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Owen Gibbs, 26, Hitman

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Disoriented || Owen & Open

maverickgrey:

Hearing the associate was this weak from a mere hangover made him want to laugh - but he held it back. At the offer though he knew he couldn’t turn that down. “Well looks like you’re getting pampered - bet you’re glad you found your way into my bed.” He teased. Shifting he picked the other man up and headed towards the elevators.

It wasn’t that Owen was weak. He could still cut a bitch., however, he loved being spoiled. Wrapping his arms and legs around the other, he smirked to himself as he was carried. “I was probably looking for your bed on purpose,” he admitted. “You’re rather nice to look at.” And he was a handsy drunk.

Disoriented || Owen & Open

brodymurphyyourhonor:

Brody laughed and the change of position and held the other tightly. “Are you?” He asked. “Well that is good because I’m growing more and more fond of you as well.”

Owen felt rather pleased with the other on top of him and he began to close his eyes. The headache was slowly going away, but he still felt tired. “You’re only now growing fond of me? Should I be offended?”

chasethecynical:

“Yeah, that does sound like a better night. Maybe you got lucky in the showers though,” Chase suggested with a shrug.

“I would not have underwear on if I got lucky.” Not with the type of sex he had.

Disoriented || Owen & Open

brodymurphyyourhonor:

Brody laughed. “I was kidding. I don’t think you are. You seem to like my cock and I assume maybe my curly hair a bit too much.”

Owen moved them so that Brody was on top of him. His arms and legs wrapped tightly around the other and he pressed his nose against the other’s curls. “I’m rather fond of you...” he replied softly. “Even without your cock and curls.”

Disoriented || Owen & Open

brodymurphyyourhonor:

Brody smirked as he pressed a kiss to the other’s lips lightly. “Really? Well if that’s the case then maybe I shouldn’t risk the danger and just leave now.” He teased as his fingers travelled up and down Owen’s skin.

Owen hummed as he returned the kiss. “I don’t plan on killing you,” he assured him. “Besides, if you leave now, that means I’m taking over your suite and I’ll make sure there’s cat hair everywhere.”

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Disoriented || Owen & Open

brodymurphyyourhonor:

Brody laughed. “Well you know me. I’m a very dangerous man.” The boy replied with a small smirk as his eyes caught the others. “Who said I would ever consider sharing you. Just because they’d want you doesn’t mean they’d get you.”

A soft laugh left Owen in response. “Well, I’m sure some men would say being alone with me is dangerous, and not because of my charms.” He nuzzled their noses together, a soft smile on his face. “Getting possessive now? Sexy,” he purred.

Felix was getting real sick of basement time.

Hilariously, he and Matteo had managed to wind up in there together, and that had been fun for a while, mocking the guards together. But then Gus had broken Matteo out, and Felix was so relieved for Matteo that he could have kissed Gus for doing that – but then they’d left, and Felix had felt… a tiny bit insecure. And kinda lonely. And then the torturers had taken it upon themselves to decide that Bellamy would want them to lay down a really good beating for the crime of punching Milton.

A few days later, they tossed him out, and Felix made it to the elevator before he had to sit down on the floor. Fuck, he was pretty sure his arm was broken again. How fucking inconvenient.

He only looked up when someone stepped into the elevator and slipped on some of his blood.

“Whoops. Careful, there,” Felix drawled, drier than a desert. “Should’ve put a sign up. Caution: Wet Floor. What floor are you headed to? I’m pretty sure I can reach the buttons from down here. I mean, maybe just the first few rows, but I’ll give it the old college try.”

Owen straight up cackled when he saw the other associate slip on blood and then scramble away in embarrassment. Soon, it was him who stepped onto the elevator instead. Kneeling down, he grinned at the other. “You look awfully pretty in crimson,” he purred, grinning from ear to ear. Most would have seen him as some sort of predator in that moment, but he was anything but. Well, at least that was the case in the tower. And the dark haired associate had no reason to hurt the other. “Maybe I just want to hang out with you here?”

Disoriented || Owen & Open

olivervincent-asset:

Oliver had been sitting in the chair watching the man for the better part of three hours. He sighed when he saw he was finally awake. He stood up and grabbed a bottle of water off the table and walked over to the man. “You’re in the dorms for the assets. You came in here and told me you needed a bed right away. Then proceeded to take mine. Luckily another bed was free so I crashed on it. Here’s a water.”

Owen took the bottle of water with a half-hearted ‘thanks’. “Do you have any pain pills?” he asked. And then a sigh left him. Perhaps he’d been looking for one of the assets he liked. Like that cute blonde. “This isn’t the room I probably intended to land in.”

chasethecynical:

Chase nodded and went back to getting his locker open. “Sure. Take your time. I’ll be here a little longer if you decide you need the help after all. Hope it was at least a good night.”

