't respond again, only glared at him.

“Pico..?”

“... Bite into a lemon. Multiple times. Suffer what I’ve suffered.”

“Wh--!! That’s so sour though!” Keith whined, but Pico felt no pity.

”Suffer what I’ve suffered.”

“Aww.. Sorry, honey, but it’s only fair, I guess.” Amelia giggled, but froze when Pico glared back at her.

“You too.”

“Huh..? Eheh, c’mon Pico--”

”S U F F E R”

Chapter Text

Demons are dangerous beings. They have so much more strength and power compared to a regular human. A demon could just snap their fingers for a human to break in half, if they so desired. They were meant to be feared, to be avoided, to run and hide from..

"A… Ami…"

And yet, this one little human..

"Hm?" Amelia's half-lidded eyes peeked up to see her panting lover's flushed face, though she didn't stop her current love making to his lower lips. Even if she was a bit curious about what Keith wanted to say, seeing him squirm and whimper against her was much more enticing to watch. "What is it, sweetheart?" She asked between licks, purposely flicking her tongue against his swollen clit to hear him gasp and have his hips twitch. "Do you want me to stop?"

Keith immediately and frantically shook his head at that, making Amelia giggle at his honesty. "I-I.." his voice squeaked, trying so hard not to focus on her teasing laps against him, "want more.. please.."

His girlfriend hummed at his request and adjusted a bit, now teasing him by grazing her fingers against his ever so inviting pussy. "I don't know.. I don't think you're ready for that.." She slowly slipped one finger inside, watching his hips rise a bit as he whined again. "At least, not yet.. let's see how well you do for now, then we can go to the main course♡"

Since Keith was already dripping wet from both her tongue and his own juices, it hardly took any effort to slip a second finger inside, and she only gave a few tantalizingly slow strokes before adding a third. Already he was a moaning, drooling mess under her, and he was ready to become more of a mess, since he was trying to ride on her fingers himself. Amelia tsked at this and squeezed his thigh still, forcing both his hips and her fingers to stop.

"If you don't behave, I'll be forced to punish you." She spoke firmly, threatening to pull her fingers out by only leaving the bare minimal inside. "You don't want that, do you?"

"N-No!" Keith shook his head again, his hands gripping on the bed sheets to keep himself at bay. "I-I'll be good, I'm sorry! P-Please keep going..!"

"Hmhm.. good boy♡"

Amelia leaned down to kiss his abused clit as she slipped her fingers completely inside his entrance once more, his excited moans being music to her ears. She could never punish him, he didn't deserve such a thing. He deserved all her love and attention, and she was sure to give it to him. But seeing him writhe and beg and force himself still just for her approval..

She wanted to completely ravage him.

Amelia's long fingers quickened their pace between his moist folds, and her tongue was kept pressed against the pink nub, as she looked back to see her lover grip randomly on the bed and let his slutty voice bounce off the bedroom walls. She hardly had to move her tongue to pleasure him, considering his hip twitches indirectly moved his body against her, the friction driving him even more crazy. It was then that she slowed her pace a bit to push yet another finger inside, now four fingers tightly packed inside his hole.

"You're taking them so well, darling.." Amelia hummed in praise, only moving slow at first to help him adjust, but quickly picking the pace up again out of her own impatience. "Do you think you can handle me now? Are you ready for me, love~?"

"Y-Yes, please! A-Ami!" Keith had squeezed his eyes shut as her fingers continued to fuck him, driving him closer and closer to his orgasm, despite his best efforts to hold back as much as possible. He was soon met with the familiar empty feeling, instinctively whining from the loss, but knew what was coming when the bed started to shift around him. When he opened his teary eyes, Amelia was now directly on top of him, most of her glory in view.

Her flowing curly hair.. her swaying, plump breasts.. her wet lips that he knew was his own fluids.. her smooth caramel skin..

Her innocent, yet devious ruby eyes shining..

"Beautiful.." Keith breathed out.

Amelia's cheeks flushed a bit at the sudden compliment, but she played it off with a giggle and a delicate kiss on his lips, purposely pulling back to avoid his intentions of deepening that kiss. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart.." her sultry voice whispered, shifting her hips so that something was poking at his pussy, tempted to go further, but wouldn't. Even though she was extremely aroused herself, she wanted to hear him beg, just one more time..

"I-I.." he had to control himself again. He wanted to just plunge her member inside himself so badly, but he had to behave. "I want you to fuck me.. f-fuck me so hard, Ami.. wanna feel you inside me.. please, Ami, I want you so bad..!" Keith reached up to wrap his arms around Amelia's neck, leaning up to kiss her lips again. "I-I love you, Ami.. please Ami, please.."

God, he was absolutely perfect..

"Anything for you, my love.." Amelia gently rubbed his flushed cheek with her clean hand, while her other hand lifted one of his legs a bit to give her a better opening. Keith immediately bit his lip and twitched once he felt the tip of her cock slip into his entrance, but he couldn't hold back any noises when she continued to slowly push inside him, already feeling much fuller than with her fingers. She didn't stop until she was completely inside him, she herself panting a bit from the tight and warm sensation. She was very endowed for sure, but it felt like Keith was specifically made for her.

Keith would agree with her as well, since it wasn't long before he was trying to move his hips against her again.

Amelia softly pinched his thigh as "punishment" for moving on his own again, but his eagerness was just too adorable, so she decided to give him exactly what he wanted. She slowly began to withdraw herself from Keith's entrance, but quickly thrusted back in when only the tip was left inside. Once, twice, three more strokes like that, before she finally went into a rhythm that Keith could adjust to; not too fast to hurt him, but definitely not gentle either. Feeling Keith unintentionally scratch against her back and hearing his delicious pants and gasps against her ear urged her to go faster. A small side of her cursed for not being careful, but Keith was strong. Surely he could take more.

"You're taking me so well, Keith.." she praised once again, pressing her body against him and lifting his legs up to try and go deeper. "Absolutely wonderful.. my perfect, handsome, adorable man~" Her praise was certainly doing work, considering she found it easier to pound into her lover's pussy, and his moans were practically short screams at this point. She gently bit on her partner's inviting neck, earning a delicious "H-HANH~MII~~!!" right into her ear.

"I love you, Keith.." Amelia whispered, the sound of slapping wet skin increasing in volume.

"I-I love y-yooou..!" Keith tried to respond back, clinging onto her for dear life as he was fucked mercilessly.

"I-I'm going to cum, Keith.. cum with me, darling..!" She bit down on his neck again, unable to control her own moans as precum was already leaking insider her lover.

"C-C-Cum in-inside me! Pl-PleaaAASE~!" His legs wrapped around her waist as best he could, feeling his heat in his abdomen grow stronger and stronger. Almost, almost..!

"K-Keith~♡!"
"Ah-AHMIII~♡!"

With one final thrust, Amelia finally finished deep inside Keith's abused hole, filling him past the brim that some of the sticky fluid tried to spurt out. She gave two last thrusts to release as much of her load as possible, causing Keith's legs to spazz from the overstimulation. After a few moments went by to catch her breath, she slowly pulled back her still twitching dick from his overstuffed pussy, some cum still squirting out and landing on his smooth thighs and belly. She gave Keith one last kiss on the lips before sitting up to marvel at her work, a sense of guilty pride filling her ego.

She really did a number on him, watching the cum ooze out of his gaping hole and some small bruises left behind on his legs from where she grabbed onto. His chest heaved as he struggled to steady his breathing, his tongue sticking out of his agaped mouth, his expression dazed yet completely satisfied. He looked like a beautiful angel.. an angel that she defiled and ruined..

"L… love you.." Keith breathed out, his hands raised to reach out for her. "A-Ami.."

Amelia hesitated for a moment, but then she smiled and laid on the bed next to him, pulling him into a warm embrace to help him breathe. "I love you too, sweetheart.."

"Love you.. love you so much.." Keith was in a trance right now, wrapping his arm around her waist and nuzzling against her breasts, occasionally giving them a weak kiss. "I really love you.. I love you.. I love you.."

He was saying it so much, like something would go wrong if he didn't repeat himself over and over. Her cheeks heated up from the constant confession, until she couldn't take it any longer and curled closer to him, burying her face into his messy blue hair. She never had anyone express their love to her so much before, it was embarrassing.. but a very sweet and welcoming embarrassment.

"I.. I love you too, Keith.." Amelia whispered, giving him a gentle kiss on his head, "Always and forever.."

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"And so this bitch thought she was being so slick behind my back, thinking I wouldn't find out she was tryna bang my customers. Uh, just 'cause your rates are cheaper does NOT mean you're actually GOOD. One of them snitched her out so hard 'cause she fell off his lap so many times tryna ride him, it was SO pathetic!"

"M-Mhm…"

"And would you believe it; she was tryna act top SHIT once I cursed her out! Saying shit like, "Oh, you're just jealous because my pussy slaps more than you". Like, BITCH, that's a wholeass lie and you fuckin' know it!" 

"N.. Nene.."

"So I grabbed that slut by her fakeass pamperedass hair and tore her to fuckin' SHREDS! Now she looks exactly how she should: a crackhead hobo that'll eat your ass for a penny. It was so fuckin' invigorating. AND, best part! She had a BOYFRIEND, so after I fucked her shit up, I fucked HIM up! He jizzed like 4 times before I--"

"Holy SHIT, can you shut the fuck up and turn this thing off?!"

Nene finally turned her attention to Pico, wondering who the hell he was talking to like that. Certainly not her , right? Nah, couldn't have. He was in no position whatsoever to be demanding like that, but it still didn't seem to click for the bratty ginger, did it? "Y'know, Pico, you're more annoying than how Darny described." The shorter girl sighed as she pulled out her phone and casually tapped at the screen, grinning when the other groan as his knees bucked forward. "He won't tell me how he got you to make those adorable faces, so I have no choice but to do it my way, so blame him, ok~?"

Nene was probably right; Darnell loved to open his big fuckin' mouth and tell her everything, even (no, ESPECIALLY) if it was about Pico being a bottom on rare occasion. He almost regretted being friends with them, since no secret was spared between them, and they all loved to push each other's limits when something like this was known. Still, Pico didn't HAVE to go along with Nene's "game", but.. Darnell knew all the right buttons to push, convincing him not to back down from a challenge.

Even if the challenge was seeing how long he can last with a vibrator stuck up his ass, with a cock ring keeping him from creaming his pants. 

Now, Pico wasn't unfamiliar with using toys like these, so he knew he could endure these bullshit challenges for a long time, but Nene ended up putting her own spin into the mix by having them walk OUTSIDE in a park. There weren't many people around, save for some walking their dogs or couples sitting together, but it was more than enough for Pico's awareness to skyrocket, preparing for the worst that he was sure to happen. And because he had put his senses on high alert, that just made the toy feel even stronger than it really was, the vibrations turning his body into mush. 

He wasn't sure what he wanted more: to yank the toys off of him, or to cum right then and there.

"Like I said, th-!" he hissed when she changed the vibration power again, "th-this… isn't gonna show you what you w-want.." Fuck, he could hardly walk straight now. Maybe he should've brought a sweater to wrap around and hide the damn tent in his pants, instead of having to awkwardly hold his hands out in front. "Listen, I can't.. can't fuckin' do this. Y-You win, just-!"

Another adjustment in power, this time a custom pattern that made it feel like the toy was stroking his insides. His hips unintentionally humping the air at first and his strangled moan filled Nene's devious pride, proud that her "tough-as-nails" friend was falling into shambles before her. "Win? Oh please, as if taking those toys out now would give me satisfaction! If I'm the winner, then Angel stays in."

