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“Stupid fucking idiot. Complete muppet. Why did I agree to that stupid bet? Why did I fucking lose the bet?” Lando grumbles, squinting into the dark forest around him. He can’t see anything but trees, trees, and more fucking trees. He huffs, rolling his eyes and throwing his hands up, wincing when the light skitters across the foliage around him.
A crack sounds behind him, and he whirls around, a scream dying in his throat when he sees nothing there. Like an idiot, Lando calls out, “Hello?”
Nothing.
Lando huffs and turns around again, heading towards where he was told the little hut is. This stupid bet. He couldn’t get himself laid within one week, so now he had to spend an entire night in this stupid little hut in the middle of this stupid little haunted forest and, assuming he survives this, Lando is fully planning on killing both Max F and Max V when he gets back.
“Stupid fucking bet.” Lando says, but his words trail off as he registers the hut in front of him. The door is wide open, as if in invitation, and Lando feels another wave of fear prickle up his spine. This has got to be a part of the bet, surely? One of the Max’s must’ve come here during the day and set it up for him. Another crack sounds behind him so he huffs and crosses the threshold, eyes widening when he sees the decorated interior.
Neither Max would’ve put this much effort into decorating this place, meaning someone must live here and now Lando has just fucking trespassed on their territory. Great.
“What kind of freak lives out here?” Lando mumbles, unable to stop himself from looking around at the belongings that line the walls and floor of the small hut.
“Me.” Lando whirls around, his phone light snagging on a human figure in the doorway. No, not human. No human has wings, Lando is pretty sure of that much.
“Um… I’m sorry?” Lando says, eyes widening as the figure steps closer. The figure seems human, but there’s something about his eyes and his hair and the fucking wings that makes Lando hesitate. It may be Halloween, but surely no costume can look this realistic.
“It’s fine. Nice to not be screamed at, though.” The person (thing?) says, crossing the room and dumping down a handful of things. Lando thinks they might be berries or nuts, but it’s too dark in here to tell for sure and he doesn’t want to intrude on Mr. Wings’ life.
“Well, I can understand why. But also, you must get annoyed by how many people trespass here, huh?” Lando says and honestly, what the fuck? Why is he having a regular ass conversation with this thing that he still isn’t sure the species of?
“Yeah. Used to it.” Is the response Lando gets, and he feels a little bit awful. I mean, imagine having your home, your space, constantly invaded by curious, dim-witted people? Lando hates having his space invaded by his friends, so this would surely be his worst nightmare.
“Do you, uh, have a name? I’m Lando.” Lando says, feeling a tad awkward. He’s probably overstaying his welcome, but the person-creature-thing hasn’t kicked him out yet, so screw him for being a tiny bit hopeful and optimistic. He’s always been a social butterfly, after all.
Speaking of butterflies… Lando can’t help but think that the person’s wings look like moth wings. And now he’s remembering an old urban legend about this town and a moth person and what the fuck, why is the creature looking at him like that?
“Huh?”
“Oscar.”
“What?”
“You asked for my name. It’s Oscar.” The creature looks incredibly disappointed in him, and it makes Lando’s stomach churn, twisting up in uncomfortable knots. Since when did he care about the opinion of random people? (Always. He’s always cared.)
“Well, nice to meet you Osc… ar.” Lando winces at his awkwardness. It usually takes a couple months for Lando to drop a nickname on someone, but clearly he’s not behaving like normal around this person-creature, so he should just embrace it at this point.
“Why are you here, Lando?” Oscar fixes his eyes on him and Lando gasps, stepping closer as he finds himself entranced by the swirling complexity of Oscar’s eyes.
“What are you?”
“I asked you a question first.”
“I- fine.” Lando huffs, giving in way too quickly. Again – this creature is clearly affecting his behaviour, but Lando has just accepted it at this point. “I lost a bet. Couldn’t get laid within a week, so I have to spend the night here. But I can leave and find somewhere else to sleep if it’ll make you comfortable.” Jesus, Lando doesn’t even recognise himself anymore.
“This is the only safe space in the forest at night, so please, stay here. Now to answer your question. I’m part moth, part man.” Oscar answers. Lando smiles satisfactorily at the answers he receives from Oscar and steps closer, once again studying Oscar’s eyes. His eyes are fully black, a rainbow hatching pattern ebbing away from the centre, seemingly moving back and forth.
Oscar steps back a few moments later, something that Lando thinks might be a blush staining his cheeks as he averts his gaze. “Well, then, Mr. Mothman, where do I stay?” Lando says, glancing around. The hut really is small and the only place to sleep seems to be the bed. Oscar seems to realise that at the exact same time he does because he makes a low sound in the base of his throat before stepping back further.
“It’ll be too cold for you to sleep on the floor. You must take the bed.” Oscar says and if Lando didn’t know that Oscar wasn’t human, and therefore probably didn’t know human customs all that well, he’d be rolling his eyes at the gentle treatment.
“There’s no way you’re sleeping comfortably on the floor.” Lando says, eyeing the space he’s standing on. He’d probably have to curl up in a ball to fit, therefore he couldn’t imagine what Oscar would have to do. “We’ll just have to share the bed.” And before Lando can stop himself, he adds, “You can keep me warm that way, too.” He blushes and goes to backtrack when Oscar responds.
“That’s a very smart idea. You must be a very smart human, Lando.” Oscar’s black eyes are wide and unblinking and Lando would say owlish, but Oscar is a moth so… mothish?
Also, is that an Australian accent or has Lando been spending too much time around Keegan and Daniel (and quite possibly Liam now that Charles invites Pierre to their hangouts, who invites Yuki, who invites Liam? Wait, no, Liam’s Kiwi, not Australian…)
“Ah, quite the opposite. I ended up here, didn’t I?” Lando says with a self-pitying laugh, but Oscar just tilts his head, a confused expression on his face. Lando feels an innate urge to sooth all of Oscar’s worries away. What. The. Fuck.
“Right. This… ‘getting laid’ thing… what does that mean?” Oscar says, eyes firmly fixed on Lando’s face, and Lando promptly chokes on his spit, hitting at his chest as he tries to regain his breath. Oscar steps forward, hands awkwardly hovering around Lando’s figure, and at last, Lando is able to calm down, shooting Oscar what he hopes is a relieving smile.
The slow blink he gets in response tells him exactly what he needs to know – no.
“Um, well, getting laid is basically another way, a more rude way, I guess, of saying to have sex? You know what sex is, right?” Lando says, stuttering awkwardly as he looks at Oscar from the corner of his eyes. Oscar flushes crimson, muttering a small ‘oh’ before he tilts his head again.
“And… why did you fail at this?” Oscar says and Lando, in literally any other situation, would scoff and tell this motherfucker to fuck right off, but Oscar is looking at him like he’s Charles’ new puppy right now and Lando is somehow really fucking weak for this stupid mothman he’s known for maybe twenty minutes. Like… at a push.
“This is embarrassing but, well, girls don’t really trust me, I guess? I have a reputation of being a… a heartbreaker? And, well, kinda hard to find guys who’d be willing to sleep with me, so no luck.” Lando says, insecurity seeping into his words as he continues to speak. He eventually shuts up, thank God, before shrugging at Oscar.
“Oh. Well… I think you are very visually appealing.” Oscar says and he’s refusing to look at Lando now, eyes fidgeting and skittering about. It makes the rainbow cross weave affect look even cooler and Lando really needs mental help because why is he falling in love with a mothman of all people, creatures, things on this earth. And it’s not even been an hour since they met, for fucks sake.
“Thank you, Oscar. That’s… nice to hear from someone that isn’t one of my friends.” Lando says. A brief look of hurt flashes over Oscar’s face and he looks down, fiddling with his fingers that Lando has only just now noticed are tipped with vicious looking claws. He wants to feel them scratch down his- nope, Lando, stop it right now.
