The Darkness We Share (Revna x Jaythous)

[Revna]

Megan's hands trembled slightly as she took the cup Peter offered her, her cheeks burning a shade darker when his eyes lingered. She swallowed hard, pretending to focus on the water as she glanced at Celeste—or rather, the bare skin she was trying hard not to stare at. Celeste, on the other hand, met Peter's flirty remark with a slow, amused smirk. She sipped her water, tilting her head toward him as she murmured, "Glad I could satisfy your sweet tooth." Her voice was smooth, teasing, but her eyes carried a sharpness beneath the playfulness. She was still watching—always watching. Megan ducked her head, hiding her face behind a curtain of hair as she focused on the food, but the way she nibbled at her bottom lip gave away her embarrassment.

Peter's next question made both women pause.

"Favorite food?" Celeste rolled her shoulders as she tore into a piece of bread. "Seafood. Shrimp, lobster, crab—anything that comes from the ocean, really."

Megan perked up at that, momentarily distracted. "Oh, I love birria. Tacos, ramen, quesadillas—if it's birria, I want it." She grinned, a bit of her usual warmth slipping through. "And mango juice. Can't live without it."

Celeste hummed in agreement, wiping a crumb from her lip. "Same. Mango juice is heaven."

Peter, true to his usual energy, answered enthusiastically, grinning as he declared, "Burger and a chocolate milkshake!" before launching into a reference about Tony Stark. Megan giggled softly, though Celeste only raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but vaguely amused.

Damian shifted from his spot by the bedroom, still not moving toward the food. He wasn't sulking exactly, but there was a tightness to his posture, a stubbornness that Celeste saw right through. His stomach grumbled again—loudly—but he didn't budge. Peter glanced between them, then subtly asked, "Should we attempt it?" He covered his mouth with food as he whispered the real question beneath it.

Both women turned their heads toward Damian, assessing. Celeste didn't hesitate. She shook her head, her voice firm but quiet. "No. Let him starve for 24 hours. The Voice hasn't lied about punishments yet, and I'm not about to waste food and water this early because he's too proud to give me a damn massage."

Megan looked uncomfortable, nibbling her bottom lip again. She hesitated, then admitted softly, "I don't know… I mean, what if—"

Celeste gave her a sharp look. "Don't be soft about this. If we give in now, it'll just get worse later."

Damian exhaled harshly, jaw flexing as he shot Celeste an annoyed glare. He didn't argue, though. Just took it in—stewed in it—then turned on his heel and threw himself onto the bed, lying down with a visible scowl. A tense silence settled until Peter spoke again.

"So… any escape ideas?"

That made both women freeze. Megan stiffened, gaze darting toward the locked door before lowering to her lap. Celeste's lips parted slightly, then she and Megan exchanged a look, their shoulders instinctively curling inward as their voices dropped to almost nothing. No. They shook their heads, almost in unison.

Celeste inched closer to Peter, her body angled toward him as she leaned in, voice barely more than a breath. "You got thoughts?"

 

[Jaythous]

Peter enjoyed listening to their favorite foods. He really didn't have a good reason to ask, just that it was the first thing in his head to break the ice and get them talking while he whispered. When he whispered his question about taking food to Damian, he nodded in agreement with Celeste's take on it. Damian had made his choice. It wasn't fair to risk anyone else's livelihood to follow an a-hole.

There was really only one question left worth talking about out loud and that was finding an escape route. Yes he was better to keep their true plans secret if they found a way, but the Voice surely expected them to do so and being out loud with it would distract the Voice from true plans later as well as get Megan and Celeste thinking about it more.

After the girls said they hadn't Peter loved how Celeste leaned into him as she whispered, "You got thoughts?" Even though she had just made him cum so much, he still couldn't look at her pretty face and sexy, shiny oiled naked body without desire and slight arousal. She was so pleasing to the eye! Peter was more interested in her pretty eyes as she leaned into him. He leaned into her and responded with a slow nod and a whisper, "I haven't found a way out yet, but I have some ideas…"

Peter then gave a quick look down her body as she watched his eyes before quickly looking back to her face and whispered, "Of course… The company is worth sticking around for." With a slow, sly smile he continues, "Just let me know when you need another massage… I'll gladly give it freely for you."

 

[Revna]

Celeste's lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk as Peter whispered to her, his voice thick with suggestion. She didn't miss the way his eyes flicked down her body—the way he barely held himself back. Her own gaze darkened, lashes lowering slightly as she let her fingers drift across the cart's surface in a slow, absentminded motion. "Oh?" she murmured, voice low, sultry. "That so?"

The corner of her mouth lifted just slightly as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Mmm… I'll keep that in mind," she whispered, the teasing lilt in her tone unmistakable.

