Paradise [poly BL] ✔︎

Twenty) Mainac's Drink Death For Breakfast 。

I don't know what I'm about to do. But I'm going to do it anyway. Dying is not an option.

I'm pressed up between Beryl and Quinn, the feeling of their bodies next to mine comforting me.

I don't know everything about them, and secrets are best of hidden. But with their arms around me and their love holding me, I know that even if I got to know them. It wouldn't matter. I am madly in love with them and all I want to know is them.

The silent nights, the heated destruction, the truthful love. I don't just want to know them, I want to know all the boy's.

I want to know how Tweedledum (Kee) is angel in hell-even if his lets his fists do the talking. I want to take Mason everywhere around the world; let him see the stars not just in his eyes. I want to Quinn to read as many books as he wants, weather they be the one's Beryl writes or not. I want Beryl to be able to relax, to not have to worry about caring for all of us. And, I secretly want to take care of him.

I want to love them. But I already do.

I relaxed in their hold, pressing myself further into their chests, "Beryl, Quinn, I love you." I mumbled, a bittersweet tone resting upon it.

The corner of Quinn's lips tugged upwards, his hand running through his hair. He removed his glasses before shutting that book Beryl had written for him. "I love you too."

Beryl pretended to wipe a stray tear from his cheek, "Don't go saying things like that, Lou bug," His hand massaged my scalp, the sensation sending tingles down my spine. "We still have eternity to love, and make love."

Typical cheesy Beryl.

Quinn slapped him on the back of his head, bickering coming from Beryl. Quinn simply laughed and continued reading.

I felt goosebumps litter my skin, the warmth from Quinn and Beryl not enough. I want to feel every god-damn inch of them but I want time.

What the fuck am I doing? I am so confused and lost and shit shit shit.

Beryl and Quinn has felt the change in my presence, noticing the tenseness in my back and the worry dancing across my face.

"We won't stoping loving you, Lou, I don't think we ever can. But you need to believe in us; trust us with your love and we'll give you our lives." Quinn pressed his lips to my forehead, enough to calm me down, for now.

"Now you need to eat, we can't have you acting like a limp dick all day." I gave Beryl a look, a limp dick? I know for a fact it's anything but limp. He shook his head, an amused smirk reminding me of the Cheshire Cat. Pressing some honey toast to my mouth, Beryl urged me to eat.

Their both right, you know? This love, it's going to have its troubles. Unlike him, he's full of troubled love.

Quinn went back to reading the book that Beryl stayed up all night writing. Both Beryl and I finished our food while he told me stories about Irish history and old folk tales.

Out of the blue, Beryl pressed his large palm to the side of my head so that I was looking straight at him. His brown eyes drinking me in.

His thick lips pressed against mine, roughly devouring me. A groan emitting from him, mixing with my moans. My eyes fluttered close, completely submitting to his skillful lips.

You know what else he's skilled at.

The lingering taste of honey and citrus was left on my lips, the prefect blend.

God. That's what he is,
G-O-D.

Suddenly the door entrance door to the living room opened, cutting our love fest short. Three guards pushing Leighton and Zion further into the room. Both of them seemingly unharmed.

We can do this. We can and we will.

Everyone quickly got up from where they were; ready to get the hell out of here.

Zion and pulled each other into a hug once away from the guards. Zion speedily pressing a small kiss to Leighton's cheek, a cute blush on both of their faces.

"Trust us, Lou bug." Beryl mumbled before striding towards to guards.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, don't let your words be the last. My legs already feel like jelly and I can smell my sweet radiating off me.

The sound of flesh on flesh brought me to the reality of the situation. Beryls' hand had quickly punched one of the guards square in the face, the one which Keegan had punched in the face day before.

That dude must really want to quit his job by now.

The guard threw a punch back which Beryl he had barely dodged. Keegan then jumped in, punching the second guard who had pushed Zion in. A loud crunch bounced off the wall, Beryl's guard left in a heap on the floor.

"Yes, Ry-Ry, more you knock out, the less punches on punch a ginge day!" Leighton shouted, his fist pumping the air.

Charlie pushed Leighton to the side of the room, making sure no guards got to him. Charlie paused for a moment, transfixed on Leighton's adrenaline filled expression. He quickly shoved Leighton to Zion before joining Cole and Beryl.

More guards piled into the room, moving us to the center of the room. Luckily, most of the guards were far away from where we need to escape. Shouts were flown across the room along, Keegan's maniac laughter reaching everyone's ears.

Quinn grabbed Leighton and Zion's hand, motioning for Mason, River and I to follow him, "We need to go, now!"