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CHAPTER ONEKOVAK Intercourse, Pennsylvania.Martan Kovak woke up with a start. His inner alarm hadn’t gone off at the wrong time. He knew where he was. One of the bodies beside Kovak shifted and moaned in a way usually reserved for intimate moments.Ugh.Kovak looked at the LCD calendar on the opposite wall— an odd day of the month; Snyder’s turn to spent time alone with Hugo.Kovak groaned and started to remove the covers to vacate the bed, so the other two could be by themselves. On his feet, he stretched, trying not to pay too much attention to the rustle and soft noises behind him, also to the increasing nonsense growing in his chest.Sharing the man he loved was atonement for Kovak’s past sins.
Hugo had accepted him back in his life when the relationship with Snyder was in its incipient stages, and, instead of giving the other man the boot, Hugo had decided to give them both a chance to make him fall in love. One thousand and ninety-five days later, all three were sharing a house and sleeping in the same bed but not exactly having three-ways every night.Snyder chuckled as Kovak bent to pick up his underwear from the floor.Kovak hadn’t bothered to put them on again after he and Hugo had sex before Snyder came home from an assignment last night.“I’d say those glutes are getting bigger and rockier with each passing day, partner,” Snyder commented “I can see you’re following the routine I found for you.” Snyder’s voice was husky in its morning rustiness. It tickled something inside Kovak.Pulling the black briefs up and casually turning to face the other two men, Kovak arched an eyebrow and smirked. “That routine wasn’t for my ass, you yahoo.
But thanks, Hugo’s having a lot of fun with this rockier and bigger version of my glutes.”Snyder saluted Kovak with his right hand then elbowed Hugo. “You’re welcome.”Hugo rolled his eyes, elbowing Snyder back.
Both were still spread over the bed, their bodies only half-covered by bedsheets now. “If you like his ass, just tell him you like his ass. There’s no reason for being beating around the bush amongst us.” Hugo’s eyes moved from Snyder (who was grinning like a moron) to settle on Kovak.
“Martan, you don’t have to go.”Hugo only called Kovak “Martan” when he truly wanted him to do something. It was an unspoken code between them.The few times they had tried to be all three together had been like Snyder and Kovak were brothers sharing a conquest— avoiding touching each other and barely making eye contact.
If Hugo wanted Kovak to stay, he would, just not as a participant but on the couch, watching the show and appropriately masturbating.Like a damn voyeur.Kovak nodded in agreement, removing his underwear. He noticed the quick but clearly deflated look both men had when he started moving toward the couch under the flashing LCD calendar. It was the first day of May, and they were officially off duty for seven days. He didn’t have to hurry to be anywhere else.Hugo pushed himself upward and rested his back on the upholstered headboard. The bed had come with the house, and Snyder had brought that headboard from some undisclosed location. By its materials, it'd definitely been a tropical place.“We didn’t kick you off the bed, Kovak,” Hugo sighed.“I know,” Kovak agreed, lazily stroking his cock. “But things had been organized in a certain way for a reason.”“Reasons and procedures can change,” added Snyder.“True.
Not today, though.” Kovak winked but didn't smile. Kovak could not say he didn’t like Snyder. The man was top of his trade, had a rocking body, and a winning personality.
Nevertheless, they were opposite ends of the same spectrum. If they had met in normal circumstances (without Hugo being the main reason for their paths to have crossed), they’d have probably been good comrades in arms, perhaps even friends, but never lovers.Snyder groaned. He looked from Kovak to Hugo and shook his head, yanking the sheets from Hugo’s lap. Hugo was hard and ready in all his morning-wood glory.Kovak’s own cock gained more consistency as Snyder caressed the nice piece close to him. Hugo’s swarthy skin always reminded Kovak of the cinnamon trees he’d seen in Zanzibar— dark and strong, fragrant and beautiful.With the three of them, it was all about contrast: in personalities, in skin colors, in points of view about many things.
Snyder and Kovak were both blond and with fair skin, even if Snyder had a hint of strawberry in both hair and complexion while Kovak leaned toward peaches and apricots.Kovak snorted quietly. Peaches and apricots were among the so-called stone fruits, and he could relate to that easily. Now a different correlation to peaches emerged as Snyder moved to all fours, his ass high and his face low, dragging his nose along Hugo’s shaft avidly inhaling a fragrance Kovak knew too well.Hugo combed Snyder long hair to one side.Something in the back of Kovak’s mind told him their lover had done that to give him a better view of Snyder’s actions. He swallowed hard, seeing Snyder’s lips wrap around Hugo’s cockhead.
