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Vin was up early the following morning, as the habit of rising with the sun had never quite left him from his time in the circus. Some old habits, it seemed, didn’t die after all. He was vaguely aware of Luciel’s presence in his bed, but only in so far as he now had another tool in his arsenal. The Omega still seemed to be asleep as Vin sat up in bed, browsing on his laptop.

Cicero had proven already that he would not be useful at all in recovering this place, and his return to Vin’s side would only come after all was said and done. So that left others. Slowly mounting, but growing. Shuichi was too delicate to utilize as any sort of weapon; at best he could be a shield. But Luciel... with Luciel, he could begin to become active, rather than having to wait passively due to the massive target on his own back.

He grinned as the plot formed in his mind, and he shut his laptop and laid back down in bed. His hands guided Luciel onto his belly and fingertips slipped between his cheeks as his mouth sought the little Omega’s neck. “Luciel...” He called, lining his own cock up already. “I’ve got something special for you...” His voice was low and sonorous, almost melodic as he pushed into the sleeping Omega, pinning Luciel down as he began to enjoy one of the perks of keeping an Omega in bed overnight. 

Things had been going good for Owen and Shuichi after the air had been cleared. The two of them were becoming fast friends, with Owen spending more time in the pack house than in his own apartment. He was filling out a little bit with Shuichi’s cooking and it wasn’t a bad look on him. His favorite parts were when the two of them were snuggled up on Shuichi’s bed, wrapped around one another and trading soft kisses while they alternated between shows.

Getting off work early one day—on a day when he knew the house should be empty with the exception of his favorite Omega—he let himself in and moved toward Shuichi’s room. The sounds coming from behind the door weren’t anything he hadn’t heard before—the radio was a little louder than normal, but not unheard of—so he turned the knob and entered.

The [ sight ] was something he wouldn’t be able to unsee, not that he’d want to. Shutting the door behind him, he twisted the lock and moved over to the stereo, turning it up a little more. Moving over to the foot of the bed, Owen asked, “Can I help you with that?”