Say don't go.

"Oh yeah, good idea yoi!"  Rocinante gave one of his radiant smiles, the bright color of Breccan's shirt almost enough to make Dimitri's eyes appear blue.  And then, if Rocinante squinted just hard enough and let his mind wander, he could almost swear it was his honey smacks.  It smelled like him and everything.  The only issues being that Dimitri was just a bit too big, and fuck he had stubble but Rocinante was determined to ignore that. "Can draw a freckle on your lip?" The young werewolf questioned softly as he fumbled his way up the stairs, his fingers warm as they intertwined with Dimitri's.

"If that will make it easier for you." Dmitri nodded as he followed the boy up the stairs, taking him by the waist when they arrived and lying him down on the bed. It was much easier like this to pretend the boy was shorter. Of course there was still the issue that Roci looked nothing like Holland and he still had both of his arms in tact. But Dmitri could get passed that, just for a little while.

"Kinda, thats one of my favorite things about my patty cakes.  I love his constellations."  The werewolf murmured as he reached for a magic marker, using it to gently place a few dots cross the Russian's shoulders and cheeks, and the finally the one on his bottom lip.  He only did he favorites, not wanting to give Dimitri too much of a clean up.  His placement was spot on though.  Rocinante knew his honey smacks my heart. "Alright, yoi."  The young werewolf gave another soft and nervous whistle through the gap ib his teeth, this time the melody of Aerosmith's  'I don't wanna miss a thing.'  He sang to Breccan often, usually using some old cliche song just to get the boy's eyes to shine. 
"Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure."  Rocinante hummed part of the song softly, finally leaning in and allowing their lips to meet.

Dmitri was grateful to finally be able to let go and lose himself in his own fantasies. His arms wound so carefully around Roci's torso, bringing the boy close to him, handling him so gently as if he were made of glass and Dmitri feared he would break him. With his eyes closed, it was so easy to imagine he was back in Holland's bedroom, feeling the boy reacting beneath of him.
He broke their kiss after a moment, his lips finding their way to the boy's collar bone, always one of Stein's favorite places for him to kiss.

Rocinante was struggling to envision a touch he'd never fully experienced.  Breccan had never touched him like this, only ever Denahi.  The thought of the native brought a wave of nausea over the youg wolf but Roci tried to brush it off.  He wanted this too be real so badly...
Rocinante simply closed his eyes and allowed himself to envision the boy his loved, tide blue eyes and a jaw line so sharp and strong that it haunted dreams. 
His especially.
"Patty cakes,"  His voice was soft, cracking pitifully as his trailed one of his hands along Dimitri's side. "I've miss you so much, yoi."

Dmitri kept quiet, not wanting to ruin Roci's fantasy with his sharp Russian accent. Instead, he merely squeezed the boy closer as an answer. His lips did all of the talking for him, exploring Roci's neck and shoulders as his hands explored everywhere else, slipping under the boy's shirt.
And for a few moments, his Holland was back there with him. It was blissful.

Rocinante was trying to focus on Breccan's heartbeat, in the hopes that he could pretend he was the one making it flutter in such a way. The sweater helped, too.  It covered Dimitri's scent just enough to fool him, so he could close his eyes and see his honey smacks instead. The boy made sure to keep his hands out of the Russian's hair and away from his face, not wanting to break his illusion. Breccan had shorter chestnut hair and a clean shaven face, none of his freckles ever covered up.
His freckles.
Rocinante smiled in thought of them.  He knew their patterns by heart, could connect them now even in his mind.
"Patty cakes."  It was a soft whistle, his lips burning their way across Dimitri's collar bone.  The Russian's hands were a little too big, Rocinante noticed as they moved underneath his shirt, but the young wolf did his best to ignore it.  Instead he found the hollow column of The Russian's throat, a place on Breccan he'd dreamed of kissing before.
He wondered what it would really feel like
He wondered if Denahi knew.
He tried to forget, breathing a trail of fire along Dimitri's neck in an effort to distract himself.

