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Whatever he was expecting out of that day, a deep heart-to-heart conversation was not even on the bingo card. He expected laughs, some sightseeing. Heck, Bloodborn didn’t know what to actually expect but he was sure that blabbing about his mother and his past was most definitely not on the list. He didn’t really need to share those details with others. Everyone had their own sad story. They weren’t recruited because they had good grades and showed potential. Well, some were. They were also recruited because they were broken, they didn’t have anyone and they could be given a purpose that they could get behind. It was just that easy. And honestly, thinking about his life before, his studies and his mother… it felt like a whole lifetime away. Almost as if it had happened to someone else, and he was just seeing a fragmented movie from their memories. He remembered some things… but not everything. Not anymore.

His eyes turned to Ji-Ho when he felt the hand caressing his face. It was such a gentle action, almost like he had hesitated for a second before going for it and touching him. A part of him wanted to believe that he could still remember his mother’s voice but another was not as positive. Not as realistic. Instead, as their lips met in that tender kiss – one devised to dispel all the worries and concerns, to ground him in the moment… Bloodborn just did the most natural thing in the world: pull Ji-Ho closer. Pull him to his lap where they could just be like that. Skin against skin, feeling each other’s heartbeats pounding behind their ribcages. “I’d rather remember how soft your lips were.” Bloodborn was obviously changing the subject. Enough emotional talking. Enough trips down memory lane. Why should he remember someone from his past when the present looked so good? “I could never care about others the way you do.” Fingertips brushed away Ji-Ho’s hair with an unexpected tenderness. “I value those who do it, but I just can’t. I’m too much of a cynic to believe in everyone. I’m always expecting a knife on the back.” But Psynaut? He should be the way he was. It was adorable. It was needed. “But you? Never change. The world needs more people like you.”

⚛️- "Even with all these undesirable cards being dealt, you still turned out to be quite the man." It sounded more innocent in his head yet he blushed when he processed the phrase in completion. He did blush but not enough to be a huge deal. However, he wouldn't refute nor revise what he said. Bloodborn had been discovered to be more than what meets the eye. He was very critical of himself but he worked so hard to overcome so many obstacles that Ji-Ho only imagined that these small nuggets of the man made him fight as hard as he did. Ji-Ho secured the other's hand and gave a gentle squeeze to be a physical reminder that the other agent was there. He didn't know what anything meant for them beyond this point but emotionally, Ji-Ho would support him as best as he could. He squeezed his hand again only resulting in a nudge of his shoulder.

"You do remember her voice. You are just trying too hard to get every detail right. But that's just the thing. Laughs aren't perfect. They are nuanced. So is her voice. And you don't have to fight it. She's with you every step of the way and has been." Ji-Ho knew she was proud of him even if he didn't know the particulars. "And start with the feeling. Let that navigate you." Ji-Ho gently cupped the man's face in his hand, now. He leaned in. They'd already kissed in Romania. Oh, did they kiss! The coming action didn't feel strange. The display of affection was natural. He placed the softest kiss upon his cheek as if to confide in the man a side to him that he kept close. He followed with another bout of a buss before retreating and gently held his knee. He did chuckle. "Actually? I'm one of two children and I'm actually the youngest. I was...a Philanthropist before PANDORA. That was my family's legacy. I'm only as strong as the person next to me. But in essence? I guess the world is-; or was, my family." He meant figuratively though he'd confess that he felt Bloodborn was spectacular.

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No surprises there. Of course, he wanted him. It was obvious by the way Cayden was looking at him that he wanted for him to fuck him. To hold him close, to mark him, to close his fingers around that long neck or yank those gorgeous brown curls back. Whatever it would take to have the other agent bouncing on his prick, begging and craving for more, willing to do whatever the hell he wanted… because good bitches got good rewards. “Ah bet yer’ throbbin’.” One glance at Toxin’s crotch and Alistair had absolutely no doubts in his mind that the younger man was harder than steel between his legs. It would be such a waste to let that go unattended, correct? His smirk was borderline devious as he leaned in, pressing a tender and almost loving kiss on Cayden’s cheek before offering his hand. If Toxin wanted for him to fuck him right there at the bar… well – who was he to deny it?

