Chapter 2 Versace on the Floor

Gear stood outside the door of his father's study, listening to the furious typing that could be heard even through the door. The only times his father, Bastian, was like this was when either work piled up or whenever a certain someone came to mind.
Gear knew tonight was going to be a tense one knowing that certain someone was coming over.
The court mandated visits seemed a bit silly at this point with Gear being a grown Worgen but Bastian insisted it was a part of the family bonding they were missing out on. Gear just wanted to call Vybur to pick him up.

"Gear. My son. I know you're out there. Come in."

Gear rolled his eyes, begrudgingly opening the door to see his gray haired father perched at his computer, trying not to look nervous. It showed with the lines of his forehead.

"Dad. I don't know why you're worried. You're the one who invited Sonnie over for dinner."

Bastian sighed to himself, turning back to his computer where his work waited for him. It was all building up but to Bastian, family meant more than some paperwork.

"Gear, you know you should refer to Sonnie as Mother or Mom. I still remember that night, you know?"

Gear visibly cringed, baring his sharp fangs while trying not to dry heave over the thought. Bastian loved to tell the tale of Gear's creation but tonight was not the night. Especially when the sharp knocks on the door rang through the home. More like someone slamming their fists as hard as they could without injuring themselves.

"Sonnie's here!"

Bastian jumped to his feet, smoothing out his grayed hair before adjusting his tabard. Gear knew how much his dad was looking forward to this. As they both left the office to head downstairs, there was a strange wave that hit them. It made them shiver, a feeling that was somewhat familiar from late raid nights only with something else mixed in.
Something that lit a spark inside Bastian.

"Gear. You may want to call someone to pick you up. I'll pay for you two to have dinner or something. Daddy needs his alone time with a certain someone."

Gear would've groaned at such a sentence but that strange feeling was welling up inside himself as well and knew he had to leave as soon as possible.
Unknown to the two, on the other side of the front door was a very angry monk who was ready to leave. A monk that was feeling a huge cocktail of emotion filled with anger, annoyance, exasperation and an unwanted feeling of lust.
Tapping his foot, Sonnie was ready to kick the door open until it was swung open with a grinning Bastian and a crossed armed, slouching Gear who looked as happy as Sonnie.

"Look who's here!"

Sonnie had to stop himself from reeling back and socking Bastian straight in that usual despair filled visage. He hated how angry it made him to even look at Bastian but it was either put up with these family get-togethers or pay a fee for child support. Whoever skimmed over the fact that Gear was clearly an adult needed to have a meeting with his fists.

"Sonnie."
"Bastian."

A moment was shared between the two humans as Gear's ears flattened in fear. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife with Bastian's easy going smile paired with the brow of someone worried against the deep glare almost hidden by the brim of Sonnie's oversized hat.
Gear wanted to get this night over with ASAP, knowing he was going to give a call to anyone as soon as he could reach a phone only for his prayers to be answered with a loud honk! It made all three jump in surprise, turning to look in the driveway where a Draenei sat in his car, waving happily.

"Vybur..." Sonnie groaned, easing the tension to Gear's absolute joy as Bastian chuckled at the sight of the death knight.

"Bye Sonnie. Bye Dad. Don't kill each other while I'm gone!"

Gear booked it to Vybur's car, going on all fours almost desperately which made Bastian laugh.

"Has your tenacity, doesn't he?"

Sonnie rolled his eyes, pushing Bastian aside to hang up his monk hat on the coat rack.

"So why the hell am I even here if Gear is leaving?"

Bastian closed the front door, humming to himself as he locked it before turning on his heel to head to the dining room as if he didn't hear the question.
It only agitated Sonnie further, clenching his fists at his sides before stomping after Bastian.

"The fuck?"

When he entered, the dining room was dimly lit with the only source of light a fireplace near the small table in the middle of the room. Two wine glasses yet to be filled waited and something caught Sonnie's eye.

"Straight from Hokkaido, my man."
"Dude..."

Sonnie's breathless voice made Bastian smirk, smoothing out his hair back before pulling out a chair for the monk.

"Only the best."

Sonnie wanted to snatch some ice from the bucket that held the bottle to chew on. The only thing that could hold him back from throwing himself across the table and ravish Bastian before he took his seat.
This wasn't like him at all. The rage, sure, but the deep sexual desire radiating from every pore was so sudden before the front was opened. That wretched smile almost hidden under a beard, that damned tabard he always wore, it drove Sonnie rabid like some sort of animal.
Sonnie was so lost in his lust that he hadn't noticed Bastian was trying to strike up the conversation. Instead of trying to play it cool, Sonnie snatched the bottle from the Highlord's hand as he was about to pour a glass for Sonnie to take a big, long swig and slam it down on the table.

"Sorry I wasn't listening cause your voice makes my ears bleed if I focus too hard on it. What were you saying?"

Bastian didn't seem phased by Sonnie's brash words, leaning on his fist to stare dreamily at Sonnie.

"I was just saying how it's been too long since we've seen each other. How are things?"

The crackling of the fireplace caught Bastian in a light that made Sonnie tongue tied. This was some sort of joke. There must be hidden cameras or something. The drink must have been laced with something to even make him think the Paladin looked even remotely...alluring. That word almost made the monk gag, trying to avoid Bastian's gaze that wouldn't stop staring.

