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His eyes went from Frank’s face to the hand on his knee. Jake had always suspected Frank was gay too, but despite being so close as friends when they were young and still living in that town, neither of them had had the guts to spill the truth out. in fact, it had taken years and years with lots of therapy and courage to come out to his family. After that, things went smoother and Jake was out and proud. His work required him to be less on the nose about it, sure, but on weekends, he was just fine being himself. “That is where I’m not so sure. And forgive me for putting it so bluntly, but I couldn’t just tell the police about what we were all doing here. My affairs are somewhat public, true, but some of the people I have here- it gets complicated.” He cleared his throat, still watching the hand on his knee. “I should have called you sooner, that is indeed true. The room is still as the police left so I hope you may find something there when I show it to you. But first I think I should just tell you the whole story. And you’ll know more about it than the cops do.” His eyes went from that hand to Frank’s face. He was staring deep into his old friend’s eyes, thinking about how to start. “We are generally ten men. The main group, I mean. We try to be as private as we can, but every now and then someone leaves and someone new comes in. The-” He stopped, trying to think how to call the one that was murdered. “The victim is new. This is his second meeting with us. He was introduced by a very, very dear friend of mine, Richard Fitz. They were, hm lovers. Of some kind.”

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He had to hold back his own smile when Frank corrected himself in the middle of his own sentence. It was a bit funny, endearing even. But it reminded Jake of older, simpler times. Besides, for Frank it was not a matter of being funny, Jake was sure he didn’t mean that as a joke. He understood that was how his friend’s brain worked and he wasn’t going to be rude and laugh at it, no matter if it was with sympathy or not. He took a deep breath, getting serious again. They had serious business to discuss. “I am sure you know about the body we found here two nights ago?” Two nights. The words hit Jake again and he felt his throat clenching at the memory of finding his friend like that. “I believe, and the cops do too, that he has been murdered. He is a friend from the city. In fact, everyone in the house. We are a group of friends that have this kind of get together every now and then. Discreet thing.” His blue eyes stared at Frank now, trying to read on him his reaction to what he was about to confess. “A group of men who are interested on meeting other men for sex. We don’t judge between married closeted men or gay and free. But we are all involved in well-known families and jobs who cannot know what happened in this house.”

“Damn, you dirty man. You made me do this to you.” said Arnold as he pushes himself in and out off his boyfriend, reminding how good looking Garrett is that always got him in the mood every other night. He then bend down for a kiss, sealing that mouth shut as he lift both of the man’s legs up in the air so his cock could get deeper inside him. What they said about getting older lowering your libido doesn’t work for both of them. Arnold still long for his boyfriend’s body as much as he has the first time they met, and this man is only getting hotter having those grey streaks on his hair, slowly transforming his sexy nerd into a silver fox daddy.

They were on a romantic night as always. Arnold makes Garrett take time of his works for a bit at least once a month to do this to keep their relationship fresh. He’ll either take his boyfriend out for a night activity or a couple, or hold a fancy dinner at their place, but it always ended up with them having an ‘us time’ all night long. The feeling of his cock inside Garrett felt so great he doesn’t even know if he could stop fucking this man. Arnold keep his reputation pristine in being with Garrett, having no any cheating or goofing around history just once but a long list of the surfaces he fucked his boyfriend on around this house.

“I’ll breed you this time, and you’ll love every single moment of it.” Arnold whispers those words right into Garrett’s ear with his lower seductive voice as he humps harder and harder every thrust he give his man. The thrust wasn’t rapid, Arnold isn’t a hard fucker but wants his boyfriend to feel every single inches of him inside that hole, slow but passionate with a slam when he pushes in so he could feel Garrett’s balls on his pubis. “Jesus, you’re so darn good. I’m the luckiest man get the right to fuck this hole.” said Arnold as he give the man underneath a kiss again, not even more passionate and with tongue. And oh boy, the night’s still young and he won’t finish any time soon but keep enjoying the thrust until it’s getting really late.

“Fu—” Vernon let out a low grunting from his throat as he feel Pat deep inside him while pushing him down on their ‘sex ottoman’ lying in their bedroom so he could get deeper inside him. The older man usually be the polite one and barely swears in front of his lover, but something got into him as that meat push deeper down inside his soft hole. He’s a fine man who got control over pretty much everything in his life, his job, his friends, even have a good care of the others who get in his or his lover’s way, but he just love being controlled by this strong man behind him who just start the ‘how deep could I get’ game with him.

Usually Vernon is the submissive one when they get into intimate stuffs, from cuddles to some hardcore stuffs in the playroom downstairs. Not that it’s only about that impressive length and the girth Patrizio possessed but also the way he treated him like no one else could. The sweet but cruel touches on his skin, whether in an appropriate spot or not, his man have took good care of it all. Also having someone have a total control over him and he could just play along with the role is his guilty pleasure, so he’s basically a dapper in public and a completely different person when he’s with Pat. “Oh, baby. Please.” He only said ‘please’ when he needs Pat to do something with him. It’s always just a simple please at the end of sentences for his lover to choose whatever he wants to do with him. @multipackers​

The more Dan said, the more it seemed to confuse Benji, with the roundabout ways with which his partner spoke. Nothing was really clear - he didn’t work for the retail company, but he also did. It was all leaning very much into what he suspected; that Dan was somehow in a similar line of work to what Benji did, however he still couldn’t be sure whether which side of the coin these ‘good people’ were on. As Ilsa had once said, we only think we’re fighting for the right side because that’s what we choose to believe. Was he fighting with him or against him? If he was fighting at all. 