”Take me hand.” They would have more privacy behind the bar. Toxin could drop to his knees before him and worship everything he decided to share with the youngling. “Yer’ so fockin’ attractive.” Smoke leans in, brushing the tips of their noses together but still refusing to seal the distance between the two of them with a kiss. Instead, he cups Cayden’s face with one hand, thumb rubbing gentle circles over his cheek as his free hand merely undoes his pants and frees the erection contained within – knowing full well that Toxin’s attention would be on the prize. “Ye’ wan’ it?” Still no kiss. Just the feeling of his teeth brushing against Toxin’s jaw, his fingers sliding down to that gorgeous neck before Smoke added so pressure – closing his grip around Cayden’s windpipe for a second or two. “Get on yer’ knees then, luv. Mah prick ain’ suckin’ itself. Ye’ wan’ it. Ye’ crave it.” Gods, he was throbbing hard now. “The wetter ye’ mak’ it – the harder ah ‘ill fock ye’ after, aye?”

Cayden blushed and squirmed where he sat mostly from the embarrassment of all of it, he wasn't used to letting Smoke just how he felt or what he wanted. He bit his lip and leaned into the other man. Breathing in the way he smelled, enjoying the warmth of his breath. "Please." he said softly at first, a small mewl of a sound as he breathed out, panting softly, his togue moving over his bottom lip, slow. Deliberate. Slutty. "Please. Please fuck me."

The second plea louder and more certain the the first, more wanton. Clearly it was what he wanted. What he craved. God that face got him so hot and bothered. "Right here on the bar. Please. I'll be so good for you I promise. Take me please."

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The mission had been a success. All their taken companions had been rescued after fuck knows what Czernabog had done to them – and they even brought an extra in the form of Thor. Not that Smoke particularly cared about the android. Unlike some of those thirsty motherfuckers, he saw Thor for what he really was: a valuable resource for Pandora to exploit as they wished. And it wasn’t like him to actually show a degree of concern. He couldn’t care less if everyone else was all fucked and bruised and hurt. They were alive, so that was good. However, there was a slight almost-concern when it came to Berserker. Maybe it could even be described as care. They were roommates, after all. They were close. And Alistair was not one to waste a potential partner – at least not until he was done with him or at the very least bored.

”Yer’ clone nearly had me.” He steps away from his bedroom with his hair still wet from the earlier shower, giving Jaime a quick look to evaluate his current state. Honestly, the dude looked like absolute shit. And according to Thor, they would all be suffering the side effects of the experiments done on them for a while. Alright – maybe he cared more than he was openly willing to admit. “Ye’ look like shite, mate.” With a snicker fleeing his lips, Alistair approached the kitchen counter and gently – almost as if he was afraid to break Berserker into a million pieces – brushed his knuckles over the other man’s cheek. “Get yer’ arse down.” He was in no fucking condition to be walking around. Or standing. “Whit can ah get ye’?”

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He limped quietly back to his room, giving polite nods and smiles at other guests of the Kaptan Gardens Beach Resort. Although, Jaime wasn't getting any greetings in return. The wrath agent understood their hesitance. The split lip, bruised eyes, and general rugged demeanor of the returning vice agent left more to be desired for company. It didn't stop him from nodding his head politely at those walking past him as he made his way towards his ideal company.

"Honey, I'm home." Jaime calls out into their shared lodgings for the vacation. Attempting to hide the soreness of his body by leaning against the door frame, Jaime looks around the open space living area and kitchen, hoping to find his roomie and fellow agent Alistair around for their usual post-mission routine. Taking the sunglasses covering the pair of black shiners, Jaime groans as he lifts himself from the door frame, slowly walking deeper into their shared lodgings. Closing the door behind him, Jaime decides to call out once more, placing his sunglasses on the kitchenette's island counter. A sore but manageable grin grows on his face as Jaime decides to continue removing more of his clothes as he called to the envy agent. "Your comparde's back, roomie. I want to thank you for rescuing me."

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He was confused. Shadow’s head tilted to the side, almost as if he was trying to evaluate whether or not the words coming out of Dean’s mouth were his actual thoughts or him just trying to be funny. Actually, none of the previous options were appealing to Mathias. Was offering a drink to someone perceived as an attempt to get them tipsy and proceed to take advantage? Was that what other people did? The mere concept was almost enough to make him shiver in response – although his clenched jaw would be the only reaction he was willing to take regarding that element. “No.” He didn’t need to take advantage of people. Or wanted to. Maybe others saw that as an easy way to break the ice, to get the proverbial ball rolling so that later that day, clothes would be lost and fornication would take place. Honestly – no. At the very least, Shadow liked to be sober if those moments were to happen. It would be so rude to have sex with someone and then not remember half of it in the morning. He had been there, he had done that… and it was not something he was entirely sure he would want to repeat.

