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I’m learning about all kinds of international designer brands. I’m learning a lot about fashion for someone who does not care about fashion at all.

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“ Your breath against my neck is the only thing keeping me from losing control right now. ”

“ I can feel your pulse racing under my fingertips - tell me what you want me to do about it. ”

“ Stop looking at me like that unless you’re ready for what comes next. ”

“ Every time you bite your lip, I have to fight the urge to kiss it better. ”

“ The way your body arches when I touch you here ... it’s almost unfair. ”

“ I’ve been thinking about the sound you make when I kiss that spot just below your ear. ”

“ You’re trembling. Is it because my hands are too cold, or because you like this too much? ”

“ If you keep making those little noises, I won’t be held responsible for what happens. ”

“ I want to memorize every inch of you with my lips. ”

“ Tell me to stop, and I will. But we both know you don’t want me to. ”

“ Your skin tastes like sin, and I’m already addicted. ”

“ I love how you melt the second my hands slide under your shirt. ”

“ You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to pin you against this wall. ”

“ The way you say my name like that should be illegal. ”

“ I’m going to take my time with you tonight - every second, every sigh. ”

“ Your thighs are shaking… should I keep going, or do you need a moment? ”

“ I can feel how much you want this. Don’t try to hide it from me. ”

“ Let me watch you fall apart - just like that. ”

“ You’re so responsive … it’s driving me absolutely mad. ”

“ I want to hear you beg, just once, before I give you everything. ”

“ Your hands feel like fire on my skin, and I never want you to stop. ”

“ Kiss me like you’re trying to ruin me for anyone else. ”

“ I love the way your back bows when I trace my tongue down your spine. ”

“ You’re trying so hard to stay quiet … but I want to hear you. ”

“ Tell me where you want my mouth next. ”

“ I could spend hours just teasing you until you can’t take it anymore. ”

“ The heat between us is unbearable - come here. ”

“ You look so beautiful like this, flushed and breathless because of me. ”

“ I want to feel you come undone beneath my hands. ”

“ Every time you touch me, it feels like the first time all over again. ”

“ Your lips are swollen from my kisses … and I’m not even close to done. ”

“ I love how you grip the sheets when I do that. ”

“ You taste even better than I imagined. ”

“ Don’t close your eyes - I want to see everything you’re feeling. ”

“ I’m going to ruin you in the sweetest way possible. ”

“ Your body fits against mine like it was made for this. ”

“ I can’t decide if I want to go slow and savor you, or lose myself completely. ”

“ The way you whisper my name when I’m inside you … I’ll never get enough. ”

“ You’re so wet / hard already, and I’ve barely touched you. ”

“ Let me mark you here, where only I can see. ”

“ I want to feel your nails in my back while you fall apart. ”

“ You have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that. ”

“ I’m going to kiss every place that makes you gasp. ”

“ Your hips moving against mine like that - it’s torture. ”

“ I love how you surrender when I finally give you what you’ve been craving. ”

“ Stay still … or I’ll have to start all over again. ”

“ The sounds you’re making are going to haunt my dreams. ”

“ I want you so badly it hurts to hold back. ”

“ Come closer - I need to feel every inch of you against me. ”

“ Tonight, you’re mine, and I’m going to remind you exactly why. ”

The first piece of fanart for this book. My lovely main character Narise, drawn by @grandninjamasterren thank you!!

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“Why’d I have to be the one to set the water temp? You’re the fucking fish.”

“Who’s a fish? You shits were in the water just as much as me before we moved.”

“Excuse me! Which of us decided to make swimming his entire life”

“Which of us decided to try and be a penguin in a place that never gets snow?”

“Fucking jerk.”

