Conquer Reality

Davy couldn't focus on his food because his gaze was constantly drawn to Fallan and Draven. His mind replayed what Lyle had said earlier. He was completely distracted as he played with the food on his plate. Two alphas going at it? He blushed as images in his mind surfaced, imagining what it was like for Fallan and Draven to...

He pursed his lips and forced himself to stop imagining those things, all while sitting at the fucking dining table. What the hell, Davy? Are you that horny? He bowed his head to conceal his crimson-colored face. He put some food in his mouth and chewed it slowly, trying to distract himself from the delicious taste.

"Hey, the food's not to your taste?"

His chewing came to a halt, and he raised his gaze to the person who had asked him. Draven, with his carefree grin, leaned slightly in his direction. Davy unconsciously swallowed the food he had been chewing on for who knows how long. Davy gripped the fork tightly, his hand gradually sweating, as he sensed all three of their attention shifting to him. In his condition, being in the spotlight was not a good idea.

"Ah... I do, I just... don't have any appetite," he paused before lowering his head and averting his gaze from Draven. "Perhaps I'm tired from walking around all day," he explained with a smile.

"Right, it's been a while since you got out after all," a hand wrapped around his shoulder, followed by a soft voice. Davy raised his head and looked at Lyle as he saved him yet again. Seriously, he was so adorable, and Davy could kiss him hard right now if they weren't all together.

"What you said makes sense," Draven agreed on the side, which was almost incomprehensible due to the food in his mouth.

"You're tired?" a deep intimidating voice rang in his ears, prompting him to raise his gaze and look at the source of the voice. Davy nodded and averted his gaze as the calm, ocean-blue eyes stared at him intently.

Why had he always believed that Fallan could see right through him and what he was thinking at the time? Out of all three Supremes, Fallan was really the one person he never read. His ability to conceal his emotions with his calm and nonchalant persona was too good.

"Then you can rest after this; no one will disturb him in his room... especially you, Lyle," he orders. Lyle flinched, and he seemed to want to say something but didn't. Draven let out a small laugh as Fallan specifically mentioned Lyle.

Davy couldn't help but smile at this. He was calming down from his dirty thoughts.

***

"Let's go," Fallan said, his hands securely wrapped around Davy's slim waist. Davy remained silent and tried not to feel anything as their bodies closed in on each other. Seriously, what was going on with him? He had been horny since earlier! Could he take a cold shower after this?

"Can we at least accompany you until his room? We can just leave after," Lyle still negotiates with Fallan, to which Draven agreed, the two had frowns on their faces, clearly upset that they weren't allowed to be with him.

Fallan then mercilessly refused the two, and while his hand was still gently in Davy's waist, he calmly swept his gaze to the two, causing both of them to go silent. "I know it'll be difficult for both of you to leave once you're there, so go to your rooms,"

The two men's expressions were glum, clearly not convinced. Fallan had already transported the two of them before Davy could hear what Draven had to say. His gaze was drawn to a room he had become very familiar with. He remained silent until Fallan turned to face him.

"Would you be okay now?" asked the soft but deep voice, sending shivers down his spine. Davy lowered his head, bit his lower lip, and nodded. "Can I go now, so you can rest?" Fallan's other free hand caressed his head. His calm gaze did not leave him.

Davy took a deep breath and bravely raised his head to meet their gazes. As he spoke slowly, his hand reached out and gripped the hem of Fallan's clothes.

"Can you accompany me until I fall asleep?" He had no idea what had gotten to him because his mouth was faster than his mind. Davy bit his lower lip, unsure whether he should retract it and pretend he was joking or not.

Davy slowly raised his head as a hand touched his chin and a thumb was pressed into his lips, halting his action of biting his lips. Fallan's calm eyes met his hesitant eyes. "Of course, I will gladly be with you, my dear," he said, a small smile on his lips.

Seeing him smile, Davy was affected and eventually smiled. Fortunately, he asked.

Davy's time in the shower was short, and his time wearing a nightgown was even shorter. He got used to wearing these revealing dresses in the virtual world and didn't mind them all that much. For so long, even wearing nightgowns when he was with the Supremes had not made him blush.