”It wouldn’t be positive for either of us to wait.” Asking the bartender for something refreshing and without alcohol, Shadow let out a rather loud exasperated sigh. He liked to have his day planned to the smallest detail. It was all about precision. About being prepared for whatever would come next. The fact that the tour he was supposed to partake did not happen – that created a hole in his daily schedule. It was annoying. Not the end of the world, but it would require him to fill that void in his schedule with something equally productive. “Might as well skip the whole failed attempt at a tour and enjoy our time somewhere else. You mentioned you wanted to jump into the water…” He does motion to the open sea – fresh and inviting and the sort of thing most people on vacation would love – so that Dean could go entertain himself if he so wished. “Might as well make the most of it.”

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. 

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David couldn’t blame Ricky for being nervous at the end. Everyone sort of was on the edge of their seats – hoping to see who would be crowned the winner of the competition. In a way, it made sense that it was the one without powers who ended up the victor. Everyone else got a bit complacent with the fact that they could do extraordinary things with their powers. Who needed to know how to properly aim a weapon when you can shoot lightning from your fingertips or explode someone’s heart on a whim? “I think it’s cool you won.” Deciding on vodka rather than anything else, Bloodborn was filling their glasses and only looked up at the sight of a pillow missing him by a large margin. On purpose, obviously. After Killshot’s precise skills – David had no doubts that if he wanted to hit him, he would.

”Are you telling me that you’re into student/teacher crap?” He did like some roleplaying in the bedroom if the idea was good enough. And as he approached the couch and caught the sight of a very shirtless Killshot palming himself over his pants… well, maybe he wouldn’t mind calling him a teacher? “Are you going to let me handle your WMD?” Probably the one between his legs, no doubt. “Bet it’s loaded.” With a smirk, Blooborn drank his shot without a hint of hesitation before offering Ricky the other small glass in his hand. “Unless you actually want to grab a real weapon and show me how you handle it.” Maybe even put it to use in… a different scenario? “But on one condition.” His fingers began to move over his dark shirt, for each button out of way – more skin being exposed for Ricky’s visual pleasure until Bloodborn was rolling his shoulders back in order to dispose of the fabric, jokingly tossing the discarded garment to Killshot’s face.

”I’m good with the teacher fucking his student.” And Killshot being high on his victory could definitely prove to be a good celebration. “But the student also wants to see if the teacher can handle his loaded gun.”It was his turn to palm himself over his jeans. To let his fingertips play with the fabric, revealing the shape of his contained hard-on. “What do you say… sir?”

Winning the accuracy trial was a big relief for Killshot. Being a virtue agent, he always felt that he had to work twice as hard to prove his worth. His aim was one of the main reasons he was recruited for Pandora. What is he good for if he can’t win a stupid competition? After the celebration with friends, Killshot made his way back to his shared room with Bloodborn. As soon as he stepped inside, he took off his shoes, then got rid of his shirt before making his way to the couch. “I was nervous in the end. Can you imagine if I lost it? I would never show my face anywhere.” He said dramatically, grabbing a pillow and covering his face. “I would've tried to escape Atlantis. And if they terminated me, that would've been fucking great.” He tossed the pillow towards David, purposefully missing it, then stretched his body across the couch. He had a few drinks earlier, and he was still a little tipsy. But he would not refuse another drink. It's his big victory. Plus, they're on vacation. They won't get another opportunity to party hard anytime soon.  “Oh, yeah?” A big smile spread over Ricky's face. He wasn't aware that his skills were such a turn-on, but it seems there was a market for marksmen. “I can help with your aim. I've been told I'm a good teacher. And a competent student is a big turn-on, too.” To emphasize his words, Ricky placed a hand on top of the bulge in his pants, shamelessly palming himself for Bloodborn. “Although… Just looking at you is enough to make me fucking hard. It ain't easy being your roommate.”

