Ladybird

Gloom's place is… well… gloomy. As we walk through the dark halls of the apartment building he opens the door to his home.

It's masculine and sleek, in a high end way, which impresses me as I walk around the space, inspecting all the little details.

"So, that was some fucking display," Gloom says, looking smug.

I smirk as I open his top drawer, surprised at the amount of organization he has in such a small apartment.

"No one fucks with the people I care about."

Cupiō leans against the door of Gloom's apartment, looking around like he's deep in thought.

"Move to Cupidale with us," Cupiō blurts out, and both Gloom and I swivel our heads to look at him.

"Seriously?" Gloom asks.

"We're all old as fuck. We've been around long enough to know when the real deal is in front of us. You don't run away from it. Pack your shit, come live in my—our—big house in Cupidale. You're already able to switch from realm to realm, and can do your job. I don't give a fuck what Harmony said or what anyone else thinks about this relationship. I just know I can't risk losing either of you."

Gloom smiles, looking at the man who is eagerly choosing us.

"Well, are you going to help me pack?" Gloom asks.

I didn't plan on my day being filled with manual labor of any sort. But I like rifling through Gloom's things, so at least I'm getting something out of it.

Many black trash bags later, and a few trips between our realms, we're standing outside of Cupiō's house. Looking at the pink marble pillars and the double doors that are wide open.

"Why are we outside?" I ask, looking at how Gloom's stuff looks like garbage piled out front.

"I've got to carry you both over the threshold," Cupiō announces, and before I can even say anything, he's tossing me over one shoulder and Gloom over the other.

I bounce with each step, laughing as I hold my glasses, making sure they don't fall off my face. Gloom's smile is just as wide as mine as he grabs my hand.

"I love you, Birdie," he says.

"I love you too, Gloom."

Cupiō carries us through the foyer and we both slide down his body before we're safely on our feet. He grabs both of our chins, kissing Gloom and then me.

"I love you both so much," he says, before engulfing us in a ridiculous hug.

"Can we pay someone to move my shit?" I ask, nestled against his chest, making him laugh.

"It's already done," Cupiō, says and I sigh in relief.

"I love you too."

"Me too. Fuck, I'm lucky," Gloom says as there's a knock on the doorframe, and I groan in frustration.

My annoyance only rises when I see that it's Eros standing there looking like a petulant child.

"Dad, can we talk?" Eros asks.

Cupiō takes a deep breath. "Come on in," he tells his son as we all head to the kitchen.

Eros' eyes are bloodshot as he sits at the table and rests his head in his hands. "I'm so fucking sorry, Dad. I should never have asked you what I did. They've already forgotten about me, anyway. I just. I don't know why I am the way I am. I want to do better, be a better cupid, a better son, fuck, a better person."

I want to roll my eyes, but I can already see Cupiō's heart bleeding through his shirt. No matter what fucked-up thing Eros does, at the end of the day, he's still Cupiō's son.

"I fear I raised you with a silver spoon in your mouth, Son. You wanted for nothing. I loved you and wanted the best for you, so I just let you climb the ladder, even when you didn't deserve it. You've been spoiled, selfish, and at times cruel. You've hurt fellow cupids, you've hurt me. If you really want to make things right, you're going to have to make a lot of changes," Cupiō says, and I'm thankful he isn't letting him off the hook.

I glance over at Gloom, who looks like he'd rather be just about anywhere than in this kitchen listening to this conversation.

"I have eighteen years of accrued vacation time," Cupiō says.

"What?" I reply in shock and Cupiō shrugs.

"There was no reason for me to take the time for myself, but now I have a reason to," he says, glancing over at me and Gloom. "So I'm going to pick an interim Head Cupid. I could use the break and maybe Cupidale needs a fresh perspective."

"You're going to make me Head Cupid?" Eros says.

"Oh, Hell no. I'm going to ask Love if she wants the job. And if you truly want to find your place in Cupidale and make amends, you'll take the position as her assistant. I'm going to still need Ladybird to manage my time, and I fear she may kill Love if she works for her," Cupiō says and I smile. "Plus, I think I'd like to get back out there and make some love matches again. I missed it."

"That's fair. Whatever chance you give me, I'll take it."

