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"What? Not a fan of popping the whole thing in your mouth?" There was that same old stupid grin that fitted itself to his lips. Everything could be made into a joke around Kayce, in some way or fashion. Which was particularly needed in the moment, given all that would happen and all that had happened. "Guess so," the humor had been eased from his own tone, his gaze shifted around the area they stood in. "Been spending most of my free time here anyway, so it seemed easier." His gaze shifted back to Atlas, a brow peaked, "Not a fan?"

@kaycebishop location: Wolfchella notes: ur a long way from the tire shop kiddo

"The garlic knots aren't so bad after you pull them apart." Otherwise Atlas couldn't look at them without feeling his stomach turn over. He'd done the whole knotted thing and hated every moment of it, the Superman carry that had been offered after it was probably the worst part. "So, is this where you live now?" It was hard to keep the disapproval out of his tone but considering that Octavian had been hiding out here Atlas needed a few reasons in his back pocket to come by Wolf-City.

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Brows remained knitted together as Alek relinquished some supposed sage advice. Something in the back of Kayce's brain told him that he probably shouldn't be listening to the other, regardless of the status that he had once held. There was also something about being slathered in olive oil that felt odd. "You know, I'm starting to wonder if you having won alpha before was a fluke," he stated, even though the grin settled on his lips all the same.

@kaycebishop location: Lupercalia notes: kiss kiss, oiling Kayce up for his greasy alpha fight

"Alright, just remember if Serkan tells you to go for his Kispet he's just trying to trick you into putting your finger up his butt." Alek said as he finished slathering Kayce's back with olive oil, this had been the former alpha's brilliant idea so that if anyone in the gauntlet tried to grab onto him he'd slip right out. Genius move on his part. "Alright, turn around and let me get a good look at you."

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It wouldn't be the first person that he had seen from his past, but it was another that had known him before this alias. Before fate had found him scurrying off into a new city with a new name and a new lifestyle. So to say that a small dose of fear seized the pit of his stomach would be an understatement. If Milena had shown up in Rome of all places, what were the odds against another one? But the feeling had been pushed down, stamped out as the grin slipped across his lips. That ever present shit-eating grin, "You mean, I'm still as handsome as ever? Move over David Beckham, someone else is stealing England's sexist man alive." Was that even a thing? It didn't particularly matter, because Kayce would simply make the hashtag himself.

a starter for @kaycebishop, note: er ma god it's diesel gaines where: wolfchella bestie

"Did we all throw a dart at fucking Rome?" The excitement is fairly evident in her voice, of all the people she'd expected to see again, Diesel Gaines was not on such list. Close in childhood, he'd disappeared before they both left their adolescence and though she often wondered what happened to him, life kept trickling onward and he was merely a phantom of the past instead of a blip in the possibility of her future. "You're a sight for sore eyes," Milena punched him in the shoulder and though a good ten plus years separated their friendship from the now, it was important to represent Chicago for life, "You still have your baby face."

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where. lupercalia who. @ericxaquino

Kayce knew he shouldn't have listened to Alek's strategy. Then again, he had only joined the fight because of Alek in the first place. If there was one thing Kayce was not, it was alpha material. Well, there were a lot of things that he was not, but that was beside the point. So to say he was glad that his only fight had been the one would be an understatement. Though, he felt like he'd been through the ringer. Adamo had been surprisingly good at keeping him on his back. But the next fights weren't for a while, which meant that he was going to use every minute of that break to not do anything at all. "Are you as glad as I am that it's all over?" The question was posed to the other lycan that he'd unceremoniously plopped down beside.

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where. lupercalia who. @floratitus

There had been no certainty at the beginning of the competition of who would come out on top. Of who would become the next alpha of the pack. Yet, after the first round of fights had finished, Kayce was even less certain of who the next one could possibly be. Especially considering that there were a few not exactly lycans in the bunch. And truth be told, Kayce didn't want to think of what would happen if one of them won above the rest. He'd only just joined the pack, after all. "I know I joined up for shits and giggles, but I think you were absolutely robbed," he stated as he stepped up beside her, as if the fights had been scored and not based solely on strength alone.

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There wasn't much that Kayce could truly say in the moment. Given that before he'd owned the garage, he'd never actually had any sort of job that would be considered conventional. Since he'd been young, he'd always been on the wrong side of the law, so to speak. Petty criminal turned actual criminal. So who was he to argue with what Alek wanted to do as a job. "As long as it gets you out of the house," he retorted, same old grin slid into place. One arm dangled off the side of the couch, while the other rested against his chest. His gaze lifted to the ceiling, traced patterns that weren't even there, "Seeing as how I'll be the next alpha, I think it's you that's lucky."

