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 Of Mice And Men, @Nico+Rhys
Apr 3 2018, 03:56 PM
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185 shifter Forger / PI / Furore alpha
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Of lessons learned, of lessons learned. Of bridges burned, of bridges burned. This time I'll do things differently. This time I'd like to need you less
Furore pack
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mated/married to Nico~
Law

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The Crooked Man
Eien
her/she | GMT +1 | 3/3/3 | Eien#0897
Law sat in a most unusual situation because of where he was.

While it wasn’t weird of him at all to huddle up with Nico somewhere comfortable, and to seat the man on himself, wanting Nico half draped over his chest like the only cover that made Law feel safe, it wasn’t that usual of a sight in the pack house. After all, Law had too few moments of freedom to afford to be affectionate with Nico in this home.

Their own apartment was a place of safety, warmth and haven. It was where they commonly spent their time together if not hanging out at the pack house hub, the bar that had exploded with surprising popularity since its opening day. The shrewd man in Law wasn’t that surprised. But the man sometimes looked at its busy nights and stood in a semblance of shell-shock. It never lasted too long.

He didn’t commonly snuggle with Nico here out in the pack house open, but it also didn’t mean it was never.

It was an young spring day, a late, drowsy afternoon of the Easter weekend, with a lot of the people busy with their families in their original homes or otherwise out of the pack house, traveling to be with others. The sun had yet to fully set down and its descent down the bright, long sky took twice as long than a month in the past. Spring was coming, and after spring summer would arrive, and this summer would be humid, or warm, alternating between one or the other depending on the weather and luck. Law already anticipated that time, even if his own past in the windy and wintry Canada continued to prefer a world cold. There was no helping it now. On this day that was quieter than on other weekends, with most of the rooms sans their typical residents, enjoying their travel to families sometimes on the far end of this land, Law had splayed himself out on the couch, his body as long as it was and a few pillows behind his back, half propping him up, and mere minutes into his languor Nico had wandered by, like a moth attracted to light.

Law had just looked him, and crooked his finger, inviting with a word. He’d smirked.

And Nico had followed, of course he had, sinking himself down on the couch that was wide enough to house both men. It had to be. He’d sunken himself on top of Law, fitting himself over and next to him both so he didn’t necessarily smother Law, a death that Law wouldn't mind, and instead of kissing Nico as per his usual want, he lifted his other hand he’d had dangling by the side of the couch for a good minute, revealing what it had:

A book.

The message was unspoken.

Read it out for me.

As was their custom.

Law nibbled on Nico’s nose and instead of voicing his request in a portent rumble, they made out for a good, good while. Law knew he wouldn’t pull away, ever.

It never was just a kiss, it never was just a minute. His plan of having Nico read out to him as he typically did was strong, obdurate in the forefront of his thoughts yet the enticing smell of Nico was everything to be blamed behind the lack of actual effort. He had it planned, he’d repeat, having placed himself down on the couch in a strategic, wordless beckoning that could have only trapped Nico in the visceral longing to claim him like an untamed, virginal land. And yet the plan would have failed him, his hold on the book slipping, its hit on the floor eventual, and brief as Law’s arms moved to wrap around Nico’s back even seconds into the moment, holding the man to himself in a kiss that poured color to his cheeks and made him despair for more.

It really felt like they weren’t together often enough. Usually the long, dark nights, all the mornings and sometimes in-between the two if the good gods smiled.

Sometimes. It wasn’t nearly enough.

Starved for him eventually, Law sunk one hand to Nico’s ass, gripping him through his jeans, before finding enough space on the couch to roll them on their side.

So he could have more of this man, Nico's back squeezed between Law and the back of the couch while they made out. Addicted, he devoured his lips with his, drinking his scent in, like a drink he’d let kill if it meant he died with Nico on his lips. He groaned into the kiss--

“I want you to read out to me, baby,” he murmured into Nico's lips. His eyes were still closed. He nuzzled Nico’s lips with his own, mock, weakly pouting as he lamented in a tone that didn’t sound convincing at all, “I got a book called of Mice and Men, come on. Educate me.”

He grinned at it, at this playful, dishonest request he punctuated with a smirk. Something impish, relaxed and ravenous. Law’s eyes hooded, and he grabbed Nico’s face in both hands, and placed lips upon lips.

Forever and again.

I love you.

Just for Nico across the bond shared.

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Apr 6 2018, 02:38 PM
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111 Shifter Omega / Eng Lit Prof / Occult antiquities dealer
High-dom sub wolf
Love songs, Drug songs. We can get together if you think you know. Play nice. Baby think twice
Furore pack
Demisexual
Mated / Married to Law~
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Quality time, was just that. So very valuable, and a thing of distinct rarity- so when he got the chance to immerse himself in his mate, Nico would always take it and hold it tight.

