WARNING - SEXUAL CONTENT 18+

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Pop! Scorpius's head implodes, blood shooting out onto the dining hall tiles. I jerk awake, my heart racing and nausea curling a fist in my gut, terror gripping me so hard that I move to sit up. 

"Vi," Reid's voice is alarmed, "Vi." He lifts his arm from around me, unsure of whether I want space, but I swallow a gulp of air, placing my hand on his to prevent him from leaving.

Our room is cast in the dull glow of moonlight.

I exhale slightly, my heart rate reducing to a sickeningly heavy thump, thump... thump.

I can see it still. Mum, Tokyo, my uncle, Delilah, Scorpius, all lined up on the floor like Ezza. Pop!

The suite of victims is what disturbs me the most. What do they have in common? I can't understand why my mind would group them.

He nestles his head back into the pillows, closing his eyes like it'll ease his groggy mood.

"Sorry," I murmur, but he presses a kiss to my neck which effectively silences the onslaught of thoughts shooting around my head. I notice his breathing and the warmth that envelopes me. 

But then Reid comes to reality, and he unlaces his arm, clearing his throat. He scratches his cheek awkwardly, "my bad," he grins like his apology is half-baked. 

Guess it's better than Cola who used to kick in her sleep. It's the weird idiosyncrasies you learn about people that makes it harder to not know them anymore. 

I sit up, preparing to toss the covers back, but he stills my hand. "Who's Delilah?" He murmurs.

I grimace, embarrassment swamping me. I was talking, too? 

"You only said her name." He reassures. 

I frown, unable to track the irregularity. Why would I say her name? Over Tokyo or Scorpius? 

"I," I swallow, "Did I say anything about her?" I sink back into the mattress. 

"No."

"Delilah died three months ago. Scorpius loved her." I finally murmur.

"I'm sorry," He whispers, and we fall back into another lapse of silence. "You dream like that much?" Why do I wan' his arm around me again?

"Sometimes. Usually, just a few over and over." I admit. 

He hums his empathy, "Ditto."

Curiosity pinches me. "I guess, sometimes Scor..."

He doesn't say anything for a moment, "He means a lot to you," He remarks.

I hum, "He's perceptive. Just gets shit."

"Him the only one you dream about?" He tests, but I shake my head.

"No. I dream about my mum..." I avoid describing the macabre nightmares, "ever since I was a kid I had this one about her finding out about Tristen."

He frowns, "Was he the baby your parents lost at the beginning?"

I nod slightly, "Yeah, when the government dumped them in Lake Darling with the plague... Dad said losing him," the big brother I never met, "broke her." Needing to talk about something else I move on, "Sometimes it's happy dreams, like finding Tokyo..." I trail off. They're probably the saddest ones. "Mostly they make no sense."

"I dream about Kade," He murmurs with a heavy voice, "sometimes violent shit, like that fight at the end... but the dreams that really fuck with my head are when we share a cigarette... like, factory workers on a smoko." 

"Did you look up to him?" I always assumed that if Reid put Kade down then they must've been estranged, but my heart splinters at the dawning realisation that he and Kade could have had a brotherly relationship.

"He was eight years older than me, right piece of shit to be honest. Stole from mum, always doped up, scared Bloom a lot... but when I was a kid I hung off his arm."

"What was he like?" I murmur.

He inhales like he's trying to think, "Smart. Too smart for his own good... but he was also lazy, which made him bored and destructive. I was his little lackey, so everyday he'd decide what deviant bullshit we were gon' get up to, and, well, I'd tag along." He shakes his head.

I turn to look at him, studying his face. Silence follows, not really for any purpose, so he decides to finish his description. "When he lost Jasmine he done got twisted mean," [WARNING] neither of us mentions the nagging fact that Jasmine was also the girl that he raped. "I had to call the shot because he was gon' kill me and pimp Bloom out."

I know he's holding out on painting a real picture of Kade's character. At best he was a twisted gangster, but my heart clenches for the part of Reid that still loves him. 

