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“No, that’s not ‘Fergalicious’ blasting from my speakers. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I hate that song, like… a lot.”

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Dimitri adored socializing. Being the son of a senator had a lot of perks, but it was the parties that attracted him the most, the flashing lights and the dressing up and the whole nine yards. He loved socializing. His best friend Kane was in the middle of telling their group something about a wild chase for the best grub in town when a slender hand wrapped around his wrist and he was tugged into an entirely different conversation. His friend paused to cast a glance at the two of them before Dimitri was naturally sliding an arm around the woman. It took all of two seconds to recognize her as the girl from the underground, little miss Harley Bourke. The Brit smirked. "We weren't telling people yet, I thought?" He teased, pressing a kiss to her cheek. His gaze turned to the offending male, lip curling in distaste. "Maybe check with a girl first before you start marking your territory, yeah?"

“No, no, no. I’m taken.” Harley laughed as she pushed herself away from the men who had his arms around her. With amusement, she picked the closest person to take ahold of and pull closer to her. “This is my significant other — we’re engaged actually. Right babe?” Her hand gripped theirs as she sent them a look.

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malachixcroft.

Kai followed Dimitri’s gaze to his knuckles, and where there used to be worry, it was now only resentment. He had watched his brother become a stranger, and now there had been nothing he could do about it. He was hated for finding out and caring, and the things that had been said to him were insane. Malachi’s small smile fell when Dimitri assumed they were entirely different – so different that they no longer held the same interests as they had before. Only two years separated them, but it might as well have been a lifetime. 

“I never said…” he trailed off, giving up that battle before even starting it. Kai despised arguing, yet here he was, in the library in their parent’s large house arguing with his little brother. He let his fingers brush over the cover of his book like an apology, picking up his jacket from the chair, “Look,” he scowled a little, “Just because I have a real job and have to pay for things doesn’t mean I’m a complete shut in, Dimitri,” he said flatly, trying to think of the last time he’d gone to a club. It had been with Carter – way back when they’d been together – and not only that, but it’d been a gay bar. 

“We can go to a…club,” he said finally, thinking it couldn’t be the worst thing they could do. Malachi didn’t have much to offer the other, and he was fine with going along. He could hold his own in a place like that, as long as he stood at the bar and drank instead of getting on the dancefloor where it was far too crowded. The thought alone made him sick, but he hid it with another barely there smile, “I don’t really feel like being a spectator at your fights, though,” he said softly, hugging himself as he waited for Dimitri to say something.

Dimitri pursed his lips at the way the conversation was headed. While another argument really wasn’t what he’d intended for, he couldn’t say that he wasn’t surprised. He was just lucky that their mother wasn’t there to referee or stop it from escalating. The last time they’d fought he’d gotten yelled at for being immature despite the fact that Malachi was older (which apparently made him wiser). Shaking the memory from his head, the male rubbed idly at his nose while he played off the words as if they didn’t affect him. “Okay.” Maybe if he agreed it would shut Malachi up. Rolling his neck, he watched as the other grabbed his jacket, looking a little hesitant but ready to go. He repeated his words, nodding again. “Okay.”

A club? It was his turn to hide his emotions, the curl of a smirk tugging on his lips. The brunette never pegged his brother as the partying type, and while he certainly was not on par with his partying, maybe Malachi had a few tricks up his sleeve. He accepted by stepping out of the way, murmuring the excuse that he was going to change into something better. “I’ll get Freddie to take us,” he said before exiting the study, tugging the cotton t-shirt off as he walked up the stairs to his room. It was barely used now that he had his own place yet he crashed there from time to time, and it was no time before he was buttoning up a crisp black dress shirt over a bruised chest.

