A New Gig

He lie on the worn down and cheap sofa, staring up at the ceiling as he fiddled with the necklace that was given to him on his birthday nearly a decade ago. Where did it all go wrong? Sure, their lives were never meant to be easy, they were never meant to have a place to call home for more than a few months at a time, but they had each other. That should have been enough, but for some reason, it wasn't.

After his unfortunate encounter last Monday night, he went back to let the crew know what went down and they decided it was best to pack up and find a new place to squat for the time being. So, in anticipation of being ambushed, they found an abandoned camping cabin in the woods northeast of Vaiano for almost a week now. There was no doubt about it that Talon was aware of the research Nguyen initiated. Why else did he mysteriously die in an "accident" all of a sudden? And less than two weeks later, he found them falling for the bait they set?

He just didn't know it was going to be Baptiste digging up that grave.

"Good diggin' this Sunday morning!" Sloan burst through the door covered in dirt and holding up a sack. "Gonna have some money coming in soon!"

"Find us some grub?" Mauga sat up, checking out that heavy-looking bag. There definitely wasn't any food in there. He frowned, his stomach growling. "Or more rocks?"

"Not just any rocks, doofus," Sloan countered, setting their drill on the designated rug and plopping down next to it. Food sounded good, but money sounded better!

"You're the doofus," Mauga watched them dig around the bag and pull out a couple of white rocks. "Looks like plain old rocks to me!"

"Alabaster," Sloan chucked a decent-sized stone at his face knowing he would catch it. Just because he was big didn't mean he was slow! "If we find the right person to sell it to, we'll make a buttload of moolah! Then we can go eat at a five-star restaurant and maybe stay in a hotel for a change."

"Well, get to lookin'," Mauga said, stretching back out on the couch and tossing the rock in the air repeatedly. Good food and a decent bed sounded good. It'd been a while since they had the money to be comfortable. "And clean up all that dirt, would ya?"

"I also found a bunch of old pottery I can repurpose and donate to a museum," Sloan ignored him, rooting around the bag when Olivia emerged from the bedroom. "Hey, Liv! You'll be able to get that new tech you wanted soon."

"Gracias," Olivia pointed at Mauga, silently motioning for him to come to her while Pigpen was distracted. "I heard you talking about alabaster. I'll find a buyer."

"You're the best!" Sloan was too busy scraping dirt off the stones to notice Mauga get up and disappear into the room.

"What's up?" Mauga shut the door behind him and glanced at her computer. "Did you finally do it?"

"Tell me the truth," Olivia said, facing him with her arms crossed. He'd been down in the dumps since Monday, and she just figured out there was more to the story than he let on.

Mauga gave a fake look of confusion, playing dumb like usual. She didn't find out, did she?

"Don't play dumb, chico grande," she rolled her eyes. "You didn't kill him, did you?"

"Who? Baptiste?" Mauga played dumb, but he knew he was caught.

"No, the Pope," she poked him in his chest sarcastically. "Who else would I be talking about?"

"Why does it matter?" Mauga sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "He's not a threat. I did him a favor by leavin' him alive! If it was anyone else, I would have ended 'em."

"I knew you couldn't kill him," she said, turning around to look at the screen. "You love him too much."

"Whatever. Just don't tell Sloan. I'll never hear the end of it," he grumbled. Sloan was very fond of their relationship for some reason and was almost as broken up about it as he was when it all went bad. Mauga didn't like talking about Baptiste. It only brought forth painful memories he wished he could recreate, but he knew even if he became the good guy again, whatever they had was over.

"Sloan is going to figure it out sooner or later," Olivia turned the screen in his direction so he could see.

"Why are you even bringing him up?"

"Because," Olivia pointed at the screen with a grin. "I finally cracked it! And I know what Talon's up to."

Mauga got up and saw everything that was going on in the background, their mission, all the job listings, all the employees and their personal information, what they were getting paid, even their job history. "No wonder they wanted his head," he muttered, scrolling through the files. Nguyen accessed top-secret info, but what alarms did he set off and how could they avoid doing the same thing? With them living off grid, they still managed to find and end him. Even Liv couldn't figure out how!

