LIFE IS WIDE.

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killyourdcrlings:

Luka melted into the other, his admittance only made him more eager and his hand slipped under the material of his shirt, exploring the masculine torso that had been a topic of his fantasies for months. “You could’ve — told me,” He whispered against Dalton’s lips, tongue trailing the man’s own, “You could’ve given me a sign, touched me, done anything… I’ve always been yours, all you had to do was reach out and touch.” Luka’s words tripped over one another as he dragged his mouth down his throat, “Too — many clothes.”

He knew it would have made things easier or maybe it would have made things more complicated if he just would have said something but to Dalton, it made sense at the time not to. If he was going to keep a distance between himself and Luka, telling him probably wouldn’t have made things better but so much harder for the both of them. “I know,” he almost whispered, pulling back after Luka mentioned something about too many clothes. He pulled his own shirt off and tossed it to the side before doing the same with the other’s. “We’re here now, though. Has to count for something.”

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His breathing was rapid, chest heaving as they crashed against one another, parting only to rid themselves of clothes as Dalton maintained his usual calm confidence. Luka whimpered, pressing their bodies together, pushing him down onto the couch and climbing into his lap. He didn’t know what to do, but he knew he wanted to be close to the other, his arms curled around his neck, chests flush with one another as his hips began to grind against Dalton’s own. “God, you’re amazing,” He moaned, catching the man’s lower lip between his teeth.

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As soon as they stepped foot in the privacy of his home, Dalton seemed to forget everything he had tried to keep hidden. He’d barely closed the door before his mouth was on Luka’s again. He was grateful for this, riddled with guilt, but so grateful, so desperate. He moaned into the other’s mouth, pushing his hands underneath his jacket to urge it off his shoulders, letting himself explore that perfectly sculptured frame just as he’d always wanted, “Did you ever think about this?” The boy questioned rather breathlessly.

Dalton couldn’t remember why he had been so against what was happening now in the moment. He had been so adamant on keeping Luka several feel away from him at all times but now? Now he couldn’t completely remember why this hadn’t already happened yet. He moved the further into the house as he allowed the other to push his jacket from his shoulders before he pulled Luka closer, hands running underneath his shirt to touch his skin. “Yes,” he breathed out against Luka’s lips. “More than I’d like to admit.” 

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Luka melted into the other, his admittance only made him more eager and his hand slipped under the material of his shirt, exploring the masculine torso that had been a topic of his fantasies for months. “You could’ve — told me,” He whispered against Dalton’s lips, tongue trailing the man’s own, “You could’ve given me a sign, touched me, done anything... I’ve always been yours, all you had to do was reach out and touch.” Luka’s words tripped over one another as he dragged his mouth down his throat, “Too — many clothes.”

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dcvilfire:

The difference between Luka and other people was the fact that he didn’t just wear his emotions on his face. It seemed to be shown through every single body movement. When he was being childish, he stomped his foot or was over dramatic with the why he moved. Even now, it was obvious with the way he reached for him only to drop his hands and the way he practically stumbled up onto the porch before getting through the door. Dalton didn’t bother to hesitate this time as he moved inside Luka’s home, hands cupping his face as their lips met again, his foot shutting the door behind them.

As soon as they stepped foot in the privacy of his home, Dalton seemed to forget everything he had tried to keep hidden. He’d barely closed the door before his mouth was on Luka’s again. He was grateful for this, riddled with guilt, but so grateful, so desperate. He moaned into the other’s mouth, pushing his hands underneath his jacket to urge it off his shoulders, letting himself explore that perfectly sculptured frame just as he’d always wanted, “Did you ever think about this?” The boy questioned rather breathlessly.

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Kieran didn’t give Atlas much of a response as he moved passed her. She had to admit, she never expected Atlas to survive out there. He didn’t seem to be made for this world and yet, he had managed to surprise her even if she didn’t necessarily give that away. Maybe that was why his presence was a bit unsettling but him and his group being around for a night wasn’t going to kill anyone. Kieran eventually parted from them but that wasn’t the only time she saw Atlas that night. She didn’t bother to announce herself as she entered his home, a set of clothes in hand. She had a few of her other guys go out to pass out clothes to the rest of his group. “Don’t know if these will fit but they’re dry. Figured you wouldn’t complain.”

