The Devil, the Beauty, and the Beast (short story)

Chapter 2

Prapai is dozing on Rain's chest. One of the Omega's hands is in his hair, cradling his head closer, unwilling to let him go even in the slightest, the other arm he keeps arched gracefully above his head. Their naked skin shimmers in the faint light from the garden lights below that filters inside through the windowfront of the bedroom. Though dulled slightly by the steady rain outside, the yellowish shine pours over Rain's thigh when he shifts it. Even in their sleep, Prapai is deeply lodged inside him, their bodies intertwined, long, slender legs entangled, bronze skin sliding against pearly one. Both their beautiful faces are relaxed, lips parted slightly, soft breaths escaping them whenever either of them shifts.

The patter of rain against the glass makes for a cozy tint to the atmosphere that still smells like lust and heat and sex.

Phayu can barely breathe where he stands in the doorway, one hand raised to take the belt of his bag off his shoulder. His jacket is dripping wet and he shrugs it off as quietly as he can, dropping it to the ground. With shaking fingers, he fumbles with his tie, the buttons of his shirt, the buckle of his belt. Everything seems to want to hinder him to get to his sweet boys.

Step by step on his way to the bed, Phayu drops a piece of clothing until he's fully naked and the bedroom floor strewn with disbanded clothes – his own, Rain's, and Prapai's alike. That's fine, that doesn't matter. They'll clean up later.

When his knee pushes into the edge of the mattress, Prapai begins to shift. He should've long since woken up at someone intruding on them like this, but Phayu knows his scent is too familiar for the younger Alpha to register as a possible threat. If anything, it lulls Prapai deeper into sleep. He presses his cheek against Rain's smooth chest, tip of his tongue sliding out to wet his lips before he settles right back down.

Phayu watches, enraptured with that brief glisten of pink between those plush lips. He's been missing the taste of them for so long. Ever since they've shared their last rut before Phayu has met Rain. Prapai, player as he is, does not meddle with taken people. And when Phayu has brought Rain to the track with his mark proudly standing against the Omega's pale skin, there has been some real, painful force behind Prapai's shoulder clap, almost like a last bitter farewell to whatever has been between them in their teenage years.

He knows Prapai isn't mad at him, or even jealous of Rain. He adores Rain to the moon and back again – hell, sometimes Phayu doesn't know which of the two of them loves Rain more. Prapai would never begrudge them their happiness even in the slightest, but it's obvious from how he sometimes looks at them both, eyes soft with tenderness when he doesn't think they're watching, how desperately he wants them. Needs them, loves them – whatever it is, it's like a dagger to the heart every time Phayu sees that expression cross Prapai's face.

Phayu loves Rain, has never loved anybody so much to the point of scaring himself with the intensity of it before, but Rain— Rain, his precious bunny with those gorgeous amber eyes and the sunshine smiles, the laughter and the pouts and his fiery little tempers, oh, Rain drives him crazy with love.

And still—

Prapai has never once left his heart, not completely, at least. They still love to tease and romp and play like pups when they have spare time, and more than once has Phayu gotten Prapai under him with those perfect, plush lips parted in happy, breathless little pants, so beautiful and so kissable. He knows Rain would have not one opposing word to say. He plays with Prapai too, sometimes, although it's much gentler then, Prapai pulling Rain on top of him, nuzzling his cheeks until the Omega is laughing and squealing with glee like a pup.

Yes, they love Prapai, and he loves them, and they all love each other, and why has it taken them so painfully long to act on it?

Phayu lifts one trembling hand and ever so gently runs the back of it over the soft curve of Prapai's cheek. With a sharp jolt, the younger Alpha wakes, thick lashes fluttering only to reveal the soft darkness of those puppy eyes beneath as he looks up, clearly dazed with sleep.