"Of course, the first thing I did was check to see if Baptiste was still around," she bumped him out of the way, clicking around until she got to the good stuff. "Check out the job he just accepted."

Mauga read the details, his eyes going wide when he realized exactly what he was about to do. "A key? This doesn't have anything to do with their mission, does it?" When he figured out what they were up to, he knew it was solely on them to put a stop to it. How? He wasn't sure yet, but he was sure they'd figure it out like they always did.

"Lo entendiste. We need to stop him before he does something he regrets," Olivia said, moving around the room to pack her things.

"He accepted this on Friday," Mauga shook his head, reading the details of the gig. There was no way he knew the weight behind the job he just took. There was no way he'd do this in his right mind. "It's Sunday! He could be halfway to Japan by now!"

"We've got his address, let's go see if he left yet," Liv offered.

Mauga got up and left the room, finding Sloan still on the floor where he left them. "Hey, Pigpen!"

"That's not very nice!" Sloan jumped up and opened the door, sweeping the dirt onto the small porch. "You big bully!"

"It's not nice of you to come inside wearing a decade's worth of dirt!" Mauga complained, throwing his things into his bag. "But it doesn't matter now. We gotta go."

"Aww! But we just got here!" Sloan whined, brushing the dried dirt off their jacket.

"Change of plans," Mauga dug through the cabinets, looking for anything they could take with them for the time being. "Liv cracked the file."

"Nguyen's?! Took her long enough!"

"Yeah, he had that shit locked down like the Supermax," he chuckled. "But for good reason. At least we know why he died and what they're after."

Sloan knew whatever Nguyen was looking into was related to Talon, and that he died because of it. "What's keeping them from coming after us next?"

"Nothing. But that's why we need to go now," Mauga didn't feel like explaining, not until he had breakfast. Which he hoped they'd do before they went on their next freelance job.

"Where we headed?" Sloan wasted no time getting their stuff together and waiting at the door. They were always the first to be ready, with Liv coming in a close second and the boulder dead last. They never understood how he could be so anal about his appearance! But God forbid his hair be slightly frizzy or tangled!

"Back to Tuscany," Mauga said, staring at his reflection in the broken television and running a comb through his hair. Should he dye it? He was sick of looking at those greys that were right at the front of his hairline!

Olivia came out of the room and saw Mauga staring at himself with an annoyed look on his face. "You dye them, and I'll never leave you alone about it!"

"I hate to say it, but I agree!" Sloan liked the patch of white hair he had. It gave him an eccentric look that sort of evened out his burly look, and he'd been going on and on about dying it black for a while now like a loser!

"Shut it, both of you," he said, settling for putting it up in a bun. He usually got clowned for that too, but it was hot, and his hair was thick and held a lot of heat!

"Back to the man bun I see," Sloan snickered.

"I'd rather you dye the greys," Liv joked, laughing with Sloan.

"I said shut it!" Mauga grumbled, throwing his bag across his back and walking through the front door. "Now let's go get some food. We've got our hands full with this next gig. And we're not getting paid for it, so we better sell that alabaster fast."

"What's the plan?" Sloan followed him out of the cabin and turned to wait for Liv, who was closing the door behind them.

Mauga sighed. "We're going to get Baptiste."

"I knew it!" Sloan bounced around him with excitement. "I knew you couldn't kill him!"

"Yeah, but now he's about to do something he won't be able to take back, so we're on our way to stop him."

"I hope you're ready for me to play Cupid!" Sloan gushed. They'd always been a fan of those two, so hearing that Bap might be coming back was exciting!

"Yeah, well," Mauga muttered, opening his electronic map and pushing through the trees. He wasn't looking to rekindle anything, only to keep him from making another huge mistake. It'd been years; he may have missed him and the memories, but he was over it now. "Don't get your hopes up."

"Hey," Liv stopped him. "I know you're feeling down about this, but don't beat yourself up, bueno? We'll save him, I promise."

"If he's not already in too deep."

"You can go and visit them any time you want, you know."

"I can't face them like this, and you know it," he growled out, watching his family enjoy a picnic in a small park from afar. Every day, he regret letting the doctor experiment on his body, even though it saved his life. At what cost? At what cost did he have power and immortality? He could no longer show his disfigured face around his family, and he could only be thankful they assumed he was dead.