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He feels giddy for some reason. Honestly, Lars is fully aware of what the reason is but he tries to play it cool and casual. He knows he is not supposed to feel giddy. Maybe it’s the whole holiday thing that makes him feel more relaxed, and thus more open to experiencing a wide new array of emotions. Or maybe it’s the company. Perhaps it was the company. No, it was definitely the company. Ever since their little rendezvous at the bathroom with Alchemy and Bloodborn, Prometheus couldn’t deny that a part of him felt slightly ( or maybe a lot ) attracted to the younger man. Almost like he wanted to protect him from the evils of the world. Shield him from harm and keep him safe and tucked away inside a little bubble. It was impossible, obviously… but that did not mean that his protective side wasn’t going into gear. There were people at Pandora that he would protect from others. Sure, it was his job out there to keep them away from danger – yet while with some was but his task, with others it was his need.

One of the eyebrows arch. Sergio is piling up so much food on his plate that he wonders why he is doing it – until Lars remembers that he’s probably doing that because of his perpetual healing ability. It requires more sustenance than most to maintain. But the question in itself does make him blush. And not just a light shade of pink adorning his cheeks, but an actual shade of crimson red that resembled a stop sign on traffic. “I-I mean…” Words eluded Prometheus for a moment as he completely forgot what he was about to say, the moment he gazed toward Alchemy. It’s the freckles. He can feel his heart pounding hard on his chest. It’s the bloody freckles. “I would be really happy if I could help you. I might not be as physically imposing as Warlord or Forge.” Those guys really knew how to hit someone hard. “But I can take a beating. You learn a thing or two when you are under fire. Like see how the other person attacks, which food they step forward to invest against you.” There was so much more to what he could do other than be a meat shield, even if he joked about that all the time. “Maybe we uh… we…” Again, words eluded him as they made their way to an empty table, the heat of his cheeks bothering Lars beyond belief. “Maybe we could hit the gym? I can show you some clever ways to get out of holds and…” There was a faint pause as Prometheus chewed his inner cheek. “If we ever go on a mission together, I’ll always be by your side the take the heat off.” Because that was his role. What he did. “But uh… y-yeah. I can… y’know. Help.”

there had never really been a time when sergio had to fear for his life since joining pandora⸻ the organization more than happy to make use of his brain by letting him run wild in the labs most of the time. and the missions he was requisitioned for ? well, they were mostly non - violent forensic investigations and intelligence gatherings. so, it was surprising to see his name on czernobog's list : knew that his mutation had great potential, he just never thought it would be so ... threatening or desired. but being around lars had definitely helped with that constant disquietude in his head, especially since that night in the rave's bathroom. " when we get back to atlantis, i think you should teach me how to fight, "  sergio suggested as they walked through the breakfast buffet, sneaking more and more food onto lars' plate to make sure that he received enough nutrients to sustain his healing factor at all times. " i mean, don't get me wrong. warlord and forge are great mentors. but i think it's easier to learn from someone you really enjoy having around at all times. it's simple science, really. the brain releases dopamine when we're around someone we like⸻ which helps with pleasure and motivation, making us more engaged and attentive and have better memory reten— "  he stopped mid-sentence, a small chuckle escaped him as he looked at lars sheepishly, realizing that no one probably wanted to listen him talk about neurotransmitters and psychology first thing in the morning. " but yeah, i'd like to learn from you. if that's okay. "  @thetriumvirate

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He does not comment. Nor does he need to. In the same way Sterling can read him like a book, he can do the same in return. It’s the little things. The tension on the jaw before he speaks, the avoidance of visual contact. It’s the dismissal of anything serious by quickly changing the subject. Cardinal is bothered by things and while Shadow is aware of at least one of those things, he will not inquire about the rest. He doesn’t want to. That’s how he and Sterling used to operate together. They would never ask the question outright but they would be there just in case the other needed to vent. A judgment-free zone where they could pour their heart and soul if they wished – and the conversation would remain between the two of them. Taken to their grave. And maybe Shadow just wants to be closer to him again. He wasn’t being completely altruistic – because while he was there to stand by Sterling’s side… he was also there to be by Sterling’s side.