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Narise smiles as he folds his napkin as Paek finishes signing the bill and places it on the restaurant table. It was a quiet one, upscale and expensive. The type of place he could never afford to go to on his own. But since he'd met Paek, he'd been to places like this more than a few times and was slightly more comfortable. But this one was especially nice, it seemed fancier than the others, with less people around at other tables. only a few across the room had people. The ones around them had no one. But it was a weeknight. It had seemed like one of Paek's usual calls. Since they'd met, from time to time he'd call and invite Narise out and take him shopping, insisting on footing the bill for anything Narise wanted, they usually would go walking after, at a park or a musuem or art galleries, but their days out always ended with food. A dinner or a lunch or coffee and pasteries, always in a classy, expensive place. He had to call them days out, not dates. Because they weren't. Despite Paek asking him out, and paying for everything, and not allowing Narise to even get his wallet out, they weren't dates. Paek was perfectly mannered, perfectly decent, maybe a few subtle flirts or accidental touches, but that might just be Narise seeing things. Paek probably just enjoyed having someone outside his world to talk to. He never gave any indication that he wanted more. Until today, today had been different. It was just entering the winter season, which was usually only slightly cooler than the rest of the year, but it had been an unseasonably cold day. Paek had picked him up in a sports car instead of an SUV, though Narise could see it following them. He'd opened the door for Narise himself instead of one of his men who always seemed to be hovering. He'd offered his hand to assist as usual, but it seemed his grip lingered and withdrew more slowly, allowing his fingers to brush against Narise's. His smiles had seemed particularly soft and his voice had the warm tone that he only seemed to use when speaking to Narise, but it seemed a bit stronger, like buried embers glowing in the ashes of a fire as you start to stir it back to life. The last time he'd heard that edge was when Paek had given him orders when they were messing with the asshole who wouldn't back off when rejected, It'd been stronger then, this was much more restrained, barely there. He'd been touching Narise more too. They went to a fashion show. It was one Narise had been saving money to try and buy a ticket too but had failed to have enough before they sold out. He'd been so excited when he realized they were going to get to watch it that he'd smiled, and grabbed Paek's arm and bounced up to kiss his cheek before encouraging them both to hurry so they didn't miss anything. Paek had wrapped an arm around his waist to guide him through the crowd, looping Narise's arm through his to keep him close when they stopped to socialize, and a hand on the small of his back to direct him to their seats. When they left and stepped outside, Paek had taken off his own coat and settled it over Narise's shoulders, and adjusting it so it enveloped Narise in its warmth as they walked to the car.

He was always considerate like that. Watching out for Narise, anticipating his needs, keeping his health and comfort in the forefront of whatever they were doing. Even taking Narise to the illegal street race came with a guard assigned to monitor him in case he collapsed and a separate, limited access area with a lounge chair for him to rest. So it was probably just Paek being Paek, but Narise couldn't help how his heart skipped a beat as he looked over at Paek, who was standing and moving, before Narise could move himself, Paek was drawing the chair back and offering a hand to help Narise stand. Maybe he was worried that the Fashion show had been too much? Narise offers a fond smile and a soft squeeze before he releases Paek's hand. "Thank you. I am alright though. I've already promised to let you know if I start feeling faint or unwell. You've been so kind and attentive today. You don't have to go so out of your way to take care of me." Paek nods, "I do not need to, but I wish to." He didn't say more, simply picking up Narise's bag and guiding Narise with a hand on his back again all the way to the beautiful car they'd been driving around in today. He opens the door as he had all day and takes Narise's hand to help him in, but he doesn't move, his hand offering the slightest tug to hold Narise back from climbing in. Narise looks up into his eyes, those banked embers in his voice seemed to have climbed into his darkened eyes, whispering promises Narise wanted but knew would never be. the look lingers, Narise turned to face him, barely inches apart, surrounded by the car and Paek, a place some might find terrifying, but Narise had never felt safer. Yet there was a thrumming through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest as his lips part slightly and he tries to think, but coming up with words seemed impossible, swallowed up by the intensity of Paek's stare. Then slowly, hesitatingly, almost as though he was himself scared, or maybe not certain, or something else entirely, he raises Narise's hand to his lips and presses a long kiss to his knuckles, eyes locked onto Narise, studying every minuet detail of his reaction, the tiny gasp that was barely more than a breath, the way he almost stopped breathing entirely. Whatever he was looking for, he must have found, because he stopped Narise's breath entirely with his next move, stepping forward to press a hand to Narise's cheek, curling around his jaw to tenderly, softly hold his head as he presses a long, lingering, soft kiss to his lips. Narise melts into the kiss months in the making, his glossed lips sliding against Paek as the man presses forward, pinning Narise against the side of the car and deepening the kiss. Narise releases his hand to drape his arm around Paek's shoulders, his other hand coming to rest on Paek's chest, wrapping itself around a small handful of his jacket, as though he could by that small grip keep them in the moment forever. Paek wraps his free arm around Narise, tenderly pulling him closer as the kiss lingered on and slowly gentled before it ended softly, their foreheads pressed together as their breath mingled in the cold air, Paek's coat fluttering around Narise in the slight breeze, the chill no longer noticed by either man.

