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Wildseer   didn’t   look   away   from   the   soft   waves   that   were   washing   onto   the   beach   as   the   fluttered   notes   spilled   from   Elysium’s   lips.   The   birds   on   the   ground   and   overhead   rustled,   some   shifting,   none   fleeing.   He   didn’t   comment   immediately.   Just   let   the   silence   drag   a   second   longer   than   comfortable   before   finally   speaking.

“You’re   not   half   bad,”   He   said   with   his   tone   unreadable.   “They   didn’t   scatter   when   you   approached.”   Which   is   a   rare   thing   for   birds   to   do   without   him   controlling   or   influencing   their   instincts.

The   baby   bird   darted   close,   a   blur   of   feathers   and   instinct,   before   landing   on   Wildseer's   shoulder.   Wildseer   flicked   a   couple   fingers   subtly,   a   silent   acknowledgment.   The   bird   stayed.   “Salt   air’s   cleaner   than   any   intel   room   I’ve   ever   sat   in.   So.   I   guess…   not   bad.”   Wildseer's   lips   briefly   quirked   up   at   his   own   joke.

"Freedom's   always   temporary.   Especially   people   in   our   specific   field."   Wildseer   said   with   a   shake   of   his   head.   "I'm   just   happy   we   were   given   the   chance   to   have   a   moment   to   breath   amongst   all   of   the   chaos."

Wildseer   hear   the   other   man's   words   and   shook   his   head.   "I   haven't   seen   much   of   it.   I've   only   recently   realized   just   how   much   I   depended   on   being   able   to   explore   from   the   safety   of   atlantis."

🕊️- Chirping and singing weren't exactly natural talents he'd been graced with prior to PANDORA or even after receiving his mutation. In fact, it was only until the recovery mission in Romania that he'd learn that his powers were far more than just wings. He tried to tune his ear and mimic the resonance of the small birds. His lips were softer than a whistle but his tongue fluttered a little loosely as the sound escaped. He wasn't sure if it was even a successful try but he smiled as he looked down at his feet as he shook them. "I can't say I don't get them because I, too, am glad to be some place more natural." He chuckled. Eyes shift upwards with his head. He mused at the thought that the birds were like children following on the heels of their parent. Dotting affectionately. He smiled, looking over at the man and shook his head. Though, he assumed, sunburning was evident earlier than the discomfort of inflammation and sensory pain with sensitivity. "You don't look it but how do you feel?" Does a generous over-scan of Wildseer before shaking his head, no. "To think. We won't be thinking about exploring the beach but we'll be missing this freedom." Elysium tried his best not to give himself a complex. It resulted in a defeated sigh. "Have you explored much of the island?"

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Maybe   it   was   because   the   vacation   was   likely   going   to   be   over   soon…Or   maybe   it   was   the   drinks   that   he   had   with   some   of   the   agents   earlier.   But   for   once?   Wildseer   felt   good   enough   that   he   was   tempted   to   send   a   rather…Explicit   photo   of   himself   to   one   of   the   locals   here.   Deciding   that   perhaps   having   someone   he   could   have   good   relations   with   wouldn't   be   the   worst   idea.   Only…Turns   out   he   hit   the   wrong   number. 

Shit. 

“I   was—Look,   the   sun’s   gotten   to   me.   There   were   cocktails.   Many   cocktails.   And,   apparently,   very   little   judgment.   That   said…   thank   you?   I   do   work   hard   to   maintain   an   aesthetic.   Genetics   help,   but   dedication   is   key."   Wildseer   was   trying   to   hide   how   flustered   this   situation   had   him   feeling.   The   photo   had   him   posing   rather   teasingly   with   the   low-hanging   speedos   hugging   his   frame.   Of   course   the   one   time   he   felt   attractive   enough   to   initiate   such   a   thing,   this   would   be   how   it   turns   out.   “Anyway,   feel   free   to,   uh,   delete   that.   Immediately.   Or   not.   I   mean.   Do   what   you   want.   You’re   a   grown   man.   Who   I   didn’t   mean   to   send   that   to.   I’m   going   to   go   walk   into   the   ocean   now.   With   my   dignity.   If   I   can   find   it.”   He   chuckled   as   he   sent   send,   hoping   to   calm   his   burning   cheeks.