”Do you really want me to remark on that observation?” The chuckle comes out easily. A sound that still surprises Mathias to this day, mostly because it's so rare to hear himself chuckle that he often wonders where that sound his coming from. It’s coming from his lips and that only tends to happen when Cardinal is around. He follows without complaint. Adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder, Shadow follows into the boat and finds the best seating spot in the damn boat: by the shade. But even with sunglasses, his gaze is locked on Cardinal. On how he behaves, his motions and words. He wants to help. To reach out, to grab his hand perhaps and tell him that everything would be ok – but they both knew that it would be a lie. Predicting the future was for soothsayers. They took each day as it came. One foot in front of the other. “I’m here, you know?” His voice is suddenly more serious and yet with an undertone of kindness that is almost alien. It’s for Sterling and Sterling alone. No one else. “I’m on board for whatever you want to do today – with the exception of maybe getting arrested?”

"     mat,  i  have  known  you  for  nearly  two  decades  now.  i  think  i  know  when  you're  being  too  polite  to  say  anything.     "            cardinal  says  with  a  chuckle,  eyes  cast  to  the  ever  expansive  blue  of  the  sea  and  the  sky.  and  that  sentiment  does  go  both  ways  for  them,  which  is  the  reason  why  shadow  was  even  here  in  the  first  place.  with  the  injuries  and  the  nightmares  of  the  recent  mission  still  plaguing  him,  and  the  fact  that  barney  is  here  now  in  pandora  ...  did  send  sterling  into  a  fucking  spiral.  one  he  hoped  he  can  ride  out  with  a  little  bit  of  solitude.

perhaps  the  other  man  read  it  from  his  eyes  or  his  voice,  the  mix  of  feelings  these  recent  events  have  brought  him,  which  no  doubt  is  the  reason  why  he  insisted  of  coming  with.     "     excuse  me,  mr  shadow,  just  so  you  know,  i  have  been  nothing  but  a  good  agent  and  a  good  man  while  i'm  here.     "     he  continues.  at  this  point,  their  boatman  was  already  done  fixing  up  their  ride,  and  is  now  gesturing  for  them  to  get  on.     "     come  on.  i  wanna  get  off  this  island  now.     "

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Neither one of them could tell what was hotter. If the situation itself considering both of them had their cocks buried balls deep inside the Fortitude agent, if the fact that Nero’s moans seemed to rattle them to their core – or even the entirety of the scenario played before their eyes. At least, Lars was most definitely impressed and that wasn’t an easy feat to achieve. He loved to tease. To give someone a blowjob or even get one, go get a more hands-on approach with someone on their first meeting… but never actual sex. To him, it was a matter of pride. If the person he was with returned for more, then that meant that he was worthy of his attention. But this? It was not the first threesome he was involved in, and it would definitely not be the last. But he was impressed. Nero’s heated body pressed against his chest as he aided Smoke in keeping the man up, his shallow breathing alongside his moans and clenching motions. It was taking everything in his power to follow the directives given by Alistair, when all he wanted was to ask if Nero was good and then proceed to drill him the same way he would drill through steel: without remorse, hesitation or even concern.

”Good pet.” Alistair was admiring the view. Charon was a fucking mess already, his body folded in half between the two of them and taking both their cocks like he had been born to do it. To be split open, ripped apart, unmade and put back together over and over again. Prometheus was holding himself back, obviously. He could tell that much. Was it because he was playing second fiddle in this threesome or he was conserving his energy since their bands nullified their powers so far away from the resort? Whatever the reason – Alistair could not care a single bit. They both knew what needed to be done. To make Nero sweat more, scream more, beg more. To fuck him in ways that would make him lose all grip in reality altogether so that once he came back from his climax, the only thing he would be able to think was how good this was.

And all because of him.

With a grin, Smoke leaned over Nero’s body, his tongue dancing against his tanned, burning skin. He licked away a portion of the thin layer of sweat covering his prized pet close to his collarbone while Prometheus were pressing his lips to the opposite side of the neck – nibbling, licking and kissing the rapid beating pulse point there. And then Smoke rammed himself so damn hard that he could feel Prometheus’ body shifting, a foot being placed behind the other for support. “Don’ go fallin’ now.” And as he slowly, methodically began to pull back – it was his turn to lean against the sink under the powerful impact of Prometheus’ thrust. So hard and vicious that he felt it to his core. Was Nero being ripped apart right at the seams because both of them were competing to see who would make him scream louder? If yes… well, maybe the Pride agent was more fun than he thought.

