#assemblyofminds

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Honesty. It was important that the talk started like that and not with some sort of accusations, or shouting. And yet, he wasn't ready for such honesty between them. Maddox expected it from him too, and he couldn't do that. It would not work for him. Not yet. "So, you came here and you don't know why. You appear with a woman who obviously knows about things, and ..." he stopped himself, feeling rather helpless. Wonderful, the other had still some impact on him, after all this time. He lifted his hand, ruffled through his own short hair, and slowly opened his tie a bit. They were alone, he could say whatever he wanted, without anyone who heard him. "I know, I should have taken care to remove you from the guest list, but I seriously didn't expect you to appear, even if you were on it. I mean, what now?" What would happen now? It just didn't make sense, he didn't want to be mean, or warm up the old difficulties between them, they were in the past. But that was Daniel's real problem, he couldn't get over the fact what had happened, when he saw Maddox face - no matter how beautiful he was, he always saw him with someone else. Was he still jealous, did he still care? Well, fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen too. The entire evening was unexpected, and it wouldn’t get any better. The last he should do was show any of it, stay calm, stay collected. And there he was, out in the dark after one of those parties he didn’t enjoy that much as he pretended to, with someone he had to pretend with, again. 

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cont. from ask. @assemblyofminds

Once Maddox heard the bathroom door close, he couldn’t help to smirk under the hot water. It had somewhat been his plan. Leave the bathroom door partially open, the steam flowing outside so that it would attract a certain someone. There was still the chance that Daniel would pass this opportunity but the mechanic liked the risks. Maybe Daniel would join him, maybe he wouldn’t. Either way – he would play his part in teasing the hybrid. Luckily, his plan worked just freaking fine once the door closed and Maddox was aware that he no longer was the sole resident of that bathroom.

“Did you came to wash my back, Danny?” A more provocative smirk formed on Maddox’s lips as he stretched his entire frame to allow the water to run down his body, dance against his skin and the curve of his ass – that he shamefully presented to the other man. “There are a few hard spots to reach. I wouldn’t mind the assistance. Unless you don’t want to wet your designer suit… and even so, you could get off those clothes and join me.”

Daniel’s day had been stressful. To say the least. They had first collected a few things from Maddox place - he had played the driver - and then he had to leave for a meeting. One that was essential for the finances and how the next months would work out. Everything had grown to the better, though it didn’t mean he’d have a lot free time.  He would have to manage a few things differently now in order to have some more time for Maddox. This time he’d make things right. As he was back, he couldn’t help but notice the running water, the not so closed door. Hmmm. After the previous night, his hopes were up for them to find the right direction again. 

“What makes you think that my suit is more important to me than helping you get all cleaned?” Daniel’s lips turned into a smile, as he just slipped out of the jacket, threw it over the bathtub. “I unfortunately don’t have the time to shower with you, I need to prepare lunch for a certain date I’ll be having. But....” he was getting closer towards him, grabbed the shower gel, squeezed out a bit, and began to gently massage it onto Maddox back, firm, but soft, enjoying every muscled inch he could touch. Not caring if his pants got wet, or his shirt, tie. His palms were warm, circling up to his shoulders, going further down, but not below his waist. His perfect rounded ass was tempting, but....not yet. “I can spare a few moments.” he added, loving the way he was allowed to touch him, feel that spark beneath his fingertips.  “I want you back Maddox.” he whispered in between, before stepping back, and grabbing a towel to dry his hands. “I know it’s going fast, but...I want you to know that.”

[boysofcharm]

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"Welcome home, don’t mind me. Just decided to make myself comfortable and stay the night over” came the coy, mischief but genuine smile on Stiles’s lips as he lay sprawled out on Michael’s couch in a pair of sweatpants and hoodie that were far too big for the college boy and clearly made for the man he’d been seeing for the past month or so. The waistline barely hanging on his hips, swimming in the hoodie and his black hair messy from clearly dozing on the couch. “It’s your fault really for giving me a spare key for emergencies. Because I consider being lonely and bored in my college dorm the biggest of emergencies.” He concluded, looking up at the tall and handsome man that he’d somehow managed to bag with that same playful, mischief look but was still laced with affection and genuine happiness at seeing the other. 

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A very small relieved sigh came over Nathan's lips, finally, Finley seemed a bit relaxed and not as upset anymore, as he sat down on his lap. "I know you are.." he had the right to be mad at him, and stay like that, he deserved it, and wouldn't even fight the fact. But despite this, he needed to make it right between them again, he wasn't feeling right when he couldn't speak with him openly, when he couldn't make sure he'll smile for him again, like he had just done. A smile was worth more than any money he could have, but that was a secret he was keeping for himself.                     "And I've a plan to slowly make you... unmad at me. For starters, I'll promise to keep you updated from now on, and then I have something else for you. I know you don't like the countryside, and motel rooms. And I can only guess you are no fan of New Orleans..." he was hiding a small smirk from his lips. "Why don't you use your hand and see what's in the pocket of my jacket?You can reach it, get it." One hand was losely around Finley's waist, and he didn't say anymore, but wait for him.

He had also gotten something for him. Them.  With his new abilities he could get what he wanted, manipulate, get money, and he hadn't done much with it yet, but this was different. Nathan's pocket had a small key in it, with a little chain on it, and two letters were on it, no names, but a place. It said "NY" for New York.                      A key for an appartment in New York, expensive as fuck, but a place to go anywhen they wanted, stay, need a break, and not in cheap part of the city, it was luxury. Nathan didn't need luxury, but he could enjoy it now and then, and knowing Finley could like it? It should be the sign for the home he had just mentioned. the world was out there, they could travel everywhere but to have a place, was different.

[ragtagrunaways]

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He’d felt it. Something in the air, or the plane above that, and it called to him. Something familiar, but still distinctly different from what he should be drawn to. It took no time at all to arrive at Beacon Hills, but locating the source of it proved more difficult. Hiding. Sneaking. Sleeping, maybe? Eventually, however, he found him. Halwyn. It had been... Decades. A blink of an eye to both of their species, but it still didn’t remove the feelings attached.

“That was one hell of a nap.” A joke, maybe in an effort to ease the tension, or just to announce his precense without startlng the hound. It had been a long time, and who knew what the other had been through since. he seemed as drawn to danger as his kind, but they had entirely different ways of handling the situation. A breath escaped, slowly stretching his back, wings feeling heavy. Halwyn always did that to him. Made him feel the weight of what he was, just by being there, and Lance himself doing nothing about it. Did it make him weak? Strong? A failyre, or a development in the right direction for the angels?