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Eddie thought inviting Steve to the Grammys would be fine, cool, no big deal. And it should be, but Steve is walking out of the suite's bedroom wearing a burgundy tuxedo that fits him like a fucking glove. His shirt is unbuttoned just enough to let chest hair peak out, and Eddie thinks he might faint.

He's always been attracted to Steve, of course, but never let it go further than that. Like, sure, Steve was hot as fuck, and sure he was the best guy Eddie had ever met, and sometimes, yeah, he did have to force away thoughts of Steve when he jerked off, and in other circumstances he'd totally be head over heels. Just, Steve is straight, the straightest, a fucking arrow.

Eddie tears his eyes from Steve's body. "You look great, man." He slaps Steve's back. Keeping it cool; keeping it so cool.

"Psh," Steve says. "Have you looked in a mirror? Oh my god." His eyes are saucer wide as they travel down Eddie's body.

"Is it too much?" Eddie crosses his arms over his bare chest.

"Are you kidding? You're--fuck, man. You look good as hell."

He's wearing a silky burgundy shirt, open to show off the necklaces around his throat, his tattoos, the silver in his nipples. His pants are leather, tight, sitting low on his hips and putting the cut of his pelvic bone on full display. They have a lace-up closure that comes dangerously close to showing pube.

Heat rushes to his face at the compliment. "It's--you know. Hazard of the job."

"Yeah, hazard, sure. Guess it's a hard life having hot dudes literally throwing themselves at you."

Eddie barks out a laugh. "That's a vast exaggeration."

"Is it?"

He blushes harder. "You're my date tonight, Steve."

"My point exactly."

His manager and publicist usher them out the door before he can ask what the hell that meant.

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The ride is giddy and playful, Steve popping champagne to celebrate Eddie's nomination for Song of the Year, even though there's no chance in hell he wins.

Steve is happy. His face is bright with joy, eyes shining, laugh loud and infectious. He's gorgeous, knows it, will be an absolute menace on the red carpet. He's been with Eddie to parties and stuff before, doesn't have any anxiety in front of the camera and isn't obsessed with musicians like Eddie is, unafraid to meet them.

Or so Eddie thought.

Because now they're standing at the edge of the red carpet, Steve very nearly trembling next to him.

"Harrington?"

"That's--That's Madonna." Steve points to her. "We're not even ten feet away from Madonna." He gulps. "Eddie. Madonna."

Steve has met famous people before with Eddie. Ozzy, briefly, Janet Jackson, Dave Grohl, James Hetfield, and he'd always been fine. Barely batted an eye. But get him within reaching distance of Madonna and he falls apart.

Eddie doesn't think about it, grabs Steve's hand, twines their fingers together. "Okay?"

The smile Steve throws him, grateful and a little embarrassed, stabs straight through his heart. He calms as they make it up the carpet, but he doesn't drop Eddie's hand, even when they pause for pictures. In fact, he leans into it, drapes his arm around Eddie's shoulders, or around his waist, seeming to thrive the closer they are. Eddie feels this dangerous pull to indulge in it, to let himself believe it means something, and he doesn't quite have it in him to turn it off.

By the time they reach their seats, Steve is relaxed back to his normal charming and handsome self, doesn't bat an eye as Eddie introduces him around.

The show passes quickly with all the performances and Steve whispering jokes in his ear. It's the best time he's ever had at an award show, like he should have been bringing Steve along this whole time. He's so distracted that he's not really ready when Paula Abdul comes out to announce Song of the Year.

His name is read off as a nominee and Steve grabs his hand, squeezes tight. Eddie's heart flips in his chest. He's not paying attention when Paula opens the envelope, too focused on Steve's strong hand holding his. He hears her say, "And the Grammy goes to--" and everything goes fuzzy.

Steve is saying, "oh my god, oh my god, Eddie. Get up, get up."

And his fucking song is playing and everyone is cheering, a couple people slap his back, and oh shit, oh shit, he fucking won. He stands, Steve with him. He thinks they're going to hug, that's what you do in these situations, but Steve is kissing him. Not on the cheek and not a quick peck, but lip-to-lip, soft and sweet.

Steve just kissed him and he has to get on stage and give a speech. He has no idea what he says because Steve just kissed him. On the lips. On purpose. His ears are ringing and words tumble out of his mouth, thinks he says, "couldn't have done it without you, Stevie," before tripping over his feet to get backstage.