What Nico had been doing prior to sauntering into the front room wasn’t altogether a mystery. Easter brought with it a nice long break, but it also brought with it its fair share Suffice to say, he was freshly showered. The richly scented, curling steam roiling over the door frame of the ensuite was testament to that fact. Down the stairs he’d scaled, towel looped loosely around his shoulders, the corner of which he’d taken and rubbed idly at the back of his neck before snaking it and depositing it over the banister to dry. He finger combed through his hair, dark strands damp and in disarray. He’d not thought to fix it since pulling on his clothes. Jeans, tight fitting olive green t-shirt. His hair, of course, would dry in a manner that would end up sitting beautifully, as it naturally was prone- the cut, such, that it would remain the extreme of low maintenance.

Nico could feel Law. He knew where he was, that he was calm and content.

So really, ‘stumbling’ across Law sprawled over the sofa may very well have been pre-meditated.

The beckoning was obviously for effect because, there was a snowball in hell’s chance that Nico would bypass his mate in favour of heading straight for the fridge. Not in a month of sundays. The draw was too strong, the need to be as close as he could physically be, feel the warmth of his skin and extinguish the spaces between them. He’d sunk over Law, settled with a knee hitched, half on and half off in a draping of forms and from then, all there was was him.

Law.

That smirk. Those impossibly dark eyes, and a scent that wound round his conscious mind.

Hearts and souls tied, but rarely would they find themselves in the same place. But- a kiss. A touch. It never took much to snare Nico, to take his attention and keep it. Not where this particular rendition of man was concerned. What started soft and affectionate, soon escalated as it was prone. Fuelled by a brazen need to be at one. It was a nuzzling of lips, that devolved into a claiming, devouring sort of gesture. Unashamedly, Nico’s hand slipped beneath the leading edge of Law’s shirt, smoothing explorative over the delicate skin of his stomach, lips pressed and the kiss languid. Deepening with time, and with want. Flavoured with need.

He’d side-eyed the book.

Cocked a brow, and smiled slow and heated.

One of his favourites. Pages and bindings, words in black on yellowed paper, dog-eared and well loved. Read over and over. In fact, he blindly reached for it just before it dropped, but the draw of Law’s mouth, his throat, his… Well, him, was too much. Nico’s world had narrowed right down. He grinned against his lips, kissed him and shamelessly ground against the meat of Law’s thigh. A pleased, contented rumble resonated just within his chest. His ass gripped, kneaded before they were rolled onto their sides. Legs tangled.

Law’s breath feathered over his lips, and Nico eyed him, hooded and lazy as the murmur flavoured the kiss. Those dark brown eyes opposite, closed still and Nico nibbled over the swell of Law’s lower lip-

“You want me to read, hm?” His eyes hooded, and the features at which he stared so soft and blissful it coiled heat through the very core of him. The bond tremoring, bending under the immense swell of love and affection that blossomed. Nico kissed him, soft and warm- a change from the devouring that he so desperately wanted to engage in. He reached over Law’s side, stretched out in search of the tome that had slipped to the ground with a dull ‘thud’.

Nico shifted over Law, rubbing over his thigh in a deep grind that was one part unintentional for the sake of the movement, two parts brazen and undeniably gorgeous. Hollowing his lower back, and pouring heat between them.

He was stayed, however. Chests pressed and his face cradled. Law’s hands, weapons in their own right, so gentle against his skin. Those lips, addictive and pressed to his- Nico practically purred, sensual and affectionate. A soft, rumble of contentment as he smiled against Law’s lips.

“Educate you, huh?” He quirked a brow, tracing the swell of Law’s lower lip with his tongue, and pecking him at the corner of his mouth-

“No…you tell it. It ain't the same if I tell it. Go on…George. How I get to tend the wabbits…” Nico quoted, the murmur brightened with a smile. The character’s voice mimicked in a way that would suggest that he had perhaps read the book, and seen the movie, more than once.

I love you. It gripped him. It always did. He beamed at Law, dark eyes glittering. Books and reading. Reading to Law, specifically, was something that Nico cherished. The number of times they had settled in a cosy nook, and Nico had read to him, on request of course. Or Law had appeared, stony faced and tired, and they’d nestled down on the bed, or with a bottle of wine with Law’s head in Nico’s lap, or with Nico’s back to Law’s chest- it was quality time. It was, always, something deeply special that Nico would cherish.

Wriggling his fingers, he strained over Law, stretched out- “Ugh...I can’t reach the book, Law.” He pouted, and frowned- leaning in to shamelessly press their lips in a warm, lazy kiss. Slow and sumptuous.

“You want me to read, and yet-” He tipped his head, and cupped the side of Law’s face, dropped his gaze to the flush of his lips, the smattering of stubble over his jawline, and every gorgeous sharp feature of his face in an unhurried sweep. His thumb pad brushed over the cusp of his cheek- “You are the biggest fucking distraction. You know, if it gets out of hand i’m not stopping...”

Nico chuckled, nuzzling their lips.

I love you, too.

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by Eien <3
Apr 7 2018, 12:53 PM
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A friend's eye is a good mirror.
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Dani
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Keeping his attention on a specific task seemed to be near impossible, especially as the due date came closer and closer for his paper. Honestly, Rhys was not sure if the assignment itself was hard or if it was because Rhys was a bit more intimidated by it than he ever actually wanted to admit. He had already spent enough time texting Ric that even his lover had called him out, asking him how his paper was going.

Jerk.

