Psycho Mini-Fic - Family Life (Patreon)

Part 1Lucas“She’s sick.”“She’s not sick,” August and Cricket said in unison, giving him that exasperated look that seemed to be a staple in

Part 1Lucas“She’s sick.”“She’s not sick,” August and Cricket said in unison, giving him that exasperated look that seemed to be a staple in their household since the twins were born.Lucas sniffed. “It’s not my fault I just sense these things better than the two of you. Maybe it’s my sixth sense.”“Are you picking up something we should know about?” Cricket asked, a hint of panic creeping into her voice.“No, he’s not. If he was, he’d have told us. He’s just being…overprotective.”Lucas’s mouth fell open, giving August a look of betrayal before his gaze snapped to the girls, snugged together in their little jammies with the duck feet. They were so little. So helpless. “I’m not overprotective. I’m cautious. Everyday, we’re leaving the most precious things in our life in that cesspool of germs and drool.”“It’s a daycare center, love, not a dumpster out back.”Lucas scoffed. He’d thought August of all people would understand. He was the smartest man Lucas had ever met. Yet, there he was, practically tossing their daughters into a vat of biohazardous waste every morning for eight hours.Lucas picked up Arabella, snuggling her closer, his heart floating when she cooed at him. Then, suddenly, she gave three tiny delicate coughs. Lucas rounded on them. “See? She’s coughing. I told you putting them in daycare was like letting them lick a doorknob. Now, look at her.”“He’s ridiculous,” Cricket said to August. “Will you please reason with him?”August chuckled. “She’s not sick—”“She’s coughing,” Lucas said again, eyes widening when Ara gave another tiny choking sound. “See?”August stood, shaking his head with a laugh as he came to stand beside Lucas. “She’s fake coughing because, every time she does, you run and pick her up. She’s training you, umnishka. And well, I’d say.”Lucas scowled at the two of them before turning his gaze towards the tiny baby, who blinked up at him with her huge jade green eyes, a single lock of dark hair swirling upward comically, like she was a small Whoville character. Her sister had the same little curl. His heart squeezed. How was it possible to love two people this much?They’d been very clear from the beginning of the whole IVF process that they didn’t want to know who the biological father was, but genetics had decided otherwise. While the girls had Cricket’s creamy pale skin and red lips, the rest was all August. Even though both Lucas and August had green eyes, they were decidedly different. Lucas’s were a pale sea glass green, almost blue in some light. August’s were a deep jade green. And the girls were pure August, practically clones, with his dark hair, his bright eyes, and his terrifying intelligence.“They just don’t get it, do they, Ara?” he whispered, eyes falling shut as August trailed a finger along his cheek. His touch never failed to make Lucas melt, even now. Especially now.“It’s past their bedtime,” August reminded him. “They need their rest.”They had hoped for fraternal twins. They’d never imagined they’d have identical twins. It was so rare in IVF. Cricket didn’t have twins in her family.August had assured Lucas that Adelyn and Ara were just the start of their family, not the end, as if Lucas had somehow been disappointed to have two babies who so closely resembled the man he loved above all else. It was the opposite. They owned his whole heart and he’d kill or die to protect them.Lucas had never imagined himself capable of the level of aggressive protectiveness that swept over him each time he looked at them. “Her cheeks are flushed. I think she has a fever,” he persisted.August gave him an indulgent look and a kiss on the cheek. “Her mother has already checked her temperature. She’s not sick. She doesn’t have a fever. What she has is a devious nature.”Ara giggled as August tickled her belly.