Interviews, photographs, congratulations all help him settle. He's still buzzing with the win, but aware enough now to think the kiss had to be an accident. They've been friends for nearly a decade and Steve never seemed interested in men generally or Eddie specifically.

It takes a while to finish up the backstage business, but when he makes it to his seat, Steve just beams at him. He doesn't mention the kiss, which makes Eddie think he's overreacting. It wasn't a big deal. Sure, he could still feel Steve's lips, warm and soft, against his own, but it didn't mean anything. He's just too in his big gay feelings to be objective.

They don't get a chance to really talk until they're back in the limo and on their way to the after-party.

"You won," Steve says.

"I won." Eddie smiles. "Crazy."

"You deserved it."

He shrugs. "I don't know about that."

"Doesn't matter. You did." Steve fidgets with the cuff of his jacket. "About earlier, um. The kiss. I--"

Eddie feels his face heating, heart kicking up. It was nothing, he knows, and Steve shouldn't have to-- "It was an accident. It's okay. I know you don't--it was the heat of the moment and--I know you're not--you don't--"

Steve blinks a lot, emotions flashing across his face faster than Eddie can categorize.

"What if I do?" Steve asks. His voice is too soft, eyes locked on the cuff link he's fiddling with.

"You--what?"

"What if I did mean it?"

"You're straight."

Steve goes pink. "I'm really not."

"Steve?" He shrieks. "Since when?"

"Um. Since you invited me to this?"

"What the fuck?" Eddie shoves him. "What the fuck, man?"

"I know, I know!" Steve pulls his hand through his hair. "You invited me and I freaked out and I didn't know why, and Robin made the saddest little face at me. Said, 'oh, dingus, you didn't know?' How the fuck was I supposed to know!"

"I think you wanting to fuck me should've been a pretty good indication!"

"I thought that happened to everyone!"

"It doesn't!"

"That's what Robin said!"

They're both yelling.

"Jesus christ. Jesus christ," Eddie keeps repeating.

"Look, I get it if you don't want me too, dude. I know that's not how it works, but I've been pretty crazy about you without realizing it for a while now, so--"

He doesn't mean to, he really doesn't, but he laughs. Like, super loud. Like a donkey bray.

"Okay, can the driver let me out? Like, can I go? I can't--"

"Wait, wait, sweetheart." Steve's gotten up, like he's about to knock on the partition, but Eddie grabs his wrist. "Of course I want you back, you idiot, oh my god."

"Oh." Steve's ears are pink. "Oh. Well. That's good."

Eddie huffs. "Just good? I won a Grammy and the guy I've been pining over for years wants me back. I'm having the night of my life."

"Shut-up." Steve's smile is so big, his eyes so bright.

He raises an eyebrow. "Make me," he says in his lowest register, but he's truly not prepared for it when Steve clambers over to him and lowers himself to straddle Eddie's hips.

"Holy shit," Eddie whispers. "Holy shit, Steve."

He give a wry little smile, eyes locked on Eddie's mouth. "Baby, can I kiss you?"

"Yes." Eddie clears his throat. "Yes, please, do that. Yeah."

Only, he doesn't. He's straddling Eddie, they're so close their breath mingles, and Steve's eyes flicker between Eddie's mouth and his eyes, lips so close to touching but not.

"C'mon, asshole," Eddie says.

"I knew you'd be a brat." He whispers. He wraps his hands into Eddie's hair. "Been dying to do this."

And then they're kissing. They're kissing and it steals all of Eddie's breath and his thoughts, and it's new but it's also like they've been kissing forever, like their lips and tongue know each other, like coming home.

He whines, high-pitched and breathy, and Steve laughs, kisses him deeper, moves closer, and Eddie feels how hard Steve is, the persistent pulse of him. And shit Eddie's close, on the brink just from this, from nothing, oh my god.

Steve's hands drift down Eddie's torso, mapping his chest and his stomach, coming to rest at the laces of his pants. "These have been driving me insane," Steve breaks the kiss to say. "Been thinking about undoing them all night."

"Fuck, sweetheart, you can't say shit like that," Eddie groans.

"Why not?"

"Because--because," Eddie sputters but then Steve's lips are on his neck and he's rolling his hips for friction.

