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Nikolai Reznikov || 332 || Alpha Werewolf

[niko--reznikov]

The Mush | Qhuinn

[niko--reznikov]

she-wolf-qhuinn‌:

This was not how she had wanted to spend the day. It really, really wasn’t.. All she had wanted was a nice day with her mate, that maybe would have ended with a proposal. Or the two of them worshiping each others bodies all night. Or both, why not dream big? But no..it had to be this instead. She tried to calm herself, but the selfish part of Qhuinn couldn’t help but be pissed. 

And his tone was so not helping.. What had he expected, her to be all cool beans, let’s roll? No. Just..no. Qhuinn jumped at the sudden noise, a small cry leaving her as they turned to face each other at the same time. “You took advantage of our son. I think that’s a fair reason to make it a ‘thing’ Niko. He’s been..through so fucking much. I just..” Rubbing her face, she took a long breath and sat on the edge of the bed, letting her mate explain. 

“Did you think for a moment that I would let them just take you like that? I know..that it wasn’t anything you would want, but I would do whatever I can to protect you” Qhuinn sighed, then fell silent when Niko got real. The fact that he was completely and brutally honest was what got her attention and held it. No excuses, no subterfuge. Just the blunt truth.

“I understand that Niko..I really do. You weren’t meant to be this way. I just..wasn’t there any other way? You didn’t even ask Arashi, did you? You just took what you wanted.” Sighing, Qhuinn got to her feet, approaching her mate and laying her hands on his chest. “I get your reasons. I just wish you would have went about it better. But I know you do too, I can feel it” She smiled tightly, gazing up at him. “Talk to him. Please. Explain and apologize, make this right”

He took her hands in his own and tried with all his might to pass on to her the thoughts and feelings that were burning within him. He wanted her to know just how desperate he was, and how afraid--and yet, he didn’t want her to feel fear for the unknown at all. It was very confusing. 

“I don’t want to be that guy, Q. But how do you think that should make me feel? I already am entirely vulnerable. I can’t protect you, or even myself. I’m prey here. I’m prey for everything that lives here. But no, you’re right. Let me just do nothing and let my woman keep me safe. My woman who wasn’t even born--” A wolf. Even as a human, he still felt that hint of elitist entitlement he always muted within himself. 

“I didn’t mean that. Fuck, yes I did, but not how it sounded. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take this out on you. I really, really don’t.”  A deep sigh calmed him, although it was probably her being so close. She always did have a relaxing effect over his psyche.  “I didn’t ask. Why would he agree? I’ve done nothing but let him down. And he already hated me, so I figured, if he hates me, at least let it be for something worth while? I wasn’t thinking, Qhuinn. I just. Wanted.... I wanted my life back.” 

Niko pressed a kiss to the back of Qhuinn’s hands, his eyes burning into hers for a moment longer. “I’ll do what I can. In the meantime...” And the fiery stare he held before now trailed down her figure, drinking her in.

[roman-lightwood]

[niko--reznikov]

roman-lightwood‌:

Headcanon: Blood of the Moon

Under a deal with a wolf cursed by witches, Roman has created a special potion for that poor creature. With a mixture of werewolf blood, a few drops of Hellhound blood, myrrh, eucalyptus, anise star, wood betony, and a few other ground up herbs and oils. All were to help with countering the hex on that wolf. Generate power. Amplify energy. Attempt at uncrossing the hex. Purification. Heal sickness. If sickness was apart of the slow deterioration the man was going through. The add on of Hellhound blood will add on to the physical strength of the wolf as well making him feel all the more energized and powerful. However, the potion has not been perfect and will only last for a month. @niko–reznikov

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Гавана | Open

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hellhound-of-egypt‌:

Nephthys let his hand linger for a moment just to add that extra tension before pulling away completely. Instead of leaning against Niko now he reached for the shots girl passing through. Pulling her down onto his lap, she giggled while giving him a shot to throw back.

Eyes watching Niko, he let his lips trail along her neck before shifting her up into a standing position. She had her head tilted and neck exposed hoping for more, but once back on her feet she was off doing her job again. “You’re terrible at getting your body to listen. You should work on that.”

