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Pete becomes Vampire Vegas’ human helper. He’s the one responsible to bring food (people) to Vegas. He has to prepare it (bleed them) in a neat little glass too, because Vegas is the sort of vampire (weirdo) who doesn’t like to drink directly from his victims. It’s not like Pete (liar) wants Vegas to drink from him anyway.

When Vegas is handed the keys to a failing major family hotel and told to bring it back to life, he knows it’s not a gift, or a test, or even an opportunity to prove himself. It’s a taunt. It’s a way to set him up for failure so everyone can rub his nose in the shitshow he’s left with, defeated and inferior to his cousins like always. It’s the death sentence of his pride in a gilded cage.But misery loves company and all that, and he finds a surprisingly fitting cellmate in an unassuming looking employee named Pete. Now if only he could get Pete to stop playing hard to get, this cage could become a lot more comfortable.

“A kinder, gentler mob?” Porsche laughs. “Come on.”“They’ll use it to look nonthreatening, highlight the legitimate businesses, that sort of thing,” Pete says. He lowers his voice. “Everyone knows the Theerapanyakuls are dirty, but if they’re on television, how dirty can they be, right? And… I don’t know, but Khun Korn is strange about Khun Kinn’s love life. Maybe he’s trying to keep him in line somehow.”

Chay is tired just from watching Porsche raise his energetic two-year-old twins alone. It would be easier with a second parent to help, but Porsche refuses to talk about the boys’ father. So Chay helps when he can, and they stumble along as best they can, until one night a man named Pete from Porsche’s past arrives with a warning. Because Kinn is coming and he wants answers for the twin secrets Porsche has been hiding.

Chay is tired just from watching Porsche raise his energetic two-year-old twins alone. It would be easier with a second parent to help, but Porsche refuses to talk about the boys’ father. So Chay helps when he can, and they stumble along as best they can, until one night a man named Pete from Porsche’s past arrives with a warning. Because Kinn is coming and he wants answers for the twin secrets Porsche has been hiding.

Pete and Macau are sitting on the couch across from the bed, Pete's arm around Macau's shoulders while he whispers something encouraging in Macau's ear. There are streaks of dried tears on Macau's face, and Pete looks more worried than Vegas has ever seen him before.Jealousy spikes through Vegas worse than pain.

Kinn stands in the scorching sun for a good minute, before the two silhouettes reveal themselves, walking cautiously out from behind the rock. Kinn hopes he isn’t gaping as he looks at the two humanoid creatures. They have two legs and two arms, dark mops of hair on top of their heads, faces similar to human’s with eyes, mouths and noses, but that’s where the similarities end. Kinn has seen a lot of really fit people on Earth, but none of them has ever looked like whoever is standing in front of him.

Big is in his sweatpants and halfway into his T-shirt: one arm held out at an awkward angle, trying to fit it into its sleeve. Even from a distance, Porsche can see the fine sheen of sweat on Big’s skin. The heaviness of his breath is as loud as if it were coming in via his Bluetooth.The Porsche of a week ago—hell, even three days ago—would have taken the opportunity to lean against the wall and laugh at Big’s expense. Now, with his skin screaming at him, the idea just feels a little sick.

“I think we might have bigger problems than me sleeping with the mafia.” Pete says slowly. And liking it.“What the fuck could possibly be worse?” Porsche asks, voice strangled through the speaker phone. Pete winces, even though Porsche can't see.“I think I slept with the mafia for money.”--or; Pete wakes up alone and naked (and covered in bruises) in an unfamiliar hotel room, with a suggestive money transfer and no memories of the night before.

He can’t tell whether he’s pretending to be Wik or pretending to be Kim, or something else entirely.It’s…nice. (or, Kim meets Porsche first.)

It was the sight of the desire in Macau's eyes, so different from how it looked in Gun's, that made Vegas say yes to him years ago. Since then they've endured something terrible without reconciling the truth of their trust and devotion to each other with their bodies.

Kim has control issues, and likes to seed his fandom with misinformation. Chay is a bnf with an unerring ability to spot the lies. This is a meet cute.

Pete doesn't quite know how he went from being a street thug working at an illegal boxing ring to being a bodyguard for one of the most powerful men in Thailand, but he isn’t exactly complaining. or: Vegas meets Pete at an underground boxing ring, and everything spirals uncontrollably for both of them

"No, it's fine." Porsche shifts to be a little less plastered against Kinn's side, straightens his shoulders and smooths out his jacket with great dignity. "The answer to your question is yes, I have really never been with any other men." Porsche answers questions, asks some of his own, tries new things, and fills in the knowledge gaps of his own sexuality.

Victor invites Yuri along for his and Yuuri's usual summer vacation. The one the two of them always go on alone so they can have lots of quality time. Together. In private.He says yes.

“I love you, Kim,” Chay had told him, his hand on Kim’s wrist. “I love you, but I don’t even know what I like, and I want to try stuff, and I don’t want to make you go along with it just because you feel like you should. I’m really, really sorry.”

Big, the men who aren't Kinn, and the mistakes he makes with them.

Kim and Chay start working on that song together, but somehow they keep getting distracted.

a pretty omega; his pretty omega, and he can’t even look at him without feeling like tawan can hear every filthy thing going through his mind; how he’s thinking of clearing the entire table in one sweep of an arm and bending porsche over it; he gets a kick to the ankle under the table; from porsche, based off his pointed eyebrows and extremely unsubtle head tilt; he doesn’t get it until he realizes that tawan has asked him something.

Khun Gun tells Ken to get on his knees for him, or he will out him as a traitor. Ken has no choice but to do everything he says.

While Wei Ying is living in the Burial Mounds with the Wen remnants, Lan Wangji discovers some old Lan texts that suggest dual cultivation might help Wei Ying control the resentful energy and keep it from harming his body and mind. Later, Lan Xichen offers to help.

Someone needs to teach Vegas a lesson. In the absence of anyone else, that someone will have to be Chan.

Vegas has never experienced an afterglow that burns like an oil fire, a sudden and dangerous thing that he can’t quite remember how best to put out past the panic. It doesn’t help that Pete’s smile is like a torrent of cool water on his feverish skin, making the flames jump higher.

Vegas is wrestling with some abandonment issues and deals with this in a reasonable, healthy, and well adjusted way, which is to say by channeling his bad feelings into kinky sex.

When Vegas asks if Pete would like to share the box of condoms, it's Ken who answers 'yes'.

They never talked about it. George thought it was better that way.

If pressed, Hisoka could have explained any number of things about himself, but no one ever seemed to press him.Gon presses, a little.

For a thousand years, Light Hope searches the vast reaches of the universe for what she is missing. To find it is improbable, but perhaps not as improbable as restoring all that has been purged from within.

The nen that Hisoka was caught in the grip of was called Season of Heat, and nothing about it resembled a real animal’s heat cycle in the slightest as far as Gon could tell. The over-bright eyes, the burning flesh, the restless urgency; it looked more like a fever to his eye, albeit one that had its own starving, driving will.

After the sun rises the gods make Prompto a gift of his old enemy, stripped of his powers and now only human. Instead of being left to his grief, Prompto has responsibilities to take up, a city to rebuild, and a captive ex-immortal who is too kinky to torture. This story is about redemption and recovery, but mainly just a lot of porn.