Steve's fingers find the laces again, trace against them. Eddie's legs fall open, arching into the touch. "We're going to be so late," he murmurs as Steve's fingers get to work.

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luverofralts · 2 years

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Arkhelios University

“And then he came home only to find out that his wife was sleeping with his brother!”

Lucy chuckled, gesturing wildly with her story to the chagrin of her fiancee. Kaeileen always hated when Lucy brought her co-workers home from work, especially her boss, Michael. Professor or Doctor Michael, or so he always liked to remind Kaeileen. He never elaborated on what exactly he was a doctor of, and Kaeileen had no interest in asking him for further information.

“You shouldn’t laugh about that,” she remarked, shooting an exasperated glance at her fiancee. “How would you feel if you came home and found me sleeping with Abe?”

“Abe?” Lucy laughed. “I would pay money to see you get Abe into bed with you. Roman probably would too, so long as you didn’t actually lay a finger on him.”

“Nathan then.”

Lucy’s derisive snort of laughter only irritated Kaeileen even more.

“It hardly matters. The deal was made before he came home. His wife will live another five years at his expense, even if she chooses to live them with her brother in law.”

Michael’s calculated, emotionless comment didn’t go over well with Kaeileen, though Lucy nodded along with him.

“You shouldn’t be celebrating that either way,” she huffed, still glaring daggers at her fiancee.

“It’s my job, Kaeileen,” Lucy replied with a shrug. “He signed the contract willingly. We can’t just undo something legally binding because the guy’s wife is cheating on him.”

“And you wonder why everyone we meet hates you the moment they find out what you do. You two have fun being ghouls together; I’m going to find decent people to spend my time with.”

Kaeileen stormed out of the room, leaving Lucy and her boss alone to gloat about their most recent case.

“Hey Tenn, are you ever going to come back to play? You’re not even making out with your boyfriend. Come do something fun.”

No one had invited Nathan to the Rivales’ mansion, but he periodically showed up anyway. He occasionally claimed that he was there to “visit his sister” or that he and Tennyson were “close friends” who spent a lot of free time together. As soon as Nathan had left for university, he’d made sure to spend as little time as possible on campus. He seemed to pop up unannounced pretty much everywhere in Arkhelios, as long as it didn’t involve him doing anything academic.

“Oh, hi Kaeileen. Did you hear if lunch was being served? Lucy is paying the catering service still, right? They had this amazing sandwich last week that I was hoping they’d have again.”

“Nathan?” Kaeileen blinked in surprise to see Lucy’s troubled little brother standing in her living room, looking for handouts. “I thought you were at school. Did you move back home and drop out?”

Nathan shrugged.

“I’m still registered at school, and I took the mid term exams,” he replied. “There’s more to life than grades though. I figured someone as smart as you would understand that.”

“You’d be the only one who thinks that,” she sighed, rubbing her temples slowly. “Your sister and that- that monster have other ideas. Lucy pays the bills, Lucy buys the furniture, Lucy sets the schedules. Lucy insists on paying a catering service to make all of our meals like we’re some kind of damn royal family!”

“Ulyssa has it, so of course she needs it,” Nathan remarked, earning a laugh from his future sister in law.

“That’s the truth. Our business earnings are good, but they’re not enough to compete with Ulyssa’s household income.” Kaeileen’s lip quivered slightly at this truth. “Nothing I have to give Lucy is as good as what Ulyssa has. She says it doesn’t matter, but I know it does. She’s always comparing me to Ulyssa, even if she says she isn’t. It’s not just Ulyssa either. All of her coworkers think I’m naive and stupid. I don’t know how, but I can see their true forms and I can survive in a section of the demonic void, but none of them think that I have any value. I’m just their pet human’s favourite toy. Some asshole from accounting came over the other day and thought that I was serving drinks. In my own home! And Michael! God, he’s easily the worst of them all! He’s so pretentious, I just want to scream!”

Nathan raised an eyebrow, suddenly liking where this conversation was going.

“Tell me about it,” he said, reaching for her hand. “Maybe I can talk some sense into my sister. I know very little about where she works and what she does, but Abe’s not the only Chun she tries to push around and it’s time that changed.”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind, that would be great.” Kaeileen wiped away the tear that had been welling up in her eye and tried to smile. “Not many people want to listen about my problems. You’re a great guy, Nathan.”