"Love will be your boss. You'll be a public servant of Cupidale. There won't be any awards or accolades. This is you finding your place as a cupid and a valuable citizen. If you can't prove yourself, then I'm afraid I'll have to revoke your realm permissions in Cupidale. As much as I love you, this is your last chance, Eros."

Okay, him being an assertive father is actually doing it for me.

"I understand. And I just wanted to say that I'm happy for you. I read the article. Harmony was always the worst." Eros looks around and part of me doesn't hate him as much. I still don't trust the little shit, but I'm rooting for him, at least for Cupiō's sake. "I'm glad you found the love you were always looking for," Eros says, standing up and heading out. "I promise I won't let you down," is the last thing he says before leaving the house.

"Do you think he can do it?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

"If anyone can whip him into shape, I think it will be Love. All we can do is hope. Now, let's get you two moved in."

"Love, we're going on vacation. Cupiō trusts you, I trust you. And if anyone gives you any issues while we're gone, just have Death glare at them. So far it seems to be working great with keeping Eros in line," Gloom says.

"You're right. Totally right. I'm interim Head Cupid. I'm a bad bitch. I mean, I already have an ice cream social and a jump rope contest planned. It will be great."

"It will be great. So, you're not going to call us?"

"Not unless someone is dying, and we're all technically already dead, so that shouldn't be the case. So unless there is a mega disaster, leave you and your cupids to fuck in peace," Love says and I can't help but let out a little laugh.

Perhaps I judged the bubbly cupid too harshly. Without her, I certainly wouldn't be getting this alone time with my men, much needed alone time. Between us moving in, and Cupiō giving the lowdown on the realm, it seems like we've had next to no time together.

"You're doing a great job. Thank you for giving us this," Cupiō interjects and Love straightens her shoulders and nods her head.

"I won't let you down. But, sir?" Love asks.

"Yes?"

Love lets out a slow breath. "As much as I want this job and to make Cupidale the best place it can be. I love Death more, and unfortunately he just isn't built to live in Cupidale full time. Purgatory is his safe place, and I can't take that away from him."

"Remember what I said?"

Love nods. "Being Head Cupid is just a job, and that I shouldn't change anything else about my life except where I report to work. I can still live in Purgatory, and Death is granted access in and out of the realm to help with balance."

"That's right. Now, are we good to go?"

"Yes. I won't let you down."

"And you won't call," Gloom adds, and I love him even more for it.

Cupiō grabs both of our wrists, and we're suddenly popped into a different realm. It's beautiful, almost like we're in the clouds. But there's a small cottage and a waterfall that looks almost opalescent.

Gloom whistles next to me. "Damn, cupid daddy, you have a hookup with the angels?"

Cupiō laughs and wraps an arm around both of us. "Oh, I have the hook up all right. We're in The Good Place for the next three days, and I don't plan on wasting a second. Now, I think our little Birdie deserves a reward for making all this happen," Cupiō says.

"I'm fully on board with this plan," I say, walking backwards to the cottage. "What does a girl get for a grand gesture and basically being the reason we're all here, anyway?" I ask.

"Whatever she wants me to do?" Gloom says it as a question, even though it's the perfect response.

"You know, I think I might be open to a little spoiling," I say and Cupiō grins.

"That is something I can get behind."

"Literally," I reply.

"What?" Cupiō says.

"Gloom had both of us, and now I want both of you," I say, and both men get a little closer to me.

"Then we should get inside and show our girl how much we appreciate her," Cupiō says, and I find that letting him lead isn't so bad. It's nice to loosen the reins now and then.

The cabin is quaint: a massive bed, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. It's airy and light, and reminds me of Cupidale, minus the pink, along with the hustle and bustle of the city.

Cupiō snaps his fingers, undressing us all in an instant. The level of his magic never ceases to amaze me.

"You could have been doing that this whole time?" Gloom asks, stroking his cock, the pierced tip glinting from the sun shining in the window.

"It felt appropriate at this moment," Cupiō says, walking over to the bed and sitting down, spreading his large, muscular thighs. "How about you ride my cock while our sweet boy makes sure we're both wet and ready?" he suggests.

I walk over to Gloom, my nails grazing his hair. Gods, I love touching his soft, short hair.

