✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Drinking is nice. It made me forget what was going on in my life—all the problems, all the issues plaguing me. I’ve been forced to live my life in accordance with everyone else. I drank as much as I could until I was no longer in pain. Percy and I stayed in this room—what even is this room? We ate the snacks and drank ourselves silly. Because what else could we do?Bond? Are you crazy? Do we look like emotionally grown people? Maybe we come across that way around others, but putting us together is absolute madness. We cannot bond normally; we actually have to find another way to communicate.I am a social creature. I’m going to miss my friends, for now at least, until I can get back into their space. By that, I mean until I’m well enough to use my legs. Percy, on the other hand, is not a social creature.Add the fact that he despises my guts-“God, I can hear you thinking. For god sake, what do you want, Lucian? I’m drunk, and I can still hear you bitching ab
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Falling on Percy should’ve hurt, but the alcohol had numbed most of the pain radiating from my injured leg. Tomorrow, I’d probably regret every bit of this, but right now, my focus wasn’t on the ache—it was on Percy, sprawled beneath me, unmoving. His chest rose and fell steadily, the rhythm of his heart filling the silence between us.I hovered above him, staring down into his disheveled form. I didn’t feel drunk—though I knew I was. Sober me would’ve hesitated, would’ve second-guessed the impulse. But the alcohol blurred the lines, and silenced the inner voice screaming at me to stop.I leaned down and kissed him.I expected resistance, a shove, or some sharp remark, but instead, Percy responded. His lips parted, accepting me. The shock of it sparked something feral in me. Carefully, I shifted my weight, trying not to aggravate my leg, but my need for him eclipsed the pain. I gripped his waist and rolled onto my back, dragging him with me.This position fel
»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────««What am I doing? I don’t know. I really don’t. I know only that Lucian is biting my lips, his tongue is moving along mine, he's creating marks on my hips, and rubbing our clothed cocks together is providing an ineresting feeling. I don’t let desires control me, i have no clue why I’m even letting my body win over my thoughts. To be fair, i wasn’t the one who started it this time. I don’t even get how this started. I was trying to help lucian to the bedroom. Then somehow we fell. And then we were grinding, kissing, scratching each other like we were insatiable. We were so into it, moaning into each others mouths, rutting, getting close to that orgasm. I’ve never felt any of those things. Desire, had my cock this hard i felt like it might burst, everything i feel right now is new. I don’t jerk off. I’ve just never been the type. So why the hell am i allowing this dumbass to bring out my body’s hidden desires?Because the alcohol has numbed my judg
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling both physically and emotionally drained. My skin felt cold, and I immediately regretted not taking a warmer bath before crawling into bed. My leg and arm ached faintly, the lingering reminder of the events from the night before. And that my injuries were still prominent. I shifted under the blanket, the pain growing sharper with every move, each twinge pulling me back into the memory I was trying to bury.We’d gone to bed early, far earlier than usual. The sun hadn’t even set yet. Maybe it was an attempt to sleep off the shame of what we’d done—or to escape the creeping silence that made it impossible to think without spiraling. But no amount of rest could make it go away.I feel like clawing my eyes out. What in the fuck was that?Percy was still asleep next to me, his breathing deep and even. He’d actually fallen asleep this time, for once without staying up silently like he was going to hit me if I moved wrongl
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I’m not sure when I fell back asleep, but I woke up in a bit of an odd position. Percy must have rolled during the night. His head was on my stomach, and he had one leg thrown over mine. I tensed, knowing if I breathed a little too loud he’d wake up. I don’t need to be nice to him, I know that. And this isn’t kindness. If I panicked when I woke up, then I can only imagine how Percy would react. I don’t have it in me to fight with him. Give me a few hours and that flame will be lit back up. He gets on my nerves. I can’t stay calm forever. Not while he’s around. I shut my eyes and forced my heart to stay calm. I reminded myself of the things I needed to do once Percy woke. It shouldn’t be long now.And it wasn’t. Only mere seconds after that thought, Percival stirred. I could practically hear the devils shaking in their little hell. Nothing can raise my blood pressure more than this jerk. He lets out a tiny groan, probably noticing where he’d been resting hi
»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ─────««I was down in the living room, actively trying not to be alone with Lucian while others were around. His check-up took almost an hour, and by the time everything was done and settled, Pauline came down with the doctor, and the man I think she hired to install some apps on that useless computer. She seemed to pause when she noticed me pacing. Did I look guilty? Can she see the unhealed bruises on my lips? It should have healed, it will heal in a few days. Lucian had been rough. Goodness. Did the doctor know?We’re disgusting. How could I have stained my skin with that of my enemy?“Percy,” she called out to me softly. I pulled my eyes from my clenched fist, looking at her and the two men behind her. The doctor narrowed his eyes, and I glared harshly at him. He immediately turned away.“What happened to your lips?”“Do you care?” I inquired, trying to dodge the question. “I’m just a bit confused.”I inhaled. “I haven’t spoken to my mother in a wh
»»─────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ─────««With lucian asleep, it didn’t make any sense for the emergency button to be going off. That was on his wheelchair. I exited the room slowly, and went in search of the wheelchair. I found it in the bedroom on the floor below ours, there was a notebook on the area where the button was placed. That’s strange. Perhaps pauline moved it. But that doesn’t explain why it started buzzing after she’d left. Not even right away. I sighed, and picked the book off the button before rolling the chair back to the top floor and to the bedroom. I sat behind the desk, confused and as to how this had happened. Then i decided to let the thought go. I have better things to worry about. Turning on the computer, i checked on the software that pauline had that man install. There was a messenging app, and a face call app. Which is good, for lucian. I’m sticking to emailing Zion since i know pauline won’t be bothered to check in on what I’m doing. I went into the searc
