"Do you have to go?" Tyrant whined.
Antithesis looked over his shoulder. Tyrant lay on his side, his head propped up on his arm and the sheets covering little more than his groin. He wore a pouty but somewhat seductive look on his face.
"Not necessarily," he said. "But I'd like to. He did make prison a little more bearable, after all."
"Mmm, but Spirits is a pussy…! You're a fag, Antithesis!"
"I know that. But I wanna branch out a little more with my knowledge of the area. I can't stay with you forever."
"Yeah, you can…" He crawled closer to Antithesis, the sheets still bunched around his groin, and hugged him from behind. "I like having you with me, baby." He kissed Antithesis's cheek. "Keeps me going."
"You'll be fine without me," Antithesis assured.
"Antithesis…" he whined. "Please…?"
He sighed and turned his head. "You'll be fine," he murmured. He pressed a kiss, brief and sweet, to Tyrant's lips. Tyrant responded easily, keeping his hold on Antithesis gentle and almost loving. He broke the kiss moments later. "I'll be back by morning. Mind if I take the ski?"
He shook his head. "I don't need to go anywhere."
Antithesis nodded once and kissed Tyrant's cheek, then rose from the bed. "I promise I won't wreck it."
Tyrant sat up and watched him as he dressed. Truth be told, Antithesis wasn't that excited to leave, either, nor was he proud of what he was about to do. Nevertheless, he needed it for his sanity's sake.
Once he was fully clothed, Antithesis snatched the keys to Tyrant's jet ski and left the bedroom. Having sex with him was nothing new, but the sex they'd just had felt...different. Somewhat gentler and more natural. Tyrant's reactions in general had progressed from ridiculously loud and undoubtedly fake to somewhat quiet and admittedly cute. His behavior had tamed, too. He'd become far less sporadic and volatile—at least, in private settings. He acted relatively "normal" around others; he only acted somewhat demure around Antithesis. He wasn't the only one who'd changed, either; nowadays, Antithesis found himself feeling a little more aroused before, during, and after sex with Tyrant. And their sex hadn't gotten much more passionate, either; if anything, it had tamed.
Thus he traveled to Lacks, a trip that took roughly half an hour. He docked the ski and followed the directions Spirits had given him earlier until he reached Adamsite. It was a decent-sized bar, and based on the lack of bright light and blaring music, it wasn't a nightclub. Just a bar. And, for tonight, a testing ground.
Antithesis stepped through the door and scanned the space. It was open, with a few tables scattered about before a main bar. Naturally, men filled the area, though occasionally Antithesis saw what he believed to be women among groups. Oh, women. They drifted around fags like flies about honey, and they acted as if they had a chance.
A man with thick, dark hair and dark blue attire slid up beside him. Clearly a bottom, he stood a few inches shorter than Antithesis and wore a little smirk.
"You look a little lost," he said in a sweet, mellifluous voice.
"I'm looking for someone," Antithesis replied.
"Oh? What a coincidence! I am, too." His smirk widened. "Although...I believe that I've just found who I was looking for…" He bit his lower lip and moved a bit closer.
Antithesis grasped his hand as it drifted toward his crotch. "I wouldn't be good for you," he murmured. "You're too innocent for my tastes."
"Oh, trust me, I'm not innocent," he laughed. "I love going rough. Especially when I'm completely helpless…"
"Antithesis!" a sweet voice called.
He looked over his shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief. Now dressed in somewhat formal attire—though his vest was bedazzled about the shoulders—Spirits approached with a bright smile on his face. Within moments, the man who had approached him slinked away.
"There you are."
"Sorry, I was chatting with someone. Seems you were, too."
"No, he was just trying to get laid."
"You're in no mood?"
He shook his head. "I just had it an hour or so ago."
"Ah...I see." He stepped a bit closer and clapped his hands. "Well, why don't we get a little more privacy? Table or bar?"
"Bar."
"Excellent choice." Spirits led him to the bar, and they slipped into two stools near the middle. "Up for anything?"
"Gimme your best."
With a nod, Spirits ordered something called Sunset Arrival, a drink that gradually faded from red to yellow in the glass. It was sweet and fruity, and it made his mouth tingle when he sipped.
"I've missed you a lot," Spirits said. "Have you been all right?"
