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“i. boy with gunsmoke for breath. boy with rebellion in your bones. ii. your city is ignited. your city is screaming your name. your city is raising its fist, your city is slamming its body against a police shield and smiling a red, bloody smile. iii. your voice is the loudest shout at the head of the picket line. your voice is all war and they love you for it. your voice is breaking, but it is holy. iv. you are a god and they will follow you anywhere. you are apollo and you have traded your silver bow for a shotgun and a mean right hook. v. boy who screams anarchy from the roofs of police cars. boy born for revolution. boy, the world is yours. all you have to do is burn.”

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devilishdelights:

“Because I fucking loved you.” He snapped, spinning away as he dropped his glass of scotch on a nearby table and walked further in… emotions going wild. “Because on top of the media having a bloody feeding frenzy from that picture… I had to deal with Angela fucking warping everything and there was nothing I could do! Do you have any idea how many times I tried to ring you? To call? To see if you were okay- I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.” He pointed out, eyes beginning to get watery before he clamped down on that weakness. “I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. Why was running away YOUR first instinct? We were OUTED Teddy. We could have finally been together- done all the things we wanted. But YOU left me.” He trailed off then, emotion rolling off him in waves as the hurt and misery he’d buried years ago finally resurfaced, no loner willing to remain hidden.

“”i fucking loved you too” there is a slight whimper as he glances down, fiddling with the sleeve of his jumper as he finally walks in and pushes the door closed and dear lord teddy isn’t being manipulative for once, the light catching the glistening tears starting to silenelty fall. “what if you didn’t love me, what if the closet thing kept it like safe for you to have a bit of fun and no one find out and i showed up and you just turned me away” he’s whimpering, because there underlying insecurity that driven his actions. “do you think i wanted to be in some shitty cold new york motel? i couldn’t even sleep without wearing your shirt and when it stopped smelling like you i couldn’t stop crying for two days because i needed you!”

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devilishdelights:

“You’re the one being a total prick about it.” He reminded him, lips pursing into a narrow line as his annoyance finally began to surface. “I’m not talking about this with you.” He’s snarling, nails biting into his palms as he took a deep breath. They’re both trading insults, to hurt the other in some way. Though at that glimmer of hurt that flashes across Teddy’s face, he can’t help it as his stomach drops, the effect just as strong as years ago. Admittedly, he makes a fair point. He’d been hurt enough to be able to compartmentalism the shock at having heard that news. But seeing Teddy’s tangible reaction to him talking about it- seeing how he feels about it, hurts. “You’re turning this around on me?” He’s demanding, eyebrows rising in outrage. “I’m not the one who left without a word- after I was fucking publicly outed in the WORST way!” He snarled. “You’re not the one who had to deal with that carnage- where were you when /I/ needed you?”

“how am I the one being a prick?” there’s a twinge in his heart, like it can tell it’s almost home. a few steps forward and years of pent up aggression can fade away as he yet again finds solace in his arms. “the carnage?” he questions in disbelief, he can’t believe him right now. SURE the entire thing had been orchestrated by teddy but that was behind the scenes knowledge. the known facts were he had an abusive homophobic mother, he expect worry, hurt, not ANGER. “you were outed TWO days before the marriage bill passed, you’re practically the face of it. congratulations, your pr team did wonders of spinning it on my mother- you being closeted because fearing for your job on her staff if it came out? so YOU’RE allowed to be scared but the son she abused isn’t. im not fucking muscle and tough skin like you, i’m fucking skin and bone and i was scared for my life, i was too scared! would you have left with me toni, that morning? packed a bag and got on a plane to new york and never looked back? would you have been there when I needed you, would you haved saved me from her because- last i checked, i asked you to come out, i wanted to move in with you and get away from her and you always promised just a bit longer. would the answer still been just a bit longer if i lay in a hospital bed beaten up?” 

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devilishdelights:

“Is she even your mother anymore? I heard on the grapevine that she disowned you.” He snapped petulantly, fingers digging into his arms as he tried not to outwardly get bent out of shape. “Are you fucking serious right now?” He’s demanding, taking a step forward to counteract the one THEODORE just took backwards. “I’ll make sure to give the service a REALLY good review about you.” He’s snarling, grinding his teeth before his hands drop down to his sides again, squeezing into fists as he struggles not to reach out and touch him to KEEP him there. He’s nowhere near done with the conversation. “Come in would you? I’m not talking about this with you through a bloody doorway.”

he looks at anthony in disbelief. “you’re going to risk my job just because you havent got a rent boy to suck your dick now? - what, no one good enough to satisfy you since i left?” he knows he’s being cruel as he steps towards him, fist balled up at his side as he does. “you know what, considering i didn’t just lose my mother. i’m never going to see my baby sister grow up because of this, but im you’re so amused that my mother managed to hate me even more than she use to. i’m also super fucking glad my boyfriend never checked up on me to make sure i hadn’t been killed and buried by her. thanks for that”

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devilishdelights:

He looks as good as he ever did. The thought bringing a sour taste to his mouth as he takes him in- he can’t seem to look away and the fact that he’s obviously still attracted to him despite what he did- is pissing him off. “It’s Anthony.” He corrects sullenly, arms crossing against his chest as he struggles to remain composed. “I’m here for work. I’d ask what you’re doing here… but it’s pretty fucking obvious it’s for the same reason.”