The way Snyder used his plump lips to lower the foreskin always gave Kovak goose bumps. For a moment he considered how that mouth would feel around his own member.Hugo’s and Kovak’s eyes locked, and Hugo closed his eyes slowly with an imperceptible nod as if agreeing with him. Being caught by Hugo imagining Snyder’s mouth in his cock should have doused his arousal, and yet it had the exact opposite effect: his nipples hardened and a slight tremor spiraled over his body.Snyder worked with serious concentration; his big fist pumped the shaft as his head bobbed engulfing and releasing inches and inches with gusto.With one hand, Hugo traced the perfect concave arch of Snyder’s back on his way to rocky cheeks— unhurriedly, just a wide expanse to glide and enjoy.A finger disappeared inside Snyder’s hole. The mercenary moaned, his mouth still full of sweet Hugo, and Kovak groaned in response because the sound had touched him in a place that wasn’t supposed to be touched by that sound or the image accompanying it.Kovak knew it wasn’t a projection of his own reactions, knowing that Hugo also did these things to him. No, it was about Snyder; about how the mercenary gyrated his hips— eager for a deeper penetration; about the way his long pale lashes caught the emerging light of the morning as he closed his eyes to receive more of Hugo’s cock in his mouth.Three fingers were now readying Snyder. Kovak didn’t know what had changed, but this morning he had come to a new appreciating of Snyder’s form, of his reactions to Hugo’s touch. Kovak did not want to be just a silent spectator anymore; he wanted to be part of that, but his own conflict— his own sense of incomplete atonement kept him rooted to the spot.Snyder straddled Hugo, his back to Kovak, his long hair falling like an unruly sunny river down his wide shoulders.
Hugo spread those hard cheeks, exposing their sweet treasure. Snyder found his mark with one hand and guided Hugo inside him.Kovak held his breath. Snyder slowly lowered himself, taking it all with determination and abandon, the angle of his spine growing inward with every devoured inch.
Snyder and Kovak exhaled together when Snyder was fully seated and in control of Hugo’s cock.Kovak’s entire body tingled. The image before him and his memories entwined and swirled, bringing the flames engulfing his body to new heights.Snyder started to ride Hugo. First a soft roll, quietly increasing from trot to canter to gallop until it was full command and utter possession. Kovak worked his cock in tandem with Snyder’s motions, getting closer with each heartbeat, with each moan and grunt escaping the other two.Kovak’s hand became a blur, so in tune with Snyder, hoping it was Snyder. Abruptly, Snyder stopped. Kovak saw the rivulets of sweat sliding down the strong back and arms, damping strawberry hair.
Both heaved, perhaps lost in the sudden quiet.Snyder rested his brow over Hugo’s. He nodded as if coming to a realization. He straightened his upper body and turned to look at Kovak, his eyes wild and needy.
Snyder extended his hand, but the word came from Hugo’s mouth. “Come.”Kovak’s feverish brain thought they wanted to see him come, see him reach his climax for their enjoyment, but then he realized it had meant, “Come to us.”In a daze, Kovak went to his feet, hard and very close to bursting.Before Kovak could reach the bed, Snyder got off Hugo and lay on his back.Hugo moved on his knees to receive Kovak. He climbed on the bed, and Hugo gave an upward swept with his middle finger over Kovak’s leaking cockhead to scoop some precum. Kovak thought Hugo would lick it, but instead he put the now dripping finger on Snyder’s lips.Snyder took the finger in his mouth— his eyes locked with Kovak’s.Kovak felt lightheaded, and all he wanted to do now was to have his mouth sharing that finger with Snyder. And he went for it, covering Snyder’s body with his body, covering Snyder’s mouth with his mouth, tasting himself and Snyder in the same heartbeat.Hugo removed his finger from the equation, leaving Kovak and Snyder devouring each other’s mouths, their cocks grinding, the friction taking both higher and higher. Hugo started to masturbate, pushing his cockhead between their wrestling lips every two pumps.Soon Kovak’s mind spiraled, enthralled by the powerful man beneath his body and the hard cock teasing their united lips. Hungry, feral, he shared a growl with Snyder as the first drop of cum fell in their greedy mouths.
