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ibanescu-erik:

Erik gave a little tsk at the sound of approaching footsteps and the abomination that the warlock had somehow dubbed as Aeron nowadays, moved to slink back to a dark corner along with the meat that was graciously given to him. He tilted his head aside slightly just as one of the staff politely told him of the mayor’s request. Erik gave a little nod and began to make him way back inside, passing by the kitchen and out of it, walking across the space towards where the other male stood waiting. His lips curled into a faint smile, stopping just few feet away from him. “Always an honour to have you dropping by our establishment, Mister Mayor. Just how can I serve you today?” His held the other’s gaze as he spoke. “Would you care to have the usual? Or is there something new you would like today?”

“Mm, a surprise is always welcomed, but I actually came here to have a talk with you. Mind if we go to your office? There is much to discuss,” he stated, a small smirk playing upon his lips as he looked at the older male, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He knew that if there were anyone that would be supportive of his goals, it was the man in front of him. And oh, how he was looking to share his ambition with someone, to have other warlocks thrilled and partaking in the various experiments he was attempting. “Don’t worry... Our conversation will be just between us.”

#ibanescu-erik #erik

xavienaldair:

Text: Sounds good; I’ll bring the wine.

@enzofierro

If there was one person that remained a mystery to Enzo over his many years, it was Xavien Aldair. Over twice his age with a deadly power, Enzo could never quite understand who the patriarchal Aldair was - despite his power, he still seemed to be the man that held up the Aldair name of generosity and kindness - but knowing that he was a man of intelligence, one that enjoyed experimenting and learning? Well, he knew that that was something he could use to his advantage.

After setting up a meal for the two of them, one that included roasted duck, steamed vegetables and a triple chocolate fudge cake, Enzo waited at his estate for the Aldair patriarch to visit.

#xavienaldair #xavien

matiasfierro:

There was a little smile that settled on Matias’s face when his father spoke of the minimal repairs needed to maintain his cybernetics; knowing that the time between the moment Enzo’s fingers found his keyboard to when the robot took flight was dwindling. Locking his are in place, Matias watched as the robot made it’s way over; splitting his skin apart to get to the damaged cybernetics underneath. The process wasn’t pleasant by any means, by it wasn’t a pain that Matias wasn’t used to or particularly drew his focus enough to be a bother.

After a handful of minutes went by, the robot sealed it’s improvements up; the skin seamlessly fitting back together as if it’s never been split apart and Matias unlocked his arm to move it freely. Flexing the various joints, the mechanical parts seemed to be much more responsive than they had been; as well as Matias noticed a degree of more dexterity in the hand; a small smile growing a bit larger at the realization. “But of course Padre.” Matias replies to his father, standing up from his seated position and pushing away for the medical bed; as he moved into a position that was ready to fight.

As he got into the position, a small metallic battle plate encased his manhood to protect that part of the body; though everything else was left as naked as it was; mainly as he didn’t anticipate allowing himself to be struck. On the change that he did get hit, he’d used the pain to further his understanding of his body and combat techniques. “Shall we begin Padre?” He asks Enzo, offering a customary gesture for his father to approach him as he was prepared to begin to spar with the other man.

Though they were going to spar, it wasn’t what they were going to do first. No, instead as Matias got into position, Enzo grabbed his son’s hands so that they were interlocking, and he made sure to plant his feet. “I’m going to test the strength in your arms now, figlio,” he stated, knowing that his son knew well enough the routine in which they went through. They always had to test his physicality before they worked on the combat programming that went into his son’s various information downloads.

Slowly, Enzo began to apply pressure to his son’s hands, pushing and pushing - and his son would have to push back - as he kept increasing the strength of his mechanical arms by uttering soft spells. After a few moments, the mechanical suit groaned in frustration, arms bending from the sheer force, and Enzo looked upon the screen to see how much capacity he was at. Seven hundred percent. “Impressive.” Despite being injured, his son’s arm strength had increased by fifty percent since their last physical.

Withdrawing his hands, Enzo gestured to the treadmill in the corner - one that had been created and charmed to go far beyond the regular speed that most gym treadmills went at. “Time for your speed. We’ll see if your legs need an upgrade or if they have strengthened with time.”