For fucks sake, she NAMES her goddamn toys?? " Fuckinn.. th-this hurts now! G-Get this shit offa me, b-before--!" Pico's eyes widened before he could finish his threat, suddenly leaning closer to Nene and clinging onto her tiny form. She raised an eyebrow in confusion, until she noticed someone walking past them, their dog sniffing at Pico's leg. The dog walker made awkward eye contact with Nene, until she grinned and waved her hand.

"Sorry, he's a big ol' baby when it comes to doggies!" She innocently said, though her actions said otherwise when she adjusted the power AGAIN, causing Pico to groan in her ear. "Cute puppy, though! What a fluffy baby♡!"

"Th-Thank you.." the owner responded in a nervous tone, not quite understanding what the situation was, but not wanting to stick around and find out. With a slight tug on the dog's leash, they rushed away from the pair before the atmosphere got any weirder for them. 

Pico, however, didn't move away.

"Ugh, get off me already. You're all sweaty." Nene huffed, trying to push the other away, but he was actively pushing right back. Hearing him pant against her ear got her interested, however, and feeling his larger body frame tremble before her got her even more excited. "Hm? Somethin' you wanna tell me~?" 

“.. pl-please…”

“Hm?”

“Pl-Please, Nene..” Pico’s voice cracked as he took a slight step back, now looking at her with that same vulnerable yet aroused expression Darnell told her so much about. “I-I can’t anymore, I need.. I need to fuckin’..”

“Cum?”

Just the word alone made him groan and have his hips hump the air. She was just saying the word to finish his sentence, but.. Did he try to actually do it just then? Nene giggled at how adorable he was being, reachin up to cup his trembling hands. “Well, alright then. Let’s go somewhere a bit more private, okay~?” 

And that privacy? Behind a fuckin’ tree.

To be fair, Nene couldn’t take Pico anywhere more secluded even if she wanted, since any movement now drove him up the fuckin’ wall. He was ready to collapse by the time they got to the trees, his brain focused solely on getting this painful pleasure out of his system, no longer caring about who would see or judge. He didn’t even bother to fight back when Nene tugged his pants down to his ankles, nor did he curse her out when she whistled at the slight mess he was making. 

Here he was, on full display, pressing against the tree with his ass sticking out, the vibrtor completely lost inside of him. 

“So I’m gonna give you two options here.” Nene waved her phone about. “I can either take Angel out, so you can probably shake off the need to jizz all over the place out here, or..” she nudged the head of his dick with her finger, causing him to let out a pained gasp, “I can take this off, and have you let out allll that pent up goo stored inside~” Another nudge, giggling again when he actually tried to chase her hand. “What’ll it be?”

“Ring..”

Wow. He’s completely lost his humility, hasn’t he? 

“Alrighty!” With a cheerful pep in her step, Nene ever so slowly removed the cock ring from Pico’s aching member, watching his body relax as the tension slowly depleted. And yet, despite the removal of the ring, he hadn’t cum immediately as she had thought. Maybe he still needed a bit of help-.. “Oi! No!” She slapped his hand away from his cock, confirming her suspicions. 

“Pleaaase! Nene, I can’t fuckin’ wait anymore-!” Pico wasn’t above begging, not anymore, but why was she still being such a bitch for?! “I can’t have another dry one, I-I fuckin’ can’t! Just please!” 

“Relax, relax! Keep still.” Nene huffed as she walked behind her sexually frustrated friend, pressing herself against him and wrapped her hand against his cock, grinning again when she heard his strangled moan. “I’ll make sure to get you off quick, just for you~”

What a fuckin’ honor.. Except he wasn’t complaining. Not when she only gave two slow strokes before pumping his cock in a brutal pace. He had to bite the sleeve of his shirt to keep his voice low, but it still felt like his moans and sobs could be heard from a mile away. His hips thrusted into her hand and pressed against her own hips, acting as if the vibrator was somehow her own dick, which was driving him closer and closer to an actually satisfying orgasm. 

“Are you gonna cum, Pico? I can feel you crying~” Nene mused, making sure to use his dribbling precum to coat his dick, now able to truly jerk him off with reckless abandon.

“Fuck, fuck, Fuuck~!” was his only response, too busy fucking her hand and feeling that pressure build.

“Why don’t you cum, then? Cum like the horny bitch you are! C’mon and cum!” She squealed as she put the vibrator’s power on max, just to torture him a bit further..

Pico lost it after that, letting out the most delicious moan he had ever let out as he painted the tree white. Nene made sure that not a single drop was left behind, still stroking his member as he came. His half painful, half amazing climax finally reached its end after almost a minute, and he barely had enough energy to catch himself from landing right on top of the cum-covered grass before him. 

He can’t believe he got destroyed by a fuckin’ toy..

“Eww, I need tissues.” Nene stuck her tongue out as she played with the cum still stuck to her hand, almost tempted to wipe it off on Pico, but that would surely get her killed later. She had to settle with wiping it on the ground right next to him. “Oh, but THAT was so adorable! You should totally join my job, Pico! We’d make soooo much money from how slutty you really are!”

“Fuck you..” Pico weakly snarled at her, still needing another minute to collect his bearings. “L-Like I would do this for anyone else..”

“Aww, are me and Darny special? Do we get to see you like this because we’re BFFs~?” Nene might’ve been pushing her luck right now, but seeing as how he didn’t fight back or even glare at her, it must’ve been true. That actually got her to blush a bit, even squealing at the “sappy love confession” he “just admitted”. “Awww, Pico! You’re such a lovey dovey fuckboy! You actually made my heart flutter a bit there!”

“... hey, Nene?”

“Hmm? What is it, darling?”

“How much did ‘Angie’ cost?”

“‘Angie’?? .. oh, you mean ‘Angel’! A pretty penny, actually. Why?”

Pico finally looked at her, “Angel” in hand. He must’ve taken it out when she was too busy getting flustered by her own imagination.  

And, without breaking eye contact, he crushed the toy with his bare hands. “Oops.”

“A… A…” Nene snatched the corpse of her toy, tears pricking her eyes as she cried, “ANGEL!!!”

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“It has been yet another night where numerous people have heard a strange yet alluring voice singing deep within the shadows of the city. While most witnesses struggled and fled the scene, others were unfortunately caught in the song’s gravitational pull.”

“So.. any luck in finding them?”

“Although no one appeared injured nor psychologically damaged after escaping, it’s still concerning how one could not only lose themselves to the singing, but to not remember ANYTHING that happened once they encountered the possible suspect.”

“No, nothing yet. The most I’d find is crappy graffiti art they’d leave behind, but that’s it.”

“Whether this is all some sort of elaborate scheme or a prank for attention, we still urge civilians to please avoid following the music at all cost. Be aware, be strong, and report any possible sightings to the authorities.”

“Tch.. I’d hope it just would’ve been my men being incompetent, as usual, but if someone like YOU is struggling as well..” the purple demon took a long drag from his cigarette, blowing it out the window of is limo, “then that either means that bastard is actually smarter than he looks, or..” sharp red eyes glared into pall dull green, “you’re no better than my men.”

The same could be said about you, you stupid fucker.

Pico has had his fair share of annoying jobs, whether because he had to handle things a certain way, or the targets only knew how to waste his time before inevitably meeting their doom. Some jobs were just not worth it, he would think, but money was money, and there was no way he could make this kind of cash by working with McDonalds everyday (if they even wanted to hire him, because WOW his resume was a mess). No matter how long or difficult or just flat out stupid these jobs could be, he always got the job done, hence why the worst and richest people always came to him to get their dirty work done right. 

This one, however, was the most annoying case yet. 

There’s been a random secret singer going around in random parts of the city, singing random songs and putting random listeners in a daze. Apparently, nobody would remember what happened after they got caught up in a song, and by the time they woke up, the singer was already gone. They didn’t seem to target anyone in specific, like rich folks or psychos; anyone was fair game to be the audience for this mysterious singer.

To put it bluntly, Pico didn’t give two shits about this random singer crap. He didn’t know the “victims” personally, and it’s not like they were getting hurt or getting their things stolen. It was weird, sure, but there’s been weirder shit out there that did actual harm, so why not focus on that? But alas, his newest job unfortunately had to focus on the singer, since they’ve done something he wasn’t expecting them to do:

Kidnapping.

“I had a feeling finding that little shit alone would be hard, since he could probably hide in sewers like the rat he is..” the demon, Pico’s client, thought out loud, now glaring at the buildings passing by, “But to just as easily hide my daughter as well.. No way he is that crafty on his own.” 

That’s right: Pico’s newest job was to find this man’s daughter, who was apparently snatched away by the mysterious singer. “Daddy Dearest” (an alias, he wouldn’t give Pico is actual name) and his wife “Mommy Must Murder” (the fuck were these aliases?) had spent a date together on the day of the kidnapping. When they came home, their daughter, Amelia, was nowhere to be found, and their calls were instantly sent to voicemail on her phone. None of their servants saw where she had gone, nor could they find any trace of her.

The only concrete clue they had of her being taken by the singer was graffiti art that they occasionally left behind, the picture being a large cherry and the text, “Ami So Yummi” . 

It’s been a week since the demons started their investigation, and Pico was called to on the third day as a somewhat last resort. Although he wasn’t known for finding lost victims, he was known for finding well hidden targets, so they figured he could kill two birds with one stone by finding both their daughter and killing the fucker that took her. It sounded simple, since the singing was heard everyday in a random part of town, but.. 

“I’m narrowing down places they like to go to most, as well as any patterns in their movement.” Pico explained himself as he finished up his own cigarette, tossing the bud out the window. “I’m gonna need more time, but I’m sure I’ll find them eventually.”

“You better.” Dearest snarled, clearly irritated from the lack of results. Pico would’ve gotten snarky with him back for the attitude, but he could kinda understand his frustrations. This WAS his daughter, after all. “She’s a strong one, my little girl, but for her to be gone this long.. That prick must’ve done something to her. Somehow got her unconscious, or hypnotized.. There has to be more to their singing than we know.” He turned his attention to the mercenary, who hardly looked as trouble as the demon did. “You’d best find them quick, before my own patience runs too thin that’ll I’ll have to replace you. Permanently.”

I’m so scared, Pico’s thoughts were as deadpanned as his face, but he simply nodded and ensured he had his stuff together as the limo came to a stop. “I’m sure she’s fine, but I’ll get her back. I’ll let you know if I find anything new.” 

Not another word was muttered once Pico left the car. He watched the fancy vehicle drive off into the unknown before letting out an exasperated groan, pulling out another cigarette and walking to his new destination to calm his nerves. 

He had told them to drop him off at some rundown train station, which clearly hasn’t been operational in years. It made sense, since a train drove off the tracks and ended up colliding within itself, now a relic from that terrible incident. The bodies were cleaned out, but there was still no effort to actually tear down the train itself, so it lays here now, covered in old Caution tape and weeds. The tracks were covered in garbage and mud, the platform was now the home of many rats and other rodents, and not a single person was in sight. 

As filthy as the place was, Pico loved coming to this spot more than anything, since nobody had a reason to come here at all. He could be alone with his thoughts for as long as he wanted, before he brought himself to exhaustion and had to go home to rest. Obviously, he could just go home and be alone in the first place, but.. Home was just the literal term. It didn’t feel like home, if that made any sense. 

Not that this was Home either, but it was.. An escape. A chance to focus, yet not focus at the same time. A chance to think, yet not think at the same time. A chance to be at ease-..

