20 Not only Fallan

Davy opened his eyes slightly while still not fully awake. The hazy vision moves around before coming to a halt. His eyes instantly open wide, fully awake this time. Fuck, he stared at the person sleeping beside him. Davy had just leaned on his chest, and his arms were wrapped around Davy's stomach. Fallan... sleeping peacefully by his side

This was his first time waking up before Fallan, and thus his first time seeing his sleeping face. Davy noticed that Fallan maintained his calm demeanor even while sleeping peacefully and without making any noise. Davy fixed his gaze on the man.

A few moments later, a memory from last night resurfaces in his mind. He closed his eyes and screamed in his head. He was officially no longer a virgin, albeit only in the virtual world. However, it still counts! His innocence had been tainted, which he never regretted.

Laughing at this ridiculous thought, he opens his eyes again to find blue eyes quietly staring at him. Davy paused and parted his lips as crimson painted his cheeks.

"Are you awake?" Fallan inquired, his voice low. "Hungry?" the hoarse voice asked again, and damn, Davy's ears tingled from how sexy his deep voice was.

He nodded and buried his face in the other's chest, no longer daring to look Fallan in the eyes. How come he was so easily embarrassed these days? Fallan chuckled, his chest slightly vibrating. His back and head were caressed by a hand. "Hm, let's eat."

***

He gave Fallan a glance as he placed some food on Davy's plate, his movements always gentle and peaceful. Even though he was fine, Fallan only allows the food to be served in Davy's room. Davy was perfectly fine.

When he stood up earlier, he anticipated that his body and lower back would ache more in that location, making walking uncomfortable. He may not have had prior experience in the real world, but he knew that those on the receiving end would feel the consequences just as much. He turned out to be fine and capable of walking around, albeit a little tired. Then he realized that when he awoke, he didn't feel any pain either.

Fallan noticed his bewilderment and informed him that he had already performed healing magic on him the night before. So there's some sort of healing magic? That means... They could do it all night, and he'd run like nothing the next day? Davy immediately shut his thoughts; why was he already considering the convenience of healing magic for that activity? Damn, he really was going to hell.

"You're both already eating? Without telling us, this is unfair." As soon as a certain redhead entered the room, the silence was broken.

Davy looked up to see Draven pouting as if someone had stolen his lollipop. Lyle is standing next to him, his brow furrowed at Draven. Lyle's emerald eyes immediately searched for Davy, and their gazes soon met. Davy saw how those eyes sparkled and lit up when he saw him, and Lyle smiled softly. He practically runs towards him, hugging his neck.

He was now accustomed to Lyle's clingy nature, which he had always found endearing. The way his expression changed and blushed from time to time. Davy considers him to be a puppy, a loyal and adorable puppy.

Davy didn't mind Draven being dramatic as usual and smiled at Lyle, "Let's eat?" The latter enthusiastically nodded.

He pulled away from Davy as he sat beside him, picking up some food after getting his plate. Davy cast a thoughtful glance at the food. The food was obviously too much for both of them. The extra plates revealed to him that Fallan had predicted their arrival. Draven finally gave up after realizing no one was listening to him and invited himself in. Sitting directly in front of Davy's seat.

Food piled up on his plate almost immediately, as if he hadn't just spouted some nonsense. Davy was already aware of Draven's voracious appetite. He also eats a wide variety of dishes, which made Davy wonder if he could eat a full-size dragon at this point.

They all ate in silence for a few minutes, and Draven, as usual, ruined it.

Sharp eyes squinted, "Did our sleeping beauty get a good night's sleep last night?" tone a little sarcastic, his voice loud, which already was his default voice.

Davy raised his head as he heard this. Draven's teasing grin immediately appeared. His brows raised as if he knew what he did the night before. Davy's cheeks burned as he looked over at Fallan, whose lips curved into a slight smile. Davy swallowed, then glared at Draven which comes off as a coy expression.

Draven burst out laughing, and Lyle followed suit. Davy looked at Lyle in disbelief. Was he laughing at him as well? Lyle coughed and hugged him as an apology. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh."

Davy honestly finds it difficult to be angry at Lyle. Even if he wanted to be angry at Lyle, just by looking at his soft and pretty face, Davy's anger would vanish in an instant.

"I'm not angry at you," he assured Lyle before he turned to Fallan and glanced at Draven. While he couldn't beat Draven, that didn't mean no one else could.

When Fallan noticed him hinting with his eyes, the man shook his head slightly, and a small smile appeared on his calm face. He then looked at Draven, who pursed his lips, and his grin faded away. Davy smirked at him, not feeling much sympathy for him.

"Hm, he got a good night's sleep last night; now, shut up," Fallan said calmly, and Davy's smirk faded. This was not what he expected. Why did Fallan appear to admit it rather than reprimand Draven as he desires?

He casts a resentful glance at Fallan. He thought he could rely on Fallan, and now Draven was gloating over him. Fallan's eyes flashed, he smiled then he shrugged. "I'm only being honest, right?" Davy couldn't even object.