Hugo grunted as he came, more and more deliciousness reaching Snyder’s and Kovak’s taste buds.Hugo smacked his wet cock on Kovak’s cheek, and that was it. Kovak cried as his body convulsed, and cum burst over and over, drenching his crotch and Snyder’s. And Snyder grabbed Kovak’s ass and ground their drenched cocks together and came and came, forcing Kovak to swallow the mercenary’s howl of completion with a punishing kiss. Every Saturday the MM Romance Group on Goodreads post a picture so the members can create a 100-word story based on it.
These are my contributions for April 2019An experiment like me shouldn’t have survived, but here I was. Mankind has always dreamnt of wings and flying like birds. Now, I was first of my kind thanks to Alchemy— where science and magic married; its triumphant child after sacrificing a normal life for the man I love, for my creator.“I cursed you. You’ll never be free,” he said, tears flowing easily as I descended from among the clouds.“Shhh,” I wiped off his tears with soft kisses, “this gift is not a curse but a blessing.”He held me hard. Let’s fly.”.“Are you ready?” Fir asked.“I am,” Aarben said with a smile and released the magic, his legs promptly turning into a beautiful tail, strong arms holding him close.The flow of Aarben’s magic moved around them, calling Fir’s power as the sun kissed the waters.
It was time to seal the pact and forget life on land. Fir was ready to live among the merfolk— underwater with his soulmate.Their lips met as they descended with the sun, ancient power emerging from Fir’s soul, his legs no more.Day became night, and they swam happily toward their new home.“Do you know how hard it is to tire a Satyr?”“I wouldn’t have minded doing the job!”Eucrides sighed, narrowing his eyes. “It wasn’t about pleasure! We need his seed for the potion.”“I mean, look at that nice, thick vein,” Peron commented greedily. “How did you convince him not to finish in you?”“Taking a leaf from your book and implying I wanted some for later.” Eucrides made a face, not happy that he had to channel his naughty, younger brother.“Tell me you enjoyed it— at least a little.”Much to his dismay, Eucrides grunted, “I did.#flashfiction #microstories #mmromance #shortfiction #100words #menofgabbo #gabbodelaparra.
Every Saturday the MM Romance Group on Goodreads post a picture so the members can create a 100-word story based on it. These are my contributions for March 2019He’d been my guardian demon since I can remember, but now I want more than his protection— I want his affection. No, that’s not right; I don’t want it, I need it.All his thoughts are to be mine even if I have to risk my safety to make him see more than his prince; to see the man I could become to be in his strong, powerful arms and taste his mouth and skin.“You make me weak,” he said.I circled his waist, pursing my lips. “Is that a bad thing?”His hands found my ass. “Not anymore.”.Here, about to take his last breath, Bern couldn’t summon hatred for the man who’d held him tight so many nights.The explosion turned the world upside down before Bern lost consciousness.“Bern, love.”They’d all obviously died because Jurgen was calling him “love” when a minute ago he’d been ready to execute Bern.Opening his eyes, Bern found himself cradled in metal-covered arms, Jurgen's smile brilliant amid the still settling dust.“I couldn’t tell you, love.
I wasn’t sure if it will work.” Jurgen squeezed Bern to his chest. “’Cause I had to kill them all to save you.”.Once you got cast in the biggest mainstream movie about gay cowboys after Brokeback Mountain, you did your research. Not how to be gay but on how to be a cattle handler and stuff.Rancho Arcoiris was a gay Dude Ranch, not a sanctioned free-for-all hookup bonanza, but Brando was too hot with that 70s porn mustache and Outlaw deity muscles. The man hadn’t even tried to take his Stetson off as he knelt to slobber all over Marlon’s chunky son of a gun dick.Now they shared the outcome of his effort; the sun not even close to zenith.#mmromance #shortstories #flashfiction #menofgabbo #gabbodelaparra. OR SHOULD IT BE CROSSING HAMMER AND TRIDENT?SLASH GABBO STYLE.“’Sup, Fish boy?” Thor asked as Arthur dusted himself on the terrace.“Not much, Thunder Dude.” Arthur looked at Thor from head to toe. “Are you gonna stay all the way over there?”Thor rubbed the back of his neck. “I really don’t know what to do now that you’re an actual king.” He smiled sheepishly.“What’s that supposed to mean?