#matiasfierro #matias

daricxbell:

It had to be well after midnight. He was already well into his deep sleep. And he hadn’t received his night phantom. Needless to say, he had peace for one of the few nights amongst the recent turn of events. He kept coughing. He inhaled a decent amount of burning debris and what he assumed to be just the heat kicking on. By the time he had been awakened by the choking, smoke had all but consumed the majority of the room. Fire licked from the entry and consumed most of the wall. He panicked, tumbling out of his bed and to the floor in a scurry. “No. NO!” He screamed, coughing the residual gaseous toxin from his lungs. His eyes teared, reddened from the irritants in the air. The flames spread and as he opened his palms, he pulled from the Astra and tried to cloak the room but the walls began to cave. He was struggling to maintain focus and consciousness. He cried. He couldn’t die. Not like this. And he was struggling. The channeling was weak as he wheezed. He placed one hand on his chest trying to regain but he felt himself slowly fall forward. “Help~” He called, shouting as loud as he could.

Help. The plea was breathless, nearly inaudible, but with a piece of technology that he crafted and enhanced with magic, he was able to pick up on the nearly silent sound. With a smirk, he pressed a button on his cuff, powering on the mechanical components so that in less than five seconds, the cuff had expanded into a full mechanical suit of armor. This one, in particular, had been enhanced and modified to withstand strong flames, and once he was under the protection of his magic, he began into the smoldering house. “Is there anyone in here?!” Enzo called out, though he indeed knew the answer.

#daricxbell #daric

@daricxbell

Dark eyes could only watched as the flames licked at the wood of the home he had scorched, smirk teasing his lips as he knew that soon the young warlock inside would awaken. Oh, how he couldn’t wait to go in and save the day and have the young male owe him. Despite his young age, he was clearly powerful and, as a warlock not tied to the main families, that was certainly an anomaly. And, really, how could Enzo not take advantage of such power? That was why the male stood there, watching as the flames reflected an orange hue in his eyes.

#daricxbell #daric

@ibanescu-erik

Walking into the lavish restaurant known as Posh, Enzo had an appetite... but it wasn’t for food. No, he had a hunger for power and with his experiments underway, he knew that he needed to find the traction of other warlocks to bring validity to what he was doing... and what better than an arch warlock that he knew would be in favor of his dark dealings? Approaching the host, Enzo informed them that he needed to speak with the owner and he stood at the podium, waiting to be greeted by the dark man he came to meet.

#ibanescu-erik #erik

@wyattaldair

After installing the solar-powered cameras in various locations in the expansive forest, the mayor decided that, perhaps, it was time to speak to Wyatt and see how much he could sway the boy’s hatred towards humans and their lack of trust with nature in his favor. Walking through the trees, he found the boy near a lake and he cleared his throat, though he had a feeling the younger warlock knew very well that he was nearby. “You’ll be happy to know that the cameras are installed.”

#wyattaldair #wyatt

valentinofierrc:

like with matias, valentino had accepted what kind of person his father was and didn’t let it hurt him anymore. the two had never been the closest, enzo was always busy with his work and valentino and him just didn’t click the way enzo clicked with matias for whatever reason. so when his father didn’t come home for supper or to see them, he just sassed him because he often found himself doing this sort of thing. “now that’s some quality time there, pops” a smile crept on his face. “that sounds wonderful, if you have the time i mean”

Now, Enzo may not have been father of the year, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care about his children. On the contrary, he loved them and he wanted the best for them - he just wanted them to have the drive, the ambition that made the Fierro name great. And though Valentino may not have had anything in mind he wanted to do, he still had the fire burning in his veins, a fire that made Enzo proud. It showed in the boy’s remarks to him, the spark of sass whenever he spoke, and it was why Enzo never grew upset at his snarky comments. “I can make time. I’ll meet you there at nine.”

#valentinofierrc #valentino

vijaysultan:

men of power were a force to be wary of, history had proved this as evident by figures from history who had shared qualities with enzo. he was mysterious and the history of the fierro went back centuries, their house had been known criminals and the sultans knew this. the man examined it and vijay remained somewhat distant, not wanting to get too close to the supposed most powerful man in spellbrooke. “yes” he said as he walked over a few steps to the bookshelf and found the book enzo was looking for. “this should do the job”

It was a surprise, really, why people often felt uneasy around Enzo and why he had been such a troublemaker in the past, given the fact that his own father was a Sheriff for the city of Spellbrooke, but most people looked past it. After all, as far as anyone in Spellbrooke was concerned, the mayor had long-ago outgrown his rebellious and malevolent behavior, and even if he was still a bit mysterious to them, he did listen to their complaints about the city. Perhaps that was why his approval rating was still remarkable high, despite the sense of unease people felt around him... or maybe it was for a different reason entirely. Even still, Enzo knew better than to knock it, especially when such a position could be beneficial in giving him what he wanted.

