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kinglutherofsousa:

“If you’re that concerned about my well being, why not make me feel better instead of making me relive the painful memories?” Luther snaps. Then, after the one second pause is over, he sniffs and blows his nose. “Whatever. I’m fine.”

Expression shifting into a rueful grin, Kaiser stepped a bit closer. His head tilted slightly and he pushed his hands into his pockets as he shrugged lazily. “I hear unloading your troubles helps wonders. What’s got you so down?”

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milton-lomax:

From the moment Milton was returned and came back to the dorm he felt their eyes. Assets that he either wronged or just hated him for the way he looked down on them. Either way he knew he had no friends among the flock of sheep. Luckily none had tried to voice their issues or approach him directly. Right now he wasn’t sure he was prepared for any confrontations given his emotions were still all over the place. It took most of his energy just to walk down the hall without running into a wall. So lost in his thoughts, still trying to piece together why he was returned.

Distracted he didn’t give much attention to the trio of assets walking his way. Not until one’s foot stretched and caught his leg, causing him to fall forward. He was able to put his hands out just in time to avoid hitting his head but his knees and elbows took much of the blow.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Can’t walk without Bellamy’s leash to guide you around?”

Their laughter only fueling his anger. Causing it to bubble up pass his pain and loss. He got to his feet slow, the boys already walking ahead. But he was quick to catch up and grab the one asset by the back of his collar. Using enough force to cause him to slam the back of his head against the floor. While the asset was dazed Milton jumped on top of him, pinning his arms down with his knees. “Sorry…I didn’t catch that.” Came his zombie esqe tone before he started slamming his fist into the boy’s face. “SAY THAT AGAIN!! SAY IT!!”

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Ever since the young man had been returned, Kaiser had been watching at a distance. He didn't try to hide the fact that he was following, or watching Milton. In fact, remaining in the shadows as if predatory.. but he'd had no intention of rushing upon Milton, of forcing himself into a situation where Milton had seemed so raw. It was like circling a wounded animal.. reach out at the wrong instance and he was certain Milton would try to hurt him, and himself in any way he could. So Kaiser simply waited. Leaning in silence against one of the walls in the hallway opposite of where Milton was quietly making his way down. Lighting a cigarette for himself and taking a long drag, his gaze shifted from Milton, to the trio of asset's making their way toward him.

Sharp silver eyes caught the sight of the way the other moved to trip him.. but unfortunately.. Milton hadn't, and as the young man stumbled, Kaiser pushed off of the wall and made himself toward the four with a slow, deliberate gait. He drank everything in, Milton's quiet.. nearly dead-eyed gaze right up until the young man lashed out, anger and violence seeming to explode forward, dazing the asset and leaping on top of him. With a grunt, Kaiser approached Milton and leaned forward. One arm looping around the brunette's waist and lifting him almost as easily as if he lifted nothing, hoisting the brunette hard against his waist, Kaiser turned. Before one of the asset's friends could get a taunt out or help his fallen companion, Kaiser's closed fist slammed directly into the mouthy lttke shit's throat, before a large, steel-toed boot kicked the boy so hard in the side he went flying several feet.

Without a word to them, Kaiser turned and began to carry Milton down the hall which they came. "Settle down, mauschen."

Feel My Pain // Milton and Kaiser

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kinglutherofsousa:

“No. It’s stupid people weighting me down,” Luther says, using his silk handkerchief to wipe his sexy, reddened eyes.

The german’s head tilted, catching the hilt in the other’s voice before his gaze flickered over the reddened eyes. There was a flicker of something, interest.. concern, maybe curiosity. “... And just what has you so upset hm?”

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@kinglutherofsousa

"Look at you." Came the low hum as the much taller man approached the younger brunette from behind. Silver blue eyes lazily flicking over the brunette's peculiar posture as his head tilted. "..Weight of the tower weighing on your shoulders, little prince?"

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milton-lomax:

In his disconnected state Milton might not have responded to the touch in the way he would’ve before. He didn’t pull back from it or push it away. In fact he almost seemed comforted by the gesture from a familiar hand. But it was gone just as fast as he had the chance to really melt into it. Once the touch was broken Milton felt almost guilty for it. For seeking comfort from someone else while his love was being made to suffer some unlawful fate. He knew Bellamy could handle himself and no one above or below the law would dare harm him.

“Yes. Anyone who would leave would surely never work in this town again.” He spoke as if painting over Kaiser’s words of death warrant was merely a business threat. Feeling unsafe in his own home with these people who were probably looking for enough rope to hang Bellamy with. As he spoke he stepped closer merely to avoid their conversation to go further than their own ears. Eyes coming up to meet the German’s as he spoke of a gift for the boy. “I am free to go and come as please at the moment. We are all equals here after all.”

