Chapter One Hundred and Thirty

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Craig shook out his limbs, trying to get rid of his nerves. Beau was sitting with his friends, about to watch his first game of Save the Citizen, and Craig wanted it to be the best game he'd ever played.

"Cee, calm down, okay? We've got three weeks to beat Speed and Lash's winning streak, then you can fuck up over one guy, 'kay?"

"I'm not going to fuck up because of Beau! Is he watching?" Craig asked.

Adam sighed and shook his head. "I'm not doing this if you're gonna act stupid; what if this was real, dude?"

Craig pulled several faces, then straightened up and nodded. "All right, fine. It's real, and I'm going to kill that citizen," he said, the mere memory of the citizen's cries enough to give him a headache. He gasped suddenly, Adam looking at him in concern. "Oh, no. What if Beau's a hero?"

"Well, you'll find out after this, won't you?"

Craig winced.

"Who are you fighting? Heroes or villains?" Coach Boomer asked from his seat above the arena.

"Blake and Chance," Adam replied, the next two on their schedule.

"We'll be the villains, Coach," Craig said.

Boomer nodded and called for Blake and Chance to take the field.

"All right, what can they do?" Craig asked, looking over to the two heroes.

"Blake can phase through objects. Chance can manipulate luck. Eth's rated them both pretty easy, since they can only last a minute each."

"Ooh, I want to try Chance's power," Craig said.

"You'll have to do it before he does anything or he might cancel out yours. Remember, luck works both ways: good luck and bad luck. Chance could manipulate good luck for them and bad luck for us, that would technically double their good luck."

"Hmm, shit. Okay, what about Blake? He can phase through stuff, but can he, I don't know, jump to get the citizen?"

"No, but if Chance gives him luck, the rope could break at the exact time he goes for the citizen."

"That'd be smart. Okay, how about I freeze 'em and you go acidic on the citizen? Rope or dummy, I don't care," Craig said with a grin. "If Chance only lasts a minute, we could have it done in two minutes."

"All right, we'll try, but if it doesn't work, pull a Larry and smash the citizen. Rope or dummy," Adam said, grinning.

Craig nodded and the buzzer went off for them to start. Craig shifted to Freeze Girl and covered Chance and Blake with a thick layer of ice. Adam started spitting at the citizen, several acidic drops landing on the dummy itself, though missing the rope.

"He can still use his luck in the ice," Adam said to Craig.

"Yeah, the ice is already starting to melt," he said. "Go for the citizen; I'll try to work on their bad luck," Craig said, shifting to Chance's form.

"Increase my good luck," Adam called over his shoulder, heading for the citizen.

He slipped in the water from the melting ice, Craig shouting out a warning just as Adam caught himself from falling over entirely. Seeing the puddles that had formed throughout the gym, Adam hoped that Craig could counter Chance's bad luck, and headed towards the citizen. As he approached, the metal teeth screeched to a halt, and the citizen stopped dropping.

"Adam!" Craig called, another warning in his tone.

Adam turned in time to see Blake appear behind him. He'd obviously phased out of the ice itself, since his ice outline was still by Chance's, and the phasing made him temporarily invisible. Blake punched at Adam as he was processing what had happened, Adam barely getting enough time to raise his arm to stop Blake's punch from connecting with his body.

"Chance!" Blake called, relief on his face when he saw Chance slide over on the wet floor.

"Not exactly," Craig!Chance said, grinning as he knocked Blake off his feet. "Go for it, Adam."

"Gladly," Adam said, building up a mouthful of acidic spit and shooting for the citizen.

"Save me! Save me! Saph murgh," the citizen's cries melted along with its recorded voice, acid viciously eating at every part of the dummy and then working on the rope.

"All right, you win, stop before you destroy the roof," Boomer called, rolling his eyes and stopping the timer. "Chance, Blake, back to the benches!"

"Good game, guys," Craig said.

"Thanks, you too," Blake said, shaking the water off the hem of his pants as he pulled off the protective gear and headed over to Chance.

"Who's next?" Boomer asked as he scraped the last remnants of Adam's acidic mess off the hook and replaced the rope and dummy.

"We choose Magnus and Velma," Craig said, indicating to the two students in the stands, and trying not to look over at Beau and get distracted.

"We'll play heroes this time, Coach," Adam said.

