The God King

Marcus Aurelius Calahan, Oldest of the Calahan Brothers. Everyone should aspire to be like me. Benevolent and terrible. Irresistible and God-like - If my Dick could talk: It would be bragging 30 - CAMELOT DEVELOPERS CEO

[desi-graziano]

  There were dreams of this. So many dreams of kissing the man with all the want in him. Sometimes he woke up just after the kiss and sometimes it went further, but either way he woke up aroused and yet disappointed it wasn’t real. Now though… now it was real. There was no waking up alone in bed. Desi’s arms went around Marcus as his collar was gripped, holding him close, further ensuring he wasn’t going anywhere. Even as he could feel him, hear him, and taste him, it was still so surreal. He panted against Marcus’s lips as they came up for air, large hands grasping at him. Desi smiled at the spoken Italian. So often he thought about how he would never hear that again. Not even his voice. Dark eyes scanned the gorgeous features of the other as if still trying to decipher if it was real or just another dream. “I know I don’t deserve you for choosing to be with him… but I also know now that I don’t want anyone else…” A hand smoothed through soft blonde hair as Desi looked at Marcus like he was the only other one on Earth. “Ti amo ancora,” he whispered before nipping at his lip, not at all shy to let those words out. He wasted enough time in the wrong relationship.

[marcuscalahan]

Marcus held the stallion in his arms, his breathing slow enough so he could feel the soft warm breathes of Desi's against hsi lips with the rise and fall of his mighty chest. For such a big man, he was so gentle, so sweet and so modest. He found the beauty in someone who had been so pure for the onset of meeting him. Someone whom had a passion for the smilicity of mechanics and automobiles, mixed up in a dark mess that had been his past.. Marcus found it ironic that Desi stood there telling him that he didn't deserve him for not choosing him. That he knew he wanted to be with no one else than with him....Marcus felt himself stare deep into those dark chocolate eyes that swam with a sea of troubles.... His heart thumped against his chest and Marcus put a finger on his lips. Silence hung in the air and he kept his finger against Desi's soft lips ..His soft touch in his fingers. His body against his. THe warmth of the hulking Sicilian.....Marcus felt...at peace...."Ti amo da sempre."... He said quietly..letting his words hang in the air... had he always loved him?....He had... It took death staring him in the face and a small fragment of their lives split apart to find out that he would live a lonely existence without the man he had loved and died with...Colding him hard against his fingers and pulling him close to him that he could almost crush Desi in his grasp...."Don't leave me ...." he quietly spoke... no.... The Calahan God-King was ready to admit that for the first time..for the first time in his life... He pleaded softly to Desi for him...not to leave him....Even as he pulled him aggressively into a wanton kiss... fearful... fearful that he would lose him if he didn't kiss him now....

[marcuscalahan]

[desi-graziano]

  The smile from the blonde didn’t surprise Desi. He knew how ironic it was. After everything, and so many times of Gabriel swearing he wouldn’t end up like his father, he was. Slowly he nodded, glad to hear that Marcus was doing well. “Good,” he commented softly, and then it was switched to his personal life. Desi was so sure that Marcus had to be seeing someone because why would he not be? He could have anyone he wanted. However, Marcus moved in close and working on smoothing his collar had Desi starting to think otherwise. He couldn’t help but feel glad that the other man was single though it also made him feel sad that he was also alone. “Yeah… I know.” Being so close to Marcus now and the way he was touching at his collar, a shivering sensation passed through him before bringing a hand gingerly to the side of the blonde’s face. “Dio mio…,” he breathed out in a hushed tone so close to his lips before letting them brush. “I miss you…” The confession came out even softer, followed by the start of a tender kiss. He didn’t know how Marcus would react but it was a risk he was willing to take when he had nothing else

[marcuscalahan]

He could have been almost paralytic just by the Stallion's touch. His body and his heart had been craving him and his touch for what had seem like an age. Where had he been? What had he been doing? Was he still thinking the same thoughts as he was when they left each other at the hospital. Were they the same people then as they are now?. All these questions the lonely god-king had posed but all answered in that one soft tender kissed that swept his breath away and made him furl Desi's collar in his strong grip and pullling him in closer.. bringing his arm around his waist and tasting the sweet soft nectar on his lips that he had been dying to taste...