“Dan, you’re gonna have to be a little more specific…” he began, eyes never leaving the other man across the table as he tried to process what he was learning. “Are you essentially saying to me that you’re not who you say you are? Because I think I know where you’re going with this, but I have to be sure.”

“Honey, please. I am still who I am, the same person you knew the entire time. It’s just my job, and that isn’t what define who I am. Okay?” Dan tried to be the calmer one so he won’t freak more the hell out of Benji. It was a shocking statement coming out of nowhere on a typical dinner between the ordinary couple. They started off with Dan lying about his actual identity but he’s pretty sure he could fix this with his honesty. “Let’s say that I’m— WE are protecting this country, no— every lives on Earth from the bad guys.” said Dan, tried to simplify the description of his job as much as he can. Not to say that he’s protecting everyone from nuclear terrorist attack to the destruction of their time and space, but that’s what physics does and what Dan’s keeping it onto the right hand.

There was something about the strange behaviour that Dan was displaying in that moment which was leaving Benji feeling rather uneasy. Not because he didn’t know what Dan was referring to (although he couldn’t be sure right now), but because the way he was awkwardly hinting at not working in sales and the fumbling nature of his words was exactly the way he might approach telling someone what his true job was. He continued to stare at his partner for a few more seconds before snapping out of it as the other man began to serve up more food onto his plate.

“No, wait- what do you mean by working for someone else?” he asked, not wanting to straight up say what he suspected just in case, but needing to know. Because if Dan was in a similar line of work to him, that could mean a number of things from ‘ally’ to ‘enemy’. “Who do you work for then?”

It had been a relatively uneventful day for Benji, with mostly mission reports to be finalised which meant a lot of paperwork. Which he hated. So when he got home to their shared apartment, he was looking forward to relaxing with his partner and enjoying dinner together. But he was just finishing off a mouthful of carrot when he heard the question coming from Dan, and he lifted his gaze. 

“That’s one hell of a conversation starter.” he replied, a small chuckle passing his lips. “Not sure what you mean, though. Care to elaborate?”

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in his honest opinion, it was a catchy name. not that he was from mississippi or badger, but he guessed it was confusing enough even for the guy in front of him to question the thought process with the name. “the least you know, the better, right?” howie shrugged lightly. he honestly couldn’t answer his question, but it was only his guess to the choices that went into choosing the code words, even though it isn’t just mississippi. a light sigh of relief escaped from howie as he watched the stranger lower his gun, causing him to slowly lower his hands without making any sudden movement. his eyes briefly moving to the gun and noticing how the guy was holding it, the gun wasn’t firm nor exactly tight in his palm. it was always a rule to keep fingers off of the trigger unless someone was planning on using it. gun triggers were more sensitive than people could expect or how the movies eluded to. random discharges were rare with new model guns, but howie still kept a mindful note. pursing his lips lightly, he reluctantly accepts the offer and takes his hand before pulling himself up. “..thanks.” but soon enough he paused and briefly turned around to show his back and under his shirt. he wasn’t reaching for his gun on his back, but his back pocket to pull his wallet out to not cause any confusion before he turned back to the guy. he pulled the slip o f paper out that badger gave him if there was any sort of trouble before offering it to him, it stated ‘mississippi is as southern as it gets’. “i honestly got no clue man, i was just here to get a bag of coke that reggie forgot the other night when he tried to make a deal with marco, but max came instead and he didn’t know that his cousin was asian.” honest to god, he had no clue who this guy was and he could only assume there was some sort of misunderstanding. a brief nod to hearing simon’s name. “cool.. cool, i’m howard but people call me howie.” the male lightly motions his hand to his chest. “so, what are you doing out here?”

“Tiresome.” Jake replied with a loud, copious sigh. “I wish we were not meeting again under these circumstances. But I want you to know, Frank, I am glad you could come. I didn’t know who else to call. As you may know, this is all too knew for me.” He had sat on his large couch, one hand over his thigh, the other elbow resting on the side of the poltrone. He hadn’t slept much during the night. The moments he did, he could have sworn he was hearing the ghost of his murdered friend screaming something somewhere in the house. “I have followed your career’s choices for a while. When I could. I know that you are a great man. An honest and hard working one. I need your help, Frank.”

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Jake closed the door behind him. In the library, he and Frank would have a lot more privacy. And Jake knew he needed it. After the last few days with all the cops and the investigating scene going on, things were a mess. Most of his guests kept to themselves, in their rooms. Now that the body was taken away and the house was silent, all of them were still quiet in their own affairs. Jake, as the owner of the house, had to make things roll. And Frank was there on is request. A friend from the past, unrelated to the events. “Thank you for coming so soon, Frank. All of us here are willing to go back to our lives but until this is done, none of us will. We are all too afraid of the speculations that will come once the thing goes public.” He walked to the window, watching the garden covered in snow. When he turned back, he went to sit on a couch and made a movement with his hand so Frank would sit too. “I hope the room I chose for you is good enough. Was the temperature good enough? This house can get quite cold some days.”

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Beau should be surprised when the figure used magic, he should - shouldn’t he?  But then again his former best friend is a werewolf and his ex-boyfriend was a vampire. He was dumbstruck, but it wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d seen. Before he knew it he’d whispered: “That was so cool!”

“I kno’. But now let get ye’ out of tis part of thee woods.” said Jimmy as walk faster, leading the muggle to the other side through the forest. This one shouldn’t be here, in fact he shouldn’t even have known his existence. He’s breaking the code but also couldn’t get this muggle out of here without letting him know what he’s dealing with. He could erase this man’s memory later when they got out of this place. “What’s yer’ name?” Jimmy asked, breaking the silence between the two as he keep quiet since he knew he fucked up and revealing his secret to a muggle.