Glad they were alternating between heroes and villains, Boomer wrote a note on his clipboard. "One minute to discuss strategies!" he called out to both teams once Velma and Magnus were in the arena.

"What do you think, so far?" Zach asked the triplets, twins, and Beau.

"It kinda looks like our play fighting," Iris said, shrugging.

"I could take 'em on and win," Juno said with a cackle.

Further down the seats, a few people moved away from the cackling college kid with wildly coloured hair.

"It's an interesting concept. I like the city landscape, though actual buildings provide more cover or weapons," Hagen said.

"That part is frustrating," Beau said, nodding. "They're only going to learn how to fight in this very specific landscape. There are no foam buildings in Maxville. Or anywhere in the world, for that matter."

"So you want it to be more realistic?" Layla asked curiously.

Beau nodded. "There aren't any citizens, either. This would be one scenario where a significant other is kidnapped, but not all villains can afford their own metal teeth contraption."

"They could be using a vat of toxic waste," Gala agreed. "Or just a regular weapon."

Their conversation faded as a loud scraping sound was heard, Magnus using his magnetic power to drag the metal teeth contraption across the floor and away from the citizen.

"What is he doing? They're the villains."

Velma grinned at the sound, stretching her body until she was looped around Craig and Adam, reaching for the citizen and pulling it off the rope entirely. She dropped the citizen to the floor as Craig shifted and powered up, flames making her cry out in pain and unwind from the heroes.

As he was released from Velma's attack, Adam ran for the fallen citizen at the same time as Magnus. Reaching the citizen first, Adam stood in front of the dummy protectively as Magnus advanced on them. Behind him, the dummy jerked and twisted as Magnus tried to manipulate the metal inside of it.

"That wouldn't work with a real citizen!" Adam said.

"They could have lots of iron in their blood," Magnus countered.

Adam thought about it and then conceded with a nod. Building up a mouthful of spit, he let loose at Magnus, who flinched and lost his concentration.

Velma stretched out of the way of Craig!the Commander's punches, mostly out of fear because not even she knew what would happen if she was hit by someone with the Commander's strength. Velma didn't want to find out, either. Twisting and stretching and focusing all of her attention on not being hit, Velma didn't realise the timer was counting down until the students started to chant.

"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"

The buzzer sounded and Craig shifted back to his own form immediately, Velma winding down from the roof slowly.

"Good game," Adam said to them, grinning.

"You too! Thanks for fighting us," Magnus said.

"Sure thing. Let Ethan know if you want to reschedule," Adam said, getting the dummy and throwing it up to Coach Boomer.

"Magnet kid, put the metal teeth back in position," Boomer called.

Magnus nodded and started to move the contraption inch by scraping inch.

"I'll move it, Magnus. You go recover," Craig!the Commander offered, seeing how exhausted he was from their fight.

"Thanks. That's all I've got in me," Magnus admitted, taking off the protective gear and heading to the seats with Velma.

The Commander pushed the machine into place below the citizen and Craig stepped back.

"Next match?" Boomer called for the final game of Save the Citizen.

"Milo and Patricia," Adam called.

"We'll be villains this time, Coach."

Boomer nodded, making a mark on his clipboard and getting a new sheet of paper for Milo and Patricia.

Layla watched as the two students headed down to the arena, squeezing Warren's hand gently as her vines pricked under her skin. One of them could be permanent, but which one?

"What are their powers, Ethan?" Layla asked.

Ethan looked to the two students and flipped through a notebook a moment later, finding their entries in his schedule. "Patricia can change her form from solid to gas."

"What sort of gas?" Iris asked, Juno giggling beside her.

"I didn't ask," Ethan said with a frown. "That's an oversight on my part," he added, looking annoyed at himself.

"I was trying to make a joke," Iris muttered, Juno patting her hand.

"Milo, bubbles. That's all I have written down for him," Ethan added.

Warren put an arm around Layla's shoulders, letting her curl up against his chest so they could speak quietly without being overheard. "You feel it, too?" he asked.

They both watched as the two students ducked behind a foam building to get ready, stepping out with their protective gear on a moment later.

Layla nodded and smiled. "One of them will be permanent."

"You're lucky Adam can't see you making lovey-dovey faces at each other," Terrence said, wrinkling his nose at them.

"Adam's waving," Justina said.

Terrence looked over immediately, then glared at his friend when he saw Adam was focused on his plan of attack with Craig and definitely not waving at him.