Grabbing the second book from the eldest Sultan son, the Italian stud let his eyes scan across the book before he looked back up at the other. “This will be all, then. Should I follow you to check them out, or would it be possible to buy them?”

#vijaysultan #vijay

kwanjii:

Kwan could tell from the smack that there was something else behind it other than the tease. Sure he had shook his ass to tempt the stud father of the Fierro, but he must have done something else to irritate him. Maybe the prelube irritated the man. He wanted to mutter the spell to undo the trick but it was a little late for that now. “Yes sir,” he said firmly, letting the man know that the message had sunk in completely. He kept bent over the table, hands holding the other side of it, ready for whatever Enzo was about to give him.

A tongue moved to wet his bottom lip as he stared at the male, glad to hear the underlying tone to his simple response. It was clear, really, that the male knew who was in charge and after parting those cheeks to get a good look at that beautiful pucker, he couldn’t help but feel his cock throb in anticipation. Without saying anything, he lined up his thick girth with the boy’s hole and in one quick thrust, bottomed out inside of the smaller male. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be filled with my cock?”

#kwanjii #kwan

portalbodhi:

“You’d be surprised by how late I can stay up, Mr. Fierro,” Bodhi said with a chuckle. “Some nights I got to sleep early and wake up long before everyone else. “I don’t think you’re these things but yoga is about progression. You start easy, get harder, finish with easy,” he said as he moved to sit on the ground and let out a long sigh. “You seem very tense sir, you might also need a massage for your muscles.”

“Maybe, but a massage is only treating the effect, not the cause. I’d rather find a way to tackle that than the effects brought on by it,” Enzo spoke, tone cool and calm as he stared at the younger male before he moved to cross his arms across his chest. “Of course, I’m sure you knew that and that was just an excuse to try and get your hands on me, wasn’t it?”

#portalbodhi #bodhi

ethanxsiward:

Ethan carried waited patiently on Enzo in the front yard, like he was instructed. He wasn’t gonna risk a possible danger of being a target of the sentries. He tapped his fingers against the nearby concrete and his mind was already on the thing kept inside his backpack, a piece of undone technology, that he was yet to think of a cool name for. Not that it mattered, but the purpose of it was to extract life energies from plants. If the device was to be successful, his question on whether the floras had that kind of essence. His deep thoughts were distracted by the sound of an engine, not too far from him and there Enzo himself got off from.

“I’m sorry, I’m just very excited to finish this one. And I can’t wait any longer.” He said and when he asked for what’s wrong with it, he thought it was best to go on specifics. “The wires I put keep frying, and I think I must’ve messed up something on the current of the main board.” He pulled out the little thing that would fit on his palm. It was assembled but bare at the moment, and it didn’t have that shiny look yet which would be done later on the project’s progress. “I know you do it better, teach me how?”

Listening to the younger male’s explanation, the technokinetic warlock began to lead the young Siward male through his expansive estate until they reached the hidden passage that led to the older male’s workshop. Once inside, hidden behind soundproofed walls and enchanted sensors that prevented the use of any magic inside of his workshop - for anyone besides Enzo, of course - Enzo turned to face the younger male carefully before he gestured to one of the many tables in the workshop.

“Set it down so I can take a look at it, yeah?” he spoke as he walked over to one of his many tool chests, pulling out enough equipment to be sure that he could properly examine the creation that Ethan was working on. “And tell me what it is that you’re trying to do with it.”

#ethanxsiward #ethan

matiasfierro:

Ever roaming eyes picked up on the scowl of his father, noting that whatever damage had been sustained could have been worse or at the very least would be a pain to repair. He hated those looks because he knew Enzo worried about him, which Matias appreciated even though he wasn’t as fragile as he’d once been. “Power.” He echos Enzo, scrunching his face slightly as he didn’t understand how wealth translated into power; as Matias believed the power behind people. Fists, speed and strength. Of course his biotic physiology helped in that regard.