The smile he offered to Malachi once he was ready had grown tighter over the years despite it still coming off as natural. At least, it did to anyone who was unaware of their tension. “You want to tell mum I’m taking you out?” He teased, fixing the buttons at the ends of his sleeves. “Or were you gonna tell her when you’re stumbling my drunk ass back in here and spewing some bullshit excuse about my condition?” Dimitri bit his lip, knowing it wasn’t far from the truth. “Guess I can say it’s better than pulling my ass from the underground. You already know how I feel about you showin’ your face there again.”

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tylercolemcn.

The other man’s response merely elicited an arch of Tyler’s eyebrow and that muddy but playful glint in his eyes as he looked at Dimitri with concentration. It was the same concentration he looked at all people with – as if he saw them, saw more than their face and nose and lips and eyes, and as if he was constantly trying to place them because of that. Eyelids heavy, half-and-half as per Tyler’s height and half-and-half as per the expression he deliberated laid on Dimitri, Tyler watched the other man as carefully as ever, head tilted to the side. His gaze went from playful to a condescending kind of amusement, the kind of expression adults usually wore when they humored an exceptionally cheeky child. Both eyebrows going up to strengthen the expression, Tyler let out a calm, “Say what, highness?”, though let the words get drowned by the noise of the party and the continuation of their conversation. No doubt Dimitri had heard the bait, and that was enough for Tyler. A grin wrought the lines of his mouth faintly as he leaned away slightly, one hand coming to prop him up against the bar. “Get me that whiskey of yours you mentioned,” he said, gaze pointedly fixated on Dimitri. After a moment of silence, Tyler turned around to let the small of his back rest against the table. “Comin’ to a party’s a really fuckin’ strange way of seeking peace,” he pointed out after a moment, throwing a grin sideways at Dimitri. “I’d ask if you’re the kind of person who finds Nirvana between the ass cheeks of some drunk girl, but you seemed pretty unhappy just now, so I’m guessin’ not.” 

The general aura that he’d been giving off the entire night had drawn people to Dimitri, most of them girls praying to get a few minutes of attention and a handful of male suitors looking to test his limits. Yet it seemed that when he turned his gaze to anyone other than the attractive blond next to him they were off in their own worlds much as he was himself. Which, honestly speaking, wasn’t as horrible of a fate as it sounded — if fate meant Tyler was around him and they were forever bound to connect, Dimitri could live with such a thing until he was taking his last breath. He allowed the few seconds to pass before he was nodding and dutifully going to pour the male a drink, thankful that it was whiskey and it could be mistaken as him going for a third, a fourth, a fifth; however many Tyler wanted. He handed the liquor over with a wavering flame in his eyes, green hues greedily taking in anything he could from the scruff on his chin to the veins that popped up from smooth skin on his hands.

“Maybe we’re not seeing the same person,” he said with a lick of his lips. “Parties are my peace. One of them, anyways. I have other vices that aren’t as chaotic as this.” Dimitri made a vague gesture to the grinding bodies on the dance floor to the couples stumbling into the bathroom for a midnight rendezvous. He found a soft smile touching his lips at the ghost of one that flickered on Tyler’s, heart practically skipping a beat at the idea that he had caused it. Dimitri wondered what it’d be like to mold his body with the blond’s, to be so close without a single piece of clothing to separate them from what could only be a night of pure unadulterated bliss. Truth be told that he’d pushed away anyone looking for his comfort between the sheets if only to save himself for the chance that Tyler should want him. Judging by the direction their last text conversation had gone it seemed so, but Dimitri never knew with him. It was frustrating and arousing all at once. “Although… I wouldn’t mind stepping out of my comfort zone once in a while.”

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so don’t you fall in love don’t make me make you fall in love

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✉ dimitri ⇄ tyler

Tyler: Sure you don't, cupcake, sure you don't.

Dimitri: [Message Read]

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✉ dimitri ⇄ tyler

Tyler: "Not curious", yeah right. You're practically begging already.

Tyler: Then don't. Little I can do about that at this moment.

Dimitri: I don't beg.

Dimitri: Yeah, fuck you. I know.

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malachixcroft.

