Note: Based off of the song Cake by Melanie Martinez. I hope you enjoy this long and smutty one-shot!

Pairing: Brycat

Tyler didn't understand why everyone was prepping him to meet the new guy a day early. He didn't think it was entirely necessary. But the others apparently did, so here he was, barely listening to what they had to say.

He yawned and considered just taking a nap right then and there. It didn't really seem like anyone was paying attention anyways. But then Brock snapped his fingers in front of Tyler's face, waking Tyler up. Damn it, why did Brock have to have the eyes of an eagle and always know when he's not paying attention?

"Tyler, come on. We're being serious here."

"Yeah, and I'm being serious when I say it's not that big of a deal. Why do y'all need to prep me up anyways?"

"Because with your normal attitude, you're probably gonna scare him away!" Craig squawked. Tyler just rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Tyler, he's very valuable to the team. We don't want to lose him," Evan said sternly.

"If that's the case, then why do I need to say this, or say that? Can't he handle himself?"

"The guys' not gonna go do the dirty work, Tyler. He's too skiddish to. He's gonna stay at base with Brock and Craig. Plus he's been on the run for a little while now, and we finally found and convinced him to join. We don't want him to run off again and go off radar for another ten years." Tyler sighed. They had a point, sadly.

"Alright, fine. I'll tone down my sarcasm and moodiness a bit when he gets here. But don't expect me to tone it down all the way, because fuck that shit." Most of the gang sighed, but Evan took that as good enough. He rolled his eyes with the rest, but he also smiled a little.

"Alright everyone, get off his back. You can get onto him tomorrow if he fucks something up then." Tyler scoffed, but silently thanked Evan. Everyone cleared out the room, and Tyler got up to leave. Evan stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder. "Seriously though, Tyler, don't fuck this up."

Tyler shrugged Evan's hand off, "I'll be fine, trust me. If I really fuck up, you can have my ass." Evan chuckled and let Tyler go wherever he was going, which was to his room. Hearing everyone talk all at once was giving him a headache, and had worn him out. He needed the rest, especially if the others were going to give him hell tomorrow.

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Tyler didn't normally dream. And if he did, the dreams were usually that of an action movie, one where he was the main protagonist, kicking asses and saving the girl and whatnot. What did you expect from a gang member?

What his dreams were not was a bright, pastel colored candyland. Of course Tyler could tell what were dreams and what weren't, and when he was in a dream. Right now, he definitely knew he was in a dream; a really weird, concerning dream. Well, concerning for him, anyways. A grown-ass man should not be dreaming of candyland in his opinion (unless you're a furry or jack off to MLP, he thought).

He had "woken up" in a bedroom. Everything around him was either a light shade of pink or blue. He was under the sheets, which were silk (not that Tyler was complaining about that part or anything; the sheets in his own bedroom had holes in them and weren't nearly as comfortable as these).

He was in the clothes he had slept in, which was a little odd considering that he was the only thing in that setting that wasn't all bright, pink and happy. You would think that his dream-self would fit the setting.

The sound of a door opening caused him to sit up straight. At first, he couldn't see who or what was there. He actually heard them. They were humming an unfamiliar tune, though it didn't seem improvised. Tyler had heard improvised, and it wasn't that.

Then a figure appeared. It was a man, one who seemed younger than Tyler, but only by a few years. He was pretty pale and had light blond hair. The clothing had wore matched the room: a blue vest with pink underneath. Then Tyler caught his gaze.

Tyler always had gotten the compliment or how entrancing his eyes were: a deep, cold blue. But you should have seen those eyes. They were blue, like Tyler's. But they were bright and just as entrancing, if not more. They also held almost pure innocence. I say "almost" because their was a hint of a predator in those eyes; it was a look Tyler had seen before, but not like this.

Tyler had so many questions. All were to himself. Who was this guy? Why was the room pretty in pink? Why in god's name was this his dream?

The man was smiling and walking towards him. Tyler suddenly felt panicked, like he was the prey (which was a new feeling for him, and that freaked him out a little more). In the back of his head, he knew that he should not feel threatened. But his body reacted without his consent, and he backed up until his back hit the wall.

The man crawled onto the bed slowly, stopping when he was practically in top of Tyler. He smirked, and all the innocence that were in his eyes left in an instant. A whimper left Tyler's mouth, although he didn't believe that it was his. It didn't sound right coming from him; it was like it was forced. But it wasn't. It left freely, and the man on top of him chuckled before leaning down.

The first thing Tyler tasted when their lips touched together was buttercream. Now, Tyler wasn't one for sweets; he actually avoided them most of the time because it normally made him sick. But this - this just pulled him in. He could smell a hint of vanilla from somewhere in the room, but he almost didn't recognize it because of the kiss.

Tyler didn't know when he had moved, but he suddenly felt his head hit the pillow. At this point all normal thoughts were thrown out the window and were occupied by the man above him.

He only realized he needed to breathe when the man finally disconnected their lips and began kissing Tyler's jaw and neck. He hummed slightly, and Tyler panted a little.

His senses came back to him, and he was back to wondering what the fuck was going on. He urged his body to react and push the man away, but it seemed as though his body had different plans. Instead of doing what Tyler wanted them to do, his arms pulled the man up, and he kissed him. His senses were lost again, and Tyler was practically melting underneath him. Tyler felt the man smile and chuckle.

He didn't know when their clothes had been taken off, but suddenly he felt the silk sheets along his back.