“Beep~”

.. and not be at ease.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come here?” Pico growled at the intruder, unsurprised that his peaceful night would be interrupted by them. The noise came from inside the broken train, a tuft of bright blue hair and an equally bright red hat peeking from one of the windows, until a head popped into Pico’s view. The intruder grinned, clearly not afraid of the ginger’s irritated tone, as they rushed over to the closest broken door and slipped right through the tiny opening. 

“You haven’t come by in so long! I started to think you’ve forgotten about me.” the blue haired boy pouted as he waltzed over to Pico. “Have you been avoiding me on purpose, Pico? Don’t tell me there’s someone else that has stolen your heart??”

“Shut the fuck up, Keith. You’re the reason I’ve been so busy as of late.” he sneered, pointing his cigarette dangerously close to Keith’s nose. “I know you’re not THAT stupid, moron. It’s because of whatever game you’re playing that I can’t catch a break from that bitch’s bitch dad. Been working my ass off just to AVOID this job.”

“Don’t call Ami a bitch! She’s an actual Angel!” Keith exclaimed.

“She’s a DEMON that YOU kidnapped.” Pico argued back.

“‘Kidnapped’ is a strong word! I prefer the term ‘borrowed’.”

“So you plan on giving her back?”

“.....” Keith grinned again. “Probably not.”

Of fuckin’ course.

Yes, if it wasn’t clear already, this was the mysterious singer that everyone’s been losing their shit over: a baggy pants punk whose stupidity has helped them survive even the worst of scenarios. Truth be told, he and Pico go further than this, knowing each other ever since elementary, even being closer than just friends. Unfortunately, one thing led to another, causing them to separate for some time, only to reunite through this shitty situation. Pico was shocked that Keith would go out and kidnap someone, but almost as expected (and an honest to god RELIEF for Pico), there was more to the story than just that.

“.. is she really happy with you?” Pico’s tone calmed a bit, not really wanting to pop a blood vessel just yet.

Keith's devious grin softened to a genuine smile, a soft blush forming on his cheeks. “Very. I’m sad I can’t give her a fancy home like her old one, but she’s been smiling everyday since we left together. She says this is the most free she’s ever been. Look!” He pointed at his hat, which had a small red heart pin on it now. “She has a blue one, so we match like a couple! She bought it for us.”

“I see..”

The singer paused for a moment, getting lost in his thoughts, but then shook his head and sighed. “I really want you to meet her, at least just to prove to you that she’s actually happy. I bet her dad keeps ranting about all this being a kidnapping and shit, but we’ve been planning this for awhile now! It’s their fault for not noticing how depressing it was to be cooped up at home all day, not able to go outside because it’s ‘dangerous’ or whatever. But..”

“I know. It’s whatever.” Pico shook his head before taking a puff of smoke, knowing all too well that Keith still had a bit of distrust with him. Pico may have been avoiding killing him right on the spot and bringing Amelia back home, but if push came to shove, he might actually have to go through with it. He didn’t want to die because he spared his ex and his new girl for too long. “I trust you that she went with you on her own. You’re too stupid to kidnap someone, especially when she’s a demon twice your height.”

“Hey, not twice! Like.. Just a head taller!”

“Tch, whatever shorty.”

Both boys laughed a bit between each other, until Keith walked closer to Pico’s side and rested his head on the other’s shoulder. Pico flinched at this, wanting to shove him off, but at the same time wanting to pull him a bit closer. Keith was always known for being physical when it was quiet, even when times were different. Pico could never understand, though. Didn’t he say they were like a couple now? Wouldn’t Amelia be mad at this? Shouldn’t Pico be mad at this?

“Pico, when are you gonna run away with me?”

There was that question again..

“Ami wants to meet you too, but only if you quit that job of yours.” Keith continued, now wrapping his arms around the ginger. “I know her dad would get pissed at you, but I know all the hideouts and secret spots that nobody knows about. And even if he manages to find them, we can run even further away! We’ll keep running away, together, and I’ll make sure both of you have fun doing it.”

“.....” Another puff. “What are you even running from..? What’s the point of all this?” Pico finally glanced over to Keith’s face, but immediately regretted it once he saw those hopeful blue eyes and smile.

“Because it’s exciting!” he simply answered, like it should’ve been obvious all the time. “I guess it’s dangerous too, but that danger makes it even more exciting! There’s so much adrenaline, so many things and places to see, so much fun to be had..” His hug tightened a bit, nuzzling his cheek against the other’s shoulder. “And it’d be even better if you were with us.. With me.”

Bump .

Keith looked up, the cold metal of Pico’s gun now pressed against his forehead. Neither of them said a word, only bright blue staring into pale green. When the singer didn’t react, the mercenary bit his tongue and pressed the gun further, hoping that he would get intimidated even a little. 

“Stop acting like this is some stupid fairytale, Keith..” Pico finally spoke, trying with all his might for his voice not to tremble. “We’re not kids anymore. We can’t just play hide and seek with the world for the rest of our lives. At the end of the day, my job is to kill you, and even though I’ve been nice in letting you live, I won’t hesitate to kill you right now.”

The smile disappeared from Keith’s face, but he looked more disheartened than scared. In fact, he gave Pico’s arm one final squeeze before letting his hands slip down to hold his hand, soft against dry. “You won’t kill me, unless you were about to die.” He said, gently rubbing his thumbs against Pico’s palm. “Or at least, you won’t kill me right now.”

Pico wanted to swipe his hand away. He didn’t. “What makes you say that??”

Another squeeze, then he reached up to tap the gun, that same sweet smile returned. “You have the safety one. And you never put the safety on when you hold your gun out.”

….. Fuck.

A quiet buzz vibrated in Keith’s pocket, so he finally let Pico go to pull out his phone, hissing when he realized the time. Pico took the opportunity to wipe his now sweaty hands on his pants, mentally cursing at himself for showing weakness like this. “I have to go. I promise Ami I’d show her something, so I have to go back.” He quickly texted a message back to her, before shoving the phone back into his pocket and rushing back to the train. He stopped, however, and looked back to his friend, a more determined look on his face. “I’m not giving up on you, Pico! I’ll come by however many times it takes, until you finally cave in and join our adventure!” With a blown kiss and another devious grin, he slipped back inside the train, probably going through the other end to go back to his new hideout. 

Pico stared at the train for a few moments longer before his body slumped against the wall behind him. Was he really going to have to pull another cigarette for the night? No, he didn’t have the money to buy another pack yet. Maybe he really should just go home and try to sleep, even if that would be a struggle in it of itself, but it’d probably be better than being here. 

“Run away with me..”

“.. I can’t do that..” he mumbled to himself, as if Keith could hear him right then and there. “There’s no way something so perfect would work..”

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Wake up.. 

“....”

Wake up, you monster..

“.. N-No.. Don’t make me..”

You have a lot of work to do, don’t you?

“ N O ! ! “

A scream roared through the once quiet streets of the resting city, alley cats and raccoons running for their dear lives from the new unknown danger. A shadowy creature morphed and shifted under one of the dim street lamps, distorted voices whispering within as it tried to take shape. It wasn’t long before a clawed arm formed out of the disoriented mess, then another arm.. Then two legs, feet, torso.. Then finally a spiky head. Thin pink pupils blinked from the pitch black head, although it didn’t seem like the creature was able to process what was around it quite yet, considering their eyes were bugging out from their new environment.

Where were they? What was this? What’s going on?

Why was everything.. In tact?

What happened.. He remembered talking to someone, if only briefly. He couldn’t remember what they were talking about, but it had sent him into a panic. He tried fighting against it.. Or no, did he run? The last thing he could remember was seeing a bright light engulf his vision, and now, he was elsewhere. Trying to remember anything more was just going to give him a bigger headache, and that pain alone was going to drive him up the wall. 

Still.. What was he running from? Why did he have to run? It’s on the tip of his tongue..

“Beep bada boo~”

. . . Him.

That blue hair peeking out of that red cap.. Clothes too big for his own size.. That damn sing-songy voice that used to make him smile.. There Keith was, in all his glory, completely lost and unaware of anything around him. Unaware of what he did to him, to THEM.. 

“Bede boo bu-- BEP?!!”

Keith’s blissful walk back home took a sharp turn for the worst when he was suddenly tackled down to the ground, something pinning his body down before he could even react. His eyes shot open at the blackness before him, bloodshot eyes staring deep into his soul, murderous intent written all across his face (or what he could only presume was a face, at least). 

“You..” The creature snarled, now growling at the confused rapper. “You changed yourself back to normal, huh? You had your fun, and now you’ve just left me and the others to suffer? Is that your fuckin’ game, Keith?!” Using just one hand to pin the smaller male down, his other claw morphed until a familiar Uzi came into view, immediately getting shoved against Keith’s skull. “Luckily, you’re still a fuckin’ moron, so I’ll kill you now before you hurt anyone else..”

“... Pico??”

Wait.. what? Why did Keith sound confused just then, like he JUST realized who he was? “Tch, who else would I be?! Don’t act surprised, you asshole!” “Pico” yelled at Keith, forcing his whole body against the other to prevent any more struggles-.. Hold on, he wasn’t struggling either? “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I’m not having it anymore! Any last words before your sad excuse of a brain splatters all over the ground??”

“Wait, that’s actually you, Pico?” Dammit, why was he so unconcerned about his own situation?! Did he think playing dumb was going to work?! “Who did this to you..? What happened?” Since “Pico” was only able to pin him down by his chest, Keith’s hand was free enough to reach up and touch the freezing cold skin above him, causing “Pico” to stiffen. “You’re so cold.. Tell me who did this. Me and Ami will set them straight!”

“STOP ACTING DUMB!!” 

Another loud roar pierced the windows of a nearby building and car, the alarm now blaring from the sudden attack. Despite being loud just a moment ago, “Pico’s” whole frame trembled at the loud noise blasting his ear drums, his heightened senses sending his brain into a frantic mess. It may have been the dead of night, but someone was surely going to come out and see what the commotion is, or at least call the cops. 

Which is why Keith grabbed at the creature’s trembling arm and dragged them into a nearby alleyway, hoping the darkness would cover their tracks.

“Wh-What are you--” “Pico” was shushed before he could continue. He wanted to yell and continue where he left off, but Keith was holding his head firmly against his chest and stroking through his black abyss of hair, humming a familiar tune that would always put his mind at ease. This was all too familiar, all too nice and pleasant..

This had to be Keith. No one else knew how to calm him down when things got too hectic. And yet.. It wasn’t the “Keith” he was thinking about, was he?

“We’re gonna hafta wait until the coast clears before we go.” Keith nonchalantly explained to the other, as he peeked behind the walls to see who was around. Sure enough, someone was on the phone to contact the authorities, which might leave them stuck there for a while. “Try to keep your voice down while you explain what happened while I was gone. You were with Ami, right? Is she ok?”

“Are.. Are you serious..?” “Pico” stared up in disbelief at the blue hair rapper before him. “What do you mean, ‘while you were gone’? ‘Is Ami ok’.. Y-you ruined her! You did this to me, to her, to a bunch of people! Don’t.. Don’t you remember??”

“Me??” Keith exclaimed, though he quickly smacked his own cheeks together for making such a loud noise. Thank goodness the car alarm was still going off to mask his voice. “Pico, all I did was go to 7/11 to get us some late night snacks. See?” He held up a now dirty plastic bag in his hand, which contained snacks that presumably got messed up from their first encounter. “Was there someone disguised as me that did this to you and Ami? How did they manage to get you like this??”

“... call her.”

“Huh?”

“Call her. Call Amelia right now.” He had to confirm something. He had to see if this Keith was bullshitting right now. 