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There wasn't much that Kayce could truly say in the moment. Given that before he'd owned the garage, he'd never actually had any sort of job that would be considered conventional. Since he'd been young, he'd always been on the wrong side of the law, so to speak. Petty criminal turned actual criminal. So who was he to argue with what Alek wanted to do as a job. "As long as it gets you out of the house," he retorted, same old grin slid into place. One arm dangled off the side of the couch, while the other rested against his chest. His gaze lifted to the ceiling, traced patterns that weren't even there, "Seeing as how I'll be the next alpha, I think it's you that's lucky."

"You're such a hardass." Alek sighed before folding an arm behind his head, the other wound snugly around the mechanic. "I can be a scrapper, maybe rummage through some of the abandoned houses in the old Arno territory; there's probably a fuck ton of copper wire in there." That was an idea; now he was getting somewhere, he'd be an entrepreneur again (petty criminal), and he could be his own boss (unemployed). Maybe he'd see if anyone else he knew was working there, Serkan had two fucking businesses already so he was probably too busy. Alek really needed more friends, but he didn't like anyone. "You're damn lucky I love you."

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Well, damn. Kayce hadn't exactly been certain of what he expected the answer to be. Maybe a simple yes, maybe a denial of wanting it. There had been any number of responses that had slipped through his thoughts. But the answer that she had given, he almost couldn't help the grin that spread across his lips. He'd heard the speeches voiced by Alek, after he'd won the title. And the many that had followed it. Each one had sent a shiver down his spine, even after all the years that he had come accustomed to violence. Death had followed at nearly every turn, yet maybe he had grown soft in the years he'd spent in hiding, in Rome. So hearing Flora's words brought on something of a relief. A relief that maybe he'd be able to experience what it was to be a lycan without having a war breathing down his neck. "I know there's no real voting in this, but for what it's worth, you've got mine."

He asked her directly and she can't help the sideways smile that bloomed, she knows Alek will be okay, she'd rather take him as a gamer boy than the wolf that cried for violence at every turn. "Whenever I think about it.. that ol' line from Spiderman comes to me, some are born with greatness, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. When my Alpha died and we lost.. so much." A heavy breath as those days were dark and they were stripped of everything. "The pack that I knew had heart, I was so scared of losing them completely and becoming violent like the Arno had a reputation of being. I was willing to become Alpha because I would have done anything to keep my family together, I feared the position. I want it so badly this time around that losing scares me, it's different. The wolves of Rome are finally together and I want to help bring us into a kinder future, I feel like we've all been through hell and back that we deserve good."

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"Patient? I can give you three and a half days before I'm going to start charging you," for what? Kayce hadn't the slightest idea. Maybe a tax for how long the indent from Alek's ass remained in the couch. Or a dollar in the jar for every kid he made cry during one of those games. The cigarette was pulled from his lips, before it was snubbed out and discarded on the ground. He'd have to remember to throw it out later. If he remembered, as fingers pressed into his jaw before lips pressed against his own, "Good, cause I'm feeling well kicked around already."

"You want me to go back there?" That was so out of pocket, a follow-up appointment? Absolutely not. "I'm sure it's fine. You just gotta be patient. Takes a long time to heal from brain surgery or something; gonna be a long, long, long time before I'm back on my feet again." Until then, the government could keep those unemployment cheques coming. "Don't worry, I'll kiss it better." Alek tilted Kayce's jaw as the lycan grinned before he planted one on him.

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Zagreus had been the only one within the friend group that Kayce had relinquished his prior name to. And in that moment, he realized what a mistake it had been. Then again, if it was what the other needed to ease whatever was on his mind, Kayce would let it happen. So long as he didn't go spreading it around town. "Me? Cry?" There was shock in his voice, almost disbelief, for Kayce didn't cry. Well, so long as it wasn't Marley and Me, or A Dog's Journey. He hadn't even bothered with watching the sequels, because there was no way he was going to let anyone make him sit through that again. "You want to talk about it? Or... not talk about it, and find some kind of distraction?"

@kaycebishop Location: the bottom's Shop

"Diesel Kayce Bishop Gaines, I don't need you to cry right now. It's my turn." Zagreus had to turn down the Oprah rerun on the tv, unable to stop from getting emotional. He was supposed to be strong, supposed to be angry, and instead, his depression had gotten worse. This was the first time he'd left his apartment in days, though most of it was because his nightmares seemed to be getting worse. His mother had even stopped by, sending Zagreus on a downward spiral that had him feeling eighteen again. Stuck on an island in Greece, forever moving from each one, never settling. Restlessness ran deep within him, and now immortality loomed. And all Kayce had to worry about was when he'd go to the gym next.

