Musa and Riven 11: Secret Relationship

Rival gang AU

Content warning: mildly smutty


The abandoned car factory wasn't the most romantic place. Certainly not where Musa had ever expected to be having rendez-vous' with her lover. The place, even though it'd been deserted for close to twenty years now, smelled like a strange mixture of leather, chemicals and dust. Occasionally, the ghost smell of burning metal would tickle her nose, but those were rare. Besides, she spent most of her time coiled into Riven's side, enveloped by the fresh, woodsy scent of his aftershave or the sweetness of his sweat.

She walked through the building to the backroom where they spent most of what little, precious time they had together. Always Monday nights, sometimes Wednesdays if they were lucky. She hated sneaking around, but it was necessary. If her father, the president of Magix's Fallen Angels, found out his daughter was fucking – and in love with – the VP of their rival gang, The Dragon Riders, a war would break out between the two that would likely leave more dead bodies than she wanted to be responsible for.

No matter how hard she tried to keep quiet, her footsteps seemed to echo through the building. Every time they met up, she became paranoid. Musa was careful – more careful than she'd ever been about anything. She made sure to leave in the middle of the night once her father was asleep; made sure to always park her car a block away instead of in front of their house so that if he woke up he wouldn't see her leave; made sure that no one was watching her as she got in her car; made sure that no cars followed her when she got off the ramp that led to the near-deserted stretch of road where the factory was; and made sure to park her car inside the old employee indoor garage who's door that Riven had managed to fix so they could open and close it. All that effort – so much more effort than she ever thought she'd put into seeing a guy – just for a few hours by his side. And it was, in her opinion, more than worth it.

The door to the office where they spent their time was already open when she got there. Unlike the rest of the factory that was littered with trash, dirt and discarded production equipment, this office was in decent shape. It helped that Riven had taken the time to clean it when he had come across the area. There was a desk that faced towards the right wall, a torn black leather office chair, shelving and filing cabinets; all from the factory days, and all in surprisingly good condition. Riven had bought a loveseat for the corner of the office for them to cuddle up on a while back – that was the sole addition to the room. She would have preferred a bed so they could lie down, but there just wasn't enough space.

Musa paused by the office door. Riven, leaning against the front of the desk with his phone in hand, still hadn't noticed her arrival – she must not have been as loud as she thought – so she took a moment to drink him in. He was tall – significantly taller than her – with broad shoulders and a tapered waist. He always looked the same: dark wash jeans, a plain t-shirt and his leather jacket, the very one that told her she shouldn't be near him. His maroon hair was slicked back – partially by stylistic choice, but also because he had a habit of running his hand through his hair whenever he was thinking about something or uncomfortable – and he still had a scar along his cheekbone from a fight he'd been in two weeks earlier. She knew that under his clothes, adorning a body worthy of a god, were more scars and bruises from that fight and others past, and two gunshot wounds: one in his right shoulder and one just above his left hip bone.

"Waiting for someone?" she asked when she realised she'd been staring at him far longer than was normal. Riven's hand instinctively reached for the gun he kept tucked into the back of his jeans but stopped when he registered her voice. He looked at her over his shoulder and smiled brightly. His smile sent a bolt of lightning through Musa, awakening something deep in her. She returned his smile as she approached him, pulling off her own leather jacket. He mirrored her movements, tossing his jacket onto the desk where it landed on top of hers.

His lips were on hers within seconds, hungry and desperate. His hands wasted no time in making their way to her hips and pulling her as close to him as physically possible. Her own hands tangled in his hair, tugging lightly with every moan that escaped her lips. Riven backed her up against the wall, pressing himself into her. "You're late" he whispered, removing his lips from hers to trail kisses down her neck.

"Sorry" she managed between gentle moans and pleased sighs. "Dad went to bed a bit later than usual."

"Doesn't matter. You're here." His lips returned to hers, drowning her in desire. One of his hands wandered down from her shoulders to her chest, where his thumb brushed over her nipple lightly, sending a shiver through her, and down to the hem of her shirt. There was no pretense of modesty, no playfulness in the way Riven pulled the shirt off her. He knew what he wanted, and she was more than happy to give it to him. She hadn't bothered to put a bra on in her rush to get out of the house, and Riven smirked when he noticed. He ducked down to suck at her nipple, and Musa arched her back to make it easier for him.

Her hands ran along his back, digging into him with her nails, until they found the edge of his shirt and yanked it over his head in one swift movement. Her eyes drifted down to his perfectly sculpted abs as she ran her hand across them, feeling every groove and bump. She let her hands slide lower, giddiness and anticipation building with every second, until one was cupping and teasing his bulge and the other was fiddling with his pant button.

Musa could feel his eyes on her, and when she lifted her own to meet them, she found him watching her with a softness that made her feel like goo. "What?" she laughed, her voice coming out much breathier than she'd expected. Riven shook his head, pulling his eyes away from hers and whispering an almost inaudible nothing. When they'd first started doing this – whatever this was – Musa would get upset when he would do that. She thought he was hiding something from her. It had been two years since then, and she knew better now. Nothing didn't mean nothing; it meant I'm happy or you're perfect or, her favourite, I love you.


