"Ombre di un cuore."

As he reached Alek in the cold waters, Ryder’s tense muscles relaxed a bit at the feeling of the other’s arms draped around his neck. “It’s cold…” he mumbled quietly, only stopping as they kissed tenderly again. He would have preferred somewhere less cold, but Ryder would enjoy the moment here with Alek. It made the temperature issues fade away as his body warmed up to the other man. Their naked bodies were pressed against each other, what with him feeling the Italian’s cock throbbing against him, and Ryder’s twitching in response as well. How could he not be attracted to a man as bold and handsome as the other?

The large blonde let Alek guide his hands to wrap around the other’s neck, keeping their flushed bodies against each other. There was something so sensational about feeling those strong hands roaming over his broad body, his skin feeling electrified and alive. Before he even had a chance to reply though, his words were cut off by the strong kiss, cutting off any notion of a response as he felt the passionate kiss run from his lips through his whole body. Ryder’s own cock began to rise a bit at the firm kiss, his eyes fluttering and a soft moan slipping past when they broke apart. He would certainly be a happy man with just hot, even more so with the soft bite on his bottom lip to tease him a little more.

But he certainly wasn’t expecting blazing, what with Ryder getting lost in Alek’s eyes. His blue eyes squeezed shut at the jolt of pleasure running up his spine. The large man moved closer, pressing his chest against the Italian’s as he felt the man’s hand wrapping around his thick cock and stroking it slowly. He let out a shuddered gasp in surprise, Ryder’s body unable to contain the soft mewl as his back arched at the touch. What with his sensitive, hefty chest pushed forward and his rounded bottom pushed back, he could only hang onto Alek so that his knees didn’t buckle and send him crashing into the cold water below. “..A-Ahh… Hngh…” he stammered, the muscular blonde certain that his face was bright red with a furious blush. He wanted to reply, but any time he opened his mouth, another lewd noise slipped out and his body trembled in response. “…C-Cold…” Ryder managed to get out after another choked noise. “Want all of it, p-please…” he whimpered sweetly as he tucked his face up against Alek’s neck to hide his reddened face.

RYDER had the best reactions ever when it came to touch. He was already tense with anticipation by being so close to him – their naked bodies moving ever so gently against one another. It was perfect to feel just how badly they wanted one another. Every little touch would only fuel the flame that already burned inside them – threatening to make it into a full all-consuming fire. And the kiss? Those mewls of pleasure and gasps were definitely boner worthy. Aleksander had always been weak when it came to hearing men moaning but to hear Ryder moan so close to his lips? To feel his pride swell and grow on size with a mere kiss alone? However, nothing but NOTHING could have prepared the Italian to feel just how heavy and hard the other man was on his hand. Ryder was definitely big all over and knowing that he was that aroused because of him? That was a victory in itself.

Oliver knew it was all an empty threat. Sure he had times in the past of making an exit soon after his nut. Not thinking or caring too much to the satisfaction of the other. Climaxing could sometimes be a sobering experience making whatever lustful attraction fade soon after. Alek was a different case. The more he learned of the Italian the more he wanted to know. To lay naked besides him while they traded war stories of their past with heavy petting intermissions. It wasn’t just his physical appearance, although bonus, it was something deeper calling him to the other. Like fate. Fate to either save the world or fuck through the end of it. Where would that coin flip land? It was a fleeting thought as he could only focus on Alek and his swinging pendulum approaching as he emerged from the water. His own mouth watering as wet as the pool but much rather having his other end attended to. Maybe Oliver would surprise Alek in the morning with a little…early bird special. Was this what it was like having a lover? His habit of catch and release felt like a waste as he had a feeling Alek could show him a many things. Even as their lips parted to speak he still could feel himself wrapping around the other. Looking up with the purest eyes of sincerity. “I will never lie to you Alek…I may tease but I’ll never lie…” Their lips brushing together as he spoke. “…and there is nowhere I’ll I’d rather been than here with you.”

He pouted like a child when Alek pulled away again but it didn’t last long once he started to spread his legs. Oli was a truly versatile when it came to sex. Never denying himself any pleasure whether it was being on top or bottom. To dominate or submit. You just had to be someone capable of bringing that other side of him. The side of him to layout like a needy pet for attention. Here he wanted to give into Alek’s every command. To part his legs without a fight and lay out across the pool floor ready to be devoured. He let go of a soft moan that ended with a slight giggle from Alek’s beard. “You fiend…you really want me waking around thinking about you huh?” Angling his head up so he could witness the other tasting him. Those brown eyes completely consuming him once again. “I’ll allow it as long as you promise to kiss it better if it becomes too much.” He did say he would lie but he might fib a little if it meant he could get Alek back between his legs sooner than later. For now he would just lay back and ease his legs a little higher.

THERE had been countless men who had laid with him in the past. Aleksander didn’t like to consider himself a slut or a player – just someone who enjoyed sex. Why would he shy away from something that brought so much pleasure? Everybody did it… it was just that nobody talked about it. Enjoying sex didn’t make someone a whore or untrustworthy. It made them experts in the art of pleasing someone else. Five was not the first – nor he would be the last – with whom he would lay. There had been moments in his past when the Italian considered the chance of going steady with someone. Find that special person that would tie him up and give him everything he wanted so that his eyes would not wander anywhere else. That person had yet to come. And like the saying went… until you find Prince Charming, fuck all the frogs around until he appears. Not to mention that sex was a great way to relax. Some people went to the gym, others enjoyed swimming… Alek was keen on sex. It burned double the calories that he would at the gym and there was a massive satisfaction at the end of it.