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They definitely needed a bigger couch. How many times now had Alek nearly shoved him right off it? "So did they take out the whole thing? Or am I supposed to call that doctor for you. You know, for a follow up," because how did Alek come to the conclusion that Kayce had this? Sure, he'd held his own once upon a time. But that had always been against other humans. Kayce hadn't gone toe to toe with another lycan, not in this sort of capacity. "Fuck it, I'll give it a go. But when I get my ass kicked, you're gonna have a lot of making up to do," the grin was now only stifled by the cigarette he placed back between his lips.

"I knew it." Alek said with a nod as he rifled around to try and find the pack of smokes he'd neglected somewhere, almost pushing Kayce off the couch again as he did. He needed another. "Serkan?" Alek laughed at that, despite the fact that the former alpha had thrown him around in the ring recently, Serkan was still a bottom. "I could kick that guy's ass with both hands tied behind my back and he'd still ask for another. You got this."

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What the hell had Kayce gotten himself into? He made the immediate mental note to drag Rawlins back into the shop, because there was no way in hell he was going to handle any more encounters like this on his own. The vampire practically nutted at the sight of some well worn and extremely greased clothes. Not to mention the fact that he stripped out of his own clothes just to test them out. Maybe Kayce would take another much needed vacation. "Yeah, don't mention it," really, because he didn't know what kind of friends this one had. And he didn't need a whole line of vampires or whatever the hell else outside his shop begging for some second hand clothes. "Well, seeing as how I'm the one getting pile driven by another lycan, while we live in a lycan city, I'd say it doesn't really bother either of us too much."

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Wow, Xerxes would have to remember to leave a good review of this shop online. Of course, he'd wait until he saw the results of his little experiment in the eyes of Valamir first before he decided on a star rating. But he was over the moon to see the guy actually return from the back with some pre-greased clothes! "Baller! You're the best! Man, I sure was lucky that I chose today to come in!" Eager to take his new fit for a test run, Xerxes stripped out of his Rome clothes and put on his Lupercal black tie outfit. The sleeves and legs were almost comically large, but after seeing his reflection in a car mirror, Xerxes thought they clung to his body in a way that gave him a very slutty look overall. "Yo I look like I work here! In fact, I look like I belong in Lupercal. This is fantastic, however..." One, deep inhale and Xerxes could taste the lycan scent on his tongue. It wasn't nearly as musky as Valamir, but he still caught it. There was a chance this whole plan could be ruined if Xerxes had another's scent on him. He wasn't sure how lycans handled stuff like that. "Ok, if you were pile driving someone's ass on the regular, and I'm talking full knotting, and they had the scent of another lycan on them, would that be a turn-off?"

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"No, yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Right after I get crowned alpha, I'll take you on a whole shopping trip," he stated, with as much of a serious tone that he could muster. Which wouldn't last long, as the ridiculous grin soon enough tore its way back onto his lips. His hand reached up to tap a finger against the side of Alek's head, "Is that thing even working in there? You think Serkan wouldn't absolutely demolish me in five seconds flat?"

"All I'm hearing is you're gonna take me shoe shopping," Alek joked, velcro shoes or barefoot, the lycan didn't care a lot about what he put on his feet. If anything. "you complain about the fact that you're a shoo-in for alpha, yet here you are trying to make an honest trophy husband out of me." That was the dream; imagine if all he had to do all day was fuck Kayce and chuck rocks at shit? Alek remembered what happened last year, what he'd done to that other lycan. He didn't really wanna go anywhere near Lupercalia but Alek was Alek so he'd be there with the crowd.

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"Right, right; wouldn't want to ruin everyone's night by showing them all up," as if that would be possibly, but it didn't stop the serious look from now taking roots within his features. For a moment, before that lopsided grin fitted itself right back into place. Kayce could very likely take some of the younger ones, definitely any human that crossed his path, but the rest of them? "Oh, I absolutely would have. This city would've started ghost stories all about me," there was a playful hint within his tone, but that didn't stop him from realizing that it'd been a while since they'd sat down and talked. Then again, it hadn't been all that common before. Since most of the time it had been Kayce dragging Wade to some party or club or some other drinking spot. "Yeah, I did join the pack. And kind of moved in with the alpha. Or... ex-alpha now."

"Don't put that to the test," there's a lot that had changed under the circumstances of both their respective lives. Kayce had been willingly bitten, sure, but Wade really had never found a problem with the lycans; it seemed that they'd lost their tooth and grit before that previous alpha had come along and went a little crazy. "So, did you join that pack or are you, tough as nails Kayce, gonna rough it like a loner?" It felt weird for him to dish about shit like this, but Wade continued to garner secret after secret as his life dramatically seemed to change course each day. Enemy of the fey, now a Darkfriend, killer of demons yet he was seeing the First; he'd rather not focus on his own life.

