"You're a fucking asshole," Mikey screamed as he threw anything he could get his hands on. Pete successfully blocked the items while holding a blanket against his naked body. 

"Babe, it's not what it looks like." Mikey laughed before staring at Pete in disbelief.

"Oh really? So I didn't just walk in on my boyfriend sleeping with another man?" Pete glanced at the other man who was frantically putting on his clothes, trying to leave as fast as he could. "You're such a fucking whore! I knew I should've left your ass a long time ago." Mikey turned his back and walked out of the room.

Pete pulled on some pants and ran after him. "Mikey, don't leave." Mikey stopped and turned his head to look at Pete. He had tears streaming down his face. Pete winced at Mikey's hurt expression. He only saw their relationship as temporary, but he knew Mikey loved him. He didn't feel the same way, but he didn't want him to leave. 

"Where are you even going?" Pete questioned as he took a step closer to the younger boy. Mikey stood with his head down. "We can work this out if you just stay." Pete stood in front of Mikey. Looking down at the boy, Pete knew he wasn't finished having fun with him yet. "You know I need you."  

Mikey looked up at Pete. His bottom lip trembled as he tried to stop his crying. Pete smiled and Mikey felt his heart constrict. He saw Pete leaning in and automatically leaned in also. He felt the man's breath against his face and stopped. He moved away, quickly putting distance between the two.

"No," he whispered while shaking his head. "You can't do this to me anymore." Mikey turned his back and walked out the door. Pete stood frozen in shock. He didn't expect Mikey to actually leave him. He'd been able to convince the boy to stay every time. He ignored the ping of rejection in his chest. He didn't like that feeling at all. 

With a sigh, Pete went back to his room. He plopped on his bed and threw his hands over his face. He groaned in frustration. He felt the bed dip down next to his feet. Thinking it was the man he brought home, he ignored it. 

"Don't tell me you didn't see that coming." Pete sat up to glare at the man who's name he didn't bother to remember. The color drained from his face when he saw that man was gone and a different man was sitting at the foot of his bed. 

Pete's body jerked back, slamming against the head board when he noticed another man sitting on his dresser, leaning against the mirror. His head swiveled back and forth between the two. His heart pounded in his chest as the two stared at him with expressionless faces, almost as if they expected this reaction and were waiting for it to be over. 

They were both dressed similarly, only differing in color. They had dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up, ties hanging loosely off their necks, skinny jeans and sneakers. The one on the bed was dressed entirely in white. The other man was in all black, but had on a red tie, making it the only color that was different from the rest of the outfit. 

The man in white had his brown hair tousled everywhere, making it look like he just climbed out of bed. The other had the sides of his hair cut short, while the long hair on top was trained back, no doubt from him constantly combing it back with his hand. He gave Pete a sexy bad boy vibe while the other radiated a more innocent charm. 

They were both incredibly attractive and Pete felt himself staring a little too long. When he finally stopped himself from admiring the two, he took notice of the mass of feathers coming out from each of the men's backs. The color of the wings corresponded with their outfits. Pete couldn't imagine how far they span when they weren't folded obediently behind their owners' bodies. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Pete asked, remembering that he should be afraid of the two, no matter how good looking they were. The white dressed man shot a glare at the other.

"I told you he wouldn't be able to handle this. Look how terrified he is." The other rose his hands in surrender.

"I didn't know he was gonna be a little bitch about it. That's my bad. Sorry babe." The man in white scoffed.

"Sorry my ass. I knew this was a terrible idea. Why did I let you talk me into doing this?" 

"Cause you love me." The man in black smirked, receiving another glare. "And you were tired of him aways listening to me and thought this would make a difference." Pete sat and watched the two banter back and forth. 

"You're an asshole."

"And you.."

"Hello! Is anyone going to tell me what the hell's going on?" The man on the dresser crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, not liking his argument being cut short. 

"Think of us as the little angel and devil on your shoulders, telling you what to do and what not to do." Pete looked at his shoulders before looking at the man on the bed for a better explanation. The man was looking at the other annoyed.

"So you're like my conscience," Pete asked directing his question to the one in white. The man gave Pete a sympathetic smile. He nodded then shook his head before ending with a shrug. "Well that just clears everything right up. Thanks for that," Pete said sarcastically. 

Pete noticed black wings twitch in anger from the corner of his eye. When Pete flinched, the man on the bed shot a warning look at the other. The black wings calmly pressed against the man's back. Pete kept his gaze on the man in white as he sighed and came up with an answer.

"It's more complicated than that, but if you simplify it down I guess you could say we're like your conscience, the angel and devil, good and bad, temptation and reason. But like I said that's simplifying it." Pete nodded, starting to understand what was going on. 

"Alright... So, um, Angel."

"Ryan," the man in white corrected.

"Right, Ryan." Pete cleared his throat. "Why exactly are you guys here?" 

"Well, genius over here," Ryan jutted his thumb to the man on the dresser who gave a faux bow, "has been getting you in a lot of trouble, so we thought coming would give us both a chance to be heard." Pete looked confused and Ryan sighed.

"Okay so I'm the reason you were able to get that sweet boy to go out with you in the first place. He's the reason you cheated and lost him." Pete scoffed. He didn't have Mikey now because he didn't want to have the boy around. "No, this doof is the one who gets you to think that way. And before you ask, yes we know what you're thinking." 

The man in black pushed off the dresser and decided to intervene. "Hey! Mikey hadn't put out in weeks. Pete needed to get laid and that man practically begged to sleep with him." Ryan stood up and faced the other. 

"So that makes it okay? So typically of you, you fucking horndog."  The two were face to face, glaring angrily at each other.

"You're just jealous that I keep winning." Pete saw Ryan's wings twitch in anger like he saw the other's do earlier. 

"You're a real pain in my ass. You know that?" The man wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist and smirked.

"I don't hear you complaining when you're moaning my name." Ryan pushed the other away and turned around, crossing his arms. His wings were tense as Ryan tried to keep them pressed against his body. 

"Oh come on baby. Don't get like that. You know I was just playing." Ryan's wings calmed the slightest bit. The man in black moved around to stand in front of Ryan. He placed his hand under Ryan's chin, tilting his head up so they locked eyes. "Perdóname, mi amor." 

All the tension released from Ryan's wings as he failed to stop the smile spreading across his face. "I hate you," Ryan whispered. The man shook his head as he smiled and kissed Ryan's lips softly. Pete grew more confused during the whole interaction. He cleared his throat to get the pair's attention.

"Okay, am I missing something here? Are you two like a thing or something? I thought the devil and angel were supposed to hate each other." Pete gestured to the two in each other's arms. They shared a look before turning back to Pete.

"It's complicated," they answered in unison. Pete dropped his head in his hands. This wasn't happening. He was drunk from earlier. He was dreaming. He was going crazy. 

"Brendon stop," Ryan giggled. Pete peeked up to see Brendon's lips attached to Ryan's neck. Ryan feebly pushed against Brendon's chest, both shining the biggest smiles on their faces. 

Crazy.

Pete thought to himself. He was definitely crazy. 

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New fanfic, first Peterick! Not gonna update as fast as I did the previous story. Let me know how it's going so far. If you haven't read The Waiter and The Musician, go check it out if you're into Ryden and tell me what you think. I'm pretty happy with it as my first story. It's currently #1 under Ryden so that's a bonus. Let's see how long that lasts. Anyways, love you my vros! Enjoy!