”I got you.” Prometheus’ lips danced and worshiped Nero’s earlobe, teeth nibbling the upper area as he felt his cock throb inside that strangling hole. Neither he nor Smoke seemed to have an interest in keeping things kind. On putting Nero’s well-being and safety first. Well – he normally would but there was something gnawing on the back of his mind. Was this some competition between him and Alistair to see who would make Charon scream the loudest? He viewed Nero as an equal partner. Someone who needed to be pleased just as much as he was. A give-and-take symbiotic relationship. At least, that’s how Lars viewed his sexual encounters. But Smoke? The way he was thrusting one more, the way he was bluntly displaying his dominance and proprietorship over Nero. “I don’t think he will last much.” Not just the promise of an impending orgasm but Lars was sure that having both him and Alistair inside him would definitely take its toll sooner or later. And he really hated breaking pretty toys. “I have an idea.” Prometheus’ rolled his hips a bit, flexing his knees just enough to give him the right angle he was searching for. “We aim for the hot spot?” Wasn’t that Smoke’s goal? Make Nero come without control? To see which one of them would fill him first? And their minds seemed aligned for that moment since both of them thrust themselves into Nero at the exact same time – wanting nothing more than to hit that soft bundle of nerves that would, without a doubt – make Nero howl in pleasure.

Seeing the flicker of mischief within the pair of pale blue eyes, Nero could sense the gears turning in Alistair's head as whimpered out those two words. His hands move down to cup Alistair's face into his palms. His thumbs brushed themselves across the other man's cheeks as the pulsing heat surrounding both men's cocks adjusted to their combined size within his confined insides. His breathing was shallow as Nero attempted to relax, to welcome both men in his hole and milk them for what they were worth. They were both powerful agents in their own right, Nero had no doubt about that. Feeling them both now, resting inside his velvety heat, Nero felt their power in their own way. Lars in his length and restraint, Alistair in his thickness and absolute control of them both. He was almost too hot and the promise of being his too alluring. Nero was surprised he had yet to come, a product of wanting to impress both agents, he's sure. Something Nero was sure was something Alistair enjoyed touching more so than him. Always another inch Alistair wanted to push and by god Nero would let him have it.

There's a small moan joining Lars' quiet reprieve as Nero feels the pride agent's forehead against his bare skin. Watching the three of them in the mirror, Nero couldn't help but think they made quite the trio. A tightly wound amalgam of the three agents, the heat palpable from the outside as Nero had felt as he surrounded them on the inside. In the mirror, Alistair's domineering stature stood tall above them. Even with his lips joined together in a kiss, Alistair looked like he was in charge. With his back rising and looked to only seem bigger with each pant the envy agent took. Lars could be peeked from behind his shoulder, the dirty blond hair softly scratching at his shoulder, rising and falling with Nero's shallow breaths. The pride agent's bated breath being felt cascading across the section of spine. A hand reaches behind the pride agent's head, nails grazing against the short dirty blond hair as Nero presses him closer to his face. Not exactly letting him join in his kiss with Alistair, but making sure Lars knew he was apart of them in this moment.

Nero hadn't meant to wince as he felt teeth sinking down on his bottom lip. His hands fought the urge to push back as the metallic taste of blood filled the fortitude agent's mouth and the instant soreness pulsed from the wound. Instead, Nero chased his lips back to Alistair, needing a remedy to the burning sensation of his bitten lips and Smoke's lips would be the only thing to provide that relief. Kissing him once last time, Nero found himself drooling as their kiss was separated. His blood trailing down, covering the fortitude agent's nice plush bottom lip, glistening in the pale florescent light of the restroom. He stares up at Alistair's eyes, following their movements watching him in anticipation, preparing himself for whatever the other man needed. Unintentionally squeezing around both men as he hears Alistair speak, Nero nods eagerly, swallowing his blood mixed drool as he felt the two men push their hips in tandem. "Yessir.." Nero whispers across his bleeding lips, attempting to chase Alistair's lips for more. "Anything for you sir…"

Nero's breath hitches as he began to feel Lars move inside of him. The additional kiss against his shoulder earned another soft moan as he felt one of the thick cocks move inside of him, slowly beginning the journey of piston fucking the fortitude agent. Trying to nudge Lars' face with his own, Nero tries kissing the pride agent, only managing a soft kiss on top of his head. A weak "Thank you…" exits his lips as the next sounds to come out of Nero's mouth are timed with each slow thrust from Prometheus' hips. "Ah, fuck~!" Nero couldn't help but yelp as the pace of their fucking abruptly quickened with the thrusts belonging to Alistair. He should be distraught, in pain, but Nero couldn't help his moan interrupted laughs. The excitement and pleasure overtaking the pain from the roughness. "Th- Thank you!" He moans out, feeling each heavy and hard fuck slamming against his velvety walls, pushing Lars' length against his sensitive hole as a result. His arm wraps around Alistair's neck once more as the envy agent's hips drilled into him. Nero brings his face to rest against the agent's neck, moans against his collar bone as each thrust brings the fortitude agent closer to the edge. "Please.. I need more… Please, sir.."