Keith stared at the creature for a moment longer than intended, but he eventually pulled out his phone and went straight to his contacts, tapping on the first number that popped up, and let the phone ring. Only two rings went by before the caller picked up, that sweet-as-honey voice speaking up. “Hey, Baby Blue! Did they have everything we wanted?”

… That was her.. That was Amelia’s voice..

“Uh.. yeah. Well..” Keith huffed as he looked at the destroyed snacks again. “I kinda ran into someone, so they got kiiiinda messed up. The cookies might have survived though.”

“Yo, what are you doing?” Another voice joined the call, the tone much deeper and more irritated sounding than the first. “Is that a car freaking out back there? Don’t tell me you got yourself into some bullshit trouble again..”

“Pico!” Keith sounded relieved at the sound of his annoyed boyfriend, but that relief only lasted a few seconds before it hit him that the creature in front of him was most definitely Pico as well. “Psh, I’m fine! Don’t worry ‘bout it. Some jackhole just totaled his car nearby, I’m gucci.” Both of them could hear the innocent giggle from Amelia and the tired groan from Pico. Keith would’ve loved to keep talking to them, but seeing as this Pico was slowly shrinking down into the shadows with a face of distress, he knew he had other priorities to take care of. “Just wanted to let you guys know that I’ll be a bit late, but I’m fine, promise.. Love ya.” 

“W-Wait-..”

Beep. 

“Shit, I didn’t know you wanted to-..” Keith started, but his words got caught off by “Pico” grabbing at his phone. He didn’t snatch it away, but he seemed to be trying to dial the number again, despite the phone being unable to register his clawed hand as.. Well, a hand. Using a phone was so simple to do, yet “Pico” couldn’t even function enough to get it to work, nor ask Keith to call her again. The only noise that left his lips was a pathetic whimper that silently begged for that gentle voice to come back. 

“Hey.. You’re not from here, are you?”

The answer should’ve been obvious a long time ago, yet it still took both of them this long to finally figure out that this Pico wasn’t the Pico Keith knew, and vice versa. That bright light that blinded “Pico”.. That must be related to something that brought him here, to this new world. Other than the damage he caused not too long ago, everything looked stable and sane, with not a single creature like himself roaming the streets to cause chaos. This Keith really had no idea what his deal was, nor was he responsible for what happened to him and the others..

“Wh.. Where am I..?”

His voice sounded so small and dry, like he was a child who lost their mother in a crowd. Hell, from how much “Pico” had shrunken into the shadows and how watery his pink eyes were, anyone would mistake him for a child. Even how he clung onto Keith’s hand with his cold, trembling hands, and how close he was to hyperventilating out of fear.. Keith couldn’t resist the urge to kneel down and bring the shadow creature into a tight hug, wanting nothing more than to put the poor soul at ease.

“I-I don’t know what happened..” “Pico” whimpered, now clutching onto Keith’s sweater in hopes of hiding himself. “Th-There was only darkness in my home.. Everyone was turning into a monster, like me.. A-And you were the one doing it..! You turned into a monster first, and then Amelia, a-and then you both came after me, and.. A-and..” Little whimpers turned into distorted, muffled sobs. “And it got dark.. And it stayed dark.. Everyone, everything, it.. It all became so dark.. I-I was turning them dark..! I-I didn’t want to! If I didn’t, then the.. The voices.. They would’ve.. They’re gonna--!”

“I’m here.”

“Pico” froze within Keith’s warm arms when he heard the other say those words. Those words.. He remembered his Keith saying that exact thing before, long before the corruption happened, back when their feelings for each other were beginning to rekindle once again. “It’s gonna be ok,” Keith continued, running his fingers through the other’s hair again, “I’m not gonna hurt you, nor am I gonna leave you. I may not know exactly what happened in your world, but I’m not gonna do that shit to you. Not to you, not to Ami, not to anyone else.. You’re safe here, I promise.” The hug grew tighter as he spoke, but it was hardly suffocating nor uncomfortable for him. If anything, he only wanted to get smaller so he could be completely wrapped in Keith’s familiar warmth; something he was craving ever since this damn curse happened to him and his world. “I’ll find a way to bring you back to normal, I swear.”

“.. you don’t know how..”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“How? You.. You don’t even know what this is..”

“So? I don’t know a lot of things. Hasn’t stopped me before though!”

“... I..” Another pathetic whimper escaped “Pico”’s lips. “I really want to believe you..”

“So believe me~”

Just like the Keith he knew, this one was just as simple-minded, if not more. As if it was that easy to just relax and believe in someone's random words of encouragement, even though they had zero plan to back their words up.. and yet, it was those simple words that relaxed "Pico" the most; his whimpers going quiet as he took deep breaths, his form growing back to its original state, still clinging onto the smaller male, but more in a content manner than out of frantic desperation. His eyes still looked pretty tired and distressed, but being able to see Keith's confident smile really seemed to wash his worries away, if only for a moment. 

".. and you're not scared of me?"

"Heh, why would I be scared?"

"Look at me. I'm a monster that can easily rip your throat out."

"Have you met my Pico? You should see him when I steal his snacks and use them for food fights!"

".. wait, you make that sound like that's a regularly done thing."

"Mm.. maybe?"

An idiot. This guy was still an idiot. 

… good.

The sudden blare of sirens interrupted the comforting moment however, sending "Pico" into another mini panic attack from the ear-piercing sounds. "Dammit," Keith cursed under his breath as he tried to soothe the creature's nerves once more, "we're gonna either be stuck here for the next hour, or get caught by the cops. Lemme call Ami again, maybe she can fly us back home-"

"Too long.." the corrupted man growled before suddenly wrapping his arms completely around Keith's body and hoisting him up. His body began to morph and sink into the wall beside them, and before Keith knew it, their bodies zipped up the wall like a wind up car, riding up until they reached the rooftop. "Tell me where to go. I'll take us there as fast as I can."

"Holy shit.." Keith mumbled as he let out the breath he ended up holding for those few seconds.

"Wh-what? Did I hurt you..?" "Pico" began to panic again, but he was quickly reassured by Keith's sparkling eyes.

"That was.. SO cool!" Keith exclaimed. "Even in another world, Picos are so friggin' cool! Oh, what should I call you?? It'd be kinda confusing when you meet my Pico, wouldn't it?"

So cute..

".. heh.. please focus for me, ok? You can think of a nickname for me later."

"I get to nickname you?? Sweet! To The Boyfriend household, post haste~!"

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Keith was really going to have to depend on his luck this time.

True to his words, “Pico” brought them back to the trio’s home faster than any car would, which was great for them when avoiding anyone’s line of sight, but Keith quickly realized how he didn’t explain the situation at all to either of his partners beforehand. He couldn’t even take out his phone to text them either, since he was going so fast in the air, he worried he would’ve accidentally dropped and totaled his phone.

Honey B: B prepared to hold Pico back when we come in, kk?

CherryPOP: 0 3 0 ?  Alrighty

Welp. That was the best warning they were gonna get. “Pico” was being much too pushy and jumpy to stay outside any longer. “Just, uh..” Keith nervously chuckled, “This is another you we’re talking about, so don’t get surprised when something.. Y’know, happens.” Or maybe something WON’T happen. That’ll be a cool thought! Yeah, just walking in to his partners, calmly explaining what he knows, they let him stay until they figure out how to get him out of this mess, kisses and candy for all! 

And with that blissful thought in mind, Keith unlocked the door and guided “Pico” inside, knowing that absolutely nothing would go wrong--

 B A N G ! !

“GAHH!!” The shadow creature howled in pain from the sudden gunshot to the head, but that pain hardly meant anything to him, not when Keith was in potential danger! He grabbed the blue haired boy and shoved him behind his back, now on guard with his own gun against the attacker. “YOU ALMOST SHOT HIM, BASTARD!! I’LL KILL YOU!!”

“NOT IF I KILL YOU FIRST, YOU FUCKIN’ FREAK!!” the human Pico shouted in a threatening manner.. Although, he hardly looked threatening, since Amelia was now trying to restrain him and forcing his gun down. “KEITH, RUN!! I’LL KILL HIM BEFORE HE TRIES ANYTHING ELSE!!”

Why did Keith expect everything different?

“Be be be be..” Keith grumbled for a moment, before jumping onto “Pico”’s back and wrapping his arms around his neck. “BEEP!! Knock it off, you psycho bums! Nobody’s gonna do any kind of killing!”

“Listen to Keith!” Amelia joined in, very tempted to go into her demon form to subdue them both, if she had to. “He came home safe and sound, so this monster isn’t a bad monster! Let’s hear him out before we jump to conclusions, okay?” 

Neither Pico liked that idea, but with Keith now attached to the monster like a monkey and Amelia putting Pico in a chokehold, they didn’t have much of a choice. Their death glares were still fiercely threatening one another, but both guns were eventually lowered to the ground, their growls and heavy breathing slowly returned back to normal.

To test the waters, both Keith and Amelia let go of the Picos. Neither of them moved. Good, progress! “Ok, so!” Keith walked back in front of “Pico” again, “I know this all looks really confusing and shit, but this is also Pico. He’s from another world. We met when I was coming back from the store, one thing led to another, and uh.. Yeah, I want him to stay here until we can get him better.” 

Silence was Keith’s answer, unless you counted the blank stare from his girlfriend and the “Are you fuckin’ serious” expression from his boyfriend as an answer. “.. Keith,” Pico could feel a headache coming on, “this is worse than when you’d bring a stray animal back home. Not even a cat or dog, a fuckin’ BEAR, of all animals! That.. THING looks just like me, only covered in fuckin’ tar!” 

“Don’t shit talk him as if he’s not even here!” Keith argued, now hugging “Pico” as if to comfort him. “Pico” growled at his counterpart’s understandable hostility, so he hugged Keith back to calm himself down. Pico didn’t like that. “He was forced to be this way back at his home, but he’s genuinely not a monster! He’s more scared of us and this world than we are of him. From what he told me, it’s really bad. Like.. really bad..”

“What happened in your world?” Amelia softly spoke, her tone sending a chill down “Pico”’s spine. Her gentle voice again.. “Is it ok if we know, other Pico?” 

To be honest, it didn’t dawn on “Pico” just how much he missed seeing and hearing Amelia again like this at first, considering he had to “protect” Keith when they first came in, but.. Once everything had calmed down, he was able to get a proper look at her. She looked just as he had remembered, back before the corruption hit, just in some sleepwear instead. “.. Lily..” his voice trembled out, and within a flash, his form subconsciously shrank back into what looked like a small child, and he rushed to her before anyone could stop him. “I-I’m sorry, Lily.. I should’ve been stronger.. I-I was too weak to do anything..”

“Shh.. it’s ok, sweetheart.” Even though she had no idea what he was going on about, that didn’t stop Amelia from picking up the small shadow creature and rubbing the back of his head, letting him cry on her shoulder with echoed sobs. “I’m here for you, my love. I’m always here. Take deep breaths with me, ok? In… out…”

.. dammit, what a low blow from this fake Pico, turning himself into a kid to get sympathy from the trio. Pico wanted to stay on guard, but this guy seemed so.. Pathetic. Those cries sounded too real to be fake, no matter how hard Pico tried to see it as such. That’s when the ginger felt someone take his hand, and he glanced down to see his blue partner smile up at him. 

“Are you ready to hear him out, babe?” Keith asked, still clinging to that hope that everything would go as smoothly as he wanted. 

“... tch.” Pico sucked his teeth, now looking away to hide his ashamed face from his lovers. “Fine.. I guess I’ll listen to whatever that thing has to say..”