He huffed as he leaned his chair back, starting to tilt it slowly backwards until he was only balancing on two legs. Stupid paper. It had cost him a good week end outside of the pack house and in the apartment instead. Sure, he would have probably been done with it by now if he just focussed in on it, but that felt like such an impossible task. Honestly, Rhys had truly tried to do it as well.

Really!

He had tried different styles of music that usually helped him focus. Things from dance, to meditations, to game music, hell, he even tried jazz. None of it had worked. He tried no music and working in silence but his mind moved too quickly to the idea of what he was going to do after he was done with the paper. The plans went from calling Ric to see if he wanted to just sit in the apartment together (he was well aware that the man had a job, thank you, and was fine with letting him work as often as he needed to) to maybe seeing if he could bother Ackley for a drink at the local cafe. Maybe even ask him if he wanted to do something later.

Hell, he was even considering throwing a text to Gabe to ask if he wanted to try and teach him how to cook again if he managed to finish it within a decent amount of time.

Yep.

No music was worse than having music in the background. At least with the music, Rhys spent his time thinking about the damn paper.

That was when another idea had come into his mind. He knew that Nico was at the pack house today. Maybe he could bounce some ideas between the other male until something seemed to click. The paper itself was not hard nor long, it was just the topic he needed to think about. Once he got the topic picked, he was sure he would easily be able to find all the sources and the materials that he needed.

With that in mind, Rhys jumped out of the chair, letting it violently slam down onto four legs as he hopped onto his two. With out much thought, he darted out of the room and ran all the way down the steps, "Nico!" he called out, sliding onto the floor as his sock feet touched the ground. No sooner had he touched the floor. He could tell that the other was there, he just had to find him.. And dear Lord would it be hard to ignore Rhys shouting around the entire house.

Not that he had to look long. He damn near skidded into the room where Law and Nico were making out. "Ohhh.." he mumbled, hesitating at first since he had no idea of how to handle the situation he had found himself. "Uh, hey Law, hey Nico." he tried, offering an awkward smile before he started to feel the heat rise from his cheeks to his ears as he went to turn around and head back to his room. Maybe he could call Ackley and brainstorm with him..

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Apr 8 2018, 05:26 AM
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185 shifter Forger / PI / Furore alpha
dom wolf
Of lessons learned, of lessons learned. Of bridges burned, of bridges burned. This time I'll do things differently. This time I'd like to need you less
Furore pack
bisexual
mated/married to Nico~
Law

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The Crooked Man
Eien
her/she | GMT +1 | 3/3/3 | Eien#0897
They could have just kissed. Forever if Law was deciding. On and on and on for whiles long because he never grew tired of this one person. Only around him did he melt, becoming a puddle of a man. Razor sharp in the next moment if the need for it so demanded but content. Content, in the only right way to react when Nico was this close, Nico with his lips, his scent, that great, handsome hair that made Law a fan of hair, at least how to style it, comb and shove it, a second case thereof just when Nico himself was involved. Law otherwise wasn’t too fussed. Not about fashion, not about styles however handsomely he dressed up, not about what others put on and sometimes nonchalant about Nico’s clothes. He was handsome in whatever. But here he was, admiring that dapper undercut on Nico, blinking sleepily as Nico no doubt quoted something from the very book that Law had suggested he read, and at once it pulled his lips into a faint, fond smirk and he blinked at him, lazy.

Contented.

He looked where Nico stretched, clearly not an actual attempt from the man but Law looked there anyway, like he’d play along with the man and sight the book himself, speaking a tame, “Ah, well” that immediately ended any reading for today. Clearly, he was very busy and Nico’s hair was also a bit wet, and his last shower made Law irrationally, happily jealous that he’d not been there for it to wash his back, and he blinked at him again, as lazy as this entire moment.

“Then what?” he asked, post the nuzzle. Facing forward once more and peering at his lover with a tame, relaxed expression. Such that even a smirk could not be maintained. He kept his hands on Nico, his back, so broad, not as broad as his own but Law had always adored how out of the two of them he was the tank, and Nico the beanpole, taller as well. It painted a look of great, warm fondness in his gaze.

Rhys’s shouting had no real power to stop them.

Law’s hands would move to Nico’s ass-- they’d sit there, squeezing around either cheek and relaxing, squeezing again and stroking him without any sort of shame and worry as Rhys essentially walked himself right in the midst of a trap just transpiring, and no part of Law bothered to mitigate the NC-17 rating of the moment except unless he mistakenly believed that actually loosening Nico’s pants and sneaking his bare hands to bare cheeks did it.

It didn't, really.

And yet it would be what Rhys came upon, and Law, in a response after Rhys decided to stand there like a blushing idiot, nipped on Nico’s cheek, and told his lover, “You’re requested.” His tone was lower. Law nuzzled Nico, for a moment deciding between being on his best… or just good. Or just so so behavior, and downright slipping a finger in Nico’s arsehole and pretending that nobody here could tell. That the flush of lust that would burst out of Nico wouldn’t be related to his person at all. Sighing to himself, since being an alpha did include making hard decisions, Law just contented with rubbing Nico’s cheeks--

Actually, fuck it, this was his home, his mate, his fucking adoptive son or whatever the fuck to name Rhys.