“It’s okay to be angry about demons interfering with your life,” Nathan began, sitting beside Kaeileen on the ground by the pool. “A demon’s been messing with my life since I was a kid and I’m just supposed to shrug that off and get on with pretending things are normal? I can’t, and you shouldn’t have to either. Tell me, what’s Lucy’s problem? What specifically is she working on in demonic law? You can tell me; we’re going to be family soon anyway.”

Kaeileen scoffed at this, but didn’t turn away from his kind gesture of support on her shoulder. It had been an eternity since anyone had touched her with compassion. Her own fiancee was frequently cold to her whenever they fought about Lucy’s work, and Kaeileen couldn’t even remember the last time Lucy had initiated any kind of intimacy between them.

At least Nathan cared enough to reach out to her. Both Abe and Lucy were selfish jerks who only cared about themselves and how they could please the demons in their own lives. Finally, someone had seen how upset she’d been lately. Finally, there was someone with a kind smile laughing with her instead of at her. Finally, long suppressed vindication bubbled up inside of her, pushing to escape past the walls she’d erected deep within her.

“You’re a lot kinder than Lucy claims you are,” she said, placing a hand on his thigh with a sad smile. Nathan seemed startled by the physical contact, but didn’t remove her hand. “I don’t think she really knows you at all.”

Nathan placed a hand over Kaeileen’s and flashed her a confident smile. Her hand felt warm against his.

“I think the same thing about you,” he replied slowly. He didn’t want to misinterpret the look Kaeileen was giving him. Screwing this up would have consequences if he was reading her correctly. It was one thing to hit on Roman and sleep with Abe’s exes; it was something else entirely to piss off Lucy. “I don’t think Lucy knows much about you either. Aside from what the estate you’re going to inherit can do for her, that is. She’s never around for you and the few times she is, she’s ordering you around. You’re the Rivales family heir, not her. I think it’s time that you reminded her of that fact. Make her work for you and your family.”

“You’re right,” Kaeileen agreed, smiling weakly. “I need to show her what I’m capable of. I need her to make me a priority in her life. I need her to stop spending all of her free time thinking about work and talking to monsters. I’m the heir, not Lucy.”

“Damn right you are.” Nathan squeezed her hand gently, and Kaeileen returned the gesture. “You’re the heir, and you can do whatever you want. Whoever you want, really. Do you really think that Lucy is spending all that time at work thinking about you? You know she isn’t; you have to know that. Let me show you what you’re missing. What you deserve to have.”

Strange noises had plagued Pia for the past forty minutes. Every time she began to type up her latest report, something in the yard would interrupt her train of thought. At first she’d just closed the window, but it was still scorching hot outside and the fan in her office wasn’t enough to keep her heavily pregnant body cool.She couldn’t win. Either she sweltered in her office with the window closed, or she had the window open for a breeze, but had to listen to whatever horrible thing was happening in the yard.

How bad could it be? It’s probably just some animal that got caught in the fence outside. I’ll just help it escape and problem solved.

Pia stormed outside, ready to either help an animal escape their fence or ream out Tennyson for presumably making out a little too loudly with that weird guy he’d suddenly started bringing around the house.

Whatever she had assumed she’d find outside, she wasn’t prepared for what she walked in on.

To her shock, Lucy’s little brother was lying on the ground by the pool, cradling his sister’s fiancee in his arms. Clothes were strewn across the yard, though fortunately for Pia, the strange couple had at least kept their underwear nearby. Miraculously, Pia hadn’t caught them in the act they’d clearly just finished. She might have died from awkward embarrassment if she had. For all his attitude, Pia had assumed Nathan to be an angry, selfish lover who burned just as many bridges as his sister did, and liked things that way. This Nathan looked peaceful, and content holding his sister’s fiancee in the grass.

Absolutely no one was going to believe her when she “accidentally” leaked this out to Alex’s blog tomorrow. A picture spoke a thousand words though, so she made sure to discretely snap a few on her phone as evidence. This was everything she’d ever wanted and it had just fallen into her lap, no work required.

Lucy was going to be furious. Furious enough that Pia might have to call Melvin over to prevent a murder. Who would Lucy go after first? Did this mean that Nathan was dating Kaeileen in secret? Did they have feelings for each other?