Owen shook his head. Winding up in a locker room with a hangover was not his idea of a good time. “If it had been a good night, I’d have been in someone’s bed after a good fuck. Not in a locker room.”

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Substitute Teacher || Daithi + Open

fearless-renegade:

The renegade brought his hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose and he sighed heavily before shaking his head. “A hit.” he breathed out, running his tongue along his bottom row of teeth. His patience was wearing thin and he was struggling to resist the urge to drag Owen out of his office by himself. “Give me a minute.” He turned his attention to his computer before he was typing away, searching through the files and and printing one out. It only took a few moments before he was throwing the papers onto the desk, blue eyes meeting OWen’s from across the room. “Lonnie McMasters. His boys are stepping onto our turf. Take however many you want out, but do not touch him. This is a warning, make sure he sees the bodies.”

Owen watched the other carefully. He wondered if the other was worried about his brother, or if he couldn’t handle the weight on his shoulders. Maybe it was both. His bosses were certainly interesting, though Bellamy had made it clear he didn’t appreciate the way the hitman looked at him. “I’ll make a point of taking out his nastiest people then. Just so it hurts.” Or so he wouldn’t have to kill innocent dolts who had got wrapped up in stupid things.

Disoriented || Owen & Open

brodymurphyyourhonor:

Brody was surprised at the next sentence and pulled Owen closer against him so he could lay on his chest more. “Oh is that the case?” He hummed, leaning his head to press a kiss to the top of Owen’s head. “Then I’m all yours.” The curly-haired boy murmured. “And if they do drop in then they’re going to be very jealous and ask where I got you. Or I’ll lose their case.”

Owen smirked to himself when the other seemed surprised. He seemed ecstatic though, that the crazy cat associate also wanted him in non-sexual ways as well. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to me,” he scolded, though his tone was light. “Well, I’m not interested in gross, crooked old men. So they won’t get a share. I’m sorry.” Despite being a criminal himself, Owen had a strange moral code. Before coming to the tower, he’d only killed people who had escaped justice.

Disoriented || Owen & Open

maverickgrey:

As he was pulled down onto his bed he scooted to the side to get comfortable. Seemed Owen wasn’t feeling good and so he had no plans of leaving this bed. “I guess that works too. You get too drunk or something?”

Owen was more than happy to curl up against the blonde. “Hangover...” he groaned, tucking his head under Maverick’s chin. “...If you carry me to my suite, I’ll let you play with the cats and sleep in a bed.” He wanted more room, less noise, and the comfort in knowing Marshmallow and Licorice weren’t lonely.

chasethecynical:

Chase had figured that, but there didn’t seem to have been any point in suggesting the man had overindulged before the man himself did. “Just checking. Some people end up unsteady the morning after.”

Owen was very aware of what he’d done. It wasn’t like it was the first time he’d woken up in a strange place, though he was careful to only get drunk when he knew he’d be in a safe place. “It’ll just take me a minute...”

Disoriented || Owen & Open

brodymurphyyourhonor:

Brody raised an eyebrow as he let his hand reach up to push back more of Owen’s hair. “You want me? Right now?” He questioned. “I thought you were too hungover for sex.” Before the lawyer laughed. “Well you’re welcome to do that when I don’t have any big important clients coming in.”

“No. Not like that,” he groaned, hiding his face against the larger man’s chest. “I just want you near me. I was trying to not be sexual.” For once. It was understandable why Brody would get confused. “And if one of your big important clients drops in?”

Disoriented || Owen & Open

maverickgrey:

There was no telling why the associate was in his bed but he was and after shaking the male for a good thirty seconds he finally woke. “I have no idea what happened to you. But you’re in my bed and I’d like to use it.”

When he saw who it was, he simply pulled the other into the bed with him. He had a pounding headache and really didn’t want to move if he didn’t have to. Besides, Maverick just said he wanted to use the bed.

Disoriented || Owen & Open

rigbymorin:

“Sorry I didn’t deliver then,” Rigby smirks and checks his phone when it blinks with a notification. “See, I can’t argue that. Relationships in here don’t seem to be meant to be. Which is quite sad, because I’m really into having boyfriends and what not.”

“Handjobs simply feel like something you do in high school or early twenties,” he stated with a shrug. It wasn’t like it was all Rigby’s fault anyways. “Well, maybe between associates it can work. Assets, however...I’m more skeptical. Who knows though. I’m not the fuzzy type.”

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