Shivering as he guided Alek’s hands over his body, particularly over his sensitive, bouncy chest and perky nipples, Ryder’s eyes fluttered slightly at the sensation as a soft mewl slipped past his lips. He had touched himself there, but the sensation felt even more electrifying with another’s hands touching him there. He choked down another lewd noise as Alek pinched one of his nipples, the sudden, sharp feeling making him take a step forward involuntarily, as if suggesting for more. “A-Ahh… Y-You’d… drive me crazy…” he stammered, cheeks reddened as he realized one of his weak spots was exposed to the other. He was so absorbed in the feeling that his hands slid away, exposing himself completely for the other to admire and gaze at. Ryder’s cheeks blushed more at the compliment, knowing that Alek now knew how easy it was to get him in a reddened state.

As they made it over to the riverside, the large man watched as the Italian stepped into the water. The slight shiver suggested the frigid temperature of the water, and Ryder hesitated on the rocky shoreline. Bright blue eyes watched as Alek moved further into the lake, mouth opening in surprise as the other man fell backwards into the water and immediately submerging himself into the cold water. Ryder hovered at the shoreline carefully. “I… I’d want to be warm. Hot. Blazing. Anything to counter the cold temperature,” he murmured softly, not fully aware as to what he was agreeing to.

At the offered dare, Ryder bit his bottom lip, dipping his feet into the water again and again. He let out a soft whine at the temperature, wishing that it had warmed up more than this. It was definitely not a comfortable temperature. The large man carefully moved forward, wading into the water cautiously with one shuffle after another. He wasn’t about to completely submerge himself, but he made it over to the other man, chest and head above the water still. Ryder shivered, moving closer so that their bodies were close enough to feel the heat from each other. Reaching up with a hand to cup Alek’s cheek, he leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips, only hoping that the other man wouldn’t pull away to tease him.

AS far as mountain walks went – that was probably one of the best so far. What was there not to like? Surrounded by nature and away from the concrete jungles people called cities and accompanied by one of the most gorgeous men that lived at the mansion. Truly, how were they supposed to focus on missions and what not in the outside world when they could be so easily distracted just by standing next to another man? Aleksander considered the answer to his own question for half a second – his eyes now fully focused on the beautiful naked specimen on the shoreline. Ryder was… perfect. Every inch of his body seemed carved by the gods themselves and now that he was not covering himself, he had the best view in the world of the other man. He was big all over… invoking the most profane and lewd thoughts to the Italian’s mind, who couldn’t help but feel himself getting a tad more aroused under the surface, despite the cold water that surrounded him. IT was with a smile on his lips that he watched as Ryder made his way slowly towards the water. Adjusting to the temperature on his own terms – it was cold but it would become bearable after a moment or two – taking ihs sweet time in reducing the distance between their bodies, something that Alek used to his own benefit by wrapping his arms around Ryder’s neck. “It’s not so bad, is it?” Their lips met once more. Tender kissing, just a bit enough of tongue to keep the heat going. Being that close, Alek took the ever bold action of pressing his entire body against Ryder – not only to feel his muscles pressed against himself but also to let the other man know that he was becoming aroused by the proximity between them. Just enough for him to feel his cock throb ever so gently against his hip.

strangely enough, liam was actually quite a bit of an amateur when it came to sex. his hometown didn’t have a lot of other guys willing to share a bed with him. most of his experience came from traveling passersby and men who weren’t particularly out of the closet. plenty of his young adult escapades involved the back of the barn or in some sketchy stranger’s car. truth be told, he was surprised to still be alive after so many anonymous hookups. sure, there were plenty of women around — all of which had a crush on him. but sleeping with the opposite sex just felt wrong, especially with liam as an open homosexual. that being said, he wasn’t keen on looking like a complete virgin in front of number six either. hence why liam was putting in extra effort to please. he not only wanted to rock alek’s world, but also leave him craving more later. so far, he was doing a pretty damn good job given the sounds escaping the italian’s lips. 

his lewd accomplishment seemed to earn the complete and utter glee of alek. head perfectly still, liam allowed the pulsating length to throb down his tight wet throat. he retreated by pulling up halfway and taking a quick breath, only to entirely swallow the italian’s cock once more right after. it wasn’t until he was taken away from the decadent treat that liam properly moaned and panted, eyes filled with the same desire as before to taste the other male even further. he managed to give a long wet kiss on the tip before number six declared his intentions. the blond simply nodded and followed whatever wishes and needs alek may have for him. liam mounted the chaise lounge chair and lied down, legs spreading on cue to reveal his own erection. he was anticipating receiving the same treatment, only slightly disappointed to find alek had different plans than to suck him off. 

as alek proceeded to prep him for what’s to come, the blond attempted to relax himself to alleviate some of the pain from the initial penetration. the praise earned a pearly-white smile from liam, whose mouth was rather preoccupied to speak until now. “i’m glad to hear ya like what you see. by all means, worship away~” liam teased, welcoming the sultry kiss that followed. he relished number six’s luscious lips, flinching slightly upon feeling the slippery digits press against his hole. so maybe he was a little nervous. luckily, he trusted alek enough to know the other male meant him no harm and simply wanted to satisfy them both. liam did as he was told, taking slow deep breaths as a single finger slipped inside. he grunted and wrapped his legs around alek, pulling him closer. “shove a second one in. i’m ready and i wanna be a good boy for ya,” the blond replied, feeling a lot bolder now. in fact, he didn’t even care about the possible discomfort of going too fast. liam only wanted the two of them to bond like he was promised earlier. 