He stepped back and turned towards the elevator. While he might not have been to Kaiser’s place he was already aware of which floor he stayed. Learning what he could of the man that he kept an eye on from a distance. “I just hope this isn’t some ploy I’ll come to regret to get me back to your place.”

Kaiser wasn't unaware of it, the way Milton seemed to almost take comfort in his touch. There wasn't a moment where the beautiful young man leaned into his touch.. but he didn't rebuff Kaiser's fleeting touch either. It was something that caught the German's attention, but Kaiser didn't comment on it. Not yet. This felt, for the moment, as if he were wooing some skittish feline, he didn't want to scare him off.

"I wouldn't be surprised if it were all a test for us ingrates, hm?" Kaiser asked. "Maybe he's just off in some room with a million screens, watching all of us make fucking idiots of ourselves." He teased Milton, before falling silent. As Milton told him they were all free to go where they pleased, and that he hoped it wasn't a ploy, Kaiser chuckled low in his throat. "Granted.. you coming to visit's a plus, but I've really got something for you." He stated, making his way into the elevator, waiting for Milton to follow him and pressing the button to his floor. "And I can assure you, It has nothing to do with getting naked. Unless, of course, you want that." He teased.

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franciscoxjavier:

If there was one think Kaiser should know about Francisco by now (if he paid attention to more than just Francisco’s body and how he used it) it was that Francisco Yáñez was as stubborn as a bull. He didn’t tell anyone who had broken his ribs and bent back his finger and bruised his face and Kaiser was not an exception.

Still he was… Surprised by the man’s commitment to hunting him down. It seemed like no matter where Francisco went Kaiser could find him. Creepy, maybe, but it showed dedication.

Francisco paused for a moment, “…Aren’t I lucky?” He looked the man over, letting him touch over the bath towel, before exhaling, and stepping away from the door, letting Kaiser enter. Gently poking the man in the chest with a finger, “Mira, amante, because I know you, let’s get this out of the way first: I’m in no condition for you to fuck me up against a wall or bend me over something I have two broken ribs.” And he doubted Kaiser was capable of fucking gently, “So if that’s what you want, baby, you’ll have to look somewhere else.”

The stubborn, nearly annoyed lock on Francisco's face was something Kaiser had expected entirely. From the no-nonsense glance in his eyes to the way his jaw set so stubbornly. Kaiser wasn't sure exactly who had struck Francisco, or left such garish bruises and wounds, but his curiosity wouldn't be so easily stated with the asset's refusal to tell him. If Kaiser wanted to know something, it usually turned out that somehow.. he got his information. Kaiser didn't see this as any different. It was, after all, Francisco's refusal to tell him exactly what he wanted to know that intensified his interest in the other man.

As Francisco commented that he was luck, Kaiser's smirk shifted into a grin. "Seems so." He remarked, his touch along the hem of the bath towel wasn't fleeting, and his fingertips shifted, tracing over the other's stomach, before the younger man stepped back. Kaiser moved to step forward, only to stop at the gentle poke of a finger. His gaze lowering to it, before lifting to Francisco, and he grinned.

"You underestimate me. I'm capable of wanting more than a rough fuck." He commented blithely as he pushed past, only to pause in passing. Voice low, glottal and amused. "Though I doubt you'd refuse me, if I really wanted that tight little ass, hm?" He grinned, then made his way into the suite. "Look at you.. taking advantage of this opportunity.."

Why are you so obsessed with me?

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Super unnecessary way to take off a ring: ft. Michael Eklund.

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milton-lomax:

Milton heard the voice, knew the familiar accent. But it sounded so distant at first. Which caused him some alarm when he turned and found Kaiser was standing there as if he materialized from shadows. “My life doesn’t allow better days. Just moments of peace before the next dark cloud rolls in.” His tone was much like that of the old days. When drugs and sex numbed him from whatever demons he was made to battle daily. He could really use bump right now.

He turned away to look out the window. The sudden distraction making him come to terms with how foolish he was being waiting by the window. He wouldn’t lose faith that Bellamy was returning but it wouldn’t be today. That much was clear by the cops shifting through the building. “Surprised people with the freedom to leave are still here. This feels like a rats from sinking ship kind of moment.”

Kaiser caught it, the slight start he'd caused in Milton, and he gave a low grunt. His expression was.. nearly dour. Quiet and displeased at the sight of Milton in such a state. At how incredibly familiar it was. Oh, he may not like the fact that the boy was taken and not for him, and he may not enjoy that Milton tended to avoid him these days. But he had damned well enjoyed seeing Milton so vivid, so present.