"Ooh, you just missed it," Justina deadpanned, Robin snickering beside her.

"Shut up."

"Don't look at me like that, Cee. I promise I'm not lying," Adam said, Craig still looking dubious.

"All right; I'll pull a Wendy and see what happens. I don't like this plan of attack, it seems flimsy."

"If you're saying that for the pun, I'll - "

"Time's up, start!" Boomer called, blowing his whistle and starting the timer.

Adam knew the plan wasn't great but it could be adapted, depending on whatever bubbles meant or what gaseous form Patricia could take. He was expecting soap bubbles and Adam wasn't entirely incorrect. Bubbles started to fill the arena, but they weren't made from soap. Adam tried to pop several around his feet, surprised when they wouldn't burst.

Craig shifted to Airborne and flew up to avoid the bubbles that started to fill the arena below. Hoping they weren't hurting Adam, Craig looked at Milo, then realised that Patricia was nowhere in sight. Seeing the hazy quality of the bubbles, Craig's eyes widened. Milo had turned Patricia's gas form into bubbles. They weren't fighting soap bubbles at all; they were fighting Patricia.

Even as he thought that some of the bubbles started to pop, gas spreading thinly. The more bubbles that popped, the more gas would fill the arena. Craig didn't dare use Warren's power like he and Adam had originally planned; the whole gym could go up. Flying over the bubbles, Craig!Airborne fried to punch one with super strength. It popped, gas floating in its place, but it was only one out of the hundreds or thousands of bubbles. He didn't have time to punch each bubble individually. Craig flew to the citizen, tearing the rope in half, and swinging the dummy around by the rope.

"Save meee!"

Bubbles rose up fiercely, even as Craig let go of the rope, the dummy flying through the bubbles with the force of his throw. The dummy passed straight through the bubbles harmlessly, even as Milo struggled to change the consistency to cushion or stop the dummy's trajectory unsuccessfully. Adam grinned with a mouth full of acid and spat directly at the citizen as it flew towards him, the dummy melting away as the bubbles around him popped furiously.

Patricia reformed by Milo, collapsing to the ground as her body trembled. "It was too much. I was too thin. I couldn't hold them back," she gasped.

Milo just nodded and stripped off his protective gear as Boomer declared Craig and Adam the winners yet again. Nurse Spex was called to take Patricia away as the final bell rang for the day, the gym emptying faster than a party interrupted by Jetstream and the Commander.

In the stands, Layla and Warren watched as Milo left, vines sharp under their skin.

On his seat above the arena, Boomer was staring at Milo as well, wondering if he'd made the wrong decision to put him in the sidekick track.

...

"Ah, there you are, Layla. I need a few things organised for this weekend, come into my office, please," the Mayor called as soon as she stepped out of the elevator.

Layla set her bag on her chair, grabbed her notepad and pen, and went into the Mayor's office.

"Excellent, thank you," he said, closing the door behind her and going to his chair. "I'm meeting with two women this weekend, one each day, and they need to be... romanced. For work, of course. They're big... uh, financial backers."

Layla bit her tongue, ensured that her expression showed none of her disbelief or anger, and smiled. "Of course, sir."

"I'll need to use the business credit card since it's for the council, so make sure there's enough money to cover... oh, say a thousand."

"For a weekend?" Layla asked, her disbelieving tone betraying her neutral expression. "I mean, if they're that important, would a thousand be enough?" she asked quickly.

The Mayor considered it for a moment and then nodded. "You're right, better make it two thousand."

"Of course, sir."

"If anyone asks what you're doing in the financial records, tell them you have my permission. Use administrator access so you avoid questions."

"I don't have administrator access with my login, Mr. Mayor," Layla said; she'd found that out the hard way when she had first tried to dig through the Council records to find the Mayor's expenses for his mistresses.

"Oh, of course. Here, use mine. You shouldn't be questioned, then," the Mayor said, taking a post-it off his computer screen and passing it to her.

Layla stared at the username and password. He'd had it sitting on his computer screen this whole time?! And he was handing it over like it was nothing? He didn't truly understand what he was giving her; apart from the IT department, the Mayor had the highest level access for financial records. All of the 'miscellaneous expenses' he had over the years could be traced back to his account with administrator access.

Her surprise was so overwhelming that Layla was sure the rest of her friends could feel it clearly through their brands.