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I woke up to Percy watching me sleep. He was seated on the desk chair, one foot under his thigh while the other dangled on the floor. He was biting his fingernails, his eyes looking all over my face and body. It’s not a pretty sight. Percival looked outraged, and when I looked down I saw that his ankle bracelet was off. He was holding it in his free hand.“You’re up. That’s good.” The room looked to be in one piece, and so was I. I pulled myself up, making sure not to move my leg in the wrong way. I shuffled backward until my back touched the headboard. The room was chilling, the AC must have been cranked up to the top.“What’s wrong?”“My mother is missing. My father is up to something. And I think my mom is going to end up in jail. Everything is wrong, Lucian.” he hissed out my name. “And you want to know what’s the worst part? I actually feel bad for you,” he says, continuously biting at his fingers which were now bleeding. The fuck. I don’t think he’s n
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««Lucian and I settled into a comfortable silence. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t necessarily peaceful either—just a quiet truce after the mess of last night. We didn’t talk again until lunchtime, and even then, we avoided going to any bedroom. Instead, we stayed in the living room, like neutral ground neither of us wanted to give up.I noticed Lucian using his crutches more, refusing to let me wheel him around unless it was absolutely necessary. As much as I wanted to argue against it, I knew that any forceful damage to his body would only keep me here longer. And yet, I didn’t fight him on it. Maybe because I needed space, too.Lunch was simple—something I put together quickly, more for the sake of routine than hunger. The TV was on, playing some horror movie, the kind with too many cheap jump scares and characters who made all the wrong choices. Lucian sat on the long couch with his leg elevated, while I took the floor, my back resting aga
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««The next morning is just as I expected—confusing and strange.But it’s also something else. Something worse.It’s silent.Not just quiet, not just the absence of words, but a kind of silence that settles between us like a thick fog, dense and suffocating. A silence so unnatural that it feels wrong. We should be screaming at each other by now. We should be hurling insults like knives, digging them deep, carving out the hatred that’s always been there between us.But we don’t.It’s been twenty minutes.Twenty minutes since I woke up and realized that neither of us had moved. Since I felt the uncomfortable warmth of Lucian’s body pressed against mine, the steady rhythm of his breath ghosting against my skin. Since I opened my eyes and saw him looking back at me, his gaze unreadable, sharp with something I didn’t want to name.And yet, we still haven’t spoken.We just… lie there. Holding on to each other in a way we never would have done in the f
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Pretending to be asleep was the best decision I ever made. When I realized sex with Percy was affecting me personally, and I could see in his eyes that he was going through the same problem... I immediately had to focus on my injured leg that had gone slightly numb. And mention my medicine. I hoped it would help me sleep, I hoped it would make me forget Percy’s sounds. The way he looked. The lack of hate in his stare, the desire in his movements aaginst mine, his cum painting my chest and his. I hoped it would fix this. This vile growing death like feeling clawing at my chest, and when Percy left to shower, I felt a bit relieved. But the bedsheets smelled like us and the thought of getting up to face him long enough for us to change the beddings made me hyperventilate. My selfishness led me here. I could have... I could have held back. I could have argued... but I wanted to prove something. Undoing Percy had affected me too. It had affected me alot. Why d
»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────««First time kissing someone and it turned out to be a guy. Not just any guy, but my sworn enemy. The person I’ve spent years trying to kill. First time reaching an orgasm, same guy. Thirteen year old me who told his best friend he had no interest in jerking off or porn because it was a waste of time is probably spinning in his mental grave right now.And my first time having sex, at the age of twenty one... guess who I’m having it with? The same guy. God there must be something wrong with me. I’ve had people hit on me, flirt with me but it never turned me on. That’s why i assumed i wasn’t made for physical intimacy. But lucian let me drag him to the room, knowing fully well he was going to control my body. I assumed with his injured leg he would be at a disadvantage, that i could tie him up and just let him tell me what i needed to do to end this. But i should have know this wasn’t going to turn out that way. That’s how lucian has made this. He’s
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I loved seeing benny and lionel. They made me laugh, made me forget that i had problems. They made everything seem better. I love them. I miss them so much. I wish i could work hard enough to heal quickly, and hang out with them. I’ll miss them when i move.After they left, agreeing to follow percival’s crazy plan. It’s all we have right now. The second they left, my mother called. Percy left to get something while i spoke to her through the house phone. “Hey mom.”“Have you heard from Yusuke?” the question threw me off. Why would she call me for that?It’s like she’s forgotten he’s not my dad. Our relationship works well because i don’t talk to him. I pretend he’s just an accessory my mother selfishly latched onto. “How would i know? You know i don’t talk to that man. When was the last time you saw him?”She was quiet. “last night, he was... he seemed distant. Different. Heck he even treated me differently. Almost like i was someone he couldn’t recognize.
