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The Belford and Lopez families had a long, complicated history. While the Lopez family was known as being the largest crime family in New York, the Belford family always seemed to be fighting them for the title. That just wasn’t Lorenzo’s dream. He didn’t care for his father’s petty war over drugs, weapons, and people. Lorenzo did his best to stay away from all of the violence. One thing just kept him coming back to the city. To the woman that had raised him. 

“You look beautiful,” Lorenzo said to the matriarch of the Lopez family. He kissed the woman on the cheek before sitting down beside her on the large couch. Some wine was already poured for each of them with a third glass sitting off to the side. Enzo noticed it immediately, but waited to address it. After pleasantries were out of the way he decided to ask. “Are we expecting someone else?” As the words left his lips, he heard someone walking into the room. 

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“I thought you were gonna shower after practise.” Todd greeted Levi with a passionate kiss as he pulled him into the apartment. He kicked the door shut, his hands immediately tugging at Levi’s shirt. “Or were you planning on getting me up close and personal with your pits all along?” Todd teased, “Only question is where’d you want me to put my mouth first?”

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Raf began to grow a bit anxious as he locked the door behind him. Not because of his company, like many would think. Isaac had a confidence about him that would make even the strongest of mean weak at the knees, but this was far from the first time the professor was called over to his apartment. The main reason for the bundle of nerves gathering at the pit of his stomach was the statue sitting in the corner of the guest room he turned into a home studio.

It was his largest piece to date, and yet it felt like it took little to no time. It was a little bright compared to his usual work, a little lighthearted even, but he blamed that on his reference picture (and the small bout of nostalgia that fueled the painting). It was the view from the apartment he lived in growing up, a blurry picture taken from a disposal camera paper clipped to the large canvas.

With the older’s hand in his, he led him into his world away from the rest of the world and started to explain himself. “I found this picture while I was moving some stuff around, and it got me inspired. It was kind of last minute, but I really like how it turned.” He looked over the canvas, standing just a little taller than he did, before his gaze fell back to Isaac. “What d’ya think?”

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“Okay. I know you’re going this on purpose.” The quiet ‘thud’ of Liam sitting on the edge of his desk drew Kinthos from his work. Immediately, his gaze dropped to admire the way his lover’s gym shorts framed him ass. “How am I supposed to focus on writing when you’re walking around looking like that?” He paused, “Let me taste it. I need to. I can’t get your ass outta my mind, Liam.

“Please?” He walked around the desk to kneel in front of Liam. “I’m beggin’ you: what’s it gonna take for you to let me eat your ass?”

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Ezra's fingers trailed slowly over the arm of his chair, a melodic tap-tap-tapping that seemed to lull all thoughts from his mind. People assumed that power was something easily attained and maintained; that an iron fist wielding a whip against any who opposed him would be enough to keep them in line. But here, Ezra was not only respected; he was loved.

His eyes closed, and his nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath, attempting to quell the feeling of violence that threatened to burst forth from him like water from a dam. At least, that was the role he played; it was all part of a facade that he had crafted to protect himself and his people and the only light in the tapestry of darkness that his life had become. No one could know how gentle he really was, especially not the other families that lurked seated around the table.

A sound disturbed the rhythm of the tap-tapping, and he opened his eyes to see Carlos Lopez entering the room. The sight of him was like a balm on Ezra's soul, calming his racing heart and easing away any dark thoughts that had been plaguing him. He gave a contented smile. Carlos—the only other person in whom he confided. The one with whom he shared a bed and a life.

"You're late," he said, the perfect measure of scorn and amusement in his voice. His every word dripped with discontent and desire, the secrets that they shared colliding in his throat. There was a job to do—His father's men in the Yakuza were not the only ones targeted whilst he was... distracted—but the danger of it was alluring. All the same, he kept his voice low, preserving their affection in an ode to discretion.

"Go ahead, tell us all about it," he said, gesturing to the seat at the head of the table. Right across from him. "Come and sit. One last bit of business before the others leave, hm?"

First Call/Last Call Noah x Dell

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"Well," Dell said with a smirk. "You look like you're having a ton of fun, hmm?"

Daddy's had gotten a big payday off of this little soiree to basically run an open bar. And they were lucky they'd hired Daddy's. Dell supposed rich folk just liked getting as drunk as anybody and the waiters had flunked off at the first opportunity after the cake had been cut. The wedding had certainly devolved after they'd sent the bride and groom off to boot.

Now everybody was half drunk and it was frankly just getting a little weird as the repressed started to get to a place where Dell was about to cut'em off so nobody pulled a fire alarm.

"Last call handsome. No matter how much you beg."

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In the two short years since Nathaniel had taken the throne, he’d managed to completely rearrange the royal staff to his own liking, like pieces on a chess board. Although he’d always admired the way his late father ruled, there was always room for improvement. And there were bound to be those in court who opposed him. Most of which were sent to the guillotine and used as an example.

But when Noah turned on him, he decided to make an exception. It would be a shame to put his beautiful face and immaculate body to waste. So Nate decided instead to keep him around. As a pet. Nate was surprised at how easy the hulking man was to break. He took to the brainwashing so well.

