Bi_Boy_Bi

Quietmyth describes the poly ship as
A mentally ill snek
A bean with epilepsy
A kinky fucker
A traumatized emo

Is it true that you guys can't listen to Goner and Stressed Out the same way now because of me?

TRIGGER WARNINGS : PTSD, daddy issues, talks about the frickle frackle with the cream cheese bagels

Damien POV
"Rise and shine sunshine!" A cheerful voice cut through my sleep.

I opened my eyes but then my eyes were assault by bright sunlight streaming through the window. Evan was standing next to the window where he threw the curtains open.

"Shut those curtains right fucking now," Remus growled.

"Nope!" Evan answered with a laugh. "You two have already slept in till eleven am. Now it's time to wake up."

"This is bullshit!" Remus screeched, chucking a pillow at Evan. He dodged the pillow easily but then it hit Quinn. 

"What happened?" I mumbled, sitting up but instantly regretted it.

A pounding headache took over my head and I grimaced. This was going to be a bad migraine. I could already tell.

Evan and Quinn were standing next to the side of the bed.  Evan was wearing a big fluffy white sweater and pink leggings.  Quinn had on a grey sweater and black leggings. 

"Do you remember anything?" Evan asked, putting the back of his hand to my burning forehead."

His hand felt nice and cold. I leaned into his touch and whined when he pulled his hand away.  Evan then did the same to Remus who also reacted the same as I did. 

"Yeah the party,"  I answered slowly. 

Everything from last night started coming back in flashes.  Loosing track of Evan and Quinn.  Making out with Remus.  Fighting with Jackson.  Then having sex with Remus.

My face blushed bright red. I quickly looked under the covers to see that Remus and I were indeed naked.

"You don't regret it do you?" Remus asked softly, a genuinely worried look in his eyes. "You didn't only do it because of the alcohol."

"I don't regret it," I told him. I pushed my onto my side despite how it made my head pound in pain. "We're dating, why would I regret this?"

"I'm disgusting," He mumbled.

Remus has done this before. While he can tend to be vulgar and obnoxious, a lot of his self hatred comes from what Issac used to tell him.

"You're not disgusting,"  I told him. 

"That's not true,"  Quinn said. 

"Don't say that about yourself,"  Evan added.  "We all love you."

Remus smiled gratefully at us.  I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

"I'd hug you but you're naked,"  Evan grimaced. 

"Put clothes on,"  Quinn told us, tossing pajamas at us.

"Too bad you two couldn't join us,"  Remus teased with a shit eating grin.  He was quickly back to his confident ways. 

Both bottoms blushed and Evan even turned away. Quinn looked down, trying to hide his bright red face but then I noticed he was shaking.

"Are you two upset with us?"  I asked.  "We didn't mean to exclude you guys."

"Oh no, don't worry about that,"  Evan smiled.  "I don't want to...do the inappropriate thing...until I'm married."

"Ya can just say sex,"  Remus told him. 

"I'd rather not,"  Evan snuffed, turning his head up in disdain. 

"Do you even know how it works?"  Remus asked. 

"Not really,"  Evan shrugged.  "I was raised by two women who never gave me the talk and went to a catholic school that focused more on chastity than...the inappropriate thing."

"I couldn't live like that,"  Remus laughed.

"Quinn?" I asked. "You're not upset with us?"

"No, I'm not ready for something like that...it reminds me of what dad did," Quinn paused and shook his head as if to dislodge the memories.

"Shit, I'm so sorry baby," I told him.

"It's fine," Quinn smiled weakly.

"I'd give you a huge but my ass is numb," Remus laughed.

"Please put some clothes on," Evan begged.

"I'm guessing daddy kinks are of the table with you," Remus said, refusing to get dressed. I however slipped my boxers on underneath the blankets.

Quinn nodded 'yes' frantically, squeezing his eyes shut.  Remus frowned, realizing he was upsetting Quinn. 

"What did you two do at the party last night?"  I asked, changing subjects. 

"I had seizures so we had to hide in Remus's room and eventually slept,"  Evan answered in a passive aggressive tone.

"Shit,"  Remus sighed, flopping backwards onto the bed.

"I'm so sorry we weren't there," I told him, pulling Evan down into my lap. 

"It's fine,"  Evan sighed.  "Quinn helped me."

Remus grabbed Quinn and pulled him down into our pile.  For a while the four of us just laid there.  But then Quinn sat up.

"Put some damn clothes on Remus,"  Quinn told him.  "This is getting weird."

"Fine,"  Remus whined, dragging the word out.

Then he pushed the covers off and come play exposed himself. He started laughing with no shame whatsoever.

Quinn and Evan both shrieked in shock. The two covering their eyes and turning away. I laughed a bit too. After lasts nights events, I've seen every inch of Remus.

Remus pulled his boxers back on and then stood up on unsteady legs. Remus started pulling on his clothes from the party last night, now pulling leggings on underneath the skirt because of the chill today.  Evan handed me my bag with my normal clothes I brought for the party but never changed into.

"I'm starving,"  I mumbled.  "What about you Remus?  Or are you still full from how many times you sucked me off last night?"

