Fangs That Kill - (Lost boys imagines book 3)

Cursed Poly Lost Boys scenario a.k.a late night thought

A/N - I apologize for nothing.... also this is crack❤❤❤

Sleep with boys in one bed was manageable and they were like a pile of clingy koalas. It was early morning and you shifted, a cold sweat ran down your cheek. A nightmare racked your body and ruined your peaceful slumber. "No stop, don't do it." - "Get that wax away from me!" Next thing you know something cold is holding your ankle and threaded between your fingers. A soft coo rings in your ear, "Gribbity grabbity, your hand is now my property..." Oh no. It was Paul and then you felt the stubble of David's 5'oclock shadow beard scratch at your shoulder. Your eyes creep open and to your horror- it wasn't their hands that were holding you. Oh no. The feet.