#⌇the king of figures ( 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙩 | ic )

[distopea]

Only one I can send is, Maxim, Maxim and Maxim for Gambit /wheeze

@nvrcmplt

"You love me that much, don't you?" Gambit felt his cheeks flushed by that wave of obsessive desire. "Oh my rabbit... I would kill you, every day, to marry you again and fuck ourselves to oblivion. My little dangerous pack of bones. My nasty lovely cannibal..."

He felt lovey dovey, he rubbed his nose against Maxim's neck. Maxim. Maxim. Maxim.

Maxim... MAXIM... HIS MAXIM.

"I want to eat some soup tonight, it's getting cold."

[distopea]

There was a raised eyebrow when Cheng Zhi mentioned Astra and the fact he had to be careful in his attitude regarding whom he was helping. Surely it felt strange, as Astra wouldn’t bother with such things, but would want his accountant to be back on track whenever he could. Gambit simply chuckled to that, as he wondered if it wasn’t a sort of joke. He simply caught the tonic. 

“Well no one can take away from you that you’re definitely the polite type.” He said before he readjusted his glasses onto his nose and sniffed the tonic. He was already disappointed with the smell of this thing, and surely, the taste wouldn’t be any better. He indulged Cheng Zhi though, and drank the colorful beverage with a grimace. 

“Christ, it’s awful.” He hissed before he settled the glass back onto the night table. “Are you sure that you’re not simply here to monitor me?” He offered a soft smle before he eventually patted the night table to find his phone but couldn't find it. "Mmh, did you take it away?"

distopea​:

When he heard a quiet knock on the door, Gambit was already wide awake. He wasn’t a heavy sleeper in the first place, but with his injury and that bandage rolled around his waist, he couldn’t find a comfortable position. He wasn’t the most impatient person when it came to injuries, but he was quite unhappy with this situation. Most of his meetings were handled by either Kaizen or Zodiac, leaving Gambit with nothing but excel sheets and other applications. 

“Come in.” He growled while he massaged his eyelids, patting the night table to find his glasses - otherwise, the world would remain blurry forever. He tried to straighten himself up against the board of the bed, but his motions were slow, almost agonizing, while he felt that awful pain throbbing against his ribs. 

“Good morning, Cheng Zhi.” He greeted once the door was opened, Gambit’s green eyes falling onto the features of his new nurse. He had been specially hired for his condition, which was even more frustrating for the accountant. “You can leave it here.” He pointed at the night table with his index. “And no need to call me Sir, really…”

//  “ Good morning to you too, sir. ” Cheng Zhi only stepped in upon reading the appropriate expression. Although his language polite, his hair hung over his eyes, lending an air of mystery. His uniform was simple, but easy to move in when action was required. He approached to place the tonic onto the table. Though average in stature, the veins apparent on his hands and forearms signaled strength in them to lift fallen patients. 

  “ I am an attendant of the whims of Master Astra, whoever he assigns me, I have to address them appropriately. ”

    A pause. “ Sir. ”

  He smiled, tilting his head in a playful manner. He wasn’t specifically assigned that rule but the fact he had signed a very fancy disclosure agreement and the zeros of his paycheck would make anyone’s eyes fall out meant that this person was important to his employer, either business wise or familiar. 

  “ However… if you have a separate preference, I will be happy to accommodate. ”

[distopea]

Maxin wasn't happy --- not at Gambit, no not yet. . . But Her. She, who lived and breathed working in that building for them. She looked so sweet and boring at the same time. Her glasses were ugly, her clothing bland and didn't entice even his appetite which wasn't hard at all to make his tongue roll in a pool of saliva but she made him dry as a bone. Finding Gambit wasn't hard, his lover like himself, just as paranoid, just as cute and sneaky. A tracker sown in his collar? Genius, Maxim shamelessly returned the favor - his however involved a bit of sleeping pills, a skin flap and a flawless needle incursion to make his tracker more . . . Permanent.

Still, that wasn't the point right now.

Instead, he was staring across the way - in full view with cake in his fingers, squished and coffee in the other cold and full to the rim. He wasn't happy but - Gambit, no, Ezra promised him, didn't he? Couldn't live without him? Couldn't be without him. They almost burned together to prove that, once. Inhaling and tossing the cake onto its place and wrapping his tongue around his fingers smeared in the mess, he exhaled with tension loosening.

Ebb and flow, but soon enough, he reached for his phone to finally send a text to his lover. [ You are all mine. ] A simple and forward text, something that made even his spine tingle to his toes.

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“Ah! Mister Collins! Mister Collins, wait!” 

Maggie had run all the way down to catch Gambit before he could leave the building. She had forgotten to hand him a few documents she had worked on, after their quick meeting to oversee what she had been digging for the past few weeks. She managed to catch him when he left the main entrance, grabbing his sleeve to get his attention, as he seemed to sometimes have the head in a cloud. 

That was exactly Gambit’s state of mind right now. He had received a text from his lover, his eyes already scanning the area to figure out if Maxim was around. The two of them had the habit of stalking one another like the two crazy lovers they were. He had barely had time to finish reading when he had felt fingers wrapped around his arm. He turned around, adjusting his glasses, slightly shocked. 