Law stroked his fingers over Nico’s hole, right over that tight, luscious puckering he definitely wouldn’t mind occupying with his cock, before taking his hands out just so to be on his so-so behavior and sitting them one on Nico’s shoulder-blade, the other at his own lips, the guilty fingers sucked and then released--

“Whutcha need, my boy? Come on, if you’re cockblocking me at least see it through.”

He patted a spot on the couch where there was actually no spot left to sit down on, and shamelessly said--

“Sit.”

But where?

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May 9 2018, 04:54 PM
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111 Shifter Omega / Eng Lit Prof / Occult antiquities dealer
High-dom sub wolf
Love songs, Drug songs. We can get together if you think you know. Play nice. Baby think twice
Furore pack
Demisexual
Mated / Married to Law~
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“Ah, well”

Ah, well, indeed. He’d have kissed it right from his lips were his own jaw not dropped open in a fashion that was mockingly, playfully incredulous. Nico’s brows skimmed his hairline, and the smile that spread like wildfire across his expression was hastily, clumsily stifled and buried against the crook of Law’s clavicle as he tucked his face there. He breathed him in, nuzzled and chuckled before correcting the angle at which his features were held, before setting his gaze back on those impossibly dark eyes and watching him for a second or two. Content, and affectionate in the way his eyes hooded. Lazy and comfortable in a sprawl over Law, their legs in a tangle, Law’s great, strong hands sinking over his form in a way that flipped his stomach, that tingled his skin in a way, so pleasant, it was distracting. Pouring heat between his legs and further stiffening the semi he’d already been sporting.

He’d heard the shout. His name, a summoning.

Of course he had.

Rhys’s call, querying and all but a catterwhal really, that should have pulled his attention.

It, however, did nothing to diminish his desire to continue kissing his mate, to lose himself in Law, rut against him like some sort of lovesick teenager. Their alpha, his mate and husband. So many years spent with the same person, and anyone would have thought one might become bored, but there was nothing better than having him on the tethered end of the mate bond. Feeling the throb of his heart, or the swell of his emotions. Didn’t matter how many decades had passed, or what had happened in the meantime, Nico remained staunchly in love with the powerful creature he’d often read to.

Sighing softly, he fiddled with the collar of Law’s shirt, and pinched the fabric, twisted it between his fingers before pressing his lips to the underside of is jaw in a dusting, a soft nuzzle. Kisses peppered in a damp drag over stubbled skin, sandpaper rough and richly scented with that something uniquely Law. A mingling of their scents that sated the wolf that paced just behind his gaze.

As Rhys entered the room, however, Nico nibbled over Law’s lips and his eyelids fluttered closed- “...Great timing~” He purred, fondly- a sigh filtering through his nose, stuttering with amusement as his cheek was nipped. Law was warm beneath him, the solid, broad shapes of him fitted neatly to those of his own, and he shifted ever so slightly in Law’s hold to glance up at Rhys. His ass, squeezed. Smoothed and warm under broad palms as he was kneaded. The bond trembled, and whilst side-eyeing Law playfully suspiciously, he turned his attention to Rhys-

“Hey, Rhys…” Nico smiled, dropping his chin against the flat of Law’s sternum.

The sensation of Law’s fingers feathering against his taint, and then over his hole would tremble him beautifully, whorish if anyone were to put a descriptor to it. His body tense, and his throat tightening-

“How’re y-” Ugh Fuu- - it didn’t manifest like that at all.

Thankfully.

Not infront of their adopted son, or whatever sort of label one might want to tie around his neck in a Paddington-esque sort of fashion. Poor guy, walking in on Law and Nico essentially heavy petting like sex-starved college students. Though, if you were to ask any pack member who remembered them of old, that hadn’t changed over the years. Nor would it.

God, he was glad in that instance that he stopped himself because- it might have come out in a surprised squeak had he continued. The bond lurched. A white hot stabbing of unbridled lust jabbing right through its core. He cut himself off, simply to prevent himself from choking on a moan. He swallowed it back, his breath hitching and snagging awkwardly, and he laughed, hissing sensually and casually angling his hips forward in a shameless chafe against Law’s thigh.

He cleared his throat, eyeing those fingers disappearing between Law’s lips, and he shook his head slowly, licking his own lips before continuing-

“Rhys… How are you doing?” It was calm. Perhaps a little heated, simply given the proximity to his mate.

Nico wasn’t about to move to accommodate, not whilst he was wrapped snugly around Law, in close apposition. He would admit, though, that nuzzling into Law’s neck and simply listening to his heart beating behind the cage of his ribs was a comforting passtime that he would be more than happy to indulge in for a prolonged period of time.

Though now, Law had lit the fuse. Teasing him the way he was, and Nico wasted no time in making that known.

“Have you got any further with that paper?” Nico’s hand had, inexplicably, finger crawled to the lower hem of Law’s shirt, and he had slipped his hand between cotton and skin, idly soothing over the flat of his stomach.