»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««Ben and the other one are here. It’s already loud and I’m pissed off. Firstly, ugh.... secondly, blah.... third, guh. I sat on the floor, grumpily watching Lucian and his friends. They were smiling, and chatting each other up. Almost like they didn’t come here to do something. They’d brought a bunch of supplies that we could use but they didn’t explain any of those supplies. I wanted to slap them. They’re such weird pieces of shit. “God, I missed you guys. We need to play a game together when I’m all better.” Lucian said a dopey smile on his face. Why do I have to be here? I don’t like either of these people. I zoned them out and tried to figure out what to do with myself while these losers disturbed my peace. I didn’t exactly have peace, especially with the way Lucian acted last night. From perversely throwing himself over my body to touching his dick in front of me.He’s gotten too comfortable in this dark mess we’ve gotten ourselves into.
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Percy is always asking for trouble. It’s like he has a second calling that happens to be a troublemaker. When he asked me to teach him something new, I gotta admit, I was angry. But I can’t deny I was interested. He’s a hot guy, but such a fucker. My ego swells at the thought of being the one to fuck Percy. Just think, all his bitching for years, pissing me the fuck off, attacking me... ha, imagine the face he’d make lost in pleasure. It’s the kind of evil temptation I can’t give up on. I can’t pass up the opportunity to be the one that turns him into a mess. I know. All the complications are clear. The world and my wolf are telling me to shut down this dumb idea but we’ve crossed that line. Why not go even further and do some crazy shit like fuck him?I chuckle. “We’re gonna need supplies before we venture down into that path.”“Like lube? There’s gonna be some here.”“Why would there be?”He gives me a nasty eye roll. “They fuck. In case you didn’t know.
»»─────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ─────««I didn’t move from his lap, i should have after the stupid biology comment but i didn’t move. You could call me ballsy, you could also say I’m down right insane. You wouldn’t be wrong on either counts. I feel insane. And from what happened to my mother it’s kind of clear that i might be headed for the same fate. But the true reason for my decision to not move, falls down to my curiousity. I’ve had to go through life happily oblivious to the pulls of the body. My wolf has had to deal with it. But lucian gets hurt, and somehow I’m kissing him, getting off and now I’m about to ask a crazy question.“When was the last time you had a blow job?” From my position on his body i could feel his exact reaction to that question. It was evident from the way he looked at me, and the way a certain part of him took interest. “You’re disgusting. Answer my question.”“You’re on my dick and I’m the one who’s disgusting?” his questioned in disbelief. “Percy, my last
»»─────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ─────««Am I the asshole? Yeah, pretty much. But I’m not a monster. I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night because Lucian’s face seemed to haunt me. When I woke up next after aggressively dangling my body on the edge of this uncomfortable sofa cushion, I decided sleep was for the weak. When I sat up, I was surprised to find Lucian staring at the darkness outside with the same haunted expression he had on when he threw himself on me. What was that all about by the way?I probably should have asked him some more questions rather than reacting the way I did. But this is. Expecting anything less than a violent angry response would be completely unreasonable. As quietly as I could, I moved my body to sit more comfortably. A few inches from the edge of the cushion where I might have fallen. How did I get any sleep while I was there by the way?I should have awoken with a concussion. I was so close to the edge. I stretched out my muscles before channeling all