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Paek turns his head ever so slightly. Narise can sense the tension in him returning, can guess the internal conflict, the age difference, the places they were in their lives and careers. Narise, a student starting to try to break into multiple public-facing industries and Paek a public CEO and behind the scenes, the right hand of the biggest mob in the city. It was a big difference. But Narise didn't care, he didn't care about the age gap or the jobs, sure the guns were intimidating and sometimes really scary, but he could learn to be ok because it was Paek, Paek who always made sure that he was safe before anything else and had since the first day they met. he lets go of his jacket to run his hand up Paek's chest until both arms were resting over his shoulders and he tilts his head enough for a quick peck, a soft, brief kiss to bring Paek back to the moment. "Don't go backing out on me now. You've kept me waiting months for that." His voice is low and soft and full of excitement. "I shouldn't...This isn't smart. You should walk away now, before you end up wrapped up in my life. You don't know how dark it can get." It wasn't the conflict that Narise had thought he'd hear, there's a certainty. The tone of a man who decided this was what he wanted and what he was going to have and giving Narise one last chance to run. Narise should, he really should-- but he doesn't. He leans up, brushing a breath against his lips before rocking back down and returning to the sweet embrace his forehead still pressed against Paek. "So show me. Let me into your world. Show me all of you and let me show you I won't run." He felt it in his bones, there'd be time for flirting and dramatics and teasing as they negotiated their way to more. But this moment was important, this moment demanded sincerity in every word. He'd tease Paek about his age and job, he'd flirt and snap back and have all the dramatics and fun later, but this pure moment was only honesty, Narise letting Paek know that Narise had made up his mind as well. Paek tightens his arms around Narise and kisses him again, just as sweetly. "Then be prepared, because like hell will I let you go now." He presses forward, his kiss becoming desperate, hungry, but no less skilled as he coaxed Narise, kissing him until there was no room, for thought in his mind. When he finally pulls away, Narise sags slightly against the car as he catches his breath. His tongue flicks against red, swollen lips as he chases the taste of Paek left behind. Paek's eyes were dark and the burning embers in his eyes and his voice glowed brighter with promise and desire.

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Narise tugs at the hem of the open back collared vest that he wore as the Rover pulls into the driveway of his destination. He was meeting Paek to attend an even with some of Paek's underworld associates and not the street ones, but the fancy, super rich ones. He'd asked that Narise dress up a bit for the event and so he had.

The sleeveless, three button black collared vest he'd chosen to wear by itself had a plunging neckline to the first of the buttons and the hem was short, leaving small triangles of visible skin on his sides where it didn't quite meet his white slacks. His bare arms and shoulders were dusted with the faintest hint of scented shimmer dust. He paired the outfit with heeled black boots, gold hoop earrings and a black leather watch on one wrist and a three band gold bracelet on the other. His warm honey hair had been swept gently back away from his face leaving his bangs and a few framing pieces.

He'd even gone with a soft natural makeup look and the expensive perfume that Paek had bought him. And of course, his diamond-pattern, mirror leather Chanel bag. Everything he wore except the makeup had been bought by Paek. He'd decided to go with this look since the event seemed to matter to Paek.