“Oh, Maggie,” Gambit said, surprised that she was still around. He had goosebumps running down his spine, definitely certain that Maxim was nearby. He had understood over the months that his lover was quite… determined. Gambit’s eyes felt on Maggie’s fingers, as he wiggled off her grip and politely offered a smile. He had never liked physical contact anyway, at least not with whom he considered subordinates or acquaintances. Plus, without even knowing, she was turning his relationship into a paranoid mess. 

… Was he into it? 

He thought about it, it was running inside his mind like hamsters on a wheel. He loved it. Fuck, he adored it. He wanted Maxim to be out of control. To let his paranoia get the best of him. It was so good... So hot... 

“So, yes, I thought we could investigate this firm as well. If this police officer is involved with criminal organizations, it’s worth trying!” Maggie finished talking, and Gambit blinked, as he had barely listened to her words. He quickly checked the street and could see a flash of white hair somewhere. His heartbeat began to pulsate inside his throat. He was in danger; he knew it. He could taste that the air surrounding him was different; charged with a certain electricity. Maxim could attack them both if he wanted, driven by his uncontrolled jealousy and his uncommon violence. 

He would probably slice her throat right in front of him, and maybe… Just maybe, they would have the best fuck in the back alley over there, or in the parking lot, again? Gambit felt his crotch growing hard. He was such a pervert… He hoped that Maggie wouldn’t notice he was turned on right now; it was definitely not about her. 

“I’ll have to see if we can safely investigate. I don’t want you to be endangered because of my little suspicions over one group.” He lied to her face, as he pushed his glasses up onto his nose. He heard another ding and immediately checked at his phone, a little pout appearing onto his features when he saw it was only an app advertisement. “Off you go, now, Maggie. Don’t you have classes?” He said with a friendly tone, while he pictured her cute round face half-eaten by his lover. 

He didn’t wait for her to answer, he quickly turned around and gripped his phone, opening his text message. 

2:47pm: Bony, you see me right? I’m horny. I want you. You’re all mine. 

[distopea]

Maxin reaching out to grab Ezra by the throat, though it would seem violent, if it wasn't in bed and himself on top, leaning down to devour the very mouth of his lover finally home and at his mercy. Holding a wrist at mercy upon the bed, knees tight around hips and his tongue deep in their teeth - the cannibal drooled and drank their lovers taste to his very core. Eager to reignite the passion in the long wait for their return here.

Only when he was finished, did the Russian sit up straight with a mere beam upon his features and move to stroke down Ezra's chest to stop at his stomach. "Welcome home."

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“I’m home!” Gambit was delighted to say as he entered his apartment, pushing his glasses back onto his nose to be sure he wouldn’t miss Maxim. His sight was definitely bad, and with the freezing weather outside, there was still a lingering cloud of mist covering his specs. He looked around, uncertain if he had missed that Maxim might be away today. Perhaps he had been called for a job, but usually he would receive a text to let him know. No one in the kitchen... No one in the living room... He felt that familiar anxiety blooming, a frown crossing his features, while he didn’t even leave his coat. 

Where was he?

The more the anxiety was building and the less Ezra looked like a decent human being. There was a smile curling his lips, ugly in every way possible, as he grabbed his phone and started to head to the bedroom to make a few phone calls. “This little… This little fucker, so that’s how he plays with me? I’m going to find him… I’m going to find him and he’s going to pay. My baby boy… I’m going to make him pay!” He cursed, ready to send men to find his lover. Oh, and then what would he do? His heart was bumping hard within his chest, his needs and urges for violence becoming erratic and uncontrolled, to the point he didn’t notice Maxim in the room… At least not until he was plastered onto the bed and straddled. 

“B…Bony?” Ezra muttered, his glasses falling off his nose to slide down his cheek, almost shocked that his lover hadn't betrayed him in the end. He blinked before he found his answer with a passionate kiss offered by the cannibal. Yet, as he was losing himself in this greeting, he felt his entire body trembling with the urgent rush of violence and murder intentions. He kissed him more harshly than before, until their saliva met the metallic taste of their blood. He clipped his hands hard onto the other one’s hips, unable to escape his own, but here… Here for sure, he felt at home. 

“Ah…” Gambit gasped for air when his mouth was free, his chest going up and down, his green eyes unable to look away. “Oh my baby…” He said, moving his thumbs into his thighs in a loving way. “I thought I needed to put a contract on your head. I wanted to kill you.” What a relief…! Maxim was still his. Ezra patted the bed to find his glasses, before he fixed them onto his nose. “What about some squash soup for tonight?” 

[distopea]

Another smell.

It made Maxim pause in his movements of hanging up his coat in the closet. Staring at one of the many cardigan sweaters his money man wore to frown upon the oddity. It was faint… It was disgusting. He stared and stared, fingers numbing as he released his coat to the floor to instead pry the hanging item from within to hold it in hand. The fabric was worn, bobbled a bit from the months of it being used often. Ezra was thick in its fabric, a favorite of Maxim's, but his nose right now was scrunching up. His teeth clenched as he bought it closer to sniff. There… There.

