[C] Supernatural Meeting

Miz had felt absolutely elated at being cuddled by someone like Alyosha.

The human man was huge, strong, and probably the best cuddler on Earth as far as Miz could tell.

His small little body was totally engulfed into Lyo's strong but gentle embrace. In a way the boy felt like how a doll must feel being held by a small child... that is if dolls had feelings of course.

Miz was so hungry he didn't realize he was waking Lyo up. He kept licking and sucking at the wound to try and get as much blood from it as possible.

The feeling of the boy's tongue and lips against his skin, in his dazed sleepy state, was bringing out a reaction in the man's body that he was sure to feel embarrassed about when he was more awake.

Lyo's hips unconsciously pressed forwards against the boy's body as he gave another soft groan.

His eyes blinked open hazily and he moaned softly, turning his face away from the light.

When Miz felt the hard pressing against his back he froze up.

He bit his lip and, despite his cheeks turning a dark pink, couldn't help but start to giggle uncontrollably. He hadn't tried to rile Lyo up but the poor man couldn't help it in his sleepy state.

Miz moved away slightly to put some space between their bodies and then gently bit down on Lyo's cut hand.

He didn't do it to be mean as much as he did it to try and wake Lyo up, while scoring some blood at the same time.

Still, he was having a hard time not giggling like a child.

Alyosha grunted when his wrist was bitten.

That cleared his head quickly, thankfully.

And then he cursed softly under his breath, trying to shuffle away from Miz a little. Only ending up toppling off the couch. He grabbed the closest thing in hopes of keeping himself up. That failed miserably when he grabbed Miz.

They both fell to the ground in a heap and Alyosha groaned in embarrassment.

Miz squeaked out loudly and his arms flailed about to try and cling onto something.

But it was useless, he toppled over on top of the Large Russian man.

"I'm sorry!" He said, but even as he apologized his voice broke into a giggle. The giggle was quick to turn into a laugh.

Miz couldn't remember the last time he laughed like this.

It felt wonderful.

[Speech is English, Italics are Russian]

Alyosha's head tilted back, banging into the wooden floor.

He looked pained for a moment before he allowed himself to chuckle softly.

Lyo ruffled Miz's hair gently.

"Hungry?" he asked softly when he felt the sting of his irritated wound.

A cute, albeit slightly embarrassed look came to the boy's face.

He nodded his head up and down.

"Sorry... I wasn't going to try and wake you up but then I felt you're... you're you-know-what in my back and then... yeah... okay yeah I'm hungry." He stumbled around his sentence.

"And I guess now that you know I'm not human.... blood is all I can sustain myself with." He told Lyo freely.

"But I don't think we should tell your boyfriend or his boyfriend, okay?" Miz really only felt comfortable with Lyo knowing the truth of his nature.

Alyosha cleared his throat awkwardly. He did, however, let a little smirk curl his lips when Miz called his cock a 'you-know-what.' That was childish and adorable.

The man nodded and held up his hand, his other hand rifling in his pocket to pull out his knife.

He flicked it open and pressed the blade to his skin to cut another incision in his palm.

He blade paused, though, at Miz's next words.

"His boyfriend...?" Alyosha asked slowly.

He set the knife aside and nudged Miz away from him as he stood. His boyfriend?

The bedroom door burst open, banging against the wall with a loud thud. He froze up when he saw clothes and toys laying around. He gnashed his teeth together and growled softly.

Alyosha and Maks weren't in a monogamous relationship. But there was a rule about using their toys on other partners. Dont. Fucking. Do. It.

"Wake up, you fuck face." Lyo stalked forwards, foot rearing back before meeting with Mak's naked back.

Then he turned around and just walked out.

Little asshole.

Maks jolted awake when the door practically flew off of it's hinges.

He looked up groggily, when his gaze landed on Lyo his eyes went wide and he cried out loudly.

The man crumbled forward and clutched onto his back, letting out a chocked string of curses.

He tried to push himself up but crumbled back against the bed.

That prick had kicked him in the spine and he could feel his pale skin bruising instantly.

"Fuck! Alyosha!"

He yelled out before cringing against the bed.

Miz realized immediately that he had said something wrong. His eyes got big and he looked very guilty.

