#thread;masonmaneo

Pollux rubbed at his eyes in frustration, sleep creeping into his vision. It was late at the headquarters, and the wolf was still working on paperwork. That was the job of the second in command, after all. To do paperwork sometimes. It was really bittersweet. His whole body ached, especially his back, from leaning forward so much and staring over the words. They seemed to just blend together now, and he absolutely hated it. Feeling Lux aching to get out made him even more annoyed. He sighed. Why’d it have to be him stuck with the most annoying demon ever? 

J didn’t know how it had started. Maybe it was about a little disagreement? Either way, now it was happening; they were wrestling. Or fighting. It wasn’t serious, Given, J was weak. Like incredibly weak. Mason could easily pick him up and toss him around. The gumiho weighed nothing compared to the skinwalker’s strength, and he knew it. After all, who was the one that tossed him around during more sexual moments? The answer was Mason. He loved it though, even as he was pinned down on the ground. He was grinning, his face aching from how much he was smiling while they wrestled.