Order of Scorpions

by Ivy Asher

I reach behind him, spreading his cheeks so I can thoroughly scrub in between the globes of his ass. He suddenly jerks away from me, his heavy gaze narrowing at my efforts. “My apologies, master, I thought I was to wash you?” I ask with faux confusion and a vapid tone. Skull and Bones both cover their enjoyment at Scorpius’s expense with well-placed bony hands over their mouths. While they hide their smirks, it does little to hide their titters, and I have to work hard to keep a grin from stretching across my own face at their unexpected giggles. “I’m good there,” Scorpius snaps, reclaiming the space in front of me from his retreat so I can finish with the rest of him.

Did you wash your ass today?

Bread is amazing. I definitely like bread.

“Yeah, to rip your head from your body and spit down your throat,” I growl back. Riall’s smile grows even wider. “I’d much prefer you to swallow, Beasty,”

“You left me, Riall,” I tell him, and he winces as though the statement just slapped him across the face. I can see that my words claw at him, not because they’re laced with anger or accusation, but because my tone is as hollow as I feel right now. “I’m all of these things to you now, but then…then when I needed everything you’re offering me, I was nothing. Not even worthy of a final glance back.”

“That’s only because you fancied yourself an owl and tried to jump out of a window,” he scolds. Curio just shrugs, his unapologetic grin growing even wider. “I was a beautiful owl though,” he defends, and I laugh.

“You Scorpions keep promising things to that effect, and yet here I sit…unfucked,”