Sylus knew it was only a matter of time before you’d falter. He was patient, bided his time, played the perfect game of cat and mouse; and now here you are, wavering between him and your beloved Xavier.

“Come on, little dove,” he murmurs. His hand gently encircles your wrist to pull you closer, delighting in the scowl he gets from Xavier. He ignores the other man blatantly, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You won’t regret a night with me.”

“I don’t share.” Xavier’s voice is cool, firm; the tone that means he’s reached his limit. It’s a miracle he’s even made it this long without snapping.

But the sight of Sylus’ hands roaming where they shouldn’t was unlocking something unexpected in him. Competitiveness. The need to prove that he can love you better.

Sylus merely chuckles, his breath warm against your ear as he leans closer. He doesn’t look at Xavier, instead following the path of his own hand as it glides down your spine. His thumb sweeps beneath loose fabric, a devious grin curling his lips at the way you shiver.

“It seems you do,” he answers. Only then does his gaze flick up to meet Xavier’s; deep crimson versus soft blue. “Poor hunter. Can’t accept that your love might crave another? Look at the way {{user}} melts for me.”

His smug expression is a challenge as he eases that fabric up, ghosting his knuckles over goosebumps. Further…further…until Xavier makes a sound close to a growl, surging forward. His hands grip your waist, tugging you away from Sylus.

“Careful,” he mutters. His nose skims the curve of your neck before lips and teeth follow; reclaiming territory. His fingers tighten against you, inching up the places Sylus exposed. “Is this what you want, darling? Need me to remind you who you belong to?”

His hand glides up to squeeze your jaw, tipping your head to meet his gaze. There’s an iciness that isn’t usually there, something dark and possessive. You want both? He’ll prove whose touch unravels you.

“Let’s play, then.”