"Let me know when you're done; I'll need that post-it back. I never remember the damn password. IT changes it far too often," the Mayor added, turning his attention back to his screen.

Layla could see the bright green screen of Solitaire reflected in the window behind him and forced herself to smile. "Of course, sir."

...

"Okay, I'm giving you a hug, but only because I've been trying to get into the Mayor's computer for months. He won't use any of the USBs you've left lying around, and the Council's IT department is as competent as the Mayor is incompetent. I did get into Jillian's computer with the USB trick, though; that lady needs help," Adam muttered, shaking his head and giving Layla a brief one-second hug.

"Thanks, Adam," she said warmly. "And the only reason the Mayor doesn't use the USBs is because he can't plug them in on the first try so he gives up."

Adam frowned. "I suppose stupidity works as a security measure, too. Did you find any other passwords?"

"Yeah, he has them all stuck to his computer screen, but I don't know what they're for. It could be anything from his Solitaire gaming account to his personal bank. I wrote them down when I returned the financial one after he'd left," Layla said, pulling out a scrap piece of paper from her shirt and offering it to Adam.

"Why was that in your bra?" Adam asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Women's clothes don't have pockets."

"Zach, can you design clothes for all the girls that have pockets? Or anyone who wants to wear more feminine clothing, I ain't judging," Adam added into his phone, his request going to Zach's phone speakers in the lower Hive.

"I want something pretty with lace!" Craig's amplified voice came from the lower Hive.

"Pockets!" was being chanted by the others at a volume that should not have been possible.

"I'll write it on a new piece of paper for you," Layla said with a smile, Adam looking relieved.

"Thanks, Lay."

Honey closed the Hive door, glancing to the trap door where the pockets chant was still continuing. "I think Robin worked out how to do the echo chamber."

Layla took a pen from the fridge and wrote the usernames and passwords on a new sheet of paper, destroying the scrap piece she had. "There, all done. I want to see the echo chamber."

Figuring he could wait a few more hours since he had the back door into the Council, Adam put the paper on his computer desk and followed Honey and Layla down the ramp into the lower Hive.

...

"Come on, we're talking," Grant said in lieu of a greeting, taking Craig's hand and leading him and Jewel to their room in the lower Hive.

Jewel sat down and tugged Craig onto her lap, nuzzling against his neck. "I like you all sweaty after a fight, babe. I'm going to watch Eth's recording later and get all worked up over you fighting."

"I shifted into Airborne on the last fight, so don't use that one," Craig warned her absentmindedly, trying not to freak out completely because Grant was pacing back and forth and hadn't said anything despite his initial desire to talk.

"Grant, focus," Jewel said, her voice firm.

He nodded and sat down across from them. "It's stupid."

"What?" Craig said in confusion.

Jewel groaned at her boyfriends. "Do you not remember what we learnt in Communications for Heroes, babe? This is why you need me," she muttered.

"I need you for all the reasons, talking's just one of them," Grant said.

"Craig, what Grant is trying to say is: he likes Beau and he feels stupid because they've only known each other for a week. I like him, too," Jewel admitted.

"Oh," Craig said. "Well, I've only known him for a day," he added sheepishly.

"You like Beau, too?" Jewel asked.

Craig nodded. "Yeah. He's caring and he really likes both of you."

"What did he say?" Grant asked.

"Do you only like him because he likes us?" Jewel asked.

Craig shook his head. "It's one of the reasons, but no. He's really cute and he tried to get to know me without even talking about you both, like he wanted to know me for me, not just as part of us. Though, he thought about both of you a lot, too."

"Sexy thoughts, right?" Jewel asked, pressing her body against his.

"N-no. Well, yes, but not just that. He wanted to know if you were okay and how you were going with your first assignment for Business, and if Grant had decided on an experiment for his Mad Science class yet. Like, yeah, Beau imagined making out with all of us, but it wasn't just about that," Craig said.

"Aww, he's such a sweetie."

Grant licked his lips and watched Craig and Jewel as she teased their boyfriend, kissing and nipping at his neck. "I want to send a photo to Beau."

"Hngh?" Craig asked, a perfectly reasonable question as Jewel sucked a hickey on his skin.

"Of the three of us. Just something nice, calm down, babe," Grant added when Jewel perked up.