I didn’t give a damn when you finally got the crown of Asgard. Still tapped that sweet ass with no concern. TWOThe handsome soldier dreamed. Whatever he was dreaming had made his member swell up— long and curved.Beautiful.The soldier had cropped red hair and well-defined muscles with pale skin that in the luminosity of the oxygen tank glowed like a firefly.Only two men survived the wreckage: the redhead and a man with dark hair and a sulky expression on his somewhat older, sleeping face. The dark-haired man was bulkier than the redhead and, in reality, not bad looking. However, Aerides attention focused eagerly on the one that seemed younger because of the prophecy.
Every time a stranger with red hair entered their domain, they watched him closely.The red-haired soldier was in sound condition except for the contusion on the back of his head.The aura and health readings were more than promising. However, the dark-haired one had brown spots slithering around his aura. That could be a problem.Aerides felt relieved since the dark-haired man was to be in the custody of Mormodes. The redhead, on the other hand, was his charge. A reading with the person unconscious was the best way to analyze the true nature because there would be no external interference or distractions for the subject, and Aerides’s handsome subject had a very auspicious aura.The striking redhead awoke from his dream with a start, confusion instantly marring his sculptured features. Apparently, he thought it was water when he realized he was submerged.
Of course, their technology did not know of liquid oxygen yet. The young soldier tossed and thrashed desperately in an attempt to move up, seeking air perhaps.Realizing he could go nowhere, the soldier stood quietly for a moment. He noticed Aerides and instinctively covered his genitals. This amused Aerides because nudity was not an issue for the Atlantean. They covered their genitals for practical reasons, never out of self-consciousness or modesty. After several heartbeats, the soldier uncovered his genitals and stood stiffly, looking at Aerides with an intensely demanding glare. Pride and stubbornness shone in those green eyes.The man was handsome and, definitively, not a coward.
He was going to be a tremendously interesting charge. He started to pound the walls of the tank after a hand had flown to his throat. Obviously, he had not grasped, he could breathe the liquid surrounding him. Aerides made gestures for the man to calm, and to let him know that it was possible to breathe the liquid.Appease yourself; it will not kill you.The soldier swallowed some oxygen and made a funny face. Liquid oxygen always burned disgustingly with the first taste. It could not harm, but he would better use his nostrils.Use your nose. Aerides gestured to the soldier, and the man quieted.Aerides was deciding if the time had come to take the man out of the tank and into his custody when the soldier started to gesticulate to call his attention.
The man needed to evacuate his bowels hurriedly.Physical needs always hinder knowledge.Aerides moved to the controls beside the oxygen tank and began its draining. He realized his focus on the soldier was making the man glare again, so he looked away and used the time it would take for the process to be completed to review the Supreme Council meeting of the previous day.“My Lord Aerides, this assembly it’s not about history.”“Life is always about history, honorable Lady Cattleya. History is the record we use to avoid the repetition of unfortunate mistakes,” Aerides told the Head of the Supreme Council.“What does our history have to do with the outer-world?” Mormodes interrupted him.“A conflict, like the one they have at the moment, destroyed our civilization more than two thousand years ago,” Aerides answered softly, not to Mormodes, but to the assembly at large.“Ours was a religious war, Lord Aerides,” Mormodes retorted stubbornly.“Our spies reported the origin of their conflict was some groups wanting supremacy over others, honorable Lord Mormodes. Try to impose one’s ideas over others is the key again. It does not matter whether those ideas come from religion, philosophy, or politics— it’s all the same.”Lady Cattleya uttered softly, “Thus, you defend the position of those who want our people out of the outer-world conflict.”“Certainly. I speak on behalf of them.” Aerides surveyed the Supreme Council for reactions.“And you, Lord Mormodes, speak for those who want to influence the outcome of their war?”“Absolutely, Lady Cattleya.
We feel it is our fault since they are using the knowledge we gave them to destroy each other.”“Knowledge can always go either way,” Aerides interjected. When he noticed all eyes on him again, he added.
“But, intervene might disclose our existence, and we do not need that.”There were murmurs of approval among those assembled. “Lord Aerides have made a sensitive point.” Lady Cattleya nodded at him. “We certainly do not need our existence unveiled at this moment.” The murmur became louder than before.A childlike smirk surfaced on Mormodes’s face as he spoke, “We could send assassins to dispatch their leaders.”A unanimous gasp of shock escaped from the Supreme Council.