The serene atmosphere of the room and a man calmly reading some documents as he sat at the table purposefully arranged near Davy's bed, set this calm ambiance that for some reason still made Davy wonder.

Being with Fallan was relaxing and comfortable; even if they didn't talk much, just being with him and looking at his upright figure can easily calm emotions. Davy walked slowly towards the bed, his footsteps barely audible on the floor. He could also sense Fallan's gaze following him as he approached the bed. He didn't look away but instead kept walking.

"Are you always busy?" Davy began the conversation, almost whispering it. However, given how quiet the room was, he is confident Fallan could hear him perfectly. As he sat at the edge of the bed, his hand brushed his golden hair, finally facing Fallan and locking eyes with him.

Fallan stared at him, still holding the document he was reading. "Not really, the things I need to deal with personally aren't that many," he replied, his voice low and deep, almost hoarse.

He swallowed, calming his nerves, and stopped brushing his hair.

"I only asked because... I might be burdening you by always being with me," he said, his hands brushing his hair again, clearly spouting nonsense without thinking.

"Why do you think so?" Fallan's tone has risen slightly, and the documents he is holding have been placed on the table. Davy noticed Fallan frowning; clearly, he didn't like what Davy just said.

He fixed his gaze on him. "You're never a burden to me, don't ever doubt how I can drop anything just for you." His tone was softer, but the sincerity was clear.

Davy averted his gaze and lowered his head, playing with his golden hair. He was unable to bear his heavy and sincere eyes any longer. His heart was racing with each passing second. Only he knew how deeply Fallan's words moved him. He wasn't sure if it was his character's instilled emotions or his own. But whatever the answer was... He was certain that Fallan was speaking to his character, not to him–Davy.

Davy was about to get lost in his thoughts again when a hand caught his chin and lifted his head. Their locked gazes disconnected him from his complex thoughts. He smiled softly as he caressed Davy's chin. "Did I already tell you not to bow your head to anyone?"

Davy couldn't speak for a moment, his hand gripping the mattress. In the midst of his conflicting thoughts, he remembered what Lyle had said earlier. They could be real if he wanted them to be. Davy smiled at this ridiculous thought; had he reached that point? The conflicting emotions of not knowing who he was anymore, the confusion of reality and fantasy? He didn't know, perhaps?

His eyes lifted and he stared at the calm blue eyes he first saw the night he discovered he was trapped in this virtual world. The look made his heart skip a beat. Actually, it didn't really matter what was right or wrong. Davy had no idea what this game was about or what it meant to him.

Nothing else matters at that moment. With the realization that he might never leave this world and be trapped there forever, Davy realized he wasn't all that depressed or anxious about the future. Perhaps it hadn't hit him yet, and he'd go insane when that future arrived and bit him in the ass.

Now, Davy threw everything away and embraced his present. It could also be a way for him to enjoy his final moments or escape the reality he had created for himself. Most likely a combination of the two? His mind was incredibly calm and sober as if his hesitation and confusion had puffed out as smoke. His lips curved into a smile, his hands raised and reached as he clung to Fallan's neck.

Fallan's eyes flickered as if he was curious about this change in him, but he didn't say anything as he watched and waited for Davy.

"Can you take me?" he asked, his tone enticing and his eyes filled with undeniable desire. Fallan's calm demeanor was clearly affected by what he said, and his blue eyes began to flash even though he was still suppressing them. "Take me far away... from my reality," Davy didn't care what he was saying anymore; he didn't even care if Fallan understood him or not.

The overwhelming feelings gathered in his heart, and he wished for an escape. If he only had a few moments to live, he wants to make the most of them. He desires to be with them.

He couldn't see Fallan's eyelashes quiver in his hazy state. His hand gently strokes Davy's chin. Then knelt down and looked him in the eyes. "There's no need to take you away; we'll conquer your reality together,"

There was something about the way he said it that Davy didn't quite understand. Nonetheless, he smiled and nodded, trusting Fallan's words. He could be insane enough to believe in an NPC. If that were the case, he would embrace it wholeheartedly.