Dmitri had tuned everything else out, not even hearing the boy's words. He had managed to convince himself it was Stein underneath of him. If he could just avoid looking at the boy's face, he could pretend.
He was pretending he could hear Stein's soft whispers of his name as his thumb ran over one of the boy's nipples.
He was pretending that Roci was not so much warmer than Stein had ever been.
He was pretending that it was cool mechanical fingers running over his side instead of Roci's fiery ones.
He slid Roci's shirt up so his abdomen was exposed before beginning to trail kisses down to the waistband of the boy's jeans. In reality, it had only been maybe a week since Dmitri had last had sex. But it'd been years since he'd made love to his Holland. And while he knew they weren't going all the way tonight, he craved to be closer to the boy.

Rocinante slipped his phone out of his pocket, flipping through it for a moment before he found what he'd been looking for.  It was an old video now, before Denahi or Dimitri came into the picture.  He'd coaxed Breccan into singing for him one night, and he'd been lucky enough to record it.
And thats what he played, allowing his best friends voice to cloud his head, almost in perfect time with Dimitri's touches.
It was almost real, if he just kept his eyes closed. He could hear Breccan, smell him...
It could  be his patty cakes touching him. 
So the young werewolf let out a soft croon, welcoming the feel of the Russian's hands on him.  His fingers were hot and searing across the mans shoulders and down his back, nearly enough to burn but still not quite disturbing the skin. He was always so careful with his best friend, wanting nothing more than to be the source of the boys happiness.

After spending some time with Denahi in their swamp, Breccan had decided to go back to see Roci again. He could only pretend the boy didn't exist for so long before starting to miss his best friend. As he was making his way back to Jace and Piper's home, he had no clue what was waiting for him there.
Dmitri had by now worked Roci's jeans off, pressing kisses to the boy's thighs as he willed himself to ignore the recording Roci had playing.

The young werewolf inhaled sharply as Dimitri touched his bare thigh, but he did nothing to stop the man.  Instead his lips even quirked upward slightly, his entire body warming in thought of Breccan.
"Honey smacks, careful down there.  You're gonna make me so hot that I burn you, yoi." The young werewolf let out a breathless laugh, nervous being no one had ever touched him in such an intimate way.  But Breccan's voice was still playing softly in his ears, and it was enough to have Rocinante crooning at the Russian's touches.  He even reached down to plant a burning kiss against the crook of the mans neck, just where Breccan had a tiny cluster of freckles that Rocinante had dubbed Mercury for its being the smallest in all his little freckle solar system.

Breccan never had to knock when coming over to Roci's house. He had his own key, just like Roci had a key to his home. Walking in unannounced always came with the risk of finding Roci's parents on the couch together, but Breccan had grown used to that by now.
As he entered the home now, he couldn't help but notice one of Dmitri's shirts strewn over the back of the couch. His stomach immediately knotted but he didn't make assumptions as to what was going on until he heard his Rosie's voice ringing out from his bedroom upstairs. Breccan thought he might be sick.
Dmitri was touching his Rosie. He was on fire with jealousy, about to run up there and put a stop to this. But then Roci spoke again. Breccan was half way up the stairs when he heard his nickname. Roci had called Dmitri his Honey Smacks.
And then, instead of jealous rage, it was hurt running through Breccan. It felt as if his heart had literally been ripped out of his chest.
Dmitri had stolen his best friend, stolen Roci's virginity that was supposed to be his, stolen everything from him. And now he'd even stolen his nickname.
Then he was stumbling back down the stairs, pretending it wasn't tears blurring his vision as he ran right back out the front door, trying to recall the way to his and Denahi's swamp. He could only pray that Denahi hadn't left yet and that he could remember the way without the Native American being his guide.

