No Good Deed

Eugene smirks.

"Now you've just made it a challenge, man. I can't back down from a challenge of my skills."

He gives Therion one more once over. "I could lick you dry if you want," he says with a wink before moving towards a locker to change.

"Besides, climbing is more back than legs so it's a perfect full body work out. Well, besides fucking but we gotta do other things sometimes."

He changes into his workout clothes, short shorts that barely cover his ass, and a cut off shirt where the sides are holding on by basically string at the bottom.

"Is that so?" Therion took a step closer, but didn't specify which part of Eugene's response he was addressing. He watched as he waited for the younger man dressed up, all while he grabbed a towel to dry himself. The gym owner wiped the fabric slowly over his own body, tracing the contours of his muscles as he worked his way from top to bottom.

"You do have a strong back," Therion nodded in approval, lifting a leg to dry his feet before he reached out, firm hand squeezing at Eugene's exposed side. "But you are right, there are other things to do other than a good rough fuck. Part of adulthood, right? Responsibilities..." His hand reached deeper into the tank top, fingertips skillfully tracing the direction of the muscles. "-Self-control, self-discipline. That sort of thing."

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zeke’s  eyes  flicked  up  briefly,  just  enough  to  catch  the  weight  behind  the  words.  a  low  hum  rumbled  in  his  chest—maybe  a  growl,  maybe  not—and  then  he  let  his  gaze  drop  back  to  the  counter,  pretending  the  remark  hadn’t  fazed  him.  he  leaned  back  just  a  little,  eyes  still  sharp,  corners  of  his  mouth  tugging  into  a  faint  smirk.  “maybe  not  the  worst…  yet.  careful  where  you  step,  doc.”

he  let  his  dark  eyes  scan  elphyrio  for  a  beat,  catching  the  exhaustion,  stress,  and  faint  sharpness  that  clung  to  him.  the  rumble  in  his  chest  grew  low,  almost  instinctual,  as  he  reached  for  a  cup  and  the  steaming  coffee  pot.  “black.  strongest  you'll  get  in  town,”  he  murmured,  filling  it  carefully,  fangs  brushing  his  lower  lip.  sugar  went  in,  then  he  slid  down  the  bar,  plucking  a  menu  and  sliding  it  under  the  cup  with  a  flick  of  his  claws.

“dealer’s  choice  on  the  food,  huh?  bold  move.”  he  glanced  at  the  prep  line,  muscles  tensing  as  he  moved  with  the  precise,  predatory  rhythm  he  always  carried  when  cooking.  eggs  cracked,  bacon  sizzled,  and  sausages  popped  under  his  careful  watch  and  the  faint,  smoky  aroma  filled  the  air,  mixing  with  the  rich  scent  of  grilled  cheese  and  bread.  methodical,  exact,  layering  in  just  enough  flavor  to  make  it  his  own—sharp,  messy,  satisfying.  meat,  eggs  and  grilled  cheese.  a  ode,  if  you  asked  zeke. 

by  the  time  he  plated  it,  the  steam  rising  off  the  food  carried  a  warmth  even  zeke  couldn’t  ignore.  he  set  it  down  in  front  of  elphyrio,  sliding  the  coffee  over  with  a  soft  clink.  claws  traced  the  counter  lightly,  a  subtle  reminder  this  was  his  territory.  “don’t  know  who  dumped  water  on  my  mood.  might’ve  been  the  universe.  might’ve  been  me.  eat  first,  ask  questions  later.”

"Music to my ears," The doctor responded with a smile, with the promise of the strongest black coffee, "That's why I like coming here. The younger generation has invented numerous types of caffeinated drinks by simply adding flavoured, sugared water to caffeine. But sometimes you just need a good old brew to remind yourself what a shitty day it can be." There is beauty in always preparing for the worst. At least that's why Elphyrio believes in, no matter how pessimistic it might sound.

"Have you seen Roy today?" As the dinner owner prepared the meal and plated the food, Elphyrio asked while reading a few quick work messages on his phone. "The young man kept talking about this place. Sometimes it feels like he might as well be a stray, constantly hanging out at places he thinks he belongs to. Perhaps it was because of his grandfather. Rebellious soul and all that. Ah, thank you." His eyes paused at the man's claws, but it didn't stop him from reaching for the cup of coffee for an almost desperate swig.

Elphyrio didn't waste any second. For someone who managed to maintain manners with the use of fork and knife, he consumed the food at an incredibly efficient pace. Doctor training, Elphyrio would say if someone comments on it. You never know how short your lunch break can be.

