Commissioned [completed]

Chapter 32 - definitely bowling

"Ride with Sodo, Pittore," Terzo passed over his helmet to you. He was dressed in a black and cream short sleeve bowling shirt; the lapel had a grucifix, and the back had an embroidered grucifix in purple and silver. He matched half his ghouls. Tight pants, skull paint and bowling shoes.

A bowling uniform had no right to be attractive, but as Papa had his unbuttoned—a black tank covering his tattooed torso but showing his neckline...it really wasn't fair. His tattoos ran up his arms and were inky, flowing, like brush strokes. There were symbols you couldn't recognise and words in languages unknown.

"Right... sorry, what?" You were so gone for him.

"You're riding with Sodo, Sweetheart," Swiss had his shirt unbuttoned at the top showing the curls of his chest. He was glamoured with brown, human skin, face covered in a goggled mask. You followed his gaze to where Sodo sat idle on his bike, buggy eyes glinting in the darkening light of the garage. He was trying to intimidate you, as usual. His shirt was wide open beneath a leather jacket showing off his stomach tattoo and gold-flecked scar. His skin faded to pale pink as you were looking.

"Goodo," you grimaced. That bike. It was like looking at a unicorn in the Witcher series. And you were about to mount it again.

"Hold up," Swiss started as you began walking towards Sodo.

"What's up?" You turned, and he was there.

"For good luck," he grinned and leaned into you, snagging your mouth with his.

Swiss was so easy to get lost in; you returned his softness with hunger as if your events with the church and the long day with Terzo had left you starved. You pulled back, "Huh, you know what? I feel luckier." You nodded.

"It's why I do it," he chuckled back.

You caught Terzo's eye, and your heart went cold. He'd told you he was jealous, but his face was—you were breaking him. You squeezed his arm in passing as he turned to the van, and you turned to Sodo. "Sorry, Terzo, I'll be more careful in future."

"I.. yes, thank you, Pittore, uh, good luck with everything. I'll see you at the alley."

"That's if Sodo doesn't decide to eat me along the way...." you grumbled, watching the imp cock his head at you from afar.

"Play nice, Sodomiser," Terzo called, "remember our little talks, si?"

Sodo proceeded to give Terzo a jack-off gesture.

"You are one charming ass, you know that?" You said as you mounted behind him. You thought for a moment and wondered if you could just hold the sides of his leather jacket before he pulled you snug to him. The glamoured skin of his stomach was warm to the touch.

"You've been looking at my ass, bait?"

"I've seen enough to know that you don't really have one," you chuckled.

"So you have been looking," he leaned into you.

It was too close to how you had him on the bike in the barn. Your breath hitched. "Menace."

"You don't even know the half of it, Bait." He breathed you in. "Long day, _____?" he purred.

"Long fucking month; we're moving out." You pointed as the van started shifting.

To your side was Rain. "I'm riding with you," he informed quietly.

"And Aether, Swiss and I," Cirrus wore leathers too well. You thought she had the same bike as the other ghouls, so why did it somehow look better? Surely things would be better if you were riding with her.