“Mayhaps, we can become friends?” Oscar looks up at him then, eyes somehow full of hope and Lando would have to be a much crueller man to reject him, so he nods, smiling widely when Oscar’s own smile fills his face in turn. “Well then, L-Lan? Shall we… um, head to bed?” Oscar’s confidence has very quickly dropped again and Lando can feel his cheeks flush crimson at both Oscar’s question and the nickname he ever so casually just dropped.
“S-sure. Um, I need to change first. Can you, uh, turn around?” Lando says, avoiding eye contact. Oscar squeaks, a sound that Lando should not find as cute as he does, and turns around, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes.
Lando finds him adorable.
Once changed, Lando clears his throat and alerts Oscar that he can turn around now. He does and his eyes widen when he takes in the baggy shirt and loose shorts that make up Lando’s pyjamas.
“Are you not going to be cold?” Oscar says and Lando’s heart leaps into his throat. There are two options here – give a straight answer to Oscar, or flirt with the man in front of him and watch him get all shy again. Wait, how old is Oscar?
“How fucking old are you?” Lando says before following up with, “Answer me first,” when Oscar goes to chastise him again. Oscar huffs, pressing his lips together and rolling his eyes, before opening his mouth to answer.
“I’m nineteen.”
“Oh good, I’m twenty-one.” Lando smiles at him, eyes crinkling closed as he does so. When he opens his eyes again, he finally responds to Oscar’s question, choosing option two – flirt. “I’ll probably be cold, but I did say you could help warm me up, no?” Lando blinks at him, a faux-innocent trick he’s used on previous partners. Not that Oscar would ever be one of his partners. Why would someone as wonderful and intriguing as Oscar want a plain old human like Lando?
“I guess I will have to. My wings are very sensitive and may not provide the best warmth, but I can place them atop you, with a blanket in between to protect you from the fine hairs that will inevitably fall off.” Oscar says, eyes shiny as he semi-rambles about his wings. Lando finds it way too adorable.
“A blanket would be lovely. As for your wings, don’t worry too much about them, Oscar. Please. Your body heat will probably keep me as warm as I need to be.” Lando smiles at him again, all gummy and open-mouthed. Way too much tooth and gum. Oh well.
“I’m actually, um, pretty cold and-“
“Just, shush. Get into bed, Oscar, and we can deal with the cold if I feel it, okay?” Lando says, trudging over to the sheets and gently lifting them up. The bed is huge and Lando sighs as he sinks into the cozy mattress. Oscar eyes him warily before gently tugging off his shorts. (He’s been wearing clothes this whole time and Lando hadn’t noticed? God, he really was behaving differently!) With gentle and precise movements, Oscar climbs into the bed next to him, his figure taking up all the empty space.
Lando feels a little bit squished, but Oscar places a blanket (soft and blue and is that the Australian flag?) over the top of the duvet that Lando is laying under and he sighs softly in contentment. These aren’t the conditions he was expecting to sleep in today, but he’s really not complaining. Although he has no idea how he’s going to tell his friends what happened overnight because they definitely will not believe the truth. Lando is not a good liar either – his friends will see right through him.
“Lando? Is something wrong?” Oscar says, pulling Lando from his thoughts. He blinks and shakes his head before smiling at Oscar. (He has to smile up at him, oh my God).
“Just… wondering what I say to my friends about my night out here when I see them tomorrow. I don’t want to tell them about you.” Lando says. Oscar tenses, Lando can feel it, but he doesn’t say anything. Lando feels awful. “Not because I’m ashamed of having you as my friend or anything but, like… it could be dangerous? Not because of them, oh God, but because someone might overhear us.” Lando eventually decides to just shut up, swallowing down the litany of words that threaten to break through his throat and bubble up on his tongue.
“Lando… I understand. Just tell them it was scary, but you survived. That’s… sort of true, right?” Oscar says, tilting his head again. He really reminds Lando of Leo, it’s uncanny.
“Good idea! Thanks, Osc.” Lando says. The nickname slips out of his mouth and this time he doesn’t catch it. He doesn’t even register that he’s said it until Oscar squeaks. Lando turns to face him, eyeing the soft red blush that lines his face. It really accentuates his eyes, now that Lando is looking closer.
“Right, yes, well. We should, um, sleep.” Oscar says, stuttering over his words. It makes Lando giggle, and he wishes Oscar a good night before shuffling around and getting comfortable. Oscar’s body settles against his and whilst he is slightly cold to the touch, it’s still a weirdly comforting presence for Lando.
It’s only as sleep starts filling every corner and crevice of his mind that Lando remembers a very pertinent piece of information about moths.
They’re nocturnal.
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Lando wakes up alone, the soft blue blanket and the black duvet both tucked securely under his arms. He sits up halfway, resting his weight on his left elbow as he uses his right fist to brush at his eyes. Taking in his surroundings, Lando feels the events of last night come rushing back.
“Oh fuck.” Lando whispers. He sits up properly, before standing, carefully readjusting the sheets before he looks around for his belongings.
They’re stacked nearby on a small, rickety table and Lando grabs his phone, wincing at the bright screen that greets him. His phone screen reads 6:42am and he decides that now is the perfect time to take his photo proof, leave the hut, and never return ever again.
And then he remembers Oscar once more.
Lando said he and Oscar could be friends. He can’t just… walk away from him. Not only would that be tremendously rude, especially when Oscar hasn’t done anything wrong, but Lando really enjoyed Oscar’s company, as awkward and as brief as it was. With a heaving sigh, Lando makes a mental note to come back in a couple of days.
Changing into his normal clothes as quick as he can, Lando decides to leave before he runs into Oscar again. He snaps a photo, careful not to show any of Oscar’s belongings, before sending it to the group chat and pushing open the door of the hut. It’s still dark outside in that awful English October way, and Lando hopes he won’t get lost on his way back to the main path.
Luck seems to be on his side, however, as Lando quickly finds the main path and follows it back to the exit. With one last expectant look over his shoulder, Lando sighs and decides to continue on for good. Of course Oscar wouldn’t follow him. Why would he?
“Goodbye, Oscar.” Lando whispers.
And with that, he starts the walk back to his dorm, ignoring the way the wind seems to whisper for him to return.
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“Goodbye, Oscar.” It’s whispered, but the wind still carries the sound towards him, and more tears drip from Oscar’s iridescent eyes at the words. He thought that Lando would stay and be his friend, like he said he would, but now he’s gone. Left him, just like everyone else did.
With another tearful sob, Oscar starts sprinting back to his hut, ignoring the sickening feeling of dread churning within his gut. Such a beautiful, beautiful boy, and Oscar had let him slip through his fingers so easily. How stupid could he be?
Too stupid, the wind seems to whisper.
When, at last, the door to his hut stands in front of him, Oscar turns to the main path again and in a language no human can understand, he utters only two words.
“Goodbye Lando.”
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It’s the fifth time this morning that Lando has caught himself before he could fall asleep and smack his head against the table. George shoots him yet another concerned look, but Lando ignores it, instead retracing back the events of the morning.
He’d made it back to his dorm at around 7:07am, meaning that when he opened the door, both Max’s were already awake, excitedly flapping around him with questions about his overnight experience. Lando, luckily, was able to stick to a simple, easy to believe story – he’d been scared at first, but he managed to sleep through the whole night – and before long, everyone was congratulating him, and he was getting ready for his first, and only, class of the day.
But now that he’s actually sat still, not talking, just listening, Lando finds his mind drifting to Oscar and his rainbow eyes. How he’d been so… gentle with Lando, like if he applied too much pressure, Lando would break. Which, yes, that’s true, but not when it came to physical pressure. How was he just supposed to forget about Oscar?
“-o? Lando!?” Lando startles from his thoughts, staring wide-eyed at George and Alex as they tower over him.
“Oh, fuck, sorry. Time to leave?” Lando says, standing up and hastily packing his things away. George and Alex start whispering in that George and Alex way of theirs, before turning to Lando with twin expressions of concern. “What?”
“Are you okay? You seem skittish.” Alex says, arms crossed over his chest. George looks rather upset about that, his fingers twitching by his side instead of resting steady in Alex’s grip. Lando just huffs and continues with packing his bag, finally slinging it onto his shoulder once he’s wrestled the stubborn zip down to the left side.