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There was a moment of consideration to how long Alek would milk the whole brain surgery thing. Another month? Maybe several? Or would they be old and grey, with Alek reminding him of that time he had brain surgery. Twice. "Maybe we should get you some velcro shoes. Ya'know, wouldn't want you tripping over your shoelaces and --," here, he made a sound akin to a splat, before the laugh trickled out. The cigarette was placed back between his lips, another inhale before the smoke slipped from the corners of his mouth. "Are you trying to push me into alpha so you don't have to work? This your way of trying to become a trophy husband?"

Kayce fussed with his cigarette, and while he did, Alek's lips moved playfully at the side of Kayce's neck. He was affectionate and lazy before he settled with his abused head on the side of the couch. "Didn't you hear?" Alek said, the wolfish smirk that lifted at the corner of his lips was evident in his tone before he reached forward and plucked Kayce's smoke from him. Alek took a drag and exhaled over the other's head before he passed it back. "I just had brain surgery, I can't be alpha," Alek tapped his knuckles on the side of his head, "one wrong hit and it's over for me."

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The grin was immediate, as Alek made himself comfortable. Maybe it was about time that they got a bigger couch. With the arm wrapped around his middle, Kayce reached down to the floor, or more specifically, to the pack of cigarettes shoved into the pocket of his jeans. One was placed between his lips, lit and inhaled, all while Alek made some points about becoming alpha. Kayce hadn't even been a lycan for a year yet, let alone come to understand what it fully meant to be one. "I don't have to work now either," he stated, as fingers plucked the cigarette from his lips, if only to hold it out for the other. "If it's such a sweet deal, why'd you give it up?"

Alek chuckled lightly as he squished between Kayce and the back of the couch, pushing the other off the side. His arm snaked around Kayce's waist to keep him in place though as Alek's breathing slowly began to steady, the afterglow of his orgasm washed over him and between them. The rise and fall of his chest lifted against Kayce's side as Alek's grin was plastered clear as day. "C'mon, you can do it. You're scrappy, being Alpha's a pretty sweet deal, you're strong as fuck, everyone has to do what you say." Alek clipped the other's chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You won't have to work."

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There was a need that seemed to spur them on, as if it were to prove that this relationship was something. That they weren't going to turn tail and run, as the pair had seemed to do so perfectly with everything in the past. Kayce couldn't even recall the last time he'd even considered a relationship, other than what he'd had back in Nola. But he'd been an even dumber kid back then, who couldn't figure his way out of a brown paper bag, let alone into anything that remotely resembled an actual relationship. So he'd take this, in whichever form of unspoken words, as Alek fucked into him with abandon. Lips and teeth crashed against his own, as hungry as they had ever been, and Kayce responded in kind. Every ounce of him ached for the other, as his eyes squeezed shut with the pleasure that rocked through every fiber of his being. His hand still moved over his own cock, while the other fisted itself into the curls atop Alek's head. Their breaths mingled, lips within a frantic battle, until Alek snapped his hips forward. Until he hit that spot within Kayce, once more, that sent him tumbling over the edge, again. A sound of complete undoing slipped through his lips, even as they continued to move against the other's. Until those three little words parted from Alek's tongue, as they slipped across his own, "Fuck, think I'm the only going crazy now with how much I love you."

Even in the middle of a war, covered in blood. Even when Alek did nothing beyond sitting on Kayce's couch, playing some game with a bunch of kids. Even when nothing else in the goddamn world made sense, Kayce would still love the other. As fingers traced the reminder of every reason he ran before, he focused on slowing the pounding of his heart in his chest. Before Alek's words had him basically barking out a sound that may have been a laugh, "Me? As the fucking alpha?" His eyes opened so that he could meet Alek's gaze, "Do I need to schedule you another brain surgery?"

Alek's desire swelled; his movements turned erratic and frantic. He'd walked away from his responsibilities and almost everything he'd built but this. Kayce was the one good thing in his life, and as his lips mashed with his teeth against Kayce's mouth, he felt himself coming undone. Grunting against his lover's tongue as shallow, quaking breaths followed suit, his hips bucked forward as he swelled and emptied himself inside of the other. Warm ribbons of the lycan's seed spilled forward as Alek's movements turned lazier, locked in place as his lips worked over Kayce's in the languid fashion that followed the slowed pulse of his waist. "I love you," Alek smoothed; three words still felt so foreign on his tongue like they were a foreign language that the wolf was still trying to work his mind around.

They were genuine, though; they were among the truest three things that Alek ever said; he loved Kayce, and he'd do anything for him. Crazy as Alek was or had been, he'd be even more mad if anything ever happened to the other. His fingers traced the other's scar with some affection, Alek's battered body was a shrine to almost every terrible thing that had ever happened to him. Kayce was no different in that regard. "I think you should be the next Alpha."