Love, Your Killers [poly BL] ✔︎

FOURTEEN;

UNEDITED

Kairos leaned back in the leather seat, spreading his legs wide as his sapphire eyes twinkled in delight. "We're back here, again."

A groan escaped Prince's parted strawberry lips in euphoria, his lids fluttering shut. "Fuck me, Rose." He arched his back as Kairoses fingers needed into his pink flesh.

Kairos leaned down, his eyes flickering to mine, "Shh, let me love you quietly."

I quickly cleared my throat, looking away from the scene with crimson cheeks. "Prince, you should put your clothes on properly before we get there. And Kai, please stop trying to touch everything."

Kai scrunched his nose, giving me a dirty look for stopping him from having his fun time. "I don't touch every-"

"You touch too much." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest as I glared down at him.

Prince shook his head, slipping his arms back in his long-sleeved jumpsuit. "What's a matter with you?" He walked over to the mirror, ruffling his golden highlighted hair for tonight.

Honestly, all of him looked sinfully gorgeous.

I shrugged my shoulders trying to brush off the subject. God, this felt like year 11 guidance counselor talk. "I'm just anxious, okay?"

Kairoses shoulders shook as a booming laugh overtook his body, both Prince and I confused at what was funny. Kairos bent forward, slapping his knee like a freaking seal, "You remind me of Prince when I first met him. God, you should see your face, just like-"

"Shut up, Kairos." Prince and I snapped in unison.

I looked at Prince, stupidity, and happiness beaming through his moss-green eyes. If I could freeze this moment, maybe I would. Maybe it would be nice to know a Prince who wasn't a ruthless killer but simply a boy.

Ha, in your nightmares, idiot.

The limo came to a halt and so did the happy feeling of being with Prince and Kai.

Kairos threw a shot glass in my hand, "One for us," Kairos took the shot, readying a second, "Two for Ace's first day of school." We all took both of the shots, a burning sensation in our throats but it didn't matter. It would remind me that I'm going to be alive and that's with the help of the word called 'escape.'

We quickly slipped on your masks, Prince deciding to mimic a British accent to match his royal look. "Bow down to Prince Prince, peasants."

"Oh, I can't help but quiver in your presence, Prince Prince," Kairos pretended to faint, the serious look on Prince's face breaking into a smile.

I held up my hands in mock surrender, "You're good at accents, I'll give you that." He as almost too good. English, American, Australian, his normal French accent was already heavenly to any fangirls ears.

"Thank you, my little prince." He pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead, kind, and warming. I can't feel like this now.

A knock came from the chauffeur as opened the door, a fusillade of flashing lights already peaking in. Kairos sent a grin over his shoulder, the mask on his face grinning back at us too. "Don't let anyone fucking touch you, innocent monster." He gritted out with a jolly look on his face, it was low enough for only me to hear the threat that loomed from words.

I hope someone touches, I'd like to see what you can do in public. Let me wear a sign that begs for someone to kiss me smack bang on the lips. What was that you were saying, Kai?

Prince gracefully walked down next, his name ripping from the throats of journalists. A journalist beckoned him over, asking if he and Kairos were in a relationship. "We share a house, not a bed, love."