Nyx

[just_hex]

The moon would be full in two days and Hex was coming out of his skin. He knew Nyx could take a lot, but Hex had genuine concerns he might fuck him to death. Or pick a fight. He was so agitated that he decided to hit the gym hard and let Nyx get some much needed rest. His plan was to come home with dinner. He was on the treadmill having sick fantasies about a rotisserie chicken and a baguette.

When he felt a bit better, a bit of energy burnt off between a run and a lot of weights, Hex hit the shower and cleaned up to head home to Nyx. He stopped on the way to buy some flowers from a street vendor for Nyx and was admiring them when a woman came close. He heard her, then smelled her, then turned to look into frightened eyes.

Help me she mouthed at him and his senses went on high alert. All that time in the gym was for nothing. He gave her a nod and started scanning behind her. He didn't need to search. A chavvy bloke with stubble and a stupid hat walked up boldly, not even half Hex's size.

"You dumb bitch, get back here," he said, close enough to reach for her. Hex remembered strong arming her behind him and stepping forward...

* * *

Nyx's phone rang, the ID flashing Police. Hex sat by the sergeant's desk in cuffs, wrists and ankles, and those connected by a chain so short he needed to lean forward.

"I can try Dess again, Hex," the man offered. "I think it might go to voicemail. Do you have a third try?"

Hex heard the tone ring again, his stomach squirming.

"No, he'll answer," he wished.

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[just_hex]

"I know," he laughed.

Hex set him down again, but only to take Nyx's face in both hands to kiss him deeply.

"Tell me you want him and you can go," he whispered into the kiss.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx was so weak when it came to pleasure, but not when it came to Will.

"It's not about want, not even love. It's so much deeper than that with Willy," he tried to explain. "There aren't words for it in your language."

[just_hex]

Hex heard him through the noise of his hunger and he let go. Brows pinched in, he blinked a couple times.

"I didn't realize it was like that," he said quietly.

[tempting_the_fates]

"We're bonded," Nyx tried to explain. "It doesn't lessen how I feel about you, I just- I just need you to understand that Will and I have a rare connection. It keeps us orbiting one another."

[just_hex]

Hex thought about that for a moment, and as he did, his touch slowly slid away.

"Should I even be here?" Hex asked. "I don't want to cause trouble, Nyx. I could...not?"

[tempting_the_fates]

"You're not causing trouble," Nyx said, and he genuinely believed that. He'd had so many lovers over the years, and none had been an issue.

"Hex, he picked you because he knew I'd like you. To me, you're a lover, a friend, a playmate- To Willy you're... A babysitter, I suppose. You're here to keep me out of trouble in his eyes. Just know that I don't see you like that. ...I like you. I love you."

[just_hex]

Hex smiled at that, slowly at first, but in the end it was bright enough to light the room.

"I love you, too. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he replied.

[tempting_the_fates]

And he loved that about Hex, he didn't need pages of lore explaining how nymphs were, didn't ask a million questions, he just... He understood somehow.

Nyx smilled, hugging him tight.

[just_hex]

Hex hugged him tightly in return, groaning a bit.

"Oh my god, I love you," he groaned.

He buried his face in Nyx's hair and inhaled.

"I get it, yeah? He's your person. That's what Dess calls Mack. Don't matter who they play around with. End of the story is they're forever. I think you're lucky. It's rare," he told him as he let him go.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Right, yes, but-"

But what if you're my person too? he wanted to ask.

"...But I've never felt like this about another lover, Hex," he admitted quietly.

[just_hex]

"Will that be a problem?" Hex asked, real concern in his eyes when he let go his embrace to look at him. "I don't want to be a problem, Nyx."

[tempting_the_fates]

"No. ...I mean, I don't know. I don't think so..." Nyx said, genuinely unsure how to navigate this.

[just_hex]

Hex didn't know either, and so he simply shrugged.

"We should figger it out, yeah?" he said. "Talk to him. Maybe?"

[tempting_the_fates]

"Maybe. ...Like I said, I'm going to stay with him tonight," Nyx reminded him, though this wasn't a conversation he wanted to have with Will.

[just_hex]

"Yeah...but are you going to talk to him?" Hex asked, his smile soft and sweet.

[tempting_the_fates]

"What am I supposed to say?" Nyx asked. "That my heart's in two places? That I've met someone who challenges our bond? I can't... I can't tell him that, Hex."

[just_hex]

"Do fae not share?" Hex asked. "Wolves do. Just because there's mated pairs doesn't mean there aren't others."

Hegave up one more shrug and finally let his hands fall away.

"I won't ask you to pick, Nyx. But I hope you could have everything you want, yeah," he told him.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx nodded a bit. He wanted to say fae did share, but this was different. Instead he said nothing, he didn't know how to really explain himself.

[just_hex]

Hex watched Nyx, clearly not comfortable in whatever was going through his head. He had no idea what to do for the nymph, so he ultimately simply pulled him into a hug again.

"It'll be alright, yeah? Go talk to him. I'll go...not get arrested again," he told him with a tender smile. "You should text me later, though. I'll be here."

[tempting_the_fates]

"You don't want to hang out a bit first?" Nyx asked, not exactly eager to leave his side.

[just_hex]

"Nyx..." he said gently, "If I stay, we'll wind up in bed, rather than sorting things."

He kissed his forehead softly.

[tempting_the_fates]

"I don't want to sort things," Nyx said quietly. "I like how things are."

[just_hex]

"No, you don't. Don't lie to yourself, Nyx," Hex said, shifting to put an arm around his shoulders to lead him near the door. "Talk to him. Then tell me. And whatever the two of you decide? I'll respect it."

Like it? Probably not. He could already feel it in him, the moon pulling on him. She didn't want kindness. She didn't want understanding. The pull of the moon made him itch to hurt something.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx looked devastated.

"Fine," he said softly, turning to go.

[just_hex]

"Or I could go fight him for you..." he offered as Nyx walked away.

What went unsaid was To the death...