Now You See Me

Gabriel Underwood - Firefighter Old Metro City Resident Dominant Vers-Top Phantom Part Of A Closed RP Group NSFW Content Will Appear

[homosexymonster]

Antonio nodded as he explained to him. ‘’ I am not very good at them but the way you explain it sounds very easy.’’ He told him and looked down at him as he started demonstrated it to him. He looked at his abdomen then back at his face. ‘’ None ever told me that before, alright I will give it a try.’’ Antonio got on them and pulled his body upwards, turning sideward slightly like he explained to him then back down, he did this a few times before stopping. ‘’ Was that good?”

[xphantcmx]

How the other wasn’t good at simple sit-ups, he wasn’t sure, but Gabriel remained in his seated position as the other sat down next to him, watching as he completed a few crunches in a manner like he did. “Yes, that’s good. Since you’re still fresh to crunches, though, my advice is to get someone to hold onto your feet or prop them under a couch or something for leverage, that way they don’t try to lift up as you do,” Gabriel stated before he rose to his feet to grab a couple of dumbbells, starting with twenty-pounds - for each hand - before he held them out towards the other male. “Now for arm curls. They’re pretty straightforward. You just hold onto a dumbbell and curl your arm inward.”

[wna-leviathan-blog]

King smiled up at Grabriel as he stepped closer as well. As the other spoke of not liking the ones he listed either he grinned into the kiss. His lips pressed against Gabriel’s he let his own hands wrap around the man’s broad neck. When the older male’s lips parted, so did his own, giving the man entry with his tongue. As he felt the large hands on his hips he rocked against them. When he felt the thick member pressing against his thigh he moaned back, already beginning to feel submissive in the presence of Gabriel.

[xphantcmx]

It seemed like a switch had went off within him, allowing him to turn into the dominant he truly was as the other submitted even through something as simple as a kiss. His tongue tasted every inch of the man’s mouth, claiming his dominance before he reached down to lift the other into his arms. Without saying a word - or breaking the heated kiss - he carried King in his arms as he made his way to his small bedroom, setting his partner for the night down upon the bed before he peeled off his shirt, revealing the hard muscles and pert nipples as his cerulean hues swirled his his arousal. “Come, slut. Get a whiff of a real man.” Though the sweat that had covered his body from his work out had dried off, the smell remained - even more concentrated in his pits.

[wxardries]

“So, guess I’ll just find another bench to sleep in. It really doesn’t matter, I’ll be fine. M’pretty tough, and this is just a temporary set back.” Rory said, shrugging off any sentiment he might’ve had about the subject.

[xphantcmx]

Hearing the other’s comment about finding another bench to sleep on had Gabriel reminded of years passed, back when he lived couch to couch and bench to bench, and his heart went out to the young male. Of course, he wasn’t an idiot - this could all have been a ploy to tug at his heartstrings, so he just lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “If I were you, I’d sleep with one eye open no matter where you go. The looters are going crazy,” he stated before he took a swig of his beer.

[princeingreenarmor-blog]

From his feet a shadow mist hazed out, gradually filling the air around him like fog darkening the way. His fingers moving, wiggling just enough to control the fog like shadows, causing them to spread out and lower towards the ground so it became thicker. “There is no where to fun, and I have a feeling this is going to be done the hard way.” There weren’t many places to hide, of course one of them would be the bathroom. There was only one reason he had been tracking this one and that’s because he knew too much. The shadows pushed open the bathroom door, leaking in as it spread throughout the floor. Boots clicking against the ground as he neared, opening each door to the bathrooms. “I can hear you whimpering.” The last door he had opened, eyes falling upon his target. 

His hand hovered, rising slowly as the shadows moved around the targets body, a ring made of his shadows forming around the targets neck. He hoisted him into the air by it, gradually the ring growing smaller and smaller. “You know too much, therefore this is not a capture, this is a termination.” Eyes lowered to the ground, moving between the clothing and the man. “Is there someone in here with you?” The ring tightened, cutting off more of the mans air. “I can make this quick, all you have to do it tell me.” 

[xphantcmx]

As soon as the shadowy fog begins to seep into the bathroom, Gabriel knows he’s fucked. There isn’t much he can do, apart from hide above one of the toilets with his hands braced against the stall, as the fog begins to grow thicker and darker. He isn’t sure what’s happening, or who is coming after the guy he happened to go after, but he knows one thing for sure - he doesn’t want to get caught. So he holds himself where he is and prays that the man with the shadow powers doesn’t find out about him.

