The Lord of the Library

Chapter Forty-One

PJ crossed his arms, frowning like a disapproving mother. The moment his brother and his new found lover stepped out, he spoke up; "I heard what you two did. I can't believe you two."

Gradient yelped, seeing his brother there. He hid behind Vux, whimpering. He was scared of what his brother was going to do now that he knows about the lewd things he and Vux have done. He didn't want to be forced away from Vux.

PJ stormed up to Vux. He stood tall, but Vux stood taller. PJ stood taller. Vux stood even taller. At this point PJ was on his toes and Vux was barely on his own, still looking down at PJ. Vux tried not to quiver or start to cry, pretty scared of PJ.

Eventually, the shorter stood down. He crossed his arms as he kept glaring at Vux. The lavender haired male stood down, not slouching. He was moments away from crying out of fear.

"Okay." PJ held out his hand. His sword hand was empty, he wasn't going to hurt Vux. He was going to shake his hand.

Vux took the hand and shook it firmly, keeping his posture straight and his face stern. He wasn't going to back down. He wasn't going to show PJ any fear.

"You better treat him well." With that, PJ took his hand away and went to his room. He didn't want to let Gradient date him, but he could respect the man.

Gradient stared at Vux with awe, just blinking. He didn't want to laugh or jump with joy that his brother was allowing him to be with Vux.

"W-wow..." Vux mumbled, falling to the ground. He sat there, staring at Gradient.

"I'm so happy!" Gradient squealed, basically jumping onto him. He nuzzled Vux's cheek, giggling and smiling.

"I am, too! I love you so much, Gradient!"

"I love you, more!"

The two were giggling and hugging and basically cuddling on the living room floor. They nuzzled and cuddled and kissed and said millions of 'I love you's to each other.

PJ watched, frowning. He watched as his brother was kissed all over his face and told he was loved. He turned his attention to Fresh, who was sleeping and drooling all over the pillow. Fresh never told him he loved him, quite the opposite of his brothers' relationships. They were filled with cuddles and love and being lovers.

Paperjam wanted that. He wanted Fresh to kiss him all over and tell him he loved him more than anything in this world. He wanted to be told he was loved after getting his ass wrecked. He wanted to be gently held and for Fresh to tell him that he would do anything for him. He wanted to be told he was beautiful and not just sexy. He liked being sexy, of course, but he wanted to also be complemented innocently. He wanted to be cuddled as Fresh whispered sweet things to him. He wanted to cuddle and watch movies nude before starting to make passionate love.

"Master, its time to get up." PJ frowned, walking to Fresh and shook his arm. He groaned and looked at PJ, some drool still going down his chin.

"Oh, hey Slut!" Fresh got up, smiling. He wiped his mouth and PJ suddenly kissed him. He wanted love, even if it was only sex.

After a few minutes, PJ was forced away. He groaned, trying to get more pleasure from just Fresh's lips. He was sloppily kissing his cheek as Fresh rolled his eyes, allowing him to just kiss him over and over again.

"Slut, stop being such a whore." Fresh pulled him away, grabbing his 'YOLO' sunglasses. He put them on, adjusting slightly and then looking at PJ.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm just a big slut for you~" PJ cooed, just wanting to be fucked already. He helped his Master through his heat just the night before yet he already wanted more.