An unusual silence fell before Perth heard screaming. He jumped up, shushing Saint, who was yelling out, nearly hitting Perth in the face.
"Son" Perth urged the older awake, "Saint, doll, come back to me. Please wake up."
Saint's eyes snapped open and he began sobbing, clutching Perth's shoulders for support.
"Nightmare?" Perth whispered.
"Earth... He killed you."
"No, baby, I'm still here. Earth just burnt down the club, but I wouldn't let him take me-"
"In what way?" Saint growled suddenly, pulling away. "You... You had sex with him! And never told me, not even at his funeral."
"Saint, it was unimportant. By that time, I was trying to control myself from fucking you in a church-"
"Don't woo me!" Saint yelled, causing another deep silence. "He knows you fucked me after the funeral and he knows I call you 'daddy'. I want to know how."
Perth's mind was spinning. It was odd for Saint to have a nightmare, considering he usually never really dreamed at all. But the dream was about something that's been haunting them for three days.
Earth almost killed Saint.
Perth was ready to murder, of course, but he had to settle on suing. Of course, Earth most likely had an amazing alibi planned, so Perth had to find a way.
And then it was clear.
"Saint, I have an idea."
•••••
Perth's eyes traveled over the room he entered, turning at the sound of the door behind him. Earth entered, face stoney.
"The security said you wanted to hook up with me? They're ready incase you're a liar, Perth" Earth warned. "I know you love Saint."
"Yeah, but look at you," Perth said softly, pulling Earth in by his hips. "Saint's nothing compared to you."
Earth smirked, leaning up to peck Perth's lips and Perth let him do so.
"It amazes me," Perth said suddenly, pulling away and subtly placing a hand in his back pocket. "How did you get away with the fire thing?"
"I needed revenge," Earth said at once. "Burning down Alive kept Saint from you. You're mine."
"Oh?" Perth replied. Earth seemed up for snogging, but Perth had to know.
"It turns me on, Earth. That's so hot
how you're a sneaky little thing."
Earth giggled shyly, brushing back light hair from his eyes. "Oh... Thanks. I-I set it on fire while you were away because I couldn't harm you, but I thought you'd be too upset to stay with Saint. I has a brilliant idea to just die and paid the head police officer a few good fucks to fake my death."
"What name were you screaming that night?" Perth asked bravely.
Earth's face looked suspicious. "Why?"
"Wanna know who's name you were screaming that wasn't mine," Perth replied on a whim, kissing softly at Earth's neck.
"O-Oh. Of-Officer John."
And, shit, that's the officer that interviewed him!
"Thanks for telling me these things," Perth replied, pulling away and heading briskly for the door, ignoring Earth's shrill voice call, "You can't prove anything."
That's what he thought.
••••
"I can't do anything because he's the head officer," Perth spoke to the judge, eyes narrowed.