He turned when she entered the house, hardly surprised that she didn’t knock, Kieran was often one to make an entrance, she didn’t need permission, she just waltzed in whenever she pleased and demanded the room. Atlas smirked, moving towards her, purposely brushing his fingers over her hand as he accepted the clothes, “Thanks again.” He moved away, pulling his dampened shirt over his head and tossing it aside, revealing his well toned frame, daring her to pass comment, “You’ve been so helpful.”

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“You’re not being needy and you’re not desperate.” Dalton looked over at Luka and smiled before nudging him lightly. “Even if you were, what’s the problem with that?” This was something that Luka had wanted for a long time, he would have been more worried if luka was acting complete opposite of the way he was now.

His heart thumped louder, faster, Dalton wanted him, he actually did and now, he was finally seeing that. Luka laughed nervously and reached for the man, only to drop his hands. Just a few more moments till they were in his home, alone, he could touch him all he wanted, he hoped Dalton would allow him to explore that body just as he’d fantasised, “I --” Was all the boy managed as he practically stumbled up onto his porch and burst through his door, holding it open for Dalton. “I really... really want you, so fucking badly.”

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Dalton couldn’t help but grin at the blush on Lukas cheeks. It was definitely a sight to see and one he was sure he would see again. When the other apologized, he found himself shaking his head. “What are you apologizing for now?” He cocked his head to the side, “don’t be sorry.”

He blushed only more so when Dalton grinned, hiding his face briefly before cringing as he responded, “For being so needy,” He glanced down at his shorts and sighed, “For being so desperate, I guess.” They made their way out into the clearing and Luka scoped the area, they were only a short distance from his home but he didn’t want any distractions, he didn’t want Dalton to have any reason to change his mind.

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Kieran almost narrowed her eyes at Atlas but she managed to hold back. She looked at the other spoke but didn’t bother to address them or what they said. “Would you be relaxed if the situation was reversed?” She looked back at Atlas, brow raised. “Like I said, there’s a house or two at the end that should be empty.” Kieran motioned to one of her men, “he can take you there and maybe find you all some dry clothes.”

The other’s rushed forward, glancing back at Atlas only once, receiving a nod to go ahead as he moved in the same direction at a much more laboured pace. As he approached Kieran, he slowed even more so, offering her a large, almost unsettling grin, “You look good, Kie,” He breathed her name as if they had been old friends, as if they had spoken more than once or twice, which wasn’t the case at all. Atlas brushed past her, following after his group, the smirk still dancing on his features, wondering if he surprised her at all.

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“Someone’s arrogant,” Kieran murmured, looking over her shoulder at Atlas again. She didn’t bother to give a normal response to Atlas’ thanks. “There’s a house or two at the end of the community that should be free.” She slowed in walking so she could instead walk next to Atlas. “And I mean it. About your guys. If something doesn’t feel right about them or you, well, you know what I can do.” It wasn’t a threat as it was a promise. “Still, glad to know you’re not dead.”

“Am I?” Atlas questioned nonchalantly, his eyebrows lifting momentarily. He glanced towards those around him, they narrowed their eyes, glaring at the woman before glancing back at Atlas for reassurance. He smirked, nodding slowly as he shifted his gaze to Kieran once again, “Oh, relax. It’s one night,” He responded, once again shrugging off her words, “Is it?” He encouraged the women forward first, placing his hands onto their shoulders and whispering in their ear. They turned to Kieran and offered her a sickly-sweet smile, “Thank you for letting us stay.”

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killyourdcrlings:

If he wasn’t that confident in his position, Luka could at least be confident in his faith, he knew how he felt, how he would feel and he knew his desperate he was for the other. His heart fluttered as the man wrapped his arm around his shoulders, a familiar emotion began to stir within him. “Anything you want, just never drink,” He breathed, his own arm snaking around his waist, “You’re so beautiful, I wand you so badly, Dalton.”