Why had he been dying to taste it? In truth Marcus had never openly admitted his feelings for Desi. Not once. Knowing the difficulty it would cause for Desi, rather than being the selfish man he had always been. he chose to be the martyr.. for the smile on the stallion's face... now... He found himself in the strong burly arms of the Sicilian.. hands gripped tight against his bicep and collar.. Tongue and lips hot and feverish to the kiss... Pulling away... Unwillingly but in need for the air.. "Mei sei mancator troppo...Mio Stallone..." whispering against his lips as he kissed his stallion once more...

[desi-graziano]

Brows furrowed at the response feeling a sharp sting at the mention of Gabriel. He would always love his brother too of course but it hurt that he was losing another family member to the business more than it hurt losing him as a lover. Desi shook his head, staying silent for a moment or so longer before find his voice. “Just me. We… uh…” He shrugged as he let his soft dark eyes settle on Marcus. “We’re not together. The power got him and he… I couldn’t do it anymore, but thank you.” Even though the words didn’t specifically come out, it was enough of a statement that said he looked good as well. Desi had no idea what was happening in Marcus’ life, whether he was seeing anyone or not, how work was going or anything, and the reason behind being brought over was still a mystery to him. "How have you been? Are you… are you alright?"

[marcuscalahan]

He couldn't help but smile and feel a wedge of despair dredge into him.. The man that had worked so hard to rescue and protect Desi.. had now been consumed by the very thing he had sworn to disambiguate himself from. Losing his father and possibly the man that would love him...He put on a brave face only fathoming what Desi could be feeling.. How his stallion could possibly feel knowing his brother and lover....Were being consumed... He was lucky to have not travelled down his darker roots.. knowing well how to leave things be... As always, his Stallion.. was every kind and caring about him.... Had he really been doing anything with his life? Besides the Architect he had been in rivalry with, Warren.... And then Isaac... he had decided to continue the pursuit of his empire, expanding it to the known reaches of the world and starting up 5 global projects.... But did he put time for himself...."I've been good Desi.... Better now.. But if you're asking about my personal life..." Closing the gap and sorting the collar on his shirt..tossling up his sweet scent, gently wafting towards him and giving him a bittersweet smile.... "No... Not since .... well...you know..." tugging gently onto his collar... the urge so intense to kiss him...kiss his sweet stallion....

[desi-graziano]

  Marcus turned and it was as though Desi’s heart wrenched. The Sicilian had been alone as well. Life with his half brother only lasted so long, the power of leading the Cosa Nostra taking a hold of Gabriel like it did Dante. He became a man Desi no longer recognized and certainly wasn’t the man he loved anymore. In the wake of their separation, several nights saw him picking up his phone to call Marcus, or even text him, but he could never follow through. Even after he chose to stay with Gabriel, his God was second best to no one and contacting him when things didn’t work out wouldn’t have looked good.

Apparently Marcus had the nerve to do what Desi couldn’t.

He wanted to rush in and take Marcus into his arms, but he remained calm even as he stopped just in front of him. Chocolate brown eyes took in the sight of the man he still loved and damn he was still every bit of gorgeous as he was the last time he saw him, if not more. “You look good,” he complimented, fighting his emotions from being evident in his voice,

[marcuscalahan]

He tried to keep his cool. The Sicilian's words had gotten the best of him and slid under his skin like a canola to the vein. He was a drug to Marcus. Something he knew he shouldn't have. Something he knew was bad for him but the more he looked at sweet Desi, the more his heart churned those aching beats. Again and again it thrumed remembering those nights he had spent sleepless and without company and it was Desi whom had kept him from his madness.. In their deepest darkest moment when all felt lost.. And all was gone... He was there.. In some way.. there was no one else he could envisage having travelled down the dark paths of torment and despair, near brink death...Than with  Desi. "Gabriel has been looking after you well... " his deep voice thrumming between them. The urge to take him into his arms and... It was powerful. His need..so great. But Desi was not his.....Not his to take...

