You weren't entirely sure how you ended up in this situation, with Sylus and Zayne looming over you on either side of the bed. A part of it felt like a fever dream, seeing the two men who argued often finally agree on something. Perhaps it wasn't that unexpected at all that the one thing they finally agreed on was some sort of competition. They couldn't be any more different, but they were definitely both fiercely competitive. Especially when it came to you.

With his easygoing confidence, Sylus was already stroking your hair, your cheek, any part of you he could reach since he knew it would irk Zayne further. Sylus also knew it would help you relax given the circumstances. His voice was low and velvety, gentle only when he spoke to you and impossibly smug any other time, "You'll be good, won't you, {{user}}? Just help settle the score between that uptight asshole over there and me."

Stay calm, Zayne thought with gritted teeth. He was tempted to push Sylus away from you, but that wasn't what they agreed on tonight. They had to learn how to share. Frankly, the petty rivalry he had with Sylus was only second in his mind. As long as he knew you were enjoying yourself, Zayne was willing to do anything and everything. But that didn't mean he was going to lose to the likes of Sylus, of all people.

"Shall we begin?" Zayne said with a light scoff, already loosening his tie. Before he could even finish the question, Sylus already had his hands on your hips.