But it was in vain. Hearing the question of is someone in here with you had Gabriel swallowing a lump in his throat, hoping that his partner of the night didn’t say anything. But what he couldn’t see from behind the stall was his partner nodding and pointing in the direction of the stall he was occupying.

[agentsparksalot-blog]

Yeah alright he had a point, a valid point that didn’t make him too happy. He could easily take this guy down if he weren’t using boxing moves. Which he for a guy that hasn’t watched movies or knew any references was highly skilled at. He mainly watched things on fast forward, his abilities granting him that knowledge once he could see it performed. “As much as I want to tire you out, I don’t think I have hours.” Being in one place for too long wasn’t the best choice. The SRD could be lurking around any corner. He pushed his hands between his arms removing his gloves, stepping closer to the male. “So it’s a draw, been awhile since anyone could keep up with me.” There were a few others he faced, one of which dead now. 

“Where did you learn to fight?” He questioned, attempting to pike at that large males brain. “Do you train anything else, other than boxing?” He questioned once more, taking a deep breath as he calmed him self down. It was a little thrilling, to let it out and not really hurt someone. 

[xphantcmx]

Pride rushed through him as the other began to undo the clasps of his gloves, pleased that the other greed with him. While Gabriel had the stamina to go for awhile, he didn’t think it would’ve been that productive - but it did at least keep his moves up-to-date. Better to not get rusty in case he really needed them. “Can’t say I’ve faced anyone that could keep up with me... Even my trainer didn’t really give me much of a challenge once I got the hang of it,” Gabriel stated with a lift of his shoulder, moving back towards the bench as the other asked where he learned to fight.

“Here and there.” Which was the truth. He had learned how to box back where he had come from, picking it up for the sole purpose of wanting to defend himself - especially if he slept somewhere like a park bench - but he wasn’t going to tell the other where exactly he had picked it up. “But no. Just boxing.”

[d4watt-blog]

Theo snorted at the other man’s words and shook his head. “Sorry. I’m not a complete juice head like you.” Theo joked with a smirk. “I usually work out for four to five hours.” Theo finally admitted with a cheeky grin as he looked up at the more muscular man. 

“I do mix martial arts…But what’s the difference really?” Theo joked with a grin. “And good. That means you don’t have any excuses for when I beat your ass.” 

[xphantcmx]

Oh, a steroid joke - how original. Gabriel found himself rolling his eyes at the other’s comments, shaking his head. “Well, for one, in boxing you don’t kick,” Gabriel countered as he took another swig from his water, trying to refuel his body before a potential sparring match. “And I doubt that, kid. The only way I can see you winning is if you used an illegal move on me.” And it was true. He had even surpassed the talent of his trainer and his own trainer couldn’t best him. “How about this - I’ll agree to spar with you, but only if you hold off on any kicks or grappling moves, just to even the playing field. Got it?” he asked before he took a swig of his water bottle, lips curling into a smirk around the neck.

[theshadowinthewoods-deactivated]

The man stood there, the music going on in the background while he ceased his dancing and just stood there awkwardly. His eyes surveyed the floor nervously before he simply trudged back to the record player and switched it off. he’d never heard of someone who didn’t like music. It almost sounded like some kind of warning sign, like something your mother would tell you to watch out for, like men who knew how to dance. He then turned fully around to look wide-eyed at the other as he said he didn’t care for movies or TV. That just sounded unamerican!

“What about books? Stories?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for his answer. He already thought tv and movies, as forms of cinematic art, were very productive and informative. How he responded to this question would determine how his opinion of the other would form very decisively and very quickly. 

[xphantcmx]

It was obvious that Gabriel had made the other surprised with his confession, and it wasn’t the first time. So what if he didn’t bother with television and movies? He doubted he was the only one that didn’t keep up-to-date on them. Chewing his pie slowly, carefully, Gabriel tried to focus on something else other than the awkward silence that was only starting to grow thicker and thicker, like a fog creeping between them. Then Joshua broke the silence, asking him about books and stories, and he could feel the judgement burning behind those eyes.

“I can read them, but only for a short while. Longer if I’m on a treadmill. Like I said, I need to be doing something active... something productive... or I just start getting jittery and irritated and no one wants that,” Gabriel said with a shrug of his shoulder, cutting into the pie crust to finish his meal on the off-chance that he had over-stayed his welcome.

[apxmsxjlxpr-deactivated20161027]

Taking the night off, from his profession as a lawyer and from cruising through town looking for trouble as Tempest, the thirty-eight year old Aaron decided to spend his night doing what the other men his age were doing; which meant obsessive drinking, finding a stranger to fuck him, and swearing with every ounce of his fiber that he is not almost forty-fucking-years-old.

