This fish sticks tasted like betrayal. He had eaten them strictly to be rid of them from the planet before deciding to check on Fen, who had gone to his room to take a nap. He'd taken several pain pills after coming home from his orthodontist appointment, and considering he simply texted him that he couldn't talk that great yet, Pyre didn't bother him. 

Just checking on him now... behave. 

Thankfully, the guy was tucked beneath several of his heavy heated blankets, not giving Pyre's mind a chance to come up with too many perverted scenarios. 

I think he might actually still be asleep. 

Pyre inched closer, noticing that it was getting pretty late. His vendetta against the remaining fish sticks had really made the time fly by. 

Pyre? 

Pausing by Fen's bedside, Pyre glanced back toward the open door. Most of the lights were already off, but one small one in the hallway allowed him to see Gin's outline standing in the doorway. 

Is he doing okay? Still asleep? 

Pyre quietly hurried from the room after one more glance down at Fen. As soon as he was back in the hall and had Fen's door shut he nodded. 

"Yeah, he's out cold. I'm glad they gave him good pain medication. I didn't realize he got surgery," he said as he walked with Gin back toward the main room. 

"He's been planning on trying it for a while, but it wasn't a sure thing. I guess he just needed the right push to go for it," Gin said, making Pyre stop walking and tilt his head, curious. 

He would have asked what the guy had had done, but he was sure that Fen would tell him when he was ready... if he felt like it. 

"If it helps him in any way, I'm glad he went ahead and did it," he eventually said as he turned into the kitchen and got himself a cup of cold water. 

He downed most of it before a sound drew his attention toward the elevator. 

It's almost eleven...

When the doors opened, he set his glass down on the counter and briskly walked up to the man who was stepping out. Gin met him there, their previous intentions completely forgotten. 

They both clearly wanted to ask the same thing; What happened? But they also both knew just by glancing at each other, that neither would. Instead, Pyre allowed Gin to take the lead and step forward. When he offered Blake a hand, the man hesitantly set his own bruised one in it. 

Since Fen was asleep and neither of them wanted to risk waking him, they brought Blake to their smaller bathroom and had him sit up on the counter. 

As Gin carefully helped him out of his torn shirt, Pyre dug through the medicine cabinet and found some band-aids, gauze, antiseptic, and whatever else they were going to need. By the time he refocused his attention on Blake, the man was missing his shirt... and what he saw there actually made Pyre's stomach angry that it had eaten earlier. 

Are you going to be okay? came Gin's worried thought as he began gently patting a long cut that looked like it had actually been caused by some sort of belt with a damp washcloth. 

He could sense Gin's worry grow, but Pyre understood what to say and not say. 

I'm fine. 

Instead of saying anything more, they both worked together quietly to tend to the many injuries on Blake's chest. It took about thirty minutes before Pyre leaned back, proud of their work. Thankfully, most of the cuts weren't very deep, but they would definitely leave a scar or two, and the skin around them was already bruising. 

As Gin gently guided Blake to turn a bit so that they could look at his back, Pyre hurried to the kitchen and filled a cup with warm water, then added some honey and lemon juice. 

Blake took the drink with an exhausted smile, nursing it gratefully as Pyre returned his attention back to helping Gin. 

The more they both worked, the more Pyre realized that Blake's injuries weren't normal. At least, not for most people. 

He wanted to ask Gin if he knew that Blake was into hardcore BDSM, but there was no way of communicating without Blake hearing since he seemed to have a bond with them both, too. So, they continued on in silence until they finished with his back. 

He watched as Gin carefully helped Blake down from the counter afterward, but when the guy's legs nearly buckled and his face twisted with pain, he realized that they had some more work to do. 

Instead of beginning to help right away, though, Pyre went back to the kitchen and found a small pair of scissors, then returned. 

When he reached up toward Blake's neck with one hand, the guy flinched, but he didn't say anything or try to pull away when he grabbed the thick, tight collar at his neck. 

He waited a full ten more seconds before lifting the scissors and very, very carefully cutting through the leather until it dropped to the floor. Blake's eyes followed the item as it fell, lingering on it for a long time as Gin began working on his right leg after having taken the scissors Pyre had brought to cut away the ruined clothing. 

Pyre handed Gin whatever he needed as time went on, but instead of helping more with his hands, he simply leaned against the counter beside Blake. He honestly didn't know much about the BDSM lifestyle, but he'd seen enough to put two and two together. It was odd, though. Blake didn't act like a submissive guy, at all, but then again, everyone was different. He could prefer to be a dominant person in his daily life, but then appreciate someone being above him at home, or vise versa. 

