Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills.

Markus Chadwick. Twenty-eight, MMA fighter, residing in Downtown, LA. 

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enzxguerra:

The amount of willpower that it took Enzo to restrain himself for this long was astonishing, even in his eyes. Of course, he did intend on offering a place for Markus to stay to patch up or something, but this was much more enjoyable. Pushing his lips back to meet his, he gently maneuvered them off the wall before he started towards the closest bedroom.

Markus moved his other hand and gripped Enzo’s shoulder as he kissed the male back. After a moment Markus pulled back, but bowed his head and started to press kisses to Enzo’s neck. Sure this wasn’t what he had planned, but it was one way to end the night.

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enzxguerra:

A fiery hot blush worked it’s way up Enzo’s neck into his cheeks and ears, but before he had time to come up with something witty, he found himself pressing a kiss against the other’s lips. Pulling him closer, he moved to lift the other up onto his hips as he drove him up against the opposite wall. A mumbled apology dripped from his lips.

Markus grunted when his back hit the wall. “Shh.” Markus said as he wrapped his legs around Enzo’s waist and pulled him closer. Markus tangled his hand into Enzo’s hair and pulled the male in for another kiss.

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enzxguerra:

“I’m a self-proclaimed workaholic,” he laughed, finding himself moving closer once again before his hands slipped forward to touch on his waist and ghost underneath the other’s shirt. “Let me put these in the wash,” he added suddenly. “I’ll put my work off tonight just for you.”

Markus smirked when Enzo moved closer to him and he felt the heat of Enzo’s hand on his hips. “Well at least you can admit to it.” Markus said as he placed a hand on Enzo’s right arm and ran his fingers slowly over them. “If you wanted me out of my clothes, all you had to do was ask.”

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enzxguerra:

The drive to Enzo’s was brisk. A little too fast if he was being honest with himself, but it wasn’t unusual at this time of night. Stopping briefly to pick up some food for the other, they arrived to his soon after. Enzo didn’t spend too much time worrying about how huge his place was or how many cars he owned. The club was his main priority, and if he could, he’d live in it. His house stood behind a secure gate with a few bodyguards nearby that ensured his safety and the only car he owned was his seventy-four Volkswagen Beetle. It was a regular life he’d always wanted. Opening the door for the other, he smiled softly.

“There’s three guest bedrooms, each with their own bathroom. Kitchen’s to your right,” he gestured each way as he spoke. “There’s some clean clothes in the closet in my room if you wanna change. Laundry machine’s down the hall.” Enzo’s hand moved to the small of Markus’ back to lead him inside before closing the door behind him. “If you need anything else, I’ll be in my office.”

Markus shivered lightly when Enzo touched his back, it was always a sensitive spot for him. He nodded his head as he listened to everything was Enzo was saying. Markus stepped forward a little before he looked back Enzo. “More work?” Markus with as smile before turned to face him fully.  “And here I thought you were inviting me for the whole sleepover experience.”

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enzxguerra:

“Settled,” he said after a moment, standing up to open the door where the two bodyguards stood on either side of the door. “Leaving early tonight, boys. Make sure you lock up after everyone’s gone.” Soon shutting the door, he faced Markus with a smile before shifting closer than usual and offering his hand. “C’mon. We’ll get some food on the way.”

Markus grabbed Enzo’s hand and stood up.He swallowed heavily when he noticed how close they were. “Yeah that sounds good.” Markus said softly as he pulled his hand away from Enzo’s, but didn’t bother to move away from him.

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enzxguerra:

Enzo stared at him fixedly, helplessness settling deep within him before he let go of his hand to grab the pack to put back in the fridge. 

“I know,” he said softly as he rejoined him, running a hand over his back. “Do you wanna spend the night at mine? Just in case someone decides to come back for round two?”

Markus chuckled softly as he looked up at Enzo. “It will be round three at this point.” Markus said as he ran his eyes over Enzo slowly. “But yeah, that will be alright,”

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enzxguerra:

“The black eye can’t exactly attest to that one,” he retorted gently. Taking a few moments to look him over, he bravely slipped one of his hands in the other’s. “You didn’t deserve what happened to you, but I’m going to get ahold of Alastair in the morning and see what he can do about transferring the amount into my account. We’ll get it sorted, yea?”