"So, what do you do when you are not behind the counter? Surely there must be something in this town that can squeeze a smile out of your foul mood."

"Oh um. No? My dad will be around forever so I don't need to take it over?" Auri of course knew that wasn't the case but something deep in his soul told him it was so. His father would never leave him so he had no reason to take over the inn. "But I guess if he wanted me to I could? Um I think one day I want to do art therapy with people." he said with a smile. "Or be a model. Because I'm very pretty."

"What was your dream when you were my age? You're really handsome I bet you could be a model too."

Elphyrio felt his jaw tighten when his brain confirmed what he has just heard. The young man's smile was so bright and innocent, Elphyrio wondered if he has ever been taught about what could be an appropriate topic with an acquaintance or not. The doctor decided to ignore that comment, primarily out of respect for the innkeeper.

"We will put up a list and decide on one," Elphyrio said with a firm tone. The list seemed to be piling up, and they weren't sure whether Humberto would agree or not. "-After we obtain your father's approval."

The conversation over art therapy actually raised Elphyrio's interest. After all, art therapy has been proven to be a helpful form of psychotherapy treatment. The creative process of making art has been proven to help people express and explore complex emotions, experiences, and thoughts that may be difficult to put into words. Those are valuable pieces of information that can help plan a successful treatment.

"I thought I would work with animals. But my grades are good enough to get into medical school, so I made a decision." Elphyrio said, "I wouldn't think I can be a good model. I was asked once by someone from the university, but I declined. I am never good at putting my face in front of a camera. It feels like everyone is going to judge the person in the photo, and I am not sure I am comfortable with the idea."

sometimes, humberto thought that his son was a little too bright. too trusting of others. even if the doctor had stayed with them while he was in between moves, what did they really know about him? so he would have to keep an eye on him for the both of them. "bubbly isn't everyone's cup of tea. he's a good guy though. if you tell him you don't have the energy for the conversation, he won't push." was he just trying to reassure that someone would end the interaction? maybe.

"do you have any children? seems like you're talking from experience of someone flying off a cliff and falling down." it wasn't that he didn't value the man's opinion. he did, somewhat. he was just wary when anyone tried to give him parenting advice. that was always a concern in the back of his head since biologically, auri wasn't his. just adopted. "good to know that you seem to have a good eye. that'll pair well with a nice machego or comté if you want some cheese to go along with it." he knew a thing or too about making some boards.

so that's where all of this was leading towards. auri leaving the nest to go specifically into the man's arms. "i'll pitch in any way that i can. zeke also owns luna's if you want something a little more filling for the patients." humberto needed to make it clear that he would be involved in some way. this was a group effort. "auri has had real world experiences, but he's always been interested in medicine. i don't see the harm in taking a couple hours out of his week to do that. as long as he's managing his time correctly." not letting any of his other responsibilities fall through the cracks. that would be the deal.

"speak freely around me. i'm not one to judge." he was, but he could always keep it respectful to say the least. "just don't overwork him. i know where to find you and him and lochlan are my whole world."

"Of course, Gretel, I always treat my volunteers well. They are giving up their time for something good and rewarding, after all." Elphyrio offered a comforting smile, one that seemed sincere enough to show his appreciation of the approval.

An eyebrow was raised one-sided when the question struck. "Children? No, but I have worked with a wide range of people. So I suppose you weren't wrong to say I have flown and fallen. But everyone deserves a chance to fly, don't you agree? But of course, your boys are young, and father surely knows best."

The matter has settled, and Elphyrio figured Auri should be happy enough with the result of this conversation. He changed the subject as he walked toward the next stall with the innkeeper. "You know, I can't say I have the opportunity to meet everyone in town yet. You seem to be well-known to and by many. I am curious about your opinion of this place." He paused and looked at an innocent banquet of yellow flower arrangements for a moment, "Or people, perhaps."

Eugene shakes the hand back, eyes roaming over Therion to his hearts content.

"Happy to be here, man. I was thinking chest..." his gaze settles for a moment on Therion's massive chest. "And a bit of legs." He lets his gaze wander further, taking in his thighs that he imagines splitting open a watermelon.

He shakes himself out of his staring.

"Don't really need a trainer, but I wouldn't mind a spot. Not all of us have pecs of steel."

He bumps the chest.

"Then maybe we can do that wall together. See who's the better climber."