“Just tired and cold, that’s all. I might go for a walk, try to clear my head.” Lando shrugs nonchalantly, even as he registers what he’s just said. The twin looks of concern from George and Alex are making him feel awful. “Seriously, guys, I’m fine, okay?”
“Sure, sure, whatever. Come on, I want an espresso.” George says, snatching Alex’s hand as he starts storming off, Alex barely managing to throw a “this convo isn’t finished!” over his shoulder at Lando. Lando sighs before exiting the room.
There’s a certain moth he wants to go and find.
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The hut door creaks as Lando edges it open, careful not to disturb the moth who may be within it. He almost thinks it’s empty until a string of sunlight glints off the dark black fur of moth wings, alerting Lando to Oscar’s presence. Quietly, Lando closes the door behind him before turning his phone light on, aiming it at the ground so as to not accidentally startle Oscar.
Glancing around, Lando notices a small, ornate lamp and with a soft, appreciative smile on his face, he creeps closer, gently turning it on and flooding the room with a low light. With the lamp now on, Lando turns his phone light off and turns to face the subject of his daydreams.
Oscar is fast asleep on his front, right cheek pressed into the pillow as tiny little sounds of what Lando thinks is leaves rustling fall from his lips. His wings droop to one side, black and white swirling together to create a gorgeous pattern that has Lando completely entranced. He steps closer and, without thinking, brushes a gentle hand along the edge of Oscar’s left wing.
The wing flutters, a handful of fine hairs dusting off onto Lando’s lap, before it whips backwards, hitting Lando in the face and knocking him onto his back. Before Lando can recover, a weight settles above him, clawed hands pressing into his shoulders and throat. With his eyes as wide as they are, Lando can register that it’s Oscar above him, his teeth (fangs, Lando notices) bared and the iridescent shimmer of his eyes replaced by a complete, murky black. A few veins line the hands pinning Lando down and whilst normally Lando would have a joke to make here, Oscar is about ten seconds away from killing him, so horny thoughts are the last things he’s thinking.
And then, “Lando?” It’s gentle. Soft. A complete contrast to the claws and fangs and veins and strength and wow, Oscar really should get off of Lando’s lap before he feels Lando’s unfortunately timed erection poking against his ass.
“Hey, Osc.” Lando smiles widely despite the heat and fear simmering in his veins. Oscar lets go instantly, shuffling off of him and settling back onto the edge of the bed. Lando remains sprawled where he is for a few seconds, hands still splayed like in surrender, before he sits up, panting softly to regain his breath.
“What… why did you return?” Oscar says, sounding more fragile that Lando has ever heard anyone sound. He’s up on his feet, crowding Oscar’s space and checking he’s okay before he can even register what he’s doing. After a few moments of fretting, Oscar snags Lando’s wrists, calmly muttering that he’s fine, Lando just startled him awake. “Now answer my question. Please?”
It’s the plea that makes Lando start crying, tears dripping down his face, causing Oscar to go into panic.
“Lando? What is wrong? Did I hurt you? I did, didn’t I? I’m so sorry, please forgive me, please still be my friend.” Oscar is crying now and Lando stops crying at the sight of the silky tear drops staining Oscar’s fragile, pale skin. He reaches a hand up to carefully brush the tears away, gasping when he feels the smooth texture of the tears, combined with the cool temperature of Oscar’s skin.
Oscar watches him with gentle eyes, his flow of tears momentarily paused. “You didn’t hurt me, but clearly someone hurt you, Osc.” Lando practically whispers, hands still tenderly cupping Oscar’s face.
“I have not been so fortunate in keeping friends. Yet you returned to me. Why?” Oscar whispers in turn, eyes flickering back and forth between Lando’s eyes. Lando frowns at the question. That’s twice now Oscar has asked him why he’s returned. But clearly, it’s not because he doesn’t want Lando here.
“I’m your friend, aren’t I? Besides, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Oscar. I had to make sure you were okay.” Lando says, finally dropping his hands from Oscar’s face and stepping back from his personal bubble. He doesn’t make it very far, however. Oscar’s wings spread wide, lacing around him and pulling him into a hug. Lando gasps and immediately hugs back, delighted at the physical contact.
“Thank you, Lando. It means a lot to me that you have returned.” Oscar says and there goes all of Lando’s happiness. Who could ever leave such a wonderful person behind?
“I’ll always return to you, Oscar, I promise.” Lando says. Even as he says it, he can feel the cliché play out in his head. Something is going to prevent him from seeing Oscar eventually and Lando dreads the fallout that will happen when that moment inevitably arrives.
For now, though, Lando decides to focus on Oscar. Sweet, lovely Oscar that he’s definitely in love with even thought it’s not been more than twenty-four hours since Oscar and him first met.
“Thank you, Lando. Can, um, can you let me go back to sleep now? I kind of need to sleep.” Oscar mumbles and now that Lando focuses on it, he is slumping into Lando’s body, eyes half open.
“Of course, Osc. Do you want to me go?” Stupid question to ask as Oscar immediately tenses up. “That’s a no, then. I’ll stay, Oscar.”
“Thank you. Please tell me about your day.” Oscar says as he slowly shuffles to lay down, taking Lando with him. Lando is lying on top of Oscar’s chest, and really, what the actual fuck is happening to him right now?
“Oh ok, well, uh… I went to class today.” Lando starts and Oscar hums as he continues to speak, his noises slowly trailing off as Oscar falls asleep. Lando keeps talking despite knowing Oscar is basically dead to the world before he falls into dreamland himself, the comforting feeling of Oscar’s arms and wings around him tipping him over into sleepiness.
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Lando is trying his best, he really is, but the font in this book is way too small for him and his dyslexia. All the Latin isn’t helping either. With one heaving sigh, Lando tries to get through the introductory passage about silk moths again but it’s really not working. He slams the book shut, dropping in onto the table before laying his head atop it.
His peace last all of one minute before someone is tapping their nails on his head. He looks up to see Blu standing before him, his blue hair a richer shade than it was two days ago when Lando had last seen them.
“Hey Dodo. What’s got you huffin’?” Blu says, sitting in the seat opposite Lando as he slides the book towards himself. “Ooo, moths! I love moths.” They say and Lando perks up at that, sitting up straight in his seat.
“Do you know much about moths?” Lando says, trying his best not to sound too overeager but probably failing incredibly well.
“Mate, moths are like… my whole brand.”
“Special interest?”
“Yeah, pretty much. So, what do you wanna know about moths?” Blu says, linking his fingers together over his travel cup. That’s decorated in a moth pattern. Huh.
“Do you know of any black moths that… produce silk? I guess?” Lando mumbles. Blu looks at him like he’s said something super weird (he probably has), but they flip through the book anyways, muttering a small ‘aha’ when they find the page that they want.
“Here. Callosamia promethea. The promethea silk moth. Only the males are black, but they’re the first moth that came to mind.” Blu spins the book to face him and Lando gasps at the images of the male moth. The wings perfectly match Oscar’s, and he smiles excitedly, launching out of his chair to hug Blu.
“This is it! This is the one I saw. Thank you, Blu!” Lando says. Blu’s body temperature rises so Lando pulls back, laughing slightly at his red cheeks. “Sorry, sorry.”
“All good. I can send you some easier-to-read resources on them, if you want?” Blu asks and Lando considers the idea before shaking his head. Why would he need to ask a moth expert when he could just ask a moth himself?
“Just text me the name so I don’t forget it, yeah?” Lando says. Blu nods, pulling their phone out and texting him the name, before ruffling his hair.
“Well, I better get on with the studying I came here to do. You staying or?” Blu says and Lando shakes his head, hurriedly packing up his things. He grabs the moth book, wishes Blu goodbye, and hurries off, only stopping to return the book to its correct place.
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Oscar startles as the door to his hut slams open, the light of the moon peeking through to illuminate the figure of Lando standing in the doorway. He’s panting, clearly having ran here, and Oscar goes to ask if he’s okay when Lando cuts him off.
