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BOYFRIENDS
Fandom: Tales of Vesperia, The Crow, RP (Parasomnia)
Character(s): Duke Pantarei, Yeager, Jason (Top Dollar), Droite, Gauche
Pairing(s): Duke/Jason/Yeager
Word Count: 2,116
Summary: No one knows what their relationship is. Stupid, probably?
Notes: For Lum and Dal! THIS IS KIND OF BAD AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE TOP DOLLAR BUT WHATEVER I WROTE IT. It's also kind of vaguely nsfw? Mostly just for Jason's language.
Morning for Duke always comes the moment the first rays of light make their way through the window in the master bedroom. That might be because he’s on the side of the bed where they hit him in the face long before they reach Yeager or Jason, but then again his friends are prone to sleeping in until they desperately need to get up.
(Or until Yeager decides he’s a morning person for a few months again; he cycles back and forth sometimes, just as unpredictable as ever.)
He sits slowly, working his way carefully up against the headboard to avoid waking Yeager beside him. The guild leader is usually sprawled out and this morning is no exception. One hand is on his chest over the blastia and the other was strewn across Duke’s body like this was somehow comfortable, but he carefully sets Yeager’s arm down and waits with baited breath to see if the other man will wake.
Yeager doesn’t and Duke lets out a silent sigh of relief. As the light begins to illuminate the room he can get a good view of Jason’s back on Yeager’s other side and as usual, the other man seems dead to the world. Jason probably won’t be up until noon, unless Yeager feels like being annoying and waking him up earlier. Duke probably has another hour at the most before Yeager’s up.
These early mornings are really the only moments of peace he has anymore and despite how different his life is now, Duke really can’t complain that much. Jason and Yeager are busy people, the sort of people Duke would have once hated. They scheme, lie, cheat, and hurt others, and had he never gotten to know them in the hotel he would probably find their very existence loathsome. But instead he grew to care for the two of them and now…
...Well, he’s not sure what he’d call their relationship now.
Jason would probably have several different terms for it, each entirely too blunt for Yeager and possibly too blunt for Duke himself. He’s a bit surprised Jason hasn’t called it anything yet, even if only to get a rise out of the Leviathan’s Claw guild leader.
Perhaps he’s overthinking this. It doesn’t need a name, does it? It is what it is, and it’s comfortable, whatever it is.
Droite unintentionally provides the answer that night, as they’re all sitting down to dinner. As usual, Yeager has the head of the table with his girls on the right side and his friends (???) on the left. Gauche gives her daily report as usual and once she’s done her sister speaks up.
“So what were you and your boyfriends up to today, dad?” She looks entirely too cheerful about it. Actually, on closer inspection she appears to be smirking in Jason’s direction. It’s the knowing sort of smirk that Yeager usually wears, but it fits Droite’s features surprisingly well.
“What?” Jason and Yeager speak in unison while Duke can feel himself staring. “What the fuck did you just say!?” Jason’s voice rises as he stands, slamming a hand flat on the table. It doesn’t get any of them to jump though Gauche’s face is now buried in her hands.
“You heard me!” Droite chimes back cheerfully. She really is every inch as dangerous as her father, though Duke can’t imagine Yeager ever acting like this toward his daughters. “I just wanted to know what you guys were up to today, is that really such a bad thing~?”
Gauche mumbles something that’s probably an apology, but it’s far too little, too late. Jason looks like he’s barely holding himself back from flipping the entire damn table (and Duke wouldn’t put it past him to try at the very least; though he also wouldn’t put it past Yeager to have already had the table nailed down for an occasion exactly like this).
“Go to your room. Both of you!” Yeager points toward the stairwell while trying very hard to keep his cool. It’s not working very well. He’s bright red and he’s making that face (the one Jason likes to tease him about; it only happens whenever Yeager’s been sufficiently thrown off-balance) but his tone leaves no room for arguments.
Droite shrugs and skips off merrily, probably pleased at the amount of chaos she’s caused. Her sister follows, once again mumbling an apology in Yeager’s direction while looking scandalized. It’s only once the two of them are out of the room that Duke realizes that they’ll now have to address what was just said.
Jason throws himself back into his chair and folds his arms, his face still set in a sour expression. Yeager’s staring in the direction of the doorway, as if to buy himself more time. Neither of them are going to say anything, are they? That’s just like them. Sometimes they’re the best at addressing difficult situations, but whenever it comes to anything intrapersonal like this, both of them seem to shut down and wait for someone else to make the first move.