Craig blinked, forcing himself out of the stupor that Jewel's lips always made in his brain, and held her hands over his stomach gently.

Jewel stopped kissing him and rested her chin on his shoulder, looking over to Grant. "Any photo of us would look nice, babe."

"I know," he said, grinning.

"Why?" Craig asked. "Why do you want to send a photo to him? Isn't it kinda mean? Like, this is what we've got and you don't have it?"

"I want to make sure he's interested in being with all of us. Just because he thinks about us, it doesn't mean he actually wants to be in a poly relationship. And we'd have to tell him about the conditions for dating us - not just waiting to have sex, babe," Grant added when Craig's face fell, "You know Jewel and I have our own quirks and likes and dislikes, just like Beau will have his. If he's interested in dating us. We'll send him a pic of us and ask if he'd like to be with us, okay? A picture can tell a thousand words, but the actual words mean you explain the picture properly. We're not letting miscommunication fuck up any of our relationships, whether he wants to be with us or not," he said firmly, moving to sit beside Craig and kiss him. "Promise."

"The promise would mean more if you didn't start off sentences with it's stupid, babe," Jewel teased, Grant laughing as he pulled away from Craig's lips.

"Okay, I'll pay more attention in Comms 101," he said, kissing the back of Jewel's hand.

"It's a good subject; we're looking at the downward spiral of Jetstream and the Commander after All-American Boy was fired. Apparently Mr. Boy wrote their media releases and statements, which is how the Commander got away with only doing community service after destroying so much public property," Jewel mused.

"Really? I'll have to watch the media releases. They're probably on YouTube; I'll ask Eth," Craig said, kissing Grant's cheek as Jewel slipped her hand under Craig's shirt and stroked his stomach. "That tickles!"

Jewel laughed as he squirmed. "I know. It makes you blush like crazy. You're gorgeous when you laugh, babe," she murmured, tickling him once more before turning his chin to capture his lips in a kiss.

"I'm taking a photo of this for me," Grant said, his words hot against Craig's neck.

"Share, babe."

"Always."

...

Beau was focusing on his Mad Science homework for Sky High - Mr. Medulla wanted to know where they were up to so he could ensure the work he assigned them would bring them up to the same level as soon as possible - and heard his phone vibrate on the desk. Finding it under his Super Law textbook, Beau unlocked it, one eye still on the Mad Science work. As he glanced over to the message he'd received, Beau completely forgot about Mad Science, or anything other than the photo of Jewel and Grant with Craig settled between them, all three with their cheeks red and Craig sporting several hickeys.

Was this some sort of punishment? Were they teasing him? Were they telling him they already had enough love between the three of them and didn't need, didn't want, him?

Desperately hoping that there was some sort of text involved with the photo, Beau swiped it away and held his breath as the message loaded.

Join us, Beau?

The message was from Grant, but he received another one seconds later from Jewel.

We'd love to talk to you and see if we'd get on outside of the classroom ;)

Beau's hands trembled as he typed a response, wishing he had Craig's number so he could include him in the message, too. He wanted to shout 'yes, yes, yes!' from the rooftops, but swallowed the desire, not wanting to seem as desperate as he felt.

I'd love that. Let me know when & where & I'll be there.

Opening the photo of them again, Beau hoped he could be with them one day and feel just as loved as they looked.

...

Magenta opened her bank account app, confused when she saw a larger number than she expected.

Did she have to call the bank? Would they take it away? What if she'd overspent and the money had bounced back for everything she'd purchased? What if people were going to start calling her and demanding their money?

Oh, wait. It was from the Council of Westville. She'd finally received the money from fighting those two out of twenty-five villains! And, as an extra bonus, the first lot of income from her Shifter action figure sales had been deposited into her account as well! The latter wasn't as big as she'd really hoped for, but Magenta didn't even care. She currently had two thousand dollars in her bank!

Wanting to tell someone, but doubting Will would appreciate knowing - he wasn't getting any payments from the Council after defeating the villains, and his money from the Airborne action figure sales was being controlled by his parents - Magenta looked through her contact list.

Deciding to tell Layla, Wendy, and Jewel, Magenta sent an excited text to her friends.

Guess who just got paid?!

...

Charlie headed through the hallway quietly, stopping at each door. The doors opened a crack, enough for a snippet of conversation to be heard, and Charlie wrote brief notes in their notepad before closing the door silently and moving to the next door.