“She gets that from me,” Cricket said proudly, scooping a sleeping Adelyn from her cradle.Lucas rolled his eyes. He supposed, on some level, it was true. Cricket had proven herself time and again to be more than capable at many things, including seamlessly blending into a family of deviant psychopaths. The three of them collided at exactly the right time. The worst moment of Lucas’s life had somehow led to him getting everything he ever wanted. A husband. Children. A friend.Although, that wasn’t really the right word for Cricket. She was more than their friend. She worked with them at the university. She helped Calliope set up alibis. She ate dinner with August and Lucas almost every night, lived in the apartment across the hall from them, raised children with them. She was family. Their family.She gave Lucas a friendly but firm stare. “These little monsters have already had their bath and their feedings. They need sleep. You could keep them in the nursery here, but it’s your night off and they’re perfectly fine. They’re just across the hall.”She was smart, capable, and fiercely loyal. She had Thomas and the rest of August’s brothers wrapped around her little finger, just like Calliope. And, best of all, she was the perfect mother to their children, something Lucas couldn’t believe she’d been willing to do for them. Not just willing, but eager.He hadn’t imagined someone Cricket’s age would be so willing to put her life on hold for them. But she said it was just the opposite. That her life had started when she met them. That she’d been in and out of one messy relationship after another when, really, she didn’t even want to be in a relationship at all. Not sexual ones. Not romantic ones.She said all she’d ever wanted was a family and she had that with the Mulvaneys. She had that with August and Lucas. The three of them were one cohesive family unit with the girls. They’d bought her the apartment across the hall when it had become available, ensuring they were always close by, and she knew she was welcome to come and go as she pleased from their house. They’d installed nurseries in both apartments so they could alternate nights without disturbing them too much.Even though the girls were barely six months old, Lucas couldn’t wait to have more children in the future. The very near future. He loved the idea of a big family, something he’d never even considered before August. Something he wasn’t sure he’d be able to consider after August either.The thought of raising children with a psychopath had worried him initially, until he saw the way August fawned over them, doted on them, was fascinated by them. August had the perfect temperament for children. He never yelled or grew frustrated. Even when the girls were inexplicably fussy, August would simply put in his headphones while he soothed them. It was fascinating, really.“I really should get them to bed,” Cricket said, emphasizing really to drive home the point that she’d already said it once.When she attempted to scoop Ara from Lucas’s arms, he tightened his grip. “They should stay here. Or maybe we should call Atticus and just have him swing by and look at them?”August sighed, a smile twitching at his lips. “You’ve already Facetime’d Atticus twice today, and both times, he told you they’re perfectly healthy babies. I am starting to think the only doctor we need is a new therapist for you, love. This one is cleay not cutting it.”Lucas frowned but handed the baby over to August. Cricket gave him a look. “You can just keep the cameras open in the nursery, you know. You have a key to the apartment, too. You promised August a night of no three a.m. feedings. It’s my turn.”“I know. I know. I do.”They walked Cricket back to her apartment, helping her get the girls settled, before returning to their apartment where Lucas stared longingly at the door.August stepped in front of him, wrapping his arms around him before cupping his ass. Lucas gave a soft sigh, winding his arms around August’s neck, letting his cheek rest on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I’m still crazy.”“I’m not,” August murmured, dropping a kiss on Lucas’s head. “Do you want to go to bed?” Lucas said nothing. “Do you want to go to bed and stare at the nursery cams for a while?”Lucas nodded. “Yes, please.”Part 2AugustAugust pressed a kiss in the center of Lucas’s bare chest, then moved to lick over one hardened nipple. “Put the camera down. They’re sound asleep. The owlet will let you know if anything is wrong.”Lucas set the monitor down on the table but didn’t turn the screen off. “What if it malfunctions?”