Eyes narrowing, Ender turned to Killian, looking for answers, but found himself at a loss at the almost sheepish smile on the Siren’s face. “Okay, cut the bullshit. What in the hell is going on with you two? Because I tell you what, my ass is way too paranoid for whatever the fuck this is.”
“It’s nothing!” Cyrus blurted, before stumbling from his seat and fleeing like the dogs were on his heels.
“W-What…” Ender sputtered before trailing off, feeling entirely baffled as the man disappeared.
Killian snickered. “Oh, my Goddess. I forgot he did that.”
His head snapped back towards the Siren. “Did what?!”
The man giggled. “Shy, my man is shy.”
He blinked in shock when the Siren just got up and left.
“W-what—What in the hell does that have to do with anything?! You didn’t even answer my question?!” he snarled to himself, as he was now fucking alone.
Rubbing his temples, Ender groaned. He was confused, and it took a lot to confuse him.
Severo! Severo had to know what this was about!
Killian caughtup to Cyrus pretty easily, but then, the man was no longer running, just sort of walking slowly with his head hung, clearly embarrassed.
Giggling, Killian slid up to his side and bumped against the Fate’s arm as he teased, “Oh, is my man feeling shy?”
Cyrus groaned. “Baby, don’t pick on me, please.”
He giggled again, slipping his arm through the Cryptid’s. “You know, I actually had forgotten how embarrassed you get when finding someone attractive, or after having thoughts about having sex with them. Mostly as you’ve never done it to anyone aside from me, as far as I know.”
“I wasn’t even thinking, or actively thinking about it, I just don’t—” The Fate cut off with a huff. “Ugh—I thought I had moved out of this phase of my life. I’m not a damn teenager!”
“Nope, you just got comfortable with me,” he said as they entered their room.
Cyrus pulled from his hold. Turning to face him, the Cryptid pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him as he pressed a kiss to his lips that sent his heart fluttering. “I am comfortable with you,” Cyrus rasped. “I don’t feel shy because you are mine.”
Killian grinned. “Am I?”
“Mm, my Baby, all mine.” The man grabbed his right hand. “I don’t know. It’s not like you don’t still make my heart race.” Cyrus placed his hand on his chest. He smiled as he felt the already elevated beat speed up under his palm. “No matter how many years it’s been, or will pass, you will always affect me,Killian Neftlem. But with you, I just feel…home. I'm excited, of course, but there's no panic.”
Killian stretched up and pressed a kiss to the man’s lips. “Mm, don’t act so worried, Cyrus. I’m not offended that he is making you nervous. I told you, I’m fine with it. But what about you? How do you feel about it, about Ender?”
Cyrus took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I’m where you are. I’d never thought about adding someone, and entering a polyamorous relationship had never really crossed my mind, but the idea of us comforting Ender doesn’t upset me. That being said, I feel really fucking awkward around him now.”
“You don’t say?”
“Oh, by the threads.” The Fate let out a pain-filled groan. “There’s a joint meeting later, what the hell am I supposed to do?!”
“Avoid looking at him?”
“Y-you think that would work?” Cyrus asked, his eyes wide with hope.
Killian held his composure for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “You are so screwed, and I am going to have so much fun watching.”
“Baby!”
Ender glaredwhen Severo started to eye him as if he had lost his mind.
Blinking awkwardly, the Shadow Dweller eventually asked, “What?”
He huffed. “Staring, they keep staring at me! And whispering. Staringandwhispering. And that fucking Grimm literally keeps blushing!”