He gasped when his legs were pushed apart. His blushing caused the man to chuckle and give a reassuring kiss to Tyler's cheek.

He had no warning or prep beforehand, so he winced and rolled his head back when the man positioned himself inbetween Tyler's legs and pushed in. "Fuck," Tyler mumbled, slightly in pain. He had never been on the receiving end before, but shit, it kind of felt good.

"You okay?"

The sudden voice startled Tyler, and his head shot up, his eyes meeting the man's. It was the first words he had heard from him; his voice was calm and reassuring.

Tyler gulped and nodded, letting his head drop back down to the pillow. He shut his eyes and bit his lip slightly. He knew what was coming, but didn't know exactly how it was going to feel. Was it going to hurt? Feel good? He didn't know.

He found out a few seconds later, and it caused him to gasp and open his eyes. Fuck, he didn't know he was gonna feel pain and pleasure at the same time. The feeling practically overwhelmed him immediately; both feelings were mixing in with each other, and ended up resulting in him groaning.

He was kissed softly and was distracted for a minute as he kissed back.

He wasn't expecting a harsh thrust, which got a moan out of him, followed by a blush that spread across his cheeks.

His body moved easily against the sheets, so the man had to hold Tyler in place. He gripped Tyler's legs and pulled him back everytime he moved. Eventually he got tired of pulling Tyler back every time and put one of Tyler's legs on his shoulder before continuing. This caused him to hit a certain spot. Tyler moaned a writhed a little, "Bryce, fuck!"

Wait. Bryce? Where the fuck did that name come from? Tyler didn't know a Bryce. But the man - Bryce, he supposed - responded by raising his eyebrows and smirking. "Yes?" He had stopped what he was doing, that little bastard.

Tyler felt the need to control the situation, so he tried to move. Bryce apparently had all this figured out, though, and held him down harshly. He was much stronger than Tyler had anticipated, and he let out another quiet whimper. Bryce leaned down to where his ear was and whispered, "Don't."

Tyler's alpha mindset turned to an omega one in an instant. Well, so much for trying.

Tyler was brought out of his thoughts when Bryce snapped his hips forward. Tyler cried out a little, surprised. Bryce continued with these quick, fluid movements, and Tyler became louder and louder. Bryce leaned down and kissed Tyler to shut him up. Tyler laced his fingers through Bryce's hair, pulling him as close as he could manage.

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Tyler didn't know when they had finished; it had just...happened all of a sudden. He remembered feeling so fucking good for a split second before the scene changed.

He suddenly felt exhausted, like he had been working all day with no breaks. He was alone again, but he was still in the bedroom, under the silk sheets on the bed. He sat up, wincing from the pain in his lower back. Is this what it felt like to be a bottom? He had a whole new respect for them if they had to deal with this.

The door opened, revealing Bryce once again. Tyler's face began to feel hot, and he hoped that Bryce wasn't going for another round. He didn't think he could handle that at this point.

Bryce sauntered to the bed, but didn't get on it. He stood beside it, beside Tyler. He leaned down and kissed Tyler before whispering, "It's time to get up, Tyler."

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Tyler woke up in a cold sweat. He sat up quickly and looked around the room frantically, sighing with relief when he saw that he was in his own bedroom. He didn't want to see that pink ever again.

When he got up, he was glad that he didn't feel any pain. That would've been hard to explain.

Not everyone was up, but that was normal. He fixed himself a cup of coffee and tried to forget about that weird dream he had.

Brock slid up left to him with a smile. "So," Brock said, nudging him.

"So what? I'm trying to wake up here, Brock," Tyler mumbled.

Brock rolled his eyes, "Oh come on Tyler. The new guy is gonna be here and you're just gonna be a killjoy?"

Shit, he had totally forgotten about the new guy coming in today. Hopefully he wouldn't give Tyler a headache, or Tyler would have some problems.

"As long as he isn't a fuckboy, I think I'll be good."

"Don't you always say that Craig is a fuckboy though?" Scotty asked, scooting to the other side of Tyler.

Tyler jumped, "Jesus, if you do that one more fucking time I'm going to pour my hot coffee all over you."

Scotty laughed, "Yeah, okay, whatever."

Tyler rolled his eyes, "And yeah, I call Craig a fuckboy because he is one. But he's one I can handle. If this new guy is an annoying fuckboy that I can't get along with, we're gonna have some problems."

"I don't think you're gonna have any problems with him, trust me," Brock assured.

Evan finally came out of his room, which meant that everyone else needed to be woken up. That was Tyler's job, since he was the loudest and would not hesitate to drag someone's ass out of their room if it was necessary.

Once everyone was out, Evan left to go get the new guy. It was taking forever to everyone when it had been only a couple of minutes. Some of the crew had seen this new guy, but not everyone. Tyler could honestly care less about him, but it was still important to Evan.

About ten minutes later, someone heard the car drive back up. Everyone was shushed, although there wasn't really a need too; most everyone was already quiet. The door opened, and Evan stepped through first, before revealing the new kid.

When Tyler saw his face, he almost choked on his drink. His cheeks instantly heated up and he felt sick to his stomach. Thank god he was in the back so no one could see him.

It was the same guy that was in his dream.

But how could that have happened? That wasn't possible, was it? It was unnerving to him. The only thing that would make it weirder was if they had the same name-

"Everyone, meet Bryce McQuaid."

Oh, fuck.