Nephthys smirked.

Thank god, shots girl was there to distract him. In the time the hound took to rock her socks off and leave her wanting more, Niko sat up straighter, slammed back another drink of whatever was on her tray and assemble himself into something less approachable. Or so he tried. 

“I’m not going to argue that, krassivy, G-d knows I’ve had my fair share of fuck-ups. But....” he polished off the second shot he stole from the tray and slammed the empty glass down on the table, now completely drunk or tipsy or whatever humans called this feeling.  “You sure as hell are trying to provoke me and that’s simply not fair. You know what you’re doing. I’m simply letting you.” 

[niko--reznikov]

The Mush | Qhuinn

[niko--reznikov]

she-wolf-qhuinn‌:

Qhuinn went to their closet and pulled on a pair of ripped jeans and a Gryffindor Quidditch tee, then padded back into the bedroom for her socks and Converses. Meanwhile trying to read her mate as much as she could.

‘I might as well just tell you.’ Not…a great way to start a conversation, in her book. Qhuinn struggled to keep an open mind though, as her gray eyes tracked Niko’s movements. Her mate. Her beautiful Niko. The person that she loved beyond even her own understanding. He wouldn’t do anything evil or wrong, he didn’t have a cruel bone in his perfect body. He would never..

The shoe that had been on it’s way to her foot feel to the floor with a thud as Niko continued. Arashi, her innocent son who had already been through so much, had been the price.

“What…” she finally breathed out, after what seemed like hours of silence. Maybe even days. “You did what…”

“Qhuinn...” he huffed and ran his hands over his face as if smoothing out the wrinkles that were forming where his brows met. He didn’t want a fight and the tone in her voice, the look on her face-- it wasn’t going to be the kind of day he was planning. 

“Honestly. It was some blood. I admit that I didn’t handle it the best way, but, I didn’t think that far ahead.” Or at all, really.  Niko shoved his drawers shut and the few objects that resided on top came falling over from the force. 

He turned to face her, less irritated this time, he hoped. “So is this going be a thing, then? Dorogoy? You realize if the dick that owns this place finds out what I’ve become, I’m in the cells. And I’ve made plenty of enemies here who’d love to know that. AND! My only safe option is leaving you again? Is that really better? Or a little blood from a slave who already hates my guts... I made my choice.” 

In the breath that it took to finish that sentence, he immediately hated himself for saying it. His way of thinking was far different than before and he didn’t know why he wanted to make so many unnecessary excuses.  “Fuck all that. I take it back. I want to be a wolf again.. my wolf again. Roman told me he could do it. It was selfish. Simple as that. I didn’t even think about it. I just grabbed Blue and went for it. Arashi will be okay. And that’s the truth.” 

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Гавана | Open

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xleahmarinox‌:

Leah wasn’t sure what had caused her to venture out, but here she was. Her eyes were wide, as she scanned the room. She licked her lips a little bit, clearing her throat. She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of this. It wasn’t that she was shy by any means, but she just did feel out of her element.

She was enjoying the music, and the drinks. She kept grabbing one after another, before she recognized a familiar face. She had headed over, but then gotten distracted yet, again.

She was snapped back to reality, when she heard his voice and she cleared her throat. “Scotch, huh?” she smirked. “You got it.”

Truth was, she could use the drink. It didn’t take her long to hunt down what she was looking for, before placing the bottle in front of him with a smirk. Then, she set down two glasses.

“A lady after my heart,” he grinned, watching as she snagged what he was lusting after. Once upon a time, the whole bottle wouldn’t be enough for him, but after the travesty a few months ago, a few sips would be enough to do his new human organs in. 

“Well aren’t you just my hero? Leah, right?” He guessed, hoping he remembered her name correctly.  “What brings a girl like you to a cess-pool like this? Can’t just be the scotch. They got this shit everywhere.” 

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Under the Red Hot Moon | Open

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xgiovannilombardix‌:

“That’s very true,” Gio chuckled, nodding. He licked his lips a little, and took the bottle with a smirk, as he sat down with the other man.