“Pro- promi- you’re a promay- fuck!” Lando stutters. Oscar flinches at the volume of Lando’s exclamation but he still crosses over to his friend, gently guiding him over to sit on the edge of Oscar’s bed.
“What’s the matter, Lando?” Oscar says. Lando doesn’t answer him, too busy rooting through his pockets. He pulls out his phone with a triumphant flourish and flicks to some screen, turning it towards Oscar’s concerned eyes. Oscar reads the words on the screen, confused by what they mean and their relevancy to him, until he sees the last two.
Callosamia promethea.
“The promethea silk moth.” Oscar says and Lando nods, flinging his phone to one side and pointing at Oscar.
“Is that what you are?” Oscar can only nod in response, a heat filling his face as he realises that Lando must’ve done some heavy research to figure out what type of moth he is. “Can I ask you some questions?” Lando says when Oscar remains silent, and Oscar nods once more, still not trusting himself to speak.
Lando claps triumphantly and goes to speak when Oscar suddenly regains his voice, spitting a scratchy, “How did you figure it out?” Lando flushes at that, reaching up to awkwardly scratch at his neck. Oscar finds it entirely too adorable.
“My friend is a huge fan of moths, and I asked if he knew of any black silk moths and he said yes, and told me which one, and I was so sure you were gonna tell me that’s wrong, but it’s not and, yeah… I have a lot of questions.” Lando says, smiling that adorable, gummy smile of his that Oscar has found himself dreaming of way too often.
“Well, um, ask away?” Oscar voice lilts up in embarrassment, but Lando doesn’t seem to notice, already launching into his first question.
“Are you really nocturnal?”
“No. I became this way due to my nature. The males of my species are typically active between three to six at night, but it’s very dangerous for me, so I copied the females of my species.”
“No way! I thought all moths were just super nocturnal. Woah…” Lando seems awed, eyes wide and sparkly. He claps all excitedly and opens his mouth to ask his next question, pushing Oscar very quickly towards a realisation.
Lando is not going to shut up anytime soon.
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Lando visits Oscar nearly every night from that point onwards. He stops going out clubbing, stops staying late at the café that Charles works at to keep him company (he has Pierre anyways), he stops doing everything but his work for university and visiting Oscar.
The two quickly become closer and closer and if Lando was any crazier, he’d think Oscar’s feelings for him were returned. But there’s no way that would happen. Oscar’s a beautiful, majestic creature, far better suited to someone else who’s also beautiful and majestic, not a regular old mess like Lando.
Lando still remembers the way Oscar had panicked over him after seeing the results of Lando’s fight on a night out. Some guy had been insulting Blu, and Lando hadn’t hesitated on calling him out for his crap, unfortunately getting a glass to the face in response.
The second Oscar had seen the bandage on his nose and the still fresh wound underneath it, he’d launched into a panic, worrying about Lando and how he could let himself get so hurt and how it was so sweet that Lando protected Blu, and eventually he started speaking some kind of language that Lando didn’t understand. It took Lando tugging him into a hug for Oscar to calm down and switch back to English.
There were more silky tears cried that night and Lando had brushed away every single one, had shushed every single apology that fell from Oscar’s lips, had calmed him down until, at last, Oscar swore to always protect Lando as best he could, even from afar.
Lando had nearly kissed him then, only reigning himself back in when he felt the desire bubble up in his gut way too quickly. Things were going perfect between them as friends, and Lando didn’t want to ruin that by being stupid and confessing his stupid fucking feelings.
Unfortunately, Lando knew things couldn’t stay perfect for long, and that nagging reminder that something would come along and tear them apart would soon become an awful reality, far too quickly for his liking.
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“Where have you been running off to each night, hm?” It’s Max V who pops the question, already three beers deep, but everyone in the room perks up at his words, all eyes turning towards Lando’s stunned figure.
“Uh… nowhere?” Fucking dammit, why did he open his stupid fucking mouth? He wants the couch cushions to swallow him whole and spit him back out in Oscar’s den.
“Bull-fucking-shit.” Daniel says, leaning forward to smirk at him. Infuriating bastard. “Even I’ve noticed you sneaking out at night a few times. You seein’ someone?”
Lando pauses, weighing the options in his head. He could either confess to the truth and have everyone think he’s a complete and utter lunatic, or he could lie and face the endless bullying and harassment that’ll come his way when his friends realise immediately that he’s lying. Fuck. He’s fucked.
With one deep inhale-exhale-mini mental breakdown, Lando pours the truth out into the room, telling everyone about what happened, starting from that faithful Halloween night – the night of his punishment, post-failed bet.
When he’s finished, everyone is silent, staring at him with wide eyes. Only Blu doesn’t seem affected, smiling at him softly. Like he knew all along why Lando was looking into different moth types.
“Lando… that’s a fucking amazing story, mate, but I’m still curious as to who the fuck you’re sneaking out with.” Alex says and everyone bursts into laughter, sharing their agreeance. Lando feels frustration burn up in his gut.
“It’s not a story. Well, it is, but it’s not a fake one. It’s real. I’m telling the truth.” Lando says. How does he prove this to his friends without taking them directly to Oscar’s place, potentially exposing him to people who would sooner hunt him down and kill him then learn about his story?
And then he remembers the selfie.
It had been a silly idea, but not long after Lando had gotten hurt at the club, he’d been showing Oscar some of the blood-soaked selfies he’d taken that night. Oscar had shyly confessed to wanting to take a photo with Lando and Lando had agreed instantly, introducing Oscar to the wonderful world of selfies.
Lando leans forward, snatching his phone off the table and ignoring the debate about the reality of his story happening around him. He swipes through his recent images, quickly finding the selfie of him and Oscar together. He turns it towards his friends and they all gasp – Blu in delight and the others in what Lando depressingly realises is horror.
“Lando, no, I’m not letting you out the house again. What the fuck?” Max F says. The other Max stands up, leaving the room, and, as Lando belatedly realises, locks the front door, bringing the keys back with him.
“Who here isn’t drinking?” Max asks. Blu and one of Yuki’s friends, Mick, raise their hands. Max hands the keys to Mick, telling him not to hand the keys to Lando. Lando looks around, hurt and betrayal in his eyes.
“Guys… seriously? Come on, I know him better than you do. What is this bullshit?” Lando says, sitting up straight as anger seeps into every pore of his body. Only Blu seems upset by what the two Max’s are doing to him, and he reminds himself to get them a gift at a later date.
“Lando, he’s not safe for you. I don’t normally control what you do, but that’s a dangerous, dangerous game to play. I have to protect you.” Max F says and Lando rolls his eyes, standing up and slamming his bottle on the table.
“Fuck you guys.” Lando says, walking out before anyone can stop him or say anything. He trudges up the stairs, tears already pricking at his lashes. His phone vibrates in his hand multiple times, signalling a few text messages have pinged through, but he ignores them until he’s upstairs, door locked firmly behind him.
The first few messages are from Max F.
Mate, I’m sorry, but I need to protect you. It’s what brothers do.
Do your classes online. Get over him. Maybe when you’re feeling better, we can go out clubbing, find a nice guy for you to get with.
I’m just trynna keep you safe.
Lando sighs, typing up a quick response.
just dont find hjm ans visit him
promsie me that
pls
I promise, Bob.
The next message is from Mick.
I’m sorry. I don’t wanna cause any arguments. Hope you feel better soon.
Lando ignores it, skipping to the next messages from Max V.
For your own good. We’re doing this cause we love you.
Lando responds only with the middle finger emoji before going over to the final messages, all of them from Blu.
I’m sorry, Dodo
Oscar seems really nice
Maybe I can meet him someday ^_^
Let me know if you ever need company – I’ll come round in a heartbeat!
🦋🧡 (It’s a butterfly but shush, we can pretend!)
Lando responds with a simple orange heart emoji before locking his phone and laying back against his sheets. Lando knew people judged him all the time, and was pretty used to it, but the list of people he thought would never judge him had shrunk extremely fast today.