LIAM was tight. Probably one of the tightest guys he had ever had the pleasure to lay with. But that wasn’t everything. Now that the blond was laying underneath him as they kissed, Alek could feel every inch of that perfectly sculpted body pressed against his own. It wasn’t just the blonde’s cock that was hard. All of him was. His chest, his arms, his abdomen, his legs… the peak of male beauty all wrapped up in a Southern cowboy vibe. “You’re already a good boy for me, darling.” Sucking in his breath, Alek continued to use just one single digit to thrust into Liam, making sure to go on a slow and steady pace to make the other man used to the intrusion. In the meantime, his lips explored the upper part of Liam’s body. Kissing the collarbone and giving it a playful lick, moving to one side to drag his tongue against the blonde’s armpit – that made Alek push his finger all the way in – taking in the masculine scent of the man underneath him. There was no rush on getting this show on the road. He wanted Liam to enjoy it. To relax as he was invaded by the second digit, both working together in stretching the younger male up – scissoring his tight hole in a methodical pace.

It had been some time since Oliver had the pleasure of someone attending to him this way. The weeks since coming here he only had himself to attend to the deed, which got the job done for sure. But it was never the same. Nothing compared to the needing licks of a tongue on your cock. Nothing compared to the sudden pressure and pulse of someone else’s finger exploring your hole. Having both at the same time was one thing but it was Alek himself that pushed the high. Those gorgeous brown eyes staring up at him, silent yet calling for more. Oliver was powerless not to indulge as he tries to push himself till the limit Alek could take him. But there was no limit. He could take it all so gracefully. It was madden to watch those lips wrapped around him eager to take him down with each thrust. Every muscle clenched on him as he knew he was nearing the end but even as the shiver ran down his back and his cock erupted into Alek he couldn’t stop at first. His body seizing awhile still trying to dump into Alek’s throat. And even when his body had no more to give Alek continued to milk him until he ran dry. All energy sucked out of him left him a mess, collapsing into Alek. Finding his mouth as an anchor to keep him from sliding into the water.

Enjoying the taste of himself as he wrestled for whatever was left on Alek’s tongue. It took a few moment for his breath to steady, maybe quicker if he came up for air faster from the kiss. “Like I said. Always a surprise.” A quick follow up peek, licking the taste from his lips as he pulled away. Even with all the cum and energy drained from him by this beautiful incubus, Oli was still needing. Still wanting. The debt had been paid but he still didn’t feel compensated or truly fulfilled. Not until another exchange was made. Backing until he was pressed against the tub at the opposite end. He stood a bit and turned until his back was now to Alek. Looking over his shoulder while he let the bubble waters splash against his ass. Taking his finger he returned to attending to the puckered ring between his cheeks as Alek had before. Letting a siren’s moan call to the other as the bulge of his knuckle pushed through. “Alek…do you want to find out if I’m a better fuck than you expected…” Biting his lip with lustful eyes looking to the dark prince. Pulling his fingers free he turned and laid across the outside of the pool. Running those same fingers over his naked form. “…maybe I should go since I already had my turn…” No intention of truly leaving. Just dangling the fruit a bit.

NOTHING turned him on the most than to see a man lose any and all control in a moment like this. It was a battle between reason and want and in times like these, the want would always triumph over what the mind would want. Oliver was no exception. Even as he unloaded down his throat, the younger man still sought to keep pursuing the momentary bliss that had dissolved the whole world around him into white noise, that sensation of walking on air without any weight or concerns on his shoulders. Aleksander could only lick the corner of his lips as he glanced towards the other man, welcoming him into his arms as their lips found themselves attracted to one another once more. And so they kissed. Their tongues wrestled yet again, this time in a slower dance as he gave Oliver the chance to explore the insides of his mouth – tasting the remnants of his orgasm still lingering on his tongue. That was enough to leave the Italian growling with need. While he had successfully made up to Oliver for their last encounter – he still wanted to make this one come to an equal pleasurable end. He was not someone to leave things half-finished…

Once he was fully undressed, Ryder made his way over to the side of the lake, seeing that Alek was standing there, waiting for him. He tried keeping one hand in front of him as he took the offered hand. Of course, that also meant getting a full view of the Italian’s own body, and it took all of his willpower not to stare again. He laced their fingers together as they held hands, only peeking over the edge to see the depth of the lake. “There’s a shoreline over there if you want to walk in together,” Ryder pointed out to their right, offering a bit more of a shallow and gradual entry.

