Rating: T / R / FRM
Pairing: Caleb/Pogue/Reid/Tyler (implied)
Word Count: 653
Author's Note: First of all, sorry for being so long with this update. Another plot bunny started eating me and a few friends, and as a result, there is a Covenant/Feast of Love crossover fic in the works. Well, it’s not a fic anymore, it’s a goddamn universe and it’s mostly finished. (headdesk) So, sorry? Here be fic! Enjoy! ;P

Completion
It had been so gradual that no-one noticed it at first. The tense atmosphere, the fights for no reason, the random emotional outbursts were all put down to the stress of school combined with the run up to his birthday. They were pretty sure it started with the knee bounce, which turned into nervous scratching, which turned into the shakes and they would watch as he disappeared for a while, only to be perfectly normal when he returned. Every time they tried to ask him about it, he either waved them off or went insanely moody with them, which made getting any kind of answer from him difficult.

It was Reid who said Tyler was acting like a junkie. It was scary how much the throw away comment made sense and the three of them, after analysing Tyler’s moods and habits, came to the conclusion that their youngest was addicted to some kind of drug.

Oh, how wrong they were.

The three of them stared in shock, amazement, and lust as their baby boy arched and writhed on the bed. He was naked, sweaty, panting heavily and if it wasn’t the ties around his wrists and ankles he would have come right off the bed. Tyler babbled incessantly, hips bucking every now and again and sending his hard-as-steel cock bobbing against his stomach.

Pogue was the first to speak, “That really shouldn’t be hot.”

“I know.” Reid answered, head tilted to the side as he watched. “But it is.”

“Guys.” Caleb warned, but even he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight in front of him. “We need to do something.”

“Like what, Caleb?” Reid snorted, “We don’t even know what’s causing it.”

“His Ascension?” The older one guessed.

“We didn’t get that.” Reid said, almost petulantly. “Why didn’t we get anything like that? Looks more fun than mine was.” He muttered darkly.

Caleb rolled his eyes, “Makes sense though. It’s only four days off.”

“Still doesn’t answer the question of what we’re gonna do with him.”

“I say we fuck him.”

Two pairs of wide eyes turned towards Pogue, who was still looking at Tyler’s thrashing body. It was a few seconds before he realised they were staring at him and he turned to look at them instead.

“What?” He asked, “It was just a suggestion.”

“Please tell me you aren’t serious?” Caleb asked; eyebrow arched above his surprised eyes.

“Well being strapped down to the bed isn’t doing any good, Cay.” Pogue shot back, “It was an idea.”

“YES!”

This shout of almost-rapture had three heads swinging back to Tyler. His hands had latched onto the headboard, wrists pulling at the ties and knuckles white with the strain.

“Yes.” He panted, “Please...just fuck me now!”

“Why don’t we just untie his wrists and let him jerk off?” Caleb said, trying to come up with another solution before they went straight into the deep end.

“No!” Tyler moaned, “Won’t...work. Too much...too far...need more...”

“So the only way this is gonna ease off is if he gets laid?” Reid asked with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye. “Sweet. Whose pleasure is it going to be, boys?”

“What? Reid—”

“Don’t care.” Tyler answered for him. “One of you...all of you...just...fuck me now.”

Caleb and Pogue shuddered at the forceful plea. Reid’s smirk just widened, “Well that’s settled then.” He said as he pulled off his clothes.

“Reid!” They said in unison. The blond pulled his shirt over his head and looked at them, fingers already starting on his jean.

“What? It was your idea, Pogue, what the fuck you complaining about?” He grinned evilly and glanced down quickly. “It’s not like you don’t want it.”

“Jesus, that’s not—”

“DON’T CARE!” Tyler all but screamed. “Someone do me, and do me now!”

That pretty much made up their minds and a few seconds later the floor was littered with hastily discarded clothes.