Epilogue

The bedframe creaked loudly, pounding against the wall to mix with the sounds of Madden’s cock pounding Berga’s hole.

The Butcher clawed at the bed sheets and howled when Madden lifted his left leg and settled it on the mattress so he could fuck him from a different angle. They were in the Mad King’s childhood bedroom, currently making a mess of things, as per usual.

“You should really keep it down,” Madden suggested gloatingly. “Do you want your parents to know you’re being railed by me right now?”

Berga growled and clutched the comforter with tiny blue stars decorated over it tighter. “You’re doing it on purpose!”

“Guilty,” he laughed and spanked him, knowing that always made him more vocal. “I actually do want your parents to know I’m railing their son,” he admitted. “My parents, too, for the record. But especially yours.”

“What ever for?” Berga almost didn’t care, but he played along since that’s what Madden wanted. If it meant he’d get to come? He’d listen to anything the other man wanted to say.

He’d probably do that anyway, but still.

This was the first time their families were getting together, and the Odells had insisted on it taking place at their home. Berga’s parents, who typically wouldn’t have given two shits about his life, had only agreed to come at all when they’d heard they’d get to visit the Odell mansion, so maybe choosing this as the venue wasn’t all bad.

At least, Berga had thought that, before Madden had invited him up to his old room, pretending to want to give him a book he thought he might like.

He was giving him something, all right, but it wasn’t literature.

“So they’ll know what a good thing they had,” Madden replied, snapping his hips. “So when I tell them later that I’m keeping their son and stripping him of their pathetic last name, they’ll know what shitty parents they’ve been all this time.”

“Wait.” Berga scrambled to right himself, but Madden shoved him back down. “You’re what ?!”

“Berga Odell,” he tested it out. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Madden.” They had not discussed this. “You can’t just—”

“Of course I can. I’m a Devil of Vitality, baby. I can do whatever the fuck I please. And what I want to do, is you. For the rest of our lives. For eternity even, if we’re capable of it. I want it to be you, and I want it to be me. Those people downstairs? None of them matter.”

“You want me to give up my name, just like that?”

“Why not? It’s not like you’re partial to it.”

“It was also my sister’s name, if you recall.”

Madden grabbed Berga’s other leg off the ground and repositioned him so he was completely kneeling on the bed. Then he started moving, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “How about we both agree not to bring our sisters up when we’re fucking, yeah?”

“You started it.”

“I did not.”

Berga growled and then hissed when Madden reached around him and took a fistful of his balls. “Okay,” he breathed through the pleasure, urging himself to focus, “I’ll give mine up.”

“Good, then that’s— ”

“If you give up yours,” he finished.

Madden went still. “Huh?”

“Why not?” he parroted. “It’s not like you’re partial to it.”

“That’s…” He couldn’t see the Mad King’s face, but it sounded like he was weighing the truth in that statement. “Accurate.”

“How about it then?” Berga pushed back, catching Madden off guard.

He stumbled off the bed and tripped, hitting the ground with a loud thump. Even if, by some miracle, their parents hadn’t heard their wild fucking, they definitely had to have heard that. Which meant they had to finish this up quick before someone got brave and came to check on things.

Berga climbed off after him and then straddled his waist, lowering down until that cock stuffed his entrance all over again and he could move on it. He planted his hands against Madden’s chest and took control, bouncing up and down on his thick member.

“Pretty sure we were in the middle of an important discussion, baby,” Madden said once he’d regained his bearings. “Not that I don’t love the view, but let’s try to multitask, shall we?”

“You’re the one who brought me up here to screw,” he reminded, but the Mad King was right. “What about Hyde?”

“What about hide? Should I tan yours again? Kind of hard in this position.”

“No.” He slapped at his chest and pinned him back down when he made to sit up. “I meant for a last name. Like in the story.”

Madden hummed. “Not feeling it. I prefer Jekyll.”

“Isn’t that a bit too on the nose?” He’d been joking about using Hyde even.

“How so? You and I are the only ones who know about it. It’s a story from another planet, and it’s fitting, don’t you agree? We’re both a little man and a little devil.”

Berga made a strangled sound. “There’s nothing little about you. Just ask my ass.”