He didn’t stop when Alek stepped up close to him though, finding himself getting lost in the other’s eyes before feeling the light fingertips along his shoulders and pecs. The large blonde only reached up, taking on hand and guiding it along his rather sensitive chest and nipples. A soft noise fluttered out of his lips as he let Alek touch his muscles, only glancing over at the other with a hazy glimmer in his eyes. “But what’s wrong with kissing from head to toe?” he mumbled quietly, reddened cheeks betraying how much Ryder enjoyed being kissed by the other man.

Sighing softly when they broke apart again, the blonde made his way over to the shoreline, letting his feet dip into the shallow water. He shivered at the sensation, almost forgetting that he was in the nude as he kicked at the water and edged a bit closer. “It’s definitely not the warmest. But I’m sure our bodies will get used to it too. I’d appreciate the extra warmth though until I get acclimated to the temperature,” Ryder remarked as he moved in deeper into the lake with shivering steps.

FOR someone who had once displayed such shyness, Ryder was slowly becoming more and more accustomed to the proximity between their bodies and the lack of clothing that would surely hide away their private parts from the eyes of others. Aleksander was one of those that did not appear to be bothered in the slightest with nudity. Hell – he did enjoy having someone glancing over his bare skin and take in the shape of his body if only to let their imagination roam free in the most indecent and indecorous of scenarios. “I’m perfectly ok with a little walk before our dip.” There was no one around and they could walk around naked if they wanted to, close to the rest of the world and inside their little bubble. And it would work well too since the water was probably cold. Jumping head first would be entertaining but the temperature shock was not something the Italian was looking forward to.

The large man was pleasantly surprised when Alek chose to turn back around at his gentle hand pull, even more so when the other granted his request. It was a firm kiss, less fleeting than the first. His bright blue eyes fluttered shut as he felt the Italian’s hand on his cheek, the other’s tongue slipping into his mouth.It was very focused and driven, nothing rushed and frantic and frenzied. His chest let out an involuntary grunt as he tried to match Alek’s direction. Ryder didn’t even realize he needed a breath for air before they broke, his hefty chest heaving forwards as he inhaled deeply, tongue flicking out to lick his own lips where Alek’s lips once were.

“…Okay,” he said softly, not really in a position to refuse or protest anymore. Not after those kisses. Ryder wasn’t exactly sure a naked swim would help cool anything down, but the blonde chose not to say anything about that. Instead, he began to tug at his pants slowly, only glancing up to see an eyeful of all of Alek as the other man completely undressed. Ryder stammered, mouth opening as he struggled to find words. The other man was an absolute knockout, and he understood where he found his confidence and boldness. With a physique like that and a blessed gene pool, Ryder couldn’t help but stare at the perfection of a man in front of him. It was almost like art, and he only realized how long he was looking before he spun around quickly, cheeks a bright red. It was rude to stare, especially at something so private for so long.

“Y-Yeah, we can do t-that…” he managed to choke out, although he knew he was going to lose the race. Ryder’s hands trembled a bit as he unhooked the button to his pants, pushing it down his thick, tree-trunk-like thighs. As the blonde bent over, he ended up pushing his rounded bottom backwards, straining the tight, black underwear that clung to his body for dear life. Ryder stood back up, already expecting Alek to be in the water by now, or so he assumed. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his undergarments and pulled down to expose himself completely. A swift turn, with both hands attempting to cover up his indecent areas, and the large man started his walk to the water.

TO be perfectly honest, Aleksander could have bolted towards the lake and jumped into the still waters without even thinking twice. Any other day – that’s what he would have done. However, as he approached the lake and reduced the distance between him and the water by a mere step, he paused and waited for his companion to join him at the shore, choosing to take in the beautiful surrounding area. Alek used to live in the big city by now. Chicago was a cold concrete jungle. Rare were the nights where he could look up towards the sky and see the stars above his head. In a way, he missed Italy because of that. He could always see the stars if he gazed out of his bedroom window. Being there, surrounded by nature and away not only from the usual chaos of the city but all the tall, unforgiving buildings… was relaxing. So relaxing that for a moment or two, the Italian completely forgot what he was supposed to do, taking in the still waters of the lake and all the lush and vibrant green that spread as far as the eye could see. “THERE you are.” The Italian offered Ryder a smile as he saw the other man approach the lake, one of his eyebrows arching upwards as he noticed the slight shyness that the other super displayed by walking towards him with his hands covering his front and back. It was almost cute. A moment ago they were playing tongue hockey and now Ryder seemed completely self-conscious about the way he looked without any clothes covering that gorgeous body. Gorgeous was an understatement. Ryder was probably ( with the exception of himself ) one of the hottest guys he had ever seen. He was built like a Greek statue handmade by the Gods above themselves. Blue eyes to die for – even clearer than the surface of the lake they were supposed to swim in.

Alek brought a whole new meaning to if looks could kill. Because if looks could make you cum Oliver would’ve blew confetti right there. Such dirty words on an exotic tongue was a first for him and he could see now why so many flocked to foreign land. But he wouldn’t write the Italian off as just some flavor of the week. There was something about him deeper that drew Oliver in and that as his power. Not just what he was gifted with a couple years ago but what was bred into him. The way he carried himself, the way he sought to solve a problem his way. To no surprise a boy raised under a family that ruled by power was driven by it. Found familiar comfort in it, sought it out in ever aspect of life. That’s why when Alek lowered, offering Oliver the power to take control, he was all to eager to take the helm. “You do owe me one don’t you?” His cock already twitching at Alek’s tease of a suck at his tip. “Then I should make you earn it just a little, no? You said I was worth it last time. So teach me.” Aligning himself to stand on the underwater step of the tub. Raising up a little bit higher to Alek. He dragged the skin of his shaft along Alek’s lips. Simply enjoying how soft they felt. “Teach me something Italian…how bad do you want me?“ Oli did love the game. So he would tempt Aleksander while stroking his cock back and forth over Six’s lips against the spoken words of his bloodline’s tongue.

