Scaramouche hoists up Aether onto the kitchen counter, staring at him with a lustful gaze in his pale indigo eyes. He smothers his lips on the other's neck. Scaramouche was never going to get caught cheating. He was sure of it.

That is until... he hears the 'click' of the keys unlocking the door.

The deep indigo haired male believes he was just hearing things since Aether didn't react. He shrugs it off and continues to make love with the other. It was his game to play, no one else's.