Vicious Bonds {COMPLETED}

By everestkinn

1.3M 53.3K 22.1K

In a world where humans are considered as nothing but servants to the almighty Warlocks and fairfolk, little... More

Introduction
Cast
1. Marked
2. Run
3. Owen
4. Death wish
5. Challenged
6. Consumed
7. Explanation
8. Decisions
9. Kissed
11. Deal
12. Alive
13. Miracles
14. Treasure
15. Fever
16. Apologies
17. Senses
18. Captivity
19. Hell
20. Dreams
21. Resurrection
22. Resurrection 2
23. Reunion
24. Hours.
25. Isaiah
26. Manipulation
27. Date
28. Mirror
29. Aftermath
30. Goodnight
31. Anchor
32. Brother
33. Temperature
34. Death
35. Choices
36. Lies
37. Malcolm
38. Karma
39. Prophecy
40. Confessions
41. Seduction
42. Pillow
43. Villain?
44. Toby
45. Guilt
46. Green
47. Checkout
48. Freedom
49. Visitors
Villains & Beasts

10. Conceal

32.2K 1.3K 478
By everestkinn

Published : January, 24th, 2021.
Edited : ...

-

AN: Last time I updated two days ago, we were at 100 reads and today we're at 200, I'm so fucking delighted. Thank you so so much, to everyone who is reading and voting. I'm forever grateful to each one for making me smile day to night.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter.

~

"Are we seriously going to do this?" Arrow's annoyance was evident on his features as everyone left the breakfast table to move into the living room.

Last night went in a blur and Milo has had the best sleep in years, the bed was more comfortable than he wished and he felt guilty for having such a good night's sleep. The voices in his head couldn't stop reminding him of the mess that became his life —from the moment he was forced to kidnap a light fae to the current situation where he will be forced to keep up with a dark fae for an entire week.

The last couple of days were eventful, it was too unrealistic for his liking.

"For the millionth time, Arrow, yes. Yes, we are going to do this." London groaned as the four of them walked into the living room where Victor previously prepared everything he needs.

Milo's eyes followed the lovers, blending in the background like usual, almost unnoticed by their eyes. He took in their morning attire individually, breakfast was awkward and he kept his head down, avoiding the intense glares but now that they started their daily arguing session, he allowed his eyes to wander.

Toby was the first to attract his attention, the pajamas he was still wearing looked much like the ones he borrowed him the previous night. He smiled at the thought of the best sleep he had in years, he doesn't recall waking up in the middle of the night or filling stiff in the morning, he also noticed that the bags under his eyes were less prominent when he washed his face, his face was beaming, his skin softer than usual.

The little human didn't know that Toby had used his magic to suck all his worries and troubles during that kiss that has been haunting both of them. However, he suspected something, especially now that Toby wouldn't break eye contact with him. Taking in every little detail about the boy.

Too distracted in their little bubble and standing few feet from each other, they both toned out London and Arrow's argument about the concealing spell.

Victor on the other hand was sitting in his sofa chair —Milo only concluded it was his because he didn't see anyone sit in it. He was too engrossed in his grand mother's grimoire, reading the spell, again and again, inspecting the cursive letters on the ragged book for any loophole.

As much as he was confident with his skills, London knew that his grandma's practice was unholy. She was powerful, cunning and she loved to challenge nature, which ended very badly for her.

Victor sighed, snapping his fingers to silence the annoying voices of his husbands who suddenly got words stuck in their throats, unable to mutter them. They looked at him simultaneously, more annoyed as he didn't bother to lift his eyes from the grimoire.

Toby and Milo looked at each other, giggling like schoolgirls, seemingly amused by the situation.

London wanted to scream and trash at the two youngest but he was drained and sat down by Arrow, anger radiating from both of them but not enough to make them sit apart from each other.

"Does he do it often?" Milo who found the guts to speak asked Toby in a hushed tone, hoping the conversation stays between them.

Toby was about to answer him but Victor beat him. "Only when they annoy me... which is often."

His voice didn't seem annoyed, he was rather bored, his tone flat as he finally closed the grimoire with disinterest and looked up at Milo and Toby, purposely ignoring Arrow and London.

"Are you two going to stand behind that couch? Sit down. I'm starting in a minute." The two youngest obliged, Toby, taking

Victor disappeared into the kitchen for few seconds, coming back with two chairs that he positioned in the middle of the living room.

"Sit," he signaled to both London and Milo with his fingers to sit in the respective chair and snapped his fingers to give his two husbands the ability to speak again.

London obliged, eager to get done with the spell and get going. He had something to prove and when he does, he gets to humiliate the petty human for the rest of his days.

Milo, however, looked perplexed. A quizzical look was drawn upon his delicate features, his fingers pointing to his chest, asking a silent question without tearing his eyes off Victor, wishing to be told he made a mistake by calling him.