Hearing Bill's boisterous voice, Charlie ensured that the man would be all right. A bouncing noise came from the room - whether his leg or a bouncy ball would be determined later - one, two, three. Three bounces meant Bill was fine, and without a fourth bounce, Charlie closed the door and continued to the next room.

"South Africa is under control; Angel's death really drove home that they need... assistance with their heroes and villains. We will have an agent in place by the end of the week," Agent C said, sounding smug despite their monotone voice.

In the time they'd know Agent C, Charlie had never seen the agent show a single emotion. In fact, Charlie was fairly certain that the Super Bureau had done something to literally remove Agent C's emotions; they'd had emotions back when they were a number, after all. It seemed like going from a number to a letter did something to these people, though none of them ever seemed to notice that their behaviours had changed between number and letter designation. Bill was watching 13 very carefully and Charlie just hoped that the kid would survive the process.

Charlie had been in 13's same position, once upon a time. Bill had given Charlie (8, back then) a bouncy ball with a note hidden inside. The note had warned of the process and the changes they might undergo. It had been scrawled on the back of a photograph of a younger Agent C laughing. Charlie had wondered how Bill had managed to fold the photo so tiny it had fit inside a hollowed bouncy ball, but more importantly, they were grateful for Bill's warning. They liked being a human being with emotions and all of the drama and disaster it involved. If 13 looked at their bouncy ball, Charlie was certain they would find a similar warning.

As grateful for Bill's warning as ever, Charlie closed the door and went to the next room to collect more snippets of information. Anything they could do to help Bill bring this place down around their ears would be well worth the consequences if they were caught.

...

"I know this might have some awful memories for you, but I thought we could overcome them together. Blue really does suit you, darling, and it would be a shame for the world to miss out on your beauty," Connor said with a smile, kissing his cheek as he presented a bag to him.

"Have you talked to Honey?" Victor asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he pulled a blue shirt out.

"Uh... no. Well, not since the last time we talked at work; it was just about the promotional video for T-800 and how to market it in anti-trans countries," Connor explained, surprised at his unexpected question.

"So you don't know what this shirt means?"

Connor frowned. "If there's some other reason than it's blue and you look gorgeous in it, then no, I don't know."

Victor held the shirt, rubbing the material between his thumb and fingers. This shirt was softer than the one he'd worn originally, though it was still the same dark navy and a very similar style. "It... Honey said..."

Connor was worried that he'd done something wrong, that he'd bought the shirt and Victor would hate it or even him for making him remember what his awful ex-wife had done to him. "Victor, darling, you don't have to wear it. I'll return it in the morning, I - "

"No. No, I want to," Victor said, smiling at Connor brightly. "Honey said that we have sex when I wear a blue shirt. Maybe not the first time, but... close enough, I guess."

Connor took a moment to process Victor's words and looked at him. "You were wearing a blue shirt that day. The shirt... You wanted to have sex with me?"

Victor nodded with tears in his eyes. "I really did. I mean, I still do. I just... Not today?"

"Of course not, darling. Jesus, I wouldn't ask it of you, not right now. I'm happy to wait until you're ready, as I always have been. Let me put the blue shirt away for you, good?"

"Thank you, Connor," Victor said, pressing a wet kiss to his lips.

"You never have to thank me, darling," Connor murmured, his scruffy beard brushing up against Victor's skin and lips.

"I love you."

Connor forced himself to stop kissing Victor. It was the first time the lithe man had ever said those words to him and he wanted to truly appreciate them and Victor. "I love you, too, darling."

Victor smiled as bright as the sun on seeing the pink colour surrounding Connor's chest. "I know."

Breathing shakily, Connor closed his eyes tightly to compose himself once more and not just back Victor against a wall and kiss and nip at his lips until he was begging for more than he wanted to receive right now.

"I am going to put this shirt away in your closet, and then I'm coming back downstairs to kiss you for hours; good?"

"Perfect," Victor said, kissing Connor's cheek before heading into the lounge room, leaning on his walking stick.

Connor watched as he walked, his gaze falling to Victor's ass in his thigh-hugging trousers, and made himself walk upstairs before he forgot about the damn shirt and just made out with Victor filthily on the couch. He planned on doing that as soon as he was back downstairs instead and could hardly wait.

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End of the hundred and thirtieth chapter.

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