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Ignoring Mitchell's words, he chuckled, "Come here, you daft egg." Reaching up, he straightened Mitchell's shirt and jacket and then sunk his fingers into the mess of curls, straightening it out. He left the lock hanging over his boyfriend's eyes until last, twining it around a finger and tugging lightly as he pressed a soft kiss to tempting lips. Letting it go, he tucked it behind the vampire's ear and smiled, "There, all neat. Now I can stop thinking about messing your hair up in more fun ways and I won't be late for work." The words were teasing but there was a thread of truth running through them and the kiss he laid on Mitchell proved it. "I'll see you at lunch, have fun doing your touristy shit." He murmured, leaving one last lingering kiss before he pulled away and straightened his own suit. Keys and phone were shoved in his pockets and he left, a ring of keys prominent on the table by the door behind him. 

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"Nooooooo, staaaaay." He pouted sleepily, grabbing Mitchell's arm and pulling him back. "Neeed arms. And kisses." He wrapped Mitchell's arms around him and snuggled into his chest, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his boyfriend's throat.

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Walking through the apartment, he spoke to a client on the phone with his head tilted to hide his slightly smirked smile from the man he could feel watching him. Conversation coming to a close, he walked to the table and leaned forward slightly to bring up his calender on his laptop. "So we'll meet again next week to finish up with the last details. I can do Thursday, say lunch?" A low hum and a nod and then he compromised with, "Ah, that's wonderful news. We can meet after that, 2 o'clock?.. Perfect. Please, give your daughter my congratulations, it's quite an accomplishment and I'll see you next week, Mr Abrams." He added the appointment to his phone calender after hanging up and chuckled to himself. 

"Your professionalism kink is showing, Aroha. And I can feel you staring at my ass." He teased, dropping his phone and brushing his jacket back to slip his hands into his pockets. He knew exactly what he was doing, that move turned his suit from something professional and just a little flashy into something obscene, ruining the smooth lines and cut of his suit as it pulled the fabric taut, molding to his ass. 

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Highway To Hell // Checking out the competition

The last year, since his youngest brother had turned 21 and joined their ranks had been crazy. The war with their rival club, the Godhunters had claimed lives on both sides and it'd only been finally solved after they'd gone after the daughter of an ex-member of the club and he'd taken offence to it. 

Anders had been looking for a change of scene and thankfully, his particular skill set made him the best choice to go and liaise with the other chapter of their club. His older brother Mikkel was worried about retaliation since there was another faction of the Godhunters near their other chapter and he felt a warning about them would be prudent.  

He'd been in Bristol for just a day, dealing with his jet lag and now it was time to make contact with the people that he'd had Dawn research. It seemed that while the president of the other chapter was a bastard of the highest order, he did have a young hotshot that was supposed to be more reasonable. 

For a few hours, he'd been drinking at a bar that was a known hangout and he'd noticed a few bikes outside when he came in but even his sharp eyes hadn't picked out his target or any other members of the club so he was leaving for his next possible meeting place. 

Swinging one skin-tight denim covered leg over his bike, he settled onto the well-known seat and tugged on his leather gloves before starting his engine, revving just a little to enjoy the low growl, all while ignoring the shadow that fell over him. 

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Moan

Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.)

He hadn't started out with this in mind, torturing Mitchell with his unusual focus, in fact all he'd planned was curling up with him. But somewhere between nuzzling his face into the vampire's neck and snuggling into his chest, he'd gotten distracted by the place where his boyfriend's stubble faded into smooth pale skin. First it had been little licks and nibbles but then he'd gotten caught up in it all, teeth becoming harsher, licks becoming longer and firmer and hard sucks and hot open mouthed kisses being added to his actions, moving from that tempting line until he thought he must have covered every inch of that side of Mitchell's neck and his lips tingled from rubbing over the stubble.