"Yea you, I'm going to need a vessel to hide his magic in it, I am not stupid enough to put it in some stone and get it stolen." Victor rolled his eyes and Milo found himself squeezing his way to Toby's embrace.

"I don't want his magic." Milo hissed and closed his fist tightly, the mere thought of having that much magic in his body scared the shit out of him.

What if he hurts someone? What if he hurts himself? What if it goes out of control?

"Wait, if you hide my magic in him, that means you're giving him my powers!" London shots out of his seat, a look of anger hiding the betrayal he was currently feeling.

"I'm not giving him your powers London." Victor sighed at how stupid his lover was, his fingers went to massage his temple as he felt a headache approaching from constantly dealing with three idiots that he loves endlessly. "That would kill him. His body wasn't made for it. What I can do is hide it in his subconscious mind, heaven knows how deep that is for humans." He explained in detail, watching his husband relax and approached him. He held him by the shoulders gently and planted a chaste kiss on those rough lips he adored.

"Do you trust me?" He whispered delicately, rubbing his nose against his lover's and knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist the words.

A shaking breathe left London's lips right before his head bobbed up and down in response and that's all Victor needed to proceed. Another gentle kiss was planted on London's lips, then his forehead before he was pushed to sit down in his designed wooden chair.

Victor's eyes didn't show any hesitance as they looked up, searching for his human vessel but Milo was far from having it.

"I don't" he spoke in his usual sassy tone, arms crossed on his chest as he stood up and started looking around the room to analyze it and calculate his best escape route.

In Milo's head, death was nice.

Oblivion, endless rest, nothing to worry about.

Having a dark fae's magic hidden in the depths of his unconscious mind, however, was far from being peaceful.

"Milo, I'm afraid there is no other way." Victor's voice was surprisingly gentle, his eyes were not leaving the stubborn little human that his legs were leading him to.

"Why don't you hide it in one of your subconscious minds," Milo whined in desperation as he walked behind the couch, he looked between Victor and Toby, wishing for the light fae to step in and save him but Toby seemed too busy holding hands with a scowling Arrow to take in his distress.

Victor shook his head and took one more step, holding Milo's skinny arm in his veiny hand. "Two magics in one vessel is too dangerous, no one knows the outcome. I'm afraid you're the only option we have."

"What if it kills me?" He tried to cancel his worries by creating fake ones but Victor was able to read through him like an open book.

The tall warlock smirked, leaning down and yanking Milo to his body, feeling their chests collide and their breaths too close to each other.

"Darling, you have my word," Victor's eyes were piercing through the younger's, looking at him as if he knew all his secrets, no batting those lashes for once. "You won't be harmed, you are safe."

Milo closed his eyes at the reassuring words. He felt Victor's gaze heavy on him, expecting him to just relax and give up on fighting. At that moment, all Milo could think of was how tired he felt. Both physically and mentally.

His tense shoulders slumped down, heaving a deep sigh as he walked to the chair and allowed Victor to proceed with the spell. Deep down, however, Milo didn't buy a word of it.

He knew he wasn't safe, it was graved in the back of his mind that he is never safe, that if he wanted to survive, he can only count on himself.

He was let down too many times in his short years of life, so many people promised him he would be safe, that they were going to keep him safe but at the end of the day, he was left alone to fight for his own.

Life isn't a gift, it's a reward.

Milo knew that. He trusted no one but himself to keep his head above water and he wasn't going to start now.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed the candles around the room lightening up and suddenly, a circle of a white crystalline substance —Which he assumed to be salt, was closing a circle around him and London.

Victor positioned his open palms on each of their heads and closed his eyes, with a deep sigh, he started chanting. At first, neither of the two could feel anything but soon Milo was screaming at the top of his lungs. Just as the pain kicked in, he felt hands pressing his shoulders down to keep him in place. He tried to kick around, free himself of it but nothing was working.

His eyes shot open as the agonizing pain numbed his muscles, he felt it in every cell of his body, like they were being stretched and pulled against each other. His mind went into a haze and all he could think about was the pain, he stopped thrashing around but the tears in his bloodshot eyes and the heavy sweat running down his face were enough indicators of his agony.

Amid his craze, he couldn't think about anything else other than the fact that he was going to explode from the inside. Victor's chanting became so distant but never stopped.

Toby who was holding Milo down released him after the pain got the best of him, wincing at the sight of his mate in such an immense deal of pain, he wanted to make it stop, use his aura to diminish whatever hell his human was going through but he knew it would prevent London's magic from being transferred to Milo.

Minutes passed like hours for both Milo and Toby. The light fae's heart was broken by the screams and his soul was crushed for not doing anything about it, heck, he was the one who pinned him down. But it was finally over and Victor's palm went down to his sides.

The tall warlock stepped out of the salt circle that he made just in time for Milo to fall to the ground on all fours and empty his stomach, however, his vomit came out black and thick, like slick.