"Thing are...going. Like me."

Sonnie took another drink, shrugging off the thoughts of it being spiked before slamming it down and getting to his feet.

"Sonnie, wait. Don't you remember our nights of passion together?"
"Night. The worst night of my life."

Sonnie's body temperature was raising when Bastian reached out to grab his wrist. This wasn't normal. Something was wrong and it wasn't just him and Bastian. Gear had the same look on his face when Vybur pulled up as Bastian looked right now.
It only happened a few moments before Sonnie arrived and something smelled fishy
Bastian suddenly pulled Sonnie against his chest, holding him tight enough to make the monk gasp! Their bodies molding against each others only made the strange feeling inside Sonnie stir from an ember to a flickering flame, much like the one reflecting in Bastian's tired eyes.
Signs of stress were visible on his face, leaving Sonnie feeling almost remorseful of his harsh words. Almost.

"The...the fuck?"
"Sonnie. I need you. Gear needs you. Come back to us. Let's be a family again."

The fire in Bastian's eyes shone brighter, leaving Sonnie wanting to pull away from this embrace. Something else shone in the Paladin's eyes that made Sonnie feel vulnerable. Something he refused to feel any longer.

"Fucker..."

Instead, he gave into the feeling. Whatever it was.
Bastian smirked once more, knowing he won this duel against Sonnie and his heart and led him to their once shared bedroom.
Unbeknownst to the two reunited lovers, even more guests were to arrive just as unexpected as the draenei death knight who swept their son away.

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Bastian clicked the radio opened before he turned to face Sonnie and push him onto the plush bed before shrugging off his spaulders. A voice came from the speakers, making Bastian pull his hair from it's ponytail and give his head a shake to free the gray locks.

"This one goes out from a Highlord to his baby mama. The only note on here is... It is Wednesday, my dudes.... 'Versace on the Floor.' Take it away, Bruno."

The intro to a popular tune played but Bastian already had Sonnie held down by his wrists.

"You bastard."
"Shush."

A kiss was shared between them, Bastian trying to be passionate but when teeth came for the tongue he knew this wasn't going to be some sweet love making.
This was the kind of sex that left you bruised and sore in the morning. The king that you remember years down the road.
Bastian would call this night Gear 2.0 or if a little something happens. A little miracle if you will.

Clothes were torn off their bodies as the air stirred. The air pulsed with that energy from before, causing Bastian to pull Sonnie's naked body against his lower body. Seeing the monk spread out on his back almost knocked the breath from the paladin's body. When he tried to lean in for another kiss, Sonnie pressed his hand against the puckered lips descending on him.

"This don't mean jack.
"Oh but you're wrong."

An unfamiliar voice came from the doorway.
There stood Thanos, Kal at his side with a night in the grasp of the Infinity Gauntlet. Sonnie tried to pull away but Bastian kept a tight hold on him.

"Didn't know you invited an audience," Bastian joked, stroking Sonnie's thigh.
"My gauntlet brought us here. To you two. Well three now. The one by the name of Sty has seemed to be a peeping tom. A cuck I believe they are called. Your powers combined will power my Love Stone and give you the strength to defeat those who have caused you plight."

At the mention of power, Sonnie perked up onto his elbows.

"You mean if we do this, we can beat Vectis?"

Thanos nodded even as Sty struggled in his grasp. Kal didn't even seem to realize where he was or even who was in front of him. His helm was turned upwards to his beloved.

"Fuck it. We can probably get Fetid down if we go hard. Hit me."

Bastian didn't have to asked twice, diving forward as Thanos sat Sty down in a chair where he could see all the action.

"Sty. Let your true self come through. Be the cuck you were born to be. Enjoy. But do not engage or move from this spot," Thanos instructed as Bastian prepped Sonnie like a meal waiting to be served.

Sty didn't seem to have a joke or retort for once, basking in the sight of Bastian mounting Sonnie like the Highlord's Golden Charger.
Thanos took a seat, pulling Kal onto his lap to watch the show of strength and will to help both him and the guild with progression. How the monk and paladin switched positions, Bastian pile driving Sonnie into the mattress before Sonnie wrestled the paladin onto his back to take some form of dominance.
Thanos looked down at this gauntlet, watching it shine brighter as a symphony of moans filled the air.
As the passion rose with all three nearing completion, the Love Stone shone brighter and brighter!

"Bastian!"
"Sonnie!"
"I'm still here too!"

With all three finally orgasming in surprising synchronization, Thanos felt a surge of power course through him once more. Kal could see the Power growing, filling the air with a smell that overpowered the stench of sweat.

The smell of Power and Love.

"Not enough. Almost. But we need more Power. Kal. You see who else have been afflicted by this power. Sonnie and Bastian. Check on your son. He may be a link to this. Sty..."

Thanos pulled his gaze away from his gauntlet that Kal had been stroking to see the night elf hunter passed out on the floor face down in his own mess.

"Your job here is done. We must continue on. You have some who call themselves demon hunters, yes? Call upon them. We will need their raw, demonic powers. Their skin interests me."

Sonnie was still laid on the bed, glaring at the ceiling while Bastian cuddled up against his side.

"Fuck it. As long as we get Vectis down."