He stares up at the mansion as he steps down from the Range Rove that had been sent to get him. He'd been here twice before for Paek's version of 'family dinner' with 'the kids' aka the three men that Paek, his boss and his boss's husband had adopted and raised together, only one of them being younger than Narise. Supposedly there was a niece somewhere studying abroad. But this place never failed to remind him that he could look like he belonged, he could even smell like it, but he didn't really belong here. He swallows and walks inside. He's waved inside and into a foyer with a nod and hint of a smile from one of the guards. He waits in the foyer for Paek as he was instructed. Apparently he needed an escort to enter the event.

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Paek is in a meeting when his phone starts vibrating, a number he doesn’t recognize lighting up the screen. He only glances to confirm that it’s not one of the few numbers saved or the many he has memorized and turns back to the meeting. Then it vibrates again, same number, then again and again, then another and another. He shuts the phone off. He’ll deal with this after the meeting.

As the meeting ends and it moves to the networking that always takes place after them, he leaves guards in place and signals to his boss that he is going to deal with whatever caused this number, that few should have, to be called so many times. He steps into the quiet hall, powers up the phone and feels his blood turn to ice as he sees the text sitting above all the missed call notifications. ‘This is Narise’s brother. Call back now.’

He’s normally ignore orders given by anyone but his boss or punish the audacity, but this involved his boy, so he called.

The phone rang once and he didn’t get a greeting, only a clipped “Narise was arrested.”

Paek was surprised. He knew his sweet boy had a bit of a wild side, but arrested? That was not something he expected. But it was something he could deal with. That was likely why his brothers called with the urgency that they had. Island boys probably didn’t know how to deal with city police, even if they’d lived here a year or two. “Why?” He asks, clipped, and professional, slipping into a role he’d held for many years. How bad was it? How much trouble has his little bird gotten himself into?

The answer surprises him. His little bird had mentioned loving speed and the big bikes he saw at the races. He knew Narise could drive, that he liked going fast over slow drives, that he preferred the bikes or sports cars over the SUV’s. But he also knew that he’d been told by Narise that speed and adrenaline would cause his symptoms to act up and throw off his balance which is why he could rarely ride a bike himself. So it was almost as much of a shock as hearing he’d been arrested when he heard the charges. “Street racing and reckless driving.”

Someone had given his boy a racing car. Someone, someone not in his organization since he hadn’t been informed, he watched all their races, bikes and cars, as part of his job and they hadn’t had a race in over two weeks, someone had let his boy race. And someone had allowed his boy to get arrested. That would have to be dealt with.

Anyone who felt confident enough to let his boy race behind his back was getting far too arrogant and forgetting their place. He’d have to look into that. It would wait a few hours though while he dealt with the more immediate problem. He quickly got the information on who had arrested Narise and where he was being held. “He’ll be with me for a few days. You can call your brothers tomorrow. Let that diver know the kind of trouble he’s getting into.” He’s going to have to handle this before whatever was going on becomes a problem. “I’ll handle it. He’ll call when I have him.”

He turns to where his boss and best friend is coming out of the room, his quirked eyebrow in Paek’s direction, a question, concern and order in one. He steps over and in quick whispered words outlines the situation. All he receives is a single nod, but for them, it’s enough. After so many years, too many close calls coming up, a few whispered words, a glance, a nod, that was all it took to carry entire conversations. His boss had taken in the information, weighed the costs, the risks, the potentials, and given the go ahead to use their resources to address the issue.

He excused himself and after double checking the increased security, he hurried out the door, a group of his men close behind him already calling the lawyer to head to the station to get his boy.

“Why’d I have to be the one to set the water temp? You’re the fucking fish.”

“Who’s a fish? You shits were in the water just as much as me before we moved.”

“Excuse me! Which of us decided to make swimming his entire life”

“Which of us decided to try and be a penguin in a place that never gets snow?”

“Fucking jerk.”

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"What if it was Daran?" Paek's voice bites through the air, bitter and angry.