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He wanted to laugh. It took everything within him not to burst out laughing at the ridiculous idea of wearing a gladiator outfit simply because someone could get bored during the competition. It… was a joke, right? Because what else could it be other than a joke? There was no way he would wear one of those things – although in hindsight, maybe he would look good in it? His legs would definitely look good in a gladiatorial outfit for sure. “Let’s assume for a second that you are actually serious.” Prometheus bit down on his bottom lip, his head tilting to the side like a curious puppy, wondering what the next trick would be to keep him fascinated and interested. “Let’s assume I do wear the outfit for your visual amusement – and maybe unspoken sexual kinks.” Why else would one man want another in one of those? To add the mental image to the spank bank if not fuck the other person outright. That’s what he would do if the situation were the reverse. “What would I get out of it? You get amused and out of trouble because you’ll be too distracted by how good my calves would look, but… what about me? I don’t see what’s in it for me, Climax.” Something devious , if he was reading the look on the other man’s face correctly. Yet – he really did want to hear him say it. More fun that way, right?

a pride agent in a fighting tournament ? well, that was just absolutely groundbreaking. and while he had always been more of lover than a fighter, leon could definitely admire the tenacity and sheer brutality needed for those kind of competitions. hell, he couldn't exactly say he had never wanted to fuck a man covered in blood either. " ha, 'course you did. all you prides, and envies, and wraths are the same. wild fuckin' animals. " he laughed. but of course, leon didn't mean it disparagingly. not really. it was just the truth⸻ those three divisions were like a pack of wolves, sent to operations where prey would need to be torn apart. and so seeing them in that tournament was just to expected. " but i don't know, i think i'd really enjoy seein' a bunch of you in gladiator outfits. a little roleplay never hurt anyone. " a sparrow like him would certainly know, since his entire resume with pandora had been him playing roles. firefighter, real estate agent, lobbyist, waiter, barista, an equestrian instructor for royals ... but never anything as fun as a fucking gladiator. then, his smile twitched a little wider, an idea palpably forming in his head. " think you should do it for me, promie. i mean someone's gotta entertain me, keep me from gettin' bored⸻ otherwise, you know never know, i could start planning some pretty evil things if i'm left to my own devices. "

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It was effortless. Almost like they truly were in an alternate dimension where they weren’t soldiers fighting someone else’s war. Psynaut had given them both a chance to just… be. Be humans, be beings that were alive. Not having to worry about the next mission, the next attack, the next death. It was almost an alien sensation to Bloodborn, really. He had gotten so used to the chaotic pace of their lives that sometimes it was harder to disconnect from the reality they were in. Yet – they were doing that just now. Sitting side-by-side, comfortably naked while eating and watching the waves come and go as they caressed the sand. He wouldn’t go as far as comparing this to a date but it did felt like one, right? Wasn’t this what people did in dates? Talk and get to know one another better while doing the most mundane activities possible? It… made him feel normal. Which was by itself quite the special thing to feel.

A low chuckle dances from his lips, forcing David to cover his mouth with the back of his hand at the POW POW – which he admitted to have been a lot more funny than he had anticipated. What he wasn’t expecting however… was the question that followed. What would he have brought with him if he had known? His jaw tensed for a moment, but he was glad that Ji-Ho had gone first. He listened to every word that sipped past his lips with renewed attention, knowing that he was getting to know the man behind the moniker. And quite frankly, family memorabilia would have been the logical choice for a vast majority of the people. Maybe not him… but he understood the appeal. “I can see that you were close to them.” The way Ji-Ho acted and how he behaved, it did give Bloodborn the impression that he had been someone close to his family. A caretaker. A protector. Maybe he missed that companionship. That implicit trust on someone else, knowing that they would never leave his side. “I could tell you were a family guy. The way you talk to me whenever we are together… this.” David motioned to their spread. “You strike me as someone who probably came from a big family. Maybe older brother. You take care of others and worry about them. Just like you worry about me.” Yes, he was avoiding the question on purpose. But the reason why he was doing it was… merely because he had no idea what he would have brought.