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M / M GIF SMUT STARTERS PT 2.

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Fortis   looked   at   his   friend   and   couldn't   help   but   to   laugh   when   he   asked   who   said   that   he   dreamed   of   anything   of   the   sort.   "Common   sense,   duh.   Have   you   seen   me   Cay-Dog?   I'm   fucking   adorable.   If   you're   not   dreaming   of   banging   me,   you're   dreaming   of   being   banged   by   me."   Dean   said   with   a   smirk   and   a   wink.   "Although   I   suppose   you're   right...I'm   sure   you've   dreamed   of   me   in   other   places   other   than   a   pool."   Fortis   says   with   a   grin   as   he   lets   out   a   chuckle.

Fortis   shivered   as   a   big   grin   came   onto   his   face.   His   tongue   dancing   on   the   other   man's   skin   before   he   left   as   big   of   a   mark   as   he   can.   Pulling   away   with   a   eager   look   in   his   eyes.   "Think   you   can   handle   being   on   top,   Cay-Cay?"   He   purred   as   he   wiggled   down.   Wrapping   his   short   legs   around   the   other   man's   waist   so   he   can   grind   his   ass   against   the   other   man's   cock.   "Can't   say   that   I   imagine   myself   to   be   much   of   a   top."   Fortis   hummed   as   he   nipped   and   sucked   at   hte   other   man's   earlobe.

Cayden laughed and nudged the other with his nose playfully. "Who said I dreamed of anything of the sort now Dean? You and me, naked. In the pool." Cayden whispered as he kissed over the other agent's shoulder. Up his neck and over his jawline softly. He hummed happily as he let Dean mark his neck, leaving behind an angry red mark but Cayden did not mind int he slightest about it. In fact he'd wear it proudly if the other wanted him to.

Dean had always been confident, bold, brave. All the things Cayden always wanted to be and never was. He spoke his mind and never said 'um' before his sentences which was something Cayden desperately admired. Yet here they were now and Cayden was the bold one- making moves as it were. "If we are fulfilling dreams Dean. There is something else I want. Top or Bottom, Deano? I'll let you pick." Cayden was the opposite of a virgin, giving whoever wanted to give him attention whatever they wanted from him.

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Fortis   was   bold   and   cheeky…And   sometimes   just   flat   out   cocky.   But   he's   always   been   that   way.   He's   one   of   those   people   who   usually   would   prefer   to   ask   for   forgiveness   than   permission.   Usually.   Of   course,   consent   is   sexy.   But   he's   pretty   sure   a   kiss   to   the   hand   isn't   to   scandalous,   not   when   the   spring   water   that   they   share   is   50   percent   semen   at   this   point.   He   grinned   as   the   other   said   it   was   nice   to   meet   him.   “Slow   burn   tactics…Hell   yeah   man.   Nothing's   more   thrilling   than   watching   two   people   slowly   fall   in   love   with   each   other   while   surrounded   by   the   worst   friends   possible.”   Fortis   says   with   a   chuckle   as   he   imagines   plenty   of   rom-com   movies   where   that's   the   situation. 

“Well   aren't   you   just   the   sweetest   gentleman.   Or   are   you   just   trying   to   get   me   tipsy   so   you   can   take   advantage   of   me?”   A   dramatic   gasp   left   his   lips   as   he   looked   at   the   other.   “Wow…Didn't   peg   you   as   the   type.”   He   jested   with   a   smirk   before   managing   to   flag   down   the   server.   He   ordered   a   tropical   moscow   mule.   Wanting   to   enjoy   the   combination   of   sweet   and   bitter.   “And   hey…You   saved   me   from   probably   a   day   of   just   sitting   around   as   some   tour   guide   fiddled   with   his   equipment   before   just   telling   me   to   come   back   another   day.   You're   my   hero.”   He   joked   with   a   grin. 

