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The shadows clung to Toby like a second skin as he crept towards the looming house, his footsteps light and soundless against the damp pavement. Police tape cordoned off the wraparound porch, but he slipped past it, picking the front door's lock. The door creaked open to the home's dark interior, lit only by the occasional flash of red and blue lights filtering through the windows.

In the last two months, three brutal murders had shaken the small town to its core, each scene more macabre than the last. The killer remained at large. And now there had been another vicious attack, right on this very doorstep.

As Toby's eyes adjusted to the dim light, details of the foyer emerged - modest country décor with simple pine furnishings, a woven area rug on faux wood laminate flooring, a modest pendant ceiling lamp. Cracked blood stains, toss furniture, and shuffled rugs were the only signs of the struggle. He moved through the living room, hyperaware of every sound. In the living room, the outline of where the victim had fallen was still visible despite the police cleaning up, the pool of blood now dried to black. Toby's jaw tightened. This had to stop.

The slightest creak from the foyer set Toby's pulse racing. He froze, crouched beside the blood outline, every muscle tensed like a cornered animal. Shadows from the red-and-blue strobing lights danced across the living room as he held his breath, listening.

More footsteps, dull thuds against hardwood. Approaching.

Toby shrank further back, pressing himself against the wall behind an overstuffed and upturned sofa.

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Cole let out a loud gasp when the warm breath over his hole was substituted by the tongue that had been on his mouth just moments before. He had been holding his legs up, hands right behind his knees so the position he assumed was open and inviting. His hole winked at the man staring at it and when he was finally being eaten out, he melted into moans, groans and pleading. "Gods, right there, fuck yes, Dick, eat my ass." The older man forgot what it was to feel shame when it came to sex - if on his normal times he was regarded as serious and respectable, in bed he was just the opposite: loose and wild. "Fuck yes, eat my hole." He let go of his left leg and used his hand to pull that face closer,holding Dick by his hair so he wouldn't move away.

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Flying hours were never a problem for him. Too used to them to be even bothered. It was the premise of beign away from busienss what really could set up his mind to a bad place that had him distracted and looking through the mirror. The plane flew over the clouds in an area designated exclusively to him, a route that only him could go through. By his side, Julio sat on his seat, an arm of the older man surrounded his shoulder and kept him close. Briefly, even if for a moment, taking a break from everything that meant to be him.

In the moment that his mind moved away, he didn’t realise what he was having actually in hand. He wa snot by the window but on the seat next to it, Julio laid safely on his lap with the views on his face and hiw own hands reddening his cheeks. Absentmindedly at some point, Knox had stopped only to be awoken by the lack of moans and whimpers that erupted. “Sorry, boy, I went to the other side of the world for a moment.” He apologized, rubbing the ass while absorbing the pain off of him, so he could restart.

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The disadvantage to having a partner that didn’t sleep was that Mark could no longer hide or lie away his nightmares. Jonas had a front row seat to all of the small signs - the heavy breathing and restless tossing eventually gave way to panting and sweating that characterized a bad trip on the astral plane. When Mark finally gained enough awareness to snap out of it, the vampire was right there waiting for him among the heavy white sheets. 

He sat up and strained his eyes to stare at Jonas’ form in the dark, searching for an answer before he even asked the question. “How old are you?”

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Jimmy stood up from the couch, going visit his friend and having some drinks with their younger brother, Chad, nothing could wrong. Except his friend’s little ability to hold up his drinks. Carrying him by the shoulder, he guided him onto his  room, and put him down, helping him out of shoes and trousers, then tucked him in bed. 

He slowly returned to the couch, dropping, “Chaddo, your brother has little to no stamina when it comes to alcohol. He should be heavily  ashamed.” 

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Tonight was an evening like any other. Nathan was accompanying a female client to a high-class event. However, it became clear early-on in the evening that he was only there to make an ex-boyfriend of her’s jealous. Nathan didn’t mind. It simply meant more time to have a few drinks and to just enjoy the evening. 

Nathan remained at the bar inside of the large venue, nursing one tall glass of champagne. He’d occasionally glance over to the woman that had brought him, wondering if she’d show even the slightest amount of interest in him. She seemed more than alright focuses on a different man that looked similar to him. Maybe that’s why he’d been picked to accompany her. 

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That was the third disappearance ever since he and Samuel teamed up. How on earth did they cross each other’s path was still a mystery to him, but even now he could feel the other’s magic calling to him, like a beacon. And they weren’t even that far apart. There must’ve been some sort of affinity to their power or something, he thought, which would be something for him to look into once they’ve figured out the case at hand.

“Hey Sam, look,” he called to the other for him to come. “Here’s another trace of magic,” he pointed out at one of the corners of the warehouse. The spell their culprit was using to abduct people had been clearly cast there.