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Jun 2 2018, 11:28 AM
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28 Shifter Student
Wolf
A friend's eye is a good mirror.
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Rhys

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Dani
She/Her | Eastern | 3/3/3 |
For a moment, Rhys sort of stood there like an awkward child that was forced to deal with the fact that his parents did have sex. That they had to have sex for him to be made.

The issue was that in this instance, neither of the individuals had to be involved in the bed for him to be on this world.

Add to the pack bond and Rhys now felt a little silly that he did not notice that the two of them might have been doing something that he should have been aware of. Oops.

In his defense, Rhys did not really seem to rely on pack bond for much in everyday use. The boy himself was hardly ever focussed enough on one thing to worry about something else in the back of his mind that was already constantly there to begin with. When it came to the situation he more or less found himself in now thanks to not paying attention to what was happening around him before reacting, there was always a bit of embarrassment that he felt.

Especially when Law called him out on cockbloking him.

Oops.

His cheeks seemed to go red as he shrugged his shoulders some.

"I wasn't really, uh, paying attention because the paper is stupid and I'm having a hard time picking a topic in general and its boring and I hate this class." Rhys whined, leaning his head a bit back dramatically as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of what the original assignment was supposed to be. Something about some theme of Mice and Men or something. He had already read the book, but really the concept of theme had always slipped through his mind.

Something about moral lessons and something about how it was different from the main idea and something something.

"I gotta figure out the theme of Of Mice and Men, which isn't too bad,I guess, but I still don't get what the Hell theme is." he groaned as he dramatically flopped onto the couch beside the two, deciding that if they were going to want him to stay despite his offer to leave, he would make sure he felt comfortable.

"And Ric totally called me out with my texts and asked me if I finished the paper. Ugh." though even as he complained and acted dramatic, Rhys was starting to relax and smile a bit more. Maybe he just needed to take a quick break and step out of his own stress induced cloud.

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Jun 2 2018, 11:58 AM
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185 shifter Forger / PI / Furore alpha
dom wolf
Of lessons learned, of lessons learned. Of bridges burned, of bridges burned. This time I'll do things differently. This time I'd like to need you less
Furore pack
bisexual
mated/married to Nico~
Law

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The Crooked Man
Eien
her/she | GMT +1 | 3/3/3 | Eien#0897
It was like Law heard a voice in his head, telling him-- Laawww, you fucking asshole, get your hands off Nico around your son-like figure--

No, suck my ass.

Law, despite every understanding of the situation, continued to rest his hands on Nico, currently squeezing his cheeks beneath the material of his clothes whilst locking eyes with Rhys almost as though in a challenge to pry his hands right off. I dare you, he might have been speaking, if he actually didn’t understand the boy was pretty much his son at this point, not adopted officially (yet), and not with his surname (yet), although everyone would agree that Rhys Lightwood had a damn nice arcane ring to it… unlike that. Whatever his surname was, was it Rhys Lightwood? Sure fucking was now.

Well would be, tomorrow. Maybe Law should surprise Rhys with adoption papers. Maybe tell Rhys he was changing his surname now, not even give him the choice, just say: my name is now yours and rely on Rhys’s gnat attention span to wipe his memory clear of any according what the fuc--oh, Law, hi!

But more on that when he wasn’t trying to see if he could get Nico off in Rhys’s presence.

You shouldn’t, a voice somewhere in his voice echoed, and an asshole part of him argued, but he’s not my son… officially… come on, I can fuck him up a little, a bit of that emotional trauma because his own damned children had known he fucked their mom, and they’d turned out just fine.

Look at Eleanor. She’d beat you with your own damn fucking arm if you gave her the reason. Law considered that great parenting. And as he pored over all this, eventually he took his hands out of Nico’s pants on some point of admission that, yes, alright, it wasn’t exactly a stellar idea, but he didn’t promise he’d behave all throughout. In fact, Rhys had just flopped on the couch with them and he may have been speaking in another language until that point for all the understanding that Law gave him in turn, blank-faced and staring at him with a few dumb blinks before he looked at Nico--

“Explain,” he commended, and he slapped Nico’s ass.

The right cheek. Firmly. He made it bounce and then, satisfied with his job here, he placed his arms right under his head for an additional pillow right atop an actual one. And then he just looked between his boys.

Well, his mate and the boy. Seriously, might as well just adopt the fucker, Rhys would do well with an official dad and dad who didn’t try to drown him in a bathtub like a kitten. Not to say his mother had but for all that Law knew about that cunt-woman, she maybe had; grabbed him right by his throat when he was thin and a boy and abused every bit of her abundant, but dwindling power. Down he went, face first, this is not a shower. It left Law somewhat cold.

But she had been magicked to forget Rhys and who he was, making her a demon who could pass him by the street and not know him a son from her loins.

Tragic.

Which brought him---

“Hey,” he said, indulging his genius thought. “How about we actually adopt you?”

Because FUCK your mice and gents, or pussy and vagrants, or cocksuckers and corps-collectors, fuck your noun number one and noun number two, fuck them all.

“What do you say I give you my actual surname, we toss your education out the fucking window, we grab some food, and then I fuck Nico? … Not in front of you. Duh.”