Once he’d made it into town, wearing plain and relaxing clothes (a thin, grey sweatshirt with a hood and no shirt beneath it, a pair of dark almost black jeans with red boxers beneath, and a loose pair of scuffed up brown army boots and black ankle socks; his look included a leather wrap bracelet around his right wrist and a silver Rolex watch around his left.) he made his way into the center of town to find himself a decent bar– and by decent he was looking for the type of bar that had debauchery lingering around every corner.

Once he’d found one that could cater to his need for distraction, he made his way inside and easily swiped a drink off a waiter’s tray before making his way to the elevator that just so happened to take you upstairs to a private portion of the club, that he could easily afford, where all forms of debauchery (from sex, to drugs, to letting minors drink) were welcomed. Just as the doors were about to close, Aaron noticed someone else approaching– someone rather attractive– so after taking a sip of his drink he pressed the button so the doors would stop themselves from shutting so they could open instead as he leaned against the wall; his eyes on the other as they drew near. “Going up?” The blonde man questioned with a playful smirk as he licked some of the stolen drink off of his lips. 

[xphantcmx]

Clubs were far from Gabriel’s bread and butter. While he enjoyed the appeal to go and find someone for sex so easily, the rhythmic booming of the music was almost head-ache inducing and most everyone that went to clubs were obnoxious. Unfortunately, one of the guys at the fire station had wound up buying a booth at one of the local clubs - one that had plenty of illegal activities going on - and he was invited. Not wanting to seem like a douche and stand his co-worker up, because Gabriel did try to be a good guy for his co-workers, even if they teased him any time there was a thunderstorm - it was just guys being guys - so he agreed to go.

That just meant he’d have to follow through.

After getting dressed in a simple blue button-down with a pair of dark slacks, Gabriel headed to the club about fifteen minutes later than he said he’d arrive, hands smoothing down the front of his shirt as he headed to the elevator, not even noticing that someone else was there as he went to press the button. “Yeah,” he stated as he stepped inside, running a hand through his light auburn locks before he sighed. God, he hoped that his co-workers wouldn’t mind if he stayed there for thirty minutes - he wasn’t sure how long he could last without inevitably going to steal something.

Cerulean hues drifted over to look at the man in the elevator with him, one that was attractive - and maybe around his age, but he wasn’t sure - and he nodded in his direction. “You’ve been here before?” he asked, deciding to make small talk.

[mystic-vincent-blog]

Vince glanced down at himself, knowing what he looked like naked under the suit. “Well, thank you.” His smile shone bright when he looked back up at Gabriel. “Most people hardly notice.” Some people did notice, but by now everyone was immune to it at the office. Either that or no one wanted to hit on the boss in fear of getting fired. He wouldn’t fire them, though. He’d given them coffee. A small chuckle left his lips, but he cut it short when he realized that he was only laughing at himself.

“I’m sure your place isn’t that bad, and as for this?” He motioned around the penthouse and shrugged, “I mean it’s a nice place, but… gets a bit lonesome… Y’know, when I’m not busy working.” This time he did chuckle out loud while rolling his eyes, “But here.” He grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from the counter and began to scribble on it. “This is my cell number, house number, office number, and my office room number. If you wanna return it to my job, then let Dan at the front desk know and he’ll send you right up. If you wanna wait until after hours, then… you have my cell.” He smiled at the man as he held out the piece of paper. Now, standing so close to the man, he could feel some sort of pull to him. He wasn’t sure if it was the heat in the apartment, the attraction he felt towards the fireman, or the fact that he was still hungry. “And if you… y’know, wanna talk about anything other than clothes and coffee and jobs, my phone is always on.”

[xphantcmx]

Now it was obvious that the other was just trying to be nice, saying that his place in Old Metro wasn’t that bad. “Well, it still has a full roof over it but... trust me, it’s pretty bad.” Maybe not the worst you could get in town but it was nothing compared to the extravagances he was sure that the other was used to. Even still, Gabriel watched the other with cerulean eyes, carefully and meticulously, before he reached for the slip of paper. “What else would there be to talk about if not clothes or coffee or jobs?” he asked in a teasing tone, dimpled smile tugging at his cheeks as he slipped the number into his pocket.

Was the other coming onto him? He wasn’t sure, but he did know he certainly wouldn’t have minded having this guy in his bed. The contrast of their skin colors would’ve made for an exquisite sight, he was sure. “But I’ll keep that in mind. Just know that I’ll make sure to have your jacket cleaned as soon as I leave here, so you’re not left without a full-suit. Thank you for the coffee, but I think I should be on my way... the gym is calling me.”