It seemed only Oscar and Blu were on that list now.
Thinking of Oscar makes Lando’s stomach churn with a very disgusting realisation. Lando would be kept from Oscar. He wouldn’t be able to return to Oscar like he promised he would. Oh fuck.
Lando launches his phone across the room, not even caring when he hears something shatter. Oh well. He doesn’t care anymore. How can he, when his supposed best friends – brothers – are keeping him from the love of his life.
Wait- since when was Oscar the love of his life? Lando swallows down that realisation just as tears start to prick in his eyes.
Stupid, stupid idiot.
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A week passes of Lando being housebound and Oscarless. Both Max’s check in on him every day, bringing him food and water, but he ignores them until they leave his room, sighing in disappointment every single time. Good. Let them be disappointed. Lord knows Lando’s insanely disappointed in them.
Blu comes round on the Thursday, the sixth day of Lando’s house arrest, and Lando spends the entire three hours he’s there talking about moths and Oscar and how he’s most definitely in love with him. Blu shares the story of their crush in turn – some American called Logan who actually knows Alex. Lando wishes them luck and before they know it, Blu has to leave, Lando once again sinking into depression.
Then Friday rolls around and it’s Blu who pokes his head around Lando’s door again, telling him to come downstairs and join the party. Lando rejects them at first before considering it. Maybe… maybe if he just stays silent, he can escape the questioning and the mental assessments, and just have some fun. Get out of his Oscar-filled head for a while.
So an hour later, he changes into some fresh clothes and heads downstairs, smiling when Blu cheers his name loudly, pressed into the side of who Lando assumes is Logan. He looks way too American for it to not be him. Lando greets everyone and settles down with a beer that Charles passes him, and just relaxes.
His friends love him, he knows this, they’re just misguided sometimes. He’s settling into the couch cushions, enjoying the low buzz of music and the intense debate over the best pastry that’s happening (or at least, that’s what he thinks the conversation is about. He’s zoned out a few times), when all of a sudden Carlos turns to him, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“So, how are you feeling? Got over mothboy, yet?” Carlos smirks and Lando tenses, his knuckles whitening as he clenches his fist around the beer bottle. Why did Carlos, or anyone for that matter, have to mention Oscar today? Why?
“Um, his name is Oscar.” Lando says dumbly, and Carlos scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Just as insane as last time.”
“I’m not fucking insane.”
“Oh cut the crap, Lando. You’re in love with a fucking moth. You’re a freak.” Carlos spits at him. Everyone goes quiet at that and Lando feels a flame of anger flicker alight in his gut.
“Mick, give me the front door keys.” Lando says, voice deadly calm. Both Max’s have wide eyes, knowing what this tone of voice means for Lando, but he can’t bring himself to care.
“No, Lando. I can’t.”
“Mick.”
“Shut it already, Lando. You’re not leaving to go fuck the bug.” Carlos growls and Lando stands up, slowly and steadily. He gently places the bottle on the table and walks out of the living room, heading up to his room once more. Just like last time.
“I’m… I’ll go check he’s okay.” Lando hears Blu mutter, and he waits at the top of the stairs, slamming his door shut from the outside to convince everyone he’s locked himself away again. Once Blu gets to the top of the stairs, Lando places his finger over his mouth, pointing at the bathroom. Blu follows him, the door clicking shut behind them.
“You gotta help me get out of here. Please. I need to see Oscar.” Lando whispers, tears already soaking his cheeks. Blu frowns at him, lifting their hands up to wipe at Lando’s tears before nodding.
“How?”
“I’m gonna climb out of the window. I want you to pretend you’ve been to the toilet first and then when I get out, pretend you’re calling for me. Then scream when you realise I’m “missing”. Text me when everyone is upstairs.” Lando says in a quiet rush. Blu nods, opening up the texts between the two of them and preparing the message. An orange heart.
“Let’s go then. Lemme flush.” Blu steps around Lando, flushes the toilet, and then opens the door, walking to Lando’s room as Lando creeps behind him.
The door creaks open and Lando quickly but quietly rushes over to the window, grabbing his phone as he passes it, before pushing it open as wide as it goes. Blu nods at him, a soft smile on their face. “Dodo? Dodo, you in here?” Lando is just about to land on the awning that sits over the front door when Blu faux screams.
“Lando’s not here. Guys, Lando’s gone!” Lando jumps onto the front doorstep, crouching down out of the kitchen window’s view, before clicking his phone screen on. Only a few seconds pass before Blu’s message pings through his phone, and he sets off into a run, sprinting down the street in the direction of the forest where his beloved lives.
As he runs, Lando’s phone rings a multitude of times. First Max F, then Max V, then Blu, then Max F again, and again, and then Yuki, and then Charles, and then they stop coming at all, instead he receives a bunch of messages from all of his friends. Privately, in the group chat, on multiple different apps. Lando ignores all of it.
Once he’s at the edge of the forest, he turns his phone onto Do Not Disturb, shooting Blu a quick message that he’s safe and at the forest, before locking and pocketing it.
The path through the forest calms him instantly, the sounds no longer eerie, but comforting and familiar. All too soon he finds himself standing before Oscar’s hut. He knocks four times in a specific pattern (the shape of a four), before pushing the door open.
The sight that greets him makes his heart skip a beat.
The room is trashed, completely and utterly trashed. The bedsheets are torn, pieces of black silk lying halfway on the floor. The desk has been flipped over, although the antique lamp has been safely kept out of the way. There’s a crack running along one wall and Lando feels a lump burn in his throat.
A lump that soon turns into tears. He caused this to happen. Whether Oscar did this himself (Lando couldn’t imagine someone as sweet as Oscar doing this, if he’s to be honest), or whether he was attacked, Lando caused this to happen. He’s just about to sink to his knees when he hears the door creak behind him.
He spins around and there stands Oscar, a furious look on his face. “Get out.” His voice drips like venom, sticky and deadly, but despite the fear and concern lining Lando’s gut, he still feels a small twinge of arousal tickle the base of his spine. Damn him and his feelings.
“Os-“ Lando starts but is soon cut off as he’s picked up and slammed against the nearest wall, Oscar pinning him in place as he snarls at him. Lando is reminded of the time he accidentally woke Oscar up and nearly cries when he realises just how much he’s missed Oscar. Too much. Way too much.
“I told you to get out, didn’t I?” Oscar growls. Fear overtakes every other emotion at that moment. Oscar doesn’t recognise him.
“O-Osc, it’s me. Lando.” Lando squeaks out, his airways being shut off from Oscar’s forearm slammed against it. That forearm soon releases some pressure, however, Oscar’s eyes widening in realisation.
“Lando…” Oscar whispers in disbelief before growling once more. “You left me!” Lando goes to respond when Oscar kisses him, his fangs tugging and snagging at Lando’s bottom lip. He whines into the kiss, hands coming up to claw uselessly at Oscar’s shoulders.
It must ground Oscar because soon he’s pulling away entirely, Lando falling to the floor with a discordant huff. He looks up at Oscar, who’s panting harshly, seemingly still angry.
“Tell me to back off and I will.” Oscar growls and something within Lando’s mind flips. Oscar’s going to fuck him if he doesn’t say anything. His cock twitches and he mewls, batting his lashes up at Oscar.
“Please. Do it, Osc. I need it. I need you.” Lando whispers, voice strained. Oscar hesitates and Lando thinks he’s fucked it until Oscar steps closer on shaky legs.
“I’ll hurt you.”
“Good, I want it to hurt. I wanna be reminded of it, of you, when we’re apart.” Lando says, crawling towards Oscar. That seems to do the trick because Lando’s in the air before he can stop it, the soft, fuzzy black of Oscar’s wings filling his vision before he’s dropped onto the bed, Oscar hovering above him.
“Say it, please.” Oscar says. Lando laces his arms around Oscar’s neck, tugging him closer so he can whisper in Oscar’s ear.