Malachi looked away from Dimitri, his jaw clenching as he realized his brother could see his panic, clear as day. He let his hazel gaze fall to the ring Dimitri was messing with, recognizing the habit for what it was. He was almost surprised his brother hadn’t demanded he’d removed his, the identical ring on his own finger. “Really? That’s what you think, huh? Because your fighting ring is so bloody great, isn’t it? You come home with busted knuckles, bruises on your chest – and then you hope we don’t have a family gathering so you can hide it from mum and dad. Now look at you. Telling me that my work isn’t any good. You’re wrong. I am a great EMT.” Kai was slightly out of breath as he finished, resisting the urge to roll his eyes once more, “I’m sure they do, D. Shut up,” he said lamely, trying to fight the fact that he had looked terrified. Being so close to someone made him clam up, and despite the fact that his social skills were sub par to his brother’s, Malachi at least knew he was genuine. “J – Just let me….put this book down. And we can hang out, or whatever.” He said finally, caving like he always did. Kai would always hope that his brother would love him the way he used to; when they were best friends as well as brothers and nearly inseparable. A shy smile tugged at his mouth at the thought; maybe Dimitri was trying to be better, “What did you want to do?”

If Malachi had flinched visibly then Dimitri had swallowed his own, hearing the vile words falling from his brother’s mouth. There was no doubt about their accuracy — it was true, only it was much worse than a few scattered bruises on his chest. Someone had knocked him square in the jaw once, rendering him to be a shut in until it hadn’t looked as gnarly, and yet his parents had still questioned it just the same as Malachi had, too. Lies slipped so quickly from his lips it was hard to tell what was the truth nowadays, but he’d dug himself so far deep in his hole that it was impossible to start saving himself now.

Dimitri closed his eyes, spinning the ring on his finger faster, stopping only for a few seconds to run the tip of his finger over the beautiful stone embedded in the silver. Looking down at his knuckles now, he could still see the remnants of his last fight, the skin pink and angry despite the tape he’d wrapped around his fists to prevent it as much as he could. “You don’t know shit. I told you, I like to watch, and it’s not like you need to know, but I have a personal trainer. So no, the bruises aren’t just from the fights. Good try, though.” He smiled, as if he’d won a conversation that didn’t need winning. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not exactly the superhero type, although I don’t think that exactly surprises you.”

Perhaps at one point he’d been a superhero to Kai, but the days of them being close had long since passed and didn’t seem repairable at this point. Still, that didn’t stop a trickle of guilt to flood into his chest at the timid smile his brother gave him, setting his precious book aside in favor for a chance to possibly mend things with the brunette. And, try as he might, Dimitri cared, if only a little. “Clubs aren’t your go-to and neither is the underground, although honestly, I don’t think anything of my interest would suit you. So you pick. What do you want to do?” A rare question coming from the Croft’s lips, but one that he was almost genuine in, and one that he’d try to keep a negative face off of if it wasn’t something that sounded appealing.

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✉ dimitri ⇄ tyler

Tyler: As I said, shame. Bet your ass would look its hottest with my cock spreading those cheeks.

Tyler: Not to mention the look on your face as I cum inside of you.

Tyler: But, hey. You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know.

Dimitri: You'd cum inside me? Make me your bitch, right? Make me walk around with your cum dripping down my thighs?

Dimitri: I don't believe you.

Dimitri: You're all bark and no bite.

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tylercolemcn.