So, in between jobs and medical checkups, he'd find himself in Axotlán watching—or more like stalking—his wife and kid as they lived their lives. It'd been five years since the accident, five years since he held his son, five years since he heard his wife's voice. It wasn't as if they'd cast him out if he showed his face, it was just… the person he'd become. He wasn't a good guy anymore, he was aware of that. He'd killed innocent people for little gain, he'd blackmailed and tortured, he'd stolen and lied. He wasn't the Gabriel he was when he was "alive", and he had the doctor to thank for it. His family didn't deserve to see him this way. They needed to keep the good memories they had of him.

"Instead, you torture yourself," Moira sighed, standing next to him and leaning on the rail. He'd been in Mexico watching his wife and kid for a few weeks, and it was time for a new job. "Watching them from a roof across the street. And in broad daylight."

"Anyone who approaches me deserves to die," Gabe retorted with a snort. He'd come across a brave human a time or two, but usually, they scurried off with one look at his mask. He also had his fair share of run-ins with cops, but with his abilities, he always got out of whatever hole he dug himself in. Most of the time, people left him alone as they should.

"I suppose you are intimidating enough to live freely without worry," Moira mused, watching his family live their lives without him.

"Why are you here?" He rumbled, knowing she was only there for one thing.

"Why do you think? It'll help get your mind off your loved ones…" Moira wished he'd do away with the remaining petty emotions he had left over like one of her other patients. While he never let them get in the way of his work, he had the capacity to be second in command, if not the leader of their organization, but he continued to hang onto the trivial. She sighed. "But I know you will be back. How long do you plan on watching them? It's been five years."

Gabe stayed silent, watching his almost teenage son fly a drone while his mother ate snacks. A few years ago, he would have given anything to join them. Now? It was best he stayed as far away from them as he could. Even though he still had love for them in whatever heart he had left, he was numb to the pain of not being with them by now. The doctor asked how long he'd watch them, and his answer was until they died. He may not have had the purest intentions with the rest of the world, but he'd protect and take care of his family at all costs, no matter what.

Just as long as he remained anonymous.

"What's the job?" He asked, inhaling deeply through his mask. He guessed he could use the distraction.

"Just to keep a lookout and make sure someone does theirs," Moira opened the electronic document, showing him the details. She oversaw a very important project, and it relied solely on the completion of this job, so everything needed to play out perfectly. Her precious experiment Gabe was the right one to make sure that happened.

So, he had to babysit some contractor? Story of his fucking life. But if he was being sent to watch someone, there was a good possibility their job was an important one. He glossed over the details, rolling his eyes beneath his mask. He didn't feel like traveling, but it looked like the job was just accepted, so he had some time. "Does this have anything to do with your top-secret project?"

"Oh, it isn't mine," Moira closed the file and handed him the device. "It's Akande's. I just oversee the process."

"You and your pet, I assume," Gabe didn't know the details of what was going on in the background, but he knew it was something serious. How would he profit from it?

"My pet is unaware of what is truly happening." Moira felt bad for leading him on like they were; she'd unwillingly grown close to him. Because he wasn't fully in his right mind, she felt some sort of… responsibility for him and tried to keep his best interest at heart. While he wasn't harmless by any means, he was an innocent being. A brilliant, powerful, innocent astrophysicist.

However, the power that ran in his bloodline made him the only one on Earth who could complete the final step of the project. Talon had been watching the family for decades, possibly for a century or two, waiting for the right moment to initiate the plan. Then, along came the completely unstable Siebren de Kuiper, the last and most powerful of them all.

Akande wasted no time assigning Moira to gently recruit him, luring him in with every piece of technology they had at their disposal. He joined with little persuasion, and she took it upon herself to help him control his power. In the beginning, it was only for selfish reasons, like not wanting him to destroy the headquarters or accidentally harm any of the members, but after a handful of years, she began to care for him and even went as far as calling him her friend.

"Sounds about right," Gabe shoved the device into his pocket and continued watching his family. He wasn't sure when he'd be back to see them again. He had a feeling something big was about to go down, and that he'd be needed at headquarters.