Eryx steeples his ingers as he stares out the window into his garden, his desk chair only partially turned away from Paek, his desk covered in the documents he was reviewing when Paek had stormed in. He'd fallen behind during the search for Paek's boy and was oly now starting to catch up since Paek could easily handle the investigation without Eryx micromanaging the way he might if it was one of the kids or one of their lieutenats. His nieces and Phoenix shifted behind Paek, uncertain as to what Eryx would say and how Paek would react. "So that's how it is." His voice is calm and quiet, maybe a bit disappointed, he'd hoped Paek would get this out of his system and settle down with someone closer to his age, but if this was what it was.

"That's how it is" Paek answer, sharp and harsh and certain.

Eryx nods. "Very well then. I guess I'm left with no choice then." He stands and sees the nervousness enter Mali's frame. The kids have never seen this stillness from him. They've seen him in almost every mood, but this one he'd kept hidden from them, wanting them to see their father and uncle in the best light they could.

Paek nearly growls when Eryx stands, his eyes dark with rage, not at his brother, no never at Eyrx, he understood what Eryx meant. It wasn't the dismissal the kids thought, the threat that others might hear, no it was his brother clarifying that Narise held the same position to Paek that Daran held to him. It was Eryx making sure of exactly how serious he was about his younger lover before deciding how much support from the organization he can offer. So he watches silently as Eryx moves across the room to his bookcase and moves a book to reveal a hidden scanner which opens a small drawer where a pair of old style brass knuckles sat. A pair identical to the ones that currently sat in Paek's pocket, having been put away for nearly twenty years. They hadn't brought these out since The Incident. The night they'd finally had enough and conquered their way to the top of the underworld in one long, bloody night. "What's our first rule Phoenix?" Eryx called as he turns back to the group.

Phoenix answers promptly, they'd drilled these rules into the kids years ago. "Protect the family."

Eryx nods and places a hand on Paek's shoulder. "We protect the family. And the gods can't help those who would hurt the family." He squeezes and Paek reaches up to place his own hand over Eryx's and squeeze in return, the most gratitude he's capable of expressing right now. "It's your wife Paek. Your call. Two things first"

Paek looks at him quizzically. "Go get a certificate"

Paek almost manages a smile at that but he knows it's not just a personal request made out of a desire for his brother's happiness, but a business and political one. They always have to consider the men when doing these things. And it would be much easier for the men to support what they're about to do for a boss's spouse then someone seen as a boss's boytoy. "As soon as he graduates. I already booked the planner and photographer." Eryx nods. "Make sure that gets whispered about soon. The second thing. Bring the kids. It'll be good to harden them to the reality of what has to be done to protect each other and those we care for."

Paek nods, glancing over his shoulder. "The Santasakul's should be at the hospital with Narise by now. Text your brothers, tell them to meet us at the warehouse if they want in, but it'll be bloody. None of you have to come. I won't make you do that." He knows his kids are angry with him, that the relationship with Narise is something they are struggling with. With the exception of 16 year old Jade and 10 year old Sena, they're older than their father/uncle's boyfriend. He knows they aren't really ok with it yet.

Phoenix surprises him with a scoff. "I may not like the little brat. But attacking him was a way to get to you, and that's attacking all of us includinng me. Blood is the only reasonable response."

The response from Bua was more reasoned and measured, her and Kian were so alike. It was a toss up which would make the better leader, though Bua was more ruthless than Kian who had been tempered more by Daran's influence. "If we allow anyone to cross the group and walk away alive, just continue on, then we look weak and put a permanent target on our backs. The other groups expect punishment to be metted out by us, they'll be looking for it. We must be so thorough that not only do the other branches fall in line and the entirety of the black dragons and Delphinium group start behaving again, but we also have to be viscious enough to scare the other groups so no one will try this again."

Mali simply flips a knife she'd pulled from her ankle, one handed, perfectly balanced on her heels. "There's been whispers about why the Huntress came back home. Let's show them why."