Riven pulled her onto the loveseat beside him and draped his arm around her shoulders. She leaned her head onto his shoulder, feeling it rise and fall in time with his chest and heavy breaths. Her finger trailed along his sweat-slicked chest, drawing figure eights. A smile was plastered on his face and his eyes were still glazed over from his orgasm. He was beautiful.

"I've been looking at Melody" he told her after a few minutes. She could feel his fingers ghosting over the angel wings tattooed on her back. He traced the wings every time they were together, and every time she wished they weren't there. Those wings represented a stupid, made up barrier keeping her from him, and she'd grown to despise them.

"Oh?" Musa raised her eyebrow as she tilted her head to look up at him. His eyes were focused on the dark office, but looked faraway from where they were. She loved his eyes. They were a deep shade of violet that swirled and danced every emotion he felt. He was her ticket into his soul and, now that she could figure them out, she never had to wonder if he truly loved her again. Until the day when those eyes wouldn't look at her like she was the sun, she knew he was hers just as much, if not more, than she was his.

"You told me you've always wanted to see the realm your mom was from. And I looked into it, there is no Dragon charter out there. You'll have to confirm about the Angels, but I couldn't find anything."

Musa sat upright, resting her palm flat against his chest. She searched his eyes for any hint of dishonesty or humour, but found none. "Really?" They'd talked about leaving Magix – getting away from the gang life and starting over somewhere – more times than she could count. Everywhere had been an idea: Solaria, Eraklyon, Andros, Melody, Zenith, Dalona, Oppositus. That's all they'd ever been, though, ideas.

"Yeah. I don't know what my future holds, but if it doesn't include you – all of you, not just secret meetings in the middle of the night in some shitty abandoned factory – I don't want it." Riven dropped his head onto the back of the couch and let it flop sideways to look at her. His hand caressed her cheek with a tenderness that she knew he reserved for her. Her hand lowered from his chest to trace the dragon's tail that coiled up his right leg, ending in a majestic magenta, blue and black dragon on his back. "I like Melody."

"Good" he smiled. "I've looked at real estate and I have enough money saved up that we can get a nice place of our own. We couldn't get anything big enough for a family in the city, but the suburbs are still really affordable."

"The suburbs? Are we the suburban type?" she laughed. "I mean, I'll have to learn to bake pies. And what the fuck does a PTA do?"

"Do you think we'll have to get a minivan?" he added, laughing at the snort that escaped her lips.

"Of course. How else are we gonna get the kids to soccer practice?"

"Fine, but I refuse to wear beige or polos. And I still want at least one bike."

"And I won't wear dresses or curl my hair. Plus I demand that you keep at least one jacket. You look too hot in leather to give it up entirely." Musa eyed the leather jackets crumpled on top of the desk. "Preferably one without a dragon on it."

"We're gonna scandalise the neighbours with our tattoos, leather jackets and motorcycles."

"That's fine. We'll probably be the coolest parents in the neighbourhood."

They fantasized about their life after escaping until Musa's alarm went off at 4:15, breaking them out of the dream bubble they created and forcing them to return to their real lives. They got dressed as slowly as possible, dragging out the time until they'd have to be apart again. Then, the lovers walked hand in hand through the factory to the garage.

When they reached their vehicles, Riven pulled her into a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, reciprocating the tightness of his around her waist. After pulling away before the kiss became too heavy, Riven laid his forehead against hers. "One month" he whispered. She looked up at him through the messy fringe on her forehead. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was drawn tight. "That's the goal. We leave in one month."

"Wait, really?" Musa pulled her head away from his as she batted her eyelashes in confusion. She never thought he'd actually want to leave Magix. "You're serious?"

"Yeah, are you not?" Riven furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw. She could feel his fists clenching on her back, and the doubt and hurt that sparked in his breathtaking eyes tore Musa to shreds, made her feel like she'd just stabbed the man she loved. "I'm in. I just never thought you would actually want to. I mean, the Dragons are your family."

"And the Angels are yours, but we can make our own family. One free of drugs and turf wars."

"Just pies, minivans and nosy, scandalised neighbours. Sounds perfect."

"Anywhere that you are is perfect" he whispered, pulling her back in and placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. They stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing in each other's scent and memorising every feature so they wouldn't forget them in the week until they could see each other again. Riven's alarm went off, alerting them that it was 4:45 and they had to leave now. He pulled her into one last kissed, far sweeter than any they'd shared in their two years together. It was full of promise and hope, something they'd never had before.

"I love you Musa."It was so rare to hear him say the words I love you that Musa cherished every single one. In their two years, he'd said it exactly twelve times. The first was a year ago when it had slipped out after they'd had sex. Not exactly romantic, but still very cute. "I love you too Riven."

They shared one more quick peck before Musa watched him take a seat on his bike and ride away. She got in her car and let out an elated sigh and took off, already counting down the days. All she had to do now was sit tight and not let anything slip. It couldn't be that hard; she'd already kept this secret for twenty-seven months. What was one more? She just had to make it through this one month without her excitement bubbling over and he would be all hers.