“anthony” he repeats in disbelief, one eyebrow raised. “my mother called you that.” he reminds a bitter undertone to his voice. the judgemental tone of “fine! i’m theodore and whether you send me away or not the money will still be removed from your account, feel free to call the service if you have any problems.” he’s using an overly sweet voice as he steps back. “I’ll be on my way, out of your hair, anthony.”

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devilishdelights:

With the bloody press conference running overtime, he’s only just gotten back to his hotel room himself, sitting on the couch with a glass of scotch in hand, kneading his forehead with his free hand to attempt to alleviate the headache that has been growing all day. He looks up in confusion at the knock on his door, before glancing at his watch until realisation strikes. Letting out a quiet sigh, he rises to his socked feet and pads towards the door. Shirt jacket already off, he’s still in his suit shirt and trousers, tie hanging loosely around his neck as he pulls the door open, a half smile on his lips as he takes in the man, that is… until he realises that he knows the man. Knows him well. “God fucking damn it.”

he’s leaning on the wall, waiting. the perfect mix of cool and collected and sexy. when the door opens he’s stepping forward, eyes dragging over the man’s physique. toned midsection visible through his shirt, broad shoulders, large biceps- if appearance is anything to go on, he’s in for a treet. that’s until his eyes land on th man’s face, and his breath catches in his throat. “toni” his voice cracks, disbelief shining through as he steps closer once more. “w-what are ou doing her?”

[mumuphe]

he’s discreet as ever, walking in with a confidence that can not be faked and checking his phone for the room number the client had sent him as he slipped into the elevator as he pressed the button for the top floor, humming lightly at the knowledge the man was in the presidential suite, the richer ones were willing to pay well. he busies himself in the elevator, a fresh layer of lipgloss on, a slight rose gold metallic sheen to the colour, a few fresh swipes of highlight and a one minute touch up of the smoked out lower lash line he was wearing before the elevator doors dinged open, he waits a moment; appreciating his own appearance.he’s in a plain white shirt paired with a blazer, it’s nothing much but he still looks as good as usual. he hums in satisfaction, ruffling his hair to ensure the slight glittery flecks clinging to the strands are evenly distributed before he finally steps out and knocks on the door.

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devilishdelights:

At the shove, he’s stumbling against the car before spinning around to face him with a glower. “Fucking watch yourself Maddox! I’m this fucking close to punching you right now! You’re so up and down- what the hell?!” He’s snarling, before opening the car door and gesturing for him to get in. “I’m driving.”

“oh fuck off, i dont want to come with you now anyway. you’re being unreasonable.” he decides, flipping off the man and beginning to walk away.

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hollwo:

Ace’s attention span was undoubtedly short when in a classroom. Especially one as boring as such. Their gaze wondered often, mind lost from whatever he was supposed to focus on. If he could have missed more days of school, he would have. But the threat of being kicked out was what brought him here. It was impossible to not notice the feeling of being stared at. At first, he ignored it, people stared at him a lot. But after a little bit, he found himself annoyed and looking around the room until his gaze met the dark eyes of somebody in his class. An eyebrow raised before he walked over toward the other male. “I missed the last three lessons.” He stated, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He recognized Elijah. The sheriff’s son. The good one. He was everything that Ace wasn’t and everything Ace never wanted to be. “Do you have a problem with me that you’re staring?” He questioned, tone very pointed, as if challenging him more than anything else. Then again, everything Ace said sounded like a challenge and more often than not, it was a challenge.

he bites his lip at the response, hoping that would be the end of the conversation. the longer he was in the gorgeous man’s presence the more likely he was to fuck it up and say something stupid. the football captain can’t be seen stuttering and blushing because of a boy, the sherrif’s son can’t be seen becoming acquainted with someone who looked like that. he ponders the question for a moment, has to think over an answer because ‘ i stare at you a lot because you’re beautiful’ feels like a response that will achieve him nothing more than a punch in the face. “n-no. i wasn’t staring? i was just, checking- about the notes, that’s all i needed....” he’s a bad liar. you’d think years in the closet would have taught him something about not being so obvious

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devilishdelights:

He’s stiffening at the slur, jaw dropping slightly before he’s casting his gaze away. Fine that he’s upset about the situation, so is he. What’s not fine… is for a politician who has been accused of being homophobic- to have a son using said slurs. “I’m alright.” He mutters, still a little on edge after the unexpected comment. 

“come here anyway- guess we have to practise having good body language together or some shit, the media is going t cover all the wedding plans so, we might as well start acting like we love each other now.” he doesn’t sound happy about it, as he throws his arm around the boy. “just like, pretend im a girl?” he instructs, as if the boy needed pointers on this topic.

