A Burning Impulse

Chapter 10

(Erebus' POV)

If you ask me when I started liking Eclipse, I couldn't give you a definite answer. She has twinkled my desire the very first time I saw her. My eyes were fixated on her, and unconsciously, I started wanting to know more about her. She was a college student back then, and we met because Grandpa took me and Warren to her performance. It was safe to say that Warren and I both watched her performance with a hard-on, which came as a surprise to us as we weren't going through puberty, so not anything could arouse us, especially not an innocent woman playing the Viola. We were already practicing b**m at the time, so just watching a woman play a Viola got us hard was humiliating. Warren and I excused ourselves mid-performance to avoid meeting her after getting a hard-on, but she kept haunting our minds.

We started to keep an eye on her, frequently asking Grandpa about her well-being, and whenever we saw her across the street, we would stop to watch her walk away. It came as a relief to us when she entered the business world. We thought we had hope as we had the chance to cross paths frequently, but as luck would have it, she liked our baby brother from the first meeting.

They got into a relationship quickly, and Warren and I had no choice but to mask our attraction towards her. After their marriage, it was easy to avoid them as we were never home. For our sake, we tried our hardest to forget her, but before we could even get over her, the news of her divorce came, and our wretched heart made us hopeful again.

We kept track of her divorce, but once again, we had no confidence to walk to her and be honest, especially as her ex-brother-in-law. So we held back again, but our fate finally turned when we saw desire in her eyes, the desire she held for us. It came as our only chance, and we desperately grasped it. Our real test began since then. Eclipse desired us but had no desire to act on it. It was both frustrating, but also a relief that at least, she felt something for us, even if that was only lust.

Her situation was understandable, but the more we stayed beside her, the more it became unbearable to stay away from her. I wanted to cage her in my room and keep her for Warren and I so no other motherfucker could ever lay their eyes on her. The more we desired her, the more we became obsessed, but our obsession turned into care every time we saw her in a fragile state.

People wouldn't call it healthy; they would call it a mere obsession, but God knows we love her more than we desire her. We want her all to ourselves but as our life partner. We want no other man to look at her with desire, but we also want her to be incapable of looking beyond us. We want to mark her body with scars, but we also want to make her the happiest she has ever been. Call it whatever you want, but for us, she is our one and only, and if we can't have her, we will live our lives hoping that she comes to us one day.

And we will live hopeful until the end.

~.~

(Eclipse POV)

After getting finger f****d by my ex brothers-in-law, I realized that my flight method wasn't practical, so I decided I would stop running away and fight my war head-on instead. I'm well aware that I won't be able to resist them, and it's a matter of time before I end up giving in, but until then, I will give my best so when something happens between us, I won't regret that I didn't try.

Warren contacted me regarding meeting with his Grandpa, which gave me the perfect opportunity to see how far I could resist them so I could assess the danger zone. Based on the result, I will make a prompt escape in the future. That way, I could avoid sleeping with them much longer.

Erebus arranged the whole plan, and Warren guided me to a private room in the restaurant where Grandpa awaited me.

"Grandpa," I teared up as I saw his hunched back. When he turned around, I almost let out a pained cry. Grandpa was a fit man, and he looked young for his age, but in the two years, he aged a lot. The man who never seemed to get sick was using a cane now, and it was heartbreaking.

"Eclipse," Grandpa teared up when he turned around and asked for a hug. I fought back the tears from escaping as I hugged him, but when he patted my back reassuringly and asked, "How have you been, raccoon?" the tears I was trying to hold back fell. I choked out a strained cry and hugged him harder.

For me, Grandpa was no less than a father. I was in high school when I first met him. He was heading to a meeting when he saw me crying my eyes out and couldn't go to his meeting after seeing me in such a state. He asked his driver to stop the car and asked me what made me cry. I don't know what came over me that day, but I told him everything on my mind then. I used to love playing Viola. I participated in many competitions in hopes that Dad would be impressed, but every time I invited him to my performances, he never came. The day I met Grandpa, I had a performance, and at that time, Dad promised me to attend. He never made a promise to me, so I was confident he would attend, but no matter how eagerly I waited, he never came. I felt betrayed, and that made me cry.

Grandpa listened to all my problems and promised to be my Dad's assistant and attend my performances in Dad's stead. His words gave me solace that day, and I told him that his words were enough and he didn't need to attend my performances. Still, true to his promise, he attended all of my performances and always gave me lots of chocolates and a big bouquet after the performance. Soon, we became best friends, and I stopped attending competitions after realizing I only liked participating in competitions to gain Dad's attention. I started playing Viola because I enjoyed it, not because I needed to.

When I tarted dating Mason, he was so happy that I would marry Mason. He was confident that Mason will treat me right. That’s why I could understand that it was killing him inside because he promised me that his grandson would treat me like a princess.

"I'm sorry for ghosting you like that. I should have come to meet you sooner," I choked through tears. Grandpa pulled back from the hug and firmly shook his head. "The fault lies with me. I let you go through it alone. I failed you as a friend."

"Then why didn't you come sooner? How could you get in this state? Didn't you know how heartbreaking it would be for me to see my friend getting ruined because of me?" I cried out.

"It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself," Grandpa said.

"Exactly! It wasn't our fault, so why are we avoiding each other and living with guilt?" I asked him. "I admit, I was ashamed to face you because I felt like I failed you, but now I realized how foolish that thought was. Neither of us should get blamed for the situation, so don't feel guilty, Grandpa," I said.

I told him everything on mind and how I have already forgiven Mason so he doesn’t need to feel guilty anymore. It was both heartbreaking and a heartfelt moment for me as I shared everything that happened in the past two years, excluding my attraction towards his other two grandson. I don’t want to ruin my reputation in his eyes. They will forever be the secret I could never tell anyone.

After a simple meal, Grandpa left with the brothers. They offered me a ride as well but this time, I came prepared. I booked a cab before we got out of the restaurant so they had no choice but to back off. With a satisfy smirk on my face, I looked them in the eyes to tell them that I will not be giving in to them anytime soon. Warren smirked at my look, giving me a ‘let’s see how long you can run away’ look, which kind of terrified me because I think he took my smirk as a challenge, and I was right.

After my provocation, the men who never made their move without getting my consent started coming onto me strong.

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