the klepto king

. Autolycus  [ aw-tol-i-kuh-s ]  pretty p s y c h o p o m p ex]god of thieves I don't wanna wait We're used to the night that leaves us unstable We're used to the night we take more than we're able somebody's got to find We're used to the night and whatever's on the table what you seek I don't wanna wait. Take, take anything I don't wanna wait Take, take anything You know that I'd take Take, take anything t h e . w o l f . i t s e l f

[kleptolycus]

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I like you // I love you // I’m indifferent toward you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’m jealous of you // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’m attracted to you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I respect you // I want your respect // I feel protective of you // I’d like to cut loose with you // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // You’re nice // You’re mean // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I want an apology from you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better // I’ll be your sparring partner 

[kleptolycus]

xcaedes:

Enemy was a concept he understood well, his instincts honed to near perfection in order for him to quickly and efficiently identify potential threats before they had time to act. Man of few words, they’d laughingly called him. But what need had he for words when action painted a much clearer picture? 

Eyes narrowed on the disturbed patch of grass—several blades twisted and curled under what looked to be the invisible weight of a trespasser’s foot—Donovan sent his finely honed senses outward, searching for concrete evidence of an intruder to confirm what his instincts were already telling him. Someone of unknown allegiance had infiltrated the premises, one whom he suspected harbored ill intentions given the nature of his arrival. 

       To creep implied a desire for nondetection, and an unseen enemy often proved the most dangerous enemy of all.

              Unseen? 

        For now. 

Then, as though his silent determination had finally paid off—or maybe the strong energy pulses passing all around them had rendered the intruder susceptible, no longer immune to the intensity of his determination—the man known as War watched as the source of his suspicion and unease took physical form, incarnating into a seemingly coquettish male of unknown age, long, dark hair framing a face that most would deem … attractive. 

“Don’t,” Donovan growled, out of impulse—a subconscious reaction to the man’s close proximity—muscles spasmodically tensing as he struggled to reign in his agitation. Despite the sly way the tips of his fingers feathered over his stomach, a mere ghost of a caress, he felt … singed, that sizzling crackle of heat simmering between them nearly shocking him into taking a step back. But that feeling —that uncomfortable, tingling sensation rippling over his skin, giving rise to goosebumps—roused his wariness, far more intensely than before. 

“Don’t lie to me.” A warning, delivered in a low, glottal voice. “You’ve gone to a lot of trouble for mere admiration.” 

Firm lips pressing into a flat, hard line, his gaze saturated with skepticism, Donovan cracked his knuckles, then his neck, as if the sound would drown out the sound of his own heartbeat—a constant thump-thump-thump in his ears that had grown louder with every step taken that brought the intruder closer; a threat to his unflappable, sagacious nature. “Whatever it is you’re after, whatever has brought you to my door, I suggest you turn around and leave now—before you regret it.” 

    Only one thing awaited trespassers who didn’t know to leave well enough alone—

                 —death.

Because, as most come to learn—War eventually leads to Death—so why let a little thing like confusion and awareness stand in the way of his job?

“Don’t what? Do this?” With a suggestive, defiant smile that roused higher on the left Autolycus redirected his trespassing fingers south, knuckles ghosting the hemline of his shirt where raw heat radiated. Shrugging like he wasn’t even sorry, Auto bit his lip only to smile at the qualifier of lying— so touching was okay? That was all the validation he needed. “Lie? Now why would I do that?” He asked in flat honesty as a stray finger tucked under fabric, seeking skin. “I’m a thief, not a liar.” A lesser man would have ran (or pissed themselves standing); the energy that radiated off this wickedly fit specimen of a man was unlike anything he’d encountered since Ares. Shit. Could the god of war’s blood run in his veins? Swallowing, Lycus smiled, gaze meaningfully — and almost bashfully — sweeping down. “Mere admiration? Nay, it’s more than that. They don’t make them like you anymore. So virile. Strong. You could break me in two.” Was it wrong that he moved closer? “Technically, I never made it to your front door— ” was now not a good time for semantics? Alrighty then. “I’m not gonna lie, those 8 mile high walls of yours got me curious, came to see what was so valuable— ” his dark brown gaze swept back up, cloudy with lust. “But I’m willing to gamble there’s nothing inside I want more than what’s in here.” A single finger tugged at his waistband, the edges of his lips curling higher. It was a strong play— even for him, but he couldn’t goddamn help it. It’s been damn decades since he’s been this attracted to anyone, of either gender. Swallowing again, Auto leaned closer and whispered near the other man’s ear, “You’ve done the impossible catching me, and I ain’t even mad.” These were all truths, so raw many wouldn’t even own up to them— but Lycus wasn’t your average man, he had courage — and confidence — in spades. He’d never been one to hide his attraction to anyone. “You suggest I leave? That mean a part of you wants me to stay?” Auto let his hand sink even further south, making his own suggestion for what he should do, and it was just a suggestion— It’s not like he could really do anything with all that fabric in the way, and total flirt or not he wouldn’t take it any further sans permission. “I’m guilty. Caught red handed. You should take me in and punish me.”

