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(Delirious POV)
I finally got control, finally being able to see and hear. I saw Evan, gasping for the air while his whispers of the familiar lullaby echoed through the room, I heard Bryce yelling from one corner. I quickly shot into the rope, catching Evan's falling body into my arms.

He started to cough, while I quickly got off the rope. I hugged his almost lifeless body, inhaling the scent of somebody I loved. The idea of loosing him was tearing my heart apart and I knew I would kill myself if anything happened to him.

"J-Jon?" He whispered into my chest, and I closed my eyes, hugging his body even tighter.

"I'm so sorry."

"I-I'm your Teddy Bear. Don't let me go," he whispered, snuggling more into my chest.

"I'll never let you go, Evan."

"Uhm... can you untie me now?" I heard Bryce's complain, making me turn my head towards him.

"Sure."

I looked down at Evan, who with a small smile wiped away my tears from my cheek, looking up at me. I just wanted to hold him like this forever, freeze the time, having him in my arms and protecting him from everything.

"I-I'm fine, lets untie him," he mumbled, slowly getting up.

I was so afraid that he was angry at me, or hating me for what I did to him. I was so afraid of loosing him now, loosing somebody I was willing to die for. Somebody who still stayed with me, even though I hurt him so much.

I felt so cold without him around, but I quickly shook it off. With full control and Evan around, Delirious had no chance. I didn't even hear him. I stood up, watching Bryce getting free.

"I fucking hate you! What got into you?" Bryce snapped at me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, feeling so guilty.

I wanted Evan to be saved, and yet he was alright all this time. I think Delirious hates Evan, as much as he hated Luke. For stealing me from him.

"No, it's my fault. They caught me, buried me alive. The first moments they believed me, but then something changed and I woke up in the coffin," Evan explained, and I felt anger building up inside me.

That what Ohm meant! Motherfucker.

"That's fine, we're all alive. I just don't know how to approach it. Let's back away for a while, Ohm seems to be smarter than I thought," Bryce mumbled.

"We're not backing away now!" Evan said firmly, making me smile how persistent that person was.

"Evan is right, there's no backing away for us. We just need to think about a new plan, that's all. For now, I think it's gonna be best for all of us to rest," I said, feeling already like a leader of this small group.

"There's my parents room for you Evan, at the end of this hallway. Bryce, take a couch in the living room," I continued, kneeling down next to the photos.

"Where are you gonna sleep?" Evan asked silently, and I heard Bryce walking away.

"In the hosts room," I replied, taking a deep breath.

"Ohm is really insane. He's obsessed with some sort of a passion to revenge whatever he wants to revenge. He made me to bring back Delirious, so he could kill Bryce. I'm sorry, Evan," I continued, watching him kneel against me.

"I fucked up, that's my fault. Let me help you."

"You did great Evan. I'm really proud of you," I replied, seeing him smile.

I saw him gather the photos on the ground, carefully putting them into the box. I took a time to inspect him, adore him as much as I could without being a creep. He handed me a box. Our fingers brushed against each other, making my heart race.

"Good night."

He walked away and I looked down at the photos. I saw my mum in them, trying to hold my tears back.

I miss you, mum.

I spend a few more good minutes looking through the photos, cherishing the past moments in my life. After a tiredness came, I walked to the shower, trying to wash away the picture of hanging Evan, fighting for his life.

After we're done with Ohm, I'm going to teach Evan everything about this life. He's gonna take the lead after me. That is, if he wants. If not? I'll watch him from distance at least, protecting him by any costs.

I walked out of the shower right downstairs to get a water. I saw sleeping Bryce on the couch, smiling a little for this person still being faithful to me. A friend I needed.

I walked upstairs right to my parents bedroom. Switching the lights on, I saw a familiar body lying there. I walked towards him, seeing his ugly bruises on the neck. With a loud sigh, I covered him with a blanket. I wanted to retreat myself, when he moved, grabbing softly my hand.

