Angel stopped and listened to the other play with a sweet smile as he assumed the other was an asset. “You’re really good.”
“Thanks.” He whispered, looking up from his guitar at the other before continuing.
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Angel stopped and listened to the other play with a sweet smile as he assumed the other was an asset. “You’re really good.”
“Thanks.” He whispered, looking up from his guitar at the other before continuing.
I remember your advice of having me come to you when something similar to Travis happens, so, here I am calmly asking for you to deal with Dylan Winchester, sir... before I fucking break his face against the ground.
What did Dylan do, Mr. Moxley?Â
That’s enough, Mr. Moxley. You do not insult my clients, and for the record, Dylan has been well behaved for the past few months. We are not weak or laughable, but your actions as of lately have made me look like a fool, and I don’t appreciate it. You’re lucky I don’t take that little slut you claimed out of your hands for your attitude. You knew what you were signing up for when you joined the team, and if you’re unhappy because we’re not doing things your way, then I’d suggest leaving the team.
I quit. With that being said, I’d like to become a client immediately on this island seeing as they all have it made so easily here. It’ll be good doing business with you, Mr. Erebus. I trust you’ll take care of the proper paperwork. Have a good day.
I remember your advice of having me come to you when something similar to Travis happens, so, here I am calmly asking for you to deal with Dylan Winchester, sir... before I fucking break his face against the ground.
What did Dylan do, Mr. Moxley?Â
I must have been, er, preoccupied. My apologies. I’ve already taken care of Dylan, thank you for not stabbing him this time. I also heard from Mr. Atwood that you were bad mouthing him to his asset. I do not appreciate hearing that about any of my staff, don’t do it again. Go get cleaned up and checked out at the infirmary.
Yeah... I’ve noticed... Did I really, though? or did I tell him the truth? Let’s go by it again and look at the outcome! I predicted that Dylan would get in trouble and his little midget of a master would run to bitch and moan and get his way. What ended up happening? Yeah. He seems to always find an excuse to do so, and you cave. Three days? For all the trouble Dylan has caused overall? It’s completely unfair to me, making me and all the other guards look weak and laughable. But I’m sure they don’t mind, since we’ve got guys like Rafael and Connor with their own assets walking all over them. It’s embarrassing as a security guard on your team. Get a grip on your team, man. Whatever, thanks for everything. Good day, Killian.Â
I remember your advice of having me come to you when something similar to Travis happens, so, here I am calmly asking for you to deal with Dylan Winchester, sir... before I fucking break his face against the ground.
What did Dylan do, Mr. Moxley?Â
Look at the small trail of blood coming from my nose, Mr. Erebus. Little bitch fucking complaining about how I was the one to “break up” his relationship, and he was going to “break” my face the same way. Running his mouth about how he’ll kick my ass. Keeping in mind how I can’t injure anyone, I allowed for this stupid little bitch to attack me. Didn’t you see it on the cameras? or any of the guys? or was there just a blind eye to that until just now?
gus probably broke up with you because jon told him to.
“Who the fuck is Jon?”
“He wants something broken up, send him my way. I’ll break his goddamn face.”
Dylan flexed his hand, feeling a twinge of happiness that his hit at connected. “Come on, get your ass up,” he ordered, stepping forward, bringing his leg up to attempt to throw a kick.
Instead of following Dylan’s orders, Jon curled up on the ground.
gus probably broke up with you because jon told him to.
“Who the fuck is Jon?”
“He wants something broken up, send him my way. I’ll break his goddamn face.”
“I don’t know. I’ve been a pretty good boy lately. He might let me off with a warning. That’d just kill you, wouldn’t it?” he asked, pulling his fist back to throw another punch, aiming for the face this time.
He braced himself for the punch, feeling it connect straight with his nose and falling back against the ground. He now knew better than to hit back, after Killian’s warning. It made him seem weak and he hated it, it made the entire security team seem weak-- but that was what Killian asked for.
gus probably broke up with you because jon told him to.
“Who the fuck is Jon?”
“He wants something broken up, send him my way. I’ll break his goddamn face.”
“What’s wrong? Scared your boss might fire your ass?” he asked as he shoved his hands roughly at him.
“Yes, actually. So I won’t bother with you. I’ll allow him to see this on the cameras, and then take you away from your little pansy bitch.” He grinned, though allowed the asset to push him forward a few steps.
“Hmm.” Leandro thought about the question for a moment as he began to absently suck a hickey onto his neck, tongue lapping at the spot before digging his teeth into the skin. “I don’t know.”
Feeling the boy simply attacking at his skin, he tilted his head further in a bit. Trying his best not to push Leandro up against the wall. “Okay.” He whispered.
gus probably broke up with you because jon told him to.
“Who the fuck is Jon?”
“He wants something broken up, send him my way. I’ll break his goddamn face.”
Dylan flinched with annoyance as his arm was pulled back. “My problem that you contributed to causing,” he pointed out angrily. Once the man turned his back, Dylan took to striking again, this time kicking at him.,
Trying his best to remain as calm as possible at the kick, and repeating Killian’s words over and over, he pulled the phone he carried in his pocket and immediately dialed Killian’s number.
gus probably broke up with you because jon told him to.