“Me? Oh, you know. Just trying to keep the mystery alive, hiding in my room,” he teased. “But, enough of that. I’ve decided to be Mr. Social.”

“Mmm, Mr. Social,” he nodded and confirmed. Niko was antisocial as well, however, even the most prickly of pears need to interact.  “I was considering the pub. Interested?” 

[niko--reznikov]

The Mush | Qhuinn

[niko--reznikov]

she-wolf-qhuinn‌:

Qhuinn was already breathless, her body heating as it pressed closer to her beloved. She needed him, badly. Always. Needed his strength and his warmth, his scent in her nose and his body around her as he moved deep inside. “Niko..” she breathed out, tongue tangling with his as she whimpered with need. 

He pulled away though, leaving her whimpering for another reason. The wolf blinked a little, trying to focus through her lust. Because what he was saying was important to her, to them. And his words sobered her up right away. “Roman? Payment?” she repeated dumbly, then gave herself a shake. “What kind of payment are we talking about her Niko?” Qhuinn asked, a little line appearing between her worried gray eyes. She didn’t know Roman personally, but the man had a reputation.

Her forehead was kissed, then Niko’s bulk left her side and the bed. Qhuinn drew her knees to her chest and watched him, a sense of foreboding flooding through her body. Once again his voice shook her to attention, and she looked up with a smile. “Sounds like the perfect day to me” she replied softly, then forced her ass out of bed to do what he asked.

He thought back to the night he made the deal with the witch and what he agreed to do. And as he dressed, he quietly pondered the repercussions of his actions. He also wondered if and when Arashi would return so they could possibly have their family back to normal. Niko tapped the clasp of his belt and turned to his beloved. 

“I might as well just tell you. If it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t.”  Niko muttered as he searched through dressers and closets for a very specific cardigan he hadn’t worn in some time, and while he searched, he explained to Qhuinn in more detail. 

“Roman wanted Arashi’s rare blood, so, What’s-his-name...the hell hound... and I retrieved it. Not gonna’ lie and say he was consenting, but, we didn’t hurt  him.” How much pain can one cause from ambush, kidnap and stealing most of the body’s blood? Niko found what he was looking for, gave it a sniff and when it was deemed to his liking, he slipped it on.  “I guess he’s still mad at me.” 

[niko--reznikov]

Delivery | RomanxNiko

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roman-lightwood‌:

Roman rolled his eyes as he turned to look at Niko, arms now folding over his chest as he leaned back against the counter. Ophion lifted his head and looked at the man as well. “No. I don’t have things like that just laying around. How convenient that would be if I did.”

He motioned to all his herbs and oils after a moment. “I do, however, have plenty of herbs and blood and oils to create a little something for you. A potion to help combat the hex and bring back some of your strength.”

The large raven, Muninn, flew through the living room toward his perch. As he did he made sure to get close to Niko, swooping down then up and over quickly. Roman narrowed his eyes at his raven who thought his actions were rather funny.

“I’m not fucking with you. A deal is a deal and I always follow through with my deals. Give me a few days. I should have something created for you then.”

Niko didn’t like birds even on his best days. They would always glower and caw at him as if telling secrets that only he couldn’t know. But a witch’s familiar, a magical being--bird--they were worse. He ducked and flinched as the beast flew over head. An obvious look of disapproval on his face as he turned back to Roman. 

“Yeah-yeah... I’ll be around. You know where to find me, I’m sure.” He looked Roman up and down, committing the witch to memory. And the only thing that stuck was how fucking spooky the guy was. 

Niko mumbled a farewell in Russian and made way for the door. He had to get back before morning, to treat Qhuinn to some semblance of normality, and hopefully spend one more good day with her in case his time was coming to an end. 

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Гавана | Open

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hellhound-of-egypt‌:

“Mmm. Are you?” Nephthys muttered with a smile as he looked up at the other male. They had been back and forth with this game. He enjoyed the teasing and the way Niko reacted. It was a delish thing to Nephthys. “I know we have. I was hoping you were too drunk to say no this time.”

When he was pulled closer his eyes moved to watch Niko’s face as he let a smile appear on his lips. “No,” he said with a smile. “I didn’t.”