Right there.

"Woman?" He whispered as if cursing the very species, but it was mostly just this one bitch, this one feral cunt, this one uncooked snack that was daring to scent his precious thing? His one and only? Maxim's lashes fluttered, his bloodlust grew, his desire to maim went through the roof but first, destruction. He didn't stop when Ezra stepped into the home either, with tossing the jumper into the kitchen sink, proceeding to grab the blow torch from under the sink and burn the fucking item to black ash.

Staring and watching, Maxim stared upon the offensive piece before turning to his beloved. His vision clouded, his body was contaminated. "Cheater." Spat with venom. "Who is she? I'll hunt her down and skin her alive in front of you?! How dare you!?" Ah, the blowtorch was tossed at Ezra with ease, the kitchen drawers yanked open with a rattle of metal and a broken hinge, but it wasn't the issue. It was the knives that Maxim was so happily trained in now in his hands. "Did she touch you? Suck your dick? Better than me? I'm going to cut it off, cut every part of you off that she's touched."

@nvrcmplt

There was an orchid in his hands, a broad smile on his lips when he stepped out of the elevator to go home. He had spent the day outside, going to different meetings, had a drink at the Amazon Club with Zodiac before the weekend opening, and now he was excited about getting back to his man at home. Truly, he thought that he was the luckiest; he had been nothing but in a bubble since he had met the Russian cleaner, thrilled every day to be greeted by his toothy smile and his smell of fresh blood. 

“Bony, I’m home!” Gambit greeted him while he opened the door, already ready to present the flowers to his boyfriend, but the moment he left the corridor to enter the kitchen, he was shocked. He stopped right there, watching Maxim toying with the kitchen burner, his eyes expressing nothing but the most profound rage. Gambit swallowed his spit while he barely escaped the attack with the burner, feeling a scratch on his shoulder before he eventually moved from his spot.

Cheater?! WHAT? 

“Bony, what are you talking about?” He raised both of his hands to prevent a potential knife attack, but Maxim was way too eager to swing his numerous blades and he knew that his lover didn’t seem to listen. “Cheating? Me?! Are you crazy?!” He was even more shocked that Maxim could ever think he was capable of such things. And if he had to be hurt just to prove his words, he would muster his courage. “How dare you even think that!” 

He stepped forward, and too bad if he would get stabbed for that, but his relationship was at stake and he was too scared to lose it that even saving his life seemed meaningless right now. “I love you! I love only you! I have never looked at any other man, let alone a woman, since I met you!” Closer, and closer, despite the burning scent of the carpet behind his back and the fact that Maxim looked nothing but psychotic. “I don’t know what ever made you believe I could betray you, but I’m not that kind of man!” He stood there, clenched his fist, and eventually gripped Maxim’s wrist. A first slice. “I’d rather you stabbed me to death than ever lay my eyes, even less my hands, upon any other body than yours!” 

He tried to get rid of the knife, but he got cut another time, before he eventually managed to throw the deadly weapon onto the ground. He was now bleeding abundantly. “Bony, Bony, please, please, listen to me.” He sighed, the smoke within the room quite thicker than before, and the kitchen floor covered in droplets of blood. The fire alarm started to ring, and the water began to pour from the ceiling. He was shivering like a rat, his glasses covered with a veil of mist. “I have been a miserable and pathetic bachelor with no one in his bed for more than ten years, and you can ever believe that I will take the risk to ruin what is the most precious in my life?” He circled Maxim’s cheeks and pressed his lips on his, risking to lose his tongue or lips for that. 

Whether Maxim wanted to attack him again or not, he would let him. Gambit was too much falling in a psychotic love to ever think that this moment was toxic. For him, it was the only proof that Maxim loved him back. 

[distopea]

❝  i don’t like the way they keep staring at you.   ❞ //Maxim

@nvrcmplt

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS (always accepting)

He licked his finger while he was finishing that large cup of ice cream he had ordered for dessert. He liked to go out with Maxim, doing normal things like normal people would do, pretending they weren’t mass killers, hackers, body cleaners, or money laundry people. Yet, he wasn’t really sure why Maxim seemed so upset; he didn’t have pranked him with a vegetarian meal like last time, but he was far less happier than when they had started to dine together. For Gambit, it was a sign; times of drama and despair were coming ahead. He dropped his spoon inside the glass cup and stiffened. 

“You’re breaking up with me.” He said with a dramatic tone, eyeing Maxim with a profound sadness. “You have barely touched your pavlova, and it’s been ten minutes, you’re muted. Bony, I know something is wrong!” Gambit felt his heart squeezed within his chest, all those negative emotions like a dozen knives cutting his flesh and bones. “I knew I should have done something with the Vicente contract. I wish I had worked better, but I couldn’t find those bank accounts in time and…” Gambit caved in and grabbed Maxim’s fingers, until the Russian would dare to look at him again. 