Each vibration of his dialect brought another rush of blood to the shaft. The skin of his cock occasionally caught between those lips almost made him want to give in faster. The sight of the occasional streak of his precum across his mouth so enticing. Will power at its limit he continued his game until the fruit was fully effect. “Good…” He approved, his thumb coming to lower Alek’s lips a little wider. “…all yours.” Letting himself slid into the waiting cavity, wetting it back and forth along his tongue before pushing a little deeper. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” The way he took down Oliver’s cock making him thrust deeper to see if he could take it all. He wanted to tease but with each clash of that throat against his tip it made him pain to pull back. He didn’t care if they were listening, didn’t care if someone could walk in, all that matter to him in that moment was the sight of Alek. Feeding on him even as his hips started to pick up pass. Toes gripping the bottoms of the tub to keep him steady with fingers taking a light grip of Alek’s hair. The sensation running through he was too good to end but all he wanted was to feed Alek’s his due.

THESE games they played… the power that one had over the other was as addictive as any drug. It numbed the senses, clouded the thoughts, and made thinking coherent concepts rather… difficult. With the blood rushing towards the nether regions and Oliver looking like the epitome of decadence and lust, it was quite troublesome for Aleksander to even conceive words to escape his lips. He was no virgin or inexperienced when it came to sex, but there were always rare moments like this. Moments, when all of his attention was solemnly focused on the man he was with, which made the outside world, be consumed by darkness until the only thing that mattered was the here and the now. Which was exactly what was happening. With Oliver being granted the power to use and abuse of his mouth as he pleased and towering above him by partially stepping into the hot tub steps, Aleksander had to admit that the view from where he was… was magnificent. “I’d rather show you other than tell you how BADLY I want you.” If he succeeded in leaving Oliver limping by the time they were done… he would consider that night a victory.

Oliver was left to his inner thoughts. ‘Wow. That shouldn’t turn me on right? He just offered to assassinate my mother…that shouldn’t turn me on right? Fuck I need therapy.’ When the suggestion was made it sounded like the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to Five. He might’ve visibly swooned a little. “Not the first time someone called her that but…no. I mean the offer means a lot. But at the end of the day our parents are our parents. As easy it would be to wish they were struck down by lightning they’re still a part of us.” To be fair it sounded more like Stockholm Syndrome than real loyalty but that’s the only family he knew. The only life he lived. Overlooked and discounted by his brothers, used and discarded by his mother, god only knows where his real father even was. It sounded like a tragic tale but Oliver never allowed his tragic moments to define him. That’s why he lived for the thrills of life. Those were the moment he let write his story. “If I change my mind down the line I’ll keep you posted.” He wondered how this Chapter Six would be written. There were already a few good pages to flip through, time would only tell what would come next. There was so much curiosity sparked by him and even more after hearing of Six’s past. He would inquire deeper but he knew better than to press for what wasn’t revealed to him yet. But Six was just as alluring discarding layers of his clothes as he was layers of himself.

Their inner demons of their past aside Oliver was much more focused on the hear and now. The events of the days added to the revelations of Six…no, Aleksander only made Oli want him more. Thrills and power all wrapped in an Italian bow. “No, you’d be my first. Do make your bloodline proud.” Practically melted into him at this point he was at first confused when asked to stand. Feeling very ‘here we go again’. But there was a more tempting offer given from those sweet lips instead of being dismissed. “As you wish, Alek.” He smiled with a nod, eager to comply. Leaning back he stood slowly, letting himself be revealed layer by layer from the water. Once standing he let his body be enjoyed. Water dripping down from ever carve and peak, all the way down to the forbidden fruit between his legs. Oli might not be the athlete that some of the others were but he knew his body was appealing to many eyes. And he enjoyed the way those brown eyes before him washed over his figure. “Well…bon appetit.” Wanting to show Alek wasn’t the only one that knew foreign languages.

WAS it weird to share his past with someone whom he had just known for a relatively short time? Under different circumstances – the answer to that question would be yes. However, both he and Oliver had fought side by side and bled together. Some of the deepest connections one could have were forged in the fire of battle and that was perfectly applicable to them. While the initial chemistry was there and the mutual interest, it took them to fight side by side against an opponent stronger than them to learn how to open up just a little bit. It wasn’t even a crack in the armor for neither one of them was wearing anything at all. They shared similar backgrounds that justified their way of viewing things. It made it easier for them to connect to someone who wouldn’t be so judgmental about their past. Fuck – he even offered to deal with Oliver’s mother if he so wished. If that wasn’t bonding with someone on a deeper level… what would be?