It was all too wonderful to even comprehend what this twist of fate would mean for the future. Here she was, actively planning on ways to remove Lucy from the Rivales household and business, only to have Kaeileen’s infidelity take care of everything. Lucy was too proud to forgive someone who cheated on her, especially with her brother. She would call off the wedding, move back to the Helios house, and out of Pia’s life. Pia would surely be the heir now that Kaeileen had proven that she couldn’t be trusted.

The proof was there on her phone. Pia’s eyes searched the pixelated image for what felt like an eternity, looking for anything else scandalous in the photo that she could weaponize against Lucy. While nothing obvious came to mind, Pia returned her focus to protecting the precious picture on her phone.

I have to show Lucy. She might still catch them in a gross post-coital embrace if I hurry, but Mom has to see this too. This changes everything.

Lucy wasn’t in the kitchen, or the living room, or dipping her toes in the pool outside where she could see her fiancee’s betrayal first hand. Pia searched the entire first floor with no luck. For a moment, she feared that Lucy had gone into work to finalize some deal and there was a chance that Kaeileen could possibly reach Lucy before Pia did. She did remember seeing Lucy at home earlier though, and there was one more place she could look before she took to the streets to track down the woman who had become the bane of her existence. Lucy had periodically overtaken Emilia’s office upstairs when her case load was busy and she wanted to be isolated from everyone else in the house. If Lucy wasn’t anywhere else in the house, then she was probably there.

“Lucy?”

Pia opened the office door quietly, just in case Lucy was on the phone. She needed to stay on Lucy’s good side long enough to get her to look at the photos on her phone. It would also benefit Pia to keep a good relationship with Lucy in order to successfully transfer power when Lucy inevitably broke off the engagement. Perfect Pia could be pleasant and fake sympathy if it meant getting Lucy out of their house quickly. She smiled to think of the changes she would make as heir. The Yoxalls that had infested the Rivales home would be sent packing. Lucy’s annoying toddler would leave with her mother, and Pia’s mother might feel inclined to return to the family home once Pia was in control. Jolanda would probably also leave once Pia set some house rules that she knew her sister couldn’t keep, leaving the entire house to Pia and her own little family. Everything was about to change, and Pia could hardly keep from simply exploding with joy.

If Pia had been overjoyed to finally have an edge against Kaeileen, what she witnessed in Lucy’s stolen office was a gift from the Watcher itself. Pia had been ready to play the sympathetic friend to Lucy in her time of need, but all of that changed the instant she saw what was occurring in the office. Lucy didn’t need to be comforted; she was doing plenty of that herself.

Pia tried to stifle a gasp. She didn’t know much about demons and if they had better hearing than humans. Roman seemed to have normal hearing, but the man in front of her, happily pressed under Lucy was a full demon. A real real demon with no shred of humanity woven into him. Would he kill Pia on sight to silence her? Was he attached to Lucy in some strange unspoken way like Roman seemed to be with Abe?

Pia stared intensely, like she was watching a car veer off the road and into a ditch. It was horrible and interesting and terrifying all at once.

Lucy’s sleeping with her boss! She’s sleeping with a demon! What is it with the Helios-Chuns and demons? How long has this been going on? Does she love him? Was she ever going to tell Kaeileen about this?

Well, this changed things. For the second time that day, Pia revised her plans to take over the Rivales estate. She could treat Lucy anyway she wanted now. Kaeileen’s own transgression seemed insignificant to this. Emilia worshiped the ground Lucy walked on, and she might have been inclined to support Lucy if she forgave Kaeileen. But now? All bets were off. There was no chance of her supporting Lucy after this.

Pia quickly snapped a photo or two and closed the door as quietly as she could. If the demon had super hearing, she didn’t want to risk catching his attention and ending up like anyone who had ever stepped foot near Roman or Kamalani. She chuckled quietly as her fingers scrolled through her contacts list. Alex wasn’t going to believe what she was sending her. There were pictures of both Lucy and Kaeileen cheating on each other, and with the worst possible people. Pia longed to see Elaine’s reaction when she saw the paper. Would she be more offended that her son had slept with his future sister in law, or that Lucy broke all ethics in her workplace by being inappropriate with her boss? Either way, Pia won in the end. Lucy’s reign of terror over the Rivales family was about to be over and Kaeileen’s eligibility to lead finally reviewed. Things couldn’t have gone better if Pia had tried to plan this. The Rivales family estate was finally about to be hers.

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