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Epilogue

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Epilogue

Blood was covering a pair of pale hands and a pair of slightly tanned hands.

The two looked around the room, smirking in evil pride as they finally got rid of who they knew deserved every single ounce of violence they acted with.

Oli's and Marissa's bodies were on the ground in their bedroom from the actions of Ashton and Luke. And the two men were ecstatic about it.

"Is it done...?"

A sudden soft voice knocked Luke and Ashton out of their darkened phase, making them look towards the door where they had left Calum with the simple instructions to simply stay quiet and watch as they committed their crimes.

Calum was adamant in being involved in the elimination in Oli and Marissa while Michael preferred to stay home, which was perfectly okay with the three men. Michael was their innocent, precious tattoo artist. They weren't expecting the man to involve himself in the night's adventure.

But Calum...

Luke and Ashton had always wondered how far their sweetheart's darkness could reach. Tonight they found out.

Calum didn't want to contribute with the deaths and act upon violence, but he did want to watch. He wanted to be there and watch as the two killers took out his and Michael's main issues. And he was glad he did; Calum felt like he could now take a deep, relaxing breathe of air.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Ashton asked, wiping his bloody hand on his suit jacket before placing it on top of Calum's cheek.

"I'm fine." He grinned, allowing Ashton to lean down and place his lips onto his briefly.

"Good. Let's go back to precious."

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Michael was busying himself with a sketchbook and a pencil while Luke and Ashton took Calum on some...business.

He knew what was happening. They were always completely honest with him now, which he appreciated. And strangely enough...he was glad they were going off and taking care of Oli and Marissa.

Them finally being gone for good was bringing a sense of relief to Michael. A sense of relief that seemed to already be making Michael feel like he weighed fifty pounds lighter.

The people who broke his heart were gone. He felt like was more capable of loving and being loved.

He then heard and saw the door open to Luke's house, making him look up from his sketchbook to see the three men entering the house. He instantly saw the blood on Luke and Ashton, sending surprisingly good, dark tingles to spread throughout his body.

It was a new interesting thing: to absolutely love how they would do anything for him. They've already proven it to him constant amount of times and he knew they would continue to do so.

Michael trusted the three with his heart, even if he couldn't trust them with it in the beginning.

"What are you drawing, precious?" Luke grinned brightly, stepping behind the couch where Michael was sat in order to look over the blonde's shoulder and at the sketchbook.

It was also interesting how Luke could be so...Luke, grinning and acting like a chaotic ray of sunshine, even right after murdering two people.

"Nothing really. Just whatever popped in my head." He answered honestly, lifting the sketchbook up for Luke to view. The man looked over Michael's realistic drawing, seeing the always perfect lines and shading.

"This is it." Luke suddenly said, making Michael turned sideways to look up at the man confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this is going to be my first tattoo."

"Oh...Really?" Michael gleamed, smiling brightly when Luke nodded while still scanning the drawing.

It was a beautiful, realistic rose. It was different from Ashton's who's was thorny and more deadly looking compared to this one, which was still thriving with elegant life. Their petals were all intact, full of life and strength. The stem was cleared from any dangerous thorns. Like most of Michael's creations, the drawing was black and grey realism.

"Copying me I see." Ashton said once he brought Calum over, hand-in-hand. He referenced for Calum to sit down next to Michael on the couch, since he was the only one not covered in blood.

Luke cheekily rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry my precious is so good at drawing roses."

"Your precious?" Ashton rose an eyebrow, making Michael start to preciously blush.

Luke smirked at the tone to Ashton's voice, loving to rile up the dominating man, "I found him first."

"And yet he screams my name louder than yours."

Michael went completely red from this. But their little loving banter made Calum laugh and smirk at everyone's reaction. He was truly the observer, loving to watch his men with their actions and words.

Ashton was smug in pride, Michael was flustered with redness, and Luke was stunned from the surprisingly really good comeback from Ashton. It was too good to even be mad at.

"Oh I love you all." Calum kept laughing out, gaining the three's attention.

Calum usually kept to himself and played the part as the quiet observer who analyzed situations and used everyone's underestimation in himself as a smart advantage.

But now, with the three and specifically within this moment, the three's attention was set directly onto him. He became a spotlight with the three men he loved and trusted. And for the first time in his life he didn't mind.

He didn't want to end this. He wanted to live.

Ashton smiled. Luke smiled. Michael smiled.

Everything was going to work out no matter how hard things would get. They always had each other's back and gave each other both affirmation and peace in their minds and bodies.

Ashton spoke up, "My three little roses...What am I supposed to do with you?"

The End.

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I hope you enjoyed sweetheart, doll, precious, and daddy as much as I did <333

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