“I can be a better man, so please, could you give me a chance? I can make it better. I can find more corpses for your experiences… Please?” But instead of hearing something that he had anticipated during his entire monologue, Maxim eventually intertwined their knuckles and explained what was bothering him. A group of people were staring at them, probably amused by the clashing aesthetics and their strange appearances. Plus, they had been nothing but lovey-dovey during the entire dinner, and it seemed it had been an amusing show for a few immature people. 

Gambit felt a wave of reassuring feelings crossing his entire body, while he oozed with comfort. He clenched his hand harder. “We can kill them.” He wasn’t thinking straight, but from the sudden rush of paranoia and fear that he had experienced, and the potential loss of his boyfriend, he was clearly in another kind of mood. “We set a trap in the parking lot, we take one them to teach them a lesson and then you can have fun with the body. I loved it so much when you cut out those lungs from that man’s back the other day. It was poetic.” He sighed in relief and brought Maxim’s hand to his mouth. 

“I want to pay cash for this dinner. And if you're not in the mood for some old-fashioned hunting, then we can perhaps pomp up those figures on your bank account, and then…” He paused and rubbed his cheek against his palm. “I want to have sex with you.” 

[distopea]

@nvrcmplt for Vàclav

He stepped out of the car, folding his coat around his waist while he adjusted his glasses, the rain covering them with a veil of tiny and transparent bubbles. It was early in the morning, but for Gambit, the perfect moment of the day to settle a new deal. As usual, his sleep schedule had been ruined by other nocturnal occupations, pushing one of the top commanders of the Cleaners to be obsessively focused on excel sheets and other dark websites to get rid of dirty money before they might be tracked by a ferocious inspector. 

They clearly needed to gain another man of trust in the Nebula they had created, someone able to stay under the radar, allowing the group to store more items before other expeditions. Once they would be able to set off those weapons out of the country, the tensions within the territory would settle down and he knew it. But with the season and the bad weather conditions, alas, the cargo they would usual reroute for their business was stuck in a sea of icebergs - too dangerous to gain the coast for now. 

Gambit eventually noticed the shape of a man waiting near the docks, the morning light barely enough to draw his shape in the blooming dawn. And with his poor sight, the accountant of the Cleaners wasn’t even sure of the man’s identity, even if from here, it would be quite a coincidence for a perfect stranger to stand near the entrance of what seemed to be a totally abandoned warehouse. He hummed and closed the door of his car with a certain enthusiasm, making sure at the same time that he had packed his discreet gun around his belt. 

Better be safe than sorry in that kind of area. 

He slowly crossed the distance, his gray and dirty blond hair slowly plastered against his skull, while the drizzle outside wouldn’t stop its tantrum. He eventually stopped in front of Vàclav, as he hoped to recognize for good his new and potential business partner. “Such terrible weather this morning.” He said casually, as if he weren't about to skirt the law and organize a new wave of criminality downtown, already eager to see the aftermath of this secret deal in the next few months.

“You must be Vàclav.” He presumed, and extended his fingers, cold and wet because of the rain. “Gambit. A pleasure to finally meet.” 

[distopea]

Idle, his fingers stretch over the back of Ezra's neck as the foam melts away under his touch - stroking thumbs firmly into the knots of muscle and pushing it towards the base of his skull to loosen it fully - he smiled upon the sight of his lover melting. One leg rests on Gambit's shoulder, the other tucked under his armpit, as he settled on the flat edge with a low hum of some lullaby his mother used to hum for him. He tended to Ezra's pained neck - leaning down to inhale the scent of his hair and kiss at his scalp before circling his fingers around the others' throat to make him lean back and look up at him. "Shall I stay forever, Money man?" He charmed, lowering to kiss upon those lips once and twice before retreating with a snicker.

"You make me not miss home, strange - I usually run when jobs are finished to return to Mama and back to the craft." He sighed with some wonder, shifting to stroke his damp digits through Ezra's hair over his lap now and continue to massage his lover's face with his thumbs. "This country is shit but you make it worthwhile." //Maxim

@nvrcmplt

It was quite a strange sensation… To feel so strongly and immensely at ease, even when the fingers of a mass butcher rubbed against his nape. His guard was entirely down, and Gambit experienced nothing but endless bliss, traveling as fast as those waves of warmth provoked by those skilled fingers. For an accountant, surely he was working too much, but Maxim was surprisingly caring. The two of them had grown quite obsessed with one another, pushing the limits of decency, along with the plane ticket Maxim had booked several weeks ago. From a simple business trip, he was now a long-time resident inside Gambit’s apartment. 

“What did you say?” Gambit asked, his green eyes suddenly wide open. Despite his thick accent, he had perfectly heard what his lover had expressed. He didn’t resist and threw his head backward, his scalp hitting the thighs of the Russian boy, immediately greeted by a kiss on his lips. “Did I hear you well?” Oh, it happened again. The smile and light blush invading Gambit’s cheeks were nothing but animated by a profound flame of obsession and toxic intentions. Perhaps Maxim knew that he was being monitored, but he was the first one to look unbothered by the accountant’s behaviors; and he was talking just perfectly. 