***

"Is Fallan predicting it again, so he specifically told us not to go to your room? That selfish bastard," Draven complains about Fallan, having courage only when the man was not present. He sipped the juice while submerging his body in the water, only his chest was visible.

Hearing Draven's complaint about these things, Davy threw the glass he was holding at his face. He was the most foul-mouthed of the three, always saying things without hesitation. Davy's cheeks flushed as he was teased like this again. Unfortunately, Draven caught that glass reflexively, not even spilling its contents.

"Can you please shut up?" he irritably asked.

Draven laughed, "What? I'm only saying the truth!" defending himself in such a righteous manner.

"It's called assumption, not truth, asshole," Davy sneered as he splashed him with water.

"I loved when you curse, baby," Draven laughed again.

In frustration, an arm snaked around his waist, embracing him from behind. He has completely forgotten what he was supposed to say. Davy leaned against his chest; his back instantly dampened.

"Draven's crazy... always has been," Lyle said quietly, his breath brushing against his ear.

"Fuck, you always slander me in front of our sleeping beauty," Draven grumbled, and the water splashed as Draven appeared to resume swimming.

Lyle laughed, his chest vibrating. "A loser," he says gently as if what he said wasn't all that bad. Davy always thought he was too soft for a Supreme, but that was a mistake because Fallan had that duality as well, especially in bed.

His cheeks flushed as he recalled this. Lyle's hand was on his stomach, stroking it. Davy was the only one who was fully clothed and only dipped his feet in the water. Compared to the two with only a small garment protecting the forbidden part of their bodies. With each passing minute, the atmosphere becomes more ambiguous. Davy no longer questioned or hesitated after fully accepting his present the night before, having opened his mind to the possibility that this might have been his final moment.

If it had been before, he might have been arguing with his rational self and desire. He chose to embrace anything and forget about reality. Davy didn't mind if it was twisted. In any case, he never knew what would happen to him.

A hand from underwater touched his foot in the midst of his thoughts, and his eyes widened. And then someone grabs him in an instant. Davy screamed as he and Lyle both fell into the water. His eyes closed as he grabbed Lyle's arms to support himself.

Laughter breaks out, hugging him from behind. He is now trapped between the two men. Their warmth engulfed his entire being. His heartbeats quickened as he felt their hot breaths, the water causing his mind to float a little higher than usual. He raised his gaze to meet Draven's dark pupils.

A smile flashed in those eyes, hunger creeping from within, as Lyle kissed his shoulder. A new kind of excitement formed within him.

Davy leaned his entire weight and didn't even bother trying to swim, instead relying on the water and the two to keep him afloat. He looked at Draven directly, not as intimidated as he had been with Fallan.

"You're such a fucking jerk," he cursed, firmly pinching Draven's side, causing his lips to twitch. Lyle laughed quietly, his chest vibrating as the water rippled around him.

Draven, as usual, was unaffected. His grin even widened, and he pecked Davy so quickly that he couldn't react.

"I kinda like this personality of yours, so spicy," Draven said, arching his brows playfully.

"I always love any of your personalities," Lyle cut in, his embrace tightening and his head buried between Davy's shoulder and neck. Davy was no longer embarrassed by intimate acts that used to embarrass him. His neck leaned to the side, letting Lyle in.

Draven stands in front of him, seemingly unconcerned about their position. As if there was nothing wrong with their current posture and it was perfectly normal.

Curiosity flashed through his black-golden pupils as he raised his brows. "My personalities?"

"You actually have a lot," Draven smirked, Davy unsure whether he was joking or serious. Draven had always been like that. Still, he almost mishears a double meaning.

Davy knitted his brows, not understanding what he meant.

"You're always you," Lyle continued from Draven, his head buried between Davy's raised shoulders. Davy lifted his gaze, slightly leaning his head, and met Lyle's emerald eyes without turning his body. Lyle's eyes were full of emotions, speaking in a language Davy had yet to learn. "It's okay to be confused; being lost isn't necessarily a bad thing; you'll find your way eventually."

Davy's heart skipped a beat as Lyle's statement hit him too hard. He parted his lips as he processed what Lyle had just said.

Someone leaned on him, forehead touching his shoulder, drawing Davy's attention. Draven lifted his head and stared at him with a rare serious expression. "We will always help you find a way,"

A way? Would he really have a chance to find it? Davy chuckled and laughed out loud, his eyes disappearing in the process.

"What kind of way, eh?" he asked, almost in a playful manner. Not quite sure if he believed Draven's words or perhaps since he long accepted his circumstances, so he could accept these words with an easy attitude.

Draven looked at him, unconcerned about his response. His deep black pupils stared at him intently, then he glanced at Lyle behind Davy's back and returned to him, a playful grin widening.

"How about we teach you a little?" paused, tone a little sensual, "What Fallan made you experience, we could do it as well..." His hand caressed his cheeks, and Lyle's fondled his stomach as if agreeing with Draven's words.

The two kinds of different feelings gave him anticipation he never knew he would have. Davy licked his lips, his buttocks rubbing against something as he leaned backward.

As the two's breathing slowed, he smiled seductively, pleased with his effect on them. "Really?" The tone was extremely provocative, low, and alluring.