Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4: Papa IV Era & The Main Event - Fate Breaker (MxM)

Don't You Ever Forget It

“Air! Stop!”

It was Secondo, and even in his rage, Air obeyed his Papa. He came to a halt in the middle of the corridor and spun around to face him. His eyes glowed and his lips peeled back from his fangs, causing Secondo to pause. He raised his brows in surprise at the ferocity he saw and Air didn’t even try to temper it.

“What?” he snarled.

Secondo raised his hands and took a slow step towards him.

“My office,” he said, keeping eye contact.

Air growled, but he did as he was told and headed there. It was still dark out but Air didn’t bother to turn on the light as he let them in. Secondo did, though, and he closed the door behind them.

“How fucking could he?” Air snarled. “I was so close to ripping his fucking throat out! He’s torn out my heart this time. I should have fucking known not to get involved with him! I gave him my soul and this is what he does!” Secondo went and sat down behind his desk, staying quiet and letting him rant. Air started pacing back and forth, trying not to lose his shit completely, but he was so close to snapping. The agony he’d felt at Quinn’s words clawed at him relentlessly, and he couldn’t think straight. “I felt sorry for him! I thought Andras had done that to him, that he’d hurt him, but he fucking asked for it! They can fucking have each other, they can live out their little fucked up fantasies together forevermore. If it had been anyone else, absolutely anyone, I could have handled it, but him? Fucking Andras? I’m fucking done.”

He paced some more, his thoughts spiralling out of control. 

Air didn't know how long Secondo waited for him to work it through, but it must have been a while. He eventually sighed and spoke up.

“Air, listen to me. You are angry, si? But you don’t have the whole story.”

Air looked at him through the reflection in the massive mirror that hung above the granite fireplace and he growled.

“The whole story? Did you see him? Did you smell him? He fucking stank of desire for Andras. He’s spent the last few hours back with his mentor, acting out everything he’s clearly been missing these last few centuries. The first opportunity he got, he took his chance and he let him in. He smelled like he’d cum so many times he couldn’t fucking see straight!”

He glanced at himself and screamed through clenched teeth, seeing red at the thought of Quinn and Andras together. Air raised his hand and punched the glass, pissed off when the stupid thing only cracked around his fist and didn’t explode all over him. Secondo jumped up.

“Air! That is enough! You will sit down and shut up.”

Air turned his head and glared at Secondo.

“I can’t handle this anymore! Why couldn’t I have found someone normal? What did I do that was so bad that I ended up with that fucking asshole? Why is everything always so complicated and painful with him?”

Secondo stood and approached him carefully.

“Air, please, we can sort this out, but you have to calm yourself.”

Air shook his hand out. The knuckles were bleeding and it stung, but he didn’t care.

“I knew as soon as I saw him he would be trouble for me. That night in here, when he stood there in chains, all fucking aloof and snarky and just being so fucking... infuriating!” Air sighed, remembering the first time he’d laid eyes on Quinn when Secondo had been looking for a replacement for Quintessence. “His aura, though. I just couldn’t get enough of it. I’m a fucking glutton for punishment.”