“Who the fuck is Jon?”
“He wants something broken up, send him my way. I’ll break his goddamn face.”
“Please keep yourself out of my personal life. I haven’t brought it up to you for you to have a conversation about it. Unlike your ex-boyfriend who openly spoke about you never being around for him. No matter the fucking reason. Face it, you sucked as a boyfriend. Stop blaming it on everyone else and accept the truth. The problem is your little midget defends you, so you run your fucking mouth all you want and think you never do any wrong. Shut up, get in line and learn your place. You’re the asset here, not anyone else. Problem is your master makes you feel like you’re the one in charge because he has a daddy kink, and likes taking it up the ass. It makes you forget what you really are here. I give you one more opportunity to sit and shut the fuck up before I have Killian tying you up next to the other assets.”
“Did you keep yourself out of my personal life? No. I was around, and even if there was times I wasn’t, Gus wasn’t either. He was at your hours, or out with other people, fucking and blowing them,” he claimed. “I was a fine boyfriend. I didn’t have a supportive partner like he made me believe he was and when I started sinking, he let me fucking sink. That’s only his fault. And, what the fuck did I just say? Don’t speak about Cedric like that,” he shouted,throwing his fist at the man.
The moment Dylan swung his arm at him, Jon gripped at his wrist and bent the arm back further enough to cause pressure on it, but not exactly injure him. "I'll break your fucking arm off don't test me." He let go some of the pressure, but not completely step back. "It sounds like your problem with Gus. Not mine. Work it with him, not mine." He pushed Dylan away. "Now that we no longer have anything to say, Goodbye." He turned around, starting to walk away.
gus probably broke up with you because jon told him to.
“Who the fuck is Jon?”
“He wants something broken up, send him my way. I’ll break his goddamn face.”
“I greatly doubt that’ll happen. Now, see what the thing is, you’ll run your mouth and then that minion of yours that calls himself your master will bitch and moan to my boss when I bust your ass apart. So, do what’s best for you, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up. I don’t appreciate the threat.”
“Don’t you ever call Cedric anything outside of his name, you piece of shit. It’s not a threat, it’s a promise. I am going to beat your goddamn face in. You don’t know shit about my relationship with Gus. You just wanted him to break up with me so you could have him be your little side bitch. Why he’s putting up with that shit, I don’t know. You must have done something to his self-esteem.”
"Please keep yourself out of my personal life. I haven't brought it up to you for you to have a conversation about it. Unlike your ex-boyfriend who openly spoke about you never being around for him. No matter the fucking reason. Face it, you sucked as a boyfriend. Stop blaming it on everyone else and accept the truth. The problem is your little midget defends you, so you run your fucking mouth all you want and think you never do any wrong. Shut up, get in line and learn your place. You're the asset here, not anyone else. Problem is your master makes you feel like you're the one in charge because he has a daddy kink, and likes taking it up the ass. It makes you forget what you really are here. I give you one more opportunity to sit and shut the fuck up before I have Killian tying you up next to the other assets."
It’s alright, I’ll still pay you for the day. Don’t worry about it, Guessie. I can figure it out.
Alright, I’m– I’m gonna go now I guess. Unless you have more work for me to do for today…
No, no. It's fine. You can go for today.
gus probably broke up with you because jon told him to.
“Who the fuck is Jon?”
“He wants something broken up, send him my way. I’ll break his goddamn face.”
"I greatly doubt that'll happen. Now, see what the thing is, you'll run your mouth and then that minion of yours that calls himself your master will bitch and moan to my boss when I bust your ass apart. So, do what's best for you, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up. I don't appreciate the threat."
That’s a lie and we both know it. [Gus sighed.] Alright, thanks. I’ve just been going home for the day honestly… So. Sorry I’ve been cutting work early.
It’s alright, I’ll still pay you for the day. Don’t worry about it, Guessie. I can figure it out.
Leandro hugged Jon tightly, burying his face in his neck as he tried to still his heart from trying to jump out of his chest. He felt it. He knew what he felt–he just didn’t want to admit it yet. He wasn’t ready yet. “It’s okay,” he whispered, pressing absentminded kisses to his neck. “It’s always going to scare me. You can’t help that.”
Feeling the soft kisses made the cock in his pants twitch. This wasn’t the time or place to do it, Jon. This was an emotional time for the both of them and Leandro was only trying to make him feel better. “Will it ever not scare you, though?”Â
He just insults me a lot and I try to make him stop. And then I insult him cause i dunno what else to do. And then he flicks me and I just.. I dunno. It’s dumb really. I don’t want it to get out of hand though cause I’m going to get in so much trouble if I get in more trouble with Killian…
You’re a good kid, Gussie. Just lock yourself in the office if it ever becomes too much. I’ll give you your own set of keys, alright?
Sighing softly, he let Jon kiss his head before tilting up to look at him properly, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and bringing him down for a proper kiss. “You scare me a lot sometimes,” he murmured against Jon’s mouth, pressing close against him.Â
“The way you make me feel scares me, too.” He admitted softly, eyes trailed down to the ground besides them as he tried averting his eyes from Leandro’s. Though he had looked away, his large hands still rested comfortably down on Leandro’s waist. “I’m sorry I scare you. I don’t want to.”