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Perhaps he should've been shocked that it was Cesar. Perhaps he should've questioned why a man of that caliber was suddenly in need of an oncall boy. But he didn't. He didn't do anything other than agree to what the other asked as he approached slowly, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. "I wouldn't mind one if you're offering...." He murmured as he looked up, tilting his head. He folded and unfolded his legs before he sighed as he shut his eyes. "But if anything else, we can just skip right to the business." He offered, finally meeting Cesas gaze.

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Zach looked at the other as he approached slowly. Almost as if he were worried to. Almost as if it made him nervous to think about approaching him as he reached out to grasp the garrote. He hadn't missed Aiden's absence from the tower, he realized the other hadn't been there at all since his return. And with the state of the weapon before him, it wasn't hard to hazard a guess as to why that was. Glancing back up at Aiden, he made a small smile. "Just hey?" He joked before he sat over at a work bench.

Naturally he delved right into it. Hands began tinkering away, making some necessary fine tune adjustments such as a stronger rope, less likely to cut and more likely to just cut off circulation. Holding it in his hands while he worked away on the object he finally took the time to glance up at Aiden before he could formulate something worth saying. "You know, while I was gone, I thought about all the things you could be up to. I imagined you living a very James Bond lifestyle."

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Ezra was like an animal, attempting to satiate a rabid thirst with a need comparable to a man stuck in the desert. And Zach didn't mind being the oasis in which the other chose to gorge himself. When clothes were ripped away, he moaned quietly and buried his face against the older mans neck. Though the tables were turned, nothing had changed. Everything was, at least in the moment, as it should've been.

Zach was also thoroughly impatient, tugging and pulling at the mans clothes with astounding demand. "I need you to bury into me...." His voice was soft, breathless. "Make me forget all this... All this bad." All the things he'd gone through in his absence. "I need you, Ezra. Please."

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Zach allowed Quint to help. With putting on the gloves, adjusting the size. And then they were standing directly across from one another and he felt the smallest tremble of uncertainty. He pushed past it though. He needed to learn strength. Moving in he found a proper stance. "Teach me to be better."

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Zach watched Nathan, watched and waited and before long, finally the man delivered what he'd been meant to from the moment Zach walked through the door. Arms enveloped him, surrounded him and held on to him tightly as he shut his eyes. "I missed you too..." He murmured, burying into the skin of Nathan's neck. His friend, his lover, his whole world. "Every minute of every single day." It was an honest to God truth, he pulled Nathan closer somehow.

Leaning back, he took Nathan's face in his hand. "Quit being so scared of doing what you want." He murmured. "Just take what you want, Nathan. Because those things usually want you back." Kissing him slowly, he shut his eyes. "I love you, how do you not know that?" Another kiss and a sigh. "I love you more than anything, you're the sun for me. C'mon Nathan... tell me it's the same way back..." It was a plea, broken and fragile delivered from his lips. "Tell me you love me too."

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Zach was under the influence. And whenever he was, it was usually because he had to be as to stomach his new role, or just to numb the ache after being back all of this time. So sitting down across from the other man, he nodded. "No business. Absolutely, sir." He murmured over the loud thump of the music in his ears, tilting his head. "So if not business, then what are you here for?"

The Italian embezzler was at Surrender, in his usual booth that was kind of away from other tables but still gave him a good view of the stage. He’d been there for quite some time, a number of drinks in his system and currently working on another. It wouldn’t be his last. Feeling an approaching presence, he barely spared a glance and then fixated his eyes on the dancer once more. “I’m not talking about business tonight.” Tony was all about business but he never spoke of it while drinking. He never felt that was smart, as there was potential to make alliances and deals he wouldn’t be able to recall. “You’re free to sit down, otherwise.”

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Ezra obliged with amazing speed and predictable notions as Zach hummed, lifting himself up into the other man's hold to meet the crashing of his lips to his own. Had he noticed the surrounding area, it would feel unfamiliar. But nothing mattered much outside the way Ezra surrounded him, swallowed him whole. "Thank you... Thank you..." He whimpered between needy little nips to Ezra's lips and chin, anywhere he could get his hands and mouth on.

He fell back onto the couch, pulling the older associate with him while his hips rolled up. Nathan had failed, failed to act the way Zach had hoped upon seeing him again. But Ezra... the looming figure he was, he was always going to act the way that was needed. Legs locked over his waist, kept him close before he reached down between them, framing what undoubtedly was Ezra's already hard cock pressed to the fore front of the man's pants. Fingers traced the length while his mouth danced along Ezra's neck.