So he’ll do just that. “Is that what we are?” Duke asks, far too innocently.
Both Yeager and Jason bury their faces in their hands. Yeager’s muttering in his native tongue and Jason’s repeating “Oh my god,” over and over again. Did he do something wrong?
It takes Yeager a moment before he finally lowers his hands to his lap and sighs loudly. “So!” He’s got that expression again, “Let’s pretend this never happened, ja?”
Jason rolls his eyes. “You’re kidding, right? You know she’s just going to keep doing this now that she knows she can get a reaction out of us.”
That’s entirely true. He hasn’t known Droite for as long as Jason has, but even he knows that much. Yeager isn’t stupid enough to believe otherwise, but it’s becoming very obvious that he doesn’t want to deal with this. “I’ll just order them never to talk about it again! Simple!”
“You know that won’t work. That’ll just make it worse.”
“You did say you wanted to treat them as daughters now, not as subordinates.” Duke offers helpfully.
Yeager fixes him with a look that Duke can really only describe as a pout. “That’s not—”
“That’s exactly what it is.” Jason cuts him off, as blunt as usual. Yeager shuts up. “So what the fuck are you going to tell them?”
Yeager raises a hand to his chin and directs his gaze at the table as he thinks. Jason’s still staring at him (“glaring” might be the more appropriate word, but Duke doesn’t believe Jason’s actually mad at him) and while they sit in silence, he silently ponders what he thinks of all of this.
Boyfriends, was it? Is that really wrong? Conchita had two boyfriends, didn’t she? There isn’t anything wrong with that, as long as all parties agree. Perhaps that really does explain their relationship. They’re physically affectionate, after all.
(Jason drapes himself on both of them sometimes, and when he’s not doing that he’s playing with their hair or touching their faces and even Yeager’s stopped flinching back from that sort of physical contact. Sometimes Yeager even initiates it.)
Then there’s the nights. They started out in separate bedrooms, but one night Duke had a nightmare and Yeager had insisted they share the bed, just for the night. He’s not sure when Yeager and Jason started sharing the bed, but one weekend he returned from his usual sojourn to the woods only to find that Jason had made himself at home in Yeager’s room. It wasn’t really a surprise. The bed’s large enough for all three of them, so he never questioned it beyond the inital eyebrow arch (which had flustered Yeager to no end, actually).
Boyfriends, then. It seems to be a perfectly logical conclusion.
“Right!” Yeager claps his hands together suddenly, like he’s reached a decision. “I’ll tell them that we’re simply having some issues from being involved in that game and we can’t stand to be apart from one another for long!”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. Your girls aren’t stupid.” Jason’s response is swift and might as well have physically injured Yeager for how wounded he looks. Did he really think that was a good idea? Jason continues, “If you don’t figure out something better, I’ll just tell them that we’re fucking.”
“Don’t you dare,” Yeager sounds horrified, and he’s already setting his napkin down on the table to stand. “My daughters don’t need to know—”
“So think of something better.” Jason’s smirking now and Duke can’t really blame him. It is interesting to see Yeager get so riled up over his daughters’ supposed purity. Not even Duke is naive enough to believe that the twins are this pure at age sixteen.
“Are they wrong?” Duke finally speaks up and both of them look over at him. “Is that not what we are? Boyfriends?”
Yeager colors and glances away while Jason stares at him blankly. “Do you really think that, Duke?” He asks. There’s an edge to his voice that Duke doesn’t recognize. Is it anger? Frustration? Whatever it is doesn’t reflect in Jason’s expression.
“Yes. I do. We are very intimate, both physically,” Yeager groans loudly and buries his face in his hands again, “and emotionally. Relying on one another in such a way is the mark of those that are very close, is it not?”
“Doesn’t mean we’re dating,” Jason grunts.
“We aren’t,” Yeager confirms. It’s muffled.
“What would be required to qualify us as ‘dating’?”
The question’s probably too innocent for both of them, since they sigh loudly in unison. Duke personally finds it cute that they have the exact same reactions sometimes. “Dating’s more than just fucking, you know.” Jason says and reaches over for the wine bottle. He doesn’t even like wine and he’s popping the cork just so he can get some alcohol in his system. “I’m not nearly drunk enough to explain dating to you.”
“It’s… going out together, spending time and enjoying one another’s company.” Yeager tries to explain, but Duke really doesn’t get it.
“Is that not what we’re already doing?”