"Don't go," he whispered, his voice still half asleep, his eyes still closed.

"Everything is alright, go back to the sleep," I whispered back.

"I-I was too afraid to sleep there alone. Stay here, please."

I quickly reconsidered my options. I didn't want to be this close to him, not after what I, Delirious, had done, but on the other hand I wished for it.

"Please," he tried again, opening his eyes.

"Alright, but you're gonna go back to the sleep, ok?"

I walked to the lights, switching them off again.  Returning back to the bed, I climbed on, getting under the blanket.

"Good night," I whispered, relaxing more.

"Can you... can you warm me up a little? Hug me, please."

I frowned, feeling my beating heart. I placed one hand around his shoulder, moving him closer to me, when he spoke again.

"Not... like this. S-spoon me."

What?!

"Evan," I started, when he turned himself for my better access. 

"Please, I need to feel safe."

I carefully wrapped my arms around him, pressing my body to his back. He placed his hands on my arms, snuggling more. I inhaled his scent, trying to calm down my hormones, which started to loosen up. His body so close to me, his scent right in front of me.

"Evan," I whispered again, making his body shiver.

"Yes?"

"This is not a good idea. I'll give you my blanket, is that alright?"

"What isn't it a good idea?" He asked innocently, and I closed my eyes.

"You're just too close to me."

"And that's bad?"

He's just playing with me now!

"I'm getting horny, Evan. Stop."

"I can feel that, you know," he replied amused, grinding his ass on my crotch. 

"Evan," I tried one again, but it came out more like a silent growl-moan, than like a warning.

"Yes?" He teased again.

I lost it for a few seconds, carefully kissing his perfectly placed neck. I didn't want it to be more bruised  than it already was. His body shivered underneath my touch, making me want him even more.

"Stop," I mumbled, enjoying the sweetness of his silent moan.

"Do you really want me to?" He replied slowly.

"I almost killed you. You should be running away from me."

"I killed your best friend, I negotiated with a second most wanted hitman, I survived a much worse than this. It is you who should be running away from me."

He turned his head to face me.

"I'm fucked up the same way as you're, Jonathan."

I looked into his brown shining eyes, which reflected so many emotions at once. His eyes begged me to kiss him, they were almost yelling it. And I was so weak to fight it back.

The moment I pressed my lips to his, he pressed himself closer to my body, pulling me closer to the kiss, moaning into my mouth. Like it was something he was waiting for.

My hand drifted on his half naked body, enjoying his soft skin. He was like my personal light in this dark fucked world, he was my hope, my own teddy bear.

In a no time, I was already on top of him, having a good look at his gorgeous body.

"You almost died. You should rest," I whispered, trying for the last time push away the lust and be reasonable.

"That's why we should definitely do this. Before somebody, or something, took you away from me. I don't know what tomorrow brings, but right now let me enjoy you."

He pulled me hungrily into the kiss, not giving me any time to resist. I didn't event want to. His lips tasted so fresh, so tasteful, something I needed at that time.

His hips bucked upwards, sending a clear signal to me. I pulled away, still looking for the sign of the line I was going to cross. I knew Delirious did horrible things to him, I didn't want him to feel like shit. I wanted him to enjoy it the same possible way as I.  

"Tell me when to stop, ok?" I said, giving him a quickly kiss on the lips.

I moved my lips on him neck, quickly smashing my hand on his mouth, when a loud moan echoed through the room. As much as I wanted to hear him, I didn't want Bryce to wake up. It wasn't fair to him at all.

His moans were muffled by my hand, driving me crazy. I was still holding on the last string of the senses, waiting for him to say stop. Reasons why this wasn't the best idea to do.

"Your skin is so soft, so tasteful," I whispered into his neck, when I felt his fingers in my hair, pulling them a little.

His back arched, when I found the weak spot, a louder moan filled the room. I looked up at him, waiting for him to calm down a bit. He opened his brown eyes, already lost in the lust.