It swirled the chamber as a troubled wind presaging a storm.Aerides was furious. “Honorable Lord Mormodes, how many leaders must we kill to stop this war? One thousand? We might as well use our forces and annihilate them once and for all.” He browsed the other members for reactions. “Devastation is a lot quicker than stealthy, individual murders.”Mormodes stared at Aerides gravely. “You are twisting my words.”Aerides responded frankly, “Not at all, my dear Lord. In a war, one kill is the same as one thousand.
It will not make a difference if the core of the issue is not clarified and settled.”Lady Cattleya intervened, “My Lord Aerides, it was my understanding you were speaking on behalf of those against interference. Now you chant of annihilation.
I cannot comprehend your position.”Aerides grinned at Lady Cattleya and then to the whole assembly. “Our position is one and definitive. Let Kanpora resolve their differences on their own. Let Atlantis live in peace.”More than three-quarters of the Supreme Council cheered and applauded excitedly. Aerides looked at Mormodes and gave his opponent a sweet smile. Mormodes plainly fumed, looking mesmerizingly formidable.
He was not used to be defeated in this arena and they were usually on the same side of the discussion.Not this time.Aerides could not understand why Mormodes was so intransigent about this armed conflict in Kanpora. True, Mormodes felt somehow responsible for the outcome.
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It was his proposition which had encouraged them to give their atomic fusion technology to the outer-world scientists, although its purpose had been anything but warfare oriented.Atlantis used solar, hydraulic and aeolic energy. No need for minerals or deceased animals, nonetheless the people of the outer-world were inclined to use anything except the inexhaustible resources. The sun would always shine. The water would always run. The wind would always blow.
What could be easier?Anyway, Aerides had a theory about their motives, based on their meat-clogged brains. Nothing good could come out of animal flesh inside your body. The only external flesh healthfully allowed in your body was that received or given during passionate intercourse. He knew stories of people from Kanpora using animals for their pleasure, but that was not the Atlantean way, at least, not openly.Your body was yours to enjoy as long as all the parties involved were agreeable.There were no restrictions of sex or appearances, like the ones he knew restrained the people of Kanpora— a confinement created by belief systems abandoned by the Atlantean long ago. Precisely, because Religion had been the origin of the war that destroyed their civilization: Gods against a God.What people of the outer-world had not grasped yet was that they keep looking outside for something that was within.
In the end, all their deities were remarkably human-like in image and behavior, but it was because Divinity lived within all humans. They would get there, perhaps in another two thousand years.Mormodes brought Aerides back to the Supreme Council chamber. “For us, it just seems logical to stop them if what they are heading to is the destruction of the planet.”Lady Cattleya’s hand flew to her neck. “Are you implying they have achieved the power to do so?”“My dear Lady, it is not beyond the realms of possibility with the knowledge in their hands now.” Mormodes shrugged— a gesture that always made arousal stir inside Aerides.Mormodes was an excellent bed-partner and an eloquent man, but Aerides couldn’t let Mormodes’s guilt set Atlantis into a conflict that was not hers. “Knowledge we gave them, honorable Lord Mormodes,” he spread his arms toward the assembly, “with great expectations nonetheless, but misused.”“Precisely because it is our fault, we must stop them,” Mormodes retorted acidly.“Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?” Aerides voiced in Latin as he usually did when close to rage. “Appreciated members of the Supreme Council, Kanpora is barely recuperating from what they call their World War One. The people of the West Continent have not joined this new conflict.
There might still be hope from their diplomacy. We must remember that wars are also a way of the planet to attack overpopulation. They would reconcile their contradictions at the end.
We have seen this time and time again. We cannot allow guilt to guide our actions in this matter.”Before Mormodes could riposte to that, Lady Cattleya raised her hand to stop him. “We have run out of time.
The members of the Supreme Council would meditate on these concerns, and we will assemble again in three days.”As everyone rose to leave, Mormodes sent a very harsh glare his way. Aerides sighed. So much for a nice exchange with him later that night; Mormodes surely would not be in the mood for penetration. He would allow Mormodes appeasement on his own terms. He could go a couple more days without an exchange of fluids, so there was no need brave neighbor’s sulky mood.On his way out of the Supreme Council Building, Aerides received information on how their defenses had wrecked two vessels from the West Continent, and that was how he had ended in front of the handsome red-haired soldier.The tank was about to be completely drained.What the people of the north part of the West Continent called themselves? Yes, Americans, but was that not the name of the entire continent, instead of just the one country?Well, who was he to understand how they managed their appellations.Aerides introduced himself, after welcoming the soldier. He waited until the tank drained completely and opened it for the soldier to exit.