“What if it doesn’t?” August countered, moving to kneel between Lucas’s knees before gently pulling him until he was flat on his back.Lucas’s legs fell open, his invitation obvious, even though he was still clearly unraveling about the girls. “It could, though.”August rested his cheek on Lucas’s inner thigh, his semi-hard cock within reach. But it was clear he was going to have to address this before any sexy times would ensue. “In all the time they’ve been alive, it’s never malfunctioned. If you keep this up, you’re going to have to double up on your sessions with your therapist. Maybe that’s a good idea? Or maybe a temporary anxiety medication?”Lucas once more stared at the monitor before turning it face down, his expression miserable. “Maybe. They’re just so little and helpless. Anything could happen to them.”August kissed Lucas’s leg. “But it won’t. They’re both healthy and happy. Beyond happy. They’re spoiled rotten. My father built them their own palace in the mansion, gave them a playground in the backyard that they won’t even be able to enjoy for another year. They have an army—a literal army—of killers wrapped around their fingers. There is nobody safer than them. Okay?”Lucas took a deep breath and let it out, making eye contact with August. It sent a shock of pleasure through him. His husband was so fucking sexy, even when he was being absolutely over-the-top feral about their children. Especially then, if August was being honest. The way Lucas loved Adelyn and Arabella evoked an almost primal response in August, something he couldn’t logically explain.“Distract me?” Lucas murmured, his hands tangling in August’s hair, guiding him to his cock.August took the crown into his mouth, licking over his slit before pulling off and aiming lower, sucking on his balls while Lucas broke out in goosebumps. “Oh, fuck.”August smiled, nuzzling the base of Lucas’s cock before finally taking him fully into his mouth, sucking him from root to tip. His hips jerked spastically, his heels pressing into the mattress, forcing himself deeper into August’s mouth. His fingers no longer held August’s tresses in a death grip but combed through his hair with both hands like he was petting him.He was in August’s head, enjoying not only his pleasure but his husband’s. Whenever Lucas was on the receiving end of pleasure, he wanted to feel it from August’s perspective as well as his own. And when he did, he slid into an almost drugged, dreamlike state. He said August’s emotions were a massive dopamine hit for him, like taking Ecstasy before sex.Everything was just heightened.August loved seeing Lucas like this—hazy, blissed out, consumed with chasing his own satisfaction. He deserved it. The babies stressed him out. Or his love for them did. August lacked the capacity to understand that level of anxiety, the fear that Lucas lived with daily. He didn’t know what it was like to constantly wonder what if.August didn’t live in a world of possibility. He was a scientist. He was about probability, and the probability of something happening to his children was low. Far lower than most. They were well-loved, well-cared-for, came from highly educated parents with access to funds and resources most people only dreamed of. Accidents happened, of course, but, statistically speaking, the odds were in their favor.“More,” Lucas gasped.August slid a finger between his cheeks, finding his hole and sliding inside. It wasn’t a smooth slide, but he knew Lucas didn’t care. He was too far gone to care, high on whatever it was he was experiencing in this shared space.He used to try to curate Lucas’s experiences, worried he might accidentally think of something horrific or traumatic, but that never happened. Lucas said August’s thoughts were always…warm. Soothing. That his love for Lucas was like a caress, a full-body shiver that only heightened his pleasure.Lucas snagged the lube and chucked it at August’s head. “I want you inside me. I want to feel you fucking me.”August grinned. Married life also took any guesswork or decorum out of sex. There was no need to be coy or polite about what they wanted from each other. They were long past attempting to impress or worry about what the other might think. He took the lube, slicking his fingers and fucking them into Lucas a few times before using the rest on his own achingly hard cock.He made his way up Lucas’s body, bracing himself on his forearms so he could slide their mouths together, their tongues moving over each other in a familiar dance. Lucas guided the head of August’s dick to his entrance, both of them moaning when he slid home in one hard thrust.Lucas’s eyelids fluttered, his lips parting as he panted. He was getting to experience both their pleasure at the same time. August was only a little jealous about that. It would be nice to experience what Lucas did, to really know what it felt like. But Lucas deserved some kind of reward carrying the burden of a talent that caused him so much distress and discomfort every day.August took his mouth again as he rolled his hips lazily, not in any particular hurry. Every slide into the tight heat of Lucas’s body sent a pleasant shock along his insides that August was content to experience as long as Lucas wanted.Lucas didn’t agree, it seemed. He wrapped his legs around August’s waist, his heels driving into his ass cheeks, spurring him to move faster like he was a stud on a horse farm.