For a moment, he almost purred under the sweet ministrations of the killer, his whole mind boiling with thoughts and desires. Yes! Yes, it was perfect. He would stay under his watch and forever. Forever was the only thing he had ever wanted for them… 

“Yes, you may!” He moved from his spot, pressed his foot on the ground to slightly turn around and grabbed the oiled hands of Maxim. “If you want it… But you want it, that’s what you’re saying?” Gambit’s voice was trembling under excitement, before he eventually thought that he should get a grip on himself. Kaizen was right; he was losing control too easily. He gave another nod, and brought both Maxim’s hands to his lips, kissing each knuckle with profound adoration.

“I can buy towels and toothbrushes, if you want new sheets or even a new mattress, you just need to ask, bony. Whatever equipment or tools you’ll need for your next cleaning, I’ll have them ready for you. I’ll make you feel at home.” He promised, with only genuine feelings. “This home will be your nest. I’ll take care of everything! Everything, do you hear me?” 

[distopea]

Gambit’s morning routine was always the same; waking up way too early, reading the news, eating two pieces of bread with jam and a boiled egg, shaving, then opening his other laptop. Things were going rather fine for the Cleaners these days, and all the current operations were running smoothly. He heard a bip on his phone, gazed at the screen to see the news of the night regarding the performance of the Amazon Club, along with a few details regarding Diego’s work to take the lead in a new hotel downtown and investing money in future transactions. Apparently, he had succeeded in working his charm with the Swiss heir of those hotel lines, and he would be able to make a deal as the Cleaners had required. Gambit only needed to make sure that the money he had laundered for the occasion was safely stored in an offshore account, and he had a meeting with his shady broker at 9am to discuss that particular topic. 

Quite in a good mood, Gambit entered the taxi with no real apprehension for the day. He didn’t carry any important documents, but enough to pretend that he was only an accountant from a large international company. He gave his instructions to the taxi driver, and eventually gripped his favorite newspapers to see how the Giant had been performing last night. As usual, Gambit was in his little world, his mind only buzzing with the various tasks ahead and what Astra needed to secure his territory. He didn’t pay attention to the ruckus outside, quite used to the busy and loud streets of the city, but still though, his attention was caught when he heard someone knocking on the taxi’s window. 

A frown crossed his features while it seemed that he was the target of what seemed to be a police officer. Gambit quickly checked on the features of the individual, while he had several connections within the State police and several offices around the neighborhood. This man was no one he had seen before. He gripped his briefcase with no expression whatsoever, as he analyzed the whole situation. When the door was opened, Gambit had no choice but to surrender.

Slammed against the car, he listened attentively to Miranda's rights along with the charges, before he raised a surprised eyebrow. Because of those allegations, he knew that a police officer would never proceed to this arrest alone. He observed the street and noticed the lack of reinforcement, which only led his analysis to a certain conclusion. He was currently being kidnapped.  

“I’m definitely sure this is a mistake, officer.” Gambit stated patiently, before he was shoved in another car, hands behind his back. If only he had time to grip his phone, he would have sent a signal to Kaizen right away for his friend to track his GPS. Yet, he wasn’t panicking either. A police officer with no federal attribution for this arrest meant that he wasn’t what he pretended and he had to keep him alive, otherwise he would have received a bullet from a sniper.

Someone had put a contract over his head, and now, he would have to be patient regarding the outcome of this reckless decision. He looked through the window for a second, before he felt a pair of blue eyes observing his features. Gambit offered a polite smile. 

“Five million?” There was a hint of surprise in the back of his voice. Gambit sighed and pressed his back against the backrest, watching the busy streets becoming far less reputable places the more they were driving. “You tell me, officer, you’re the one with the buzzing phone in your pocket.” He could hear perfectly that this hitman was harassed by someone. He paused before he eyed the car mirror once more, catching a glimpse of those blue eyes.

“But I’m very late for an important meeting, and my boss is not the most patient man. You have been kind enough to swat me with my briefcase, along with a few papers regarding my identity and who I’m supposed to meet today.” Gambit smiled again; for someone who was no one, he was still clearly reacting in a too detached way. “I’m sure you’ll understand that this is an awful mistake.” 

      Once, long time ago, the sound of an alarm brought the spirit back from the realm of dreams into the corporeal body for the most important daily event: school. Now; it wasn't the sound of an alarm that opened heavy eyelids, or the angry steps of a mother aware her child would be late to class; it was the buzzing of his phone – like a storm inside his head wreaking havoc, that disturbed the closest semblance of peace Ghost had. His eyelids refused to open. The weight of the heavens was on them, and the eyelids were Atlas' hands, carrying the lightness of being and peace so desired, yet so out of reach. Even when they opened, the lightness was gone in an instant, like a breeze on a hot summer day.

      A message. Few instructions (one of them being to capture the man and bring him alive), locations, sightings. Few pictures.

      Light hair, average height, glasses, formal wear. Office worker, perhaps? The man was nothing but ordinary in his looks, but Ghost was more than aware that the most ordinary men were the most dangerous. Their aura of fragility and kindness nothing but a veil hiding the worst intentions, a sickness hungry for power and control they themselves cannot tame.