Truth be told, the night had been half way over by the time Tyler realized the conversation he had had a few days prior with Dimitri. There were no shortages of parties to go to for Tyler when he had friends outside of the neighborhood he lived in who could house him to help him escape that godforsaken infantile curfew. They’d all flitted casually between two or three parties already, Tyler being moderately tipsy by the time he remembered about the party Dimitri had invited him to. He’d debated himself on whether he should make an appearance at all – it was late, and the last thing he needed was the attention of getting caught sneaking around after curfew. However… he’d lie to himself if he didn’t admit he was a little curious to see this party of Dimitri’s, especially considering their text message conversation. So it was, tipsy as all hell and narrowly having escaped capture, that Tyler made his appearance at the party. He slipped in quietly, unnoticed, and had made his way a fair bit into the crowd before any hands had found his body – though when they did, he immediately let himself be swept away by them. It took him a good moment of half-dancing, grinding, touching and sighing into ears before he actually made his way to the nearest table, ready for more alcohol – and what was more, he’d all but forgotten about Dimitri until he saw the man standing there. A mischievous grin flitted over his lips, and he made a beeline straight for the guy. “One bloody night of what?” he grinned as he came up beside Dimitri, so close that he could instantly feel the heat of his body, fully clothed as it were. Even just side to side, Tyler towered a bit over the other man; and he took advantage of it immediately, towering in closer. “You gonna offer me a drink or what, highness?”

There was something to be said about the way that Dimitri Croft greeted people. He typically squared people with the same friendly smile, the same easy glint in his eyes, and while his outer appearance was that of a young socialite eager to converse with anyone and everyone, there were only a few who knew his ticks, the little things that gave away his inability to mask everything of how he was truly feeling. It should’ve been the same greeting, the same smile and the same glint, the same ticks that would inevitably give him away, yet Dimitri’s body all but hummed with electricity once Tyler was near. A shortness of breath passed his lips as he all but willed himself not to squeeze the circulation out of his fingers as they closed around the glass, hoping to pass it off like he could take his time with answering the taller of the two. And god was he tall, towering over him with a dominance that Dimitri could say he was willing to give up for only a short amount of time. He swallowed the liquor, light hues dragging dangerously over the clothes on Tyler’s body while his mind was begging him to not think of how they would look crumpled in a pile on his bedroom floor. “Of peace,” he said after a moment, finally allowing himself a better glance at the other. Highness. Dimitri had yearned to hear it passing his lips, was ashamed to say that he’d imagined it in his head, though nothing could compare to actually hearing it in person. Tyler’s voice was like velvet, wrapping around him like a vice he didn’t know he craved. “Say that again and I might offer you something better to suck on, love.” The challenge hung in the air, and while he was confident of his words, he found himself doubting their stick as he looked at Tyler. Dimitri had never been unsure of himself a day in his life, yet the thought popped in his head more often than not around the blond. He relented, albeit with hesitation. “What do you want?”

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malachixcroft.

Kai flinched when Dimitri put his hand on him, almost expecting the younger male to shove him in a closet or back to the chair. “Don’t,” he sucked in a breath, taking a step back to separate them. He knew Dimitri didn’t care; the other had never given him a reason to believe otherwise. He knew his brother played everyone in Portland for a fool – he was a womanizer, a flirty, easygoing guy who used their last name as a bargaining chip. Malachi could care less if people knew him, and as an EMT, it was easier to blend into the crowd and be ignored for hours on end. In fact, he preferred that. “Spend time with me? Bloody hell, Dimitri,” he snapped quietly, keeping his voice down because it took too much effort for someone like him to yell. “Yes, mum isn’t here. I know that. Why? Gonna take advantage of the fact so you can shit talk my life a little bit more?” he asked wearily, looking around the room like he was searching for a way out. These conversations stressed him out to no end. He’d heard it all from his brother, though that term was used loosely because he was almost certain Dimitri wished he’d be “unadopted” or something along those lines. 