“No, nein, no.” Another frustrated sigh. “We haven’t been to any restaurants or had any awkward conversations over expensive meals, have we?”
Duke looks down at their untouched dinner, then back to Yeager. Then to Jason. He opens his mouth, but Yeager waves a hand and cuts him off, “Don’t. I know exactly what you’re going to say, but this isn’t the same.”
“Definitely not.” Jason confirms, but he looks sort of amused now. “So Yeager,” Oh no, it looks like Jason has an idea. “How would your daughters react if we told them we’re dating?”
Yeager’s eyes widen and he shakes his head so quickly his bangs flick back and forth. It’s a bit entertaining to watch, honestly. “No, no! No. We’re not doing that.”
“Why not?” Duke asks.
“Because! Because.” He separates it as if it’s two separate words. “We aren’t! I’m not about to explain to my daughters that we’re—”
“Hey, Droite! Gauche!” Jason raises his voice loud enough to be heard through most of the manor.
“Jason, don’t—!”
Too late. The twins are there in a heartbeat, almost as if they’d simply been waiting to be called back into the room. Now that Duke thinks about it, maybe they were. They’re just like Yeager, they’re good at reading people so it would make sense that they’d know exactly how this would end. “Yeeees~?” Droite’s smiling cutely, almost as if she didn’t kickstart this whole thing.
“Your dad has something to tell you.” Jason says and lifts the wine bottle in Yeager’s direction before taking a drink from it.
Yeager groans loudly again, which is absolutely not suiting the dignified image he tries to put up around his daughters. He doesn’t speak at first and Duke isn’t sure he’s going to.
“Would you like me to say it?” He offers as kindly as he can.
Instead the guild leader shakes his head. “No, I’ll do it.” Both girls wait patiently for Yeager to collect himself. “Girls, the truth is that Jason, Duke, and I are…” He hesitates, looks like it’s physically painful to say it, “dating.”
“Called it! Pay up.” Droite holds out her hand and her sister mumbles something incoherent and drops some gald into her hand.
“You— Don’t bet on your father’s love life! You’re grounded! Both of you!” Yeager’s making that face again and Jason’s laughing really damn hard and Duke can feel himself smiling. His life certainly has gotten interesting with both of them around.
He couldn’t be happier with his boyfriends, he thinks.
Character(s): Duke Pantarei, Yeager, Jason (Top Dollar), Droite, Gauche
Pairing(s): Duke/Jason/Yeager
Word Count: 2,116
Summary: No one knows what their relationship is. Stupid, probably?
Notes: For Lum and Dal! THIS IS KIND OF BAD AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE TOP DOLLAR BUT WHATEVER I WROTE IT. It's also kind of vaguely nsfw? Mostly just for Jason's language.
Morning for Duke always comes the moment the first rays of light make their way through the window in the master bedroom. That might be because he’s on the side of the bed where they hit him in the face long before they reach Yeager or Jason, but then again his friends are prone to sleeping in until they desperately need to get up.
(Or until Yeager decides he’s a morning person for a few months again; he cycles back and forth sometimes, just as unpredictable as ever.)
He sits slowly, working his way carefully up against the headboard to avoid waking Yeager beside him. The guild leader is usually sprawled out and this morning is no exception. One hand is on his chest over the blastia and the other was strewn across Duke’s body like this was somehow comfortable, but he carefully sets Yeager’s arm down and waits with baited breath to see if the other man will wake.
Yeager doesn’t and Duke lets out a silent sigh of relief. As the light begins to illuminate the room he can get a good view of Jason’s back on Yeager’s other side and as usual, the other man seems dead to the world. Jason probably won’t be up until noon, unless Yeager feels like being annoying and waking him up earlier. Duke probably has another hour at the most before Yeager’s up.
These early mornings are really the only moments of peace he has anymore and despite how different his life is now, Duke really can’t complain that much. Jason and Yeager are busy people, the sort of people Duke would have once hated. They scheme, lie, cheat, and hurt others, and had he never gotten to know them in the hotel he would probably find their very existence loathsome. But instead he grew to care for the two of them and now…
...Well, he’s not sure what he’d call their relationship now.
Jason would probably have several different terms for it, each entirely too blunt for Yeager and possibly too blunt for Duke himself. He’s a bit surprised Jason hasn’t called it anything yet, even if only to get a rise out of the Leviathan’s Claw guild leader.
Perhaps he’s overthinking this. It doesn’t need a name, does it? It is what it is, and it’s comfortable, whatever it is.
