#f1llgraves

F1LLGRAVES, continued from this.

✯ OH, WE'RE IN THE THICK OF IT NOW. REAL NICE GOING THERE, SHADOW OF GOD. LEFT FLUSTERED, AND THE WRATH IS DEFENSIVE ABOUT IT ALL NOW. Granted, professing, confessing, and torturing Graves right out of the grave was barely appropriate, but in moments of GRAVE LOSS, DEATH NARROWLY AVOIDED SUCH AS THESE... we've all got a lot backed up in our chest. THE THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT, screaming to come out.

❝Graves.❞ Not Major. Without another out of ear shot while he recovers from the, ah, strategically successful operation with otherwise minor set backs, the marksman finds the right time and place to shoot him through the heart. He's crossing his arms; it's hard, the fear in your black, cocaine heart. He's a shark, he hears it, don't you forget—BLOOD AND FEAR, and that torn, molten pair in your belongings has plenty blood drawing him here. Eyes of a blood hound mired on him, A KNIFE, from Greece, with love. ❝I'm in love with you.❞ You heard me, fucker. Stance wide, it's a showdown of fear at high noon, can't back out now, nor Texas fold 'em.

Y'ALL ARE DOWN BAD ft. soap mactavish

soap's not usually one for this. a quick romp to scratch an itch, a visit to a bar bathroom, hands over mouths in darkened alleyways, its all the same to him. but this, a kiss that borders on languid ( in the name of shutting him up, but still! ) is unfamiliar. there's a heavy weight pressed over his back and a strong hand on his jaw and a tongue licking into his mouth and soap is unabashed in the loud, keening sound he makes that graves swallows with the kiss.

There was a tension between himself and Graves, one that sparked alight whenever the two even glanced at one another. Deep down, Johnny knew what it was, he could feel it churning in his stomach, sparks of arousal flickering to life in a way that he wanted to be ashamed of and yet couldn't bring himself to repress. At most he ignored it, went about his duties, worked alongside the damn man and ignoring the magnetic pull growing between them until the fucker just had to ruin his carefully thought out plans.

What even gave him the right to say something so carnal? So erotic?

They were alone, just the two of them in a hallway and those words echoed in his ears for a short moment, and for once he was too stunned to form an immediate retort. Licking his lips, Johnny is mindful that it was still just the two of them and he's leaning in close, strong hand dropping immediately to run padded fingers down Graves's uniform, across his stomach and further south and stopping just above the crotch.

He wanted to inch down and cup him there bad, and yet all he does is grin, closing the distance between them just barely so his lips ghost along the other man's ear. "Just this face?" He asks, almost innocently. "I've felt something changing between us, was gonna ignore it, but since we're being frank about all this. I'm well aware that you like to take peeks at this arse of mine."

Adding more pressure to his hand, he dips even lower, just barely touching Graves in uncharted territory. "Tell me the truth, big guy. You want one load in my pretty throat, but what you really want to spill inside me. Watch me come undone around your cock ... am I right?" Bold and wanton with his words, he wanted to know, fuck ignoring the tension.

Why shouldn't they solve this little problem in a more fun way? In a way that only two men knew how to solve such things. Naked and sweaty and needy. Yeah, Johnny would very much like to see this man when he finished, he'd lock such a view away for quieter more lonely moments.

From time to time Death loved to check in War's handy work. Humans had a big hard on for wars and there was always a simple minded reason for it. They didn't like each other or they wanted one piece of land for their own. Greed. It was mostly the root of it.

There she sat on top a building watching them. It was pouring rain. Best cover for any raid. "My my. War you have your work cut out for you." She holds her umbrella over her head. Not that she even minded the rain but she had to still be in 'cover' for the human world.

She looks down at the file in her hand, flipping through a few pages. A solider, male. Slowly bleeding out to a gunshot would just beneath her.

Death tosses the file letting it sinder to nothing but ash before jumping down. She walks up to the soldier who held his gun up with what strength he had left in him right at her. But she doesn't flinch.

me serving up rick's absolute dinner & dessert on this fine dining establishment tonight (right in front of that lady's salad)