"Mmm-hmm. It isn't as bad up here as I thought it'd be. Dangerous, definitely, but Tyrant's helped."
"That's good. And...what about your living situation? How's that?"
Antithesis scoffed. "Interesting. He's really childish and volatile, but he definitely knows what he's doing. I'm lucky that he didn't kill me when he first met me."
"Mmm. Nice to know, but that's not exactly what I meant." He leaned forward and smiled. "I meant romantically. How is that?"
"Oh. Well…" Antithesis thought for a few moments, then said, "He's very affectionate, though it seems fake most of the time. It was annoying at first, but gradually it's gotten better."
"And...sex?"
Antithesis smirked. "Very intense. He's by far the best lover that I've had."
"Lover? So there's romantic attraction?"
"No, nothing like that. On my end, anyway. I don't know about him."
"That's unfortunate. I was shocked about the murder for most of the meeting, but I did notice that he's affectionate with you."
"Yeah." Once he'd finished the drink off, Antithesis asked, "Do you happen to have a private lounge area?"
"Lounge area?"
"A bed, couch—something like that, but in a private way. I need to talk to you."
"Ah, okay. I have a couch in my office upstairs."
He allowed Spirits to lead him up the stairs and into a small but cozy office area. Sure enough, there was a decent-sized couch in the corner.
Spirits turned to him. "So what did you—?"
Antithesis cupped either of his cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss. Spirits' entire body froze, and he let out muffled noises of protest. Antithesis simply grasped the back of his head and wrapped an arm around his middle to keep him in place.
It took a few minutes, but eventually Spirits gave in. His body relaxed, and a little moan escaped from his throat. He wrapped his arms around Antithesis's neck and kissed back. All right, this was good. Arousal, excitement, anticipation...normal thus far…
Antithesis slipped his hand down and unbuttoned both his vest and shirt. Spirits was about the same size and stature as Tyrant, but based on the hardness pressing against his leg, Tyrant was bigger. It would do for now, though.
Antithesis broke the kiss and locked eyes with Spirits. "This is why I really came here," he murmured.
Broken from his daze, Spirits blinked and said, "Really? But...but Tyrant—"
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." He kissed Spirits again, briefer this time. "I just want to be close to you."
"Antithe—"
He kissed him again, harder this time, and led him back to the couch. Submissively, Spirits lay back on the cushions, pulling Antithesis down atop him. Antithesis reached into Spirits' pants and palmed his crotch, eliciting gasps from the ginger. He had the same tone of voice as Tyrant, but it wasn't as...sweet, persey. It didn't excite him as much. Not a good sign.
His responses in general were similar to Tyrant on the surface. He came relatively quickly; he clung to Antithesis desperately while he was fucked; his moans were high-pitched and creamy. In the end, all of those factors led to pleasure clinging to Antithesis, even as the duo lay with one another after orgasm.
Spirits lay curled atop Antithesis, his eyes closed and sweet vulnerability on his face. Antithesis held him loosely, but his expression wasn't nearly as pleased. Physically, yes, but emotionally, he was far from it. He reacted similarly to Tyrant, but they were by no means the same creature. No, Tyrant was far superior. Spirits sounded wonderful, but those sounds he made didn't arouse Antithesis the way Tyrant did. In fact, Spirits reminded Antithesis of someone he would've had sex with prior to Masaki—regardless of how much of a dick Masaki was. And now here Antithesis lay, his experiment over, and his worst fears confirmed.
He liked being with Tyrant.
"Hey," he murmured.
Spirits opened his eyes and glanced up. "Hmm?"
"Mind if I crash here for the night?"
"Not at all. Does Tyrant know where you are?"
Antithesis scoffed. "You act like he's my mother. Not the specifics, no. He just knows that I'm visiting you. I think he assumed that I would be in Lacks."
"Probably. Do you want left alone?"
He shrugged. "If you want."
"I actually need to go back down," he said, rising from Antithesis's hold. "Just to make sure my product doesn't get stolen. Ulterior will kill me if I waste profit."
This was true.
"I won't be a problem for you," Antithesis assured. "I may end up leaving earlier than tomorrow. Not sure yet."
"Feel free to come back whenever you please." He slipped on his clothes and smirked over his shoulder. "And do whatever you please, too."
Antithesis gave a wave in response, and Spirits left him.