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It took almost a half hour for Corrupt Pico to properly explain what happened in his world. Not because there was so much information that had to be explained, but whenever he had to think back on particular people, his mind would start to shut down, and his breathing would quicken because of it. Even with Amelia and Keith’s support, just thinking about how the world before him fell apart little by little hardly kept his form intact. 

He corrupted his Amelia’s parents. He almost killed his friends before corrupting them. He would only watch his Keith spread that darkness to innocent bystanders. He didn’t dare think of what happened to his family..

It was all dark, all distorted.. All gone. 

“Even as we speak..” “Pico” hiccupped, “that darkness is probably spreading more and more outside of my home, and I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t even know if anyone else has their conscience like me.. I want to stop Keith, b-but..”

“We’ll find a way.” Keith stated like before, but he sounded more serious this time.. Dead serious. The whole time “Pico” was explaining the situation, Pico actually had to calm KEITH down, since he was getting more angry by the second from hearing it all. An alternate version of himself corrupting other people, including his friends and lovers?? That was no Keith, that was a shithead that needed a beatdown. “I won’t stop until we find a way to uncorrupt you, then we’ll do the same to your world. I swear on it.” He pulled “Pico” into a tight hug, off of Amelia’s lap and onto his own. “I won’t ever hurt you, Pico.. Never ever ever..”

“Keith..”

“It sounds like a challenge,” Amelia thought a loud, smiling as she began petting “Pico”’s head, “but Keith has failed to let any of us down. He’s beaten a lot of odds just to be with us. I’m gonna help fix you, too! You look like you’re in serious need of support, so I’m gonna do just that~” Hearing her giggle filled the shadow creature’s cold heart with so much warmth. Knowing her, she meant every word, just like Keith, so it gave him just a bit of hope that it would work out..!

“You’re gonna help too, right Pico?”

All the attention was now on the clean ginger, who hadn’t said a word this whole time. Other than the occasional shoulder rub he gave Keith, Pico kept his eyes glued to the ground, body completely still like a statue. It’s not that he didn’t believe anything that his corrupted counterpart had said (his very existence was proof that something was going down elsewhere), but he couldn’t help but think about the other victims from the infection. Even if Pico didn’t know nor care for random strangers, it got all the people that he had cared about: Keith, Amelia, Darnell, Nene.. possibly Otis, and-...

“.. Be honest with me.” Pico finally spoke, hands gripping tightly around his gun. “Did it get to the point where you.. Well..” Without looking at the others, he held his gun up and pointed it at his head. It only took a short moment for it to click what he was driving at, both Keith’s and Amelia’s eyes widening in shock.

“.. Yeah..”

“Pico..?!” The couple yelled in shock, but neither Pico looked surprised that the question would be brought up, nor what the answer was.

“What did you expect?? I lost everyone I cared about! The voices in my head won’t shut the fuck up! I can’t even tell when my eyes are opened or closed sometimes, since everything is just so damn dark!” He shouted right back, pink tears that he thought were dried up by now forming all over again. “I-If I could do it even now, I would, b-but.. This damn form is too fuckin’ strong. It won’t let me die.. It wants me to suffer.. I-It wants everyone to suffer..”

“.. Then that’s one good thing about that form.”

Now it was “Pico”’s turn to look shocked at his counterpart, who started to weakly laugh under his breath. “If you did manage to off yourself, then you wouldn’t be here right now, being given a chance to recover.” Pico explained as he lowered his gun back into its holster, a tired smile forming on his face.. “I don’t know how these two were like in your world, but these guys are morons. There’s not a single brain cell left in them. A rock has more brainpower than these two combined.”

“Why are you being rude out of nowhere?!” Keith growled. “You’re being an asshole for no--!”

“But even if that’s the case,” Pico continued, “they still manage to make things better in the end. No amount of research and planning to match up to what these guys do, and I mean that in the best way possible.” He looked over to his partners, who were red from being insulted and complimented within that minute, which caused him to laugh again. “What I’m trying to say is, had you gone through with it, you wouldn’t have gotten the chance to get your shit back together again.. None of us have any idea how, but..”

“We’re gonna fix you up. But, until then, we’re here for you. All of us.”

. . . . . .

“.. thank you..” “Pico” whimpered out, a wobbly smile growing on his face. “Thank you.. Thank you, thank you, thank you..!”

Well, it may have been an unnecessary roundabout way to express his support, but at least their Pico was on board with this. Seeing their new corrupted friend smiling like that for the first time caused Keith and Amelia to smile as well, unable to help themselves when squeezing him in a tight hug. How were they going to figure this out? Who fuckin’ knows. 

But that wasn’t going to stop Keith and his partners from finding out!

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Living with a shadow creature that was actually your boyfriend from another world.. wasn’t as off putting as someone would expect. 

The Corrupted form of Pico was the kind of roommate you would forget you had almost everyday, mainly because of how quiet he was when he wasn’t around Keith. When the rapper was home, he would trail him around like an actual shadow. When he wasn’t around, he would sit in the corner of the room or even blend in with the shadows, which never failed to scare the shit out of the Pico from this world. “Pico” didn’t like going to the outside world, too afraid that he would terrify bystanders, and the panicked screams would send him into his own frenzy. 

If a loud noise wasn’t from Keith, he couldn’t handle it, since his senses were enhanced, and he couldn’t handle loud noises that well before he was corrupted anyway.

But other than the occasional spook and social awkwardness, living with their new roommate wasn’t all that bad. The only thing they had to account for was his overall clinginess to Keith, which he didn’t seem to mind at all. Amelia found it adorable, like it was a puppy all cuddly with its new owner; the fact that she would pet him and he would let out a low purr proved her point even further. Admittedly, Pico found it a bit weird to see another him being so openly close with Keith, but that only got him more clingy to Keith himself, leading to a Pico Glare Fight..

“Who’s the better Pico?!” They would yell.

“Ami!” answers Keith, who wiggles out of their hold and hugs his lady lover, pouting from their choke hold. 

The only time “Pico” wasn’t around Keith was when it was time to sleep, and that was the only time he had to be alone. Sleeping in the same bed as the trio didn’t work out so well the first time, what with “Pico” constantly moving and unconsciously morphing his form in his attempt to sleep. He almost crushed them when his form got too big for the bed to handle, so they had to wake him up quickly before it cracked any further. Keith offered to sleep in the guest room with him, since that was his room for now, but “Pico” declined after that incident. 

It wasn’t like he needed much sleep anyway; not only was his insomnia an absolute BITCH because of the corruption, but this form strangely allowed him to go through days without sleeping, eating, and drinking. The nights felt like they dragged on from time to time because of it, but he made due with what he had: a laptop that had a bunch of movies, podcasts, and songs that the trio had made together. Those really helped the time go by, as well as kept his mind distracted from hearing things he really didn’t want to hear..

“. . . nh . . .”

Except that. What was that? 

The guest room was a long enough distance from the master bedroom that you wouldn’t be able to hear what would be happening in one of those rooms, but “Pico”’s heightened senses made the whole distance thing pointless. Even from the farthest corner in the room, the shadow creature was able to hear some muffled shuffling and whispers going on in the other bedroom. Clearly not invested in whatever random podcast episode he clicked on, he quietly snuck out of his room and to the other room, stopping right in front of the locked door.

“ A-Ah … w-wait, it’s so~.. Fuuck..!”

“Heh, how are you already getting so loud? She just did one push~”

“Look at him, Pico. He’s so slick and juicy already. You’re so adorable, Keith~”

.. they were doing it, weren’t they? 

As if hearing those tiny whimpers and bed shuffling weren’t enough, “Pico” caught a whiff of arousal right through the door, and it took all of his willpower not to growl nor drool from the scent. That had to be Keith’s smell , hadn’t it? And those were his moans as well.. Even after confirming it with his hearing and smell, he really wanted to see what they were doing there.. Y’know, just to be 100% sure. 

“Uh uh uh~..” That sounded like Amelia speaking, “You’re trying to be greedy again, darling. You have to be completely still, while this baby does all the work for you.”

“B-But, mmn.. You’re m-moving so slow, Ami..” Keith’s whines… “Please.. It’s been too long!”

“It’s been four days.” Pico’s voice now. “Then again, that’s probably a record for you.” He let out a chuckle, and moved around enough to make Keith gasp out of nowhere. “Is that why you’re trying to ride that rubber dick before we even start? Are you that desperate to get completely fucked, Keith~?”

“Picoo~..”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK.

“Pico” was already getting more aroused than he would’ve wanted from just hearing them, but to hear Keith call out his NAME as well?? He had to bite his own hand hard to keep any noises from coming out, while his other hand gripped his crotch that had been humping the air this whole time. It may have only been 4 days for Keith apparently, but it was MUCH longer for “Pico”. Just hearing the bed creak whenever Amelia thrusted the toy inside of Keith, while he and Pico sloppily made out with each other.. Such wet, filthy noises..

“Pico, please..!” Keith whined out again, his voice sending another direct hit into the other’s arousal, “Le-Let me suck your cock! I need more! I-I want you and Ami so bad! Please, Pico- MMPH~!”

“Fuck, Keith, we told you to be quiet..” Pico growled, “I woulda made you beg for it more, but if it’ll keep your whore mouth busy, then so be it~”

Bastard.., “Pico” thought, before slinking back into his room. Thank you, but fuck you..

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“Cico.. Corico.. Shico.. Shadico.. The hedgehog.. Wait, no, blep-”

Keith’s been going at this whole nickname schtick for a few days now, with zero success. He was good at making beats, not making names. At least it hasn’t gone too confusing when a Pico was called, since they were able to refer to the regular Pico with petnames, such as “Babe” and “Snuckums” (Keith got bonked for that one). 

It wasn’t a big deal that a nickname was picked today anyway, as it was just “Pico” and Keith alone in the house today. Amelia had to attend a family outing for most of the day, and Pico promised to entertain his goons as well, leaving Keith to bond with his still new roommate. 

The bonding activity? Sitting on the shadow man’s lap while thinking of nicknames yet again.

“You don’t have to come up with a name if it’s too hard-” “Pico” stated, but was quickly cut off by Keith’s pen shushing him. 

“I’m getting so close to greatness, I can taste it!” Keith huffed as they looked through all the scratched out names, checking for the 10th time if he accidentally discarded said greatness. No dice. “It’s just kinda hard to think of something catchy and cool, yet also something my Pico would call you without making a fuss! .. oh, and something you would like as well, obviously.”

Pico.. “Just Pico is fine for now. It’s just us two anyway..” His black arms gave the shorter boy a soft squeeze around his waist, pink eyes peeking from the large hoodie that they let him wear to hide his form better (and better show where he was as well, strange as that may sound). “Call me Pico when we’re alone like this. You can do that, right?”

“Well yeah, but..” Keith huffed at that. It was an easy solution, but he was more disappointed at the fact that he couldn’t come up with anything cool for him. But he seemed to accept the idea, since he crumbled up the paper and tossed the pen to the ground, leaning back against “Pico” like he was a cushion. “Bah, fine! I’ll just keep calling you Pico until my genius comes out of hibernation..”

Pico… “Thank you.” Those cold arms squeezed his cuddler tighter, his cheek nuzzling against the other as he let out a soft purr. “Pico” really was an animal, wasn’t he? Much more affectionate and cuddly than his counterpart.. So cute~. “Can.. you say it again? I like how you say my name..”