Markus looked down at their joint hands before he flicked his eye back to Enzo. “I’m just a little rusty, is all.” Markus said was a shrug, before he sighed softly. He reached and pulled the ice pack off his eye, before he chucked it on the desk. “God, I hate this.”

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Markus sighed as he looked up Enzo. “I know, I would of been able to handle it and pay him, exepct I got suspend so now I am out of a job.” Markus said before he shook his head. “15.” 

“All this over fifteen hundred? I swear to God, if you say thousand, I’m gonna smack you myself,” he warned with no real conviction in his voice. Tilting the other’s head towards him with his hand, he pressed the ice pack back. “You really should’ve called me, darling.”

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Markus dropped his eyes a little as he heard Enzo reply. He licked his lips a little as Enzo tilted his head backwards. Markus shivered a little as the ice pack was placed back on his eye. "Told you, I could of handled it."

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enzxguerra:

Enzo listened carefully before nodding, understanding. He sighed gently, pulling the ice pack away to glance at the swelling before putting it back. Smiling softly, he hung his head for a moment.

“You know you could’ve called me. Could’ve told me you were in trouble, and I would’ve given you the money, love.” He pulled away again, his steely gaze hoping to meet his. “How much does he want?”

Markus sighed as he looked up Enzo. “I know, I would of been able to handle it and pay him, exepct I got suspend so now I am out of a job.” Markus said before he shook his head. “15.” 

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enzxguerra:

“Of course,” he strut over to the mini-fridge to fetch an ice pack for the other before returning and taking a seat beside him, handing it over. The need for small-talk was almost infuriating, but it was only because that was the type of person Enzo was. He despised it. “I’m good.” He said after a moment before scooting closer to assist him with the ice pack, dismissing the other’s thanks. “Here, let me.” Gazing back at him, his eyebrows ticked into worry. “You gonna tell me what happened?”

Markus leaned his head back a little and pressed the ice pack to his right eye. “Got into the fight.Owe some guy money, couldn’t pay him.” Markus said with a shrug as he moved his hand when Enzo moved closer. “The other guy looks worse.” Markus said with alugh.

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enzxguerra:

The low drone of people’s voices and muffled, smooth music had managed to almost drown out the incessant tapping of his keyboard. Sighing, he pushed himself away from his computer for a moment, stretching out his arms and bringing them back down to rub his hands over his face. He was ready to take a long nap at this point. Cracking his knuckles, neck, and back, the door swung open to reveal his two large body guards with Markus in between them. Standing up almost immediately, the two left the other two alone, the door slipping closed behind them.

“Markus,” he said softly, walking forward, unsure of how to properly greet him. “Here, take a seat.” He pulled out the opposite chair for the man. “Can I get you something to drink?”

Markus walked into the office and sat down. “Nah, just an ice pack would be great, if you have one.” Markus said as he looked up at Enzo. He ran a hand through his hair slowly. “How are you?” Markus asked as he leaned back in the chair slightly. “Thanks for this.”

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Markus pulled his jacket closer as he left the police station. He reached into his pocket and pulled his cigarette’s. He sighed as he shoved the packet back into pocket before he headed towards Enzo’s club.   Once at the club Markus found Cliff pretty east. “Hey. Can you take me to Enzo’s office?” Markus asked, trying to be louder than the music. Cliff turned and looked at Markus before he nodded his head. “Yeah, follow me.” Cliff said as he lead markus to the office.

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text || open

Enzo: Cliff will escort you to my office when you get here.

Enzo: Are you okay, though? What's going on?

Markus: Thanks Enzo. Sorry to put this on you.

Markus: I'll explain it when I see you. I shouldn't be too long.

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text || Joey

Joey: I require it as soon as you're in my car.

Markus: And you will get it. Thanks Joey.

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text || Joey

Joey: Yes but I expect a full explanation.

Markus: I will give you one

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text || Joey

Joey: You don't just kind of get arrested.

Markus: Can you come and get me please. Then tell me off?

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text || Joey

Joey: Did you get yourself arrested?

Markus: Uh kind of.