Remus blushed bright red but laughed a bit.  His stomach growled in response.  Quinn buried his face in his hands, sighing loudly. 

"What does that mean?"  Evan asked. 

"I will gladly show you,"  Remus purred, gently grabbing Evan's chin. 

"I don't believe we're married yet,"  Evan told him, pulling away.

"Key word yet," I smirked, making the two beans blush.

"I can't believe I'm the one saying this," Remus said. "But can we stop talking about this and go get breakfast."

"It's technically lunch because of how late you two slept in," Quinn told him.

"I will eat your ass if you keep the sarcasm up emo," Remus threatened with a crazed smile.

"Oh my god stop!" Quinn whined, yet again hiding his face in his hands.

"What does that mean?" Evan whispered, leaning towards me.

"Nothing important buttercup," I told him, placing my hand on the back of his head and pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

"C'mon,"  I said while standing up.  "Breakfast time."

I pushed Evan and Quinn in front of me. We followed Remus downstairs. No one else seemed to be here. Roman and Virgil still dead asleep in Roman's room.

"Who can cook?" Remus asked. "Cause I can't."

"Not me and the stove and oven scare me," Quinn said quickly.

"Seriously?" I asked, giving me a disbelieving look.

"It's hot and dangerous and there's fire," He explained.

"I can cook," Evan sighed. "But this kitchen is an absolute mess."

We all looked around at the mess. Liquor and beer bottles everywhere. Stains and messes of god knows what on the floor. Red solo cups everywhere.

"I vote McDonald's," Remus suggested.

"Ew, that place is disgusting," Quinn grimaced.

"Yeah, McDonald's isn't good," Evan agreed.

Remus gasped in offense and placed a hand to his chest. He pretended to faint.

"You two wound me by saying that," Remus said from the floor.

"Tim Hortons?" I suggested, always having to play mediator.

"Donuts?" All three said at the same time with wide eyes.

"Sure," I laughed.

"Perfect," Remus laughed. "We can go get donuts and go to someone else's house and leave Roman to clean up."

"That's not nice," Evan complained.

"Well cleaning all this up is even worse than being nice," Remus told him.

"Being nice is not that bad," Evan chastised him.

"Evan, baby, buttercup," Remus sighed. "Niceness was not a gene I was born with."

"That's...that's not how genetics work," Quinn said softly.

But we all froze as the sound of the garage door opening echoed throughout the house. Then what sounded like people coming inside.

"Roman! Remus!" Yelled an angry Remus's mom. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HOUSE?!"

"Run!" Remus whisper yelled to all of us.

He herded us all to the backdoor and then we ran. Laughing our asses off while running around to the front of the house.

We all got into my car quickly. Evan and Quinn takin the backseat while Remus sat in the passenger seat.  For a while we couldn't stop laughing. 

"Okay let's get Tim Hortons and then we can all go to my house,"  I suggested. 

"Sounds like a plan,"  Evan said. 

I started my car and started driving to the Tim Hortons in town.  After a while, the sound of kissing game from the back seat. 

I looked in the review mirror to see Evan and Quinn making out.  Very passionately too.  Evan was practically in Quinn's lap but the seatbelt prevented that.

"You two having fun back there?"  I asked with a smirk.  The tow blushed but didn't stop.

"Hey!  No fair!"  Remus yelled.  He unbuckled his seat belt and tired to climb into the backseat. 

"Remus!"  I screamed, grabbing him by his shirt and trying to pull him back down.  "Sit the fuck down!  You're going to make us crash!"

While focusing on trying to stop Remus's I didn't notice the cars stopping in front of us.  I had to slam on the breaks to keep from hitting the car in front of me.

Remus went flying forewords into the dashboard.  He groaned and finally sat back down in his seat. 

"Oh my goodness!"  Evan exclaimed.

"Are you okay?"  Quinn asked worriedly. 

"As if my ass wasn't sore enough,"  Remus grumbled. 

"Assholes,"  I sighed, focusing on driving again.  "All of you."

"Lovable assholes,"  Remus corrected. 

I just sighed in response.  I've barely been awake for one hour and today has already been too chaotic for me. 

~•~

"That was harder than it needed to be,"  I sighed. 

"I wanted my fuckin' chocolate Timbits!"  Remus tried to defend himself. 

"That doesn't me climb over me to curse out the drive threw order thing when they told us they needed to make more,"  I argued.

"But it was fun,"  Remus tried to tell me. 

"You could've just settled for a chocolate donut," I suggested.

"Chocolate donuts are the best," Quinn told him happily.

"I'm just happy they had glazed donuts," Evan said, munching on one.

I unlocked the front door and held it open for the other three. We were still laughing and chatting all the way into the kitchen.

Mom was standing at the table. Her hand was resting against her forehead and she had obviously been crying. There was a man sitting at the head of the table.

"Mom," I said, getting her attention. "What's going on?"

"You really don't recognize me Dee?" The man said. "It's only been three years."

"What...?" I mumbled. Confusion filled me and Mom started crying more.

"You don't recognize your own father Dee?" The man said while turning around. He looked the same, yet older. There was a Cheshire smile on his face. "Surprise, I'm home."