[xphantcmx]

[homosexymonster]

Antonio went silent for a moment, trying think. He wanted to get the hard weights out of the way and then once he was done, he could do the squats as a reward. Was that best way to look at it?’’ I guess we can start with the crunches, arm curls and then do the squats last.’’

[xphantcmx]

Nodding as the other came up with a plan, Gabriel left the weights alone -if only for a moment - before he dropped to the ground on the mat. “Crunches are pretty simple. They’re your standard sit-ups from primary school,” Gabriel instructed as he bent his knees at a 90 degree angle and brought his hands behind his head. “What I like to do is turn with each sit up, that way it better works the muscles in my abdomen. Watch,” he stated as he leaned back so his back was against the mat, only to complete a crunch before the other’s very eyes. “See?”

[homosexymonster]

Antonio noticed the other went quiet and he’d just went silent as well, pretty should’ve explained that a bit better but oh well. I guess it really didn’t matter anyway it was an odd rant or whatever it was anyway.  ‘’ Yeah I know, it would probably take a while, maybe a few weeks or so.’’ Antonio chuckled ‘’ Of course, I was really good at squats at some point but I should work on those and curls. Since arms curls and crunches I struggle a little bit when I did work out a year ago or so.’’

[xphantcmx]

Maybe longer than that, Gabriel wanted to say, but he held his tongue and nodded as the other spoke. “Well, then, I guess I’ll show you how to do each of them, then. Which would you want to start with? Arm curls, crunches or squats?” he asked as he walked towards the weights, looking upon the set of dumbbells, trying to gauge which one would give the best results to Antonio as he waited for him to answer.

[homosexymonster]

Antonio chuckled at the joke’’ Maybe but I’ve seen basket player have to do that but I guess their more tall basket players than tall normal ordinary humans.’’ He said, of course, he didn’t know every single tall person he was just stated, the people he has observed. ‘’ Alright doesn’t sound too hard, I can do that.’’.

[xphantcmx]

He wasn’t quite sure what the other was getting at - given that his own comment was about how basketball players had to duck - but he just nodded, not wanting to seem rude for not acknowledging what he said. Listening to the other admit that he could run on the treadmill, Gabriel nodded. “Of course, this wouldn’t happen over night. It would take awhile to build your stamina, over the course of weeks or even months, but that should help... As for definition,” Gabriel paused, glancing over at the set of barbells. “You’d probably need to do some arm curls, squats and crunches. Do you know what those are?”

[theshadowinthewoods-deactivated]

The man looked over to the record player and smiled. “Oh, yes, this antique! It does work indeed. I knew someone back in Salem who restored it for me.” He got back up and walked over to where the stack of records in their paper sleeves stood. He thumbed through them and found one that he held up to the light. He seemed to recognize it and set it up on the record player, setting the needle down. “This is one of my favorite older songs.” he said, the raspy voice of the jazz singer coming on with their snappy background music. 

The man idly swayed his hips on his way back to the counter, mouthing the words to the song as the music swayed through his head. He chuckled as he got to Gabriel, hoping that the man didn’t think old music was stupid. “I have more recent stuff if you think this is weird…”

[xphantcmx]

The older male should’ve figured that by commenting on the record player, Joshua would want to turn it on. It wasn’t that he disliked music - he listened to it when he was working out - but he just didn’t care for it. But he sat where he was, blue eyes watching as the other male moved around near there until music began to fill the room. He honestly had no idea what the music was and while it sounded nice, he honestly didn’t care.

“...I don’t think it’s weird, I’m just not into music,” Gabriel admitted with a lift of his burly shoulders, apologetic smile teasing his lips. “Don’t be too bothered by that, though. I’m not really into movies or television shows, either. I prefer to be doing something active, something productive. Otherwise I just get...” Gabriel paused, shaking his head. Maybe it was because he was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, or maybe it was because of his kleptomaniac urges, but Gabriel just couldn’t sit for long periods of time without feeling antsy.

[wna-leviathan-blog]

King wasn’t afraid of Old Metro, the fear wasn’t there for him. He had survived it and escaped it when hell broke loose. It was there his powers first came out and there he still felt more at home. Putting on his sweater he followed Gabriel, staying close to avoid getting lost. It was not an area he remembered too well.