“Don’t know if beautiful would be the word I would use.” Dalton was positive he would never get used to being called beautiful by Luka or anyone for that matter. Beautiful and Dalton never seemed to go in the same sentence although that wasn’t to say that Dalton didn’t know that he was attractive. “You on the other hand? Completely breath taking.”

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“I don’t care what word you would use,” Luka objected with a smirk, flexing his fingers around Dalton’s hand, enjoying how the other seemed completely at ease now, though moments before he had been rigid, nervous even. Wasn’t it much easier to give in? He beamed as the man complimented him, a faint blush touching his cheeks as he, before they came to the clearing, took his last chance to steal a kiss from Dalton’s lips. A soft moan escaped and Luka pulled back rather abruptly, “Sorry — I,” The younger male sighed, shaking his head, his reaction may have been embarrassing, but it was honest.

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I’ll come home with you. Luka’s lips parted, his heart pounding loud enough that he could hear it, his chest heaved, was this really happening? It’s not that I don’t want to… He ached for the other, his teeth sinking into his lower lip again as their fingers tangled into one another. Did he tell him now? Did Dalton already know? Probably. “I haven’t — I mean… I want… I wanted you to be my first,” He looked away from the older man, focusing on floor ahead of them. “I guess that’s obvious, but I thought you should know… I wanted you to know,” The boy pushed a hand through his waves, letting out a sigh, “Kissing you is never going to get old.”

Dalton looked over at the other as they began to walk, listening to every word that he said. “You wanted me to be your first?” That both excited him and made him nervous. What if it wasn’t good? What if he hurt him? He tried to push the thoughts out of his head as he kept his eyes on Luka. “Thank you,” he responded, a light smile tugging at his lips. “I’m glad you told me.” He let go of Luka’s hand to instead move an arm around his shoulders. “Kissing me is never going to get old?” He asked with a teasing raise of his brow, “We’ll see about that.”

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If he wasn’t that confident in his position, Luka could at least be confident in his faith, he knew how he felt, how he would feel and he knew his desperate he was for the other. His heart fluttered as the man wrapped his arm around his shoulders, a familiar emotion began to stir within him. “Anything you want, just never drink,” He breathed, his own arm snaking around his waist, “You’re so beautiful, I wand you so badly, Dalton.”

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He stepped a little closer to her, nudging those in front of him out of their way, rubbing his lips over one another. “Oh I know, this was my home, I was a part of your community and the people I trusted… left me for dead. I presumed you’d at least, as a favour to an old ass kisser, offer us one night out of the rain.” His lips twitched slightly, “They’re my family, feral, but family, I can’t abandon them, but — you already know that, don’t you? Just like I know you’re considering it. Why else would you be stood here with me?”

“Like I said, I knew you.” Kieran watched as Atlas approached her knowing that she couldn’t exactly deny what he was saying. The problem wasn’t Atlas himself but the others with him. Maybe that made her a bit of a hypocrite considering she allowed Aspen to make a home but he was one person. One person they could handle. “You’re talking to me as if I have a heart, Atlas, when you and I both know that’s not true.” Kieran looked passed him to the others again before she finally turned on her heel, “If one of them even twitches the wrong way, all of you are out of here.” She looked over her shoulder, “You coming or not?” There was a part of all of this that made her uncomfortable but Atlas had been a part of the community once even if things were obviously different. She could put them up for at least a night.

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He laughed, loud enough that it would have disrupted either of then forms bief moment. Be rolled his eyes but said nitjing as Kieran all but “Welcoming how,” Didn’t seem right. “Thank you, Kieran,” The man hummed, flashing the ither a wink. Atlas was playing with hire, he knew that,’someone, one of his group would attempt something, it was inevitable, perhaps he could try physical protection of his people?