Once he was done, he sat on his knees, using his sleeves to wipe his mouths, and looked up at Victor with hateful eyes.

"Well, that was fun," London spoke with a smirk decorating his lips, Milo snapped his head to the side to see that the dark fae was unfazed by the entire spell and looking down at the human-like he just won before they even started.

"What the hell was that?" Milo hissed, his voice cracked from his sore throat and he felt a blanket being placed on his back.

"I never said it would be painless for you." Victor winced at his own words after feeling Milo's glare on him.

"Don't fucking touch me," the abused human snapped at Toby who was rubbing his back with an apologetic look and removed the blanket he previously put on him. "Take that shit away from me," he grunted with whatever energy he had left and tried to stand up but it was next to impossible.

"Here, don't exhaust yourself," Toby rushed to the rescue, pulling Milo up by the waist and leading him to the couch under the three men's intense stares.

He wanted to protest and push him away but his body felt so heavy that he could barely move his tongue.

"I hate y'all," He breathed with whatever power he had before he shut his eyes and surrendered to the

"Did he just pass out from a simple spell?" Arrow cringed at the sight in front of him and London rolled his eyes.

"I'm starting to feel like shit," London commented when he felt the effect of the spell kick in.

No matter how hard he concentrated, he couldn't blow anything or make things move, his hearing was weaker, his eyesight less perfect and when he finally stood to his feet, his steps felt lighter, unbalanced. He was becoming slower.

"It worked." He concluded, looking up from his feet to the three guys inspecting him.

"You're fucking stupid," Arrow growled and threw himself in London's arms who stumbled back and almost fell to the ground but managed to catch himself.

What the fuck? He cursed in his head at his unbalance and looked at Victor with a terrified look in his eyes.

"I didn't know they were that weak." He remarked in shock, trying to dismiss the hollowness in his chest.

"They're not, you're just adjusting," Victor smirked and took two steps forward before circling his two husbands with his arms and kissing their temples.

"One week." He mumbled against Arrow's head.

"One week." Victor nodded and turned his head to look at Toby who was holding a passed out Milo and trying to control his tears.

"Baby... " Arrow whispered after following Victor's gaze to their youngest lover.

"What are we gonna do with him?" London sighed as they broke from their hug.

"You mean what you are going to do with him," Victor smirked and pushed his hand in his pocket to extract his car keys.

"Here, I loaded my car with everything you both will need. Remember, he cannot die or get harmed or your magic will disappear. You must come back before the week is over or else your magic will kill him. Understood?" London simply rolled his eyes at the warlock's instructions and took the keys.

"I wasn't intending to kill him, you can relax."

"Oh, I'm not worried about you trying to kill him," he dug his hand in his pocket again, getting out two necklaces with Krystal pendants.
"Wear this wherever you go, it will cover your whereabouts if someone tracks you two."

The dark fae didn't understand his husband's extra precautions at first, then he remembered Owen and his lurking around. They knew Owen could never hurt any of them in an honest fight but he was the master of deception and in his human form, London would be the perfect target.

He wondered if it were the perfect time to let his ego lead him away from his husbands. What if he goes into a stupid human life experience to prove that he is strong to a worthless charity case and his husbands get in danger while he was away? He is supposed to protect them, to fight for their lives.

"Stop overthinking. You must go." Victor pressed on, cupping London's face and pressing their lips together.

Arrow who was silent and watchful started getting suspicious. He understood why London was going to do this, his childish ego got the best of him like always, he had to prove his strength and endurance if challenged.

Arrow also understood Toby's bizarre compliance with it. Toby is usually the first to oppose London's stupid actions to prove his point of being strong and powerful yet now he was silent because deep down, he hoped that one week together can make his husband and his mate bond, maybe if something happened between them, it'd be easier for him to drag Milo into their relationship.

What Arrow didn't understand was Victor's decision to allow and sponsor such a ridiculous thing. Victor never allows them to spend a day out of his eyesight, he is the one who prevents them from doing stupid things, he is the one who goes above and beyond to prevent them from getting harmed.

And then it clicked.

London is in danger and Victor is sending him away for protecting.

Continue Reading

You'll Also Like

288K 11.4K 20
[COMPLETED] Aiden searched high and low for Fox, his best friend from the institution four years ago. After the incident that nearly took their life...
192K 8.3K 54
Adopted from birth, Milo is gifted with a built in family. Circumstances beyond his control twist his perfect world into one of darkness that seeming...
471K 7.3K 51
หšสš ๐—” ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜-๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ฅ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ษžหš หšเญจเญงโ‹†๏ฝกหš โ‹† ๐—Ÿ๐—จ๐—ก๐—” ๐— ๐—ข๐—ก๐—ฅ๐—ข๐—˜ a sma...
6.3K 219 7
*unedited* After his mother's death, a broken 25-year-old Solace Miller turns to the only thing that's ever somewhat consoled him - cooking. And afte...