I removed my hand, kissing him once again, when he bucked his hips again, making me growl into the kiss. His hands moved on my boxers, when I quickly pulled away.

"No so fast," I breathed out, getting rid of his shirt.

"Jonathan, m-my body is on fire," he quickly said, tugging on my boxers again.

Taking his hands, I placed them above his hand. My throbbing member protested, but I didn't want to end this moment so quickly. I needed to enjoy every second of it. Maybe of the last time me and him together.

"I'm not done yet. You deserve much more."

I moved myself lover, licking my way upon his skin. I took off his boxers, hearing him gasp for the air. I licked his cock on the all length, cursing myself when I heard how loud he was.

"Evan, baby, don't wake Bryce up. It's not fair to him," I whispered, seeing him huff out.

"Don't teas me then," he replied, his body shaking.

Or I have a better idea.

Quickly getting off the bed, I left confused Evan laying there. I quickly grabbed a clean shirt, retuning back to my innocent angel.

"What are you doing?" He whispered, making me smile mischievously.

I stuffed his mouth with the shirt, fighting a little with him. He frowned, his eyes reflecting confusion and frustration.

"Just bite into this, you won't be heard so loudly," I announced, moving myself back to his still hard member.

I knew he wasn't being held against his will. His hands were still free, he could have get rid of the shirt any time if he wanted. I definitely didn't want to remind him Delirious' behavior, times when he couldn't even scream for help.

His next moans were muffled by the shirt, making me hum with satisfaction. I heard his breath hitch, as I swallowed it on one go. He throw his head back, gripping the sheets beneath us. I took it slowly, enjoying his sounds, but I had to used my hands to stay him down, when he started to move his hips upwards, trying to fuck my mouth.

I looked at him, seeing him in the most beautiful picture. He looked to be in the bliss, in ecstasy, and I was feeling so good that it was me who could make him feel this way, instead of torture.

This showed me, I could be soft, I could be more human, using less of Delirious in my life. And that was something I needed to open my world for Evan, open my heart for him. I was still terrified by all those emotions, but I wasn't running away.

After few more seconds, he removed the shirt, panting like a dog.

"I'm close, don't stop now!" He quickly said, taking his own speed and I just hold still, letting him take a lead in this.

"Jo-Jonathan!"

He moaned loudly, when I felt his juice filled my mouth. One gulp after another, I swallowed everything, licking the rest from my lips and his tip, looking at him.

"Tasty," I whispered, his body was still shaking a little.

I leaned over his body, taking hungrily his lips. He cooperated pretty quickly, letting me win instantly. His fingers found their way into my hair, tugging them. I was enjoying this moment, having him underneath me completely pleasured and happy.

He softly pulled me away, looking into my eyes for a few seconds of silence. I saw so many things in his eyes, that I couldn't recognize any of them. Maybe it was a fear to even try.

"This is not f-fair. You're still clothed," he whispered, moving his hands to the hem of my boxers again.

He was looking into my eyes, making sure I was ok with what he was doing. And I certainly was.

"You still didn't stop me," I pointed out silently, making him smile.

"I'm not gonna do that. Definitely not tonight," he replied, pulling down the last piece of clothes I had on.

I helped him get rid of my underwear, throwing it somewhere into the room. His hands drifted upon my back, a sweet moan escaping his lips.

It was an invitation, it was an unspoken beg, a sign to push it more, and I understood it, I went with the flow. Kissing his lips again, he instantly locked his legs around my waist, while my hand drifted upon the side of his body, ending on his thigh.

He moaned into my mouth, digging his nails into my back, when I inserted one finger into him. I pulled away, feeling him being all tensed up. I waited a few more seconds, worried I was somehow hurting him, or I brought back the moments he lived with Delirious.

"You're so sweet... so kind," he whispered, smiling a bit.

He pulled me back into the kiss, not really giving me any time to respond on that compliment, relaxing completely. I slowly started to pull the finger in and out, receiving a few moans into my mouth.