Keith blinked in slight surprise from that request, but his pout was quickly replaced with a wide grin as he massaged the arms around him, leaning even more back against him. “Picooo~” he cooed, even giving that cold cheek a cute kiss. “~ ♪ Pico, Pico, my darling Pico.. ♪ ~” Another kiss, another arm squeeze, another coo.. “~ ♪ I super duper love, my darling Pico! ♪ ~”

Pico. . .

Thump.

“Beep??”

Ok, Keith was trying to be all cheesy with the cutesy song, that's all. And yet, in that short moment of closing his eyes when he sang, he looked up to realize he was now face first on the ground, the corrupt counterpart on top of him. "Pico" at least put his hand around Keith's head so it wouldn't hurt when they fell, but.. why did they fall to begin with?

And.. was that something poking his leg?

"Pico?" Keith tried to turn around to properly face the other, but he only felt the body weight increase, feeling his hot breath against his neck. The realization of "Pico" panting caused the rapper's cheeks to flush a bit, his body subconsciously fidgeting under the creature, feeling more of.. whatever it was between them. "Um.. did I do something wrong?"

"No." "Pico" growled in response. Even though he had Keith pinned to the ground like this, it still felt like he was trying to be gentle as his clawed hands began to rub against the smaller male's waist. "But that bastard boyfriend of yours did.."

"Huh? What did my Pico do??" Keith was ready to get on his boyfriend's case at whatever he did, but hearing the counterpart groan again snapped him back to his current situation. 

"I heard you guys last night.."

… oh.  

Shit, maybe Keith was louder than he thought. This was kinda embarrassing. "Aha.. s-sorry about that!" Keith fumbled his apology, face now completely red. "I was trying to be quiet, honest! But they just.. y'know! They like teasing me--"

"What did they do to you?" "Pico"'s voice was dangerously close to Keith's ear, making a shiver run down his spine.

"C-C'mon, you already have an idea of it, don't y--"

"I want to know what they did to make you sound like that.."

"Huh..?"

"So I can do it twice as hard and make you scream my name."

So this is where this day was going.. not like Keith had any reason to protest that he could think of. Just feeling "Pico"'s hands roam around his pinned body and something now constantly brushing between his legs was getting him all hot and bothered. His cold body heat pressed against Keith's heated body only made the sensations worse, and yet, he only wanted to feel more of the creature's touch. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about the changes "Pico"'s body has gone through, especially down there. 

To find out by this, though.. Keith had to restrain himself, even just a little.

"They.. were just using toys on me last night.." Keith breathed out, biting back a whimper when he felt his shirt slowly ride up, being lifted only enough to remove it easily. "A dildo, and a vibrator.. I-I also blew Pico's dick-"

"To keep you quiet, right?" His gruff voice echoed into Keith's ear. "What an ungrateful asshole, trying to shut you up like that. Your voice was so delicious.." That's when "Pico" flipped Keith over, now marvelling at the other's soft chest and belly, as well as that flushed expression, drool already running past Keith's lips. "They kept you going with just some dingy toys, and that bastard only gave you his micro-dick to shut you up. I can do so much better than that~"

"Yeah..? How??" Keith sounded a little too excited when asking that, legs a little too ready to open themselves to the creature, the only thing keeping them away from skin contact was his basketball shorts and underwear.. which were already slipping off as well. Keith was already wet from anticipation, and hearing "Pico" growl again from the scent only got him wetter. Do I really have that much of an effect on him..?

"Lemme give you an.. example." 

Surprisingly soft lips connected with Keith’s, one hunger joining another in a passionate kiss. “Pico” wasted no time poking at the other’s lips with his tongue, and Keith eagerly obliged by opening his mouth and tasting the creature’s tongue. It didn’t feel any different from a normal human’s tongue, maybe just a bit slicker, as well as a bit bigger.. Maybe a bit more bigger.. 

Wait.. was it getting bigger??

“Mmph~?!” Keith could barely let out a gasp of surprise, not when “Pico”’s tongue had filled his entire mouth all of a sudden. He could feel the slimy tip hit the back of his throat, the teasing nudge causing him to choke a bit, but not enough to choke him. That’s when “Pico” leaned back just a bit so they could see each other’s faces properly, realization hitting Keith on just how long he made his tongue inside of him. His body twitched once he felt the enlarged appendage slip out of his mouth, then slipped right back inside, again and again, the pace slow but steadily picking up speed, until “Pico” was basically throat-fucking Keith with his tongue.. 

“M-Mm~! Mm-nn~!” was all the noise Keith could let out, but his rolled up teary eyes and attempt to suck the tongue off proved he was enjoying himself.

As delicious as he tasted, this isn’t what “Pico” wanted, so his tongue slowly withdrew from the eager boy’s mouth and returned to its normal size, leaving Keith’s own tongue lolled out of his saliva-coated lips. God, he looked absolutely wrecked already, yet they weren’t even at the main course. “So, now that you know what I’m able to do..” “Pico started, holding Keith’s legs open and grinding his crotch against him, “Why don’t you tell me what you want me to do? Let your imagination run wild, Keith, and I’ll make it happen for you.”

Run wild, huh? How could he think of something fancy for the shadow counterpart to do, when all Keith wanted was to get fucked already?? .. but maybe that’s all he needed to know, and feeling “Pico” rub himself from Keith’s rear up to his sex only confirmed what he really wanted. “I.. I wanna get fucked up..” Keith breathed out, his hands reaching down to his own ass and spreading himself as best he could underneath them. “Fill both my holes, Pico.. both of them, at once, and pound me until I can’t walk any more.. Make me yours, Pico! Can you do that..?”

That hungry growl was his answer.

With one last confirmation squeeze to Keith’s soft thighs, “Pico” raised the submissive’s lower half a bit to align himself properly. Keith could feel two slick tips poking at both of his entrances, and he was not disappointed once “Pico” pushed forward, slowly but surely getting filled to the brim from both holes at the same time. He made two dicks.. , Keith thought as the other only went deeper and deeper. Holy FUCK he made two huge dicks!! Any sort of movement let out a gasp from Keith, the dicks’ texture ribbed yet smooth at the same time, both filling him just as much as that tongue did earlier.

Even though “Pico” was nice enough to give Keith a moment to adjust, he’s waited what felt like an eternity to do this, so he didn’t waste a second longer pulling himself back until just the tips were inside, before slamming right back into Keith’s hips. Hearing that slutty moan was the exact kind of music “Pico” needed to hear, and he only got more of it once he got a rough rhythm going, his thrusts slow, but hard enough to make their hips clap for every thrust done. 

Fuck, that dildo from last night was nothing compared the creature’s slick cocks pounding into him like this! Keith could only grip onto “Pico”’s arms in a feeble attempt to keep himself steady, but that proved useless from how he was still bouncing against him, despite laying flat on his back. He would only feel empty for a split second before getting stuffed by both cocks at once, he swore he could feel them go even deeper every time! No normal person would be able to handle this kind of penetration, and yet..

“H-Harder~!” Keith cried out, “Get b-bigger! Fuh-Fuck me up, Pico~! More, mmMMoore~!!”

“Fuck.. Fuuck~!” Keith was going to drive him fuckin’ crazy, if he hasn’t already. His once cold body felt like it was on fire now, and it only got hotter once “Pico” pressed against Keith and fucked him like a bitch in heat, the loud, squelching, clapping noises filling the house. Without a second thought, he bit down onto Keith’s shoulder, earning another desperate cry right into his ear, urging him to continue his brutal pace. “Mine.. Gonna make you mine, Keith..” he grunted, licking on the fresh large bite before going at it again, almost hard enough to pierce skin. “Gonna fill you up, gonna fuck you every fuckin’ day.. Need to make you mine..!”

That possessiveness.. Perhaps that ran through all the versions of Pico, since that’s exactly how his boyfriend was sometimes. That would explain why all his words went straight into Keith’s arousal, driving him closer and closer to the edge. He already felt incredibly stuff from the sheer size of both his dicks drilling into him, and yet his body was already adjusted to handle them both, even though he could feel his climax rapidly approaching. “I-I’m gonna cum, Pico! Y-You’re - ANH~! - yo-you’re gonna make me cum~!”

“Mine.. Mine…” 

Something even bigger was poking at Keith’s stuffed pussy now, trying so hard to get inside. What was that?? And.. why was it trying to get inside??

“My bitch.. My Keith.. Need to..”

W-Wait! Keith will surely break if something that huge tried to get inside! It won’t fit, it won’t--!

“FUCK~!!”

With one final thrust, the large mass managed to stuff itself right into Keith’s abused pussy, before an extremely heavy load of cum poured into both his entrances. Keith’s voice completely gave out from his drool-covered lips, his vision blurred from both of their intense orgasms, his sweaty weak body spasming from actually getting filled PAST the brim with cum. He may not have seen it, and lord knows he was feeling too many things at once, but the heavy weight suddenly poured into his body had taken a toll on his belly, a small bump forming from how much semen was just pumped into him.

Fill me up.. He did say that, but.. Wow..

Not a single drop was spared, since “Pico” still kept his members in Keith’s outstretched holes. Even when he was completely done emptying his load, he only laid on the ground next to Keith and began relaxing his breathing patterns, but made zero attempt to actually pull out. He really could do anything with that corrupt body of his, huh?

“Fuck.. that was amazing..” “Pico” huffed, his clawed hand delicately rubbing around Keith’s flushed body. “It’s been too long since I got to do this.. You sounded perfect, Keith. Felt perfect, too.”

Keith couldn’t let out a proper response, still too stuck in his high and twitching from every slight movement “Pico” did. The lack of response did worry the corrupt creature a bit, but when “Pico” leaned closer to get a better look at the tired boy’s expression, Keith yanked the other down to kiss him, the gesture weak, but the passion still there.

“You..” Keith weakly grinned as he took a deep breath, “are so showing me what else you can do with this body of yours later..”

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"♤♡◇♧!! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳?! 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬?! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?!"

"... M𝘰𝘮?" 

"𝘏𝘶𝘩?!" 

"𝘐𝘴.. 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 '𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩' 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥..?"

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"I woulda won by the way, had Pico not stalled to add more time on the machine."

"Pfft, yeah. Stalled. You were never catching up to my score, bro, you're such a sore loser."

"Am not! You're a sore WINNER! Why'd you struggled so much to put your card in then, huh?!"

"Because you were beepin' at me like the motherfuckin' SCATMAN! How the fuck was I supposed to focus??"

"Now now, boys, you're both beautiful, hush now~"

The amount of energy this trio had knew no bounds, did it? Keith, Amelia, and Pico had just spend the day at their favorite arcade, playing a bunch of games against each other, showing off their skills at their best games, and hitting so many jackpots, the workers thought they were cheating (it was quickly disproven, so they were able to walk away with the 3rd biggest plushie in that place). Now it was a walk back to the car, which unfortunately had to be parked far away because of how busy the place was, but at least it was a nice night out!

"Whatever," Keith snickered as he took two big steps forward, before turning around to walk backwards, "I beat Pico at DDR, so I guess I'll take that as my win~"

"Oh woooow, the rhythm boy beats a scrub at a rhythm game, who woulda thought." Pico mocked sarcastically, but he was grinning just as much as Keith, meaning he wasn't actually upset. "I'll be impressed when you actually learn how to shoot deer in baby mode, you dingus."

"THAT GAME WAS NOT CALIBRATED PROPERLY AND YOU KNOW IT!!"

"Aww, Keith~" Amelia was trying real hard not to bust out laughing, but she seemed to finally succeed once she saw what was ahead, expression serious. "Wait, Keith, behind-!"

Bump!

"BEEP!!" 