He had assumed, since Maks and Daniil were screwing around right in the kitchen, that there were no secrets going on, and that Lyo was aware of the situation.

Apparently not?

Miz winced when he heard the door swing open and the commotion in the other room.

Guilt gnawed at him.

He just caused something bad, he was sure of it.

By the time Lyo returned Miz looked horribly ashamed of himself.

"Sorry." He said, his voice just slightly louder then a whisper.

"Is all right."

Alyosha sat down on the couch and leaned over to pick up the knife again.

He cut into his palm and held it out for Miz.

"Drink."

Maks and Daniil could clean themselves up and get their asses out here in their own time.

Miz could tell that Lyo was pretty damn annoyed.

He gently took the man's hand and began licking up the spilling blood. He was careful this time to not let any waste. He wasn't starving this time, so he was able to concentrate better and not let any of the crimson liquid spill away.

When he was done, he hadn't taken nearly as much as he had the night before.

"Thank you." He said, looking up at Lyo with very grateful eyes.

"I'm sorry again... I... I thought you knew... they did it right in the kitchen so...." He bit his lip to silence himself, realizing he probably just made things worse.

"Is fine," he assured again.

He pat the boy's head gently, ruffling his blond hair.

"Not your fault."

It wasn't Miz's fault. The boy had nothing to be worried about. Everything laid on Maks and Daniil's shoulders.

It would be sorted out when Maks was in less pain and finally left the bedroom.

Somehow getting his messy hair tousled by Lyo made Miz feel a bit better. It was an act of endearment and helped encourage Miz that he wasn't in trouble.

Mizraim let out a soft sigh.

What a hell of a day it had been so far.

And after one hell of a night too.

Still, Miz wished that things could stay like this. That he could stay with Alyosha and Maksim, despite their somewhat dysfunctional relationship.

It was a better life than he had known in a long long time

But he knew better. His time with them was ticking away. Even if Lyo and Maks wanted to keep him, there would be no way Uriel would allow it. Miz really had blinded himself in his hope for something better, but reality was catching up with him.

Alyosha would be able to see that despite the feint smile on his lips, Mizraim was very troubled. Of course that probably wouldn't have come as a surprise to the Russian man, considering all he had seen of Miz's life all ready.

Maks hissed as he forced himself out of bed, clutching onto his back as he hobbled toward his discarded clothes.

He pulled on his pants and yanked on a hoody before grudgingly shuffling into the living room.

He looked less than pleased, as a personal rule he didn't let anyone except Lyo inside of him, despite how rough Lyo was with him he didn't trust anyone else to be that intimate with him.

They had resorted to toys when Maks needed to be entered in order to get off.

He wouldn't be having sex any time soon, thanks to Lyo he could barely move.

"You're a cunt."

He muttered, hobbling toward the kitchen.

Alyosha allowed himself a smirk as he watched Maks hobble towards the kitchen.

Seeing Maks in pain always bought him a sick thrill. Especially when he imagined the lovely dark bruise that was most likely forming on his skin right now.

He'd have fun using that bruise against him in the near future.

Both Lyo and Maks were notorious for poking and prodding bruises to get rises out of the other. This one was sure to be a hefty bruise. Alyosha was going to get a lot of nice reactions out of his boyfriend.

The man began binding his hand tightly again with the bandages that Miz had undone in his sleep.

"Does that make you an asshole?" he called out towards the kitchen.

Mizraim watched the two lovers bicker, not fully understanding what they were saying.

He picked up a few words, and could tell pretty well that they were most likely name calling.

How odd it was, that this was one of the most functional relationships that Miz had witnessed in all his time on this unsavory planet.

Maks went to make himself a cup of coffee, flicking hair from his face as he trudged back in and gingerly sat down on the spare couch.

He didn't address either of them beyond that, he just sat there sipping at his coffee, feeling sorry for himself every time he tried to move.

He could feel jolts of pain running up his back so he wasn't much in the mood for conversation.

Lyo tucked the end of the bandage away and leaned back against the couch, eyes sliding shut.

He gave a soft moan as he stretched.

"So...was he a good fuck?"

Anger aside, the two always shared their conquests. He wanted to know if Daniil was a good fuck.