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Striker awoke in a cold sweat, panting heavily as the soft moon light filtered through the glass doors to the balcony on his right. Striker looked over to find Blitz still sleeping soundly beside him with Stolas on the other side of Blitz. Groaning the pale imp slipped from the bed as quietly as possible wearing only a pair of loose-fitting cotton pants to make his way on to the balcony. Situating himself up on the balcony railing Striker pulled a smoke from his pocket and lit it with a lighter from the other pocket taking a deep drag then blowing it out.
"Fucking nightmares!" Striker cursed under his breath. This wasn't the first time he'd had one of these in fact a few times a week he did since...shit, he couldn't even remember when. Another long drag of his cigarette helped smooth over his frayed nerves as it usually did while cool night air helped ground him.
"Striker? Darling, are you alright?" Stolas's voice came groggily from the balcony doors instantly drawing Striker's gaze.
"Fine, just needed some air," Striker drawled as he looked back to the view.
"You look troubled," Stolas commented continuing his way towards Striker.
"It's nothin' go back to bed," Striker encourage allowing smoke to creep from his mouth instead of breathing it out.
"This isn't the first night you've been up. I thought I heard you whimpering in your sleep the other night too." Stolas explained as he came along side the imp. Striker didn't respond to these accusations simply taking another drag of his cigarette. Stolas furrowed his brow in concern while reaching out a hand towards Striker’s shoulder only to have his hand smacked away.
"Don't touch me!" Striker growled, his tail rattling loudly
"Striker?" Stolas's voice was soft but shocked as he withdrew. Striker instantly realized what he’d done, softening his features Striker settled his rattling tail.
"Uh...sorry," Striker apologized, hanging his head while thinking ‘shit, I didn’t mean to reveal that much’.
"Don't apologize...I wish you'd talk to me though," Stolas assured the pale imp once again reaching for his shoulder although this time assuring Striker could see him doing it. Stolas could feel Striker’s tense muscles and yes, Striker had never been the touchy feely type but tonight he seemed more tense then usual.
Striker released a shaky sigh, Stolas could be as bad as a hellhound with a bone and having shown a little too much emotion he knew that the Goitia wouldn't let this go. Draping the hand holding his cigarette over his crooked knee while his other leg dangled over the edge of the balcony railing Striker stared out over the scenery with half lidded eyes trying to sort out what to say.
"Look, hell isn't kind to us imps...not like Ya blue bloods who live the high life. I was no different," Striker finally spoke after a long few minutes.
"Why do you hate 'blue bloods' as you put it so much?" Stolas inquired trying to ignite the conversation.
"Because till you, none treated me as anythin' less than shit!" Striker growled angrily
"Is that what you dream about?" Stolas asked
"One of 'em...the one who did me the worst," Striker stated under his breath, gaze shifting downwards.
"What happened?” Stolas prompted, gently caressing his long fingers down Striker’s arm
"Things...I’d rather not repeat…” Striker hesitantly stated
“Were you…owned by a noble?” Stolas wondered knowing full well how some nobles treated their imp servants.
“Humph…owned…suppose that would be a word for it. I-I was bound in a singular room, starved, beaten and…” Striker trailed off from the memory as his tail had started rattling again.
"Oh...I see..." Stolas's voice was filled with sorrow now, he'd known higher ups who used their imp servants, he found it deplorable and to hear Striker was one of those imps…it made his gut twist with rage towards that individual.
“It’s why when Blitz told me what the two of Ya were doin’, I tried to get him to join me…to save him,” Striker admitted clearly feeling guilt about that considering what they now had with each other.
“I…can understand that…are the nightmares remnants of what was done to you? Are these…” Stolas ghosted his fingers over some scars on Striker’s back that he’d always wondered about. Striker was an assassin, so his scars were not unusual however there were a few that didn’t really fit the bill of an assassin. Striker shivered slightly at the touch then gave the slightest nod of affirmation. Cautiously Stolas moved to be completely behind Striker to press gentle kisses on the scars causing the pale imp to shudder at first but then he began to relax. Crushing out his cigarette on the railing the imp leaned on his hands while Stolas worked his way to the nape of his neck.
“You are not there anymore…me…Blitz…we care for you, Striker,” Stolas cooed, hot breath ghosting over Striker’s neck making his own breath hitch.
“I…I know…” Striker stammered out as warmth pooled gradually in his abdomen.
“Come back to bed…I’ll wake Blitz and the two of us can show you just how much we do care,” Stolas offered in a seductive tone filled with promise.
“Fuck…Ya sure know how to throw a pitch,” Striker groaned out
Stolas chuckled while already walking back into the bedroom eliciting Striker to hop down from the balcony railing in order to follow. Blitz wasn’t thrilled about being awoken so early however after some explanation regarding the conversation Stolas had just had with Striker, his attitude changed.
“Wow I had no idea…” Blitz trailed off
“Didn’t wantchya too,” Striker stated now sitting on the bed cross-legged
“Well, it’s like Stolas said…we care about you,” Blitz reassured Striker with a warm smile, crawling up with his hands on Striker’s thighs in order to nuzzle at the other imp’s cheek.
Stolas wrapped his hands around both of Striker’s shoulders from behind causing Striker to look up just in time to have his lips caught by the Goitia. Blitz peppered kisses down Striker’s neck to his chest while lightly digging his claws into the other imp’s thighs through his pants causing Striker to hum into Stolas’ mouth. Usually, Stolas was the center of attention when they slept together but tonight Striker was the center of affection with Stolas at his back and Blitz in front. Every caress, kiss, suck and thrust made Striker keen as he felt his past melt away into the hands of his new lovers.
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Striker let out a satisfied sigh as he settled between Blitz and Stolas, arms crossed behind his head while Stolas traced nonsensical patterns on his chest and Blitz sat with his back against the headboard fiddling with his phone, tail coiled around Striker’s thigh. Safe between his mates Striker eventually managed to fall back asleep only this time his dreams were sweet.