      The phone buzzed again, indicating an anonymous message. I'm giving you a head start because I love you. Make me proud. - Your stepfather.

      Kafka. Between him and Nikolai, Ghost couldn't decide which man he disliked more. The only good thing about both was the money they paid for jobs. Equally provocative, equally rotten to the core. An exhale from lips was the way of letting things go, stretches were a way to set mind to focus. A head start could've been anything from a few minutes to a few hours. He wouldn't count on it too much, having experienced bounty hunts offered for mere entertainment.

      He drove around the streets of New York, albeit slowly. It wasn't uncommon for the traffic jam to occur as there were simply too many cars in the morn. His eyes would flicker to his phone occasionally, even if only to soothe the anxiety rising with a new informative message. Time was of the essence, and while he would've taken his were he the only hitman on the job, the knowledge of there being a competition soon only pushed he steeled his nerves faster.

      Half an hour later, the information he was given prior was released on Eden's hidden channels. Those who wished for five million dollars in their pockets would be on the move. An informant under the alias of Cupcake gave a sighting of the man in the picture. In a taxi, they wrote. The location was very close to where Ghost was. He parked his vehicle for swapping cars when needed and jogged to where the taxi was. Part of the traffic jam and moving slowly. Slowly enough for him to walk over and get the driver's attention.

      He hated how unplanned and rash the situation was. How it exposed him to witnesses and put him in danger.

      " You have someone I want. " The car doors were opened then, and the man he was supposed to kidnap seemed to pay no attention to it. Ghost yanked him out of the seat, pushed him onto the car, and cuffed his hands. " You, sir, are under arrest for money laundering, hacking into government facilities, and partaking in criminal acts against the State. " Improvised fake cop on the spot with the knowledge he possessed. Some of it was improvisation too. " You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say will be used against you in court. You have the right to a lawyer and if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you." Feet directed him towards the street where the car was parked and waiting, all in hopes an actual cop doesn't appear out of nowhere. Whatever protests the taxi driver and other people may have had have been put to rest once Ghost started reciting Miranda rights.

      The cuffed man was put into his car, doors were locked, and he slowly retracted from where he came from. So far, no one was in their tracks, but that could change at any moment. Notifications were buzzing in his pocket, which very well may be regarding the target's current location. Ghost still couldn't figure out why the man wasn't requested killed. Kidnapping wasn't his forte, but money was money.

      Blue hues rested on the man for a moment, his demeanor telling how unordinary he really was. It piqued his interest, even if it shouldn't have. " What have you done to have a five million bounty on your head? " / @distopea

[distopea]

Gambit loved to shower her with gifts, it was nice. Though, she was never sure how she could show him the same affection. Maybe in the same way?

She knew that he would normally tuck is phone into the pocket of his jacket. This time around there was something tucked in there right alongside it. A small box wrapped in a pastel blue paper and tied with a neat white satin bow. An envelope along side it contained a small little card. Adorned with drawings of different colored hearts that surrounded tiny neat handwriting.

Don't forget. I am yours. You are mine. Good luck at work today.

Inside the box there was a thin metal tie clip, polished silver and neat as a pin. At the very end there was a 'T' etched in but was only visible from certain angles of light. To Gambit, it probably was not much since he could really afford anything he wanted....but Tim just wanted to show appreciation for him even just a little bit.

@technobratx

It was past 3am when he woke up, getting himself ready for a special delivery he would have to monitor, since Requiem was out of town and Zodiac was keeping an eye on the activities of the Amazon Club. He looked aside, his green eyes tenderly observing the sleeping shape of Timantha, her nose buried deep inside the blanket. It was winter time after all, Gambit could see that there was fog on his window.

He abandoned the bed after he dropped a little kiss on the top of her forehead, heading to the bathroom to retrieve the set of clothes he had prepared. After a quick shower, he only had to dress and comb his hair, putting his glasses on to perfect his look, even if there was nothing impressive here. Just the casual attorney that was heading to his office a bit too early.

Before he left the apartment, he grabbed his jacket, placing his wallet into one pocket, then his phone in the other, only to notice that there was something. He frowned, as he didn't remember putting something else there, and retrieved a box he had never seen before. He noticed the hand note, covered in cute and childish little hearts, his heartbeat slightly increasing while he felt even more in love. He opened the box, a soft chuckle abandoning his throat, the T shape of the pin quite perfect.

He pinned it to his tie, brushing the cold material with the tip of fingers. It was such a thoughtful attention... Gambit took his phone out, typing one message:

🐰 I found something in my pocket before leaving...

🐰 I'd love to take you out tonight, why don’t we have dinner together?

🐰 Sleep well, my bunny, I'll be back home at noon.

[distopea]

Он выглядит так, будто хочет трахнуть меня через стол. Да - он думает обо мне и об этом столе, еле сдерживается, похоже, тоже. Встреча слишком затянулась, Гамбит? Я понимаю, я тоже хочу уйти, красавчик. А, интересно, под столом он твердый? Ах, теперь я хочу попробовать его на вкус… Аааа, эта встреча должна поторопиться.