He winks.

If Therion did notice the way Eugene's eyes roamed over his exposed body, he clearly didn't mind being looked at. The gym owner maintained a casual posture. The firmness of the handshake hinted at his strong grip strength, especially when the veins along his forearm popped with more definition as their hands locked.

"Good choices. Picking the two parts that most people love and hate the most." Therion grinned as he moved his hand over his chest and gave it a firm grip. "I have done chest earlier already, but I will be more than happy to provide you with a spot. Although climbing straight after pushing legs might be a bad idea." Therion nodded as he gave the idea a more serious thought.

"So I will suggest picking one between them. I suppose I should dry myself. I assumed you would want to get straight into the chest workout? Maybe we can start with bench press."

Noting how the younger man gave his pec a light jolt, Therion let out a laugh. "Well, you can't build your body like this in one day. It takes time and dedication. But I have always found working out an excellent way to distract myself from bad habits, among other things." Theron's smile widened at the grin, licking his lower lip in response.

Eugene enters the gym, not really expecting much though being pleasantly surprised by how nice it actually all looks. He's used to dingy bars and cramped apartments for his usual haunts. But the price for membership looked reasonable online so he figured he should branch out. Besides, looking this good does take effort.

He stands at the front desk for a bit but no one comes. Weird.

He shrugs and decides he'll show himself around, then talk with someone later when they're hopefully there.

He mostly skims over all the equipment, checking that he's at least familiar with most of it. Gives the small but no less useful climbing wall an impressed nod, then heads to the locker room. The amenities will be the deal breaker.

Walking in, he is impressed by it, the lockers, the counter space. But the showers catch his attention. Or rather the hot body in the wide open space.

Oh, so it's that kind of a gym?

He smirks, leaning against the door frame and just watching the nude man wash himself.

"If I had known there'd be this much eye-candy, I'd have come sooner."

He turned, didn't shy away from the pair of eyes. After all, Therion has worked hard to build his physique, there was nothing on his body that he should be ashamed of.

"Hey, Eugene! I did see your name being added to the register. Thanks for signing up, man." He grinned brightly and stepped out from the shower water, approaching the other man to offer a firm, friendly handshake as a gesture of greeting. "Honestly, this means a lot. A lot of townfolks are giving this place and me a chance, which I am honestly excited for."

One hand combed over his hair and swiped it backwards, water dripped down slowly along the curves of his definition. "So, what are you looking to do today? Chest or arms? Or do you want to try out that climbing wall? I know we only have one wall at the moment, but there is enough space to expand once in the future. Hey, if you need a hand with anything, I am here to help out. Since I am just getting the ball started rolling, happy to give out a few free sessions, especially for newcomers."

𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊  𝖎𝖘  𝖇𝖗𝖔𝐤𝖊𝖓     ...       the  charmont  estate.

“     hey  …  hey!  d-don't  come  in  here.  this  is  still  p-private  property.  my  family's  house  …  my  h-house  …     ”                 florian  says,  his  voice  slurred  and  unsure,  as  the  confusion  refused  to  settle  in  his  head.  one  day,  he  was  the  chief  of  police  of  this  town.  the  runaway  socialite,  who  is  still  looking  for  himself.  but  now  …  now,  he  is  also  a  prince.  he  used  to  hold  a  sword  in  his  hand,  and  fought  curses  and  enemies  with  the  power  of  true  love.  he  knows  both  of  these  to  be  true  …  but  why  does  his  mind  reject  it? 

outside,  he  could  see  the  confused  faces  of  other  people  as  well.  are  they  also  experiencing  what  he  is  experiencing  right  now?  he  should  be  out  there  …  helping  people,  and  calming  the  situation.  be  the  stalwart  sheriff  they  know  him  to  be.  but  right  now,  he  just  wants  it  to  stop.      “     please,  just  …  leave  the  house.     ”      he  continues.      “     tell  everyone  to  go  home.  i  will  fix  this  tomorrow.  please.     ”

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There was this rage that was suddenly unleashed deep within Therion's spirit. It wasn't like an erupting volcano or a destructive explosive, unshackled in the most violent way. Instead, it was like a brewing storm, suppressed by a mixture of confusion and self-control that manifested in the sights of others that he cares about.

"Stay with me, Florian, stay with- Look, just-" Therion tried to get a physical hold on the other man. As two branches of memories fought for dominance in his mind, he finally lost patience with the other man, who was clearly also struggling with the mental conflict.