Paek nods tight lipped in gratitude to his family. He slides the brass knuckles out of his pocket and slides them onto his fingers. "Let's get this done before Narise wakes. There's only a few hours before I get to bring him home." He turns to the door as Eryx fits his own set on his hands and falls into step beside him instead of in front as they push open the door.

Word had spread among the men of the dragons and many of them, even some of the old lieutenants who'd been around for the bloodbath of The Incident were there looking mostly bored until they caught sight of their boss and his right hand side by side with their kids behind them and those knuckles, they were easily recognized by those who'd seen them the last time. And that made the difference. He could see when recognition hit their eyes and they straightened, eyes hardening as they took in exactly how serious the two men took this kidnapping, even though they'd recovered Narise alive.

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The crowd is loud tonight. It's only halfway through the scheduled race time and already the bets were so high, money was becoming less of the betting capital among the racers. Not that it was ever the only thing. Here, on this stretch of highway, once a month, anything could be bet on the motorcycle races. People brought what they had, bikes, wealth, fame, lovers, anything and everything could be bet on the races. There were only two real rules here. 1. Don't talk about the race in public, and 2. No violence at the race.

Narin wanders through the crowd, noticing the eyes everywhere on him. He wasn't the only person being watched, but plenty of attention went where he did. He'd intentionally dressed to get attention, and his appearance always attracted attention. He was usually fine with it, he had his friends, his groupmates and on nights like tonight, he had his boyfriend, key word there being had. He knew his more feminine appearance was appealing, he was beautiful, simply gorgeous and that wasn't something he even tried to hide, he flaunted it. He didn't mind being the sexy, flirty, charming arm candy for his man, he didn't mind the stares, he didn't mind a bit of PDA even, but as he'd told his boyfriend's friends, he was a slut for one man only. The looking was fun, as long as no one touched. But tonight everything had been ruined and he wasn't even sure he'd be able to safely make it the two streets over to where his friend was headed to pick him up after the shit night that he'd had.

He passes by the bike tents, maybe it would be best to stay near here, busy but with plenty of lighting. Everyone looking at the bikes, taking pictures and watching the racers pick theirs. The mechanics supervising everything. He'd spent the majority of his first trip here and this one in this area being used as a model, posing with the bikes. A polished silver bike lets him catch a glimpse of himself as he passes, tight black jeans, practically painted on, black books, a decorative 'belt that really only went across the front, a thin chain of large pearls to a longer one hanging across his left leg of smaller, closer placed pearls, a black tanktop heavy on the silver sequins, fingerless black leather gloves with his french tip manicured nails, a black and silver choker completeed the outfit. He'd even gone all out, teasing his strawberry brown hair until it flipped, adding a hint of red to his eyebrows when he darkened them, some black eyeliner, three small crystals under each eye and some dark pink lipgloss to draw attention to his flawless skin and delicate features fnished his look. He'd been happy with his look when he left home and everyone he'd posed for seemed to love their pictures but it felt awful now and he didn't know how he'd keep himself out of trouble. Trouble meant he'd lose everything, his scholarship, his university position, part time jobs, even the contract that he'd signed to debut with his group, they'd been training for so long and writing music and practicing their songs together and he loved the guys like brothers. If there was trouble, he'd have to leave so they could stay together and when it was all done, he'd have nothing left. And that was if it was only tonight and his now ex didn't come back for more on other nights to punish him for the breakup.

As if the universe decided to give him a break, he noticed the head mechanic and his boyfriend standing together nearby, arms around each other. Another young man stood nearby, and while the head mechanic was unknown to him, having only seen him when he was pointed out on his first visit, he recognized the other two. They were architecture students at his university. Since the fine arts building was near the architecture faculty, he'd shared a table at the nearest cafe with them a few times. Narin sighs, it's something at least, a place to rest and think. These were good guys, or at least seemed to be. He wanders over, "Neifion, Azure, good to see you. It's been a while."