“We could always just wipe them out and then they’d have no power.” Matias chuckles as it was a ill advised method, but a hilarious method nonetheless; of course he was joking though. The international repercussions of a move like that would cause far too much heat around his family. Once the ultrasound was done, and the sensors left him, Matias felt a small smile come to his face. “How bad is it?” He asks his father.

“I’m down to spar a little bit.” Matias mused as he definitely enjoyed getting physical with Enzo, whether it be sex, sparring or dancing; he was never one to back down from the other. The thought brings Matias back to when he was just a young boy, barely six and he’d finally gotten strong enough to walk once more; Enzo danced with him and that was the beginning of Matias career as both his Padre’s right hand man and a dancer.

A small smirk teased his lips as his son’s words, the imagery of what he proposed all too enticing. Oh, how he disliked the Aldairs and their holier-than-thou attitude. Just because they were responsible for not only so many medical advancements but the agriculture in Spellbrooke, it didn’t make them better than anyone or that they were able to achieve anything they put their mind to. After all, where were they when Matias fell ill? They were stumped, unable to figure out how to save his poor boy, and it was Enzo that figured out how to save them.

And ever since then, he had little regard for the Aldairs, and he would prefer to see them all have their last breath, but he knew that the ramifications of such an action would be disastrous. And Rafael certainly wouldn’t have that.

“Not as bad as I anticipated, but bad enough that the maintenance will take a few minutes,” he stated as he let his fingers clack against the keyboard, typing in a few commands before a robot, one with many medical tools and equipment, began to maneuver towards Matias. “Keep your arm steady, figlio.” Turning towards where his son sat, he let his hand hover over the spot wherein his injury was located, and as he began uttering a small spell, the robot began to open up the younger male’s skin and circuits to begin working on the fried equipment that was hidden inside.

After several minutes, the robot began to close up Matias’ arm, now completely upgraded, and Enzo rose to his feet. “Now, we’ll need to test your capabilities.” With that, the older male uttered a small phrase and his wristband began to expand to became a full mechanical suit of armor, strengthening the capabilities he had with his own body. “Let’s test your strength. Stand up and hold your arms out, figlio.”

#matiasfierro #matias

harryshumjr

#(hail to the chief)

Encrypted Message; Enzo

Matias: Papi has always been a mystery to me, though I trust you; so I suppose I trust him on proxy.

Matias: True. I'll keep tabs on him, press that we need that assignment done right and to take no shortcuts. Draw it out as much as possible while we do our mission behind him.

Enzo: He's a mystery even to me, but that is part of why I love him.

Enzo: No need, figlio. After my last encounter with him, he knows very well to take great care in the assignment I've given him.

#matiasfierro #matias

Encrypted Message; Enzo

Matias: Of course Padre, the less that can be tied back to us if the operation goes awry; it's best not to be in the crosshairs.

Matias: I don't like that one. I don't like any of them if I'm being honest. If it wasn't of interest to our family, I'm not going to lie; he wouldn't of made it past my arrival in town. He's no good for Amaro.

Matias: Understood though. I'll keep myself ready and listening for potential people to bring into the fold.

Matias: I hardly doubt that imbecile would have the intelligence to understand what's happening around him. Noted though.

Enzo: Precisely.

Enzo: He wouldn't be my first choice, either, but your father knows what's best for our family and the Aldairs are a powerful one to align ourselves with.

Enzo: While your description of him is astute, one can never be too careful. Thankfully, though, I have him on a much different assignment, one that will take him several weeks to complete.

#matiasfierro #matias

kwanjii:

Kwan gave a nod, muttering a small spell to lube his ass. He had learned this trick from someone in South Korea. He pushed his pants down and bent over the table his hands reaching out to the other end, arching his back. “Hope you don’t mind I lubed my hole for you, sir. I just wanted it to feel amaxing for you to slide in,” he spoke about it and went to rocking his hips side to side so to give his ass a jiggle for Enzo.

Oh, but Enzo did mind. The mayor had wanted to fuck Kwan raw, to split him open and give him a painful reminder of who owned him, but that was something that was, clearly, taken away from him. “The only thing you need to worry about, slut, is what’ll happen to you when I’m done with you,” he spoke as he moved to slap the man’s fat ass, growl to his tone. “Or what I’m going to do to you now for trying to tease me. I said bend over, not shake your ass.” With that, he smacked Kwan’s ass harshly once more, the ass cheek jiggling from the sheer force. “Is that understood?”

#kwanjii #kwan

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