“Fuck me, Oscar.”
Oscar pulls away instantly, claws tearing through Lando’s clothes without any hesitation. Lando gasps as the cold air rushes over his body before arching up into Oscar’s wandering mouth. His lips, smooth like silk, latch around Lando’s left nipple, sucking and biting on the tender nub until it’s a vicious red, peaked and sensitive. Lando’s already whining under Oscar, but Oscar doesn’t stop, switching to Lando’s right nipple and repeating the same biting and sucking ministrations.
Once Oscar is seemingly satisfied with the state of Lando’s nipples, he moves to the skin surrounding them, biting and sucking marks wherever he sees fit.
“Where, fuck, where did you learn th-this?” Lando whines, his hips bucking up into nothingness. Oscar growls lowly, but doesn’t respond further, continuing to litter marks across Lando’s chest, slowly making his way down to his stomach. His stomach clenches in pleasure each time Oscar bites down and Lando can only imagine the number of pains and aches he’s going to feel when he wakes up tomorrow. He invites them all with open arms.
Oscar shifts down to his thighs, his clawed hands reaching up to push Lando’s legs open as wide as they’ll go, and wider even still. He buzzes in what Lando assumes is delight, before continuing his biting and sucking, staining Lando’s legs in the same vicious shades of black, purple, and red that line his stomach and chest.
“Osc, please, need more. Please.” Lando mewls, hands weakly clenching at the remainders of the silk bedding that still linger on the bed. Oscar growls at his words, pulling his mouth away from his thighs as he lifts Lando’s hips up. Lando hums in confusion before moaning loudly when Oscar’s tongue presses against his hole, his fangs lightly scraping against Lando’s skin.
The wet sounds of Oscar’s tongue make Lando blush, and he covers his face, even as he shamelessly rides Oscar’s. He can feel himself get close to cumming and barely has any time to warn Oscar before he releases, streams of white shooting from his cock and landing on his stomach and in Oscar’s hair.
Oscar pulls away and Lando panics, scrabbling to sit up. Oscar pushes him back, kissing his lips to coax him into relaxing. Lando calms down instantly, hands lightly pressing into Oscar’s shoulders.
Without any further words (Lando suspects Oscar has gone non-verbal or something), Oscar pulls away, his now clawless fingers pressing down on Lando’s wrecked and bleeding bottom lip. Lando opens his mouth eagerly, letting Oscar’s fingers slip inside. He hums around them, looking up at Oscar with wide, faux-innocent eyes as he bobs his head up and down, taking more and more of Oscar’s fingers in his mouth with each shift of his head.
“Lan…” Oscar growls and Lando whimpers, eyes closing as he arches his back. Just one word and Lando’s already close to cumming again. He lightly bites onto Oscar’s fingers before whining when they are pulled from his mouth.
“Hey, I was enjoying that.” Lando grumbles. Oscar growls at him again before Lando feels one of those spit-slick fingers push into his hole, a ragged moan leaving his lips at the feeling. He feels so full and sated already. Sure, Lando’s fingered himself before, but Oscar’s fingers are thick, and Lando feels a bit dizzy. From just one finger. What the hell.
“So good.” Oscar grumbles in that low tone from earlier and Lando loses it, cumming a second time as he clenches harshly around Oscar’s fingers. Oscar buzzes before pushing a second finger in. Lando can’t help but whine in overstimulation, chest rapidly rising and falling as he pants harshly.
“Osc, come on, I can take it.” Lando actually has no idea how big Oscar’s cock is, but he needs it in him like… now. Oscar seems to laugh at him before he shifts off his elbows, towering over Lando. He pulls his pants down with one hand and oh, fuck, he’s huge. There’s no way he’s gonna fit it all.
Lando rolls his eyes in pleasure, clenching around Oscar’s fingers. Oscar continues fingering him, pressing a third finger in. The burn is delicious and Lando can feel drool trickle down out of the corner of his lips. Good. He likes it when sex gets messy.
He stares at Oscar’s cock again, utterly transfixed. It’s huge, bigger than anyone Lando’s ever been with, and it’s dribbling with silky smooth precum. Lando can’t decide if he wants it in his ass or in his mouth more. Hopefully he can experience both, if not today, then this week, at the very least.
Oscar must notice his staring because he pulls his fingers out of Lando’s hole, instead grabbing at his cock and stroking it a few times. Lando snags his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches. Honestly, he could watch this for the rest of time and be perfectly content. Oscar looks way too fucking good like this.
And his friends want Lando to think Oscar is bad for him? No fucking shot.
“Oscar, come on.” Lando whines, spreading his legs further in invitation. Oscar’s wings flap slightly before he settles between Lando’s legs. He goes to line up, Lando’s eyes fixed firmly on the tip of his cock, before he huffs, grabbing Lando by the waist and flipping him over. Oscar grabs Lando’s hips, dragging them up so his back is arched, head pressed firmly into the pillows.
Lando mewls at the new position, knowing just how deep Oscar’s cock will go and just how difficult it’s gonna be to walk tomorrow. When Oscar doesn’t do anything for a few more seconds, just staring at him, Lando huffs and sways his hips, hoping to entice Oscar to stick it in already.
Oscar must understand that Lando’s getting impatient, as Lando soon feels the tip of Oscar’s cock pressing against his hole and he shivers in delight, arching his back even more. Another wordless invitation.
And then Lando feels it. Oscar pushes in and the instant burn makes Lando whimper loudly, hands clawing at the pillow underneath him. Oscar stops but Lando cries out, pressing his hips back, eager to get more of Oscar’s cock in him. Oscar sighs above him but continues pressing into Lando’s hole, moaning loudly as he sinks deeper and deeper.
Lando can’t help but focus on those sounds. He did this. His body is making Oscar feel like this. And oh God, don’t get him started on how Oscar’s making him feel. He feels both torn apart and put back together at the same time. He’s entirely sure no one else is gonna make him feel this good, this satiated and full. Not that he wants anyone else, thank you. He’s perfectly content with Oscar.
“Fuck…” Oscar whimpers above him and Lando’s brain nearly short circuits at the sound, pleasure zipping up and down his spine at how wrecked Oscar sounds. He’s about to ask if he’s okay when he feels the steady press of two hipbones against his ass. Oscar’s balls deep in him now and fuck, Lando is definitely going to be limping out of here. If he can even walk anytime soon, that is.
“M-move. Need it, Osc.” Lando whines after a few minutes of steady panting and careful clenching. He wiggles his ass backwards, whining pleasurably when Oscar’s claws pinch at his skin. “Fuck me, come on.” He wiggles again. Oscar growls before slowly pulling out and pushing back in, like he’s carving a space for himself within Lando’s body. God, Lando feels so dizzy with love and desire for this man.
“Faster?” Oscar asks, digging his claws into Lando’s side. There’s definitely some blood being drawn here and Lando cannot wait to see the pretty marks lining his body when this is all over. He nods his head, before verbally commanding Oscar to go faster.
Oscar listens, quickly picking up pace until he’s fucking into Lando so fast, Lando can hardly breath. He’s got to be literally rearranging Lando’s guts at this point, there’s no way he isn’t. Shakily, Lando lifts a hand from the pillow under his head and places it on his stomach, groaning when he feels the head of Oscar’s cock nudge up into his palm repeatedly. Lando presses down, Oscar moaning loudly when he presses up into Lando’s waiting palm.
The bed shifts before Oscar is pressing closer, his teeth latching onto Lando’s shoulder as he practically sticks himself to Lando’s back. The new position allows Oscar’s cock to nudge directly into Lando’s prostate and Lando screams at the double pleasure. Oscar presses his fingers to Lando’s mouth again and he eagerly takes them, soaking them in spit as tears stream down his cheeks, the pleasure overwhelming him.
The mixture of drool and tears pools underneath him and he nearly groans in delight when Oscar pulls his fingers free, instead choosing to press Lando’s head into the muck below him. Lando shuffles his knees up, arching his back even further somehow, and Oscar’s right hand, the one that’s been on Lando’s waist this entire time, snakes around his stomach, pressing down on the bulge his cock forms. Lando screams again, shakily reaching a hand down for his cock. Oscar slaps it away, grumbling a rough ‘no’ that has Lando’s cock spitting out a dribble of cum.