”I don’t know.” It was hard to be honest. To show signs of insecurity or even doubt. But David really had no clue. “It was mostly me and my mother for a while. My dad left us when I was a kid. Never understood why but apparently my mom got fed up with him.” Persona non grata, really. And after that, he had studied hard and did whatever he could to provide for her until her untimely passing. And then it was just him. Just one person. The only one he could rely on for quite some time. Someone who studied to become a doctor in order to become a more effective assassin. “I can’t really say I have one thing I’d like to bring with me. Memories, maybe? I’d like to remember my mom’s voice or her laugh? I … forgot how that sounded.”

⚛️- "Hm? Well, you know by culture, it could continue as long as life does beat through our very veins." A snicker snuck between his words. "And dependant on how stubborn we could be. Gratitude is a nice feeling especially when it's genuine." Ji-Ho smirked. His fingers secured his utensils and he began to second Bloodborn. To be quite honest, while Atlantis' culinary expertise kept them well fed and at a degree above average standards, this was what he'd been missing for quite some time. The ingredients were quality but that lack of touch from a 'homecooked' meal couldn't be replicated. Though, filipino spice blends and cooking sauces just seemed to blend so well. Ji-Ho also admitted his satisfaction with a soft, mellow laud. He bumped shoulders with David, as he rocked in place as a physical sign of enjoyment. And all due compliments were truly to the chef; or, chefs. It was nice to know that he didn't have to endure this entire experience alone and that he had atleast one person rallying beside him. And for that, Ji-Ho would always be thankful and would reciprocate that same gesture.

"I'll try my very best, though I can't exactly promise cause you know I am packing a gun-show. POW POW!" Ji-Ho froze. Flexing, he makes his bicep jump as if pulsing. He emoted with a glee that was difficult to come by as their circumstances wouldn't permit. He gazed out across the ocean, wondering if something; anything, was staring right back at them. He hummed, tipping his head in the opposite direction. "Tell me. What's one thing you wish you'd known to bring with you had you known?" Transparency wouldn't allow him to deny the fact he was trying to peel another layer of the man beside him back. Maybe to get an deeper idea of who he was. And since it was a personal question, he chose to go first. "I would've brought some type of memorabilia or article or something that reminded me of family. They were all I'd ever known. I mean, not to get sentimental." Ji-Ho chuckled, biting his bottom lip as the teeth of the fork scratch the tray without the unpleasant sounds that could follow. "They taught me to always look for the good no matter how grim shit gets. That people deserve the chance to do, be, or feel goodness."

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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.”

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.

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With the accuracy trial done and over with, and to no one’s actual surprise that Killshot had won – Bloodborn is the first to enter their shared room, glancing over to the flowing curtains, the warmth of the breeze caressing his skin as a welcome home. “Of course, you won.” And that meant he could get a prize and for some reason, David believed that the prize could not and would not be shared with others. That was the whole point of a prize, right? Whoever won could claim it, and everyone else would get a nice pat on the back and a thank you for playing. Not that David was all that bothered by it. He had participated out of entertainment and as a way to keep what had happened at the church from his mind. Whatever distraction that could be provided for that, he would most certainly take it.”There’s no surprises there.” And Bloodborn was actually proud that his roommate had scored the win rather than anyone else. Sure, they were all good people and all that jazz, but Killshot was his roommate and the others… were not.

”What are we having?” Marching toward the bar to grab whatever bottle would tickle their fancy tonight, David gave Ricky a quick wink. He wasn’t all that close to the other agents. There were exceptions, obviously. And by the day, he was becoming friendlier with others – or physical – which was not entirely a bad thing. Just… sort of new? Having friends or whatever they ended up becoming… “I am just going to come out and say it.” Picking two glasses and slamming them on the counter, David couldn’t help but chuckle. “Watching you headshot those targets definitely turned me on.” Why beat around the bush? He always did have a little heat for people who could handle their weapons well. It was hot! “And I am not that easy to impress. So… thanks for that, pretty boy.”