“So greedy,” August murmured against his lips.“Fuck me. Hard,” Lucas begged.August gave a low growl at the slight whine in Lucas’s voice. He loved when he begged; it triggered that primal instinct that just made him want to breed him, claim him. He caught his knees over his elbows, planting his hands on either side of Lucas’s head, practically folding him in half so he could drive into him, grunting with each hard thrust, giving him exactly what he asked for.“This what you need?”“Yes. Fuck. Just like that.”August’s spine began to tingle, his balls drawing tight against his body. His own orgasm was approaching quickly just watching himself drive into his husband. Lucas took his cock in hand, stroking himself, completely aware of the effect he was having on August. Another perk of sharing this connection.August didn’t want to come first, though. Lucas made such a pretty fucking picture like this, head back, lips parted, cheeks flushed, his cock wet and straining, so close to letting go.August bit down on his lower lip, attempting to distract himself from his body’s desperate drive to get off, worried he’d have to resort to thinking about statistics or probability theory to distract his throbbing cock from the perfect heat of Lucas’s body.But then Lucas came with a shout, spilling over his fist onto his taut belly. August growled at the sight, slinging his hips faster, driving himself deep as his own release overcame him, fucking into Lucas again and again until his body refused to continue.When he collapsed on top of Lucas, his arms came around him. “Thanks. I needed that.”August rested his head on Lucas’s chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat below. “Anytime. You know that. I needed it, too. I missed you. This.”Lucas chuckled. “We had sex yesterday morning.”August scoffed. “That was almost thirty-six hours ago.”“I also gave you a handjob at lunch and you blew me in the library when I threatened to go get the girls from daycare,” Lucas reminded.August took Lucas’s hands and guided them awkwardly to his back, sighing contentedly when Lucas began to draw patterns on August’s skin. “What’s your point?”This time, it was Lucas who scoffed. “My point is, how can you miss me, miss this, when we’re practically together twenty-four hours a day?”“I would chain you to me and make you follow me around all day if it was socially acceptable. I hate being away from you, even for a few hours.”“And you say I need more therapy,” Lucas teased.“I do. Yes,” August agreed.“Do you think this anxiety over the kids will ever go away? Do you think I’ll turn into some annoying helicopter dad and make them weird?”“Oh, umnishka, that ship has sailed. They’re going to be weird.”“Wow. Those are our children.”“They’re going to be weird. They’re going to be smart, probably funny, but they’re going to be weird.”Lucas snickered. “They’re just babies. You don’t know that.”August gently bit down on the skin closest to his mouth. “They’re not just babies, darling. They’re Mulvaneys. They’re going to be weird.”Lucas sighed. “Fair point.”“We should enjoy our sleep while we can.”“Mm,” Lucas said, noncommittal.August lifted his head to find Lucas staring at the upended camera. “Don’t you dare pick up that baby monitor.” Lucas’s look was pleading. August shook his head. “One quick look, then sleep.”“Yes,” Lucas hissed triumphantly, already turning it over in his hands.August sighed, settling in beside Lucas to hook his head over his shoulder. The two girls were in separate cribs but they always gravitated towards the ends so they were side by side, close enough to touch if they reached through the bars. They truly were fascinating and exceptional in every way. All because of Lucas. He was a perfect father and partner.August gently removed the monitor from his hands and placed it on his end table so Lucas could still see it. “You can be big spoon tonight so you can see the monitors from a distance.”Lucas grinned, rolling onto his side to curl around August. “I’m always big spoon.”“Mechanically speaking, it just makes more sense,” August murmured, threading their fingers together over his belly.“You just like rubbing your ass on my dick in the morning.”“To-may-to, to-mah-to,” August said, already drifting off to sleep.“Mmhmm. Love you.”“Love you, too, umnishka.”The end