The Gorgon seemed to just fall apart even more then, sobbing hard as he clung to the Fate. Killian brushed a strand of Ender’s hair back, before making sure the oversized shirt covered everything, but as he went to pull away, the Gorgon latched tightly onto his hand.
“C-cold,” Ender stuttered. “P-Please.”
Surprisingly, as he stared into the Cryptid’s wide, teary eyes, none of the usual awkwardness he felt at others crying rose up, just a much worse dull ache in his chest.
Flipping his hand, he lightly gripped Ender’s. “You are coming with us. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
With Cyrus carrying Ender, and the Gorgon holding onto one of Killian’s hands, they walked back through the halls, to the other ship. They found Soren still standing at the breach point. Severo, however, and everyone else they could see in the halls, were on the ground, fast asleep. His voice had carried to them, and likely through the rest of the ship. They’d be out for hours, but then, he supposed, everyone deserved a good—though, unfortunately for most, uncomfortable—night’s sleep after this.
The Harpy stared, his eyes locked on the Gorgon. There were tears trailing down his face, just as there had been when they’d left him.
“Ender,” Soren rasped, before rushing to say, “You didn’t hurt anyone! You didn’t…I promise!”
Ender whimpered, nodding as more tears broke free, before hiding his face against Cyrus' chest.
Ender tried willing the tears to stop, but they wouldn’t. Just like the trembling wouldn’t. What was he even doing? Ender should let go of the hand in his, he should get down… But…it was…warm…
None of it was right… Ender shouldn’t be here, doing this. These arms weren’t for him, and this hand wasn’t his to hold. Yet, he couldn’t seem to force himself to pull away, so instead, he clung.
Ender clutched tighter to the hand he shouldn’t be holding, while at the same time, he tried to plaster himself further against the chest he didn’t belong against.
It took an enormous amount of willpower to stop himself from begging for the Fate to come back when Cyrus sat him onthe bed and he lost whatever warmth he’d gained. His trembling worsened even more when Killian tugged his hand away. As Cyrus awkwardly stood beside the bed, the Siren disappeared into the bathroom, returning minutes later with a wet cloth.
Ender flinched as Killian started to clean his face.
“C-cold,” he sobbed, despite not wanting to admit a damn thing. His traitorous body reached for the Fate, seeking out a man he should hate. Ender should hate every single one of them…but he didn’t, because really his hatred was for one person.
As if waiting for him to lash out, Cyrus slowly slid onto the bed and carefully pulled him to his chest, until the Fate was more spooning him than anything. Ender pressed back against the man, trying to soak up the warmth when the Cryptid wrapped his arms fully around him. He just watched silently through the tears as Killian laid down beside him, facing towards him. One of the Siren’s arms slipped over his waist.
“I’m so tired…and c-cold. It’s like…th-they took it with them…my warmth,” he said mournfully.
“Your—” Cyrus took a deep breath, “—family?”
“Y-yes,” Ender sobbed. “My parents…friends… My husband, m-my—ah, my children!” A hard sob rocked his body, and his eyes closed as ice cold pain sliced through his chest, his children’s faces, their laughter, flashing in his mind.
Ender flinched back at the feel of a light touch on his cheek, and when he opened his eyes, he found Killian’s face even closer. The Siren lightly wiped a tear away. The other Cryptid’s eyes looked glossy, filled with sadness, as he stated, “You had children.”
Ender hiccupped and whimpered as he nodded. “My babies… He took my babies…”
As he continued to cry, the Siren moved closer still, and Ender found his face pressed into the crook of Killian’s neck.Both of them were wrapped around him, yet he was still so… “Cold,” he sobbed. “I’m so c-cold, pl-lease,” he begged, not even sure what he was begging for, but still, he did it again and again.
Ender shuddered, his eyes closing when the Siren pulled back and as light as a feather, pressed his lips against his. He almost moved closer for more, chasing the warmth he felt, but he jerked back in horror, sitting up on realizing what the hell he was doing.
“I-I…I-I.” His body became tense, and he slowly looked back over his shoulder at Cyrus, who had sat up as well, expecting to be hit at the very least. But as his eyes met the Fate’s, Cyrus’ face flushed, but clearly not in anger.
His tears were still trailing down, as Ender stared on, confused. But the confusion slipped away when the bigger man cupped one side of his face and leaned over him, pressing his lips to his, as he dragged him onto his lap at the same time. Once again, there was this warmth, but instead of pulling away this time, Ender let himself fall into it, kissing him back.
He let out a muffled moan into the Fate’s mouth. His heart sped up as he shuddered, while hands he knew to be Killian’s slid under his borrowed shirt, leaving a trail of heat as they went. His cock, that had already been hardening, stiffened fully as Cyrus used the opening to invade his mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, the Fate lifted him up, as if he weighed nothing, and settled him in his lap. The thin cloth of Cyrus’ pants did little to nothing to mask the very large hard length pressing against Ender’s bare ass. He felt slick begin to form at his hole, as he realized just how big the Fate actually was.
Ender arched, their kiss breaking on a whine, when Killian rolled one of his nipples in his hand. The Siren used the moment to tug off his shirt, and as it cleared his head, Ender found his eyes captured by Cyrus’ gaze. The look in the Fate’s eyes seemed too warm to be meant for him, and too much to handle, buthe found himself closing his eyes instead of turning away when Cyrus captured his mouth again.
Killian’s cockthrobbed hard as he watched Cyrus make out with Ender. As his gaze trailed from their tangled lips, over their joined bodies, he waited to feel jealous or uncomfortable that Cyrus was holding and touching someone else.
Yet, as he watched, Killian instead found he had to hold back his urge to lean forward and taste the Gorgon too. Cyrus’ much larger and darker muscular chest framed Ender’s paler one. Ender was already hard, his long, cut cock thick and hairless. It was possibly slightly wider than his own, but still smaller than what he knew was currently trapped underneath the man’s ass. Aside from the newly healed bullet wound that was still fresh and pink, there were various scars on the Gorgon, but the majority were so faded they were barely there.
Killian’s prick throbbed harder, as his urge to lean in and take the nipple he was lightly rolling between his fingers grew, to lick the chest his other hand was running up and down. Part of him desperately wanted to be between them, being touched by them both.