I pulled away, taking care of his neck, while he bit his lower lip. I knew he was fighting the moans back and I was so frustrated not to let him scream it out, but Bryce was still down there.

His hips moved in the sync with my finger, and in a no time he was fucking himself without me even doing anything. Adding a second finger in, he arched his back, moaning again.

"J-Jon!"

I started to scissor him, feeling his body getting warmer and warmer, radiating with a passion. I looked up at him, adoring his expressions. I was so happy he was enjoying this, that he wasn't in any more pain than it was necessary.

"I-I need you, please. Fill... fill me," he stuttered, his eyes assuring me he was ok with this.

I pulled out my fingers, using my pre-cum as a lube. I thrusted into him, his back arched, a loud moan echoed through the room, when his nails dug deeper into my skin on my arms. My head went dizzy for a few seconds, my animal side waking up.

It took him a few seconds, before he relaxed again, getting used to me. I kissed him again, wishing to kiss away all of his fears, his nightmares, his pain. He was my little angel, my innocent teddy bear.

I started to move again, looking at him, when he started to moan every time I went deeper and deeper, until I hit his jackpot. I lost every last reasons to stop, my heart won, there weren't any ways back.

"F-fuck! Right there," he screamed, and I quickly smashed my hand on his mouth.

"So damn tight, my little princess," I growled, speeding up a bit.

I bit down into his skin, softly not to make him in the more pain than he already was. We moved in sync, like the way it always should be.

"Evan, you're so fucking hot."

He removed my hand, panting like a dog already.

"I'm gonna cum, Jonathan... I can't hold it," he said, clutching my hand into his, while I moved both of his hands above his head.

"Just a little longer, sweetie, just a few more seconds," I replied in whisper, not slowing down.

"J-Jonathan! Please! Please I beg you!" He moaned, his body shaking.

The way he was moaning, the way he was squirming underneath me, the way he was saying my name, was sending me to the skies.

"Cum for me, princess," I gave him the permission, fucking him faster and harder, hitting his prostate meanwhile.

"Jonathan!" He moaned, arching his back.

His juice ended up on our stomach, driving me into insanity. I wanted to hold much longer, not wanting the end. He quickly pulled me into a kiss. Everything merged together broke my wall of will and I was already filling his insides with a growl, overwhelmed by the most primitive feelings.

I pulled away, we both trying to catch our breaths. I slowly pulled out, completely tired. I laid down next to him, when he snuggled into my chest.

"There's... there's something," he started nervously, taking a deep breath.

"There's something I-I wish to tell you," he finished.

I kissed his hair, running my fingers through it, while hugging him tighter.

"What is it?" I asked, already closing my eyes.

He was silent for a few minutes, but I felt his racing heart, making me worried.

"What is it, Evan?" I asked again, looking at him.

"I... I'm just happy you're alive," he said, sighing loudly.

"I'm too, princess," I replied, hugging him even tighter.

We fell asleep in a no time, his body providing more warmness than a blankets. When I woke up, I was already alone. Rubbing my eyes, I slowly got off the bed.

Taking a clean clothes on me, I walked downstairs, my stomach grumbling from hunger. Going down on stairs I heard a more voices than just Bryce and Evan

Frowning and with confuision, I walked into the room. Beside Bryce and Evan there were five more people. Tyler, Craig, and to my confusion the FBI agent, Cry and Felix.

At the moment Tyler saw me, he let go of Craig, with a visible limping he walked towards me and hugged me.

"You piece of fucking garbage!" He greeted me.

"Why are you here?" I replied, meeting Evan's eyes, who quickly looked away.

"Delirious," Cry greeted me, and I just nodded my head.

I wasn't afraid of him. We hated each other, sure, we were a concurrency, sure, but we saw each other without the mask and we helped each other when needed.

"We're here to help you get Ohm," Craig replied, smiling at me.

"You have a full support of the FBI," David said.

"You're not alone, I told you that," Evan whispered, sipping from his tea.

I'm not alone anymore.