His hand moved back down, this time boldly just moving to grab at the hardness developing between Niko’s legs. “I could always continue.” He leaned forward to run his tongue along Niko’s lips as he massaged him through the pants he wore.

It was no secret that he had impulse issues. His entire life, including his time on the island was guided by his impulsiveness. However, trying to manage that was proving harder than anticipated. Preemptive marriage or not. 

“Sorry to disappoint, krassivy. If it matters at all, you don’t make it very easy.” Understatement. He breathed in deep once warmth and friction was applied to his length again, hips rolling slightly into the touch. He licked his own lips and stared at Neph.  “In another life, krassivy.”

[niko--reznikov]

Between the pleasure and the pain Wishing your life away No more sinister than sane Briefing your life away Between the flicker and the flame No one can explain Baby blue is born again

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Delivery | RomanxNiko

[niko--reznikov]

roman-lightwood‌:

Slithering along the floor, Ophion moved to once again wrap about Roman. He moved up the length of Roman’s body till he got to his neck. The witch found himself petting the snake’s head as he watched Niko, smiling lightly.

“Yes, yes. We do,” he replied.

Slowly, he moved toward his kitchen which he had redesigned to be a nice large apocathary. The large raven that had left earlier as a flock of small birds returned through the window. Its dark eyes turned to Niko, watching him as Roman looked over his herbs and oils.

“I can make you something. A potion that might combat whatever it is that the witches did to you,” Roman explained. “Sound good or would you like to discuss a different method.”

Roman turned his head to look at Niko.

Niko had been let down more often than not and it taught him to never get his hopes up. That if something seemed too good to be true, chances were that it was. But when he discovered Roman, the witch gave him something to believe in when he thought there was no hope left for him. Roman gave him that hope. But it couldn’t be as easy as a potion, could it? It couldn’t be just waiting for him. Niko wondered if the witch was dicking him around now. 

“Just like that? You got something on the back-bar just waiting for me? Something that’s gonna work? Make me my former werewolf again?” The Russian visibly shrunk as all hope left his body.  “Look. If you got something real... something really real... I’ll try whatever. But don’t fuck with me, okay?” 

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Гавана | Open

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hellhound-of-egypt‌:

There was nothing more pleasing to Nephthys then seeing the effect he had on some people, and Niko was just one of those he enjoyed teasing thoroughly. His fingertips touched flesh, sliding along the waistband as his gaze dropped to look at Niko’s lap. A light laugh left him at Niko’s words.

“Mm. It is a nice, rugged sort of place.”

Nephthys pulled away. His chin remained resting on Niko’s shoulder as those eyes of his remained on the man’s face. “Looks like you got yourself all worked up down there, Niko. Want me to fix that?”

A smile appeared on his lips.

The inviting warmth of Nephthys’ hand left so suddenly, Niko was trying to play catch up with reality. He took note of their surroundings, turned his mind in on his favorite football team’s scores and playoff possibilities, and worked himself down mentally so that he wouldn’t be so obviously turned on.  As a wolf, this would be no big deal, but suddenly, he was feeling human regret and humility. 

“I’m married,” he said, testing the waters for himself. “But I’m flattered. And we’ve been over this.”  Niko finished off what was left in his glass and set it down. Any more and he’d be too drunk to function. Another fun detail of not being a werewolf any longer. 

His fingers traced the hound’s jawline, trailed down the bend of his throat and rested on a slender shoulder. Squeezing slightly, he pulled Nephthys in as if to tell him a secret. “You didn’t have to stop that though.. did you?” 

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Delivery | RomanxNiko

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roman-lightwood‌:

When Niko suddenly showed concern Roman smiled as he lifted a needle to his lips. He licked along the thin metal as his dark blue gaze moved to look at the man now approaching him. “So concerned all of a sudden,” he smiled as he then plunged another needle into the head of the doll. “It’s nothing to bad. He’ll feel an intense sensation in his head.”

