“Vous avez un talent inné. C’est fascinant de te voir prendre sa bite si bien…” Grim murmured as those Crimson eyes looked up to him for comfort. His hand that was pulled to his waist slid up to his chest, resting over his heartbeat. He was probably the only one here with a normal heartbeat out of the three of them. Johnny’s was nonexistent and Grims was painfully slow that it concerned people. Dragging his claws down the pale flesh, he left stark pink lines that would stand out but certainly wouldn’t bleed.

“Listen to how beautifully he moans for you… for us.” He grins, watching Johnny as he finally shot his piercing blue gaze back towards them.

“Nur ich konnte so viel Glück haben, im Mittelpunkt der Aufmerksamkeit zu stehen. Verdammt, ich weiß nicht, wie lange ich noch durchhalte...” he was trying not to let his hips snap up into his rider, knowing how jarring it would be to suddenly take that impact. But everything was pulling his mind for a loop with the sensations and the thrill of ‘maybe getting caught’.

“Fuck… fuck me haha..ah” he whimpered, choking on a sweet moan as his head tilted back once more as Grim hit the sweet spot.

The reaper was having fun with this, leaning in, he locked lips with the necromancer. Working his jaw, he danced his tongue along side the necromancers, his hand that was on his chest pulled up and came to rest on his throat. In a split second the veil parted as his hand vanished into the other side, stroking his soul as he wrapped his lust across his finger tips.

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…”