As his back hit the tree, Johnny hooked his fingertips into Voxir’s waistband to keep him close, his other hand on the back of his neck.

“Mmnf fuck~” he groaned as he eagerly kissed back, deepening it quickly as his tongue begged to dance along side his. With each lock of their lips the gaurd could feel himself grow harder, his breath coming in long trembling draws.

It didn’t take to to terribly long for Grim to find the pair, a low growl emanating from his chest as he stepped from the veil. As Voxir kept Johnny against the tree, the reaper slid himself into place, pressing himself against the necromancers rear as his head ducked down and he pulled his hair to the side to place a few subtle pecks behind his ear. His hand of course slid across his ass, squeezing lightly as he made sure to grind against him slowly. His other hand moved towards Johnny, gracing his cool skin as he slipped under his shirt to slide over the scarred flesh that lay beneath.

There it was. That shocked anger and grief from being left behind. From your whole world being ripped from your hands and you are left wondering why you were still standing there. The questions that would go unanswered because no one would have a good enough reason for why you were left behind. You just were and that was it. Johnny wouldn’t have an answer, Garth wouldn’t, Grim wouldn’t.

Johnny twitched slightly, deep seated jealousy flaring up in his stomach like rising venomous bile at the fact that Jae can even have a normal reaction. God he hated the creature he had become. But despite that, he turned and carefully wrapped his arms around him, keeping him pulled to his chest. The… empty hollow chest were no heart beat more than once every 20 seconds and his breathing was so shallow it was hardly there.

“He didn’t lie, he just didn’t know.” There wasn’t much in the way of comforting words he had to offer as he still asked himself those questions when he looked at Simons tag around his neck. “I’m sorry… i’m so sorry.”

Every sob and tear that left the younger man reminded him of the nights he spent alone, wondering what the point was after losing everything. There were nights he spent with his face buried in a pillow to mask the sound of his pain from anyone who might be close enough to hear. And even then when he was out on tour with Sec, and living the high life along side the rockstar, every shot he took, every cigarette that filled his lungs with smoke, and every night with a stranger, he hoped would be one step closer to his undoing. Kill off his liver, burn out his lungs, maybe someone would off him because he accidentally picked up their girl. But no. He was still there. Every morning.

Even after years later, when he let his mind settle and he made peace with the fact that he was left behind, there was a voice in the back of his head that called him to the void. He was probably one of the few of Secs staff who routinely was Psych evaled and let the papa into his mind to clear out cobwebs. Now in death he longs for eternal rest but his deal says otherwise.

“I know I’m not who you want, but I got you…”