[kleptolycus]

xcaedes:

It was quiet, save for the buzzing symphony of crickets and the faint whistling of the wind as it swept across the estate, further disheveling the few thick, recently tousled strands of dark auburn hair out of place. Cropped as short as it was - a habit he’d picked up during his stint in the military - Donovan rarely concerned himself with the irritating … complications that would have arisen from its management if he’d allowed it to grow beyond its current length, preferring the simplicity of its style to that of the unruly, curly undercut that would have taken its place. Optimal management, designed with timeliness in mind. After all, there was much he was forced to undertake at the behest of his employer, and maintaining one’s superficial appearance didn’t factor into the equation. 

But his physicality - that was something he absolutely refused to jeopardize. One must stay in tip-top shape if they were to survive the perils of this cold, vicious world. 

       Not only for himself but for Zoe as well. 

   She was his world and by extension his greatest weakness - a weakness his employer made great use of time and time again.

Thick, violent energy pulsated around him, responding to his thoughts - and the air … It was heavy, so thick with razor-sharp tension that the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

But it was the intrusive, unfamiliar presence encroaching on his property - rather than the thought of his daughter falling into the pitiless, callous hands of his employer - that prompted him to take action. On silent feet, the ex-special forces stalked the intruder, following the unmistakable sound of grass crunching beneath a stealthy tread. 

      And there he was - four feet ahead, skillfully navigating the security cameras’ blind spots as he crept closer and closer to the house … where his daughter slept, so fragile, so easily broken.

               Barely leashed violence pulsed in the air around him like electricity from a live wire.

   Unacceptable.

With a sudden burst of speed that had nothing to do with the humanity that had been stripped from him years ago, Donovan intercepted the male before he could reach the house, firmly blocking his route to Zoe. “Five seconds,” he rumbled, his tone quiet yet packing enough intensity to stagger the senses. “That’s all I’m willing to give you.”

          To explain yourself.

There was someone behind him, the intensity was closing in, chills crept up his back akin to the sensation that made you run up stairs because something was at the bottom. Autolycus looked back, squinting through the dark but saw nothing of note.

                                                 Then he heard it. The growled threat.

Jerking, genuinely started by the deep voice that crackled the air in front of him, Auto whipped his head towards the sound, long strands of dark hair getting tangled with lashes as he seemingly materializing on the spot. It stunned him, getting caught, and for a second the thief blanked, gaze sweeping up that ridiculously built body to find the most intense stare he’d ever seen. Oh yeah. They matched the voice.

“Five seconds,” he repeated, unblinking as fear made him quiver but rather than take the defensive Lycus batted his lashes and shamelessly eye fucked the shit outta him. He smiled, silky, charismatic and breathed out a suggestive, “I can make that work.” Hell, for a man who out muscled the Greek Gods, he could make anything work. 

An eyebrow cocked. Cheeky. “But it’d be a shame to rush things...” Coy, his right hand ghosted close, knuckles just barely teasing across the ridge of what had to be rock hard abs. Zeus almighty. Fingers tingled, warm from the electric spark, and curled fruitlessly in and out with the need to clench skin instead of air.  

You really think you can flirt your way out of this one?

                                                                                       Honestly? 

He didn’t. But one look at the built motherfucker told him all he needed to know.

                                                                                                There was no fighting his way out.

So he angled his body closer, seeking the warm intensity the other projected rather than shying away. “You’re tense,” he purred, breaking the eye contact to glance at those brawny forearms, momentarily mesmerized by the ripple and jut of veins. Shit was he vascular. “Easy there, I’m only admiring the architecture— ” Hah! Claimed the man who hadn’t glanced at the manor since Mr. Tall Dark and Brooding showed up. 

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[kleptolycus]

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[kleptolycus]

It was the kind of foggy night where the crickets came out in the masses to holler at the lost stars, as if their buzzing orchestra could guide the light back home through the moisture in the air. The perfect night for a prowl. Casually perched high atop the gated wall that would have kept many a would be thief out, Autolycus rolled a silver dollar between nimble knuckles, staking out the estate. It was modest, as far as estates went, didn’t really give off the impression of somewhere he’d find a priceless object of power, much less the one his employer was after..

The house itself was small. Came across more like your average family home. Totally unassuming, almost bland and there was far more land than building (seriously someone needed to hire a gardener) though he supposed, that’s exactly what made it a wise location-- Was that an outdoor gym? Shit. Maybe that anonymous tip had been right. There was a presence here, an intensity to the air that almost sizzled. It was foreboding, but not enough to keep him out. Nah. People didn’t put up walls this big unless they were hiding invaluable treasure. Besides, he could go invisible.

                                                                             There was nothing to fear.

Lycus held up a hand, watching as it and the coin flickered transparent before vanishing and, excitement stirring, slipped down to the overgrown grass like a black cat, landing silently in a graceful crouch. Ignoring the fact that this had been a scouting mission only, Auto crept in a tiptoe to get a look at the house itself. He’d already mapped out all the security cameras, and kept his creeping in-line with the blind spots in-between, downplaying what he couldn’t avoid: the way the long grass crushed down beneath feet.

[thorodinson]