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killyourdcrlings:

Their eyes met and a rather devious, ghost of a smirk danced across Atlas’ features. He took her in but said nothing, surprised that Kieran remembered his name at all. He was a nobody back then, he couldn’t protect himself, he couldn’t do a single thing right except stock, he was useless. Oh, how things had changed. That was two years ago and his change was not only physical, but his strength in both his body and in mind had progressed beyond belief, sporting stubble, longer locks and a confidence he hasn’t possessed in the past, Atlas held Kieran’s gaze. “I can only imagine why—“ His gaze drifted down to the group of four, his hand curling around the back of a man’s shirt, tugging him away from the carcass they had pretty much torn to shreds, “Your manners astound me. Say hello, wipe your fucking face, don’t make me repeat myself again.” They stumbled over their words, noticing instantly that Kieran was a woman that demanded respect, they played humble, avoiding her stare, smiling politely, but Atlas knew how they thought, hell, he’d created their way of thinking. “It’s nice to see — the place still standing,” Atlas purposely intended to lead her into thinking he would say her, arrogance seeping through his tone as his eyes swept around them.

Kieran said nothing as she let the situation unfold in front of her. She listened to every word that Atlas had to say and watched as he spoke, to what she assumed to be, one of his guys. She said nothing. She didn’t offer a sarcastic comment nor did she allow her own lips to twitch into a smirk. Her eyes moved from Atlas to instead the others that were with him before finally resting on Atlas again. If it was anyone else, she would have left them there. She didn’t go out in the rain, let alone stay in the rain, for just anyone. “Did you really expect it to be any other way?” She raised a brow at him. “This isn’t a holiday inn, Atlas, and while I know you, or knew you then, I don’t know them.” She motioned to the others with him. “What are you looking for here?”

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He stepped a little closer to her, nudging those in front of him out of their way, rubbing his lips over one another. “Oh I know, this was my home, I was a part of your community and the people I trusted... left me for dead. I presumed you’d at least, as a favour to an old ass kisser, offer us one night out of the rain.” His lips twitched slightly, “They’re my family, feral, but family, I can’t abandon them, but — you already know that, don’t you? Just like I know you’re considering it. Why else would you be stood here with me?”

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The boy held back a cry as they parted again, his length hardening, begging for attention as he bit on his lower lip. “I —“ Dalton’s words were not a rejection, they weren’t a no, or a “we can’t”, it was simply a “not now.” Luka gave himself a moment, reaching between them to ajdust himself, make it look not so obvious. “— will you… will you come home with me?” Perhaps he was pushing his luck, there was no telling when this spell on Dalton was going to end but he saw the opportunity and ran with it. In this moment, the boy was grateful that he had chosen to take his own house, versus remaining with his mother, it gave them this opportunity, one they might not have had otherwise. “Or — not now?”

Dalton almost expected Luka to fight him on it or give him a list of reasons why doing this here and now was perfectly okay but that didn’t happen. His lips almost tipped up into a smile as he finally stepped back from the other as he reached out for Luka’s hand. “I’ll come home with you.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want Luka. It wasn’t as if he didn’ want to be with him. It was the fact that he didn’t think whatever was going to happen next should be done where they were. Luka deserved more than that. He deserved better than that.  “It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t want to here.”

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I’ll come home with you. Luka’s lips parted, his heart pounding loud enough that he could hear it, his chest heaved, was this really happening? It’s not that I don’t want to... He ached for the other, his teeth sinking into his lower lip again as their fingers tangled into one another. Did he tell him now? Did Dalton already know? Probably. “I haven’t — I mean... I want... I wanted you to be my first,” He looked away from the older man, focusing on floor ahead of them. “I guess that’s obvious, but I thought you should know... I wanted you to know,” The boy pushed a hand through his waves, letting out a sigh, “Kissing you is never going to get old.”

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I’ve been running with the wolves   — starter

It was raining, heavily, there was crimson ribbons running down the street, a giant mess, and the small group of people that turned to him in leadership were a bigger mess than the one they had made. His lips turned down as he shook his head side to side, they were outside of a familiar compound, one he knew well, and they were not making a good… second impression? Atlas let out a loud, long whistle, “Get… get your shit together, clean this up now. Now!” His eyes shifted when the large gate opened, “Now, look at what you did. At least wipe your fucking face.”