The guys turn to him and he can see it takes a second for them to recognize him when he's not wearing the type of outfits he usually wears on campus. "Narin" Neifion greets with the smile that's typical of him. Neifion's boyfriend wanders off, Narin doesn't pay much attention, he's pretty sure that the man won't do anything to upset Neifion and knows by reputation, he won't do anything to hurt the bikes, so being near both is safe. He chats with Neifion and Azure for a few minutes, comparing experiences and upcoming workloads when they return for the rest of their second year. He can see them becoming a bit worried about his mood as he's not able to hide how awful he feels as well as he's like. That was the drawback to being around people who knew him.

"Are you alright, you're not quite yourself tonight." Neifion asks, earning himself a scolding look from Azure. Narin manages a smile, he always hides well behind his smiles. "Of course, if you mean the look, well I can't exactly be a flirt and look like this around campus. Not if I want to keep a clear enough schedule to manage to complete all of my work, and meet the university requirements, and work. Can you imagine how busy I'd end up if I walked around looking this good?"

That gets a laugh from all of them before Neifion gets serious again. "You do look good tonight. Dressed up way more than either of us bothered to. But you seem more worried than usual, looking over your shoulder."

Azure tilts his head and decides to allow the impolite intrusion. "He is right. Someone giving you trouble?"

Narin sighs and gives, there's something about these two that has always seemed easy to talk to, the way his groupmates were easy to talk to, easy to trust. "Just a really fucking bad night."

"Don't let Neifion's hubby hear that. " Azure shoves his friend jokingly. "He hates cursing."

"He doesn't like Me cursing because he likes me." Neifion turns his jab back at his friend into a boast. He should brag, a man like that, he was so lucky, and from what Narin had seen, he was really good to Neifion too. "What happened"

Narin tilts his head back and blinks back tears, he would not allow himself to cry here where he could be seen. "Just a situation went bad and brought up a lot of other information that I either didn't know or can't ignore anymore. Also I broke up. And now I don't know how I'm going to make it to my ride."

Neifion and Azure instantly wore matching expressions of sympathy and started trying to comfort him before something clicks for Azure. "You can tell us the details if you want, but What do you mean, make it to your ride?"

Narin notices movement off to the side. A man he'd seen earlier, he'd seen him kiss Azure actually, moving to where Neifion's boyfriend was talking to someone that they couldn't see from their angle, but he could see guards standing near them and there didn't seem to be tension among them. Maybe they were important enough to be close to some of the guards. If that was true--maybe they could help… if he trusted them. "I don't think my boyfriend will let me walk away. He and his friends made threats. I have reason to believe they mean them. My ride can't get closer than two streets away." He sighs again, not wanting to impose. "Don't worry about it. I'll handle things and figure it out."

Neifion and Azure look at each other for a long moment before glancing to where their men were talking and back to Narin, Azure studying his face intently for another minute. "Nonsense. You're our friend, of course we're helping." It's Azure who speaks before they loop their arms around his and together walk over to their boyfriends. They drop his arms when they get close, taking hold of their respective partners and sliding into welcoming arms. That kind of attention, warmth, the automatic motion that didn't require thought before pulling your person in, the desire to have them next to you, the unconscious awareness, it was something he was only now realizing hadn't been there in a long time, if his ex had ever actually felt those things towards him.

He studies the ground as his friends catch their men up, only looking up to step forward and politely greet them when intruduced. He looks up and can't look away, the man they're speaking to, is all consuming. The man, older than Neifion's boyfriend, and hot as sin in his expensive three piece suit. His very demeanor screams both danger and total control over everything around him. Narin has a sudden desire to hide, and drag that man to the nearest bed and do unspeakable things, if his other fears weren't stronger. He forces himself to look away, the fears and the pain returning from that brief gasp of air. Somehow, in stealing the air from his lungs, this man gave him a chance to breath a moment. He was grateful and also lost in his thoughts and probably blushing. He couldn't help it. It wasn't every day that he saw someone like this. A man, hot enough to cause his brain to come to a screeching halt, someone who screamed money and daddy with just his presence, someone who made him want to hit his knees without a single word directed to him.

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