The sudden kiss on the back of his hand could have been considered either brazen or even offensive, if he didn’t quickly realise that the flirting always came out as a second nature to the other man. Playful. Flirty. Make people feel comfortable in his presence so that no potential awkward silences would take place. Shadow knew people like that – and he was glad that someone could do it since he was mostly an introvert who liked to keep to himself unless he fully trusted the other person. But could you really trust anyone? Like fully? Everyone had their own dirty secrets. Yet, as long as things remained the way they were – there was a chance that maybe he could become more receptive to the idea of interacting with others. Sometimes it was just easier to stay quiet. Let others do the talking.

”It is nice to meet you, Dean.” Mathias bows his head slightly as a way of greeting before leading the two of them to the nearest bar by the beach: because Dean wanted a cocktail and he was desperate to get out of the sun. Even with sunscreen, he could feel his own skin burning. “You mean movies where they apply the… slow burn tactic?” He had seen those. Interesting, sure – maybe with several plot holes along the way but that was the soldier in him. He always sought the weak spot in everything and tried to find out what could be exploited for his benefit. “Order whatever you fancy.” Mathias sat at the bar, the backpack now on the ground between his legs as he pulled his sunglasses away from his face, blinking a couple of times to focus his vision. This was why he liked the night better. “My treat. It’s the least I can do after dragging you away from that failure of a tour.”

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Fortis   grinned   as   his   eyes   locked   onto   the   lust   agent.   And   when   the   other   man   talked?   It   was   like   the   icing   on   the   cake   for   Dean.   Because   this?   This   right   here?   These   were   the   perfect   people   that   the   spoiled   brat   just   loved   to   annoy.   So   despite   the   other   man's   words,   Fortis   grinned   as   he   happily   walked   towards   the   other   and   flopped   down   right   by   him.   Close   enough   that   there   was   no   way   the   other   didn't   notice   that   he   did   so.   "No   mission   for   you   unfortunately."   Fortis   said   with   a   cheeky   grin   on   his   face.   "Well,   none   from   the   Pandora   higher   ups   anyways.   However   you   have   now   received   a   mission   from   me   to   spend   time   and   entertain   me."   Fortis   grinned   cheekily   as   he   got   settled,   folding   his   arms   behind   his   head   as   he   did   so.

“It's   your   pleasure   to   have   me   here.   The   name's   Fortis.”   The   blonde   boy   introduced   himself   with   a   big   grin   as   he   rolled   over   onto   his   stomach,   seemingly   unable   to   sit   still. 

Lying on his back by the poolside, the Lust agent had his eyes closed as he allowed his skin to soak up the warmth of the sun. While everyone was celebrating a victorious mission, with the rescue of their agents and learning more information about Czernobog's cloning technology, Veil found himself unbothered. Did he know some of the agents that had been on the mission? Certainly. Did he care? Not particularly. Emotional attachments were not something he had ever gotten involved in, and it was something that Pandora had enjoyed about the lust agent, so as far as he was concerned, it was just another day.

Another day where it seemed someone wanted to bother him.

"Unless you have a mission for me, I'm uninterested," Veil stated, not even bothering to look at whoever had approached as he kept his eyes closed.

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Lifeweaver   couldn't   help   but   to   let   out   a   sigh   as   he   finally   stepped   out   of   the   apartment.   Being   tortured   definitely   was   not   something   that   he   planned   on   revisiting   ever   again.   With   having   the   power   of   life   energy   on   his   side,   he   could   recover   quickly.   Problem   is   finding   someone   who   would   willingly   let   him   drain   them   of   some   of   their   health   for   himself.   Regardless,   Lifeweaver   was   not   going   to   let   this   ruin   the   little   bit   of   time   off   he   was   being   given.   “Have   you   had   any   food   around   here?   Know   any   good   places   to   eat?"   The   other   looked   unfamiliar.   Someone   that   Lifeweaver   probably   hasn't   had   the   chance   to   meet   just   yet.   “I   would   freaking   kill   for   a   nice   steak.   Some   actual   food.”   Niko   said   with   a   groan. 

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Niko   groaned   as   he   pushed   himself   up   off   the   bench   that   he   was   relaxing   on.   Stretching   his   body   carefully.   Lifeweaver   let   out   a   small   grunt   as   his   arm   ended   up   knocking   into   someone   in   passing.   “Shit.   Apologies,”   Niko   said   as   he   looked   at   the   other.   “Was   just   getting   some   fresh   air.   Didn't   know   I   was   going   to   be   a   walking   hazard.”   Lifeweaver   said   with   a   chuckle   and   a   shake   of   his   head.    

