❝ 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐀 ! ❞

❝   well   ,   to be fair   ,   i’m not the one who started it.   ❞   patience runs thin as the other woman speaks   ,   eyes rolling back as his arms cross over his chest. barry didn’t have time for her   &   her shenanigans   &   should be focusing on heading out to his next assignment   ,   but he didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter   ,   sad to say. the princess of geneco always got her way whenever she desired something   ,   be it a surgery   ,  clothes   ,   jewlery   &   in this instance  ,   attention. hell   ,   if she wanted someone she could probably pay them enough to lure them to her   ,   the largo’s fortune   &   power so great   ,   it rivaled even most the most powerful   &   influential figures. how easy   &   tempting it was be just to reach over the table that kept them apart   &   silence her for good   ——   use skilled hands taught to take a life to keep amber sweet from ever speaking again. of course   ,   the repo man’s thoughts are only fleeting   ,   taking a breath as he pushes it back down the dark depths of himself   ,   trying all he can to stay focused   &   calm. a difficult task   ,   seeing as how easily the woman loved to try his patience.   ❝   don’t you have girlfriends or something to talk to about this stuff   ?   shoes are not really my forte. those heels on your shoes are longer   &   sharper than most of the knives i use.   they look stupidly painful. jeez   ,   the asshole that invented that crap really must of had something against women.   ❞

there is no formal reason to even be here     ,      it usually suffices to request the guards’ uniforms or dress code through an address made    ,    mostly passed on by genya    ,    and leave it at that .   though standard procedure has quickly become something the king has cast aside when it came to his relationship with his bodyguard     ,     opting for a more unorthodox approach from the design of his standard uniform   (    different than everybody else’s    )   to most other things     -    mostly as a convenient way to pursue their relationship and see barry as often as he could apart from the daily hovering next or behind his shoulder     ,      but also because he favours to plead his case .   “you do need to    ,     the standard uniform won’t fit the occasion this time .”  he hums more than he says it    ,    low rasp as he steps closer to his boyfriend  ,    hands in the others and looking down on him from the standing position  ,  always seeking more proximity since the accident happened    ,    and not being above coaxing it out any moment he could .  he likes the suit he chose   ,    something black and clean with fine golden pin-stripes woven into the material .  enough to set the american apart from the rest again   ,    but also subtle enough to not upstate the royals in attendance .  “ it’s a state function   ,   moi rezku.  everyone has to dress up a little    -     and while i would definitely agree with the sentiment you’d have to put the suit on first for me to get you out of it anyway .”  brazen smile    ,    fox’s mischief and affection clearly written over scarred features as blonde eyebrows rise in a mock-shocked reaction .   “it’s one evening .   i am sure you can make it through being the handsomest person in the room for one evening .”

he’d be lying if he didn’t like the way the king hovered above him for once   ,   hazel eyes with that familiar glint of mischief locking with his stern   ,   ocean gaze. or at least   ,   he tried to be serious   ,   but it was difficult doing so when they were alone   &   away from prying eyes. such pleasures were rare for the two of them   &   barry could never deny the king any sort of affection   ,   no matter how frustrated he might be. besides   ,   it’s not like he didn’t need it too   &   after his   ‘   almost dying   ‘   episode   ,   any moment they got alone was used to the fullest   ,   enjoying each other as if it might be the last time. mouth opens   ,   ready to complain more about the formal dress code for the upcoming function   ,   but it’s immediately closed shut at his final word   ,   a blush slowly blooming across pale skin. shit   !   flustering him was always the king’s goal   ,   the sudden compliment throwing him off for a moment   ,   but barry is quick to gain composure   ,   eyebrow quirking upwards as he tugs the king down to his level by the front of his shirt   ,   shaking his head.

❝   oh shut up.   ❞   knowing that his highness would not comply with his command   ,   he decides to take matters into his own hands. lips meld perfectly with his as he slowly melts against his smaller form, eyes fluttering shut   &   his grip loosens   ,   truly relishing the warmth that was his body against his own. barry is rather touch starved   ,   as is nik   &   it is easy to lose oneself in the midst of pleasure. that is what barry does   ,   accidentally   ,   body falling back onto the bed   ,   the hand loosely clutching the front of nik’s shirt assists in bringing the king down with him.   ❝   oh   ,   shit   !   ❞   barry gasps   ,   laughing a little at his blunder   ,   hoping he didn’t catch nik too off - guard. with a winning smile   ,   he gazes up at his lover   ,   maybe a little too happy in the current position they found themselves in.   ❝   you’re one smooth operator   ,   nik   ,   ❞   he purrs   ,   still shaking the giggles that left his throat as his hands rested against the small of his back.   ❝   if anyone’s the handsome one   ,   it’s you   ,   alright   ?   everyone’s gonna see us   &   wonder how their king could choose the weird   ,   freakishly tall american with crazy eyes.   ❞

❝   hank   ------   ❞   barry’s at a loss for words   ,   unsure exactly how to begin this already awkward conversation. this man started off as his enemy   ,   working for the group that had turned on him when he didn’t take out their target fast enough. they shouldn’t even be seen talking to each other right now. they’ve come such a long way on this strange journey   &   yet through it all   ,   despite shooting him in the arm   &   treating him like a piece of shit at almost every encounter   ,   hank still helped him. it confused the former soldier   ,   especially with their short history with each other. why tip him off   &   risk your own neck for him   ?   hank is a nice guy   ,   but no one is that nice.   ❝   i owe you one man   ,   i really do. but why’d you do it   ?   you could have gotten killed for what you did for me.   ❞

medical file    :     b. berkman  (   @actssassin   )     /    004.

“if you could sit still .”  words gritted through teeth     ,     yet no hint of most of the annoyance in the doctor’s voice    -    instead    ,     the same barren cadence the baritone is filled with in most any conversation .   he is focused now too    ,    another thing to add to the polished sound of his voice    ,    mind entirely occupied with prying the badly sown wound open again and re-applying stitches that would have it heal properly   ,   stop the blood flow    ,    not leave such a big scar    ,    and keep his patient from a blood infection or worse things .  gloved fingers move precisely and accordingly quick to minimize the pain    (   muscle memory after years of practice and work   )     ,   but the other man’s constant fidgeting is not helping the cause of the bad angle on his back .  not to mention the fact that he is already unstable    ,    and must have been all the day prior when he got injured    ,     and the information given from him and the guy that brought him in has been minimally enlightening at best .  and there is only so much the frankenstein can do when not knowing fully about the condition he is treating .  the fine scars on the other’s torso speak of combat   ,    combat-acquired certainly    ,    the thing around his wrist a giveaway for the doctor .  it leaves the taste of bitter memories on the roof of the doctor’s mouth    ,    but only for a moment    ,    and it is only noticeable to himself when he moves on with the needle and thread in his hands with more air between his hands and the other’s skin    ;    as if this could deny what the revelation did to him  .   well    ,    he tries to do his best and keep the guy from another scar and some bad memories    /     he made an oath for that .   “i know this hurts   ,    but if you don’t want to go to a hospital    ,    then you have to keep it together .  or else the stitches will open again when you move too much .”