And obviously, because this was a thing now, Law put his hand down to Nico’s front--

Oh, sorry. This here would happen to be his cock.

Law palmed over its outline, and then swung his hand around to Nico’s back, smoldering at him a wicked, ravenous glare--

“What do you say, ki'sómma, we make that little shit officially ours and then we can ground him as fuck.”

Obviously thrilled by this amazing notion, Law just smirked.

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Jun 10 2018, 11:24 AM
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111 Shifter Omega / Eng Lit Prof / Occult antiquities dealer
High-dom sub wolf
Love songs, Drug songs. We can get together if you think you know. Play nice. Baby think twice
Furore pack
Demisexual
Mated / Married to Law~
Nico

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Moss
She/Her/potato | GMT | 3/3/3 |
“You’re wishing you picked up my lecture series, huh?” Nico grinned, narrowing his eyes at Rhys playfully. “Professor Wicks is… Uh- Well, old school…”

Nico made a face, then. He would have taken offence were it not a colleague who tended to irritate the living shit out of him. It was diplomatic, at least, but there was a dark humour to the smile that would signify that perhaps Nico felt Rhys’ pain on another level. And felt something, altogether heated on another as Law squeezed his ass. Kneading the muscle like a contented kitten. There was a rumble deep in Nico’s chest, vibrating through his ribcage, libidinous and heated. Possessive, really- because even though Rhys was one of theirs, Law was… His. Still, he smiled at Rhys and remained welcoming, even as he slipped his hand deeper beneath Law’s shirt.

God Law made it difficult to concentrate on anything at all. His hand ghosted over Law’s stomach, and chest, and he thumbed over the sensitive round of his nipple beneath the protection that would be provided by the thin shrouding of cotton. He lowered his head, and pressed his forehead to Law’s temple his eyelids slipping closed as he casually inhaled the cloud of scent that lay resident in his aura, his hips shifting in yet another shameless chafe against Law’s thigh as he squeezed.

He breathed hot against the side of Law’s face, and frowned. Frowned because: Fuck’s sake, do you have to be such a goddamned tease??. His lips curled into a lopsided smile, and he exhaled in frustration then. A sigh that rattled through his windpipe. His ass relinquished, and Law’s arms folded behind his head in a pretzel. The couch undulated with Rhys’ added weight, the cushions compressed and sprung back.

“Oomph… Explain?” He side-eyed Law, quirking a brow.

Then swiftly realised. With a jolt, and he turned to Rhys-

“GOD I wish he’d pick another paper title, still-” Nico groused gently, and pillowed his head against Law’s chest-

“Uh… Well-” He intoned, nuzzling his cheek against Law’s sternum and then turning to press a kiss on that spot, before settling back. Eventually, he raised himself up onto the prop of one arm, and balanced on his side, a leg hitched over Law’s, and their limbs in a tangle.

His lips pursed to a pinstripe, and he regarded Rhys with a softness- “It circles around: The Predatory Nature of Human Existence. It teaches a grim lesson about the nature of human existence. Nearly all of the characters, including George, Lennie, Candy, Crooks, and Curley's wife, admit, at one time or another, to having a profound sense of loneliness and isolation…”

He paused, for a breath, his dark eyes glittering like onyx as he then offered:

“Then you get onto the symbolism, which I guess he’ll expect you to comment on as well…” He rolled his eyes, cradling his head on the flat of his fist, and idly smoothing Law’s shirt over his stomach. Nudging it back, exposing a sliver of skin, and then smoothing it back in place once more. His brows raised, and he sighed softly-

“Steinbeck had a thing for symbolism, actually.” He gesticulated with a very artistic flaring of fingers- “There’s...Candy's dog, which represents the fate of those who are weak; mice, which symbolize false hope; and the dream farm, which symbolizes unattainable independence and protection from the wor-” ...ld.

Nico swallowed the last ounce of the sentence.

“How about we actually adopt you?”

His eyes narrowed, his attention focused on Rhys, and his gaze swung to Law slowly with a soft sort of wonder caught across his expression. The frown may have darkened it but it was perplexed, not exasperated or anything of the sort.

But to have the time to think, was a luxury that Nico wouldn’t have, because the head and pressure of Law’s hand slipping into the confines of his trousers, snatched his breath and it was then that his gaze turned a hotter shade of black-brown. He might have squeaked, just a little up-hitch of breath that would pour heat across their shared bond as his body relaxed and his lips curled into a somewhat gluttonous, love drunk smile.

Were his cheeks flushed? Sporting a finer shade of puce that betrayed the heat that swarmed at the pit of his stomach.

They felt hot.

And without further ado, the pressure was gone and Nico’s breath left him in a gust.

He stifled the giggle, studied Law’s expression finding him visibly thrilled with his offer and after a while of silently studying him, watching that smirk manifest, the way he pinned him on spot with that trademark ravenous glare. Quirking a brow, then, he shook his head with playful dismissal before seeking Rhys, perched on the sofa with them and he eyed between his two boys, one his mate the other someone he had already considered his son, and had done for many years.