He offered his hand to help the man, who was shaking slightly, to step out. “What is your name?”The redhead answered in a monotone. “Jeremiah Davidson. Fire Control Technician Third Class. Twenty-six, sixty-nine, forty-seven.”Aerides chuckled. “I cannot believe that long string of words is your name.
Give me something short, just as I gave you. See?” He made the gesture of something little putting his left hand’s thumb and forefinger close together. “Aerides.”The soldier repeated the same nonsense over and over like a talking block of ice, staring ahead and ignoring Aerides. Maybe the soldier had not liked him chuckling.Aerides put his hand on the tense bare shoulder. “You are not a prisoner.”The striking soldier looked Aerides in the eye, green lightning burning from those depths. “Then, I demand to return to my ship immediately.”. The first M/M Romance I ever read was Slave Boy by Evangeline Anderson.
Years later (in 2011), I wrote this fanfic, imagining them ten years after their adventures in the book.P.S. A title, gone to the Book of Titles, which inspired some 600 hundred words.Velia Soria Living Block 1269Ding Dong.Aurelio 'Elio' Blaze took a bite of his supper before turning his attention toward the door. Well, the pizza was technically his breakfast since he had just awoken an hour ago, and was finishing his meal to get ready for the graveyard shift at the Arcane Institute.' 'There is a level three demon outside your door, Elio,' Kenneth, the house computer, informed.Elio chewed and swallowed before moving to his feet, cleaning his mouth with a napkin. 'Level three demons ringing my doorbell at this hour,' he huffed under his breath.Kenneth opened the door as soon as Elio faced it.Dang.The demon was kind of hot in a let's go to the leather bar, shoot pool, throw darts and then suck face for a while way. 'How can I help you?' I'm here,' the demon said.
His voice was like something delicious bubbling in a very deep cauldron.' I can see that.' Elio eyed the well-toned body, clad in leather and mesh. 'You called me.' The demon smiled, blood-tinged skin made his white teeth spark, and they looked almost normal albeit a bit pointy.'
I did no such thing.' Elio shook his head. 'I'm pretty sure you got the address wrong, and I need to get ready for work.'
He looked up at Kenneth's camera and jerked his head, the silent order to close the door.Before the door finished sliding, the demon put half his body into the space, preventing it from closing. 'The thing is,' the demon smiled again, his golden eyes shining mischievously, 'you're the first mortal I see, so I'm latched onto you until I find the person who actually called me.'
He pushed the door open and entered the apartment. 'Unless you did call me and just changed your mind.' The demon winked.Elio wasn't as big as the demon, but he had powers; he wasn't a Protection Mage at the Arcane Institute just for shit and giggles. 'Dude, what kind of bullshit is that? I never heard of a demon latching onto the first mortal they see when summoned.' Since the idiot seemed unable to go on his own, Elio would give him a hand. 'What's your name?'
He used the imperial voice.' In this plane, you can address me as Mr. Nocta,' the demon answered compelled by the supernatural tone.' What is your purpose in this plane, Mr.
'To punish the man who hurt you.' Elio rolled his eyes.
'The man who hurt whoever summoned you. Who happens to not be me.' 'If you say so.' Nocta shrugged. 'I can't go back without fulfilling my purpose.'
'By now you must have realized I can send you back, haven't you?' Elio cocked his head.' You can try,' Mr. Nocta said softly, a smirk firmly planted on his handsome face.Elio flailed his arms, about-facing.
'You know what? I don't have time for this. I need to get ready for work.' He stared longingly at the two remaining slices of meat-overload pizza.
'You didn't even let me finish my frigging pizza!' He moved away from the demon. 'Do not touch anything,' he said over his shoulder before reaching his bedroom door.' There's nothing here I need to touch.' Nocta sounded like he was holding back laughter.Asshole.' Elio didn't finish.
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There was no point.His bedroom door closed with an anticlimactic whoosh behind him.#mmromance #menofgabbo #demons #mages #nearfuture #paranormal.
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