Either way, he wasn't one to judge about other people's life choices. The only thing he wanted to say about their current situation was that whoever Blake's dominant currently was, they were clearly overdoing it. 

"I was just about to make some eggs and toast for a quick snack before bed, would you guys like any?" Gin asked, even though Pyre knew for a fact that the guy was already plenty stuffed from the fish sticks from earlier, as was he. 

Still, Pyre shrugged one shoulder and nodded. 

"Sure, I'll take a slice and an egg." 

To his relief, Blake slowly nodded as Gin helped him into a pair of borrowed sweatpants, then tied the drawstrings to keep them up. 

"Cool, I'll get on that. Feel free to lounge around until its done," he said as he headed for the kitchen. 

Pyre stayed back and watched Blake through the corner of his eye, reading his body language and posture. He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but he knew better. When Blake wanted to talk, he would talk. 

Just as he was straightening up to walk out of the bathroom Pyre felt arms wrap around his middle. He let them pull him backwards into an extremely careful hug. They stayed that way for several quiet minutes before he felt Blake's body finally begin to relax against his own. They ended up carefully maneuvering themselves to the floor, where he allowed the man to settle him in his lap. 

Once situated, Pyre leaned his head back as Blake buried his face in the crook of his neck. He could tell that the guy was crying, but that was totally fine. Somehow, some way, his situation turned negative and he had to remove himself from it. Considering the amount of injuries he had on himself, he was surprised that he'd held it together so well for so long. 

They both seemed to lose track of time as they rested there, but eventually a sound drew Pyre's sleepy mind from its doze and made him open eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed. He was trying to process what was going on when he saw Blake's arm lift from where it had been wrapped around his waist, to extend forward and upward, taking a plate that Gin was offering to him. 

Blake, surprisingly, settled the plate in Pyre's lap, then picked up a piece of the beautifully-crisp toast and lifted it to Pyre's lips. He hadn't exactly wanted to eat anymore that evening, but the smell of melted butter and fresh strawberry jam had him changing his mind and taking a bigger-than-necessary bite out of the snack. 

Feeling the guy chuckle against his back, Pyre couldn't help but smile. When Blake leaned forward over his shoulder to take a bit for himself, Pyre leaned up and grabbed hold of the edge of the toast with his teeth. 

His reaction took Blake by slight surprise, but then the guy simply shook it off and leaned a little closer to take his own bite. 

Needless to say, the toast disappeared quickly. The eggs took a bit longer, but not because they didn't taste amazing. It was mainly because him and Blake were fighting each other with their forks, trying to see who could get the most egg onto theirs before the other knocked it off. 

By the time they were done with their remaining food, there was more egg on the floor than in their stomachs, but they were both laughing quietly as Gin returned to take their empty plate after having loaded the dishwasher. 

"Uh?" 

The guy's confused mumble drew their attention up to him, a crooked smile on Pyre's face as Blake pursed his lips, looking at least a tiny bit embarrassed as he moved Pyre from his lap and stood, then offered him a hand up. 

Pyre accepted, then looked down at his egg-covered sweatpants. After hearing both the guys before him trying to hold back another round of laughter, he shrugged and dropped his pants before heading to Gin's room and retrieving one of his. 

Whatever Fen had ordered him would be there in the next day or two, but until then he just borrowed whatever. No one seemed to mind. 

Once done, he walked out, only to have each of his arms grabbed by the two guys as they walked into the room. 

"We already cleaned up the mess. Let's get some rest, Pyre. It's super later," Gin said at the same time Blake offered him an exhausted but honest smile. 

They tugged him over to Gin's large queen bed before releasing him to climb in. He waited until the two were situated before flipping off the light and getting himself in bed. 

He wasn't too sure where he should go, since he honestly didn't want to accidentally stress Blake out, but when he felt Gin grab his wrist in the darkness and guide him forward, he went where directed. 

That spot ended up being snuggly settled in his arms. He'd thought that Blake would have taken that spot once they'd all gotten comfortable, but it did make sense that he didn't want to be too close to others right then. 

Looking over his shoulder, he saw that the guy had lied down nearby, but not close enough to touch them. He considered saying something, but when he felt Gin lean forward and press a kiss to his own exposed neck, Pyre quickly turned his head back around and even tucked his chin slightly, somehow embarrassed by the sneak attack. 

His reaction drew a quiet bit of laughter from Gin before he hugged him tighter and nestled his nose into his hair. Soon, he heard two both their breathing even out as sleep took them. 

Pyre stayed awake for another half hour or so, just to make sure that Blake was still okay, then allowed himself to finally drift off nestled in the arms of his Gin-bear, around one in the morning.