“You’ll have to confiscate his phone as well, until he’s finished his paper-” Nico’s agreement came by means of teasing. Of course it would. Though the way his heart thrummed, and the way the bond bent under the affection and warmth that throbbed at his core was testament to how he felt. He grinned, and frowned mockingly, jabbing a finger in Rhys’ direction-

“No Ric, until you’re done with that paper.” Nico drawled, nuzzling into Law and grazing his lips just beneath his eyelid, the cusp of his cheek-

“What do you say, Rhys...?” Nico asked, softly- “How does ‘Rhys Lightwood’ sound?”

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"Ok, but to be fair, I totally tried to take your lecture but the thing was full and I am technically a freshmen and they were not going to let a little freshmen in the class when it was completely filled up. Especially because I am undeclared major." he reminded Nico, feeling like he needed to justify himself in this situation. It wasn't like he made the choice to not go and take Nico's class. Pack or not, they were a little limited in what they could do.

Not his fault he had to take an English class, and not his fault that Nico's class had filled up by the time eh was allowed to register as an underclassman.

Just saying.

Not his fault.

Rhys shifted his weight on the couch, trying to get a little more comfortable on the square he decided to more or less claim once he had flopped himself down next to the pair. His knees were soon pressed against his chest as he rested his chin on his knees, wrapping his arms around his own legs. The young werewolf could not help but snort at the response Law had, clearly the alpha had decided that Nico ought to try and explain it to Rhys. It was a fair claim since that was the reason he came shouting down the stairs was because he needed the other werewolf's help with the fancy English talk.

As soon as Nico opened his mouth to explain, Rhys's eyes seemed to go wide for a brief moment as all of that information came flooding his way. It was almost as though the other male was verifying why Rhys was having such a hard time with the paper. At first, Rhys truly considered putting his finger up to push the pause button (meaning gently pushing Nico's lips while shouting pause) and run back to his room to grab a notebook, since notes were clearly needed. Somehow managing to resist the impulse, he just stared at Nico for a good few moments before giving him a slow nod, "I uh- I might need you to repeat that.." he muttered, hands releasing his knees before touching the arm of the couch to launch himself off and grab a notebook.

Then Law just interrupted both of their actions with his own idea.

Which, was fine with Rhys for multiple reasons, but the main one was because Law had actually stated he wanted to adopt him. Make him a part of his own family, not just in the pack way but as an actual kind of son.

Like, full on have him take on the family name and be one of his children.

After hearing his mother berate him and claims he never wanted a son,t he news of someone wanting him that way had him in a kind of rare moment of stunned silence.

His eyes scanned over the pair of them as he tried to read the both of them to see if it was something they truly wanted as a large smile could not help but spread across his face, tears welling up despite not wanting to cry.

With out really waiting for much more and not giving much attention to the teasing at first, the young werewolf went from curled up in the corner of the couch to suddenly going towards the two in a tackle to give them both a hug at the same time. His arms tightened around both of them wherever they landed before he started to laugh and force himself to sit up, carefully balancing himself on the laps before trying to awkwardly move back to his spot, taking his arms and rubbing his eyes to try and get rid of the tears that seemed so foolish.

"Hey! You can't ground me, I'm.. getting some work done." he laughed, unable to stop the smile still on his face, nodding in agreement to what Law was suggesting as he rubbed his eyes again, "Yeah, yeah, that sounds- that sounds like a plan. I uh- wow." he mumbled, eyes widening before another laugh came out. "That was- this is great. Rhys Lightwood. Huh." he muttered, trying out the name himself.

For now, he ignored the jab about his phone and Ric, already having plans to call him and tell him the news anyway.

That really took a turn in a way that he had not at all expected.

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Was he distracting Nico here?

Nah.

Law knew it as certainly as he did that right here, right now, if he petted his cock, in respect of Rhys and his cute and intact mind, Nico wouldn’t just give it a suck.

Right?

Fuck. He wouldn’t, and Law suddenly lost himself in a world where he minded this oddly enough, where he was insulted even and hated that he couldn’t be more on the side of utterly irresistible so the likes of Rhys would run away screaming that their parental figures were doing the devil’s tango. Speaking of. Sex. And Law actually didn’t know who in their LSD-riddled mind had come up with that name. It made sense in some weird realm utterly detached from their current, and suppose he actually gave as much fuck as he did whether some rando on the other end of the world liked that he shaved his cock. For anyone in a need for more contextual clues: ding dong, no fucks given and all the cocks without their robes. Which was yet another phrase that Law had just one day heard. He brought himself back to the moment, warm, for a moment, as he looked up at his mate-- warm, and peering, his eyes hooded and contented, his smile small, his mind lost and his everything focused so well on Nico’s features that he forgot to shake the expression of naked desire even as he looked at the boy.

Who looked like he was going to cry.

Haha. Lil bitch.

But as of a day somewhere in the near future, his bitch, thank you very much, that non-sexual, and regardless of that his kind of a bitch that he’d own and tuck under his arm and if you so much as came near FUCK you and everything you liked, FUCK you. And what-not. Law smiled.

