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it was a long and trying two hours. the score was pretty close, nicky’s team just barely coming out victorious by only three points. the team would get to hear about that from coach at their next meeting, but for the time being he and the rest of the players got to enjoy the victory. grin wide on his lips, nicky made his way into the locker room and over towards his locker. he had been singing to himself before he realized he wasn’t alone. he turned his head, a sheepish smile overcoming his features when he saw the other — one of the cheerleaders for the team. “hey, you were great out there.” he offered to them before he slowly started to peel his uniform off.

“Wow. Those shorts make you look incredible, love.” Mike beamed, stepping around Luciano to get a better view of their rear. “But how on Earth did you get them? Don’t get me wrong: they’re amazing but...” He smiled. “It looks like you’re filling them near to bursting.”

                    “Honestly? I don’t really think I care.” Vincent said quietly with a grin as he looked around the large room before looking back to his son. The man raised his brows with a smile and bit at his lower lip.

Malik was no blushing virgin, but he was still getting used to Luciano’s insatiable hunger when it came to them having sex. He was perfectly happy to let Luca guide the way and dictate how they wanted to be treated, letting himself play the role of subservient lover whose only desire was to fulfill Luciano’s every wish.

“You want— you want me to put my fingers in your mouth?” Malik asks tentatively, making sure he heard Luciano correctly. The idea filled him with arousal that went straight to his dick, and he wasn’t prepared to disappoint.

      Theo wished with ever fiber of his being he wasn’t stuck in his current situation but no matter how hard he tried to wake up from this nightmare nothing seemed to changed. He felt sick to his stomach and absolutely confused while trying to suppress his emotions, he had a job to do now and all that mattered was preparing his tributes for what was coming. He had first hand experience after all, he had volunteered for the games chasing glory and a better life, the reality of life after the games though wasn’t anywhere near as pretty as it was made out to be. He was plagued with repetitive nightmares about what he had done, how he had killed over eight others to win. He was haunted by the look of fear each had, the life literally leaving each of their eyes as he stabbed and fought them. 

      It was the reason why when he had come home he hadn’t been able to make a real connection with anyone. He had tried dating but no one understood the night terrors, the guilt, not even Luca who he had known all his life. They had lasted the longest out of his failed relationships because they had a real connection before he came home damaged but even that wasn’t enough. Then Theo was named a mentor last year, and he resented the job, watching others he had to coach die, he had hoped to try and keep himself less emotionally involved this year but that all went to hell the moment Luca’s name was drawn. He didn’t want to watch Luca struggle in the arena and possibly meet his demise, he wanted to yell and break things, and he had back at his home before he was escorted to the train.

      Now though was the time for him to keep it together, if he couldn’t do that then it’d only make things worse for his two tributes. Two tributes, he had two and all he could think about was one of them, whoever the girl was hadn’t crossed his mind and for that he felt guilty. Still he had to see Luca first, had to check on the other before anything else so he went to the room assigned to the male tribute and knocked on the door before entering.

      “Hey-” He muttered as he approached, “How are you holding up?” He questioned trying to smile so not to add to what was probably an abundance of fear and disbelief Luca was currently feeling.

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Alright, at least Liam could admit that he isn’t exactly the best of kids as far as spawnlings go. Sure, he likes to party and might have had a little more stunt that needs underhanded deals to cover up, but to be fair, with a father who was barely there and threw him right onto a lap of his new wife that seemed to weigh her own sternness onto him like they were cats and dogs in the past life, maybe it was justified. No it was. And maybe he owed to them how it taught him enough patience; that with how the days wore on with his old man somewhere in Europe probably partying with the Serbian mob or actually doing work, Liam was in his best behavior. Maybe. Well at least he was listening to every word that Luca would say. He’s a good boy. Besides, it was easier to be a less testy when the idle summer has provided him with a little more entertainment in the form of his step-mom’s own buxom ripeness. In all fairness, maybe it was because Liam was quickly thrown into a situation where some other person had to meddle with him that he met her with such disdain. But if they weren’t talking and she was out there acting like the matriarch that she is, Luciano was as his father probably saw her ---------- trophy wives had always been such ripe fruits.

And to such one night, it was no different. That with enough patience—and a trusty duplicate of a key that finally came, his patience had finally come to, well, its proverbial fruition. Watching her indulge in that expensive wine in her room was the promise of a good night after all. All he needed was to wait it out… and go on to his prowl.