“I would if you’d let me touch it again.”

“Not until we clear this up.”

Madden dropped his head against the ground and rolled his eyes. “I like Jekyll. Let’s use that one.”

“No.”

“But I like it.”

“I don’t.”

“Liar.” He poked Berga in the side playfully. “You love it, too. Because it’s already ours. So let’s make it ours officially.”

He pretended to think it over. “I’ll race you for it.”

“No fair.” Madden grabbed onto Berga’s wrists and forced him back beneath him, grinning as he pistoned into his body. “If you want to bet for it, how about this. Whoever comes first loses.”

“Wait, that’s not—” Berga moaned when Madden’s teeth dropped to his nipple and he bit him and sucked. The instant a hand found his dick, it was game over. He called out Madden’s name as he came, a mixture of bliss and annoyance at having been bested at the last second. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t verbally agreed to the terms, they both knew he was going to give in. He regularly did.

Because Madden always made sure it was good for the both of them, and Berga liked being reminded there was someone who enjoyed taking care of him and being cared for by him.

The Mad King followed close behind, emptying out into Berga while he continued to trail kisses across his chest and up his neck.

It could have been five minutes later or fifty that they both heard the sounds of footsteps coming up the master staircase, their blissful moment alone together momentarily burst.

Madden groaned and peeled himself up. “Come on, Jekyll, let’s clean up before we’re caught and given a time-out.”

“Don’t even joke about stuff like that.”

He helped him up and then directed him into the attached bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned and presentable, Jekyll.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Berga slapped at his hands and scowled at his reflection over his shoulder in the mirror. “I get it. Fine. You won.”

“So you concede?” Madden dropped his chin to his shoulder and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in close. His black eyes sparkled in the mirror when he set them on Berga’s.

“To you?” he gave a dramatic sigh. “I always do.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Madden nuzzled his jaw. “I’ll take the brunt of it when our parents are undoubtedly livid at the news.”

“Absolutely you will,” he agreed. “Because we both know which one of us has to deal with the elders' dissatisfaction once this is announced.”

Baikal’s plan to threaten them and pull rank had worked…after a couple of weeks of infighting. In the end, it’d given him a legitimate reason to do away with some of the people he’d wanted gone in the first place, so it turned out to be a win-win situation.

Still, he couldn’t get rid of every thorn in his side, and there were still one or two who had enough say to cause a stink about Berga and Madden.

But it was fine.

“I’ll just kill them.”

Madden snorted and then let go long enough to turn the shower on. “Maybe leave that as a last resort.” He held out a hand for Berga.

“Should I?”

“I think so.”

Berga clicked his tongue. “Okay. But if they say one more bad thing about you, I’m turning their tongues into sea snails.”

“You can do that?”

“Of course.” He placed his palm over Madden’s and the Mad King brought him into the stall. The first hit of hot water against his skin had him sighing even as he parted his legs when Madden knelt on the ground. “Careful.”

Madden poked at his hole, cleaning him out, and laughed. “You like when I’m rough with you.”

“Exactly. That’s the problem.”

He lifted his head and came face to face with Berga’s lengthening dick. “Someone’s happy to see me.”

“Every part of me is always happy to see you.”

“Sweet talking won’t get me to change my mind. It’s going to be Jekyll.”

Berga blew out a breath. “Fine.”

“I’ll still blow you though.”

“No, wait, we were supposed to be—” The rest of his protest dyed on his tongue when Madden took him in his mouth and sucked him in deep. His fingers buried into that silky maroon hair and somehow that was enough to send him off.

Madden swallowed down every drop and then stood. “Did you just come by touching me?”

Berga nodded, too blissed out to bother being embarrassed.

“Cute.” He took Berga’s chin between two fingers. “Like my eyes, baby? Want me to pluck them out and give them to you?”

He shook his head.

“You sure? I’d do it. New med tech is pretty phenomenal. I could have replacements like Kelevra’s implant made before you even got bored playing with my original ones.”

Berga couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but it didn’t matter .

“Just keep them on me,” he said. “Always on me. Always look at me just like this, like I’m the most important thing in your whole universe.”

“You got it, Butcher.” Madden kissed him, soft and tender. “That’ll be easy. Because you are.”