“And there are tracks... 2 pair of feet came here, but it looks like only one left...”

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“What... do I have here? Uh?” Trip’s hand slid out, falling onto the inside of the other’s shorts. He gotta love summer days. Thick index finger brushed over the other’s balls and cock sliding under all pieces of fabric, brushing through even if his partner had just stood up from the bench they were sat on over their picnic day. Smirking, he slid it off and smacked that ass, “go on, do whatever ya were gonna do, love.” He pointing, bringing the beer can onto his lips, despite his fondling hand maybe confusing the other. “What is it ya were gonna do, by the way? Maybe I can go with ya.”

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Nights out with the team were… not unheard of. There was always one day a week where the guys would all gang up and hit the nearest bar for some beers, games and darts. The sort of thing Kevin usually passed on since he was never in the mood to that sort of exchange. One thing is to gain the respect of his men at the academy. The invisible line that made them all realize who called the shots. What would happen if he were to join them? Sure, maybe it would make him more approachable and less intimidating but at the same time, people could get the wrong idea. Maybe assume that he was ok with being seen with them. Maybe even have the audacity to treat him like one of the guys.

That was the downside of respect. It was a lot better when people feared him.

Nevertheless, one time wasn’t times. One night wouldn’t be several. His group had already left for the bar two hours prior by the time Kevin was done with the reports, head spinning with letters and numbers and field analysis. It was so much better to just pull the fucking trigger and kill the problem. Maybe he could a beer. Maybe he could use the company of a particular soldier that night. Someone to handle his temper. To rub his shoulders and suck him off and make all those daily little shits vanish.

It was a very good idea. It was exactly what Kevin was needing by the time he reached the bar – dim lights, a game on television, some lame ass country song in the jukebox allied with the infernal scent of booze, sweat and smoke. Maybe he could even smoke a cigar later. Grab a beer and grab who he wanted and be on his merry way to get some action in the back seat of his car. It was the plan. Until it was not. Sitting by the bar, the reflection in the mirror showing a couple of guys engaging in a very vivid spitting swapping competition. Hands on legs, tongues down the other’s throats and the guy he wanted… right in the fucking middle.

That little motherfucker.

Kevin could feel his jaw clench. The veins on his neck throbbing with rage as he moved from the stool, fingers clenching around his beer mug – avoiding bumping into anyone until he reached the little “gathering”, making his presence known by loudly clearing his throat – blue eyes locked with Santiago, silently killing him multiple times in his mind. “I’m not interrupting anything… am I, privates?”

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“So tell me how it all went, pet. Were you able to convince them it was something else?” Lance was running his hands through Milo’s hair while the investigator was simply resting his head at Lance’s crotch, sniffing the musk from there. Lance hadn’t figured out how to return to his own time yet, nor activate the time travel power yet, so he had simply started making a life here with Milo. He recently had a battle with another demon, but they used a human vessel that was a casualty and discovered before Lance could do anything about it. If Milo succeeded, he’d get a nice reward. 

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“My lord...?” Finn tried hard to conceal his panic as he blocked the man’s view of his room. Having slipped away from the festivities that raged on in the heart of the castle, Finn had taken to the halls to seduce an intoxicated noble into his room for a bite to eat. “Please forgive my absence this evening; I am still tired from the long travel.” He murmured, stepping into the hall and shutting the door behind him. “Is something troubling you?”

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“We understand you’re scared. Your teachers have filled your heads with lies and propaganda. Cerebus can keep you safe, we’re the only ones who can.”

Grissom Academy was supposed to be the one place in the galaxy where those like Scott could be safe. Where they could learn and grow, surrounded by those like themselves. Those gifted with…or perhaps cursed with biotics. The ability to control and shape dark matter. For the most part, they were right. The only danger the students had faced before was a nosebleed or fainting fatigue from the use of their abilities. Sure someone may misjudge a singularity or misfire a shockwave in the wrong direction, but the instructors were often good enough to catch or reverse the effects before any real damage was done.

But today had changed that. War had come to the academy. Men donning the armor and bodysuits of the gang of extremists known as Cerebus were marching through the halls. Killing the instructors and non-biotic members of staff. Scott had been following the trail of a particular pack of the villains. Several of them had a hand coiled around the twisted ankle of one of his classmates. Students were either dragged unconscious or kicking and screaming. Crying out for someone, anyone to help them. Scott himself had caught the eye of one such student. A girl about his age. Tears streamed down her face, her expression twisted in a look of agonizing horror. Her throat raw and bloody from all the screaming.