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Lex   couldn't   help   but   to   let   out   a   chuckle   as   he   heard   the   other   man's   words.   "Believe   it   or   not,   even   I   have   a   delicate   side   from   time   to   time."   Lex   feels   a   strong   connection   with   animals   since   his   powers   came.   Being   able   to   manipulate,   control,   and   even   possess   them.   However   birds   have   always   been   his   favorite.   And   while   most   of   the   flock   obeyed   his   instructions   to   stay   at   Atlantis   even   without   his   powers,   some   of   them   still   couldn't   help.   He   wasn't   sure   if   it   was   protectiveness,   loyalty,   or   both.   But   regardless?   It   was   comforting.   Agent   Wildseer   wasn't   exactly   known   for   being   to   much   of   a   bleeding   heart.   He   preferred   facts   over   feelings   and   emotions...Tangible   evidence.   But   since   the   mole,   he's   learned   value   in   the   intangible.   Even   animals   follow   their   instincts,   and   they   turn   out   just   fine...Until   they   don't.   Lex   fondly   rolled   his   eyes   and   snorted.   "They're   happy   to   be   some   place   that   is   a   bit   more   natural   than   Atlantis,   I'm   sure."   Lex   says   with   a   chuckle.   A   young   bird   coming   up   to   him   and   playfully   picking   at   his   hand   until   he   let   a   finger   softly   rub   against   it's   head.   "Not   that   long."   A   lie,   but   no   need   for   the   other   to   know   that.   His   birds   were   enjoying   themselves,   and   after   all   the   hard   work   he   has   them   do?   He   wasn't   going   to   rob   them   of   a   single   second   any   earlier   than   he   has   to.   "Why?   Does   it   look   like   I'm   getting   burnt?"   He   reapplied   some   on   in   all   the   places   he   could   reach   about   20   or   30   minutes   ago.

🕊️- Jeremiah was caught staring at the birds chattering about, fingers idly stirring the sand about. Strangely, it wasn't out of curiosity. It was more like a character study. As if learning from their behavior. He'd switch between the darling flock to Wildseer, who was enthralled for his own reasons. "You're so delicate with them." He finally broke his silence as his attention fell on his peer. He'd settle against the cool cotton of his own towel that was anchored into the sand with makeshift hooks of sand and stone, buried deep the grains that glittered the shoreline. He was thankful that he'd given them ample space as his arms fold and hands pillow the back of his head. Legs cross at the ankles as he settled his gaze into the clouds that rolled by. "I was. Can't say I'm enjoying it much as them." References the small chorus of chirps that were a display of their joy and harmony. Atleast, that's what he thought. "How long have you been out here? I hope you used sunscreen. I've got some but I really don't remember if we can use the same S-P-F and it be as effective for you."

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Wildseer's   head   nodded   in   a   small   approval   motion.   Wildseer   hadn't   really   been   expecting   to   spend   to   much   time   in   the   sun.   The   bed   had   been   calling   his   name.   But   his   birds   had   seemed   to   be   desperately   wanting   to   go,   and   how   could   he   say   no   to   the   very   creatures   that   help   him   do   his   job?   "Me   and   my   children   are."   He   says   with   a   chuckle.   His   voice   still   had   a   hint   of   drowsiness   to   it,   showing   that   he   had   been   in   that   realm   between   awake   and   sleep.   And   he   offered   the   other   a   tired   grin.   "Feel   free   to   join   me.   The   beach   is   ours   to   share,   after   all."

"Something like that. I more or less went for a walk, lost track of myself and ended up here. " He had been checking in on his precious puppets though that had distracted him until he had ended up at the beach blocking out the other man's sun. Tucking his phone away in his pocket he smiled down at the other. "You look relaxed. Are you having a nice time? Would you mind some company perhaps?"