His eyebrows quirked first at the flinch, at the expression of fear that flitted halfway onto Malachi’s face before it was replaced with something else. He had seen it nonetheless, the way his brother had jolted back from the physical contact, and he’d felt it too — his fingertips burned where they’d touched the other’s shirt, if only for a few brief seconds. The look puzzled him, but more than that, it frightened him. No matter how much he disliked Malachi, his intention hadn’t ever been to instill the fear of god into him. Anyone else, but never him. He resisted the urge to ball his hand into a fist so as not to scare Kai more, though he fingered the family ring, twirling the silver and blue around and around. It was a nervous habit that Kai would undoubtedly pick up on, though in that moment Dimitri couldn’t have cared. “It’s not my fault you chose a shitty path,” he found himself saying regardless, chin raising on its own accord. Malachi was taller than him, so much so that it made him feel small, which only added fuel to his steady-burning fire. “Jesus, Mal. Is it so much to ask for a normal conversation once in a while? I know I’m an asshole, yeah? That doesn’t mean my whole life revolves around it. There are some people that genuinely like me for me, you know.” Well, that wasn’t the entire truth, but he didn’t see Malachi needing to know that information. “Stop looking so fucking petrified. Fuck. I’m not gonna hit you, yeah?”

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shanidelgado.

      “Of course, yeah. You can stay for as long as you need.” A soft smile appeared on her lips as she spoke to her friend, “I was just about to close the gallery. Too many teens have been wandering in here today and I just can’t deal with any more.” That and she was done working for today. Normally, her days were extremely productive, but today she didn’t feel up to it. Most probably since she’d visited Carter’s grave the day before. Without waiting for words from Dimitri, Shani took her key from behind the counter and went over to the door to close it and turn the sign around as well. A wave of relief came over her now that she officially declared her work day to be over. “          Do you want to talk or just.. do your thing?” 

Dimitri found himself gravitating towards Shani instinctively, as it always was with the beauty. They’d found solace in each other at one point after the accident, after they both lost their best friend, and while he’d put the days of rolling around the sheets with her in the past, he still valued her friendship. Many people could say they were friends with him, sure, but none other than three could say they were close to him — and, as it was, one of them was buried six feet underground and the other two were suffering the same aftermath as he, himself, was. “Stay with me?” He asked, the question foreign on his lips but not unheard of. Fingers almost begged to curl around her wrist, tug her to him, perhaps bring his frustrations to something else a little hotter — but no, no, he’d promised himself he wouldn’t complicate anything more with her and Alex. God. Alex would kill him if she ever found out. “Tell me about your day.” He scratched the back of his neck, ducking his head so Shani wouldn’t see the odd vulnerability in his gaze before he shook it away. Turning it towards one of the paintings, he tried to calm his breathing once more. Away from Malachi his world seemed to settle. “Do you have that Pokemon game?”

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taliayang.

Talia couldn’t say she was exactly a fan of drinking; she enjoyed the flavor but she also knew it was a Trojan horse to one’s body – looks and tastes pretty, but it’d ruin everything. That didn’t matter to her when some days got too heavy to carry due to the guilt; how she was alive and Carter wasn’t, asking herself, over and over again, why did he die and why did she live when her life wasn’t more valuable than is. So, taking that into account, some nights – when she didn’t have work in the morning – were perfect to poison her body, slowly but in a rather tasty way. A smirk appeared on her lips when she heard Dimitri’s little pseudo pick-up like; then, she looked at him. “Let me guess – you’re the whole package of fun I’m missing out on. Lucky me.” It was when she needed to speak a complete sentence that she noticed just how much she had had to drink; was she going to stop? Not a chance. “Lead the way.” Talia said after she downed the rest of her drink.

Dimitri let his hands skim across the smooth fabric of her tight dress, hugging the curves of her body until she was finished swallowing the last of her drink. “I wouldn’t say that, but thanks for that,” he smiled, accent slurred just a tad. He hadn’t consumed as much as he had been, but it wasn’t like he was simply buzzed, either. His body felt lightweight, feather-like, and dancing was a definite way to get his blood pumping in all the right places. Dragging Talia to the dance floor, the male found a temporary home in the atmosphere, swaying and grinding to the electro music blasting through the speakers. It wasn’t his taste but after the events of the last couple of months, he’d take any chance he’d get not to feel so utterly broken. How would Carter feel, knowing that his best friend was screwing his little sister? Dimitri couldn’t focus on the idea of him being disappointed, and tried in vain to swallow the slow-forming lump in his throat that he would later blame on being dehydrated. “You look fantastic tonight,” he mumbled instead, lips trailing along the curve of her neck. Large palms slipped along her hips, her waist, came up to lace his fingers with hers before he felt comforted feeling her nails against his scalp. “Bet your dress would look better on my floor, yeah?”