Without quite actively attempting to, the german reached out. His larger hand smooking the young man's dark hair in a movement that often calmed them both once upon a time, before he grunted again and withrdrew. Crossing his arms over his chest. As Milton spoke, stating he was surprised more had left, his gaze slanted to the window. "...Wouldn't be wise." He stated. "Macnamara tends to have a million balls in the air at once. I wouldn't bet on it being permanent. Anyone that runs is just signing their own death warrent." He stated simply, before his gaze slanted to Milton again.

"...I have something for you, mauschen." He stated, jerking his chin. "Will you get in trouble if you visit with me for a bit? Or do I get the pleasure of your company?"

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kinglutherofsousa:

“The only thing I can think of is massage my feet. Believe it or not — which I can tell you don’t, so fuck you — I have this under control. Besides. there’s also Gunner to make sure everything’s running smoothly, so it’s not all left in my inexperienced hands.”

He tried to stifle his grin at the way Luther seemed to bristle. The haughty words and tone. “I would never deign to call you inexperienced.” Kaiser teased, glancing once more around the office. “Just figure someone as busy as you could use some more muscle.” He grinned. “Need someones ass beat?”

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aidenxclarke:

Happy to have Kaiser’s attention on him, Aiden followed the other’s movements around him, shifting his own body so it danced with Kaiser’s. He liked seeing the other’s slow, measured movements, because they seemed so careful, so… like a cat stalking a mouse. Aiden beamed, because he was no mouse. But he could play one for a bit.

He reached out and found Kaiser’s hip, tracing his fingers along the top of Kaiser’s jeans. “What I’d do? Mmm, what would you let me do?” he asked leaning in, offering his neck. “I might take you to your bedroom,” he suggested, keeping the actions on him - things he would do if only Kaiser let him. It was heady, making these suggestions, because what he really wanted was for Kaiser to just take him and they both knew it.

But no, he could keep it like that. “I’d push you down… imagine that. I’d tell you… you can’t touch me. And then I’d strip for you. I might crawl between your legs… and we’d see. Maybe I’ll blow you.” He licked his lips because he hadn’t had a dick in his mouth in over two weeks and he was hungry for one.

Kaiser's lips twitched, expression shifting from a cold.. predatorial expression to one of slow amusement at the way the boy seemed to fucking vibrate with pleasure at Kaiser's attention alone. To be honest.. Kaiser was shocked Aiden was an associate, and not the other way around. To be honest... it didn't matter to Kaiser. Whether Aiden was an associate, or an asset.. Kaiser had every fucking intention of doing whatever he wanted to Aiden, fuck the consequences. And he knew goddamned well that this pretty little fucking brunette would likely let him, considering the naughty little words Aiden was practically whispering. Considering the hunger in his eyes. Pretty little slut.

Kaiser's cock twitched slightly as the boy touched his hip, and his brows rose, before his gaze left the boy, glancing around once more as if looking for something or someone specific. When he didn't find who or what he was looking for, his gaze slanted back to the boy, and he smirked at the suggestion that Aiden would demand anything of him. Someone was feeling bold.

Taking a slow breath, he turned, the heel of his palm suddenly and forcefully pushing Aiden back into the wall, Kaiser stepped forward. "We're not going to my room." He commented, voice low and harsh as his head tilted. "We're going to yours." It was a solid, demanding comment, and after a split second, he stepped back, a jerk of his chin demanding the other to lead the way.

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runfastemery:

Emery wasn’t staying in the fucking Tower. Not with Luther in charge. With everything he owned in a backpack over his shoulders (including Antoine who’s head was sticking out of the top) he walked into a lobby more crowded than usual. He looked at the first person that walked up to him as he made his way towards the door. “I’m leaving and you’re not stopping me so don’t even try.”

A hand reached out before the other’s sentence could even finish. Gripping the blond man by the scruff of his neck and giving a solid, defining yank as Kaiser pulled him against him. Head tilting slightly, and brows rising, he glanced down at him. “You look like a smart boy.. don’t think that would keep with a bullet hole between your eyes.” The german murmured, voice so low only the other could hear him.

bye bitchez

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milton-lomax:

The air in the penthouse was off. Bellamy paced about in silence and Milton couldn’t bring himself to disturb him. Maybe he could senses that something bad was happening and he’d rather not know more until Bellamy felt the need to share. Something he came to regret after stepping of the penthouse for air and then hearing the news. He rushed out just in time to see Bellamy placed into the cop’s car. The whole world around him falling under a quiet hum as assets and associates looked on.

A few of the investigators pushed pass him but he still stood there frozen. This…this would be fixed right? He knew this day could’ve came at any moment but it wouldn’t last…Bellamy would be free again…right? Feeling numb and lost in his thoughts left Milton standing by a window just staring outside hours later. As if any moment Bellamy would drive back up and return to him

Kaiser hadn't seen Milton since that evening in the bar when the young man had so very honestly told the German he was avoiding him. It wasn't something Kaiser had liked to hear, and had it been anyone else, the german would have reacted with considerably more hostility than he had.

