"Oh what fun to kill someone."

He was getting ready for his work - a cup of coffee, a quick shower and then it was time to get dressed into one of his expensive suits. He loved wearing one, it was something he had grown used to over the time. While he was still waiting for his coffee to cool down a bit, he leaned towards the window to catch a glance, the weather seemed rather good, so he wouldn’t have to worry about getting rain on the suit. As he took a sip from his coffee, he reached for his phone, he couldn’t help but chuckle. (text; Anthony) You’re welcome - I have a busy day ahead, unfortunately. And I like a coffee and shower before I leave. I’m your personal wake up service now  (text; Anthony) I’m not easily to be scared away. I have to go now - but I’ve saved your number ;) He emptied the cup, and for the first time, he didn’t want to go to work, he had a couple of questions he wanted to ask Anthony, who was the guy? How old was he? Small things, but he wouldn’t have the time for it now. With a sigh, he left his house, drove to work. The first hours were filled with meetings, he couldn’t check his phone or even touch it, it would be seen as impolite. Normally, he didn’t give a fuck but now? He wanted to send him something. Anything. As he had a few minutes, he pulled the phone out of the desk, and opened a new message. (text; Anthony) Are you free tonight? I’d like to know more about you.  Daniel was that forward, he didn’t hide behind some excuses, but he was curious, and not knowing who was behind the mysterious stranger, wasn’t easy. But he didn’t want to be too pushy, so he wouldn’t just ask him out right away. It was far too early, maybe they were completely different and Anthony wouldn’t like him at all. 

         It’s just another day. At least, Anthony expects the day to go smooth at the company he worked for. There is just something about the whole thing of exchanging messages with a stranger that brings a smile to his lips. For some reason, he likes it. It’s almost like a way for him to be himself without really… being himself. Like exploring that side of him, his wants and needs and somehow preparing himself for the real world when the time would come. Hopefully, he would be able to talk to guys personally without stuttering or being a complete and utter idiot.

        And in a way – he has Daniel to thank for that.

        The messages exchanged make him smile as he jumps off his bed and starts to get ready. Clothes are neatly picked, water heating for a quick coffee while he showers. Hands slowly travel south as he thinks about the naughtier photos he had received that night and for a second – his fingers close around the base of his hardening cock. Just for a second. If he did that, he would be late for work. Never before he was late. Working in an important firm in the law department had several perks – but in return, he needed to work. To be the best that he could be and that included not getting late.

       Luckily, despite a few minutes stuck on traffic, Anthony managed to get to work just in time. All he needed now was a coffee and get ready for a lot of paperwork and drafts regarding the company laws with second and third parties. The big boss was a smart man. Everytime something new came to the light of day, he would re-adjust the rules of the company so that he could stay several steps ahead of the competition. It was hard work… but it did pay well. Probably a lot better than other jobs would.

       It was when Anthony was taking a break and massaging the bridge of his nose that his phone buzzed, a number that he quickly recognized from the night before. So, it did seem that Daniel was also having some time off from whatever he did for a job. He did have a job, right? There had to be more of him than just a handsome penis and long, muscled legs.Things that sooner or later he would eventually need to ask since… well, it would be nice to know a bit more about the man he was crurrently engaging in conversation.

[ text to Daniel ]: I’m always free around 7pm.

          Wait… was Daniel… asking him out?

Daniel enjoyed this more than he should. It was just a random stranger - with a name now, and the conversation would end soon, when they parted for the night or even earlier. Something he shouldn’t get used to, at all. There was a reason why he didn’t like to rely on people, on anyone out there than himself, even if it was just for fun. It was so easy to avoid disappointments, especially when it was about some random flirt. Or - whatever this was right now. (text; Anthony)  I like sports, yes - running is what I need to get rid of some stress from the day. You are a good observer ;) He sighed, placed the phone on the sofa, and decided to take a break. Maybe he should just switch it off for now, and get some sleep. The next day would come soon enough, with that a lot of responsibility and appointments. The fun part of being who he was.  That was when he reached for the phone and actually switched it off. He didn’t owe Anthony anything, not a good night, nothing, right? What for? Shaking his head, he slipped under the blanket, stretched out and fell asleep soon after. As the next morning came, he woke up the moment the sun was shining through the window. Daniel automatically reached for the phone, switched it back on as every morning. What he hadn’t expected was a message  - and an attached picture. Well fuck. Even though he hadn’t replied the last night anymore, it wasn’t bad - leaving him a bit on his toes to whatever this was, never harmed anyone. With a smile on his lips, he replied. (text; Anthony) Now that’s something to wake up to - really nice. I wouldn’t recommend to be with those pants around me, it would be very hard to concentrate. Or I’d just wanted to touch. I’m sometimes  brutally honest - but damn. Who said nudes are actually hotter?