"Would you like that, pet?"

"You know I would," he replies.

Gloom stands while I approach a hard and waiting Cupiō, who directs me to straddle him backward, so Gloom has an unobstructed view of both of us.

My back is pressed against Cupiō's chest as I lean forward, fisting his cock and slowly sinking down on his shaft.

The stretch is indecent and wholly welcome as I take him deep inside of me. Cupiō's fingers wrap around my hips, toying with my clit as he kisses my neck.

When I glance up, Gloom is just watching where we're connected, and I lick my lips.

"Are you going to crawl over here to get a taste?" I ask him. The reaper in question bites his knuckles before falling to the ground and crawling on the floor until he's perched up on his knees in front of us.

He doesn't even hesitate. His hands spread me even wider as his tongue lavishes my clit before dragging down and sliding around Cupiō's cock and my entrance.

He makes both of us moan as he licks and kisses each of us. I shift upward, causing Cupiō's cock to spring free.

"Get your sweet daddy's cock nice and wet for me," I direct him, and he groans, before fisting the base of Cupiō's cock and swallowing down his length.

Cupiō's thighs tense beneath me, and his grip on my hips tightens as our reaper sucks him down, never breaking eye contact with me.

"Fuck," Cupiō hisses behind me, and Gloom hollows out his cheeks, taking as much of Cupiō as he can.

Gloom pops off of Cupiō, using his hand to stroke him before shifting to suck on my clit. I writhe in Cupiō's lap, and I can tell our reaper is getting pleasure out of following directions and making us both mindless with pleasure.

Cupiō snaps his fingers, causing a bottle of lube to appear.

"Spin around for me, sweetheart," he says; my heart flutters with the name and I do as I'm told.

I turn around in his lap, sliding back down on his length as he falls against the mattress, taking me with him.

Gloom doesn't need direction as he kisses his way up my thigh, dragging his teeth along my ass cheek before taking a sweet little nip.

"Gods, this ass," he says admiringly.

Cupiō spreads his legs wider, making more room for Gloom before palming my backside and spreading me wide. The large cupid bucks into me from below, making me moan.

Warm lube drips against my skin as both men hold me wide.

Gloom pushes inside of me, and I nearly shout with the adjustment.

"Good?" Gloom asks in confirmation, holding still. "Cause from my end, I don't think I'm going to last long. Holy fuck. I can feel him and you're so fucking tight. Fuck."

His praise has me needing more as I lean forward against Cupiō just a little more. It adds more friction against my clit as I shift back and forth as my lovers fill me in a way I never could have imagined.

"Good, more than good," I breathe out.

Cupiō pushes my hair out of my face and Gloom plants himself closer against my back, the man beneath me clearly touching him as well.

"We're going to fill you up, sweet girl."

I moan, wondering how I became a basic ass cupid who loves pet names, but I don't care as they fuck me in tandem.

The stretch, friction, and all-consuming feeling of being surrounded by them is too much.

Gloom picks up speed, his hips slapping against my skin with each thrust.

"Please," he hisses out.

His begging always breaks me as he and Cupiō push into me at the same time. My orgasm crashes into me like a hurricane as I go limp against Cupiō's chest. Both of the men are touching me and speaking, but I feel like my hearing has gone out, and I don't care which hand is where.

I'm trembling and I swear my vision is slightly blurry. My release hit me so hard, I didn't even consider the two men finishing. But when I'm smacked back into reality and Gloom is sliding out of me, it's clear they both had a similar experience.

I'm sticky, wet, covered in cum as I flop onto the bed.

Contentment, pleasure, and awe fill me as each of the guys lie next to me, breathing heavily and coming down from a similar high.

"Well, that was?—"

"Amazing," I answer for Gloom.

He shifts on to his side and places an arm across my body to grab Cupiō's wrist.

"Can it really be like this forever?" Gloom asks, I've found myself asking the same question. Can life truly be this perfect?

"It's forever. You're both mine. As long as there's love and death, there's an us," Cupiō says confidently.

Gloom collapses back on to the bed and we lie in silence, not needing words or affirmations. We know that this is it.

It may have taken time, and understanding, but in the end, it's us against the world, and it's more than I could have ever dreamed of.