However, Milton was the exception when it came to Kaiser's temper, the brunette always had been.

Now, as Kaiser approached, he drank the young man in. He seemed disconnected, empty almost, and it reminded Kaiser of the days he'd bought the boys time when the boy had been high off of his ass. Pushing out of the shadows, Kaiser made his presence known with the thud of his boots against the carpet of floor as his head inclined, clearing his throat. "You look like you've seen better days."

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kinglutherofsousa:

“Not really. I had to skip on my facial appointment,” Luther informs Kaiser, leaning back in his leather chair. “Cash is dirty. I’m telling you man, you haven’t lived till you charge everything.”

“That must have been so difficult for you.” The german commented, a teasing air flaring in his tone as he shifted, lowering himself to sit in the chair in front of Luther’s desk. One long leg crossed over the other. “Oh I’m sure it’s a thrill.. but it’s a hell of a lot easier to lose money when it’s at the mercy of any skilled hacker with a vendetta.” Kaiser commented. As if he’d experienced exactly that. 

After a minute, his head tilted. “So tell me, prince. How can I be of service to you, hm?”

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kinglutherofsousa:

“Oh, did you? Funny. because I’m not. Figured people are blessed enough to work for me. If anything they should be paying me,” Luther snorts from his desk, finishing up whatever he is typing, before he looks up at Kaiser. “You know no one smart uses checks anymore, right? Get a card, instead. Less work for the wrist.”

At Luther’s haughty little snort, Kaiser grinned, pushing off of the doorframe and sauntering his way into the office, glancing around at the decor. It was interesting, to see the young man working, concentrating. Almost cute. Not that he’d tell Luther that. “Oh are my methods too antiquated for you?” Kaiser laughed, gaze focusing back on Luther. “Personally. I prefer cash. Less.. problems that way.” The german stated, before grinning down at Luther. “Enjoying being in charge kleiner prinz?”

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aidenxclarke:

“Yeah?” he asked, cocking his hip because this was Kaiser after all and for some fucked up reason Aiden found the guy extremely hot. Jesus, those steely eyes. He licked his lips and looked up, trying not to look too excited. But hell, his day had been good and he was in a great mood.

“I don’t know. It might lead somewhere interesting. Like your bedroom.”

The entirety of Kaiser's attention had been.. momentarily.. diverted to the young brunette as his head canted and his eyes settled on the young man. Aiden certainly seemed to be in a considerably better mood than the last time they'd crossed paths, and something seemed different. He seemed confident, almost cocky as he bit out that little suggestion. The tone seeming to shift Kaiser into a nearly predatory state. Pushing lazily off of the wall and half circling Aiden, head tilted.

"That so?" He asked, his breath a heated exhale nearly down the other's neck. "And tell me, what would you do if you got there, hm?"

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franciscoxjavier:

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Listen. Francisco really couldn’t care less about Bellamy being arrested. Hell, Bellamy could stay in jail. He had made the decision not to try and peace the fuck out and was now the most concerned with taking a shower, alone, with hot water, and good water pressure. And then of course taking a long nap in a bed that wasn’t a bunk. Francisco was literally stepping out of the shower and examining the fading bruises over his ribs when there was a knock at the door and he couldn’t help the audible groan that left his lips. He literally had only told Ian what room he was in (as both Ezra and Luther were busy,) and Ian would have texted before hand. So who the fuck was at his door, man!?

Wrapping a towel around his waist he looked through the peep hole, and then pressed his forehead against the surface of the door.

Kaiser.

Opening the door not bothering to put on anything else, because why would he, he offered the man an unamused expression.

“Are you stalking me?”

It was in Kaiser's business, to learn things people didn't tell him. To know what other's didnt want him to know. And after his last interaction with Francisco.. the way the asset had been all but shattered from his interaction with.. whoever it had been. The boy hadn't told him, Kaiser's interest in the brunette had increased tenfold. So it had been.. annoying.. but not very difficult to find out just where the young man was.

He'd showed up at the suite Francisco has been assigned not long after he'd found out exactly where he was. One arm stretched up lazily to brace himself against the doorframe as his head inclined, waiting lazily for Francisco to answer the door. When he caught the sight, a flicker of shadow in the peep-hole, Kaiser grinned, the grin only getting bigger as the young man opened the door.

His silver-blue gaze drank the other in, lascivious and shamelessly indulging in the sight of the young man, before he pushed himself to stand straight. "Maybe." He responded flippantly, brows arching. "Going to invite me into.. your home?" Kaiser asked, reaching out to flick his thumb along the other's towel.

Why are you so obsessed with me?