Talk and Sleeping together

In the end, Davy didn't get enticed and still refused Lyle's invitation. While he was intrigued, he wasn't ready for that just yet. Even just imagining it made his heart race; what more if he was already on the scene?

Perhaps... next time. Lyle also didn't force him. He also did not go there to watch the fight, instead accompanying Davy all day.

It was only after two days that Davy was taken aback and almost froze where he stood as he saw the familiar man with dark red hair sitting casually in his bed. For a brief moment, he blinked and stared at the man he hadn't seen in a few days. Draven raised his gaze as well, and their gazes locked.

Draven's face lit up and he almost smiled automatically. Davy stared at his face for a moment—which, actually, even he had to admit. Draven's smile was something he looked forward to seeing because of the way it instantly lifted someone's spirits.

While he always claimed that Draven was annoying, his smile was even more so. They were both aware that this was not the case; he had never truly disliked it.

"Our sleeping beauty!" exclaimed Draven, his smile widening as he stood up and strode towards him. His arms were also wide open as if he were about to give Davy a big hug.

Davy's eyebrows rose as he jokingly frowned at Draven, but he didn't move from his position and waited for Draven's arrival until he was finally engulfed in Draven's big embrace.

The hug was tight, and it was clear how much the man missed him. Davy simply let him, reaching out and responding to the hug by embracing Draven as well. Draven even let out a groan as he swayed them together.

"Damn, I missed you! Fuck Fallan for not letting me see you these days," Draven grumbled, his voice still quite loud despite his low tone.

Davy's lips curved, and he forced himself not to laugh. Instead, he scowled at Draven.

"You're saying that? I knew you loved it anyway," Davy said, Draven's laugh reverberated in his ears as he continued, "Stop acting as if you missed me, I'm sure you didn't think of me since... you were having a fight with Fallan." Davy almost stumbled when he said the last statement, but he held on and kept his straight face through it all.

Draven laughed again, this time as if someone was tickling him. He has slightly drawn back from their hug. Davy lifted his head, and their gazes locked with each other.

Draven only laughed again, "I'm being serious," then paused and continued as he leaned closer in Davy's ears. "How about next time, yeah?" His suggestive tone even made Davy's cheeks flush, and the heat was now extending into his ears.

"You're such a jerk!" Davy slapped him again, which only made the other laugh. This man... really would never be serious. Still, inside of him, Davy was strangely contented.

***

And just like that, unknowingly, a month had passed since he became trapped in the virtual world. Was it really a month? He didn't know for sure. Perhaps he became confused about the days as well. Davy almost never remembered his reality and had become completely immersed in the virtual world. He wondered about it now and then, but he had long given up.

Was it too soon to give up? It could be. Perhaps he was too weak to resist the temptation of the beauty of the virtual world and the love the three gave him. Davy never had the chance to speak to the system again after the last time he summoned it. Time. How long could he hold out?

He was often sleepy and dreamed a lot these days. He always forgot about them when he woke up. In some cases, he would find himself waking up in the hallway. Davy discovered that he appeared to be developing sleepwalking. As a result, the Supremes did not allow him to sleep alone any longer.

"Is this really necessary?" he wondered as he watched the three of them set up the huge bed that could fit the three of them. Was this too strange? While Davy was frequently with the three of them, they did not yet sleep in the same bed.

"Then what? Our sleeping beauty's sleeping habits improved; if we didn't catch you during your sleepwalk, we're still clueless." Draven spoke quickly, almost rapping, while his actions were careful.

Davy rolled his eyes, these three were overreacting.

"That was the first time, okay? I told you it might be the last too; I'm just really tired from last night," he protested as he sat on the couch, clasping his legs to his chest.

"How do you know, it's your first time?" Davy pursed his lips in response to Fallan's question. He didn't know either, so he couldn't be sure.

Shutting himself up, he leaned on the couch, waiting for the three of them. His eyes watched them. They really... love him--his character, Davy was aware of it. If his time was now ticking down to its last hour, he would still spend it with them.