There’s definitely no one who’s going to be able to best this, Lando’s positive.
Oscar continues thrusting into him, growling and moaning as he bites at Lando’s shoulders, claws still digging into his waist and scalp. It’s then that Lando’s brain loses all filter, and he shakily cries out, “Scratch me up. Claw my back, Osc, please.” Oscar growls even louder, his left hand slipping from Lando’s curls to rest at the top of his back. With one last plea from Lando’s lips, Oscar digs his claws into Lando’s skin, dragging down his back and leaving throbbing red lines in his wake.
The stinging sensation left behind tips Lando over the edge, and he screams, cumming harder than ever before. His vision blacks out as his cock spurts load after load of cum onto the sheets below him. He clenches around Oscar repeatedly, delighting in the way Oscar’s hip stutter at the feeling.
Just as the pleasure of overstimulation starts to tip over into pain, Oscar howls loudly, cumming. He pumps into Lando for what feels like a minute before collapsing on top of him, smothering him in his weight.
Lando feels sticky and sweaty, and the ache in his legs is already kicking in, but the feeling of Oscar’s cum filling him up and Oscar’s weight on his back makes him feel content and as he gently relaxes his legs, he hears the soft pants coming from Oscar. Gently, carefully, he peaks over his shoulder.
“Osc? You okay?” Lando says, voice hoarse from all his screaming. God, he sounds so wrecked. Oscar hums, rolling the pair over onto their sides (Lando definitely does not squeal), before nuzzling into Lando’s neck.
“So good.” Oscar slurs and Lando giggles at the way Oscar sounds, all fucked out because of Lando.
And really, that’s the crazy part, isn’t it? Lando got Oscar like this, all dopey and fuck drunk. It makes a shot of confidence zip up his spine. “Oscar?” Lando says. Oscar shushes him in response, mumbling something about sleep and cleaning later. Lando giggles softly before nuzzling back into Oscar’s embrace, sleep quickly overtaking him.
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The first thing Lando registers when he wakes up in the ache in his legs. The second thing he notices is the subtle shifts from Oscar, nudging his cock into Lando’s prostate. Lando moans loudly, slapping at Oscar’s hip. Oscar just whines, nosing at his back. Lando huffs again – he will absolutely not give in to Oscar’s wishes.
“Please?”
Lando crumbles instantly.
“Fine.”
Oscar’s standing up within seconds, Lando still on his cock, before he presses the pair of them against a wall. He doesn’t hesitate like he did the night prior, instead fucking into Lando at a rapid pace straight away. Lando can’t even speak, too busy moaning and whining at the feeling of Oscar’s cock pounding into him, the sound of Oscar’s cum trickling from his hole and dripping onto the floor adding to his arousal.
Oscar cums only seconds later, Lando following on as soon as the first load of Oscar cums spurts into him. They pant in sync, still pressed against the wall for a few seconds, before Oscar pulls out of Lando. It still hurts, even when Lando can tell that Oscar is being as gentle as he can. Oscar places Lando on the bed before sinking to his knees, a quiet sobbing sounding out only moments later.
“Oscar? What’s wrong?” Lando panics, sitting up even as his body screams at him to slow down. He gently coaxes Oscar’s face upwards, staring at him with concern in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. That was wrong of me to do. I let my feelings for you control my actions.” Oscar says in a broken tone. Lando feels tears prick his own eyes, but he wills them away, determined not to cry right now. He needs to be strong for Oscar.
“What feelings? What do you feel for me?” Lando says. Oscar whines, the sound hollow and desperate, before he sighs, looking away from Lando.
“I’m in love with you, Lando.” Oscar whispers and Lando feels his heart leap from his chest. Holy fuck. His wildest dreams and greatest fantasies have come true. Oscar loves him back.
“I’m in love with you too, Oscar.” Lando whispers in turn and Oscar’s head whips around, eyes wide and unblinking, the rainbow within them more iridescent than ever.
“You mean that?”
“Mhm. I love you, Osc.” Oscar stands up sharply, picking Lando up and pulling him into a searing kiss. Lando laces his aching legs around Oscar’s waist, ignoring the way they scream at the stretch. He kisses back passionately, poking his tongue through the gap in Oscar’s fangs. Oscar slowly lowers him to the bed as they continue to kiss. It doesn’t develop into a round three, luckily, instead settling into a lazy make out, Oscar’s lips coaxing all the love Lando has for him out into the barely-there gap between them. Eventually Oscar pulls away, brushing a hand through Lando’s matted curls.
“When you didn’t show up last Friday, I was so scared something had happened to you. But I trusted you. And then you didn’t show up Saturday. And you kept not showing up. I thought for sure I’d lost you.” Oscar says, squeezing his eyes shut as silky tears threatened to drip from the iridescent depths.
“I said I’d always come back to you, didn’t I?” Lando whispers against Oscar’s lips, gently brushing his tears away. Oscar chokes on a sob before he’s burying his face in Lando’s neck, the tears freely flowing.
Lando doesn’t pull away, instead letting Oscar cry for as long as he needs. As long as he needs is about two minutes, it seems, because he quickly pulls away, muttering a very wet sorry that has Lando giggling.
“To apologise properly, maybe you can clean me up?” Lando says, batting his lashes at Oscar. Oscar squeaks slightly in understanding, gently picking Lando up before carrying him bridal style to the front door. He nudges it open gently, and Lando can see its still pitch black outside.
“Let’s go to the nearby lake. It’s clean, I promise.” Oscar says and Lando kisses him on the cheek in response.
“Let’s go, my beloved boyfriend.”
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When they finally get back to the cabin, Lando has the realisation that Oscar destroyed his only change of clothes and now he has nothing to go home in. Oscar’s clothes are all too big, so his only hope is to call someone and ask them to bring him some clothes.
Lando unlocks his phone, his text chat with Blu appearing before him. The Do Not Disturb is still on, so he quickly turns it off, wincing when notification after notification floods his screen. He ignores them momentarily, focusing on the three messages from Blu.
Hopefully Oscar’s okay!
I’m gonna sleep but hopefully you two are okay
Dodo? I’m getting worried ‘-‘
were alife
hey ait can u birng me some cloths
osc destoryed mind loll
Sure!
Lando shares the conversation with Oscar as he swipes through the brief previews of all the other texts he’s received. Most of them are the same – his friends getting angry at him for escaping, then panicking because he’s not replying, and then getting completely upset and regretful because they now realise they fucked up.
One, however, stands out. It’s from Carlos and all it says is “Bug lover.” Lando would’ve been upset if he hadn’t literally fucked Oscar the night before. Instead he just swipes the message off the tab, leaving only Blu’s new response left.
Uh-oh. Everyone wants to come with.
Won’t take no for an answer.
Lando sighs, tilting his head slightly to glance at Oscar who’s reading over his shoulder.
“Wanna meet my friends?” Lando says. Oscar pulls away, looking at him with a soft expression before nodding, eyes wide with a rainbow-doused mixture of fear and excitement. “I won’t let them hurt you, Oscar. Neither will Blu.”
“I know. I trust you both.” Oscar says in response and Lando leans up to kiss him once more before pulling back to respond to Blu.
thats fin with us
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Only twenty minutes, full of soft kissing and sweet words, pass before they hear a soft rapping on the door. Oscar, who’s fully changed compared to Lando who’s wrapped up in the remainders of the black silk duvet, gets up to answer the door. It must just be Blu because Lando doesn’t hear any reactions apart from a soft gasp. Blu must be in awe right now.
A few seconds later, the door shuts and Oscar is throwing a backpack at Lando. It one of his plain black ones and he roots through the contents before producing a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt and a zip up hoodie, plus a new pair of underwear. Perfect.