As his little birds flocked to the woods where the Bennu was now bent over clutching his head Roman stuck another needle in. The eyes of the birds stayed on Arashi as he leaned heavily against a tree, displaying the scene to Roman who smiled. “Looks like it worked. Means the blood really is his,” Roman said with a smile as he conjured up a pretty glass jar that formed about the doll.

Lifting the glass, he set it aside on a shelf beside a few cursed objects he had collected through the years. Then he turned about to head back to the coffee table where the blood sat. He closed it up and then looked to Niko.

“Still worried about your pretty bird?”

Niko pointed him with a look that expressed it all. That, ‘yes, I am worried about Arashi. And so what if it is a weakness? And fuck you for making me do this’. For just a moment, he wanted the sight those birds were seeing. He wanted to know, to feel what was happening. 

Only a small amount of relief came when Roman confirmed that the blood was Arashi’s. It meant he did something right and that he could move on from this dark chapter of his life. But how many more darker chapters would follow? Was this his reality now? 

“Okay. I got you what you wanted. It’s his. Are you satisfied? Now for what I want..” Niko felt brave all of a sudden and stood a little taller. He knew as he was, the witch could obliterate him just by blinking. But still. He’d never get what he wanted if he didn’t go for it.  “We had a deal.” 

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hellhound-of-egypt‌:

Nephthys bit his bottom lip as he felt the reaction from Niko, his hand still sliding its way up the man’s thigh. He smiled at Niko’s words. “Mm. Yes. I bartend there,” Nephthys said as he leaned in to rest his chin on Niko’s shoulder, watching him drink down his scotch.

“You should come and visit me. I’ll give you a free shot or two.”

His fingers danced along Niko’s crotch before moving to play with the button of his pants. He licked his lips as his eyes fell to half mast.

And for the first time since his DNA had been broken and ripped apart, he felt like himself. The burning of his drink surging through his veins to make all the aches and pains go away, the fast-paced beat of his heart that the drugs kept time to, making everything and anything even better. And of course the slow tenting in his jeans that Neph was very intent on causing.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”  His cock was throbbing behind the denim-clad zipper and he knew if he didn’t pull himself out of the fog, he’d do something he’d regret. But just how far could he go? Like with alcohol and narcotics, he had limits now, and this one was new. 

Niko leaned in to breathe Neph in, but with no senses anymore, it was pointless. He smelled like a dude.  “The Pit--I like that place.” 

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Гавана | Open

[niko--reznikov]

hellhound-of-egypt‌:

“Were you able to before?” Nephthys teased as he let those dark red eyes rest on Niko’s face. At the man’s answer to his inquiry he laughed. “Mmm. I make good money being a flirty sexed up bartender at The Pit. Plus, I don’t need to be half naked and on a pole or in a cage to have men and women watching me.”

When the drink was taken from his hand he dropped it. It landed on Niko’s thigh, fingers drumming away lightly as he watched the man drink his liquor. The scent change in Niko was obvious, and Nephthys was rather curious about it. “Trying to find a cure to your issue? You smell…very different. People might start to notice.”

People like Acheron. That would be quite the tragedy. His hand slide up Niko’s thigh as he eyed him, lips parting lightly.

Luckily, Niko didn’t have to answer that. Because his wolf self would have fought to the death to prove who was stronger, but as a man, he felt so differently about it. Strength and power were trivial these days. It was liberating, honestly. 

“People might, you’re very right. And I’ve come to the conclusion that whatever happens is kismet.” Of course he was bluffing. His predicament in the wrong hands could be the end for him, so he remained acting indifferent. However, the hand on his thigh, that was harder to ignore. Niko rolled into the touch, drank more scotch and offered the glass back. 

“If I knew you worked at The Pit, I’d have showed up to work a little more. Maybe when all this is fixed, or, whatever...” 

[niko--reznikov]

Delivery | RomanxNiko

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roman-lightwood‌:

Roman was sitting on the floor in the center of the room, his pure black snake draped over his shoulders. A blood candle sat before him, flame flickering as he kept his eyes closed. He had cut into his forearms, and the blood was dripping down his skin. Upon the floor were he sat was a circle etched into the wood. The blood candle, also known to his family as The Candle of Charon, was a special one. It never burned down and so long as it was lit the witch using it could channel the dead.