         Maybe he was a bit too excited with this. Which was ridiculous. Anthony knew that what he was doing was… well, not wrong but something he wasn’t used to. Flirting with a man? Sending him a personal picture which he had never once done before? But at the same time, it was easy to talk to someone without knowing who they were. Without looking at their face and getting utterly nervous and a babbling mess. In a way, he was thankful for Daniel. It helped him become someone braver – even if he would never do the same in person. He couldn’t do stuff like that in public.

        So he waited for a response to the picture he sent – one that never actually came. A part of him wondered if he had scared Daniel. Maybe sending him the picture had been wrong and now that he had something, they would never exchange a message ever again. It was the sort of thought that scared him. Terrified him, even. It was hard for him to be like this. Flirty. With Connor – his brother made it look so easy while to him it was probably the most difficult thing in the world. No response came. Maybe Daniel fell asleep since it was late or he just didn’t care anymore. They had fun, it had been nice but… they were just strangers. No one owned the other anything, right? At least, that would be what Connor would say.

         The phone buzzed before his alarm clock would even make himgrunt. With a loud growl, Anthony slapped the bedside table hard enough to curse while searching for his phone. And with one eye open and the other closed, he read the message. In a way, he was relieved. Daniel had answered and he didn’t run away after the picture being sent. He was still there. Whoever the man was. He didn’t run away from him. Chances were that he was just tired and decided to rest.

“Yeah?” his interest is intrigued somewhat, though if he was being honest he really wasnt looking for a date at all. Dean was tired of the one night stands or the hookups that ended in nothing but him waking up to to empty bed. The man had his fun growing up, and boy did he have FUN. The Winchester was turning a new leaf over- or at least thats what he thought he wanted. Brows now furrow at the other as he sort of turns back to his desk grabbing for his coffee cup, bringing it to his lips, gaze never leaving the sight of Connor across from him.  “you know for not asking me on a date, it sure as hell sounds like one.” Deans sure to point out, now crossing his legs over one another. He did like the idea of this though- privacy an all but he wasnt about to just flat out say yes an agree to it. After all Dean found it amusing watching Connor attempt to contain himself, along with the rest of the office- pretending he didnt notice or care at all. 

         “You think I’m asking you on a date?” A date? That wasn’t exactly what Connor did. Maybe go out to drinks and end up kissing and jerking each offer off. A date would imply take the other person home , waiting and praying for a kiss at the end. Why not just skip a couple of steps and go straight to the part where one has their pants around their ankles while the other uses their mouth for a lot more than merely talking? But that was his way to view things.

        As far as he knew… maybe Dean wanted a date.

                Sometimes he wasn’t sure when Connor was being serious and when he wasn’t. His humour was a fine line, laced with sarcasm. Which he usually liked, because a boring humour was just not his type. He needed a good laugh now and then, and he was one of the persons who could laugh about themselves too.  WIth a sigh, he searched for the towel, dried himself off and got his clothes that were somehwere plastered across the room. One day, he should at least learn to place those things carefully over a chair. Now it was too late for that anyway. Clearing his throat, he got dressed, re-adjusting the tie so he wouldn’t look that messy when he’d appear in the meeting. People would still wonder why his shirt was so wrinkly, but he had the jacket over - why did he bother himself anyway with what people thought? He had to keep that last thougt, those last words Connor had gave him - including that very tempting ass - out of his head for now. Or else he’d just forget his own rule of leaving: Fuck. Would he really do that, send him those things? Yes, he probably would. “I’m out now - and Connor?” he didn’t peak into the bedroom, just in case. “If you don’t get any attention by sending me something, then it’s because I’m standing in front of people talking - the attention comes soon enough.”  That being said, he hurried out of the door, trying to concentrate on his actual task now, that had everything to do with his work, and not Connor’s naked body (but damn).