Keith wasn't walking fast enough that he would crash into anyone, but the contact still startled him enough to turn and fall on his butt. He groaned a bit from the pain, but was quick to ignore it. "Sorry, I didn't see you there--!"

"♤♡◇♧?"

…. Fuck… fuck fuck fuck..

Of all the people to run into, it had to be the two worst people Keith could ever run into. Tall, beautiful, and intelligent twins that screamed high status.. or high maintenance, if we're being honest. "Nora.. Michael.." Keith grumbled under his breath, looking just as disgusted as the two before him. He didn't even register right away that Pico and Amelia were helping him up, as his legs didn't work for a second once they had him standing. 

"Ugh, this is what we get for accepting a brand deal in this part of town." Nora sneered, glaring at the rapper. "We run into rats that still don't know how to control their volume."

"More like untrained mutts who are in desperate need of a muzzle." Michael added, looking down at the ginger, who looked just as irritated as they did. "They even roped a pretty lady into their mess of a relationship. How tragic.. unless she's just as stupid as they are."

"Excuse me, why are you talking as if we can't hear you?" Amelia didn't like how these two strangers were coming out of their faces like this, and seeing as how both Keith and Pico's playful energy immediately disappeared at their appearance, they weren't anybody good. "Who even are you??"

".. my cousins.." Keith's answer quietly.

"Unfortunately." Both Nora and Pico said at once.

Cousins?? Amelia didn't remember Keith ever mentioning cousins.. although, based on how they were acting, perhaps it was for good reason. "Is there a reason why you're being so rude to us, especially to Keith?" 

"Keith? Who-.. oh, I forgot." Michael rolled his eyes. "That's the little 'persona' ♤♡◇♧'s pretending to be, right? Wasn't that 3 years ago that you started that? You cut off all your hair out of nowhere and freaked everybody out that day?" 

God, every time they said that name, it brought a shiver through Keith's body. Why did he have to run into them..? ".. it's not a persona.." his voice trembled. Why couldn't he speak up?? Why with them could he not sound strong..?

"His name is Keith , fuckface." Pico spat at them, taking a step forward in front of his boyfriend. "You call us stupid, yet you're struggling real hard to get that piece of info into that shit skull of yours."

"Who's even talking to you, thug? Can't believe she's still into you.. actually, yes I can." Nora made sure Keith heard that pronoun, purposely directed at her younger cousin. "None of you have a right to talk to us. We're very busy with work, while I'm sure she's still living in her lil fantasy world of.. what, rapping? Tch, high school dropouts have it rough, don't they?"

"Of course." Michael agreed. "How can anyone expect to make it far if they can't even write their own name correctly? Especially coming from a mother like Marie-"

"DON'T TALK ABOUT MOM LIKE THAT!!"  

That's when Keith's voice finally sprung up, even though it was still a shaky mess that only worsened when it did. He could handle being talked down on, but bringing his mother into this was too far! "You have no right to talk about her! You two and auntie always hated her for no reason! Don't EVER talk bad about her!!"

The yelling was sure to make a scene, especially at this late of night. Not like Keith cared. Not like any of them cared. Not like they ever cared.. "We need to go." Nora grumbled under her breath to her twin. "People are going to think we're associated with them."

"Agreed." Michael nodded, but then glared at Keith once more. "Next time you see us, go the opposite direction. We rather not deal with your failed excuse of family any more than we need to. Just keep being a disappointment on your own time.

"Like Mother, like Daughter.."

S M A C K ! !

It happened all so fast. Like a shot bullet, Amelia closed the space between her and the twin cousins, and slapped the shit out of Nora, sending her to the ground with a harsh thud . Michael was only given a split second to react before he received her back hand, also falling beside his sister. "Wh-What the hell is wrong with you?! Don't you know who we are?!" Nora screamed, holding her bruised cheek with one hand while struggling to get back up, but was immediately forced back down when Pico's gun clicked in front of her face.

"Ah ah~!" Pico smiled, far from an innocent one. "You do anything bad to the lady, I have obligation to shoot you down until you're swiss cheese. If you're gonna get up, it better be to get the fuck outta here."

"Wh-What do you 'obligation'?! You're threatening us!" Michael yelled back, but he didn't bother trying to get up, since he didn't want to test his own luck. "We have lawyers, y'know! We'll sue you for assault!"

"Go ahead." Amelia answered calmly. How the tides have turned; now it was Amelia's turn to look down at the duo, that familiar ruby glint in her eyes. "I have lawyers of my own. All I have to do is say the word, and my Father and Mother will not only defend me, but have you both arrested for being a threat to me. Or maybe they will hire someone to deal with you personally? They can make anything happen." To prove her point, she took out her phone and smiled, showing off a picture of her parents to them. 

"Should I call Daddy Dearest and Mommy Must Murder now, or wait until you have your 'lawyers' ready?♡"

"D-Dear--?!" Both cousins looked back at each other, understanding quickly who exactly they were up against. There was no way this random chick was the Dearest's daughter! She had to be bluffing! .. but she appeared so confident, and.. were those horns peeking from under her bangs?? "Tch.. you'll regret this!" Nora's voice cracked when she tried to fight back. Both cousins scrambled up and rushed out the scene, sticking their middle fingers up to the trio. "Mom's gonna hear all about this, ♤♡◇♧, you just wa-!!"

"Pew."

B A N G !

An actual gunshot, right by Michael's feet, causing him to fall flat on his face out of panic. Pico snickered as the cousins tried to collect themselves once more, watching them turn the corner and disappear. "Fuckheads.."

"Pico.." Amelia ran her hands through her hair as she let out the loudest sigh. "How the hell did you control yourself from NOT punching them in the face? I tried to stop the urge for so long, I really did."

"'Cause I don't wanna punch them; I want to KILL them." Pico answered bluntly. "And that I CAN'T do, not without getting you guys in trouble." He chuckled again, but his smile disappeared as he turned his attention to Keith, who was staring with wide eyes in disbelief. "Keith..? Are you ok?"

"Keith, I'm so sorry you had to endure all of that!" Amelia rushed back to Keith's side, pulling him into a tight hug and kissing the top of his head. "Those two were the absolute worst people I have ever met! Your family is full of sweethearts, too! To go out of their way to say such awful things-"

".. heh.."

"Keith..?"

"Heheh.. you fuckin'.. YOU FUCKIN' DESERVED THAT!!" Keith shouted out of nowhere, a wild smile on his face, startling both of his partners. "Did you see the look on their faces when you smacked them?! Oh my GOD! That was the greatest thing I've ever seen! They couldn't even walk straight afterwards! YOU DESERVED ALL OF THAT, YOU STUPID ASSHOLES!! GO FUCK YOURSELVES, YOU STUCK UP PIECES OF SHIT!! HAHAHA.. Ha ha.. heh…

".. C.. can we go home now…?"

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Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick…

"....." Deep breath. Arm stretch. Press "call". Wait..

"KEITH!! OH MY GOSH, I WAS JUST ABOUT TO CALL YOU! ARE YOU OKAY?? ARE YOU HURT??"

"M-Mom..! Calm down, I'm fine!" Keith tried to reassure his mother, who sounded like she was in the middle of a panic attack. "It's okay, everything's okay! I just wanted to check up on you.."

"Oh gosh, goodness.." He could hear her taking deep breaths on the other end, although they were a bit too quick for his liking. "When your aunt called me not too long ago, all I could think about was you and your safety. I should've called you immediately after she hung up, I should've had you come straight home so I could see you were okay myself!"

"Auntie..? She called you..?" What a stupid question; of course she did. Her "precious" children got "assaulted". ".. I'm sorry. She must've said really horrible things to you.."

"It's not anything new, sweetheart." A jab of guilt hit Keith's heart. "We all know how she can be. What mattered to me most is what your cousins said to you! Thank the Lord Amelia and Pico were there with you, I would be DEVASTATED if you had to handle them all by yourself!"

"Heh, c'mon mom.. you make it sound like they beat me up or something. They wouldn't do that. It'd ruin their 'delicate lil hands'~!"

"They don't need to be physical to hurt you, Keith."

Keith's cracked smile left as quickly as it came. 

".. Keith.. Please tell me the truth. Are you okay?"

"....."  

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"Mom.. is it ok if you call me.."

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".. Mom..?

"Am… Am I a good son..?"

"Oh.. oh no no, Keith, sweetie, of course you are! You're a wonderful son! I wouldn't replace you for anything in the world!"

"Y-Yeah..? I'm not.. I'm not some fuck up with no future..? I-I didn't make your life harder b-by being me..?"

"Absolutely not! Is that what they told you?? Don't believe a single word they said about you or me! You never made my life difficult; quite the opposite! You always knew how to make me laugh and smile, and you always tried your best with whatever you set your heart to! You've done so much more than I could ever do. I'm so blessed to have you as my child."

"B-But.. but I-I couldn't stand up for myself, a-and auntie.. Auntie and Nora a-and Michael keep saying stupid SHIT ABOUT YOU! Why won't they leave you alone, mom?? Why won't they leave us alone?! We didn’t do anything wrong, b-but.. But they-”

“ ♪ Hmm hm-hm hmm… hmm hm-hm hmm.. ♪ ”

Mom’s humming… Even if the quality didn’t sound the best through the phone, it still sounded as gentle as ever. It was her that Keith learned it from, since he would do the same thing to his partners whenever they were distressed.. Distressed like he was right now.

“Are you listening, Keith?” 

Keith nodded, even though she couldn’t see it.

“Me and your aunt have never gotten along with each other, long before any of you were conceived. She truly believes I intentionally acted foolish in order to gain attention when we were younger, and no matter how many times we tell her others, she’s too lost in her own beliefs to change her mind. That’s why her words don’t bother me anymore. Even if they’re hurtful words, I know they are untrue, and she is just saying those things to hurt me.

“But you are my child, Keith. Just like your sisters and your father, Grammy and Sharky too, you’re all very important to me. I will never stop supporting and loving you, nor will I ever believe that you are a nuisance. You are not wrong for being yourself, Keith, and I’m happy that you are discovering who you are. Even though you were born as my daughter and grew to be my son, the fact will never change that you are an amazing part of my life. 

“I love you Keith.. You believe me, don’t you?”

“ Sniffle… Y-Yeah.. Heh, yeah, me too.. I-I love you too..”

“That’s my baby boy~”

“Hehe… u-um.. Is.. is it ok if I come over tomorrow? I just realized it’s been awhile since I saw you guys..”

“Of course! Please, bring Amelia and Pico too! We all would love to have you over again! Oh, let’s make it a fun family dinner! We’ll make homemade pizzas, your favorite! Little Bibi and Sharky will be so excited to see you again!”

“Heh, sounds fun. ‘M sure Ami and Pico will be happy to see you guys too. I should head to bed now, though.. See you tomorrow, love you.”

“Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams!”

“.. Oh, mom?”

“Hm?”

“.. thanks for never giving up on me.”

“Hmhm~.. Thank you for never giving up on me too~”

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"What's that you're smoking?"

Damien peeked over to the curious bluenette next to him, unable to hold back a chuckle once he saw those big, fascinated eyes. The two had spent the day together at Damien’s place, just relaxing with one another, until he had pulled out the mysterious drug. He had planned to smoke it once Keith left, but after a minute of debating, he ended up shrugging and lighting it anyway. 

The alien took the "cigarette" back to his lips, inhaled, and slowly blew out a pinkish cloud that faded to purple. "Oh, this?" He waved the stick, acting oblivious. "It's called 'Acquala'. It's kinda like weed, but from my original home, and a LOT sweeter. Da-.. Seth was able to send someone out to pick some up for me."