"-LISTEN TO ME!"

The sudden roar made even Therion himself shaken. He didn't think he would lose control and shouted in such a way, especially when he was sober. Has the rage always been buried deep within him, waiting to be released? Heads were turning toward him, and for the first time in a very long time, Therion felt like he was being looked at like a... monster.

But he got a grip and threw a glare at everyone around them.

"OUT. NOW."

He grabbed Florian's arm and yanked him toward the first room he could find, slamming the door behind them and shutting the rest of the world away. He grumbled loudly, breathing loudly as he tried to calm himself. He turned, checking on Florian and holding both sides of his cheeks with his hands.

"Okay...Talk to me, Florian- Whatever is happening...I am your friend, we can...trust each other. Fuck-"

"i suppose that i couldn't gate keep it for too long. especially since you seem to have good taste and now some free time on your hands." humberto also had the chance to slip away. the purpose of the trip was to grab a couple of things for the inn. auri and lochlan could keep everything running while he was gone.

the polite nod was also returned, but the older man made sure to stay on his side of the conversation. he didn't want to cross any boundaries. his own included. they were cordial, so there was that at least.

"there are a couple of guests that we've had with us for a while, so i'm actually getting them a gratitude gift. a thank you for keeping me in business." a small laugh from his side. maybe it was going to be a way to ensure that they extended their reservation once more. always working some angle. "what about you? winding down after a long shift?" oh, so the man and his son were familiar? good to know so he can keep that in the back of his mind. "one of his newest hobbies. hope he wasn't a bother." not that he ever thought he would be.

"he has a lot of things that would make a father proud. his work being one of them." although he was making a mental note to remind auri not to be so open. just because they knew the doctor didn't mean he had to know everything about their lives. still, a proud and small smile formed on his face. "he does both here and there. the craft shop lets him spread his wings a little bit without me hovering all the time."

"He wasn't," Elphyrio reassured the father. "Auri was...delightful. Although I must admit, I am not very good at handling someone with such a bright and open personality." Once again, he chose his words carefully. But he also trusted Humberto to have the intellect to understand the meanings beneath the polite exchange. They respect each other, and Elphyrio found no reason not to deliver deferential words with masked honesty.

"But here's the thing about a young man his age, you know. They step into society and suddenly think they are all mature. They see a path and suddenly decide they have wanderlust. It's essential to...carefully and delicately expose them to the real world. Enough to satisfy them, but not too much that they will jump straight off the cliff and run off with some random lover. Ah, look. That cold cut looks excellent. They even have duck prosciutto." He picked up a package and turned it a few times, looking at the description.

"He seemed to find some of the charity works I am involved in interesting. That could be a suitable controlled environment for him to use as a window to peek into the real world. He does have so many skills to share, after all. And with your involvement, it will be a great opportunity to generate extra income and a positive reputation for your venue. People might come and pay for the class in the name of charity, but they will also need snacks and drinks that your lovely inn can surely provide." It would be a win-win situation, especially during seasons when there are fewer travellers in the area.

"Just an idea. Don't mind me, I am just speaking out from my mind. But I dare say Auri might see this as an act of fatherly kindness, you know. It does feel like he yearns for something more."

Auri laughed and showed off what he was wearing, sure it was a little big but measurements were hard, and he did things by feel mostly. He had no lack of confidence though. The way his father had raised him meant he was brimming with self confidence he never doubted that he was beautiful and talented. "Oh I have lots of talents. Obviously I am very good at magic tricks. I can do oreganomi. I can knit, and paint, and do wood working." he said counting off his skills. "I'm also very pretty." he said with a little laugh.

"I like painting all kinds of things! I like watercolors the best. Lots of landscapes, some portraits. Um sometimes I just paint my feelings." he said wishing he had some photos to show the other man.

"You could sell a date with me! Or I could paint them a picture. Or I give good head."

"I don't think I should be selling a date with you without your father's consent. And- Did you really just say you give good head?" Elphyrio had a confused look on his face. He wondered what sort of things the boy's father would say if he heard how this conversation had turned. "...I think we should stick with classes." He said carefully, "I will...ask your father the next time I see him. Pellar isn't exactly a prominent place, so I'm sure I will run into him eventually."

Confidence is good, but a logical filter would also be preferable to Elphyrio's taste. In all fairness, Elphyrio has started to think that perhaps Gothel was right to keep a closer eye on this one.