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In   the   CIA,   Wildseer   was   used   to   dealing   and   gathering   information.   Whether   it   was   through   things   that   he   gathered   with   his   own   eyes   and   ears,   or   through   deception   and   seduction?   It   didn't   matter   to   him.   He   had   a   mission   to   do,   and   that   was   that.   And   yet…Being   in   Pandora   has   changed   him.   Slightly.   Information   and   recon   was   still   his   specialty.   But   being   surrounded   by   so   many   other   people?   It   was   nice.   For   however   long   it   was   going   to   last.   Which   was   also   a   direct   conflict   towards   his   feelings   since   the   mole   incident.   Since   finding   out   Casper,   the   very   guy   he   worked   with   in   the   CIA   for   a   time,   was   the   mole.   Wildseer   has   always   gone   by   the   method   of   making   sure   to   check   your   source.   So   when   he   was   told   to   make   a   list   of   people   that   he   suspected?   Casper   had   been   the   very   first   name,   despite   the   fact   that   he   had   just   crawled   out   of   bed   with   him   that   very   morning.   And   boy   was   Wildseer   glad   he   did   it.   He   was   brought   out   of   his   thoughts   when   the   other   assured   him   that   he   was   fine,   and   Wildseer   nodded   his   head.   “Okay…If   you   say   so.   Just   let   me   know.”   Wildseer   said   with   a   sigh. 

The   android's   words   put   Wildseer's   mind   at   ease,   and   after   a   beat   of   hesitation   he   nodded   his   head.   “Yeah.   Let's   get   going.   Figured   could   find   some   more   clothes.”   Wildseer   needed   to   update   his   wardrobe   and   get   out   of   Atlantis   more.   Just   because   he   could   do   most   of   his   missions   by   spying   through   his   birds   or   something,   doesn't   mean   he   shouldn't   get   out   as   well.   “Any   tips   on   fashion?”   Wildseer   asked   the   android   curiously.   “What   would   go   well   or   suit   a   man   of   my   figure   in   a   flattering   manner?”  

there   really   was   nothing   that   could   shock   manny⸻   or   make   him   feel   any   emotion   at   all   [   IF   MANNY   OR ANY PANDORA LIFE MODEL DECOYS SEEM   TO   EXHIBIT   ANY   REAL   EMOTIONS,   PLEASE   REPORT   THIS   BUG   TO   THE   FORTITUDE   DIVISION   IMMEDIATELY   ]   but   his   simulation   of   surprise   almost   felt   genuine.   a     subtle     tilt     of     his     head,     blinking   slowly   at   the   agent   after   the   offer.   𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚛   𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝   𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍   :   kindness   ?   it   was   rare   for   manny   to   witness   such   these   days,   most   agents   treating   him   and   his   kind   as   just   disposable   workers   or   metallic   pariahs   after   hell   week   and   that   time   they   were   hacked   by   casper   through   daemon.   well,   those   or   ...   oddly   enough,   sexual   objects.   and   while   perfectly   capable   of   sexual   tasks,   no   one   had   ever   unlocked   the   criterion   necessary   for   him   to   perfect   such   services. " negative,   sir   ! " manny   finally   answered,   a   perfect   grin   still   on   his   lips " load  -  bearing capacity is well within optimal parameters. your offer is appreciated, but unnecessary. i do   not   tire nor   will   i   complain,   sir ! " then,   almost   curiously,   he observed the wildseer's expression, ran a brief scan. facial tension. vocal softness. his smile. " but   i   do   detect   traces   of   guilt,   sir.   i   assure   you,   you have done   nothing   incorrect.   i   volunteered   for   this   task   because   i   enjoy   being   of   use.   and that is sufficient purpose   for   me. " said   with   another   smile,   taking   a   step   toward   another   shop,   proudly   carrying   all   the   shopping   bags. " shall   we proceed   to   the   clothing   store,   sir   ? "

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Milo's   body   stayed   under   the   other   agent's,   although   it   was   clear   that   he   wasn't   being   pinned.   Milo   was   easily   supporting   both   of   their   weight.   He   licked   his   lips   as   he   felt   his   thighs   a   little   shy   though   from   the   intense   orgasm   between   the   thick   thighs.   The   juices   running   down   as   he   let   out   a   breathless   chuckle.   He   watched   as   the   other   pulled   out,   groaning   as   he   felt   the   emptiness   in   his   ass,   before   the   other   flopped   onto   the   bed. 