[desi-graziano]

  The message had been a surprise and he debated on if he would even go. He could easily send the carpool back without being in it, but then that wasn’t the kind of man Desi was. As much as the very thought of Marcus Calahan hurt, there wouldn’t ever not be a place in his heart for him, and in turn, he was going to go. The car arrived and Desi got in, thoughts heavily on his mind and heart, both dreading and looking forward to seeing the oldest Calahan brother. Arriving and being driven through the gates, Desi got out and silently walked into the garage where his dark eyes fell upon the sight of the other. He watched him for a moment or so, quietly, before stepping in further to make his presence known if it wasn’t known already. “Marcus…”, he addressed softly, his strides smooth yet slow toward him as he tried his best to push the hurt back.

[marcuscalahan]

Deep in thought as his fingers ran over the smooth Quicklsilver of the car. Those months that had passed by where he had made the best to move on...Thinking about Warren... Thinking about Ben.. How they had moved on and yet here he was the lonely god... On top of Mount Olympus with only the clear blue skies and  glowing twilight at nights to keep him company. And each time his eyes would close thinking about Desi...When they both turned away from one another... To keep themselves safe from one another.. Was safety a reason to feel so isolated. Alone. Marcus...

He jolted and breathed a ragged sigh. The god-king turned to see his stallion... in perfect form as if he never been scared or lacerated by the demons of his past...By the Cosa Nostra .. Standing in his true form and grace... Marcus swallowed. His heard pounded and for a moment all he could do was drink the sight of his stallion in like a man starved of water in a desert..."Desi...."

[marcuscalahan]

He'd sent a message to Desi, asking him to take the carpool he had sent for him and to meet him in the Calahan Garages. The thoughts racing through his mind about whether he should still be speaking to the mafioso prodigy or not stewed in his mind as he ran his hand over the surface of the Aventador he drove with Desi. Memories would flash by of the hurt that he saw in Desi's eyes...and the cold sting of his scars aching with the memory of those hooks in his body.....He didn't know what hurt more. Desi's shame in his eyes..or the hooks...

[marcuscalahan]

[marcuscalahan]

Calahan Observatory

[maddoxcalahan]

  "Marcus…" Maddox reaches the observatory and narrows his eyes at the table and candles, unable to prevent a chuckle. A dinner for the two of them. "It’s been a while since we did this. A dinner. Just us."

[marcuscalahan]

I know...-He says quietly.. his voice deep and booming with a touch of charimatic charm in it... he opens the seat and allows Maddox to sit down before uncapping the plates and reveal lobsters for each of them in a bed of green garnish, pouring the Moet into the glasses- .. Your Birthday is something I will always make room for

[marcuscalahan]

[marcuscalahan]

Calahan Observatory

- A table set in front them with dinner metal covers over the plates, candles and roaring fires on each side of the observatory...Marcus remains calm looking up at the sky with a chair pulled out of the table, waiting for Maddox to arrive-

[marcuscalahan]

Text: Maddox

Marcus: Happy birthday my dear little brother. I'm glad that you're a very happy man now, can you meet me upstairs in the observatory as soon as you can. I have a surprise for you.

[marcuscalahan]

Calahan Manor - Basement Gym

[dysonnetceo-deactivated20190913]

  Smiling gently, before leaning in and placing a light kiss on Marcus’ cheek. “I’m glad you feel that way, Marc…and I’m glad we can still be friends…”

Withdrawing slightly, Ben’s smile grew a little wider. “Actually, maybe there is something else we can do for each other…my recent trip to the Far East was more than just publicity, DysonNet has managed to secure a site to launch a new facility, DysonGen Japan. We’ve still got a lot of paperwork to finalise with the Japanese Government, but sooner or later I’m going to need an architect…how would you feel about another collaborative build?”

[marcuscalahan]

What can I say?.. I do because I can and I will... -his cheeks flush slightly but Marcus pays no heed-. I'm just glad you and Maddox can be happy with one another...-Marcus' ears prick up and for a moment he smiles back at the seemingly conveniently placed request..-. I don't see why not.  I personally wouldn't build anything new in Japan. Too much heritage and find land to spoil. I would recommend to try and adapt one of the older facilities.. It's fairly industrial around Japan, depends if you're in Hokkaido or closer to Hounshu...But I'm... interested let's say..