He avoids my gaze like he don' wan' face my judgement. "Dad was gon' pimp me out." I snicker cruelly, but then my voice drops into honest remorse, "but somehow I miss him." I murmur, and he looks up, "can't justify who you love sometimes." I add softly. He studies me with dark eyes, and a blade of moonlight glints across his gold earrings before illuminating the cross tattooed beneath the ridge of his jaw. "I don' know how you were friends with Tokyo, he was so spoilt." I mumble.

He thinks for a moment, "Yeah, and he knew it, but he was the only person in the city who saw all my problems, and just, made them fine. Him and Elias."

I smile slightly, nodding against him. "E carries shit too, since his little brother and his mum. Guess that's why he's so good at picking up strays like you and me." I joke, and he snickers.

"Don' go makin' him no jesus, he's got a temper." He grins.

"Got it from him Nona." I quip.

He snickers, "No one could piss him off like Tokyo though. They used to bicker so much."

I laugh, "Yeah like when they started brawling and broke that fuckin' chair in the Patch."

"Oh, yeah," he remembers, "How'd that even start?" He shifts himself above me. I twist slightly, giving him silent permission to touch me. 

"E reckoned Tokyo snaked his dart then Tokyo started on that E snaked his girl cause he got with Gypsy at Zingers, next minute they done wrecked the best hangout in the city." The stupid memory makes me smile, but then Reid's brows shoot up and I look at him funny. "What?"

He snickers, hiding his face in my shirt for a moment. 

"What?" I push, already grinning.

"Was that really about Gypsy?" He wrinkles his nose, "Surely not, I thought that was when they refused to talk to each other."

"No, I remember. Tokyo swore left and right that he saw E on top of her, but E reckoned he was still with Shell-." I cut myself off when I realise his comical expression is one of guilt, "That was you?" I accuse, shocked.

He gives me a sheepish shrug, trying to defend himself, "Gypsy was feelin' me okay-."

I burst out laughing, "You let E take the fall!" 

He barks a laugh, spluttering, "What was I supposed to-.":

I smack his arm, "You should have fessed! I'm gon' tell Tokyo I swear to god-." I grimace, "Okay, Elias! I'm telling E tomorrow morning."

His laughter sobers into a grin, smiling down at me, "You're cute when you laugh."

I roll my eyes, smiling back at him, "You're a hoe."

"Last I checked you're the one with three boyfriends." He grins.

"Last I checked, it was four." I shrug, pretending to count, but he grabs my hand and laughs, tipping his head back like he's exasperated.

"Fuck you always have a reply for everything, huh?"

I shrug, grinning up at him, but then his attention falls to my lips and my heart catches. 

"How you gon' have me talkin' about Kade then laughing about Gypsy at Zingers?" He murmurs, amused.

"How you gon' make me interrogate Hito on things I don' know nothin' about?" I quip, but he encases the base of my jaw playfully, warning me that my attitude is gon' get me in trouble. His large hand is a teasing threat, but warmth fills me when I realise I want him to do more than tease. "Hm, Myers? You gon' make a habit of using me?" I push, and he applies a hint of pressure which makes me gasp.

He lowers himself, brushing our lips, "Fuck, Viper, you gon' talk about Tanaka while I'm on top of you?"

The distance between us hovers, but I run my hand along his forearm before threading our fingers. His choke hold is mild, but with my hand over his he can't back off, "you ever gon' do more than tease me?" I mutter.

His gaze darkens slightly as he observes my slender fingers, but then I tighten my grip, in turn forcing him to cage my throat with his large hand. A wildness sparks in his eyes, like hot coals flaring under the wind.

Reid pressures the distance, our lips touching but neither of us caving to the pull of a kiss.

Oh he's toying with me, this is outright embarrassing.

Angry, I dig my nails in. Reid rewards me by forcing my jaw up. I go still, the weight of the thud between my legs growing so intense that I adjust my hips to try and alleviate it.