Rocinante sat up immediately as he felt the shift in Breccan's heartbeat, his chest igniting as the boys emotions overwhelmed him.
"Something wrong with patty cakes!" The young wolf's voice was high with alarm as he scrambled to pushed Dimitri off of him, his heart jumping into his throat as the pain worsened. 
If Denahi had hurt him...
If Breccan was crying...
Rocinante would kill.
He finally stumbled his way down the stairs, his eyes widening as he caught just a glimpse of Breccan disappearing out his front door.
"Hey! Honey smacks!! Wait a minute yoi!"  The lanky werewolf darted out after his friend, desperate to make sure he was alright.
"Whats wrong? Somethings wrong!"  Rocinante was panting as he followed the boy. "Did Denahi hurt you?"

Breccan had been trying to ignore the boy running after him, not wanting Roci to see him like this. But finally, as he heard the boy shouting his nickname, he spun around.
"Fuck off, Roci!" Breccan snapped. "Denahi could have hurt me and you wouldn't have fucking known! Because you were too busy giving your virginity to some fucker you just met a few weeks ago, like some slut!" Breccan wasn't angry, he was hurting. But as anyone close to him knew, he always channeled his pain into rage. But never had he ever gotten angry with his Rosie. "I thought you were better than that shit!" The pain in his chest was becoming too much for him to handle. He had to go. He needed Denahi. "Just go back in there and leave me the fuck alone." He growled before turning his back on the boy and heading off once more. "And don't fucking call me Honey Smacks anymore! Fuck that!" He called behind him.

"B-Breccan!" Rocinante called once more, his voice feeble and numb with shock. It was though the boy had stuck him. His patty cakes had never yelled at him before.  But that aside...
"And don't fucking call me Honey Smacks anymore! Fuck that!"
The words kept echoing in his head, cold enough to completely extinguish Rocinante's flame. He was left feeling frozen to the core, even his bones aching with the intensity of it.
"Like some slut!"
All of a sudden, his weight was too much for his knees to handle. They collapsed on him and sent the boy toppling into the dirt, his eyes dark as they followed the boy, all the way until he was out of sight.
Rocinante didn't understand.
He couldn't think.
No more honey smacks.
It was enough to have the young wolf heaving.  And to make it worse?
He knew who Breccan was running to.

Denahi was at the swamp, having made a small hide away in the rocks to recover from an earlier spat with Sitka. But the moment he felt Breccan's heartbeat jolt, he was moving to get to the boy.  He wasn't worried about his brother spotting him, or anything in between.  He had to get his hands on his swift fated one.
The werewolf appeared not long after Breccan managed to get out of Rocinante's sight, immediately sweeping the boy up into his arms and forcing the fighter to look up at him.
"Breccan,  It was the first time he'd ever used the boys first name, his voice rattled with concern. "What is wrong?"

Breccan was sure he'd never been so grateful to see someone before. He allowed himself to completely relax in the man's embrace, the tears coming fast and hard, seemingly out of nowhere.
"I just fucking need you, Denahi." He murmured as he took the man's face in his hands, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. Breccan just wanted to feel something other than the aching in his chest. He was done waiting around and hoping Roci would love him. Denahi was right here. Breccan didn't have to wait for his crocodile.

"Strong jaw!"  Denahi's voice was sharp, his golden eyes glowing on the boy in his arms as he broke their kiss. "If you are hurting then this is not the time or place." He didn't smell any blood, but the man was still patting Breccan down for any injuries, not sure what could have the boy so distraught-
And then it hit him.
Rocinante.
The native felt his heart shatter, all the breath leaving him as he realized what must have happened.
"Oh no, ocean eyes don't cry for him."  The man was gently running his thumbs across the boys cheek, wiping tears away in an attempt to soothe his fighter. "Let crocodile take care of you, eh? Come on."  He began the trek back to their swamp, his eyes never leaving Breccan's face. "Pink cheeks and blue eyes."  The native whistled softly, trying to take Breccan's mind off of Rocinante. "What a masterpiece my strong jaw is."  He wasn't like Rosie.  He didn't give goofy laughs or run his thumb along any freckles. Instead he was strong and reasonable, always centering at Breccan's eyes.