He looks like he wants to fuck me across the table. Yeah - he's thinking about me and this table, can barely hold it in it seems too. Meeting just too long, Gambit? I understand, I want to leave too, handsome. Ah, I wonder if he's hard under the table? Ahh, now I want to taste it… Aaah, this meeting needs to hurry up.

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He wished he could stay focus on the figures right in front of his glasses but his attention was elsewhere. He couldn't help but stare at him from across the table... He couldn't help but think about him all the time.

Did he want him to do that? Did he know how much he was obsessed? He had stayed up all night monitoring his phones and his web researches, just to be sure that NO ONE would ever dare to be between them, just like this table right now.

He wanted him. Right now. Always. Forever. Did he think about him too? Ah, he wanted to lock him up. Break his bones so he would nurse him and feed him from a silver spoon. He could kiss him right now. Ah, should he track his car too? Him. Ah! Him! Oh? Was this meeting finally over?

[distopea]

While they were still standing outside of the building, Gambit gave a new glance to the whole area. The pouring rain felt uncomfortable, but he wasn’t in a hurry either, as he wanted to be sure that everything would be secured for the Cleaners. Vàclav seemed far more nervous than he had ever imagined, but after all, it was also a meeting with the local underground business and not some regular fisherman asking for a new place around the docks. Everything that would happen in this building would be illegal, and Gambit had been quite explicit through his polite tone. He nodded though, as he felt as drenched as a cat. 

“Yes, please, lead the way.” He offered another of his polite smiles, definitely looking like the most genuine accountant possible. He wasn’t built like a mountain like Kaizen, and didn’t have that punk look like Zodiac. Even if the police would come to inspect the area, he was perfectly able to mislead them, like he had done so many times in the past. He was quick to follow Vàclac inside the building, narrowing his eyes for a second while he was adjusting to the darkness of the place. Of course, he couldn’t be surprised with that kind of place, but he was still quite pleased to see there wasn’t too much work. 

“Well, it’s promising.” He said and clipped his briefcase under his arm, pushing his locks right back onto his skull as he began to inspect the area. The warehouse was fitting their need of space for the next deliveries, and it was clean enough for the cops not to investigate too closely. They wouldn’t put a brand on the building, but at least, it wasn’t looking shady or suspicious. He continued to look around, gathering the intel Vàclav told him so he didn’t miss a thing. They would probably need to bribe another import company if they had to put offices in there. 

“Yes, I’m very pleased with your hard work.” He nodded and turned around, focused now on Vàclav’s features. He looked slightly less formal than he was just a few minutes ago; perhaps he needed a tour of this area to feel reassured. “We will be able to secure our merchandise with this place, I’m glad we’re doing business together.” He offered a new smile and eventually took a few pictures with his phone, at least to reassure Astra as well.

“Do you know who was the prior owner of this place? Are we sure we can safely sign documents regarding the loan without getting a shady party involved?” 

Václav wasn't a fan of the light rain on the weather but he couldn't deny it suited the mood of the office place as he exited the high-rise to head to the car. With only three of his usual guards with him, it was a light happening, discreet in location but paperwork legit and in brown envelopes. He didn't speak to many on his way, but with them arriving at the warehouses, he needed to fill and get someone to pay for a while. He stepped out of his own car with umbrella opened above him, he took the umbrella off his guard to dismiss him back into the vehicle and to park around the back. Furthermore, he'd be in sight but it'll be far enough for business to conclude without watchful souls all the time.

He didn't think this Gambit was dangerous - since the emails and phone calls they've had over the last few weeks had a sense of urgent need. Václav took up his spot after checking his watch and was pleased to know it'll be a few minutes until this person would arrive at the location. His gaze in the meantime took in his land here, the buildings' upkeep was up to per with the laws, rust in some corners but overall in great condition. The last users moved country so they didn't need his land for the end of their shipments being placed elsewhere. Fine for them but it left him with a gap thus - the open spot offered across the grapevine of businesses in need of storage placement.

His attention from staring at the port was broken by the flash of headlights, then the engine dying out with the opening of a door. Listening to the morning drizzle was a lulling time, but with a few blinks and turning on the spot, he faced the figure heading towards him. Gloved digits squeezed out a nervousness in his pocket before it retreated to be offered in reflex to them. "Indeed - but still refreshing at this hour. Do you need an umbrella?" He asked with a polite tone, thick with his mother tongue's twang but it matched what was on the phone so he wasn't anyone else today. "Pleasure's mine. Gambit." The shake of hands was a polite one, firm but with a good hold - not limp wrist even this early in the morning.

"If you'd like to follow me, I'll show you the inside." Václav didn't hesitate upon walking towards the opening - it's larger doors were chained shut, but the personal access door was to its right, metal and with two locks. Manual and electronic. He had both keys on him, a master key to override both, before stepping aside to let Gambit inside first to get out of the rain. He needed a moment to close his umbrella and leave it in a metal bin before he was back at Gambit's side. The orange headlights above gave the warehouse a warm look, but not a stuffy one due to the sheer size of the inside.