"So...Do you think you will take over your father's inn someday?" Elphyrio once again turned the topic in an entirely different direction. He really is trying to remain polite. True, Auri is bright and friendly. But the naiveness can be...a little much. "Or do you have bigger plans for other things? Hopes and dreams, I suppose."

"What are they going to do? Fire their only bartender in the middle of their event?"

Eugene scoffs and finishes his drink before Elphyrio starts touching him like that. His mind immediately zeroes in to where the hand move from his collar to the nape of his neck and- oh fuck!

It's not even that hard of a tug but it has Eugene breathing heavy and getting hard already.

As if he'd say, 'no' to anything said to him like that.

He swallows and nods in his understanding.

He rounds back to the bar and tells the crowd he'll be back in a minute, and that he needs to restock some stuff. More groans but he couldn't give any less of a shit.

He hurries into the back room, leaving the door open a crack. He frantically searches through his satchel until he finds the lube he always carries.

He shoves his slacks down to his knees, lubes up two fingers, reaches behind to shove them both into his twitching hole. He bites his lip to keep his moan quiet though it barely does.

Quick and dirty he preps his hole, ass pointed to the doorway as he fingers himself.

Three minutes were quick to pass.

Elphyrio entered the stock room as if that was the most natural thing to do. He shut the door quietly behind him, turning the lock before he gazed almost lazily at the younger man. "You see, Eugene, that's what I don't understand about the younger generation nowadays. So eager to rush through things that you don't get to learn how to truly enjoy it."

The man was already in a perfect position. Elphyrio grabbed Eugene by his wrist and pulled those two fingers out, throwing the hand aside. The same hand reached up, this time taking a firmer grip of the man's hair to arch Eugene's back to his desired angle.

"I don't want to hear a sound coming out from you pretty, charming mouth," Elphyrio whispered into Eugene's ear, lips caressing the younger man's earlobe. His middle finger caught a drip of lube that was sliding down along the curve, the tip travelled up until it reached the ring, circling around it in a teasing gesture. "Except for when you say thank you."

He built up enough anticipation before he pushed the long, middle finger in. Turning it slowly, but added a quick, unexpected thrust when the ring began to swallow each joint. He didn't intend for a quick dance; instead, the motion was slow and deliberate. Elphyrio was exploding, searching for every single nerve that would trigger the man. He took his time, but when he found the spot, he did not hesitate to toy with it.

"Do not touch yourself," Elphyrio said in a low voice. Not loud, but commanding. When he finally got to knuckle deep, he pulled out slowly, until only the first section of his finger was still buried inside the hole. "Until I give you permission."

His hand on Eugene's hair pulled harder, tugging down until the man's hips began to move, making the bartender sink his weight down to sit on his finger. Soon, he added the second, all while he trained Eugene to move his hips on his own with firm control over the pace and rhythm.

Rory pouts as the doctor moves out of his touch. He keeps the pout up even as he calls his grandpa, making up some excuse about staying at Will's for the night and how he's got a migraine and yada yada. He doesn't care if his grandpa buys it at this point but he is off the hook for now.

He quickly gets dressed, though his mesh shirt doesn't hide anything, his thong is well, a thong, and his jeans are so tight, they might as well look painted on. The only thing not just super slutty is his boots but doesn't make them any less sexy.

He steps out into the hall and sees the doctor getting ready to leave.

"Ready when you are, doc. I'm starving. Craving some sausage."

He smirks and looks to Elphyrio's crotch, showing just how ready he is to "thank" the doctor.

It didn't take long for Elyphrio to put his doctor coat away and retrieve his backpack. He found Rory in the hall, tilting his head at the man's choice of clothing for the night before. "Young people these days, and I am not even that old." He shook his head, but still reached out to ruffle Rory's hair before he gave him a playful shove toward the exit.

"I am sure there are plenty of sausages at the diner." The doctor said, fully aware Rory was eyeing his private part. "Maybe good old Zeke will give you an extra. He does have that look on his face like he is waiting for trouble to step into his diner all the time. And you are, of course, like trouble manifesting itself." He walked toward his motorbike and unlocked the storage space at the back, tossing Rory one of the helmets before he put on his own.

His motorbike, a Harley-Davidson Nightster Special, is one of Elyphrio's proud possessions. Despite his usual sensible look, the doctor surprisingly enjoys speed. The thrill when everything blurs out around you is something that makes Elyphrio's heart beats fast.

"Come on, let's fly."