That was when he picked up his pace, turning a stealthy crouch into a full out sprint. As he rounded the corner, he punched at the empty air. A blue flare of energy shot out from his closed fist, tearing through the air and slamming into the helmet of the guard dragging the girl with enough force for the heavy metal to split in half. A loud, almost sickening snap cut through the sounds of the students’ whimpers as the Cerebus henchman’s neck snapped under the impact. With a swipe of his arm, a shockwave skidded across the ground tearing up the tiled floor as it smacked into a group fo more men. The bodies flew against the walls releasing their hold on the captive students. “Move it, cadets!” There was no mistaking the command in his tone; he stood watching as those who could move grabbed hold of the unconscious boy making their way behind Scott as he threw up his arms bring his closed fists up close like a boxer guarding his face.

A blue shield formed in front of him, catching the hail of bullets the guards now shot their way. “We’re getting out of here. Leave no one behind.”

…I just hope I can keep this up…

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Knox pursed his lips as he watched Julio. The studying moment he was deep into, had him  amused and satisfiedo n equal levels. Inviting the younger male over his apartment when he was free of turn at the hospital was a nice  thing, but it was better to watch him wearing Knox’ underwear. Knox himself was wearing a simple pair of boxers and a tank top, but oh dear, the other’s  vision as he practiced stitches was so good he couldn’t help but reach forward and slid his hand under the loose boxers Julio had taken from him. “Is this annoying or distracting, Chico?”

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Phoenix laid comfortable in the other’s body, one leg flexed up the other straight, no underwear on him, and no intention of putting it on. Comfortable as he was, he was truly and in deed sleep, silent as he was for he didn’t snore, he felt the other turning around guiding his arm off of him but still holding onto it like a pillow, while his ass pressed closer against his hip, giving him his back and throwing grumpy sounds. He didn’t need empathy to know he was going to have a bad night. “Ok, what’s wrong?” Phoenix asked then, turning so enough to press their bodies together, knowing that he shouldn’t overstep, he still nibbled his shoulder as it felt a bit less affectionate than soothingly kissing his neck.

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Mark bolted up the several flights of stairs and down the hallway, knowing he was too late before he even arrived. The front door was swung off the hinges, giving a wide open view into a ransacked apartment. He’d been the one to call the police, to confirm his friend’s identity, to watch them take her body away, and to assume immediate responsibility for his godchild. Now it was just him and the infant girl, swaddled in blankets that he’d watched her young mother make over tea and an old deck of tarot.

When there was finally a moment of peace after the coroner, police, and ambulance left, Mark was left sitting among the wreckage of the cramped apartment with the child in his arms, tears streaming constantly down his face as he tried to make sense of a senseless robbery and murder.

The sound of footsteps drawing closer put the witch back on high alert, standing to full height and turning to face the source. “Who are you?” Puffy eyes narrowed in on the stranger, instinctively holding the baby closer to his chest. 

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“You’re my hero dude.” Chad said, patting Cody on the back. “I mean I won’t say no to a list if you want to make it that bad.” He continued letting his hand linger. Cody was a pretty smart guy, so Chad was sure he’d eventually get the hints he was giving but he was getting tired of waiting.

He snorted. “Dude, you should know I have amazing sex drive,” he smirked at his friend, wiggling his eyebrows as he added, “and even better stamina. Not everyone can keep up.” He lowered himself so he was on Cody’s eye level while taking a hand to his thigh in a very obvious and deliberate movement. “What about you? How come you have time to come up with a porn list, not getting any action yourself?”

With the last comment he splayed his fingers on Cody’s thigh squeezing it slightly. This was as clear as he could be without just dropping to his knees and begging Cody for his cock, and he really hoped he could see it on Chad’s eyes that this was not one of their friendly “jokes”.

Cody couldn’t help but let out the tiniest chuckle as he just watched what Chad was doing. He was used to the way Chad spoke and flirted, actually appreciated it a lot. He wasn’t blind, he knew Chad was the hottest guy that he knew and their friendship had always had this tinge of flirtation “Oh I have that list already made, it’s a job hazard that I needed to know what sites were good and bad so I can work out what to fix” he said casually, before muttering “And no, not getting any action... we can’t all be muscle bound hunks who ooze fuckability 24/7″

The computer repairman tried so hard to not react to the touch of that large hand on his thigh, the little squeeze was so impossibly sensual that he had to bite the inside of his lip to resist the urge to moan. When he was looking into those eyes though he knew, this wasn’t their normal playful moments... and he liked it.

“Dude, you know it’s not cool to put your hand there” he said, a performative sternness in his voice as he grabbed onto Chad’s forearm. He took a moment to pull it off his leg, before bringing it right to his large bulge and holding it there. He grinned wickedly as he felt his cock hardening under their hands “That’s where your hand should be... maybe a few other parts, if you’re down for that” he said casually “Don’t think I didn’t see how many boys like me were in your search history. Why didn’t you say something?” he asked earnestly, his eyes never leaving Chad’s for a second.