Peck. He kisses my cheek, hovering there for a second before he lowers his lips beside my ear. "There." He releases my neck and the rush of blood that follows makes my head spin.

Am I flushed? I narrow my eyes in warning. A shiver of want pleasures through my navel."Kiss me, Reid." I murmur, and he holds my eyes with a defiant glare for a moment longer, resisting, until something gives out.

He closes the distance. My heart flips in my chest.

The soft, easy kiss makes my toes curl. I run my fingers through his shortcut hair. If he's starting slow he might actually be good.

Reid smiles against me, smug like he knows I like it.

He moves his thumb over my jaw lazily, angling my head so he can deepen the kiss.

I make a soft noise, pulsing my fingers into his forearm. He bites, cutting it short as he pulls away.

I catch his heavy grey-green eyes, utterly perplexed. He was so gentle.

"Come on, I been so good. Don' lemme ruin it two nights befor-."

I kiss him, and his smile broadens against my lips, letting me tilt his head so I can deepen the angle. His chain brushes my wrist. I push, trying to catch purchase on him but he restrains me playfully like he's holding himself out of reach to tease me.  

Frustrated, I grab the back of his head but he suddenly bucks into me, caging me against the mattress which forces me to open my legs around him. He liked that. The kiss stills, all jokes flying to the wind. He's on top of me, fully clothed, but it fills my head with ideas of what it'd really be like to be under him, and fuck do I want it.  

Every hard line of his body contradicts mine, but it fits. My heart thuds in my ears.

A wave of satisfaction crashes when his control slips and he angles my jaw, deepening the kiss until I'm nearly at his will.

He tongues me slow and hard, but when I try to retaliate, he grapples me for dominance. Just when I think I'm about to win he grabs my jaw and grinds me into the bed, using his hips to fuck me over the fabric. The feel of his hard grinding into me makes me ache for more.

Heat throbs through me and I make a soft noise, "fuck," I whisper when I realise how much trouble I'm in. But then he makes a throaty noise of satisfaction, and I surrender, opening the kiss entirely.

His hold on my ribs climbs and I break the contact to pry my top over my head, chucking it blindly, before we meet again. He bites my bottom lip, putting a hair of distance between us, but neither of us takes the opportunity to put some sense in the gap between our lips. 

His chest rises and falls, but he struggles to control it. "Please." I whine, but he shuts me up. It drives me mad, completely surrendering to him as he kisses me hard. When I run my hands down his abdomen and tug at his waistband, he braces his arm under me, lifting me so I'm seated around him.

The new angle works to my advantage. I tip his head back, splaying my hand across his jaw.  

My heart thumps when Reid unlatches my bra smoothly, and I shrug it off with a hint of urgency as I kiss him. He lifts me by my ass and tracks lovebites from my jaw down to my sternum, taking hold of my breast as he leaves an open bite on the other. He sucks hard enough for a pinching ache to blossom, but just when I'm certain he'll leave a mark he kisses the skin.

Reid trawls his hands down my ribs, around my waist, and then digs his fingers into my ass, making my stomach clench with anticipation. But then he dips both his hands beneath my waistband and angles me so I grate against his hard. My breathing spikes.  

I deepen the grind, letting a noise bubble out of my chest as I rub myself against his length. "Fuck, please ride later." He rasps with our lips inches apart, rocking my hips with his hands.

I nod, growing breathless. He arches his hips into the grind, pressuring my legs wider, making me feel him at my entrance. I gasp from the shockwave of pleasure it earns, making it his turn to look smug.

He covers my mouth, kissing me hard as he lowers me to the bed. I leave an open kiss against his neck, taking hold of his back when he settles his hips between my legs. The pressure of him over my clothes makes me ache. He runs his hands down my thighs, splaying my legs wider, biting my lip as he finds my waistband.

But he pulls away, breathing heavily. 