"I assume you will see to it that the job is completed," Moira said, about to head back to her pet. "See me afterward. I want to make some enhancements to your cells." With that, she vanished, heading back to her base in Rome.

"Ah, Doctor! Lovely to see you again!"

"I have only been gone for a few hours, Siebren," Moira reappeared in the common area of her base, finding him exactly where she left him; on the sofa watching old Dutch movies.

"The art of teleportation," he said fondly. "If only you'd share the wonders with me!"

"As I've said time and time again, Doctor," Moira sighed, handing him a paper bag. "I will not perform any experiments on you. You have enough on your plate."

He perked up when he saw the familiar bag, his spirits always lifted when he had a snack. "Bas Bakt! Very kind of you, Doctor!"

"I figured I had the time," Moira said, sitting next to him. She didn't understand how he could be content watching old movies, but to each their own, she supposed.

"Rotterdam has grown on you," he said between bites of bread. "I remember when you refused to step foot in the city."

"Well, with time, humans evolve. It's not nearly the dumpster fire it was the first time I visited." It was only because of Siebren that she developed a likeness for the Netherlands. He grew homesick often, so he would drag her along on his excursions… or more like she would feel obligated to join him and make sure he didn't wander off, lost in his head. "Though, I only like it because I was forced to," she joked with a sigh.

"You must give my people more credit, Doctor," he said with a laugh. She was very amusing! "If I remember correctly, you took me to Ireland a time or two."

"That was only for the sake of experimentation, and speaking of experiments," she waited for his surge of excitement, as he tended to enjoy throwing himself into projects as she did. "We have a very important one coming up, and your participation is crucial."

"Always happy to help, Doctor, no questions asked."

That was what Talon liked most about him; he didn't pry even when things went haywire. At the same time, she felt it was one of his biggest flaws. Siebren was always so eager to assist as long as he got to use those gears in that brain of his, no matter the project. While she felt it a flaw, she was also envious of his innocence. Ignorance was bliss. "Perfect," Moira stood, heading off to her study. "I need you on your toes for this, Doctor."

"I haven't seen you this excited in ages," Baptiste said from his cup while they sat at the kitchen table. He usually got downstairs and started the coffee before Jesse even rolled out of bed for the day, but today, he was up and at 'em first thing in the morning! It was finally his turn to be greeted with fresh coffee.

"Today's Friday," Jesse cheesed, snapping his paper open. "Best damn day of the week, for more than one reason," he nodded.

"I trust you'll tell me all about it when you come back—if you even come back tonight!" Baptiste laughed, thinking of calling for his lotus since it'd been a few days since he'd seen him. Jesse got to get laid, why shouldn't he?

"I dunno how it's gonna play out," Jesse said, picking up his mug. "But if I have my way, you won't see me 'til early afternoon tomorrow!"

"Next day! That bad, huh?"

"You don't even know the half of it." Jesse had been attending that class and working on his painting, or trying to since Monday, but he could barely focus with that hot piece of ass he was just dying to get into! All week, they'd exchanged heated glances and suggestive conversation, unknowingly riling him up the entire time, and he was ready to explode! "He's got it comin' for sure."

"Making any progress on your painting?" Bap asked, munching on a piece of bacon. "Bring it by, I want to see it."

"Oh, no," Jesse didn't know where this sudden surge of pride came from, but he wasn't against it. "It's a work in progress. I ain't showin' it to anybody 'til it's done!"

"Seriously?" Bap quipped. "Since when do you care so much about art? Don't get me wrong, I like this for you. It's just random."

"Yer tellin' me!" Jesse agreed it was random, but it was refreshing to think about something other than work and how painfully lonely he was. Even though he was sure this was probably just a fling, it was still a nice change of pace. "But I'm all for it. It's different."

"It fits you," Baptiste sat back in his chair and looked him over, imagining him with the whole artist look. "Painter Jesse, messy hair, paint everywhere, sort of a hippie. I can see it."

"A hippie?" Jesse snorted. "Please. I ain't no damn hippie! I'm just a country boy who's into a little art, that's all."

"That's how it starts," Baptiste chuckled, sipping from his mug.