Her gaze flicked down as well, skimming his jaw, his throat—lower. Peter wasn't the only one looking. From where Megan sat, she tried—tried—not to stare. But her body was still warm, still restless, still coiled tight with unspent energy from earlier. Her fingers fidgeted in her lap, thighs pressing together as she watched—as Celeste's smirk deepened, as Peter's body seemed to unconsciously lean toward hers.

Megan bit her lip, hard. Her eyes flickered downward—just for a second—tracing the way their bodies inched closer, the heat in their expressions. Her stomach twisted, a slow throb of frustration pulsing low, unrelieved. She knew she shouldn't be watching, knew it only made things worse. But her lip remained caught between her teeth as her gaze lingered.

 

[Jaythous]

When Celeste moved in closer and commented on keeping his offer in mind in such a sultry way he smiled wider before smirking, "well make sure you act on what's in your mind and don't keep it to yourself up there…" He was having fun and smiled mischievously, "Sharing is caring you know…"

Peter couldn't help it, he wanted this so much! Putting his hand out slowly he let the warm pads of his left hand fingers slide up along Celeste's mid-thigh and then down into her inner thigh as he leaned in more whispering, "I love when you enjoy looking at my body…" as he took a full breath and let her look all she wanted along with Megan. He knew he was good looking, had been told such by some very attractive woman, but it was always a turn-on to be pleasing to a woman he found beautiful!

Finally noticing Megan and her staring, Peter smiled to her. She was pretty in her own right, but he wasn't trying to make her uneasy. As he looked into Meegan's eyes he said, "I don't know if I should apologize for being ummmm… undiscreet, or tell you that your welcome for the show." He then easily gave a soft chuckle. "Please don't be embarrassed, I'm not… I enjoyed it." He finished before turning his eyes back to Celeste with another, more desiring smile to her.

He patiently waited to hear both of their reactions to his comments. After the conversation had gotten back to where he could push it along more sexy lines he thought maybe it would be good to cool things off a little. Peter looked around the room again, "How are we going to keep ourselves busy? Did anyone see any board games, or a TV, or books?"

 

[Revna]

Megan swallowed and gave a small, shy nod, though the blush warming her cheeks deepened. She had been staring—there was no denying it. She let herself look a little longer this time, letting curiosity and lingering arousal win out over embarrassment. Celeste, on the other hand, had no shame in her gaze. She smirked, her eyes still dark and heavy-lidded as Peter's fingers traced along her inner thigh, sending a pleasant shiver up her spine. Bold, she thought, amused at how easily he leaned into their chemistry.

"Oh, I always share," she murmured back, letting her fingers ghost along his forearm for just a second before pulling away. "You'll know when I want something."

But before she could tease him further, Peter's next question gave her the perfect excuse to reel things in just a little. She hummed, leaning back slightly as she let her eyes scan the room. "Hmm, keeping busy? Guess we should see what our captor so generously left us."

Megan, thankful for the slight distraction, quickly stood up and started looking around, checking drawers and cabinets along the walls. Celeste ran her fingers along the edges of the food cart before stepping toward the wall, checking for any hidden compartments. It was Megan who found it first.

"Hey! There's a remote here." She pulled it out from a sleek, barely noticeable indentation in the wall, holding it up in victory before clicking the large power button. A soft whirr filled the room. From the ceiling, a sleek black TV panel slowly descended, setting itself in place with an eerie smoothness. As the tv finished coming out, the opening credits of Snakes on a Plane the movie began to play.

Celeste let out a dry chuckle, crossing her arms. "Oh, that's just perfect." She tilted her head, reading the title on the screen. "Guess our captor has a sense of humor."

Megan, still holding the remote, hesitated for just a second before shrugging and moving toward the seating area. "Well… might as well watch," she said, settling into the couch. "Maybe we'll get some ideas."

Celeste smirked, striding over and sinking down next to her, stretching her legs out in front of her. "Doubt they'd be dumb enough to give us anything useful, but hey, could be entertaining."

With both women seated, Peter was left standing, glancing between them. The couch was wide enough for three, but now he had a choice—sit between them or next to one of them. Celeste arched an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. "You joining us, or you planning to make your own escape plan over there?"

 

[Jaythous]

Peter thoroughly enjoyed touching and caressing Celeste's soft skin on her inner thigs. He loved that she let him and seemed to also enjoy his touch there. Even so soon after cumming he still had a strong desire for her, even if he kept it suppressed and hidden as much as possible. He loved playing these teasing games and hidden arousing touches. He smiled to her as she whispered confidently, "You'll know when I want something" to which his eye brows shot up just a little and his smile turned to a questioning, teasing, smirk. He wanted her mischievous side.