It seemed as if Kieran couldn’t catch a break. It wasn’t as if they were the only community around but people seemed hell bent on showing up on her front door. She motioned for them to open the gate so she could get a better look at what the hell was going on. She planned to give whoever was on the other side a piece of her mind and if that didn’t scare them off, she had more than enough fire power that would get the point across but she didn’t even get a chance to open her mouth before her eyes fell on an all too familiar face. “Atlas.” There was a mild shock to her voice as she found herself crossing the threshold just beyond the gate. “You’re the last person I thought I’d see standing on the other side of this gate.”

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Their eyes met and a rather devious, ghost of a smirk danced across Atlas’ features. He took her in but said nothing, surprised that Kieran remembered his name at all. He was a nobody back then, he couldn’t protect himself, he couldn’t do a single thing right except stock, he was useless. Oh, how things had changed. That was two years ago and his change was not only physical, but his strength in both his body and in mind had progressed beyond belief, sporting stubble, longer locks and a confidence he hasn’t possessed in the past, Atlas held Kieran’s gaze. “I can only imagine why—“ His gaze drifted down to the group of four, his hand curling around the back of a man’s shirt, tugging him away from the carcass they had pretty much torn to shreds, “Your manners astound me. Say hello, wipe your fucking face, don’t make me repeat myself again.” They stumbled over their words, noticing instantly that Kieran was a woman that demanded respect, they played humble, avoiding her stare, smiling politely, but Atlas knew how they thought, hell, he’d created their way of thinking. “It’s nice to see — the place still standing,” Atlas purposely intended to lead her into thinking he would say her, arrogance seeping through his tone as his eyes swept around them.

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“I think – about you so much, Dalton, I dream about you every night, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you,” He whispered, his voice breaking as their lips crushed together once more, his hips grinding into Dalton’s own. “You’re so beautiful, I want you so badly… Please.”

Dalton could imagine. While he made it seem as if he was unphased by Luka, that wasn’t the case at all. He couldn’t help the other small moan that escaped his lips as theirs met again, his hands moving to rest along Luka’s hips. “Not here,” he managed to mumble out before pulling back. “I want you too just…you deserved better than against some tree.”

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The boy held back a cry as they parted again, his length hardening, begging for attention as he bit on his lower lip. “I —“ Dalton’s words were not a rejection, they weren’t a no, or a “we can’t”, it was simply a “not now.” Luka gave himself a moment, reaching between them to ajdust himself, make it look not so obvious. “— will you... will you come home with me?” Perhaps he was pushing his luck, there was no telling when this spell on Dalton was going to end but he saw the opportunity and ran with it. In this moment, the boy was grateful that he had chosen to take his own house, versus remaining with his mother, it gave them this opportunity, one they might not have had otherwise. “Or — not now?”

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“No,” Dalton echoed back as he slipped his arms around Luka. He kept his eyes on the other as he gave him a list of questions. “I wasn’t doing this to humor you, Luka. I wanted to kiss you so I did.” He rubbed his lips together as he pondered the last question. He ran a hand up and down the other’s back, “Yeah,” he almost whispered. “I’ll kiss you again.”

“I think -- about you so much, Dalton, I dream about you every night, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you,” He whispered, his voice breaking as their lips crushed together once more, his hips grinding into Dalton’s own. “You’re so beautiful, I want you so badly... Please.”

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I’ve been running with the wolves   — starter

It was raining, heavily, there was crimson ribbons running down the street, a giant mess, and the small group of people that turned to him in leadership were a bigger mess than the one they had made. His lips turned down as he shook his head side to side, they were outside of a familiar compound, one he knew well, and they were not making a good... second impression? Atlas let out a loud, long whistle, “Get... get your shit together, clean this up now. Now!” His eyes shifted when the large gate opened, “Now, look at what you did. At least wipe your fucking face.”