There was a pause in the air. As if it time stood still and pulled the two under a blanket of cover. Six was revealing his past to Oliver and he knew himself that wasn’t easy. They didn’t pull the veil down to show what was behind for just anyone. Oli knew they had a shared connection but it was in Six’s confession that he saw that common thread. Their heavy petting and flirting could wait, “My mom…she was no mafia boss but she could’ve been one if that was thing where I lived.” A sad laugh thinking about the family he left behind. “She ran things in our area. She was ruthless but everyone knew to respect her power. And her sons, well we just were born to follow, you know?” His eyes broke from Six for a moment to look into the void between them. “I was raised to be a criminal but wasn’t as useful as my brothers so I was always the runt…the driver or lookout. But when my powers came then I was another weapon for her to use….until she finally decided I was worth more in reward money and sold me out to the cops.” With a shrug of his shoulders he sat up again. Once again Oli didn’t let himself get weighed down by the past. Rather focusing on what tomorrow might drop in his lap. “I was actually in a holding cell about to be shipped off to god knows where they stick supes like me….or us. That’s where I was when Paragon found me.” For what’s it worth all that behind him Oli was having a good time forgetting where he came from. Even if those ‘nurturing’ lessons were still embedded in his DNA. “So trust me I know all about the family way. And to be honest…I’m glad to be done with it. This place is way more fun…and the view from where I sit is better than any back home.” Looking into the eyes of said ‘view’.

Now that he opened up to Six in one he was hoping he’d get to open himself up in another. Pun intended. “Well honestly whether it’s me on top or bottom of you I honestly wouldn’t mind.” Given how impressive Six’s mafia family jewels hanged he knew it would be a good ride. Or even pounding to be laid under. There was so much he could imagine doing with Six on or off the field. He just hoped it wouldn’t be a fantasy in his head forever. And from the way he was held by his wrist it didn’t seem like this would be a repeat of their last run. “Well I do not squirm easily so I hope you can prove to be capable of such an offer.” His hands coming up to take hold of Six’s face. His answer clear in the fire burning in his dark eyes but he’d speak it for confirmation without further delay. “I want you to fuck me…but please…call me Oliver.” It was probably the biggest brick to fall from his wall. The confession of his name took away the anonymity that was ‘Five’. But he trusted Six enough to have it and have him fully. Plus he would much prefer to hear his own name called out on those lips. Without another taunt or tease he bent down kissed Six hard. Picking up where they left off last time.

A deep silence fell on the Italian as he heard Five open up about his past as well – something that not all of them were willing to do. They all had their reasons, and they all had their own demons. Most of those recruited for Paragon had come from a life of crime and darkness and being a part of a group like this meant turning a new leaf on what happened to be their previous life. Aleksander kept the words to himself as he paid attention to Five’s story. It was something very familiar to his own with the obvious differences. They both came from a family with connections to the criminal underworld and they had both seen the worst humanity had to offer. The fact that Five’s mother ultimately betrayed him for money was… The only reactions that the Italian showed were a clench on his jaw and his fingers gently caressing the other man’s chest, right above the area where his heartbeat. He couldn’t imagine how that must have hurt. How being betrayed by one’s own flesh and blood felt. “Maybe we aren’t hero material.” They would never know. Perhaps with time, their views would change, not just about themselves but the world around them. “But we are who we are, bello.” They would always be suspicious of others. They knew not to expect kindness from others unless they would want something in return. “Your mother’s a bitch. Sorry – that needed to be said.” Someone who would betray their own blood deserved absolutely no mercy from him. “Just say the word and I can pay her a visit during the night… It would be my pleasure.”

“Once we identify them, we will retain them and reach out to our contacts. They will retrieve the impostors before the train arrives its destination. They are to be captured alive. Our task and liability ends the moment we hand them over. Whatever their fates shall be, it will be nothing to do with the Paragon.” Cullen answered as he picked up the two glasses and offered one to Alek. “Now you are going to tell me that’s boring,” The blond man smiled, “Considered this a nice slow pace job after your hard work from last mission. No risk of being hit by a car door.” He tilted his glass and offered a cling. 

“You will be adapting to a pre-arranged identity during this journey. Aleksander Russo, an entrepreneur who has business in the field of technology. You board this train to attend to the Open Air event that will be host in Venice this year. I am simply your travel companion.” Cullen did not require an identity to meet the status of the rest of the passengers. His association with his family’s name was enough for him to make conversations and to reinforce the credibility of Alek’s cover. However, Cullen found no need to inform Alek of his background.

“We have time before luncheon where we shall meet the other passengers for the first time. Everyone should be settling in so there will be no point of trying to make contact of conversation. For now, we can enjoy ourselves and these wonderful snack that they prepared for us.” Cullen smiled and gestured toward the small tin that held merely 50g of caviar. “To be honest with you, Aleksander. I never understood why anyone would spend $230 on this one tiny tin despite how delicious it can be.” Cullen took a piece of blinis and spread the fresh crème fraiche over it. With the pearl spoon, he scooped a good amount of caviar and added to the top, passed it over to Alek. “Metal spoon affects the taste of the caviar, hence the pearl spoon.” He explained before he shifted the direction of the conversation. “…So, now that we are away from the manor. How are you feeling so far with the group?” Slowly, he reached over with a hand, pressed gently around the man’s side. “And how’s your injury? I believe you should be fully recovered by now, but I want to be certain.”