Droite unintentionally provides the answer that night, as they’re all sitting down to dinner. As usual, Yeager has the head of the table with his girls on the right side and his friends (???) on the left. Gauche gives her daily report as usual and once she’s done her sister speaks up.
“So what were you and your boyfriends up to today, dad?” She looks entirely too cheerful about it. Actually, on closer inspection she appears to be smirking in Jason’s direction. It’s the knowing sort of smirk that Yeager usually wears, but it fits Droite’s features surprisingly well.
“What?” Jason and Yeager speak in unison while Duke can feel himself staring. “What the fuck did you just say!?” Jason’s voice rises as he stands, slamming a hand flat on the table. It doesn’t get any of them to jump though Gauche’s face is now buried in her hands.
“You heard me!” Droite chimes back cheerfully. She really is every inch as dangerous as her father, though Duke can’t imagine Yeager ever acting like this toward his daughters. “I just wanted to know what you guys were up to today, is that really such a bad thing~?”
Gauche mumbles something that’s probably an apology, but it’s far too little, too late. Jason looks like he’s barely holding himself back from flipping the entire damn table (and Duke wouldn’t put it past him to try at the very least; though he also wouldn’t put it past Yeager to have already had the table nailed down for an occasion exactly like this).
“Go to your room. Both of you!” Yeager points toward the stairwell while trying very hard to keep his cool. It’s not working very well. He’s bright red and he’s making that face (the one Jason likes to tease him about; it only happens whenever Yeager’s been sufficiently thrown off-balance) but his tone leaves no room for arguments.
Droite shrugs and skips off merrily, probably pleased at the amount of chaos she’s caused. Her sister follows, once again mumbling an apology in Yeager’s direction while looking scandalized. It’s only once the two of them are out of the room that Duke realizes that they’ll now have to address what was just said.
Jason throws himself back into his chair and folds his arms, his face still set in a sour expression. Yeager’s staring in the direction of the doorway, as if to buy himself more time. Neither of them are going to say anything, are they? That’s just like them. Sometimes they’re the best at addressing difficult situations, but whenever it comes to anything intrapersonal like this, both of them seem to shut down and wait for someone else to make the first move.
So he’ll do just that. “Is that what we are?” Duke asks, far too innocently.
Both Yeager and Jason bury their faces in their hands. Yeager’s muttering in his native tongue and Jason’s repeating “Oh my god,” over and over again. Did he do something wrong?
It takes Yeager a moment before he finally lowers his hands to his lap and sighs loudly. “So!” He’s got that expression again, “Let’s pretend this never happened, ja?”
Jason rolls his eyes. “You’re kidding, right? You know she’s just going to keep doing this now that she knows she can get a reaction out of us.”
That’s entirely true. He hasn’t known Droite for as long as Jason has, but even he knows that much. Yeager isn’t stupid enough to believe otherwise, but it’s becoming very obvious that he doesn’t want to deal with this. “I’ll just order them never to talk about it again! Simple!”
“You know that won’t work. That’ll just make it worse.”
“You did say you wanted to treat them as daughters now, not as subordinates.” Duke offers helpfully.
Yeager fixes him with a look that Duke can really only describe as a pout. “That’s not—”
“That’s exactly what it is.” Jason cuts him off, as blunt as usual. Yeager shuts up. “So what the fuck are you going to tell them?”
Yeager raises a hand to his chin and directs his gaze at the table as he thinks. Jason’s still staring at him (“glaring” might be the more appropriate word, but Duke doesn’t believe Jason’s actually mad at him) and while they sit in silence, he silently ponders what he thinks of all of this.
Boyfriends, was it? Is that really wrong? Conchita had two boyfriends, didn’t she? There isn’t anything wrong with that, as long as all parties agree. Perhaps that really does explain their relationship. They’re physically affectionate, after all.
(Jason drapes himself on both of them sometimes, and when he’s not doing that he’s playing with their hair or touching their faces and even Yeager’s stopped flinching back from that sort of physical contact. Sometimes Yeager even initiates it.)
Then there’s the nights. They started out in separate bedrooms, but one night Duke had a nightmare and Yeager had insisted they share the bed, just for the night. He’s not sure when Yeager and Jason started sharing the bed, but one weekend he returned from his usual sojourn to the woods only to find that Jason had made himself at home in Yeager’s room. It wasn’t really a surprise. The bed’s large enough for all three of them, so he never questioned it beyond the inital eyebrow arch (which had flustered Yeager to no end, actually).