Breccan found himself smiling sadly at Denahi as the man spoke to him, trying to cheer him up. The man was so different from his Rosie, and yet he cared for both of them so much. They were the only people that could ever make him smile so brightly.
"Shit, I'm lucky to have you, crocodile." He sighed softly as he allowed the man to carry him, merely hoping they arrived soon. He needed to do something to make himself forget about Roci. He wanted to get rid of his feelings for Roci altogether tonight. He wanted to give himself to Denahi, the man certainly deserved it.

"You think that because you are swift fated." Denahi hated that the boy had been wounded in such a way, his heart aching in sync with Breccan's.  "You will be alright though, strong jaw.  There will come a day when you are free of this.  Crocodile will see to it." The Native glanced up as they arrived to the brightly glowing creek that was named their swamp. He gently sat down near the water, Breccan still cradled carefully against his chest.

"I want to be free of it tonight, crocodile." Breccan sighed softly as they sat, still not moving to get out of the Native's arms. "Roci... he's fucking moved on. He doesn't care anymore so I want to not care too. I just want to be done with him, Denahi." He spoke gently, leaning up so he could kiss the man's jaw gently.

"So be done with him, strong jaw.  Talks too much never deserved you anyways."  Denahi shook his head, eyebrows drawn together still in worry. "Crocodile will be here.  I told you that I would never allow him to sink you.  As long as crocodile is breathing, your head will always be above water." The native murmured softly, his tanned fingers dropping to gently caress along the boys cheek.

Breccan couldn't help but lean in then, capturing Denahi's lips in a firm kiss. He knew how it looked right now. Like he was just hurting and acting without thinking. But really, Roci had always been the only thing stopping him from truly falling for Denahi. So if he was done with his feelings for his Rosie, there should be nothing stopping him anymore.
"Denahi..." He murmured, resting his forehead against the other man's as he spoke. "I'm ready to do more than kiss you." He informed, aware that he probably sounded like some stupid whiny teenaged girl in some romance movie he and Roci would have made fun of together. But he couldn't bring himself to care. "I want you to be my first tonight and don't think I'm just saying that because I'm upset because I am upset but I'm serious about this, crocodile. He was what was holding me back, I told you that. And he's out of the picture now. I want to be with you."

"You're going to be with crocodile now? Completely?"  Denahi hadn't been shocked by the kiss.  It was to be expected with the way Rocinante had hurt the boy. But going further than that, now?  The native couldn't help but be cautious. "If that's the case then ocean eyes doesn't have to rush himself, eh?"  He knew how important it had been to Breccan that they waited. He never wanted to risk Breccan waking up beside him next morning and feeling regret. The boy deserved so much more than that.  "Crocodile isn't in a hurry.  He promised to wait.  My ocean eyes are storming and Crocodile only wishes to soothe you."

"Crocodile, the only reason I was waiting is because I was being stupid. I thought I still had a chance with Roci. But I don't. I've been wanting this with you, Denahi." Breccan murmured, his arms winding around the man's shoulders. "I don't want to wait anymore. I want this with you."

That was all it took to convince the Native.  He had been wanting to go further with Breccan ever since he'd lain eyed on the boy.  It was impossible to help.  Breccan was simply too alluring for him to control himself.  He wanted to touch.
And so he would, now that the boy was finally giving him the permission he had needed.
The werewolf leaned down to capture Breccan's lips, ravishing them passionately as his hands gathered the boy against him. He was pushing the fighters shirt up, his fingertips warm and wanting as they roamed down the length of Breccan's body. The boys shirt didn't last a chance against him.  It was gone before it could be missed, giving Denahi his first full view of Breccan well toned chest.
The werewolf could only let out a lustful croon at the sight of the boy.