Disclaimer: I do not own inFAMOUS: Second Son

Pairing: Delgenetch

Words: 1,192

Title: Picture Perfect

Rating: T+ (I don't write anything M-rated for sexual content, so I had to tweak this prompt a bit to make it safe, lol)

Prompt Requested by can-i-please-kiss-you-if-i (on Tumblr).: Delgenetch : As they live together, Eugene and Fetch happen to play a lot together at a particular video game but Delsin isn't much into this one so when he gets bored and assumes they played long enough he tries to lead them into bedroom fun. Most of the time, Eugene gives up easily as Delsin breathes on his neck but fetch doesn't so she comes to the bedroom ten minutes later as they're already busy and watches, sometimes taking pictures and making fun of their blushing faces.

Chapter: 2-Picture Perfect

"C'mooooon," she heard Delsin whine from behind the couch from where he had draped his arms, "You guys have been playing for, like, forever. What about me, huh? What about poor neglected Delsin?"

"Poor neglected Delsin is doin' a poor job of neglecting his boredom," Fetch shot back, not looking away from the screen as her avatar actually managed to land a hit on the stupid dragon she and Eugene had been trying to kill for the last hour. "I'm sure you can keep yourself entertained for another half hour at the least."

It was Saturday night, and Fetch and Eugene were playing their favorite video game, Call of the Mages. (1) Fetch really wasn't one for video games, but when Eugene had convinced her to play for a little while last month she had become hooked. It also helped that the avatar she had customized had the power of very colorful light magic, similar to her own neon powers. Ever since last month, it had become their routine to game for a little while every Saturday night.

Consequently, it had also become a routine for Delsin to vocalize his complaints about being a neglected boyfriend every Saturday night.

A male scream of horror rang from the television has Eugene's character took a critical hit, costing him his second-to-last life and leaving him with just one left. The blonde swore and Fetch snorted, amused by the gamer's language. Eugene rarely ever swore, only doing so when the game he was playing got very intense, or when he was very, very mad…or during a really good night of passion with she and Delsin (with the stress on really good).

"We're almost done, Delsin," Eugene said, staring in pure concentration at the television screen. He did not have his hood up, which was actually happening more and more frequently as of late, to Fetch's and Delsin's pure delight. "Really, just give us a couple more minutes or something. We're almost—dammit—done." His character made a quick dodge from a large mouthful of bright orange and red fire.

Delsin groaned in exaggeration, then put a hand to his forehead in a 'woe is me' manner. "I could waste away and you guys wouldn't even care." He started making his way to the bedroom—their bedroom. "Hmph, fine then. See if I care," he sniffed indignantly—all totally fake from what Fetch could tell—and turned on his heel, walking to the bedroom.

A pained draconic roar echoed throughout the domain as they finally killed the dragon, collecting their treasure and XP. A victory themed thirty-second score of music drifted in their ears.

"Do you think we should so check on him now since we've finally killed the dragon?

"Nah, he'll be fine. D's just bein' a primadonna." Fetch rolled her eyes. "It's just like every week."

"True."

And exactly ten minutes later, Delsin had crept up behind the couch once again, a lot like a cat. Though instead of draping his arms over the back of the couch, this time he slunk over to and above Eugene and laid his arms on his shoulder, burying his face into the blonde's neck. From the corner of her eye she could see Eugene shiver as Delsin spoke against his neck. She knew from experience that the smoke-Conduit could be very warm if he wanted to. "Eugene~. You're basically done playing the game. Don't you want to play with me~?" Delsin often went after Eugene first to get what he wanted since Fetch had a high tolerance for his flirting.

"D-Delsin, stop. I'm trying to game here."

"Oh?" Delsin asked in fake surprise. "Am I," he chuckled in a deep voice as he kissed Eugene's neck, "distracting you?"

Damn, he really is needy tonight, Fetch thought as she watched her boyfriends.

Eugene paused the game, saved it, then switched it to single-player mode. He threw his controller next to the television, and Fetch saw a light pink blush on his cheeks. He sprung up from the couch and tugged on Delsin's hand, saying, "Move. Now." She heard Delsin chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Eugene's waist and shifted both of them into smoke, dashing them into the bedroom. (2)

Fetch rolled her eyes as she smiled fondly. Those two. She continued playing Call of the mages before her avatar died via decapitation, and she saved the game and turned off the console and television. By the sounds of Delsin's deep baritone and Eugene's light tenor, they were getting busy without her and she didn't want to be left out. When she got to their bedroom, she leaned against the door and looked at her shitless, but not pantsless, boyfriends with upturned lips. She felt privileged that she was the only one to see them like this, completely relaxed, comfortable, and damn beautiful. Eugene was often nervous and fidgety (even though he was getting better) in the general public and was only ever totally comfortable with Delsin and herself. Delsin, while being all Mr. Macho man to the people, had to always be alert due to the D.U.P. and other Conduit-haters, and he could only tell and show how he was really feeling to she and Eugene.

A baritone moan floated though the air. "Eugene, God…"

"Delsin," Eugene sighed as he ran his hands through the Akomish's black hair.

Still leaning against the door, Fetch reached into her pocket and pulled out her purple phone. "And gift time for me," she said as she snapped a few photos.

As she lay in between her two sleeping boyfriends, she grabbed her phone and flicked through her photo gallery, smiling as she looked at the pictures. The first one was of Eugene and Delsin holding each other, rubbing their noses in an adorable Eskimo kiss. The next one was of Delsin with his head thrown back, showing off his very pretty neck and jaw that Fetch just wanted to kiss (especially on that one spot under his jaw that made him turn to smoky-mush. She wouldn't do so now since he was sleeping, but maybe when he got up she would. The third one showed of Eugene's mussed up hair and dark eyes as ran his fingers over Delsin's shoulders which had light wisps of black smoke curling off of them. (3) This was one of Fetch's favorite pictures of Eugene because it showed Eugene's more relaxed and confidant side as opposed to his usual orderly, reserved side. The last one was her all-time favorite because it was of Delsin and Eugene staring at her—and her phone—with wide eyes of horror and brilliantly scarlet faces.

She let out a giggle-snort which made Delsin and Eugene stir and curl closer to her. Fetch covered her mouth to prevent anymore noises from escaping before locking her phone and tucking it under her pillow. She closed her eyes and smiled, totally at ease with Eugene's arms around her waist and chin on her shoulder, her head on Delsin's chest, and all of their legs in a tangle underneath the sheets.

Her boys were hers alone, and they were picture perfect.

Published: 7/1/14

A/N: Aww, no one left a review for last chapter? :( Please review so I can know how I'm doing (or if you want to suggest some prompts)!

(1) I totally made up this game.

(2) Headcanon: Delsin spends so much time with Fetch and Eugene (and their powers), that he's gained the ability to carry those two in his smoke (or neon or video) form—just those two, not anyone else, though.

(3) Other Headcanon: when they get a little too…excited, they start to lose control over their powers/their powers start o radiate from them.