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devilishdelights:

“Good. That’s more like it.” She smirked, leaning forward to press another lazy kiss to his lips before she was rising to her feet and lazily heading down the hall stark naked. She didn’t really need to have any shame considering they were the only two at home, and God knew Em had already seen it all. “Damn straight.”

the second his gaze is locked on her naked physique walking away from him, he’s groaning, collecting up their discarded clothes and following her up to his room. the clothes are launched onto the floor. “does this mean-” he steps behind her, pressing their bodies together as he begins to suck yet another mark into the side of her neck. “you’re going to stop pretending there is nothing here?”

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devilishdelights:

“I’m not answering that… if your ego gets any bigger I don’t think there’d be room for me in this apartment anymore.” He teased, gently deepening the kiss until he has to pull away as she giggles, rolling his eyes lightly. “Most of which was focused on trying to stay on topic and NOT do the things that you were imagining.” He complained lightly. “Don’t worry… she’s stopped, and HER’S were completely innocent, unlike yours.” He’s reassuring her.

she doesn’t respond, not verbally anyway. but mentally she’s replaying the nights events, the choked gasps of pleasure, the intoxicating sensation of his hand on her bare skin, their bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat as they moved in unison. she raises her hand to one of the dark bruises she’s left on his neck, gently running her stiletto nails over it. “who’s her because i will warn her off-” she begins before smiling overly sweet at him, “but my thoughts are always innocent.”

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devilishdelights:

“Well I’d like to think so, I couldn’t help but notice that you looked like you could do with a… distraction.” He murmured, biting his lip to stop from smirking as the other boy licks his lips. “I could bloody bench two of you then.” He’s teasing, tugging him that little bit closer before he let’s out a huffy sigh. “Who says I’m closeted?” He’s muttering, a little edgy now though it is pretty obvious considering their secluded hideaway. As he presses a kiss to his neck, his hands tighten their grip on Nix and he lets out a husky sigh. 

“You could bench me, or, you can hold me against that wall over their and fuck me, whichever is the better work out” he responds shamelessly, the games have come to an end now, he knows where he stands. “oh are you out?” he questions with a smirk “all your homophobic friends upstairs, i’ve heard the word ‘fag’ twelve times since i walked in.” he bites down ever so softly on the man’s neck, careful not to leave a mark. 

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devilishdelights:

“I probably shouldn’t do them right now…” He mumbles, unable to help it as a faint blush begins to colour his cheeks pink. “You’re right… I know you’re right. I just, can we get out of here? Please- I can’t… I don’t think I can share you right now.” That kiss has his heart rate accelerating and any thoughts he might be having are all stuttery and gooey.

“oh really - and what shouldn’t we do right now?” he teases lightly, hand slowly sliding down the other’s arm until he’s entwining their fingers. “come on, we’ll go back to my apartment, it’s just off campus?” he offers with a smile, enjoying the boy’s flustered thoughts far too much.

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devilishdelights:

“I’ve never been interested in normal. I don’t want somebody who’s just like everybody else.” He insists, patient albeit firm in his tone. “According to fate, apparently I deserve you.”

“you wont be saying that once you get to know me-” he mumbles, stirring his coffee with a heavy sigh. he was use t being left, man after man using him until their soulmate arrived on the scene.

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devilishdelights:

His timid query is so adorably innocent that he can’t help but answer honestly. “Yes kitten. You’re very good.” He agrees, shaking his head bemusedly  at that wide-eyed glance. He elects not to answer that next comment. He’s beginning to realise it’s going to be a sore point between them and can’t help but struggle to think of some solution that doesn’t involve damning Jamie’s soul to hell.

he grins brightly at the praise, stepping away from his current task to wrap his arms around bael’s waist, nuzzling into his neck. “you’re good too, nice.” he says yet again as he sighs heavily at the silence on the next topic. “do you want to stay?”

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devilishdelights:

He can’t help but punch a wall, grimacing as his knuckles split but the slash of pain is enough to calm him down just enough. When Maddox finally reemerges, Ant shoots him a frown at his chipper question before grabbing his crap and stalking out the door. Not sure what to make of him.

maddox frowns at the reaction, following after ant obediently. “hey! you’re the one forcing me to come over, don’t be moody with me!” he pouts, waiting till they are out of view before pushing the man against his car “what’s your problem now?”

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devilishdelights:

“Maybe you just weren’t working hard enough to get my attention.” He teased, slowly turning her around until his lips are meeting hers again. “Oh shut up…” He’s complaining, rolling his eyes though he can’t quite keep that bemused smile off his lips. “We both know I have no control over it.” He’s muttering, letting out a sigh at that fact. “With some of the things I’ve heard, you’re lucky it’s you I decided to show attention in.”

“i worked plenty hard enough” she protests against his lips although she’s relaxing into the kiss, her arms circling his waist as she does. “you have some control, we both know that.” she counters with a giggle before frowning slightly. “what do you mean like that, who else had bad thoughts about you?”