"Ya gonna judge me if I do turn into one? I like their carefree outlook on life," Jesse was tired of living a normal, adult life. To run away and live in a van and drive around the country sounded serene.

"Yeah, I guess they don't have much to worry about, but we," Bap scarfed down the last bit of his bacon. "Have obligations. Too many irons in the fire to just drop everything and leave."

"Yeah. Speakin' of, when ya gonna head to Rome? I can probably just tell 'em today I lost the target and head with ya," Jesse offered. He wasn't really looking forward to lying and getting his ass handed to him, but for a piece of delicacy that was Hanzo, it was worth it!

"I'm gonna set an appointment here in a bit, probably after you leave," Bap got up to rinse his plate and picked up his laptop before sitting back down with a groan. "I am not looking forward to this."

"An' I am?" Jesse exhaled sharply.

"You're getting something out of this. All I'm getting is a pay cut and bottom-of-the-barrel gigs after this," he wondered what happened to the scene and if Mauga cleaned up after him. He also wanted to know why Talon wanted whatever intel Nguyen had and if they had anything to do with his death, which he assumed was sudden. The entire situation led him again to believe that maybe Talon wasn't in the best of light.

And encountering Mauga again, like that? His words rang in his head; why didn't he feel anything? After all the time they spent together, building that freelance team, all the good they did, saving people, recovering things, the land they saw, the gun fights they'd gotten in, and while some of the jobs they went on required a little B and some stealth here and there, they never hurt anyone unprovoked. They never meant any malice or harm.

He'd done more harm working for Talon these past few years than the good he'd done freelancing, and he felt nothing. Being hit with this realization, he wondered if that's what Niran meant about him needing to be saved. This wasn't who he used to be, and he'd only downgraded as a person. Unfortunately, it was a fleeting thought.

How sad.

"Whaddya mean 'you ain't gettin' anythin' outta this'? You supposedly have a cute little angel yer dyin' to get into!" Jesse chortled. "What're the chances he still woulda shown his face if you'd completed the job with no issue?"

"Likely," Bap shrugged with a cocky smirk. "He's obsessed with me."

"An' yer sure it ain't the opposite?" Jesse folded his paper up and tossed it on the counter. It was time to go see his Japanese beauty, and he couldn't have been more excited. He hoped it wasn't written all over his face.

"Maybe. We've got a healthy attachment to each other," Bap knew whatever they had going on was out of the ordinary and consuming, but it wasn't hurting anybody!

"After what you told me?" Jesse knew how clingy Baptiste could be sometimes, and it sounded like he finally met his match. Those two were all over each other from the moment they met, and from what he could remember from their past conversations, he wasn't too touchy-feely with his ex. "Doubt it."

"Is it a bad thing?" Bap asked, feeling a little too conscious about his behavior. Was he really all over him like he remembered? He couldn't help it!

"Not at all, especially if he welcomed it," Jesse had his moments when he wanted to be smothered in love, but not all the time like his needy friend here! "Two flirts in one room? That only means one thing to me!"

"Hey! I can control myself!" Bap grinned, lying to both himself and Jesse. "I held back!"

"Sure, but how much longer can ya? Jesse grabbed his red serape and walked to the door, unsure if he was going to be out late and it would sometimes get cool in the evening. "I know I personally can't hold myself back any longer. An' if someone as levelheaded as me can't, then I know yer gonna pounce the first chance ya get!"

"Come on," Bap polished off the last bit of his coffee. "He's an angel. I can't just… it wouldn't be right, would it? I mean, you have it easy. A demon? There are no rules there."

"What's the difference?" Jesse asked, turning the knob and opening the door. "If it were such a bad thing, I'm pretty sure he'd put a stop to things. Don't think too much about it," he said with a wink before stepping out and leaving for the day.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Bap said to himself as he opened his laptop and logged into his work account. He was going to make a pretty penny from that job, but now he was going to have to scrimp and save until his next gig, whenever and whatever it may be. Before he set an appointment, he scrolled through the available jobs and saved a few that interested him, hoping he could claim them before anyone else did, if he was even allowed to do them.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized how shitty Talon was when it came to discipline. You fail one job, and you run the risk of losing the perk of first picks, lower-paying jobs, or even termination depending on what the job was, and he had a feeling this was something very important.