Roman was sifting through the ones stepping forward when his suite door suddenly opened. The man wouldn’t have noted Roman from where he was since the part of the room he was in was well blocked off by bookshelves holding jars of blood and herbs and books upon books.

Leaning foward, Roman blew out the candle then stood up, blood still running heavily down his arms. “I was beginning to think you flaked out.”

He walked around the sofa and looked down at the glass jar filled with blood. A smile appeared on his lips as he reached down to run his finger along the side. It gathered blood along the tip and then he brought it to his mouthto taste. He had never had Phoenix blood in his system and bennu blood was indeed more of a treat.

“I do, of course, have to be sure it’s his,” he said as he looked up at Niko now. The boy was the only bennu on the island so that wouldn’t be hard at all. In his free hand he conjured up a feather. Ordinary and black. He set it down on the table and dipped his fingers into the blood to drizzle a bit along the length of the feather. The feather began to tremble and then slowly it took on a new appearance. A black doll. The same black color as the feather had been. “No worries. I’ll make this nice and quick. My raven will let me know if it works.”

At that he suddenly stabbed a tiny needle into the head of the doll while saying something in latin. Another needle was then slowly pushed in.

Niko was about to argue his case, but Roman seriously scared the fuck out of him and he’d rather keep on the big bad witch’s good side. So instead, he gave a shrug.  “I didn’t though.” Was all he said, and in the tone of a very thankful, grateful man in need. Let it be known, Niko knew who ran the island. 

“It’s his--” he ensured, but as Roman continued, Niko grew worried. What if Arashi somehow managed to alter the blood? What if this voodoo doll pincushion act hurt Arashi in some way? Niko grew twitchy and flinched as the first needle was pushed in. 

“Stop! What’s that do? What are you doing?” Growing more concerned with Arashi’s well being and less for his own, he approached the witch while he practiced his craft.  “You’re not hurting him, are you? Roman?” 

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The Mush | Qhuinn

[niko--reznikov]

she-wolf-qhuinn‌:

“I think we have a deal Mr. Reznikov” she giggled, then bit her lip and blushed a little. God..she couldn’t wait until the day that she became Mrs. Reznikov. Qhuinn knew without a doubt that she was so changing her name, no hyphenated bullshit for her. She wanted to belong to him and only him, in every way possible.

The small wolf let out a long breath when Niko finally admitted that they were a team. It would have hurt her, a lot, to be left in the dark in any of this. She knew that her mate had his pride and she respected that, but this was bigger than them both. He was going to need her, and she always needed him. 

Niko began to explain things, and her heart swelled even more with love and relief. This was what she wanted, them sharing everything like a normal couple. No secrets, no deception. Just..them. “Okay..that’s good. That’s a good start, right? Or is it someone that you’re not sure that you can trust..?” Qhuinn ventured, sensing his hesitation. What was it? What else was going on now?

When he said that he was fine though, she believed him. No matter what her powers may tell her, she had to put her trust in her mate and their relationship. “That’s all I needed to hear..” Qhuinn whispered, shaking her head when he called her strong. “I’m strongest when I’m with you. I love you Niko..I love you so much” Breakfast was forgotten for the moment, as she pressed closer and captured his lips in a long, loving kiss.

Nips and bites to her lips as they kissed and parted. It was all he could do to keep his hands and mouth off her. But the more they fell into the domestic bliss, the more he gave and craved in turn. One more hard, long passionate kiss and he pulled away to give them both a little breath of air. 

“Roman.” he eventually answered, “ Roman can help.” He knew better than to trust the witch, but he was honestly Niko’s only hope. And Niko was too far gone now to turn back and fix his lengthy mistakes.  “And before you panic, I already paid him what he wanted, so, it’s not like he’s going to come collecting another time.” Niko hoped that was true with all his soul. But he knew how unpredictable witches could be. 

He pressed one last kiss to Q’s forehead before he gathered the dishes and set out to clean up breakfast and whatever mess he left for himself downstairs.  Get dressed. I’m gonna’ clean up. And then it’s just you an’ me all day. Okay?”