NO killing. Just a simple extraction mission and removal of dangerous assets. Aleksander could see why he would be indicated for this job due to his prowess with shadows and ability to move around undetected. He still had no clue what some of the other members of Paragon could do – but there were rumors about someone being able to read minds. Wouldn’t that one be a better pick for the mission? Quickly identify the threats and quickly proceed to their removal? The Italian shook his head, banishing any and all thoughts and reservations that he had about the entire thing. It wasn’t a dangerous mission. There was no risk of being potentially injured in a fight. They were dealing with normal human beings and while those could pose a threat in certain scenarios – nothing that both he and Cullen could not handle. All they needed was to play their part – locate the targets – neutralize them without killing. “SO that is why you told me to bring a suit.” Aleksander could feel his jaw clenching for a brief second while his gaze was solemnly on Cullen and Cullen alone. To pose as this technology tycoon and swim in a shark-infested sea. Nothing he hasn’t done before – mingle with others, pretend to be someone he was not. “You are just my travel companion? Does this mean we can walk around arm in arm and pretend to be very, very close companions?” He never lost an opportunity to flirt with someone hot and interesting. Cullen was no exception to that rule even if the blond was far more focused on the here and now and the parameters of their mission. “Don’t worry about me, bello. I know my way around high society and their pathetically depressing frail egos.” After all, all those riches and bravado only worked as smoke and mirrors for most of them. Pretend to be more than they actually were.

It was a shame Five and Six never met before they decided to play hero. Oli had never teamed up with another supe before. Be it business or pleasure. He’d seen powers in action and it always excited him. If today was any example of what it was like to use powers in unison with others he was going to like it here. Sure he was beyond impressed by the mansion’s luxury and standards but even he would get bored with it eventually. No it was the moments like their mission and downtown with someone like Six that made Five willing to play nice. Until his whims called him to do otherwise. When Six played ‘dumb’ as if he completely forgot what Oli was talking about he was rewarded with another kiss. This one a little longer than the first. Still tasting Six on his lips as he smiled at the next request. “Aww, that’s not jealousy I hear is it?” He teased when asked why anyone as was a topic of discussion. “No worries, Ultra Lad might be a walking tank but he has nothing on you.” Not meant to stoke his ego but it was the truth. Being able to tear off car doors was cool and all but controlling the element of darkness? That was true power. Teleporting through it as well as shaping it into a weapon. It was the first time Oli really got to see Six’s power in play. And he was impressed, among other things. “Um…maybe because when my first instinct was trying to get keys from M.O.M. yours was asking Father for permission to kill. And you brought it up as a plan of a couple times as well…so….”

His face was teasing but there was very little care in his voice. It didn’t bother him that Six wanted to kill so willingly. Taking the lives of another was never his first choice but not off the board of options either. He just needed the right motivation for the collateral damage of it all. It was clear by the way he melted into Six’s hands that he didn’t care how much blood was on those fingers. Lips latching around the bud of the Italian’s thumb as it brushed his mouth. Dark eyes never leaving the others. “Want to know another secret? I was kind of semi-chub from the moment the chase began.” As there was a thin line between an adrenaline rush and his sex drive. Releasing that rain of lightening was just the climax of it all. “But…” Lowering his head down until he was but a breath between them. “…I am also very happy to have you to myself. I probably would’ve fucked you on that bike once the job was done…but that wouldn’t be very hero of us for the public view, no?” But there was no one watching them now…or were they? It was the second time they stood on these grounds. Locked into one another letting the heat build higher than the tub itself. So he couldn’t help but pull back just a little before he got fully trapped into Six’s gravity. “Listen…you’re trouble Six. I like that about you. You also had my back out there in the field. I trust you and I consider you a friend here. But I’m also very, VERY turned on by you and what you can do.” Grinding his ass into Six to emphasize his point. “But if you’re planning on teasing me to the point having to go back to my room to finish myself off again…” Lifting himself out of Six’s lap though he wasn’t really planning on going anywhere.

KILLING someone was not the most “hero” thing to do… but it was one that dealt with problems in a more permanent matter. While most people were opposed to murdering someone – using that excuse only as a last resort sort of scenario – Aleksander liked to keep all of his options open. Maybe it had something to do with his family. With the way they did things. “Before I acquired my powers, I worked for my father.” The Italian didn’t owe Five any sort of explanation regarding his past. In fact, the fewer people that knew what he did the better. However, he already had knowledge of one of the other man’s secrets. The full extent of his power… and he chose to play dumb and pretend he had never seen a thing. It was only fair for him to share a little bit of his past that would probably justify the way he did things. “My father is one of the heads of the Italian Mafia. Ever since I was young, I was surrounded by death and torture.” While some kids played in the park, he accompanied his father to interrogations. “We have our own way of doing things. Eliminate the problem on the root rather than allow it to fester and spread.” Like that Ultralad. Having him draw breath could be something that would most likely bite them in the ass – but maybe next time the ending would be a more pleasurable one.