“What's   a   prostate?”   Milo   had   no   idea   what   it   was,   but   if   it   helped   contributed   to   the   orgasms?   Then   Milo   was   team   prostate   all   the   way.   Milo   let   himself   fall   onto   the   bed   and   he   let   out   a   happy   and   content   noise.   “I'm   a   cuddler,   hope   you   don't   mind.   Like   a   giant   koala,   one   of   my   exes   said.”   Pixie   says   with   a   big   grin   on   his   face   that   fully   showcased   his   dimples   as   he   looked   at   the   other   agent. 

Pax hated how he thrived off positive reinforcement like that. Good boy. He didn't even really know if he identified as a boy anymore, but the thought of it still went straight to his dick, nearly readying him for another round with Pixie. He certainly had the constitution to go again already.

Feeling an eruption of cum on his hand as he stroked Pixie to completion, the last vestiges of his own orgasm trickle inside the other's tight ass, and then he collapses atop the other's back as they fall onto the bed together. He lingers there for a moment, panting for breath, before finally pulling out and flopping beside the other, dick still half-hard and dribbling seed.

"You're welcome," he says simply, now dreading the pillow talk portion of the session. "You... came a lot there. Means you've got a healthy prostate...."

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“I   didn’t   come   with   intel   or   advice   really,”   Wildseer   said   after   a   beat.   His   voice   was   measured   and   cool   like   a   still   surface   hiding   the   churn   below.   “Just   instinct.   A   rare   occurrence,   I'll   admit.   Which   I   suppose   I’m   learning   to   listen   to   more   lately.”

There   was   a   subtle   shift   in   his   tone.   Too   subtle   for   most   to   notice,   but   some   might   be   able   to   catch   it.   The   kind   of   tone   that   came   from   someone   who’d   just   cut   ties   with   something,   or   someone,   they’d   once   trusted.   Even   if   it   had   been   a   fraction.    His   gaze   briefly   flicked   to   Nightshade's   arm,   not   in   judgment,   but   in   silent   recognition.

“You   extend   that   grace   because   you   can.   Because   you   understand   what   it   means   to   receive   it.   And   what   it   might   mean   to   offer   it   now.   That’s   not   weakness.   That’s   clarity.”   Wildseer's   eyes   flickered   up   to   the   other   man's   face.   He   paused,   then   added   in   a   more   quiet   and   hopefully   assuring   voice.   “That   arm   isn’t   a   replacement.   It’s   a   record.   Of   what   you’ve   endured   and   overcome.   A   mark   of   evolution,   not   loss.   Functionality   might   take   some   adjustment…But   I   have   faith   in   you   and   your   ability   to   adapt   on   your   feet.   That   arm…   it’s   not   broken.   It’s   not   wrong.   It’s   a   continuation.   Different   rules,   maybe,   but   the   same   mission.   The   same   mind.   Maria   might   have   changed   the   shape,   but   not   the   substance.”   Wildseer's   eyes   flickered   up   before   he   moved   towards   the   potted   plant.   Leaning   down   slightly   to   trace   his   fingers   into   the   soil   to   check   it   with   a   soft   smile. 

“Morty   will   be   fine.   I’ll   make   sure   of   it.   Me   and   my   birds   will   keep   an   eye   on   it.   And   you?   Try   not   to   come   back   alone.   But   if   you   do,   don’t   mistake   survival   for   failure.   There’s   still   a   study   in   that   too.   Just…Watch   your   blind   spots.   Some   betrayals   don’t   come   with   warnings.”   Okay,   maybe   he   did   have   a   little   bit   of   advice   to   give. 