Shocked, I duck back, opening my eyes to find his lips agape like he's shocked at himself. He searches my eyes aimlessly, battling himself for a decision. Reid leans over me, but when I try to meet him he holds me back, drinking in a breath of air like it'll douse him in a bucket of sense. The space between our lips aches. "I'm gon' get you pregnant." He interrupts. 

Before I can say anything, Reid kisses me, but then he pushes himself off. 

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I don't even make it to the shower before I have my cock in my hand, gritting my jaw as I twist the tap urgently. The cold water spits all down my arm and I hiss, kicking my pants off before I practically chuck myself under the cold.  

"Fuck," I grate, hating when my chest tightens and I suck in a shallow breath, stirring the crack in my ribs. I bar my forearm on the wall and make myself duck my head under the icy water, trying to pull myself together.  

My heart pounds in my chest. I barely restrain myself from walking back in there and taking her for good. Fuck!

But after what Kenz said today... the fertility drugs have been making things mighty hard to get around. He knows four chicks who got the positive line, and all of their partners pulled out.

I jus' meant to kiss her, but then, I don' know. I lost my head.

I pump my hand up and down, the cold water making me hurt more for what I want... what Vi wants. I grin, letting myself bathe in the smug realisation that I was right the whole damn time. The princess of Lake Darling had a thirst for me.  

The water gushes down my neck and streams over my chest, icing me to the bone. Unable to pull my thoughts in line I cup my hands under the stream and splash the cold in my face, grimacing like I've just been slapped. 

I guess I was right... about how much I don' know, but, I knew she had fuck me eyes. I damn knew it. 

I'm so annoyed that I caved, but, I thought I'd be fine, you know? Like one kiss, sure maybe some fooling around, but at the end of the day I'd keep my head. Right? Fuck, I was wrong. The kiss didn't even heat up, it was just, a game, then, all or nothing. An' I swore I wasn't gon' risk getting her pregnant, no matter how much either of us wan' fuck.

I open my mouth, drinking down needy gulps before I brace my arms and let my head hang under the water. Does she think I'm being over cautious?

She was gon' let me gamble it, let me risk fucking up her future... but I couldn't. Why? Not giving a shit is my main operative. I don' do that, I don'... I don' pull the handbrake. It reveals too much. 

God damn it was gon' be the perfect hookup too. Not too emotional, no hooks. My mind races and I spin out, a millisecond of panic gripping me, before I grit my jaw.

I know it's toxic but, in my mind, if a woman chases me first an' if I warn them off by being a dick, then later along the line when I inevitably fuck up and hurt them, it's their fault... well, less my fault, because at least I warned them. Vi seems to get that perfectly fine. 

I never liked watching my mum's boyfriends fuck her over, and I never liked spinning game because, well, meaningless sex feels empty and lonely after a while and anything good needs intimacy. But intimacy is vulnerability, and vulnerability has always felt like asking to get hurt...

So, no matter how pussy it sounds, I've always been complacent about chicks. 

I don't initiate. I don't chase. I don't get jealous, and I've never had to tell myself no because the women I've been with always make a play for me first... and, I mean when a beautiful girl shoots her shot at me, who am I to say no? She knows what she's signing up for.

But that's what's wrong with this picture. 

Vi said yes. She said please, despite knowing what it meant. 

I look up at the freezing water. 

And I'm in here.

"Oh fuck, sake," I snap, realizing I've single-handedly killed my own buzz. 

I twist the tap off, roughing up my hair to get the water out before I shove it back and look at the ceiling, squeezing my eyes closed. I don't understand what hold she has over me, but I've never felt so haywire in front of someone. She's already seen me angry, and sullen, and argued with me, comforted me. I don't know how to explain it, but she's already seen sides of me that I don' like to show. Maybe it's because, I know her. Like I truly know her, because of the time I spent with her family. I-. I need to pull it together. I close the shower and pull a towel off the rack before I rub my hair dry.

How am I gon' go back in there? She's gon' think I actually give a shit about her—I mean, of course I do, but... but what if she gets it in her head that this is some fuckin' marriage proposal?

I was good to Cola once and I couldn't get her off my back for four years. 