        Well… he did understand. Daniel was a busy man and he needed to work. While being greedy was a trademark of being who he was, Connor also was aware of how important it was to work. He didn’t want to let Daniel go. A part of him wanted to be greedy. A part of him wanted Daniel to stay. To cover his body with that muscled frame and rub his scruff all over his body. To make him feel wanted. Desired. Feel like he actually mattered to someone rather than… well, being himself.

        Temper aside, Connor ran his fingers over his hair and returned to the bedroom, falling on his back in the comfortable mattress. He didn’t like Daniel leaving – but he did understand. And he also knew how much fun he would have sending Daniel naked pictures of what he was doing or what he could be doing if the older man would be in bed with him. “I am aware of that. And if you feel your phone buzzing constantly – that’s my way of saying how badly you are missed in this bed. I may get no attention for one hour…” But he would fucking nuke Daniel’s phone with nudes.

        No one fucking ignored Connor Morgan Walsh.

        So he waited. Ten minutes… twenty… Daniel was probably at the company now. Twenty-five minutes – he was now shaking hands with the investors. It was definitely the time for the first of many. Connor ran his fingers through his hair and the first picture was taken, quickly sent to the his absent lover.

“You need to get this off.” he muttered it seconds before he stormed off to the bathroom. He had sended the discomfort, the change of his mood, the difference with the heartbeat. Sometimes it was easy to see what would happen.  Normally, Daniel was very stubborn when it came to his decisions, when one was made, he didn’t just change them. There was a reason why he had decided something - but right now? Maybe Connor was right.  “Maybe we are both not really able to form a proper plan because this is a situation no one ever thought we’d be in. One fact is that it’s maybe easy to find this place here. Now…” Daniel got up, and followed him over towards the bathroom - after having cleaned up the ground with the shirt, that would be one for the bin anyway. “I have a little cabin outside the town, near a lake, it’s a property from my father, but it has always been secret, no one knows about it, and it isn’t in any plans, or anywhere. The thing is that…” he paused and sighed, wonderful timing for that topic, really. “I am part vampire. When I get wounded and heal, I need to get some…blood. Or my senses aren’t working as well, and everything slows down.” he didn’t mention the hunger, he was lucky that he was strong minded and in control about that. “At the cabin, I have some - bloodbags. I know how weird that sounds, but that’s how it is. I think it would be a plan that I stay there for now, because when they see you out there, they know where you live.” His head wasn’t really forming any perfect idea, he felt too weak, still. “You can be that out for me in the company, but afterwards? Can you turn into a shadow and get to a place without anyone seeing you?” He didn’t dare to touch him, no matter if he stood right behind him, tempted to wrap his arms around him. The truth was he had no idea how things were after that - of course Connor wanted to help him, but that didn’t mean anything about them. 

       There was so many information to be processed. So many things that threw him out of the loop. And to think working for Annalise Keating had been the most complicated thing he had ever done in his entire fucking life. Joke was on him now. Dealing with supernatural and wolves, vampires, assassins… It was the sort of thing that happened in movies. One of those huge productions created by someone with a popular name and a deep wallet. But this wasn’t a movie, was it?

     Connor looked towards Daniel, seeking to remind himself that mere hours ago the two of them were naked in bed. They had sex more times than he could count. Was the fact that Daniel wasn’t human a negative answer? Would things between the two of them change? Their dynamics? Maybe. Maybe not. Ultimately, Daniel was still Daniel. Whether he was a human or a wolf or a blood thirsty vampire. He had plenty of opportunities to off him if he was a bad person. Instead… they fucked and kissed and spent time together in a no-strings-attached deal.

      Joke was on them this time.

      “Here.” Without looking – cause it would make it more real – Connor stretched his arm and presented it to Daniel. “Drink.” It was probably bad but they needed Daniel to be operational. “It’s not the first time a guy bites me. It will be the first they drink my blood but you won’t be the first to sink your teeth in my skin. We need you to be okay. We need you to be at full capacity. I will handle the company and then you will text me the address and I’ll meet you at the cabin.” The question of being a shadow however… it did made Connor laugh. All he needed to do was text Frank Delfino and he would fucking vanquish. There was always a way. A shady way – but a way nonetheless.

            Jack was a little unsure when the other man told him not to worry about the danger, but that didn’t mean he wanted to go back outside and face the weather, he wanted to stay right there where it was warm and dry. Maybe he needed to vent a little, or perhaps he really should keep his mouth shut. Clearly Jack hadn’t learned anything from the time he’d left home. But like hell he was admitting that either when he thought this would be a second chance. Had he really been that far off the mark?

