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Phil chuckled. His plan had been executed perfectly. Exactly as he expected it. He nodded to the male and gave him a light chuckle. “Then I have Nana and I work on dinner tonight,” a grin was added and then a wink. “Is there any particulars I should know about your diet? I mean, those muscles surely didn’t came without discipline,” nodded Phil, who again, gave a squeeze to the man’s biceps. “So I’m guessing you’re probably under a regime. I had a girlfriend who was under a 2000 calory diet, and he was totally dying,” the young blond nodded. “ I mean, he was so fit by the year happened that he was the absolute delight of our club. I mean, he even blocked me because he said I wasn’t fit enough to hang with him!” a hand came to Phil’s chest. “Can you believe it!” A nod, and then again another touch of Ryan’s biceps. “But yes, can’t wait!” he smiled. Nana was already calling for Phil. A quick glance and a smile was given to the old lady.

“Alrighty, then.” Ryan hums lightly. His face lights up red with blush. “Well, I try to eat healthy, and exercise regularly... but under 2,000 calories cannot be healthy for you in the long term.” He points out. He does try to keep in shape, and honestly the discipline distracts him from the occasional existential crisis. But what Phil describes does not sound very healthy. He opens his mouth to say something but damn, this guy talks nonstop. Not that he minds, since he would rather listen than talk anyway. But he is rendered speechless by the contents rather than the quantity of the words. Obviously Phil leads a different kind of life than his. He is not sure what to make of it, but it’s probably not his place anyway. “I’m... sorry to hear that. That is not a very decent way to treat anyone.” He offers genuinely. “Yes, I’ll bring something for the dinner. And don’t worry about the food. it’s Sunday so... cheat day.”

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The ice cream was standard at best, and now Cormac was stuck with more than he would usually have and no reaction from Boyd. That defeated the purpose. “They can. I can. We’ve already established I’m heartless. Not to mention it’s my life on the line.” He said before Jenny the waitress approached them and asked if they wanted anything else. “I believe we’re done here, unless the Princess wanted more ice cream?” 

“So you’re putting your life above other’s? Typical.” Boyd rolls his eyes even though it was him who threatened to pretend-shoot Cormac in the head in the first place. Making sense is overrated anyway. “Can you believe this guy? Threatening to shoot my friend.” He complains at Jenny, quickly turning it around. “Nah, I’m good. I think I’ve spent enough time with the bourgeois for the night.” 

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“You forget connoisseur of handcuffs.” He smirked, before shooting Boyd a betrayed look and reached out with his spoon to take half of Boyd’s ice cream, threats be damned. “Maybe my snipers will get to your sniper first.” 

“Well, that’s more of a hobby than a profession.” Boyd shrugs shamelessly. His squint intensifies. Honestly, he would have fought for his ice cream any given day. But since Cormac is buying anyway, he gives the man a break. “They can’t. Mine has a family to feed and take care of. Hell, she recently adopted a puppy. You can’t do that to a puppy, you heartless 1%-er.”

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Did he just? Did he just quote the Bible?, Phil thought. He was confused, his brows raised and his head was hung in a short angle, trying to find out why did he just quote the Bible. Whatever boner was raised, it was expelled out of his body. But like Pazuzu on The Exorcist it clung back the second he offered a smile and a tour of the Church. “I’d love to, but I couldn’t take advantage of this” he continued with a smirk, giving a soft pat on his chest, just to feel him again. “I mean, you have a big heart and I’d feel like I’m imposing myself asking for a tour.” The lengths Phil went to get to feel another men. He gave a smile and nodded. “I don’t know if I can stay that late, or if I can be with teenagers.” If there was one thing he hated were pompous teenagers ready to rip his ass because he wasn’t manly enough. He shook his head, kindly rejecting the idea of going back to High School even if it was for a short period of an hour. Even the lenghts he’d go for dick had a limit, it seemed. “Oh I know!” he faked an eureka moment, “Why don’t we have a study for ourselves only! Like, on Nana’s house!” The plan wasn’t even plotted, it spurred at that second with the glee and enthusiasm of a young kid. “I can cook us dinner and have us talk about the Bible after that. We can even make it a weekly thing, like, every sunday night.” Phil thought that it’d be better if it was on Sunday because Thursdays were shirtless party at the Flaming Flower, Fridays were Bottom’s up for all Bottoms special on Heels-R-Us and Saturdays was Danger Drag Night on the Malebolge. He had already a full agenda. A full gay agenda.

Ryan tilts his head to the side, not quite understanding what Phil meant by this means. His mouth makes an O shape at the following words. “Aw, it’s no trouble, really.” He shrugs, as in he doesn’t mind at all. He simply figures that the man is not comfortable with the church scene. He noticed the change of look with him quoting the bible. He just finds some verses to be relevant and inspiring. “Well, dealing with kids is not for everyone. I do it for living, so I don’t mind some extra work during weekends.” He chuckles softly. As a teacher, he has a knack of getting through to teenagers. He raises the brows as Phil exclaims. He laughs lightheartedly, mildly amused by the sheer energy the other radiates with. “Um, sure?” He thinks for a second if he has any agenda during Sundays. He typically spends it with his family, but lately, he has been looking for a reason to get out of that. This seems like as good as it gets... He kind of feels guilty for using Phil and Nana for his own gain, though. He would probably make it up by bringing something nice for them. “I think that’d work.” He smiles politely. 