When Megan found the remote he looked surprised. "Oh WOW! Great!" while watching the TV descend. He looked back over to Celeste as she folded her arms, unknowingly pushing her lovely breasts up a bit and turning Peter on even more as she said, "Oh, that's just perfect, guess out captor has a sense of humor." Peter laughed with Celeste and said, "I sure hope he or she does. I can at least work with a sense of humor and their humanity…"

After they moved to the coach Peter tore his eyes from celeste enough to look around the room for other possible hidden compartments around the room. Once the girls were seated he took a half a moment to consider how best to join them and seeing the most daylight between them he choose to sit between them. In response to Celeste's questioning about making his escape plans he laughed and nodded, "I am, but I'm taking your girls with me… if you want to go?" He straddled over Celeste's outstretched legs and plopped down between the two of them, his right hand which was the closest to Celeste easily lay on her mid-thigh while he kept his left hand to himself. His shoulders pressed both Celeste's and Megan's shoulders. The couch was a bit older and both Megan and Celeste found themselves slightly tilted towards Peter from the comfortable, but older cushions.

"You know… I've never seen this movie. I've heard of it… you know… something about snakes… on a plane and all." He chuckled. As the movie began and they got comfortable, The outside of Peter's legs pressed against Celeste's leg on one side, and Megan's on the other. "keeping the moment light Peter asked, "Do you think Samual L. Jackson got the money he deserved for doing this, or was it a favor for someone?"

 

[Revna]

Celeste hummed in amusement at Peter's question, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on her own thigh near where his hand rested. "Honestly? I think he just liked the ridiculousness of it. Some people do things just for the fun of it." She smirked slightly, glancing toward Peter. "Not everything has to be some grand plan, you know."

Megan shifted slightly beside them, nodding as she watched the screen. "I mean, you're probably right. It is an absurd movie." She let out a small laugh before flicking a glance toward Celeste and Peter, her eyes briefly dropping lower before she quickly focused back on the screen.

Celeste caught the flicker of Megan's attention and smirked before leaning into the couch more, making herself comfortable. "Speaking of ridiculous," she mused, tilting her head toward the screen, "how long do you think we'd last in one of these situations?"

Megan let out a soft snort. "With our luck? We'd be the only ones making it to the end."

Celeste chuckled, stretching her legs out a little as she got settled. "I feel like I'd do pretty damn well in an action movie scenario." She cast a glance toward Peter, raising an eyebrow. "What about you? Think you'd survive, or would you be the one making a dramatic last stand?"

Megan leaned into the couch, clearly interested in the discussion now. "Oh yeah, good question. What's your survival strategy?"

 

[Jaythous]

Peter listened to the women banter back and froth with a small smile on his handsome face. His eyes watched the TV screen, but his mind was on the presence and conversation of the two women on either side of him. They felt quite nice pressing in against him. His right hand still laying on Celeste's mid-thigh.

When Celeste asked him "Think you'd survive, or would you be the one making a dramatic last stand?", and Megan seconded the question, Peter responded, "I don't know, every situation is different but… hum…. Snakes on a plane…. I think I'd go with barricading myself as much as I can and then hack and slash… you can't really reason with a snake." He chuckles and then thought of something else, "well… If the snakes aren't poisonous or aren't constrictors, I probably wouldn't do anything. Most snakes aren't a threat… hum… but that doesn't sound like an entertaining movie, so yeah, I bet they are all poisonous in this situation, right?" He looked to Celeste and then Megan as he laughed.

He then took a look around the room and let out a sigh. "I guess we'll find out what my and all of our survival strategies will be." As the movie started Peter turned and whispered first into Celeste's ear and then into Megan's, "We need more materials to get out of here… maybe we can ask the voice for some… think of reasons to get materials we need that wouldn't tip the voice off you know?" Then after whispering to Megan, he whispered back to Celeste, "I'm glad we are comfortable around each other… and… I very much enjoyed massaging you… Any time you want more…" He smirked and pretended to go back to watching the movie only to give her a sidelong look with a smirk when she looked at him.

Peter found himself enjoying the movie, but more so the company pressed against him and the whispered conversation he was having with Celeste. Just as they were letting the movie get their mind off their immediate situation, a part of the movie were it got dark, the voice decided to play a trick on them and shut off the lights in the room. "SHIT!" Peter exclaimed as his body tensed and he tried to look around. It wasn't totally dark, the TV was still on with the movie running and all electronics continued to run, it was only the main lights in the room went out. Without any word from the voice the lights came back on soon after. "Peter took a deep breath, looking around the now lite room and said, "That fucker..." and more loudly, "Not funny!" to the voice.