🪻 - "Nothing~. Ignore that as I was just speaking aloud." Naji smirked, peeking over at the man through absent blinks. He wasn't exactly careful in the gaze he cast upon Wildseer. As much of the other that was within his line of sight was detailed. Momentarily committed to a brief bout of memory. Naji let a soft grumble escape in the resonance of a groan. He weakly retorts a smile as if the other's approval was all that was needed to completely dissolve his sense of tenderness and care. "As much as I'd probably like to leave one or two behind, I have to extend the same grace that I was given. Regardless of the outcome I was given." He looked down at the arm which mutated beyond his limitations. It was hard to believe that it was just another extension to replace the other. Functionality was quite the same. Sensation was still something to get used to but it was such a magnificent replicate. He still had his own personal studies to tend to once they'd return to Atlantis.

"You didn't come here just to be nosy. Or maybe you did. Who knows. Maybe you have a piece of intel to share?" Naji picked at the man's brain to gain a sense of his intentions. It wasn't strange to interact with his colleagues in such a manner. Some just wished to impart some positivity or well wishes before they embarked on their objectives. For Naji, it felt formal and familiar. He just wanted to be as accurate to leave no leaves un-turned. "But I don't think I'd be able to return if I didn't bring at least one of them back. I am just hoping shit doesn't get too funky. Just make sure you peek at Morty while I'm away, please." Gestured to the sprouts in the glazed pot that was soaking as much of the sun.

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And   respond   in   kind   Dean   did.   Dean   wasn't   the   most   experienced,   despite   his   boastful   and   cocky   words   making   others   believe   otherwise.   Hell,   he   didn't   have   any.   But   he   was   going   to   fake   it   till   he   made   it.   Eager   lips   moved   against   Cayden's   as   he   let   his   hands   explore   the   other.   Wanting   to   make   him   feel   as   good   as   possible.   Pressing   their   bodies   together   as   he   pulled   back   to   catch   his   breath,   a   blush   on   pale   cheeks   conflicting   with   the   mischievous   smile   that   Dean   had   on   to   hide   the   insecurity.   “Was   it   everything   you   dreamt   about?”   He   purred   before   kissing   the   corner   of   Cayden's   mouth   and   moving   to   his   neck.   Kissing,   sucking,   and   nipping   at   the   skin   there   as   he   did   so.   He   couldn't   remember   if   he   had   ever   told   Toxin   that   he   was   a   virgin,   but   if   he   had   in   a   moment   of   weakness?   He's   going   to   try   to   do   everything   in   his   power   to   make   the   other   still   want   him. 

Cayden smiled as he leaned against Dean, enjoying their bodies being pressed together like that, it's not like he hadn't thought about this before. Many times in fact. Wanted to cross this line with Dean but he had never been bold enough. But the wine, vacation. It all lined up so nicely how could he pass this up. When he heard the soft little moan the other made he couldn't help himself he took the plunge leaning in and kissing Dean on the mouth, a slow hungry kiss, waiting for the other to respond in kind.

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Fortis   followed   after   the   other   agent.   His   smaller   legs   having   to   work   overtime   just   to   keep   up   with   the   other   man   with   the   strides   that   he   was   doing.   The   agent   chuckled   and   nods   his   head.   “Very   true.   That   would   be   rude.   But   I   don't   know   if   being   rude   is   that   much   of   a   sin   with   this   group   of   people,   you   know?”   Fortis   pointed   out   with   a   cheeky   grin.   “Still   excited   to   get   the   chance   to   spend   time   with   you   handsome.   And   the   beach   sounds   magical   right   now.”   Fortis   says   with   a   sigh   at   the   mere   thought   of   the   relaxing   waves.   “And   there   will   be   no   idiot   tour   guide   there   to   ruin   the   fun   by   being   unprepared.”   A   pout   at   the   fact   that   he   wasn't   going   to   get   to   see   some   new   places…But   perhaps   that   was   for   the   best   anyways.   Fortis   is   going   to   think   that   they   dodged   a   bullet.   They   could   have   ended   up   trapped   out   there   or   something.    

Fortis   watched   as   the   other   held   his   hand   out   and   Fortis   grinned.   “So   polite.   Such   a   gentleman.”   Fortis   teased.   Grabbing   the   other   man's   hand   and   dramatically   bringing   it   up   to   his   lips   in   a   brief   kiss   just   to   tease   the   other.   “Dean   aka   Fortis.   Pleasure   to   meet   you   as   well.”   Fortis   says   with   a   chuckle.   “And   hey,   haven't   you   seen   the   movies?   Awkward   first   encounters   are   the   staple   for   the   best   of   friends,   fuckbuddies,   and/or   lovers.”   He   joked   with   a   playful   wink.