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Zach clenched his jaw before he moved into the ring. "I need this..." He murmured. He stood on the other side of the ring before his hands came up, fists adjusted in all the ways he'd watched Matteo and Quint do. "I'm tired of being the weak one. I need this."

“Look, ya sure bout this?” Quint asked the other as they stepped into the ring. “I know ya wanna spar but…I dont wanna hurt ya.”

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Where did he begin? Better yet how. "He just kept me locked in a room..." He explained softly as he sat back. "It was dark all the time, there wasn't much light except for one. It was behind this... rack of...." He winced and shut his eyes tight. "Things he wanted to use. To do." Swallowing hard, he let go of that thought before he looked back to Bellamy. "His friends came and went. Everyone had their share of fun...." Nodding, he clenched and unclenched his jaw. "Until a team came in the get me from the basement, I was just there."

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Zach never knew what it would be lately. Called upon to be used for his body, or his brain. Being the newest addition to call boys had been a punishment more than fitting for him, he detested every moment spent letting hands wander all over him of the  unfamiliar variety. It left a sour taste in the back of his mouth, and he endured quietly. This was what he deserved. This was his repayment for being gone.

As he approached the one who requested his presence, he stiffened just slightly. His aversion to people only having increased upon his return, and his lack of wanting to be near just about anyone apparent. "My services were requested?"

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So thats what had brought the change to his Messiah. A massive betrayal on an epic scale, police in Macnamara Tower. What a foreboding thought. The very idea angered Zach but he moved so he was kneeling in front of Quint, a hand framing his face around his eye. "I've missed a lot..." The man looked like an old lion, like a predator who was pressing on despite the world around him fighting to keep him contained. "I was scared I wasn't going to make it back."

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Zach knew in some form of hindsight that perhaps he was in a large amount of precarious trouble. Perhaps he should've been careful, perhaps he should've been thinking but he wanted to really feel something and the one person who supplied his needs without effort, and never failed was Ezra. Being whisked away by the associate was only a formality. They could've started their dances anywhere. It wouldn't matter, because Zach would always fold to the mold Ezra forced him into without denying him a damn thing.

Once inside the suite, Zach eyed Ezra up with a fervor, needing nothing more than the promise of something to bring him to a precipe that he hadn't seen in months. The door closed, and Zach acted. Like an animal starved for attention, affection, and a little destruction all at once with a strangled groan as he moved his lips to the older mans with a harsh need. "I don't care what we do tonight..." He murmured. "But one point tonight... Just one..." If any at all, honestly. "I need you."

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In his full capacity? Zach was always there. Always able to bounce back, but... Perhaps he wasn't going to let himself be so distracted this time. "Tomorrow." There would be no questions. Bellamy would say jump, and Zach would always ask how high. He would always deliver. "Bellamy, I...." He slowly locked eyes with the man who had saved him not once, but twice. ".... I missed home."

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When Nathan reached out and grabbed him, it felt like his skin was burning. Not in a painful way but in a manner that could've left him to believe that perhaps Nathan Hughes was the brightest, warmest thing this tower had to offer. He did stop, breath hitching before he looked back. "When I see Ezra.... I know what he'll do. I came back here unclaimed, Nathan. I came home unclaimed and if you think for a single second that Ezra will hesitate to do any of the things I hoped you would, you don't know him."

Eyes stayed on the man before him. Nearly pleading for the desired response he had wished for from the get go. "You love him. And for that, I'm glad. For that I can look past how much it hurt to be the first thing I heard about, whispered about me in these stupid halls." He muttered. "But if you're not going to show me how much you missed me, then let go. Because once upon a time, you wouldn't have hesitated to wrap me up and make me feel like I was safe."

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When Zach felt Quint close, something finally felt okay. Like the whole world could hang off the edge and everyone could turn around and stab him but never the man who always protected him, always nursed and nurtured him. It was like being under a giant shell in the ocean that could sometime be the tower. So long as no one took notice, both the hard protected and the gentle inside were safe. He did look at quints eye and sighed softly. "What did I miss?"

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Feeling Quint there... Well it felt safe. For just a moment even as the guards eyed them both up. For a moment he leaned into the other like a safe rock to cling to despite all the roaring in his brain. And cling he did for just a moment. Pulling back, he wiped at his nose before he glanced over. "Are you okay?"

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Bellamy was steady, never missing a beat. He shook his head though, and wanted to give the man a daft look. "I would never leave here.... Not willingly." He replied. Softly but earnestly as he met the others look. "This is my home, I...." Zach shook his head and looked down. "I would rather be here than around him. I would rather be anywhere else than to have to have been stuck with him."