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The loud thud woke him. Motherfucker. Whatever little gladness he had for finding Chris flew right at that window. He groaned in pain and shook his head. Once they were going back he was going to have his head no matter what. Dev took a deep breath of air his shallow breath normalizing one step at the other. A single fuck you very much was given under his breath as he tried holding himself. Both his forehead and his ego hurt, because Chris was somewhat right. But he was not going to admit it. Not tonight. “Yeah, I did that because I’m fucking awesome,” he continued picking himself up. And once they were up Dev knew exactly like he wanted to do. Magic was out and his secret as well, so why keep anything else hidden? He pulled Chris for a kiss. Not just any kiss, a big one. One in which Dev skillfully used his tongue and to finish that up, he bit the bodyguard’s lips, tugging them for a bit before pulling with a big smirk.

“Sorry,” the coquette prince said under his breath, “I wanted to make sure I was not dreaming.” He gave a pat to Chris and shook his hand, flickering sparks coming out of it. Like a firecracker that once held powder but was stored way too long on a dark store room. Again, he tried, his magic working. And once again, this time creating an actual orb of light. Yes. It was there. He closed his fist and with it, light came out. “I don’t think there is a way out of here,” Dev continued. “If we’re moving out, I think there’s a few things you need to learn about this place,” the young prince continued. “I don’t think we’ll be able to pull out of here. Not before I finish something my ancestors should have done before…” He took a deep breath. “Ever been familiar with the story of Prometheus? Because there’s something you need to know about that…”

Chris narrowed his eyes with a clear disdain, effectively conveying his ‘yeah, sure, you fucking idiot’ without actually vocalizing. He knew better than to expect any apology. Rather than dwelling on it, he was about to secure their way out of this hellhole. “Whatever punishment you’re devising, it should wait until we get out o--” His words were cut off again by a kiss, abrupt like the last time. But this time he didn’t faze. He dropped the sword and wrapped his arms around the Prince, closing the gap between them with no hesitation. After all, he traveled all this way just to save Dev. He deserved some sort of an award. His fingers traced Dev in the back, almost shivering at the sensation. His other hand ended up on the nape of his Prince, his forehead resting on the other’s. “I’m not complaining...” Chris mumbled. Honestly, he would have enjoyed it much more if he felt like they were about to get swarmed by the mirror monsters, and maybe somewhere else than this godforsaken place where he can do things to the Prince, things that would make the steward faint if he finds out about. 

Clearing his throat, he picked up the weapon again. He raised a brow at the magic thingy Dev was casually summoning. At this point, he didn’t have energy to get impressed or shocked. He just rolled with it. “Alright.” He frowned at Dev’s not so optimistic outlook. His grimace only deepened when the other brought up Prometheus. “What does a Greek mythology have to do with all this?” He swayed his sword around, gesturing at where they are. 

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Phil gave a large smile, one that showed his pearly white teeth and nodded to the man. Ryan. He knew what name he was going to be screaming then. The boy shook the hand with force and continued. “No, I haven’t been here,” Phil continued. He adjusted his coat and gave a soft nod, Nana was far too busy with the McMillans. “I live on the city, an hour from here,” Phil explained. “Had to move because of my work and since today’s Nana’s birthday I decided to come home and celebrate,” he gave a soft wink. Perfect man to play. “I mean, I’m glad. She’s the one celebrating but I’m the one getting the biggest present,” Phil held the arm of Ryan and felt his muscles over the shirt. Damn. Firm as a rock. He gave another smile. “I mean, getting to know you and be welcomed into this community with these wide open arms is the present.” He chuckled. If there was one mythical animal Phil ever followed was the Siren, those creatures that lulled sailors into the rocks. A hand came to Ryan’s chest, one finger caressing over the contour of his body. “Are you doing anything right now, Ryan? I mean, we could go to the confessional and talk all about my sins—” Phil stopped his fingers right in the belt of Ryan, giving him a large smile. “—Or perhaps I should get on my knees and pray…”

Ryan listened attentively, before nodding with a soft “Ah.” He sometimes envied people living in the city. Everyone knows everyone else in this tiny town, and he had spent all his life here. It became rather dull or suffocating time to time. “That’s sweet of you--” he pauses briefly, his brows raised at the hand grabbing at his arm. He doesn’t know how to react so he simply gives an awkward laugh. But there is a pink creeping up on his cheek. “Well, this church is not just a place of faith. It is where people get together and support each other. We try to keep the welcoming atmosphere. There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” He recites Galatians he thought to be appropriate. “Right now? Nothing, really. We’ve still got some time before the lunch... Would you like a tour of the church?” He offers from goodness of his heart. The finger across his chest evokes the familiar concoction of tantalizing wants and guilt. He swallows dryly at Phil’s wide smile. Is he flirting with me? “Um, technically I’m not in clergy... so I don’t think confessing to me would be much of help.” He laughs awkwardly, but doesn’t dare to take a step back. “If you are interested, we have a bible study for the young folks during the afternoon.” 

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