#lmtcoy

oooh this is gonna be fun~

23 - Sated

32 - Dust Motes

43 - Undone

He first noticed the subtle movement of the blanket shifting around him. There was very little movement ever felt in the bed, but Time was still aware when one of his partners would leave the bed. He paid no mind to the shuffling of feet against carpet and almost drifted back off to sleep again, content knowing that they would be back soon.

Until the door quietly closed and footsteps walked downstairs.

Well now Time was awake and curious.

Lifting his head from the pillow- the sunbeam highlighting dust motes in the air with how bright it was- and opened up his eye to look at the bright green numbers on the clock. He realized that it was much later in the morning then what he initially thought.

He contemplated behind closed eyelids if he wanted to actually wake up and move now or later. It was… nice, just to lay in bed and relax like this. But he also knew it would be best to get up and move, especially if there was breakfast to be eaten by his partner.

He pushed himself up from the bed and glanced over to see Warriors was still there. The man was still laying there, though from the subtle twitches of his hands and face proved he was waking up as well. A quick trip to the bathroom to take care of business, Time was dressed and taking the stairs slowly today, just basking in the quiet of the house.

He was greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast when he came downstairs, and then by seeing Paya standing at the stove. Her lilac-colored silk robe was undone and hanging down to her elbows and showed off her shoulders while she cooked. Time smiled fondly as he leaned against the doorframe, content to watch her for just a few more moments.

“Your coffee's ready, Time,” she greeted, not even turning to look back at him as she moved in the kitchen. He felt a fond chuckle escape his chest before he stepped in further. She turned to give him a half-asleep smile. “Breakfast should be ready in a bit, and I think you prefer my cooking over what Warriors makes for breakfast anyways.”

Time found himself laughing at her sass and could concede that Paya had gotten better at cooking as the years had gone by. No longer the shy, socially anxious young lady who was his neighbor, she now stood tall and proud as she had come into herself, and Time was immensely content to have her nearby. He leaned in to kiss her temple and grabbed his coffee and the mug that was Warriors’ tea, taking both with him to the table and srt them down.

Warriors came downstairs just as Paya was finished plating up breakfast, already commandeering the parts of the morning paper that Time had already finished reading as Paya plopped down with their plates.

Time listened quietly to the banter between Warriors and Paya, watching the verbal tennis match that held no actual heat behind the words. They laughed and poked and prodded, the genuine happiness in each other's eyes proved to Time that this new arrangement had been beneficial for all involved. His husband and their girlfriend living together and being something quite different that what the norms ever were.

(Is this the worst title I’ve ever made? Yes.) Twark snippet 🖤💚

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The lowrider with the constantly changing plates was back. Dark wasn’t sure when the car had reappeared in its usual spot but he made his move the moment he’d noticed it. He’d already wasted enough time and he was not willing to wait another minute. So at eight in the morning on a Sunday, he pounded on his neighbors door, expression already appropriately mirthful.

“Wakey wakey!” He sung at the door, “I need to talk to you! So get up and come to the door, asshole!”

After nearly a full minute of knocking like an overeager policeman the click of a lock stopped Dark. With his hand still in the air the door swung inward, revealing a figure cloaked in the darkness of his own apartment.

“Mmmnnn?”

Shadows' frame leaned heavily on his own door, hair a ruffled mess of a birdnest. He was half dressed in pajamas, as if he’d just given up halfway and thrown himself into bed with his jeans and socks still on. His eyes, unprotected by his usual shades, are shut against the bright fluorescents of the hallway. It’s a very inefficient and potentially dangerous way to answer a door.

But convenient if you’re Dark. “Oh good! You’re half asleep. This makes it much easier!”

Dark slipped into the apartment through the gap, patting Shadow on the back lightly as he passed. “Thanks for inviting me in, buddy. I just gotta borrow something. I’ll pay you back later, ‘kay?”

Shadow shuts the door and the apartment goes dark. He makes some unintelligible noises and shuffles back to his bedroom, face planting back into his bedsheets. He goes still, breathing evening out in sleep.

Dark smiles. He’ll take that as permission.

Dark gleefully swipes the wallet from the kitchen counter and makes his escape, waving over his shoulder at his unconscious friend. “Thanks a million, pal!”

The door shuts and Dark retreats to his own apartment, smiling at all his new credit cards.

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Dark scrolled through the camera roll. He traced the curves and contours of the nude body on his screen, biting his lip in appreciation. The way the photos were taken invoked an almost bashful aura, the mans face always obscured or turned away. Inexperienced with showing off his impressive body, the man still managed to capture a surprising amount of masculinity and power in the way he flexed and stretched.

Also, holy shit - that ass. Premium membership was so, so fucking worth it.

Dark grinned as he scrolled onto a picture that showed off Twi’s impressive backside. Yup, that’s going on his home screen.

Someone pounded on his door.

“Hey asshole! I know you're in there! Gimme back my wallet!”

“Well, look who’s up.” Dark crows. He saves the picture and snatches up the leather wallet from his bedside. He opens his front door only to be met by an angry punch to his shoulder. If Shadow was any bigger than an average pre-pubescent teen it might have even hurt.

Dark grins down at his friend. “Is that any way to greet a friend?”

Shadow snatches his wallet from Dark’s pants, quick as a whip. “You better not have spent all my money, dickhead.”

“Oh no,” Dark cries mundanely, rolling his eyes. “Goddess forbid I max out Kingsley Max’s credit card. I didn’t know you changed your name.”

Shadow pushes past the bigger man. “It’s the principle of things.”

“You don’t have any principles.”

“Shut up.” Shadow said. He tucked his wallet back into his pocket after checking the contents to make sure everything was in there. “Why the hell did you even need my card? You have your own. Did you lose it all in your liver or something?”

“Nah. I just needed to be untraceable.” Dark shrugs. He walks to the kitchen and takes out a beer. He offers on to Shadow, who takes his peace offering.

Shadow tilts his head so his shades dip low enough to make eye contact with Dark. “You doing something shady?”

“Maybe.”

“Good. I’d hate to lose money on something lame.”

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I did not want to spend a lot of time on his tattoos but i knew I'd be pissed if i didn't so I ended up spending the most time on the serpent💀

anyway, feel like this has a bit more of a anime vibe? Idk, been watching a lot of Dakaretai Otoko lately

Finally finished something that’s been in the works for....a couple months almost? Originally started this a bit after the mess in the kitchen and after Wild broke things off.