Elliot Knight was still mortified that he had ever allowed Seymour Smith to decide his usually black outfit- instead of his usual dishevelled tank top and loose shorts, he was horribly wearing a pink, baggy t-shirt tucked in tight denim shorts that went straight down half way to Kyd Wykkyd's thighs. Unfortunately, he had also been forced to contend with Seymour shoving on baby blue canvas shoes on him; wrenching his long, black hair into messy bun and securing it with a stupid, floral scrunchie; horrendously making Kyd wear stupid jewellery from Jinx's vast supply. Truthfully, Seemore had mercilessly pestered Elliot to such an incessant extent, he had entirely (though grudgingly of course) agreed, though comprising only for today.
Only to be regretting even that.
Kyd looked absolutely ridiculous as he sat cantankerously with sullenly crossed arms on the comfy sofa, yet nobody dared laugh or comment- they of course valued their own life too much. Elliot was glaring frighteningly harshly at the unintriguing wall with a moody pout, his usually colourless cheeks flooding with a humiliated red. Seymour would probably adore this.
Subsequently, Seemore meandered inside the Hive Five's spacious living room, scowling embarrassedly.
Oh yes. Kyd had also added to the humiliating compromise that he himself gets to pick Seymour's own outfit for the day.
Therefore, Seemore was attempting urgently to obscure the noticeable fact he was in a loose, black tank top draping unfashionably over tight, black jeans and had generic (yep, you guessed) black trainers. The fatuous tank top continually slipped off his small shoulders, which vehemently piqued and humiliated Seemore. He looked awful, just as his cowering tensely and self conscious mutterings implied easily.
Elliot smiled triumphantly at his clear victory, before teleporting effortlessly besides Seymour, cuddling him warmly from behind. Seemore groaned exasperatedly, blushing contentedly, furtively pleasedly feeling Kyd lovingly nuzzle his pale face into the crook of Seymour's neck. Elliot sighed relievedly, delicately squeezing Seemore's skinny waist before squishing Seemore in an almost too tight hug, simultaneously dragging them both away from the spacious living room, Seymour defencelessly ensnared in his taller boyfriend's lanky arms. Unfortunately, all he could possibly do was blush satisfiedly, giggle sweetly and hunch closer. Kyd lightly kissed Seemore's blushing cheek, feeling Seyour melt longingly, fervently yearning for more. Elliot teleported instead in front of Seemore (both boys adamantly ignoring the hushed, awkward whispers from the rest of the Hive Five) and leaned downwards, tenderly cupping Seymour's face in his pale hands and bringing him closer slowly. Seymour closed his large eye trustingly, leaning closer to when-
"Hey, sorry to interrupt and all, but weren't we planning a heist?,"Jinx laughed nervously, tensing warily.
Seemore blushed profusely from where he was inches away from Kyd, stiffening embarrassedly. Elliot merely just glared harshly in their direction before resolutely ignoring their sheepish discomfort and pressed his own lips to Seymour's softly, one of his hands on Seemore's skinny waist, the other on the nape of his neck. Seymour quivered pleasedly, placing his own smaller hands on Kyd's lissom chest, feeling himself burn up with lovesick pleasure. He released a hitched breath as Elliot pulled away slowly, vehemently savouring his smaller partner's contented daze. Seemore giggled sweetly soon afterwards, smiling brightly as he guided Kyd along by the hand to the comfy sofa, too distracted by their warm affection to feel resentful about their switched style of outfit. Elliot gazed admiringly at Seymour, beaming lovingly at him- a complete different picture to him leering frighteningly at the Hive Five, who were already trembling fearfully. Kyd sat down grudgingly as far from Jinx, Mammoth and Gizmo as possible, hissing loathingly, only to them smile pleasedly as Seemore nestled comfortably into Elliot's larger side, blushing prettily as he felt Kyd wrap him closer tenderly. Jinx shakily cleared her throat, scarcely able to meet Elliot's withering glare without cowering away.
Okay, maybe Elliot revelled his present power over them all.
Jinx smiled weakly at them all, obvious strain clear in each of their faces except Seymour and Kyd of course.
"Okay, well, I hope we can agree on our plan again like last time… even with new... faces. And, err, Wykkyd, do you mind… not making death threats to us everytime Seemore isn't with you?,"she requested nervously, meandering tensely to the vast screen in front.
"No, you little witch, I can do whatever I want. You remember that all I need to do is teleport besides you and press on the nerve cluster on your neck and, duh, your dead?,"Kyd snarled ferociously, glowering harshly.
"Ah, o-oh ok-okay!,"Jinx spluttered witlessly.
"Yes! Need me to show an example using Gizmo?,"Elliot spat viciously, a growing, malicious smirk spreading across his narrow face.
"Seemore, help!,"she squealed alarmedly, as Gizmo choked anxiously.
"Sure,"Seymour sighed exasperatedly, before muttering annoyedly,"For like the millionth time."
He shuffled to Kyd swiftly and rapidly grabbed Kyd downwards by the pink, baggy t-shirt, so that Elliot was softening caringly, staring softly at the smaller boy. Seemore rolled his large eye amusedly before pulling Kyd into a distracting, gentle kiss, immediately feeling all of the nagging tension leave Elliot, in a mere split second. Kyd's sharp mind blanked entirely so swiftly all he could muse about was Seemore, and Seemore only. Soon, Seymour peeled away gradually, seeing Kyd entirely dazed, rather than hostile, like he always had to be with others; Seemore grinned victoriously and nodded firmly to Jinx. Shakily, she started her intrepid heist plan, all the others paying rapt attention except Elliot of course. Kyd instead squeezed Seemore into him, smiling even wider as Seymour shuffled peacefully onto Elliot's larger lap, sitting comfortably. Evidently, Seemore knew he was just doing this to easily distract Kyd. Honestly, he had to everytime. But what other choice did he have? Let Elliot scare the daylights from Jinx, Mammoth and Gizmo or let Elliot be occupied with his own boyfriend? Honestly, Kyd preferred the latter option rather than the initial one.
"Hmm, I wish we could slip away, this is boring,"Elliot whispered pleadingly, his ostentatious hint extremely obvious.
"Awh, c'mon, Ellie, I need to focus on what's happening on our mission literally tomorrow,"Seemore snapped beggingly, looking up to see his Kyd pouting determinedly with…. That look.
Oh no.
"Catch me up soon!,"Seymour squealed abruptly to Jinx, only one second before-
Elliot Knight teleported them both to his gothic bedroom. Seemore sighed exasperatedly as Kyd Wykkyd peppered him with almost overwhelming affection. Yet, Seymour Smith supposed-
Elliot was such a difficult softie.
But he loved him with all his heart.