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alexmarkhov.

“Trust me, he doesn’t miss you either.” she joked back, knowing it was just all fun and games whenever it came to Dimitri. She leaned against the clean side of the counter as he reached out to help, letting him take over fully. “That’s resume worthy – Dimitri Croft’s favourite, I’ll be winning at everything. Gee, thanks Dima.” she replied with laughed.

Dimitri rolled his eyes, looking up as he mopped up the shake. Could it be called that? He wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to voice his questions towards the brunette. He tossed the soiled rag in the sink when he was done, washing his hands to get the stickiness off. “I’m a catch, so I don’t know why he’s not missin’ me,” he chuckled, turning back towards Alex. “Yeah? Well, you are. Not many people can say that they’re on my accepted list, but I’ll let you in on a secret — I’m pretty sure you’ve always been first on the list.”

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malachixcroft.

Malachi could care less if Dimitri liked to watch, though the thought of his younger brother being there still made him sick. He’d tried plenty of times to be kind about it all, his gentle nature taking over moreso than often, but it never worked. “Stop pretending to care, Dimitri,” he said finally, exhaustion creeping into his tone. He’d heard everything throughout the years, and now that he was twenty-eight years old, he wasn’t sure he could win their fights anymore. “Yes, Dimitri. Now please, don’t you have someone else to terrorize? Or more women to lead on?” he scowled a little, picking up the books to hold them against his chest. “I’m gonna go now,” he said finally, his tone slightly guarded as he waited patiently for his brother to get out of his way.

Dimitri didn’t blink nor did he show any indication that he’d been caught as his older brother shifted his things before settling him with an annoyed expression. It was in that moment he took time to truly study him — from the weary look in his eyes to the taut set of his lips, it was clear that his presence did more harm than good. “Don’t tell me I don’t care,” he said after a moment, straightening his back and rubbing his thumb along the stubble on his jaw. See, Malachi had it all wrong. It wasn’t that he didn’t care at all. He did, just very little. And while he lacked empathy for the older male, that wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t be devastated if something hurtful happened towards him. Luckily for Dimitri, his brother was a good boy and one that actually listened to what he was told. Watching as he gathered his things and made to leave, the younger of the two stepped in front of him, hand pressing against the fabric of his shirt for a second until he lowered it. Did his touch burn, or was it just his imagination? “You don’t want me to spend time with you, Kai?” Fuck. A slip up, but one that his tongue had easily spewed no matter the length of time it had left his lips last. His tone softened, but only slightly. “Mum’s not here, you know.”

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Tyler: Guidance, huh? Doesn't sound like someone in control to me. Guidance isn't far from ending up on your knees in a bathroom somewhere, highness. Keep that in mind.

Tyler: Course I would. Sounds like you would, too, cupcake. No? Not curious to know what my tip feels like against the back of your throat? Not curious to know what the length of my cock feels like against your tongue? Not curious to know what my cum tastes like filling up that mouth of yours? Among other things?

Tyler: Shame. You'd look hot on your knees, lookin up at me.

Dimitri: Fuck

Dimitri: I

Dimitri: I'm definitely not curious about any of that. Or the other things.

Dimitri: Or how hot I'd look for you when you fuck me

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Tyler: Ah, cupcake, you're long overdue on that front. Life ain't worth living without a decent amount of recklessness.

Tyler: No? C'mon, don't tell me you're not a LITTLE curious to know what it feels like to play your tongue over the tip of my cock. Among other things.

Dimitri: Maybe I need a little guidance.

Dimitri: You would like that, wouldn't you? Making me choke on you... Getting me to submit before fucking me raw... No, I'm not... I'm not curious.