That's unfair. Well... I tug my pants back on, glancing at the mirror. Last time I was with a chick I felt shitty after, but now I'm so wired that I look nervous. What's there to be nervous about? 

If I was another guy from Lake Darling I'd just be gassed up because I bagged the hottest chick in the city... but it's not about that with Vi. It never has been, ever since we were kids. I never liked her and god knows she despised me, but even despite that I still lost my shit at Tokyo when he told me he was leaving. He knew it'd hurt her.

I squint at the dark stubble along my jaw, fussing over my soaked hair to try and get it out of my eyes, before I check the bruises running all up my flank. Under my tattoos, they look less insidious but the dull ache in my ribs is gon' be a thorn in my side for a while. 

I inhale, the towel hanging limply in one hand as I inspect the damage Wilkes did, but then I glimpse a tiny mark at the base of my neck. I laugh slightly, leaning forward. 

Viper.

What if I go back in there and she's fuckin', cute, or can't stop smiling, or acts all smitten.

If she grills me about it, I'll just say I was thinking about my future. Because I don' wan' a kid. I didn't imagine her being taken away by the guards. I didn't imagine where they were taking her. "Yeah." I murmur as I hang the towel over the rack, before I flick some of the water off me, "Chill out, cunt." I add, adjusting my chain before I turn away. 

I open the door to see her sitting in my hoodie and some trackies on the bed. She looks up quickly, her pink lips parting and her brows loosening when she sees me.  

I don't fail to notice how her gaze dips, lingering on my body before she pulls her eyes away with a reticent swallow. Instantly the tension thickens, and I bite my cheek. She picks at her rings, twisting them so the stones face the way she likes. I scratch my neck as I approach her, taking a seat, but the mattress dips under me and we brush arms.  

Vi looks up quickly, feeling the water on her skin, "You took a cold shower?" Her dark eyes widen like she's surprised, her gaze finding mine when she realises why. 

I cough a laugh, then I clear my throat awkwardly, "Uh yeah." I cringe internally at the response... am I fifteen? 

"Did it help?" Her lips curl, and I narrow my eyes at her.  

"No." Two can play that. "Had to take matters into my own hands." 

Her brows shoot up, and she scratches her cheek, trying to hide the flush that runs up her neck like she didn't expect me to admit that I just shamelessly fucked myself in the other room. I nearly grin. I just made Violet Warrendale, the meanest girl in Lake Darling, blush.  

We fall silent and she looks around, drumming her fingers on her knee like an anxious kid who's about to get in trouble. It psyches me out. What is she thinking? She avoids my gaze, pressing her lips together before she sneaks a look at me, glancing at my wet hair which forms weak curls. 

I swallow down the rasp in my throat. Before I can say anything, the fidgeting gets to me, and I grab her knuckles, but then we gaze at the way my masculine hand encases her slender fingers.  

Vi slips her hand free and runs her fingers through her hair, "I'm gon' sleep." She mumbles, but, ironically, the slight rejection in her tone is like a breath of fresh air. 

I nod, following her lead and lifting the blanket.

She lies down with her back to me, and we fall quiet. I chew my lip, knowing I should say something, but after two seconds the covers rustle and something hits me in the face. I grab the fabric, looking to her in surprise, but she turns around the same moment I realise she threw my shirt at me. 

When I glance at my bare torso, I can't help but snicker. 

"Don' laugh at me," She tries, but a sliver of humour makes its way into her voice. After a moment, I sit up, focusing on turning the shirt out before I tug the black fabric over my shoulders, watching her.

Finally, I submit to the impulse and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her to my chest. She makes a noise of surprise, but then I kiss the patch of skin between her neck and her ear, "Don' be mad." I mumble. 

"No, I'm not, I get it. You don' wan' risk a kid." She answers honestly.

"Yeah," I murmur, but then a pang of disappointment hits me in the chest. Did she assume so little of me? That I was only looking out for my future? 

I nearly groan in self-directed frustration.

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