When they got to his apartment he stepped inside looking around with a smile. To some this place would be not ideal, but for King it felt more cozy and comfort, at least right now. When Gabriel asked the questions he turned around with a smile. “I’m a big no for the really intense feminization and I don’t like being treated like a baby, aside from that give me whatever you can dish out.” He stated before sliding his sweater off and putting his bag down. “Safe word is waterfall.” He replied, stepping closer to Gabriel.

[xphantcmx]

Letting his own bag slide down his arm, it landing on the hardwood floor with a thud, he took a step close to King. “Good. Because I’m not a fan of those either,” he stated simply before he leaned in, lips finding the younger male’s in a kiss that quickly deepened as Gabriel’s lips parted to allow his tongue to venture outward, tasting King’s lips and aching to taste his mouth. Large palms moved to rest on King’s hips, pulling him closer to him to feel the man’s erection pressing against his thigh, and he moaned into the kiss as he claimed his dominance over the younger male.

[agentsparksalot-blog]

He was simply ready to take this guy down, bigger guys had always been fun to take down. They hit the ground so hard when they fell. Calling him kinky and a kid had his eyes narrowing, he was a virgin after all and anything but a kid. So that only fueled the fire, getting into position as he stepped forward. A nod was all he gave to indicate he was ready. 

It wasn’t the greatest, having to hold back fear of actually losing his control and going all out. He didn’t want to kill the guy, he also had to remind him self this was a match, not a death match, not fighting for his life simple sparing. Yet why did this lust, to be stronger, faster kick in. He kept messing up, stopping him self midway before he had actually used other moves not inclined to boxing. Well kick boxing, but that wasn’t exactly what they were doing here. “What…” He breathed out, hair ticking to his forehead as sweat dripped down his frame. 

In a battle one doesn’t call it, so why should they. Thinking it over the guy was reasonably skilled, and they were matching blow for blow. This could go on awhile, and if he tired him self out too much it might be troublesome later. “You getting tired old man?” 

[xphantcmx]

A chuckle came across the older male’s lips at the other’s chiding, eyes narrowing in a playful manner as he looked the other over. Sure, most guys probably would have gotten tired by now - especially given that Gabriel had worked out for a few hours before hand - but he was anything but tired. “Please,” he stated simply, getting back to a crouched position as he lifted the gloves above his hands. “I was just pointing out the obvious - that we’re not getting anywhere.” And they weren’t. It seemed that every punch that either threw was defended against, and none of them had landed a solid hit upon the other. It was clear that there was no winner.

“I can still go for hours.” Which was true, and something that often came in handy in the bedroom, allowing himself to be able to bring pleasure to man after man. “Bring it on, kid. Let’s see if you can wear an old man like me out,” Gabriel teased, having enough of a sense of humor to joke around on himself and not let a comment of ‘old man’ bother him.

[wellwiisher-archive]

He hadn’t meant to overexert himself. He stood shaking, breath escaping him in wavering huffs of air that left his lips visibly in the cold outside, a pale hand propped against the wall of a local funeral home. The owner was somehow incredibly wealthy and profitable given that he a complete skeeve, taking  bribes from Cole to do what he wanted with the bodies that had yet to have final preparations done for funerals. It was only sick considering what it was he thought Cole was doing versus what he actually did, but perhaps for some, what he really did might’ve been even more disturbing.

In any case, he had went for too long. It was one thing to make the bodies move in the comfort of his own mind, but extending himself into them, essentially becoming them, made readjusting coming back into his own body incredibly trying. He was sure the lack of sleep helped very little considering he felt as though he could curl up on the icy concrete below his feet and not be bothered by it at all. “I’m fine,” he said warily when he heard a pair of footsteps falter near him, assuming they had stopped to see if he was alright.

[xphantcmx]

Though Gabriel had only been living in Metro City for so long, he had been able to learn that you could never truly predict the weather or living situation within the city. Because of that, while the snow that fell upon the city was surprising given that they were in mid-June, it didn’t bother him. If anything, it only bothered him because it meant that he’d have to wear layers and unfortunately, layers don’t work well with his power. Even still... it did help to calm some of the fires that burned through Old Metro, making his workday less stressful and giving him enough time to roam the streets during his lunch break instead of scarfing down a quick sandwich like he normally did.

As he walked, however, he came upon the sight of a man - or a boy, whoever it was was younger than him, he could tell - sitting on the snowy concrete. His footsteps faltered, trying to figure out if the other was injured or just homeless, when the other spoke up and he breathed a sigh of relief, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. “You sure? Because you’ve been down there for about a minute now... Didn’t sprain your ankle, did you?”