“Hello there, my pet”, Nathaniel hummed as Noah was thrown to his feet by a couple royal guards, wearing nothing but a pair of white braies. Nate knelled down a bit, running his fingers through the man’s wet hair. “How was your bath? You smell divine.” Nate’s words were gentle, yet condescending. Like he was speaking to a dog.

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“That’s–––”

A PAUSE, glancing down at his VARSITY JACKET with the quietest of defeated sighs before running a hand across his own features.

“–––that’s gonna stain.”

LAUNDRY DAY was soon fortunately so perhaps it wouldn’t be TOO difficult to get out, but he figures if nothing else at least he’ll have a NICE DAY in.

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Ty sat at one end of the couch, eying Josh who sat at the other. He was supposed to go to a rave with another one of his friends, hence why he had the drugs so readily available, but the party ended up getting shut down. He didn’t actually expect his friend to take them when he offered, so he was a bit shocked when he did. Still, he wasn’t one to back out at of something like this. And so he cut up the lines, did his, and instructed the other on how to do his.

It had been a few minutes, what he considered to be enough time for things to have started to kick in. So, being the ‘responsible’ chaperone he was, he looked Josh over in order to make sure he was handling things alright. “You alright, dude? You’re quiet. I dunno if that’s good or bad.” He commented as he leaned in to get a better look at his friends. The drugs were starting to take an effect on him, but it was a feeling he had been long familiar with.

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“Yes, Sir,” he said as he listened to Zalim. Part of him was annoyed that his brother had to pull rank on him, but another part was aroused, mostly because of what he was planning on doing to Zalim in return at home. Jack licked his lips, a secret signal and habit when he did this. Zalim finished his shift before him and headed home. It was an hour before he even left the hospital, then a thirty minute ride home. Plenty of time for Zalim to get dinner ready and wait for Jack in his position. The car arrived in the driveway, Jack slamming the door so Zalim could hear from inside. If Zalim was feeling like a good boy, he'd be on his knees prostrated and ready to make up for his attitude at work. 

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When Theo said he'd do whatever it took to get into Scott's good graces again, he hadn't thought that Theo would take him seriously when he off-handedly made a comment about eating his ass. But Theo had, and with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. "Shit." Scott panted, reaching back to grab the back of Theo's head and pull him against his ass even harder. "Should've told you to choke on my dick..."

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It was late and the moonlight illuminated the forest floor. Henrik had already shifted into his wolf form and was now running between the trees. Some time passed before he eventually found a meal. The wolf tore into the deer and began to eat, almost forgetting about the world around himself entirely. He could barely react when the gun was shot. Henrik howled in pain and tried running before collapsing about ten yards away. The wolf shifted back into his human form. He clutched the wound and held it tightly to prevent any further bleeding. 

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“When you asked me to wrestle, the odds were already against me. But this was downright unfair.” Oscar panted with exhaustion as he looked up at Jackson. His friend had seen fit to tie his hands behind his back before they started, leaving Oscar at the mercy of all manner of creative pins from Jackson. “I can’t tap out. You’re gonna have to take your victory seat and count me out.” He squirmed as Jackson’s ass began to fill his vision, “---Wait. You’re not gonna sleeper me out, are you?”

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“Josh?” Lark had a look of confusion on his face as he looked at the other man. “What are you doing here?” Lark was on his bed just relaxing when Josh made his way into his room. “I’m studying, you know? Can’t get into vet school with grades like yours.” Lark joked with a cheeky grin.

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The evening moon filtered in through the small, clouded window panes, giving a soft silver glow to the room. Ezra sat at the long wooden table, illuminated by two burning candles that had been placed on either side of him. He ran his fingertips over its polished surface, tracing the intricate carvings and patterns around him. The aged leather of the chair creaked beneath his weight, a reminder of its age and wear.

The lodge was warm and inviting, filled with comforting aromas that drifted in from the kitchen nearby. He could hear faint conversations coming from outside, blending into an unfamiliar language or simply no sound at all. Time seemed to stand still in this immutable space, allowing Ezra to collect himself in the stillness of the moment.

He allowed his gaze to travel around him, taking in the details; from the iron chandelier that hung above him to the solid oak floor beneath his feet. A cold stone fireplace was tucked away in the room's corner, its flames glowing orange and yellow.

Ezra slowly leaned back in his chair and let out a breath. He felt safe here, surrounded by the warmth of this space and its inhabitants. A reminder of how lonely he had been before coming here, even when he was surrounded by the family he had only just met. He savored the moment, letting it wash over him like a soothing balm.

Footsteps approached, breaking through his reverie. His eyes widened as an unfamiliar face appeared before him; a man with striking umber eyes and muscles that seemed to fill his shirt to bursting. An imposing figure. One that Ezra couldn't keep his eyes off.

"Hmm..H-hello?" Ezra stammered, not knowing what to say.

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Jose was doing his best to enjoy his food. The day had been hard enough as it was without the group of frat fucks acting like this was a keg party directly behind him.

After turning towards them he could see one of them pounding on the table demanding another drink “Hey! Asshole. You mind keeping it down, not all of us are up to hearing that bullshit tonight”

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