          “Thank you—again. I’m probably going to say that a lot.” He wasn’t even thinking about how much he was running his mouth, so maybe Jack wasn’t wrong about that. But either way, he wasn’t a Prince anymore, he didn’t have that extra protection nor could he expect it. When the storm passed he would have to remind himself of that. Even if a man like this was what he needed right now, someone who Jack didn’t think cared who the hell he was, though he could have been wrong about that too.

           A surprised laugh left Jack’s lips when he heard that. “I’d say that I’m not easy, but the last person I slept with was my bodyguard, so there is that.” He’d needed that laugh too. Not that the smile would last for long. He just kept his face even and followed Connor through to the bathroom, standing in the middle of it awkwardly for a moment before looking back at the other man, starting to peel off his jacket. He wanted that warmth already.

          “Thanks…see, I told you I’d be saying that a lot.”

         Being a good fucking Samaritan was not the type of thing Connor did. Or used to do, for that matter. Growing older and becoming more responsible had that sort of effect on people. They would do things that they didn’t do before. Like helping a complete stranger, inviting him into his house and telling him to shower with warm water while he would fetch clothes that belonged to him for the other man to wear. God fucking damn. People do change.

       “You slept with your bodyguard? At least, he guarded your back. He did his job.” What a cliche comment and cliche move. It was almost like it had came out of a bad porno. “I can’t blame him. I’d sleep with you too. Well… we wouldn’t sleep that much but that is completely besides the point.” And there you have it. He still had it. The lack of absolute shame. The flirting with someone that he had just met. Well, in his defense, Jack was his type of man. Handsome and completely fuckable. Maybe not all the things changed. Maybe there would always be a part of him that would feel the need to make his opinion heard, almost like a rebel. Even if that meant stating how hot someone was.

Daniel chuckled out loud as he read the first replies - oh, if he just knew what had been going on, he’d probably laugh about him. Normally, he wasn’t the type to try out a dating app, because he just had to out in a bar and could take home someone within 10 minutes. But - and that was the fun part - he had just invested money for said App, because it was very often used, and he had the technical advantages that they wanted. So they were about to develop a new extension for the app, his company wouldn’t be named, but still having a part of the IT design. So of course he had wanted to try it out before - and after. Somehow he had ended up with a chat, and a phone number - which had either been fake or he had entered it the wrong way. Anyway - the guy hadn’t been of any interest for Daniel at all.  (text; stranger)  that lucky person isn’t even important, i was playing around with an app, no intention of hooking up. Just being curious. In fact, he hadn’t been lying. He could have said anything, but he didn’t want to lie at all. Daniel smiled as he had a name to the unknown person - somehow he was relieved to know it wasn’t a girl. Now, he did like women too, but it would have been just that bit more awkward knowing he had sent that to some girl. (text; Anthony)  you’re cute, Anthony. :)   I’m dressed when I’m out for work, or generally when I’m outside my house. Inside not so much.               [pic sent]  (text; Anthony)  See, that was not accidently. 

       This was the sort of thing that… he didn’t do. The whole pseudo-flirting and talking to some guy he had just met. Somehow, it was easier to do things over text. Not having to see the guy’s face or his smile. Those things tended to make him nervous. Then, the babbling would come and eventually the stuttering – ending up with him being absolutely awkward and end up alone. Maybe that was why he didn’t do flirting. And guys. Figuring things out was still his top priority at the moment.

      Sitting on his bed, Anthony ran his fingers over his dark raven hair, his reflection mimicking his own actions. It was a fun concept. Ending up exchanging messages with a complete stranger and all due to an accidental picture. Speaking of picture – a second one made his phone buzz and Anthony couldn’t help but to arch an eyebrow and blush at the long legs in display. Someone was fit enough to have muscled legs. Long… legs.

[ text to Daniel ]: You do have nice legs too. Something tells me that you go out running or practice some sort of sport?

      He had a nice penis, legs… was the rest of the package just as nice as what he had seen and talked to? Biting his bottom lip, Anthony waited a couple of seconds, fingers browsing his own pictures. Most of them didn’t show his face so it wouldn’t be that problematic. But at the same time… to send one of those? Would he dare to do something like that? Connor would press send on the spot. But… he didn’t need to show any skin… did he?