vesper walks into the guild library late at night to re-order books he's finished for the day. perceptive ears pick up on the sound of people already there rumbling around, kicking his adrenaline into gear. he he firmly grips a hunting knife slid up his sleeve and stealths his steps to find the source of the noise
the hormone rush rewires into a panicked frenzy when he recognizes the voice of magni, panting and in pain. "dez?" he says out loud, booking it in the direction of the noise.
when he finds magni, his breath catches, and doesn't seem to want to come back as his cold veins seize all movement. his alchemist's face is pressed down into an open book now defiled with tears, spit, and precum, real arms bound with a white scarf, and his ass being grabbed back onto the dick of the guild's jester. vesper fears the worst of the jester's intentions as he doesn't care to stop even with vesper in full view of the scene, until magni's eyes catch vesper's gaze and cums right in front of him with a long, drawn-out moan. he's never heard magni make such a slutty, genuine cry of passion before....
his attention can only be ripped from the scene with the voice of a shadowed figure cackling and sneering with disturbing, twisted glee. "ah, ah! no touching of display pieces are allowed, my dear scholar. and would you please, take a seat? you are well aware how rude it is to interrupt a show performers worked so HARD to put together, practicing day in, and day out..."
performance? practice? vesper snaps a look back at bettel for answers, which he quickly realizes there would be none to question for with deep dread. bettel's eyes are clouded over and dark, his motions monotonous and robotic, but forceful with his alchemist. pink lips fall slightly apart and he drools a bit, small grunts and emotionless whines emenating only from the physical response of fucking magni. he's not even there, yet magni loves it.
vesper takes a step forward to intervene, and is laughed and pushed into into submission by the decrepit, actively molting roach man's many terrible limbs back into the old chair behind him. he's horrified at the events unfolding... and yet...
"you and i are quite alike, you see," morf croons, a crooked smile leering down at the boner now forming in the scholar's pants, "and allow me to let you in on a little secret."
vesper's eyes desperately look past the man crouching over him for an ounce of evidence against this being reasonable or wanted.
"this, whole thing? it's for you. sick fuck."
magni flips over on the table and continues to bounce himself on bettel's cock, wailing and begging for more.
"your little magni dezmond says: happy anniversary."
magni's head tilts back to stare at vesper. he's grinning like mad. he's loving it. he can read the words magni mouths before he blacks out with pleasure:
"i love you, ves."
vesper cums, touch-free.