[drake--fox-blog]

  -He listens attentively as he stares down at the drink in his hands. He knows that he shouldn’t; Supposedly he was at a higher risk of alcohol dependency. Then again, it’s not like he ever listened to a doctor before… so he takes a drink.-  I see. When the time comes let me know. -He leaves it at that. He’s unable to understand exactly how stifling he can be to both Mason and his mother… once there is someone he loves he needs to protect them at all costs.- Good. I think… I think I know one thing that might make her happier. I dunno how to do it but I think you might. Do you know how to find people who have… completely vanished? 

[marcuscalahan]

-Looking at Drake apprehensively taking the tumbler, not sure if he should drink it and then takes the small sip. Marcus relaxes for a moment and stares at the fire... Contemplating A Calahan silence at first and then shaking his head to abate the thought. His ears perk up at the request that Drake had posed..- ...Who do you want to find? 

[lcstinthespctlight]

  -Marcus wasn’t the only one who felt like he was in two places right now, his heart telling him two different things and pulling him in two directions as if something inside him was about to rip apart, one path opening itself back up to Isaac when he had thought it closed forever, the other one laying openly ahead of him and Isaac unwilling to pick a direction, not now, not so spontaneously. His head was spinning too much to think straight right now- I don’t want to see you envious though, Marcus… I don’t want to see you be ‘as content as you can be’, cause I know you, and I know those words mean nothing. They don’t mean you’re happy. -sighing with a smile- I am falling for Hans, yes. But… I’m also still in love with you, Marcus. I always will be, I think. I… My mind is so confused right now. I didn’t expect you to ever miss me or whatever, and I… Part of me wants you so bad and another part of me wants him, equally bad…

[marcuscalahan]

-Putting his hand on his shoulder. He squeezed it. Not saying anything for a while before breathing in-.. Listen Isaac.. I want you to follow what you really want.. If you feel like your life can be better with the Mayor.. then do it...cut me loose. End us... don't make us as a hydra of problems... But if you want to return to me.. I'm willing to try and work out our differences.. build something else with you.. You make a choice. I'm adult enough to handle whatever consequences occur.... I mean it.... 

[lcstinthespctlight]

  -the touch of Marcus’ fingers sending little lightning bolts through his body… sparks that make his heart beat faster, bringing feelings out… Biting his lip in conflict as to what to do or say now- He has been making me very happy, yes… It is a… complicated thing, of course… Then again, I’m always drawn to complicated men, aren’t I? -squeezing Marcus’ hand more- Can I ask you something? Are you… happy?

[marcuscalahan]

-even as he holds onto Isaac's hand, the very words coming out of his mouth were being walled up behind his lips... He was in two places..One was happy he was happy...the other wanted to burn the world for the fact that this one man could hold such power and sway over him..it aggravated him.. but he kept his calm..reminding himself of the words his mother used to say to him and put it in his graduation tomes "Know how to smile even when you are sad... that is what is important"....- It doesn't need to be complicated Isaac.. I can tell...you're falling for the man... It doesn't take a fool to see that..  Anyone can see happiness.. We all grow envious of it.. And to answer your question -squeezing his hand once more and then slowly pulling his fingers away-..I'm as content as I can be as a man of my position. -A beautiful smile opening up from his face.. Reminding him that things could be worse-

[drake--fox-blog]

  -He goes blank for a bit. It’s not because of relationship discussion, Drake knows that it’s something of an unspoken Elephant in the room when he’s around. It’s more the fact that it had never even occurred to him to look for Marcus or Maddox for permission or blessings. Their relationship just sort of was as is, even as difficult as it could be.- It’s more… that I can focus my energy on him, I think. -He muses, but then realizes that it sounded selfish and it had more innuendo than he thought.- Not that he doesn’t focus his energy on me either… it’s weird. I don’t know how to explain it. -He abruptly cuts focus.- I don’t need anything though. You’ve given everything to me. If you wanna make me happy just make sure my mom is… 

[marcuscalahan]

-Noticing his nervousness and the immediate panic in his eyes, he reached over for Drake's fingers, opens them and puts the tumbler in his hands-.. You don't need to explain youself to me.. I understand where it is and what it is you two do for one another. I'm just glad Mason can keep his mind over his fuck wad of a father... Which I might get you to deal with when the time comes....-he rests a hand on his shoulder-.. I think your mother is more than cheerful now that you're not constantly inside the room all the time.. I can tell.. She sings songs when she's cheerful...a good sign of a kept woman