Kota was yanked out of a deep, dreamless sleep by his phone vibrating so aggressively it nearly fell off the nightstand. He groaned, rolling over and fumbling for the device in the dark. The clock on his screen read 2:03 AM. His eyes, still blurry with exhaustion, struggled to focus on the wall of notifications lighting up his phone. All from Elliot. Every single one.
He opened the messages, squinting against the harsh blue light, and immediately regretted being awake.
[1:58 AM] Elliot: kotaaaaaa
[1:58 AM] Elliot: kota kota kota kotaaaaaa
[1:59 AM] Elliot: we have a situation
[1:59 AM] Elliot: a sexy situation but also a potentially dangerous situation
[2:00 AM] Elliot: so me and grayson were doing our usual nightly activities you know the ones wink wink
[2:00 AM] Elliot: and this random guy just walks into our room
[2:01 AM] Elliot: like full on just opens the door and walks in like he owns the place
[2:01 AM] Elliot: obviously we did what anyone would do in that situation
[2:02 AM] Elliot: we fucked the absolute shit out of him
[2:02 AM] Elliot: like we went to town on this guy. grayson did things with his tongue that should be illegal. i rode him until he forgot his own name. we took turns. we switched positions. we used some of those new toys theo bought us. it was a whole production. broadway level.
[2:03 AM] Elliot: anyway after we were all done and he was lying on the floor covered in cum and twitching like a broken toy
[2:03 AM] Elliot: we started asking him questions
[2:04 AM] Elliot: you know, basic stuff. who are you. why are you in our house. how did you get past the security gate.
[2:04 AM] Elliot: and he would NOT answer
[2:05 AM] Elliot: like he just kept moaning and saying he wanted more and asking if we could go again
[2:05 AM] Elliot: which is flattering honestly but also not helpful
[2:06 AM] Elliot: finally after like the fifth round he mumbled something about theo
[2:06 AM] Elliot: he said theo. our theo. your theo. the principal theo.
[2:07 AM] Elliot: and then we realized. oh shit. this might not just be a random horny burglar. this might be a stalker.
[2:07 AM] Elliot: we don't even know his name. he won't tell us. every time we ask he just asks if we can fuck him again.
[2:08 AM] Elliot: so anyway we need your help. can you come over? like now? or in the morning? we're keeping him in our room. he's not going anywhere. he's too exhausted to walk.
[2:09 AM] Elliot: also full disclosure we might need you to fuck us too. it's been wayyyy too long since we've had that monster dick and watching you interrogate someone would be really hot. grayson agrees.
[2:09 AM] Elliot: anyway here's a video
The video attachment loaded slowly, the thumbnail showing a dimly lit room and a figure on the floor. Kota pressed play, keeping the volume low so he wouldn't wake his dad in the other room.
The footage was shaky, clearly filmed on Elliot's phone. Griss was sprawled across the hardwood floor, completely naked, his pale body absolutely coated in thick layers of cum. It was in his hair, streaked across his face, dripping down his chest, pooling in the hollow of his collarbone. His piercings glinted under the bedroom lights, and his dyed black hair was plastered to his forehead. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, staring at the ceiling like he was seeing something that wasn't there. His body twitched involuntarily, aftershocks rippling through his limbs.
"Hey. Hey, you." Elliot's voice came from behind the camera. "Who are you? Why did you break into our house? Who sent you?"
Griss's response was barely coherent, a stream of mumbled words that blended together. "More... please... I need more... fill me up again... empty me out... please... I'll do anything... just don't stop... more... more... more..."
"See what I mean?" Elliot's voice again, exasperated but also slightly amused. "He's been like this for an hour. We can't get a straight answer out of him. He's like a sex zombie. A really cooperative sex zombie."
The camera flipped around to show Elliot's own face. His ginger curls were wild, his freckles standing out against his flushed skin. He was clearly naked, his bare shoulders visible in the frame, and his expression was a mixture of satisfaction, confusion, and pure, unfiltered horniness.
"Kota. Can you also fuck us? Please? It's been too long. Way too long. We miss that monster dick. We talk about it all the time. Grayson was literally just saying the other day, 'I wonder what Kota's doing right now, probably being hot and hung somewhere while we suffer.' Those were his exact words. I'm not exaggerating." The camera shook as Elliot shifted position. "So yeah. Come interrogate this guy. And then maybe stay for a bit. For us. For old times' sake. We have new toys. We have lube. We have an empty bed and a lot of stamina. Think about it."
The video ended.
Kota stared at the screen for a long moment. His brain, still half-asleep, struggled to process the information. A stalker. A stalker who had broken into the Hawthorne mansion specifically to get to Theo. And Elliot and Grayson had found him and, instead of calling the police like normal people, had fucked him into unconsciousness and were now asking Kota to come interrogate him.
"What the fuckkkk," Kota muttered to the dark ceiling, letting his phone fall onto his chest.
At seven in the morning, Kota stood in the doorway of Elliot and Grayson's bedroom, a cup of coffee in his hand (curtesy of Austin) and a look of profound exhaustion on his face. Grayson had picked him up in the van, driving through the early morning drizzle while Kota tried to wake himself up enough to handle whatever fresh chaos was waiting for him.
The room looked like a war zone. Clothes were scattered everywhere. Empty lube bottles lay on their sides. A half-eaten box of cookies was balanced precariously on the edge of the dresser. And in the center of the floor, curled up on a pile of blankets that had clearly been thrown down for him, was the stalker.
Griss was still naked, though someone had draped a thin sheet over his lower half. His body was covered in dried cum, the evidence of the twins' marathon session flaking on his pale skin. His piercings caught the morning light, and his black hair was a disaster of tangles and dried sweat. He was awake now, his eyes open but still glassy, and Elliot was crouched beside him, speaking to him in a low, soothing voice.
"There we go. Deep breaths. You're okay. No one's going to hurt you. Well, no one's going to hurt you in a way you don't want. You clearly wanted a lot of it last night. But now we need you to talk. Can you do that? Can you tell us why you're here?"
Griss's response was a low, incoherent mumble. His eyes drifted toward the doorway, and when they landed on Kota, something flickered in them. Recognition. Hatred. Fear.
Kota pinched the bridge of his nose, set his coffee down on the dresser, and walked into the room. "Okay. Start from the top. What the fuck happened here?"