And Rhys would jump on them, hugging them, happy and all that adorable nonsense that made Law wiggle his arm magically free of the weight of his two sluts, slut numero uno and numero duo, reporting for duty, sir, and he wrapped it around the kid too until said kid was up, and no wrapping was possible… unless Law stretched his arm a foot longer which, nah, fuck off. He grinned at the kid, silent, soft, blinking at him slowly, even kittenishly, and dispensing those feline kisses as he looked upon the child, proudly. He shrugged---

“Kid, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Don’t tell me I can’t.”

Word. He waved it off, but put his hand down then around Rhys’s something, what the fuck was this, his hip? Yeah, hip, and there the hand stayed and Law looked at Rhys with a phone in his hand-- he chuckled, and looked away.

“This kid.”

He looked at Nico.

“You see this shit? We tell him he’s gonna be ours and he’s like, oop, have to update my instagram. Sepia me, bitch.” He released Rhys’s hip with a playful slap, and then settled on the couch, all calm, relaxed, his arms under his head--

“Something tells me nothing is getting done pertaining to his school,” he said, almost musing out loud. Looked at Rhys-- “Yo, Chip ‘n’ Dale, what the fuck was the thing you wanted help with? Of Mimes and Dens? Surely.”

Duh. Mimes and Dens. What a load of bullshit. Amused with himself, he chuckled-- then looked at Nico and glared, just to be playful.

“Oh, I know. Mice and Men. Duh. I’m just teasing,” he growled, a smirk on his face.

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Nico very almost lifted his hand and made it talk like a puppet, mimicking Rhys as he laboured under the pretense that his lecture series was popular, and he wouldn’t necessarily get in anyhow, given his level of study. He shook his head. Long and slow, reluctant to take his gaze from the young wolf-

“Uh-huhhh…” His gaze would say, “Riiiiight…”

He beamed, though.

That sliver of pearly white that would widen and become all the more intense. The warmth of that smile reminiscent of a summer around Lake Garda. Sipping chilled white wine and tucking into an insalata tricolore. There was nothing better than large slices of sun blushed tomato, avocado, buffalo mozzarella and a sprinkling of fresh basil. All topped with salt, pepper and a generous slug of extra virgin olive oil. The amusement across Nico’s features was evident, and remained long after Rhys had stopped talking about how he was an: ‘undeclared major’.

The arching of his left brow was partially concealed against Law’s cheek as he nuzzled against him. He chuckled, gently. Just deeply taken by the fact that Rhys had inexplicably lost himself in what Nico had described about Of Mice and Men. A book, which, he and Law had read many times together over the years. A book which, every time he taught it sent his mind racing back to his mate. He’d seek him across the bond, sink his consciousness into the gorgeous, vivid memories of their time spent together. It would be true, even now, with his form pressed to Law, even with him right next to him Nico would allow his gaze to gentle under the influence of those memories as they flooded warm, and sweet across his thoughts.

Then Rhys, as he was surely prone, flung himself at the two of them.

Something that Nico wasn’t altogether ready for, and he was sure he’d slammed his head against the armrest as he was shunted back. A laugh exploded, unchecked, from his airways- it ruptured into the air, an uptone that could have been considered a surprised squeal as Rhys’ weight pressed down over them.

His hand wriggled into the small of Law’s back, between cushion and the curve of spine and he held him. Somehow- Nico managed to hug Rhys’... Neck? It might have been his neck, could have been his upper arm. He couldn’t honestly see, but he hugged whatever portion of Rhys he could. There they were, in a tangle that, were they wolves, would have seen tails wagging and heads buried into necks- an actual snuggle pile. Though, Rhys? Already texting. Even despite the awkward angle. That was talent, as far as Nico was concerned. He sniggered, ruffling Rhys’ hair before the younger wolf started to struggle away from them-

“Gawd, this Instagram generation…” He rolled his eyes, flaring his fingers dismissively in Rhys’ direction, playfully so.

The snort of laughter after Law’s comment was stifled against his throat. Swallowed back, and his features composed to something very serene, and perhaps a little stern though his lips threatened a smile as he watched Law.

“Rhys is… Definitely a sepia filter type of guy…”

And what exactly did that mean? Nothing, in truth, but it didn’t stop Nico’s expression from brightening into another impossibly bright smile.

“I mean, I’ve seen better reactions but I’m told that if they deem it important, it goes on Instagram so… We are… Ipso facto: Important?” Perhaps it was a little tenuous as links went. He nosed against the side of Law’s face, and nibbled along his jaw affectionately.

“Pppffffttt… Chip ‘n’ Dale… Actually, that would obviously be one of your favourite titles.” He patted Law’s chest, and cinched the fabric of his shirt into his hand, before turning back to Rhys, and shifting into a more reclined position.

One where he could balance on the flat of his arm, and still have a hand on Law… Somewhere… Wherever it decided to rove. And it would.

“I mean, first things first… Paper.” He wriggled his brows at Rhys.

“And then we talk adoption papers, because… I mean- serious business here. Taking on a very prestigious name, Rhys.”

He smiled, deeply affected and proud in truth, and only Law would feel that steady rising throb of pride across the bond between them. It wasn’t something that Nico would hold back.

“God, do I really have to repeat myself?? C’mon, Rhys… Gimme a run down of exactly what you need.”

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