When in Rome. Oli didn’t mind Six’s choice in ‘swimwear’. Given he was sporting the same attire, or lack there of, under the bubbling surface. While their bodies had a chance to get familiar previously this was the first time seeing the full package. And it was a nice ‘package’. There was a voice in the back of his head reminding him what happened last time. But if Five listened to that voice he wouldn’t have half the fun he experienced in life. “I make no promises but I will do my best to avoid further damage.” Sadly Oliver didn’t know how to recognize genuine concern because he never experienced it. His family wasn’t the ‘loving and concerned’ type. He was pretty sure his mother turned him over to the cops for the reward money so that said enough. “Oh, by the way…about that thing I did? Keep that between us for now if you would.” Those in charge probably knew the reach of Oli’s powers but Six was the first of the team to see it. “People generally think I’m just a walking spark plug. Finding out my powers come from pure lightning or that I can call it down is one of those aces I was talking about.” Shifting himself from the seat of the hot tub to slide into Six’s more inviting lap. “Add it to the little circle of trust we have going on here.”

Trust. It was a big word to even use. Especially with someone he’s known in a relative short period. But there was something different with Six than some of the others. A darkness that came from not so much his powers but his sense of moral. Four probably being the only other person among them that gave Oli such a vibe. It made it easier to bond with him and, at least try to build, a degree of trust. He laughed with a roll of his eyes at the nickname as he got settled. “Okay, Umbreon. Maybe we should’ve been in charge of picking each others codenames.” He was quiet for a moment. Hearing Six admit he was concerned was confirmation of something he was otherwise oblivious too. “Hmm…never had someone say they were concerned for me. Concerned for being around me yes…but never for me.” It was a cute thought as he made random shapes in Six’s chest with his finger. “Truth be told I probably would’ve held back on showing my ace power this earlier. But that guy did scratch this body of yours with a car door. And I’m pretty fond of it so I couldn’t just let him get away, you know?” He leaned down to kiss Six. Because how could he resist the urge to do so being this close. It was warm but brief, like a ‘friendly’ hello while he rested his arms around Six’s shoulders. “Next round we’ll make sure he really gets reminded not to fuck with us.”

THE camaraderie that Aleksander was experiencing with Five was similar to the one he shared with the men under his ‘command’ back home. There was this mutual respect – not just regarding what one could do or how talented they were on the field – but the similar view on things that make it easier for him to bond with someone else. Five was one of the few members of Paragon with whom the Italian sought to spend time. Not just on an intimate and physical level but also as a gathering of the minds. Not all people saw things like he did. The darkness that existed within everyone – no matter how well concealed it was. Trust did not come easy for people like them. Probably due to their upbringing or rough patches in their life but when kindred spirits found someone similar… they tended to gravitate towards them. It had happened before and now that they had actually fought side by side and dealt with the same threat… it sufficed to say that Aleksander did trust Five. Probably more than he did some of the others. Which was why he merely scoffed at the request for secrecy, giving Five a little confused glance as he shrugged. “What thing? I don’t remember anything. We went after Ultralad on a bike, he slipped and hit his head.” That wasn’t what he had written in his report but he also didn’t reveal how the other super was… caught. It did not matter.

“And here I thought being closer to home or as-much-as-you-can-drink champagne would at least cheer you up a little.” Alek’s grumpy attitude made Cullen chuckled lightly, “Point is, this is the most luxurious sleeper train across Europe. Which means our fellow travellers in this voyage are in no mean less than wealthy. So no, there will be no beating down anyone. And yes, I chose you specifically because you know exactly the right way to hang around with these people.” The two were greet by a man wearing a blue formal uniform. Cullen showed him the tickets, and the man quickly informed another staff to personally escort them to their room.

A beautiful room was proudly presented to the two. Exquisite, beautiful and stylish, the room was decorated with Moorish-inspired headboards, Venetian floral patterning and original 1930s Lalique lamps restored from the old Parisian market. The suite has its own bathroom, a rare commodity on a sleeper train, with Murano glass basins, mosaic flooring and heated marble walls. A high quality complimentary bathrobe was provided, allowed passengers to take part of the experience home. A large fruit basket was placed on the table by the train window, accompanied by the first of many bottles of champagne. A light snack was quickly prepared for them. Caviar, blinis cut into perfect angle shape, served with a tiny jar of crème fraiche. A pearl spoon was offered as metal spoon would affect the taste of the delicacy. 

The staff finally left the room after he filled the two tall glasses with the bubbly liquor. Cullen unfold the napkin neatly on his laps. “Now, the moment you have been waiting for…Details of the mission. On board with us are four separate pairs of guests, each are with social and financial status in their own respective field. An intel was provided to us that one of the pairs are not who they said they are, and these impostors are to use their stolen identity to create chaos in Venice, the destination of this train journey. We have two days in this train to find out who they are, and to intercept their plan before it can begin to roll in motion.”

“Think you and I can handle that?”

THERE were very few little things in that life that managed to surprise the Italian. Not that he had experienced them before but due to his shady background and underworld connections – there were very, very few things that impressed him. Being surrounded by wealth and luxury was something he was accustomed due to the ties his Father had to some influential people so Aleksander knew the proper ins-and-outs of surviving the cutthroat world of high society. People always assumed blades and guns were dangerous but there were times when words could cut just as deep or destroy lives with way little effort than thrusting a knife into someone’s gut. Aleksander merely nodded towards his companion – silently following Cullen to what would be their cabin. Their cabin. It would seem that they would need to share the same quarters, something that the Italian didn’t exactly mind since he shared a room with someone else at the mansion.