***

"I've always wondered how the three of you got along?" the dim light from a lamp is only the source of light illuminating the entire room Davy was on his back, one arm softly wrapped around his waist, his head pillowed against someone's arm. While a tattooed arm lay in his stomach, though, he needed to hug Fallan to do so. Their position was very harmonious and somewhat... domestic.

A loud laugh echoed, Davy, didn't even bat an eyelid now hearing this.

"A certain someone refused to talk to us and said he wouldn't meet us if we would only argue in front of him anyway," Draven said, his tone full of nostalgia.

In Davy's peripheral vision, he noticed Fallan's lips curving up as if remembering the good old days. The dim lights couldn't hide his perfect appearance.

"Is that someone...me?" Davy knew it was for the plot, but he had no idea when it started. He had already begun to put himself in the shoes of his character.

Lyle's embrace tightened as he planted a soft kiss on Davy's shoulder. "Yes... you were too fierce back then,"

Fallan didn't say anything, just chuckled softly while caressing his hair, and Davy leaned into it, savoring the sensation.

"Then?" he inquired again, this time in hushed tones.

"We were forced to live in one room... it was a long time ago, and we had to compromise," Fallan said this time, a smile on his face. Then there was laughter, and the other two agreed.

"That was torture at first... but I'd do it again and again," Draven sighed.

"Draven tasted Fallan's and became addicted ever since," Lyle laughed.

Davy almost choked on this; Lyle sometimes spoke innocently, but what he was saying was not. Draven snarled back, and Fallan laughed.

"Lyle, don't talk about me; you're more addicted than I am!" he argued, not bothering to deny it.

"When I said I didn't?" Lyle replied gently. Draven, though stunned, fell silent. Fallan chuckled this time as if enjoying their pointless argument.

He shook his head, wondering why the situation had suddenly shifted in that direction. Fuck, but Davy still agreed in his head. Who could possibly say no to that? He could understand both of them. Wait, he also needed to stop with the not-so-innocent thoughts as well.

Davy interrupted the conversation by clearing his throat.

"How do you all decide to... your current positions?" He was very much curious about the back story of this. In fact, he had previously asked many questions, and the three of them had always patiently answered and guided him.

The atmosphere quickly became solemn, and for a brief moment, silence enveloped them, giving the impression that they had already fallen asleep.

"We had to," Fallan said simply, without elaborating. Davy raised his head to look at him, his blue eyes as calm as ever. He looked at Fallan with questioning eyes. Instead of responding, Fallan simply smiled and touched his cheeks. Fallan gave him the kind of look he'd seen before.

"It wasn't that complicated, actually. I like adventures, so I did. Lyle's ideas are too destructive of the realm, so he needed that floating island for himself, and... Fallan is the most reliable of the three of us, so he's here administrating the realm," Draven explained, always being the most talkative of the three. Yet, somehow... while he was telling the truth... It wasn't the whole truth either.

"My ideas aren't destructive; you just can't understand them, muscle-brained," Lyle said, his breath brushing against Davy's skin, destroying his thoughts.

"No, even Fallan thought so; why do you think he gave you that floating island?"

"Look, he's just jealous, Fallan gave me something while he didn't get anything," Lyle whispered in Davy's ears, yet loud enough that Draven could hear him.

Davy lifted his gaze to meet Fallan's, only to find the man had already closed his eyes. He had a small smile on his lips. When Davy saw this, he had to pinch his chest. Which only made Fallan's smile widen. This guy was having a great time with the two arguing about him. So Fallan had a childish side to him as well.

"What the fuck? I never wanted any in the first place," Draven retorted.

Their voices were not loud, but in that silent room, their voices were already loud. As they were both separated by Fallan and Davy.

A hot breath touched Davy's ears as Fallan bowed down and whispered to him, "He's definitely jealous," as he laughed, tingling Davy's ears.

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by: Ladyaize