"Naomi's brother?? He has connections even there?? Whoa.." Keith's eyes wandered to the puff of smoke again, this time in rings that Damien formed. The rapper never saw smoke change into different colors like this, not even with Darnell's bomb experiments. From a pretty pink hue to a deep purple.. wait, did it even sparkle for a split second?? "It's like something out of Alice in Wonderland or.. something. Is it good?"

"Mhm. If I had to compare, it kinda tastes like fruity gum, only less artificial." Damien formed cloud rings again, amused by how drawn to it Keith was. "To be honest, this is only my second time having it, but it’s pretty good for tension relief. So far, I like it~"

"I wanna try it!" Keith practically pounced onto Damien's arm, bouncing in his seat like a little kid. He tried reaching for it, but Damien was quick to swipe it out of reach, causing him to pout in protest. "C'mooon, I've had weed before! I can handle this easily!" He whined.

"I said that it's LIKE weed, but it’s actually much stronger. A human like you wouldn’t be able to handle a puff, let alone the entire thing.” Damien booped Keith’s nose, not letting the other’s puppy face sway his decision. Well, he didn’t actually know if it was stronger than marijuana, but since he barely felt any different with that drug, yet felt a special pleasant feeling from this one, it surely meant that this was a lot stronger. It’s because of how it affected him that he began smoking by the open window, not wanting his room to fill up with the smoke that Keith was in. 

“I said I can take it! C’mon, please?? It already smells really nice..” Keith continued to whine, squeezing and clinging onto the other’s arm. So what if it was stronger than what he was used to? What was gonna happen? He’d want to devour the entire fridge or something? He’d actually float? It couldn’t be THAT bad, especially from how sweet the fragrance was just from Damien’s puffs, even when he did it away from the rapper’s face. “Just one blow, ok? Just one teeny tiny suck!”

Damien raised his eyebrow, clearly getting the wrong idea, but his will stood strong.. sorta. “Hmm.. ok, look at me.” he instructed, in which Keith immediately let go and sat like a dog waiting for a treat. He nudged Keith’s chin up a bit with his finger, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Open your mouth for me, love.” Again, Keith listened, and opened his mouth. So obedient~.. With one long inhale, Damien closed the gap between them, lips practically touching one another as he exhaled the addictive smoke into the other’s mouth. His lips curled into a grin when he heard the smaller boy faintly gasp from the intake, and seeing Keith’s bright blue eyes go hazy had his heart skip a beat. Backing away to see the rapper in his full glory made the feeling “worse”, as seeing Keith sway a bit from just one huff was starting to awaken something inside Damien. “Alright.. Now blow~”

And blow he did.. At least, that’s what Damien thought he did. Appearance-wise, it just looked like Keith barely gaped his mouth open more to let the pink fumes flow out of his mouth, the tropical-tasting cloud momentarily covering his face before fading into the room, faint sparkles coming and going. Eyes half-lidded, gaze completely dazed, mouth still open, arms slump, body barely able to hold itself up.. From just one taste, Keith was already gone into lala land. “I told you it’d be too strong for you..” Damien reminded, though he hardly felt any sort of guilt for caving in a bit. Seeing Keith so at peace, yet so vulnerable.. Damien could feel his heart racing from the sight alone. He lifted his hand to Keith’s face to rub against those flushed cheeks, and Keith responded with a dreamy sigh, nuzzling his own cheek against that hand. 

“Again..” God, even his voice was all drawn out and relaxed. “Tasted so good.. One more, please..?”

The puppy eyes Keith liked to do to get his way with the others? Never worked on Damien. 

This, though? Hazy, blank, dreamy eyes? This got Damien weak.

“Heh.. alright, then. Come here.” Damien patted his own lap, showing Keith where he needed to be to taste more. As if hypnotized or bounded by a leash, Keith forced himself off his own seat and crawled onto the alien’s lap, fidgeting a bit in order to get comfortable.. Only for it to not last long, what with Damien purposely raising his leg a bit to rub against the other’s crotch. Keith let out another gasp, the heat in his body spreading more from that one action. “Sorry, love, couldn’t help myself~” Damien softly chuckled from the other’s slight pout, before bringing the joint back to his lips and taking a deep breath. Just like before, Damien nudged Keith’s lips open and pulled him closer to blow the smoke inside his mouth, but instead of backing away once he was done, he let some of the smoke leak out from between their lips, before going in for an actual kiss.

Keith’s arms immediately wrapped around Damien’s neck as they locked their lips together, the taste of the smoke and Damien’s tongue sending the rapper deeper into his high. The flavors mixed together tasted sweeter than any parfaits he’s had before; his body demanded more of it. He had to have more to fill this new craving. There have been many times where his friends joked about how empty his brain was more than half the time, but this was one of those few cases where there truly was no thoughts in mind. All he wanted was to continue tasting that delicious flavor, smell that wondrous aroma, and have Damien completely devour him.

Moans were muffled from the heated make-out session, tongues coating each other in slick saliva. Keith licked and suckled onto the other’s tongue, as if to suck the fruity flavor right off of it, savoring the delicious taste. His hungry behavior only ignited Damien’s own hunger, catching the other’s tongue within his lips, getting all the more excited once he heard Keith’s whines of protest for freedom. When Keith finally got his tongue back (as well as a breath of fresh air), Damien practically lunged and latched onto the bluenette’s neck, already at work to leave the darkest hickey he could. 

Even though the kiss had ended, the special drug Keith craved so much was still doing its job; while Damien was busy sucking and nibbling on the soft skin, he held the blunt nearby Keith’s face, allowing him to smell the sweet aroma drifting his way. Keith’s body felt even lighter with  each passing second, pressing more against Damien’s body, his only strength being used to rut against the thigh between his legs. Never has he felt so light and empty, yet filled with desires for the sensations coursing through his body. It’s almost as if the drug was not just similar to weed, but to an aphrodisiac as well - all this heat and excitement demanding to be satisfied. So close.. So close..!

“Blow~”

Those plump lips that were once attached to Keith’s neck found its way to his ear, somewhat startling him, but more importantly taking him right to his climax. The smoke he didn’t realize he still had in his mouth faded up as he let out a high pitched moan, hips spasming as he rode out his sexual high. Amazing.. He wasn’t even being touched there, save for the thigh, but that normally wouldn’t be enough to have him cum like that. From just kisses and that drug, Keith experienced one of the best orgasms he’s had in awhile.. 

“Naughty boy..” Damien whispered into his ear, causing the other to shiver, “You made a mess all over my leg. You horny little slut~” His teasing tone only got Keith excited all over again, but it proved to be a distraction when he suddenly felt a hand sneak into his boy shorts, stroking a few times against his soaked pussy. Having an orgasm just a few moments ago just made him all the more sensitive, but luckily for him, Damien slipped his hand out, his fingers now sticky with Keith’s fluids. 

“Hm.. I wonder which tastes better..” 

Keith didn’t have time to process what Damien meant before he saw the other lick at his fingers. Heat rushed to his face as he watched the alien lap and suck on his own fingers, as if he was licking off honey. The direct eye contact with each other only made matters worse for Keith, as his once exhausted body spurred to life again, hips subconsciously rubbing against Damien’s thigh again. 

“Mm~.. I’m gonna be honest, Keith..” Damien stopping sucking his finger with an audible pop! , now licking his lips with newfound hunger, “You’re waaay more tastier than the Acquala~”

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“Pico, have I ever explained to you just how adorable you are?”

“Mmm.. a buncha times, I think..”

“Hehe. Doesn’t seem like enough to me~”

The redhead devil brushed her fingers along her “dangerous” lover’s scalp, falling in love with the blissful expression plastered on the other’s face. There was hardly a moment where Pico would let his guard down so low like this, since he was cautious beyond caution about everything. It made sense for him, given the majority of his life, so having him in such a mellow state where he looked no different than a lazy dog?

Amelia had to thank Damien personally for giving Keith those alien fruits (even though he surely wouldn’t appreciate them being used for the “expired carrot”).

Just one berry piece of the iridescent fruit is enough to get even the angriest of hardheads to soften like a plushie in just a matter of minutes. Pico was proof of that, what with him nuzzling his cheek on Amelia’s soft chest, murmuring nonsensical words under his breath as his hair was being brushed. It took Amelia all of her willpower not to squeeze her lover until he popped, but she bet even then, he’d hardly put up a fight. Eyes all droopy and sleepy-like, hushed breaths, weak hands wandering about, body completely limped..

This is what we like to call being Dazed.

Keith experienced it once or twice before (the boy will literally put anything in his mouth), which was probably why he was so eager for Pico to try. Although extremely hesitant because Keith always has dumb ideas, Pico caved into his curiosity and tried the fruit when he was alone, thinking it wouldn’t actually be effective. How wrong he was; Amelia found him on the floor beside the bed, the blanket and pillows on top of him trying to climb onto the bed. She caught him whining about the pillows trying to eat his face, but he made zero attempt to actually get them off his face, nor did he seem to care. 

It eventually led to her effortlessly picking him up and having him lay on her on the bed. He instantly made himself comfy on her, rubbing his face on one boob while his hand lazily massaged the other. He didn’t seem to be doing it in a perverted manner, but in a That’s-All-I-Can-Muster way. It made Amelia’s heart all fuzzy just looking at him; even with them being together for over a year, seeing Pico in such a relaxed state was such a rarity, it had to be treasured. 

A guilty part of her brain wanted to take it a step further and see how far she could go with Pico in this state. The trio had made it clear multiple times that consent was always there when it was just them, even when intoxicated or high, and they have gone many steps forward while drugged or buzzed out, but was it really okay to indulge like this? Even though she was a demon herself, Amelia felt like she would be punished if she kept giving into her desires, even if the others were okay with it. “What am I going to do, Pico..” she sighed as she continued to play with his hair and softly rub his cheek. “You’re just so unbelievably cute right now. You’re cute all the time, but you being like this is making me think such dirty things. What did I do to deserve such adorableness..”

“Mehh.. not cute..” Could that whine even count as a weak groan? No way. Especially not when Pico proceeded to bury his face into Amelia’s cleavage. She couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction; this was something she expected from Keith, not Pico. “Wanna ruin me all the time.. You ‘n Keith ‘n.. Fuckin’.. That prick that calls me Princess, and the other prick who keeps tryna dress me like one.. Soft..” 

His mind was all over the place, huh? Unable to hold onto one single coherent thought for more than a second. Her heart was actually going to explode. “Careful, sweetheart. These ‘pillows’ might try to eat your face, just like the ones from before~” Amelia teased, hugging Pico’s head and squishing him more. She wasn’t bothered with his attention focused on her boobs - if anything, she wanted to see if she could somehow embarrass him, even in this state.

“Mmph.. these pillows’ huge.. Nicer than before..” Pico muffled out, again not fighting back. Was he even more slumped than before? How was that possible? He went quiet for a few moments after that, until he slowly lifted his head up, hazy eyes staring down at the “pillows” beneath him. “.....”

“Nom.”

Amelia let out a high pitched yelp when Pico suddenly literally nommed her boob - not hard enough to be a bite, but still surprising enough to make her jump. Pico may have nibbled or sucked on her boob before when they were having intimate moments, but a nom?? So nonchalantly too! “Pico! You startled me!” Amelia whined, yet she couldn’t help but giggle again at his behavior. “Warn me the next time you do that, okay?”

“.. Numm.” Pico wasn’t paying attention, he was just doing his own thing. Goddammit, even with him being weird like this, he was still so friggin adorable to Amelia! She really was going to hug him until he popped like a balloon! 

Thank you, Damieeeen~!