#wolfman miles

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A Dance to Die For||Miles & Michael

Michael, as someone who hails from New Jersey, has seen a lot of shit in his life. As a superhero, he has seen even more shit in his life. People who are made of bees, a psychopath whose power is to heal people. And he’s heard shit like this happen before but never actually close enough for him to do something about it.

With his hair slicked back and his nails actually done, Michael looked like he was about to go to another Lazer Team premiere, one in the fancy venues of Hollywood where Burnie would be kissing director ass and Gavin would be competing with people who have the same net worth. However, this wasn’t a premiere, this was a gala with a bomb threat and no one except for the two most uncultured swine were on duty.

Michael exited the limo, trying to keep an air of sophistication about himself. He flapped his loose suit open, ruffling it out of his dress shirt before buttoning just the middle one. People wearing ridiculously expensive clothing (and some of it looking equally ridiculous) were bustling back and forth, trying to find time at the “red carpet” and rub other elbows. 

“Alright, time to ram that stick up our asses,” he mumbled to Miles as the wolf stepped up to him. The limo drove away behind them, expected to come back in a handful of hours. Michael stepped forward and felt all eyes on them, conversations hushing and millions trying to decipher who they were. It was a split second and the moment faded, famous faces going back to their conversations.

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The House Was Awake||Miles & Michael

Michael rose from the bent corpse below him, licking his fingers clean. The mixture of sheer release and blood sent an erotic shiver down his spine and the incubus groaned, sucking on his fingers like they were quality lollies. He glanced down at the still shocked face of the pretty lady, smirking down at her before gently nudging her legs out of his way. Her rib cage looked like it had exploded, bones protruding from her chest and Michael snapped one of them off, pocketing it for Gavin. The love of his life seemed to be really into collecting bones, gifting them to Caleb just to shake that older brother up a bit. Michael stepped into the night streets of downtown Austin, frowning when he realizes how he must look. There was blood staining his mouth, clothes a new sugar daddy had dropped on him, and his pretty white fishnet stockings. Michael needed to be cleaned, and he needed to be cleaned immediately. Dark eyes swept the streets and Michael lazily stepped into one direction, following the street down to try and find a proper landmark. Once he reorientated himself Michael noted he was particularly close to a certain wolf. A thin smile demonized Michael’s face and the incubus decides it’s time to visit his favorite charge. Michael rang the doorbell once and stood back, crossing his legs and looking as innocent as a schoolgirl. He swayed back and forth, whistling a haunting tune. When the door finally cracked open Michael poked his face where Miles could see it. “Hey Miles! I’ve missed you buddy.”

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You Have Sisters, Right?||Miles & Michael

Michael wandered into the animation department, his steps slow and calculated. Really, it looked like Michael had just shit himself but we’re not trying to be mean. 

He tottered over to Miles and gently tapped the other’s shoulder, smiling weakly when his friend turned his attention over. 

“S-So... You have sisters right?” Michael asked in a soft tone, “’Cause something happened when I went to the bathroom and let’s just say I have toilet paper lining my underwear right now...”