”It would have been impolite to leave you behind.” That was probably the primary reason why he asked if the other man was coming. It wouldn’t have been correct to just leave and let someone else behind, especially someone who worked for Pandora just like he did. Shadow adjusted the strap of his bag once more, increasing the distance between them and the boat they were supposed to be on now with large, confident strides. Whatever the issue with the boat was – a part of him was glad to have bailed. He didn’t mind waiting if it was truly something urgent, but definitely not when there was a set schedule for boat departures. Not his damn fault that they couldn’t check their equipment before taking the tourists on a ride. But that didn’t mean the day was lost. There was still the beach. Some of them had some lovely bars on the sand where they could grab some drinks and maybe even enjoy the sun. It wasn’t the same as island hopping and seeing different views… but it was something.

Shadow turned his head to the other man, one of his eyebrows arching at the loud snort that came from the other man – apparently very satisfied with the concept of drinking cocktails by the beach. Some people get pleased with the simplest of things, and that was actually kind of adorable. More often than not, the simplest things were also the most important. “I’m sure we can grab those at a bar.” And he could find a proper shade since the damn sun was starting to annoy him more and more with each passing second. “I do not believe we have met.” Offering one hand, Shadow remained as stoic as ever as he gave the other man a nod. “Mathias, aka Shadow.” They had to go by civilian names in public. Less chance of raising suspicion about their activities. “Glad to have made your acquaintance despite the awkward scenario.”

[pandorasagents]

“Life isn’t sacred. It’s currency. And I’ve learned how to spend it better than anyone.”

Niko Petrovi��'s power, Life Energy, has shades of figures who walk the line between healer and destroyer. Divine physicians, energy vampires, and soul-binders. He is less an herbalist or gentle doctor, and more akin to a modern Kindred, someone who controls the thread of life and death through touch, choice, and sacrifice.

✅ PROS

1. Healing Versatility Niko can heal a wide range of injuries, from cuts and burns to broken bones or internal trauma—as long as he has a source to drain. This makes him an invaluable asset in prolonged missions or when medics are unavailable.

2. Empowerment Through Transfer Niko can temporarily enhance another person’s physical abilities by flooding them with stolen life energy. Boosting strength, stamina, or speed. He can turn an ally into a wrecking ball in seconds. Normally does this to boost himself at times as well.

3. Self-Healing If needed, he can use his powers on himself to recover quickly from wounds or fatigue (again, if he has access to something living to drain). In solo missions, this is how he stays alive.

4. Subtle Weaponization In stealth or interrogation situations, his touch can be used as a threat. He can sap the strength from a target slowly, cruelly, and silently. This makes him terrifying in close-quarters encounters.

5. Double-Edged Morality His ability can either be mercy or malevolence. From a narrative standpoint, this lets him sit in morally gray areas. A weapon or a savior, depending on if you're on his good or bad side.

❌ CONS

1. Power Addiction Every time he drains life, it feels good. Euphoric. The more he uses it, the more he craves it. In high-stress situations, he might choose to feed when it isn’t necessary, risking his own humanity.

2. Source Dependency His power needs a living source. In barren or sterile environments, he’s powerless unless someone else bleeds first.

3. Overload Risks Absorbing too much life too quickly can cause his body to burn out or his mind to not be able to see friend from foe. The evil and hungry side of his power might take control. In worst cases, it causes wild, uncontrolled bursts of healing energy that can hurt allies.

4. Ethical Backlash Teammates might fear or resent him. Healing comes at a cost, and not everyone is okay with knowing someone else had to die so they could survive. He's sometimes seen as more parasite than protector.

5. Physical Exhaustion After prolonged healing or large energy transfers, Niko becomes drained. Pale, sweating, sometimes collapsing. His cooldown period makes him vulnerable after intensive use.

6. Emotional Detachment Because life and death have become so transactional to him, Niko struggles with empathy and personal connection. Over time, this isolates him, and that isolation feeds his addiction further.