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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[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...

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx pretended not to hear that. The last thing he wanted was a fight. No, he needed to navigate this with care.

[willysilver]

Willy was on his bed in silk bottoms and headphones. Eyes closed, he rocked his head with the tune.

He knew Nyx was there. He could feel him. Feel his eyes on him.

He pretended he couldn't, though.

[tempting_the_fates]

Climbing onto the bed, Nyx settled in beside him, curling up close against Willy's side. He said nothing though, content to just be near the other man. He didn't want to talk about Hex, didn't want a fight. He just wanted to be near Willy for a while.

[willysilver]

Willy enjoyed the warmth of Nyx, but he also enjoyed the last three tracks of the album before he even acknowledged him.

"Have a spat?" he asked, eyes still closed, headphones still on.

[tempting_the_fates]

"No," Nyx said honestly, a bit sulky about having been ignored. "I told him I wanted to be with you tonight."

[willysilver]

That got him to open his eyes and turn his head to look at him.

"Why?" he asked, clearly confused.

He slipped of the headphones.

"What's wrong with him? Are you bored already?" he asked.

[tempting_the_fates]

"I just thought you might miss me. ...I miss you," Nyx said softly. "I can go back to him, if you like..."

[willysilver]

"Of course I miss you," he replied, still confused. "I thought you were having a good time. I've nearly got the album done."

Nyx calling Hex a babysitter was painfully appropriate.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Do I not get a say on this one?" Nyx frowned, sitting up a bit. "What about my tracks? You can't have it 'nearly done' without me."

[willysilver]

"We've got all the tracks down. I'm mixing," he said.

It had, in fact, gone twice as fast without Nyx flitting around. Willy didn't feel he was missing any sort of contribution a bored, high, horny nymph could give at this point.

But he could feel Nyx's indignance.

"Do you want to hear?" he offered.

[tempting_the_fates]

"I usually help," Nyx replied. "It's like you don't respect my art," he huffed, flopping down onto the pillow again.

[willysilver]

Willy watched him fall.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked. "You know I know what your art is. It's not like I cut you out. You were getting railed by Rex in there, what did you think I'd do with my time?"

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx huffed.

"It's not like I spent all my time with Hex. You could have asked for my input," he argued.

[willysilver]

"You could have come in here at any point, Nyx. There's a reason I'm asking what's wrong, because I've been your last choice, too," he snapped back.

[tempting_the_fates]

"You brought me home someone new! You knew I'd get distracted," he argued."You can't be mad at me for doing exactly what you expected, Will. That's hardly fair."

He was sulking now, agitated. "Put out the album however you want. Maybe I'll finally put out my own album," he decided.

[willysilver]

"Yeah, okay," Willy scoffed.

He sat up and kicked his legs off the bed so he could grab his clove cigarettes.

"In, what, five years?"

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx watched him a long moment.

"Or next month," he said. "I already have nearly a full album ready to go. Label even picked out a single. I put them off though, said we came first. Me and you, that we were a team."