man maker

“Every time you say oh god you’re calling  for my father.” Ares grunted, speeding up the rhythm of his finger thrustin into him until his knuckles felt the base of his ass and all he did in the moment was punch his insides. IT wasn’t until a minute passed that he slowed down back to a gentler pace and leaned in to peck his cheek.

He stiffened for a moment, and slidin his chair back stood up from it. Only to walk to the windows, beginning to lower the blinders one by one until leavin the room lihted only by the artificial light. Walkin to the door in the meeting room, he twisted close the lock and waved his hand to magically seal it as well. “There are no variations. Humans were made because Zeus wanted toys to fuck with.” He assured, beginning to switch. His height rose and almost doubled, the ceiling expanding with him. “We created Pandora to give humans and hold humans emotions, negative and non. And the kree made the inhumans for fun and experiment with our creation. The first were apes, basic, stupid. The rest, developed powers.” He walked towards him, looking down on him as his godly aura was still reduced not to melt the other down. “Inhumans have existed for too long, Luca. They’ve lived on the moon and the only ones that stood behind are a threat because they have no community or form of society. And conform to the lays of rebellion. For every Daisy Johnson there are thousands of Irina Pavlona, empathic feeded and killer. Thus. Control. Is. Needed. And seriously, you wouldn’t let Germany’s leader to speak for you why would a US inhuman citizen speak for a France’s inhuman citizen? Or do you think inhumans only exist on this country?”

Evan shifts to a younger, more teenager look, when graying his hair works no more to fool people. He fakes his death and makes a new life erasing any recollection of  his previous persona as his pesona. I.e.  people doesn’t remember how he looked like and pictures’ faces or portraits switch

Walkin inside the club despite it being closed, he fixed his jacket’s buttons before opening it. Eyes roamed the surface, rare for him to see it close. Yet again it was not opening hours to begin with. “TR, darling, you better listen to me with your full ears and not the half attention your kind normally puts.” Evander said, at loud to be heard, and partially to call the other’s attention so they came by.

He sat against the table by the entrance, an often improvised office where he could monitor the entrance and response if in need. When the door was open, and he was Buck coming in, he returned his attention to paperwork and rose his voice. “Safe day or day of many needs?” Evander asked, ready to take care of him if the answe was the later.

Sitting on the puffy booth by the corner he observed people walking around,men and women gathering clothes, observing them, touching them and once more leaving them in place. IT was not something fun, but it kept his mind busy while waiting for the other to come out of the testing room. Evan was not sure if his opinion was wanted or not, but he’d surely try to satisfy an ego need more than an actual  opinion thrown.

Smiling at the other, and cupping the back of his neck like one would  a can, Fangs was pulled away enough so he could see. His hand placed below the human’s body, beneath his cock, his balls, his hole.  Middle finger brushed through once more, and pushed in once more with the same length than before. The god’s hips began to follow after pushing his hand against the other and thus his finger inside, using the cupping as a grip to keep him in position so as his hip went down, his finger could get out. Soon, Ares found a regular rhythm with which to thrust.

Evander smiled, and shrugged, “I’m older, you’re younger. So young in deed that you are acting out as a brat and as far as I know only boys are brats. what would yuo prefer? Kid?” He rose a brow. “Because as far as I know not only I don’t know your name,” he said, raising a hand to enumerate, “you were also staring at me as if i was some model on a magazine, even thought that was long long time ago, and, lastly, you were disrespectful. So how else am I supposed to address to you? that’s the best word, boy. Unless you have a name to accompany your brat attitude, or would you rather me making it up? Maybe Brad.”