Boyfriends, then. It seems to be a perfectly logical conclusion.
“Right!” Yeager claps his hands together suddenly, like he’s reached a decision. “I’ll tell them that we’re simply having some issues from being involved in that game and we can’t stand to be apart from one another for long!”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. Your girls aren’t stupid.” Jason’s response is swift and might as well have physically injured Yeager for how wounded he looks. Did he really think that was a good idea? Jason continues, “If you don’t figure out something better, I’ll just tell them that we’re fucking.”
“Don’t you dare,” Yeager sounds horrified, and he’s already setting his napkin down on the table to stand. “My daughters don’t need to know—”
“So think of something better.” Jason’s smirking now and Duke can’t really blame him. It is interesting to see Yeager get so riled up over his daughters’ supposed purity. Not even Duke is naive enough to believe that the twins are this pure at age sixteen.
“Are they wrong?” Duke finally speaks up and both of them look over at him. “Is that not what we are? Boyfriends?”
Yeager colors and glances away while Jason stares at him blankly. “Do you really think that, Duke?” He asks. There’s an edge to his voice that Duke doesn’t recognize. Is it anger? Frustration? Whatever it is doesn’t reflect in Jason’s expression.
“Yes. I do. We are very intimate, both physically,” Yeager groans loudly and buries his face in his hands again, “and emotionally. Relying on one another in such a way is the mark of those that are very close, is it not?”
“Doesn’t mean we’re dating,” Jason grunts.
“We aren’t,” Yeager confirms. It’s muffled.
“What would be required to qualify us as ‘dating’?”
The question’s probably too innocent for both of them, since they sigh loudly in unison. Duke personally finds it cute that they have the exact same reactions sometimes. “Dating’s more than just fucking, you know.” Jason says and reaches over for the wine bottle. He doesn’t even like wine and he’s popping the cork just so he can get some alcohol in his system. “I’m not nearly drunk enough to explain dating to you.”
“It’s… going out together, spending time and enjoying one another’s company.” Yeager tries to explain, but Duke really doesn’t get it.
“Is that not what we’re already doing?”
“No, nein, no.” Another frustrated sigh. “We haven’t been to any restaurants or had any awkward conversations over expensive meals, have we?”
Duke looks down at their untouched dinner, then back to Yeager. Then to Jason. He opens his mouth, but Yeager waves a hand and cuts him off, “Don’t. I know exactly what you’re going to say, but this isn’t the same.”
“Definitely not.” Jason confirms, but he looks sort of amused now. “So Yeager,” Oh no, it looks like Jason has an idea. “How would your daughters react if we told them we’re dating?”
Yeager’s eyes widen and he shakes his head so quickly his bangs flick back and forth. It’s a bit entertaining to watch, honestly. “No, no! No. We’re not doing that.”
“Why not?” Duke asks.
“Because! Because.” He separates it as if it’s two separate words. “We aren’t! I’m not about to explain to my daughters that we’re—”
“Hey, Droite! Gauche!” Jason raises his voice loud enough to be heard through most of the manor.
“Jason, don’t—!”
Too late. The twins are there in a heartbeat, almost as if they’d simply been waiting to be called back into the room. Now that Duke thinks about it, maybe they were. They’re just like Yeager, they’re good at reading people so it would make sense that they’d know exactly how this would end. “Yeeees~?” Droite’s smiling cutely, almost as if she didn’t kickstart this whole thing.
“Your dad has something to tell you.” Jason says and lifts the wine bottle in Yeager’s direction before taking a drink from it.
Yeager groans loudly again, which is absolutely not suiting the dignified image he tries to put up around his daughters. He doesn’t speak at first and Duke isn’t sure he’s going to.
“Would you like me to say it?” He offers as kindly as he can.
Instead the guild leader shakes his head. “No, I’ll do it.” Both girls wait patiently for Yeager to collect himself. “Girls, the truth is that Jason, Duke, and I are…” He hesitates, looks like it’s physically painful to say it, “dating.”
“Called it! Pay up.” Droite holds out her hand and her sister mumbles something incoherent and drops some gald into her hand.
“You— Don’t bet on your father’s love life! You’re grounded! Both of you!” Yeager’s making that face again and Jason’s laughing really damn hard and Duke can feel himself smiling. His life certainly has gotten interesting with both of them around.
He couldn’t be happier with his boyfriends, he thinks.