Václav let Gambit have that moment to look at the openness himself before adjusting his blaze button and checking his watch to begin. "This is the middle size Warehouse requested in your last email. One hundred and Forty-five thousand square feet. That not including the footage of zoned areas, your offices and bathrooms." Though they were already in place, since he motioned towards a mezzanine set up in three areas and under them - rested simple office places with singular windows facing the floor and main door. "The offices here are able to move if they aren't where you desire them. The bathrooms are fixed however due to piping. You'll have four sets of bathrooms in every corner of the warehouse." Those were again small and simple, but full plumbing because he wasn't having any porter potty shit in his lane.

Václav turned his eyes back to Gambit, hoping it was an air of approval for this place - though he wasn't sure what they were going to be storing here, it seemed to be pretty big and plentiful. By both sea and road, Václav motioned to the door they just entered from, but more so the larger door that could be rolled upwards. "Road loading zone has fast access, but depending on the size of your cargo, it'll be worth using it as a safety net to bring the items through to then unload within the warehouse. The back and left entrances are best of sea delivery - they both has access to the port itself." It was ten times more efficient just docking a ship in the space provided and emptying it in one swell swoop with crane and fork lifts.

For now though, Václav left it at that - the major areas of the warehouse were in the details of his envelope, but this was after all a verbal confirmation with a visual upon the property in limbo. "Hope it meets your expectations, Gambit."

[distopea]

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Fingers slither down Gambit's nape as the butcher stands behind him - nude if it wasn't for his snug boxers and blood stain boots. His skin covered in scarring glistened from small amounts of cold sweat - the freezer space was void of corpses now, only meat strung up as if it was cow or pig. Acid baths bubbles in silence of the corners of the room - bone dust pulverized into piles slowly being pushed into running sewer drains with blood and organ mush, those that couldn't be sold of course.

"Managed to save liver, kidneys and lungs, the heart was covered in fat though so not great for anyone. The rest have been stored for transport; I take the left femur, the rest cleaned up and sold off to a collector in Asia. The broken bone crushed and disposed off." He spoke with ease, looking over the tables' company with his face still wearing his dog muzzle - it was the best way, since he did have a tendency to indulge in his niche diet whilst working.

"Skinned flesh and muscle have been packed up and handed over to family, gave you 5k bonus for the good condition." Mostly Oleg's doing, but extra pocket money for the crew. "Anyone else, love?"

A shiver traveled down his spine when he recognized the cold fingers of his lover exploring his nape. It gave him such a rush of adrenaline, he had a hard time not turning around and jumping on Maxim right away. They still needed to finish this job before they would eventually move on to even funnier activities. Gambit removed his glasses for a second, a cloud of fog covering it, while he took his time to clean them with his shirt. He observed the area with admiration gleaming in the back of his green eyes – truly, Maxim was always such a creative being.

“Oh, you did manage a lot.” He smiled while he turned around and readjusted his glasses onto his nose. His features couldn’t hide the emotions he felt for his lover, all of his body unable to remain too far away from his naked silhouette. He stepped closer, removed a tiny piece of bone that was stuck in his white hair. Gorgeous. Immaculate. He listened to the way Maxim had handled the whole situation once more, becoming such a maestro of cleaning bodies whenever there was a mess. A fairy in his own domain, even though it was surrounded by blood, bones and guts.

“If the retinas are still intact, we have a client in our clubs who’s interested in collecting them. We’re moving money in his fictitious company soon, I guess we could give him something, so he’d be more inclined for our next laundry day.” Gambit continued, before he eventually rolled his fingers around his waist. He could kill an entire nation just for the sake of having Maxim by his side every day.

“Not for today. Soon.” He purred and nibbled his earlobe, his lips traveling against his cold neck. He smelled like ethanol and dry ice, along with a lingering scent of blood. He hummed and kissed the bottom of his neck, his fingers caressing the length of his back. “I wondered what I should do so you don’t have to take that plane in a week.” He whispered, while he slowly pushed Maxim and wrapped both of his hands under his thighs.

“I’m very much disappointed whenever you fly back to your cold and very far away country.” He placed Maxim onto the surgery table, parting his thighs to stand between them, both of his hands tracing his waist with a growing appetite. “I don’t like the idea of having your genius hands busy elsewhere where I can’t look.” He caught one of his palms, brought it to his lips, while he nibbled and sucked on the tip of his finger. 

“Don’t leave, this time. Tell yourself there will be another job. I’ll kill so many people you won’t be able to stop cleaning for decades, my love.” 

[distopea]

"Actually... No, this is not the good formula here." He observed the computer screen for a second. "Ah! But if you change...," he typed something in the excel bar. "This! It works! See?" It was rare to help out a stranger, but he had seen that person struggling enough to intervene.

[distopea]

Get yourself a very toxic boyfriend kissing you like this ✨

[distopea]

Don’t let him grow obsessed with you. 

He’s the psycho obsessed. He’s totally out of control obsessed. You’re his world, his Heaven and Hell, and trust me... You don’t want that attention...