Lando quickly changes into the clothes, biting back the moan that threatens to leave his lips when Oscar smacks his ass, before he turns to face his boyfriend with a cautious smile.
“You ready? If you’ve changed your mind, that’s fine. I won’t be mad.” Lando says. Oscar just huffs a laugh, smiling at him with so much love and adoration, it makes Lando feel a little bit sick. Lovesick, that is.
“I’ll be fine, Lando. I have you to protect me.”
“And Blu.”
“And Blu.” Oscar laughs. He offers his clawless hand to Lando, smiling when it engulfs Lando’s. They walk toward the door, slowly due to Lando’s limp, before Oscar pushes it open.
Only Blu stands out there, a soft smile on their face. A hint of awe still lingers in his eyes and Lando smiles at him before looking around. “Where is everyone?”
“I told them to wait somewhere else and I’d tell them to come join us when you guys are ready. Are you ready?” Blu says, eyes wide as they wait for Lando and Oscar’s answers.
“I’m ready.” Oscar says, shrugging nonchalantly. Lando wishes he was as carefree as Oscar is sometimes.
“Ready.” Lando finally acquiesces and Blu whistles, the sound sharp and shrill. It doesn’t take long for all of Lando’s friends to tumble around the corner, eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. Lando smiles at them all, waving an aching arm when they finally see him next to Oscar, their hands firmly intertwined.
“Holy fuck.” It’s Logan who speaks first and Blu giggles, clapping his hands excitedly.
“I told you he was cool!” Blu all but squeals and Logan smiles at them, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around their shoulders.
“That he is.”
“I’m Oscar.” Oscar says awkwardly and Lando pinches his side. “Ow, what was that for?”
“They know who you are, muppet.” Lando says. Oscar sticks his tongue out in retaliation and Lando just giggles, pressing up onto his tip toes to kiss Oscar’s nose. Max F gags and Lando turns to him, a playful glare already set on his face. Max instantly frowns, shuffling forward before holding out his arms.
Lando limps into them, laughing loudly when Max picks him up, the other Max quickly joining them in the hug. A good old dormmate hug always used to fix their issues and Lando is pretty sure it’ll fix this one too.
“We’re sorry for being so horrible to you.” Max F says when he pulls back. Lando just flicks him on the nose before shrugging.
“It’s okay. I forgive you guys.” Lando says. Oscar makes a noise of confusion from behind him, so he turns to face him. “What?”
“That easily? No offence to any of you guys, and Blu you’re excluded, but you locked him in the house.” Oscar says. His cheeks have gone a soft pink, the rainbow in his eyes dulled, and Lando whines, crossing to him without hesitation.
“He’s right, though. You can’t just forgive us that easily. We fucked up pretty badly.” Max V says. Lando rolls his eyes, turning back to his friends once he’s in Oscar’s arms.
“Let him visit me at the house and invite him to the weekly parties, then. After the first visit and first party without any issues, then I’ll forgive you guys. Even if I already have.” Lando says. Blu’s eyes have gone wide with hope. He looks way too eager at Lando’s idea and Lando can’t help but laugh. “Blu, he’s my boyfriend, not your next object to study.”
“Aww, come on, Dodo! I helped you get back to him!” Blu whines. Logan chuckles at their actions, flushing a light red when Blu turns to playfully glare at him.
“I don’t mind.” Oscar says and Lando gives in, letting Blu get what he wants. Blu cheers excitedly, pulling out of Logan’s arms and running circles around the group, an odd half-finished cartwheel here and there.
“Shall we go home, then?” Daniel says. Lando laughs at that, pointing out that Daniel doesn’t even live with him. Daniel just laughs and winks at him in turn.
“Oscar, you coming with?” Max F says and Oscar blinks. Lando watches him look up through the trees, murmuring in that non-human language again, before nodding.
“Why not?”
“Wait!” Keegan yells, stepping forward from his spot next to Charles. When the fuck did he get back to England? “Are you fucking Australian?!”
“Yeah. I spent the first fifteen years of my life in Australia before I escaped here.” Oscar says, shrugging like he hasn’t just dropped the most jaw-dropping piece of information ever.
“Huh!? Why did you never tell me this?” Lando whines, stomping his foot playfully on the ground. Everyone laughs at his actions, Oscar’s face pinking in some places as he smiles down at Lando.
“You never asked.” Oscar shrugs again. Lando squawks, the occasional word of understandable English peaking through as he protests about Oscar hiding things from him. Everyone continues to laugh around them, even as Lando yells and whines for them to shut up because, hello, this is embarrassing as fuck, people!
The kiss Oscar pulls him into makes it a thousand times better.
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The next Friday night rolls around a lot quicker than Lando had anticipated and before he knows it, he’s in Max V’s car, heading to pick Oscar up for the party.
“Stop bouncing your leg.” Max says, eyes still firmly fixed on the road, and Lando just huffs at him.
“I’m nervous.”
“I can tell.”
“Shut up.” Lando whines. He sighs and buries his face in his hands. Why is he so nervous right now?
Oh, that’s right, it’s because he becomes a different person when he’s drunk and he’s worried it’ll scare Oscar away, even after Oscar reassured him a thousand times over that he wouldn’t mind, and he didn’t want Lando to miss out on all the fun just because he was there.
Has Lando mentioned he has the best boyfriend ever yet?
The edge of the forest is soon right in front of him, and he hops out the car, stepping into the forest’s entrance and calling out for Oscar. He’d told Lando that if he called for Oscar, no matter where in the forest he is, Oscar would hear him thanks to the wind and bugs within it. They’d carry the message to him.
A few more seconds pass before Lando can hear a swooping noise and he looks up just in time to see Oscar’s wings flare as he lands in front of Lando. He looks stunning, a crisp shirt accentuating his figure and tight pants accentuating his assets. Lando smiles at him, pulling him into a kiss, before leading him to the car.
Careful of his wings, Oscar clambers into the backseat, greeting Max as he does so. Once Lando is in the car, Max pulls away, heading back towards their dorm. The quick as it is journey seems to go even quicker and before Lando knows it, him and Max are herding him into the front door of their dorm, Blu already excitedly greeting him.
Blu’s wearing a shirt covered in moths and when Lando looks closer, he can recognise exactly which moth it is that lines the material.
Callosamia promethea. The promethea silk moth.
Oscar’s moth type.
Lando smiles and shakes his head at Blu, before tugging Oscar into the living room. Everyone greets him (apart from his Carlos, who keeps his distance, but fuck him), and before Lando knows it, his boyfriend has been stolen away by Liam and Yuki, the three of them talking about something that Lando has no idea of.
Just as he turns to leave, Lando spots Yuki’s hand slowly inching towards Liam’s before he picks it up, interlocking their fingers. Liam’s cheeks go pink, but he keeps talking to Oscar and Lando very quickly understands what’s happening. When Daniel walks past, he snags him.
“Since when was that a thing?” He says, gesturing to Liam and Yuki. Daniel laughs and shrugs.
“I don’t know. Don’t think they know either.” He clarifies before walking off. Lando just laughs over it before going to make himself a drink.
There’s two people in the kitchen that Lando doesn’t recognise, but he’s almost positive one of them is a new student Charles is tutoring. They startle when he enters, and he raises his hands in faux surrender before the shorter one gasps in realisation.
“You’re Lando, right?” He says and Lando nods. The two share a look before they step closer, practically in sync. Lowering their voices, the short one says, “Is your moth boyfriend here? We wanna meet him!” Lando laughs and nods, jerking his thumb towards the living room. Both boys peek into the room from the kitchen doorway, squeaking when Arthur, Charles’ brother, calls for them to join.
They go into the room, leaving Lando alone to fetch his drink. He does quickly before making his way back to the living room. He leans against the door frame, watching the large swaths of people within the room. His friends. His family.
Oscar catches his eyes and winks at him, giggling when the guy Charles is tutoring squeaks at the action. He leans down to whisper something to him that has him flushing red and hiding in the other boy’s arms, before Oscar looks up and winks at him again. Lando smirks.
Oh, how lucky is he?