With that, another thought popped into his head. Were they safe? Mauga, Liv, Nguyen, and Sloan… he'd grown so close to them back then, and he still felt the guilt for leaving like he did. Now, Talon was most likely after them and if they'd already gotten one, who's to say they couldn't get the other three? Had they recruited more or were they content with their little group? He thought about maybe groveling and rejoining them, but… he liked the money he made, and would it really be the same if he went back? With his leaving looming over the group? It'd probably be awkward, right?

Suddenly, his laptop chimed and brought him out of his thoughts. "A call?" He glanced at the bottom of the screen and sighed. He must have dug himself in a hole bigger than he thought if he was going out of his way to call. He groaned, reluctantly clicking the answer button. Thank goodness it wasn't a video call!

"Boss! I was just about to schedule an appointment to head down to Rome," Bap said to the screen, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Don't bother," Akande said abruptly. "I have a better offer for you."

"Oh?" Baptiste was worried in the beginning, but it sounded like he had a good gig for him. Honestly, he'd take anything to not have to go to headquarters! Sucked for Jesse, though. "What do you have in mind?"

"I just sent a job to your inbox. Take it, and I'll consider your last one even."

Bap eagerly opened his inbox, eyes immediately landing on the payout. "Is this real?" He asked aloud as he scanned the details. Apparently, this gig required travel to a different country! It'd been a while since he left Italy.

"You have a week to decide," Akande said from the other side of the screen. That was more than enough time, but he was feeling oddly… generous. While the attempt to collect sensitive data failed, this next project was bigger and had an outcome that would work better in his favor. He was in a good mood.

A week? That was generous! "I'll take it," he said quickly. Maybe he could have Jesse tag along just in case he ran into any trouble. Judging from the details, it seemed like an easy job, get in, find the box, get out, but he could never be too careful. It wasn't like he could just run home if something went wrong.

"Excellent. Take the week to get your documents together. Check in once you get there."

"Great, thanks!" Baptiste slammed his laptop shut with a content sigh. What was so special about that box that he was willing to look past his failure? More importantly, what was in it? It was hidden in an abandoned mansion in Japan, but if it was so important, why hadn't anyone else found it yet?

At any rate, he was getting paid to do a job, not to ask questions. He got up and went back into his room to look for his gear, wanting to get it together and make travel arrangements now so he could take the next few days to enjoy the worry-free downtime while he could.

He plopped onto his bed and clicked on the television, flipping through the channels aimlessly. Figuring he should let Jesse know, he grabbed his phone and sent him a quick text telling him he was off the hook while thinking of the last thing he said before he left. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing. He should take his advice and not think about it too much, huh?

Should he call out for him? He said if he would hear him if he did.

"You were just thinking about me, weren't you?"

"Lotus!" Bap jumped up and wrapped him in a bear hug, elated he decided to suddenly appear in his room. "I was thinking of you, how'd you know?"

"I know things," Niran wanted to come back sooner than then, but he didn't want to seem desperate or clingy! Instead, he waited for Bap to call out for him, but it'd been a business week, and he hadn't yet! "I was waiting for you to call for me, but I was starting to get a little discouraged," he admitted while his chocolate knight nuzzled his neck.

"I've been wanting you in my arms since you left on Monday," Bap replied honestly, pulling him over to his bed as they collapsed onto it. "But I didn't want to seem clingy, so I was waiting for you."

"How funny," Niran let himself melt into him, having missed his affection all week. "I felt the same way!"

Bap looked at him with a sultry smile. "Then why are we fighting it? Let's just stick together like glue," he hummed.

"Okay," Niran needed zero convincing! He rolled them so that he was on top, straddling his hips. What a view! It was apparent Bap's body was reacting quickly to him, and he wanted to indulge so badly. "What do you want to do, dàalíng? I'm all yours."

Bap stared up at him in awe, his hands acting like magnets and attaching securely to his hips. What did he want to do? He wanted to ravish him, right then and there! But… he'd behave, even though it was killing him inside! "Don't tell me that," he said, voice husky, eyes lidded.

"But it's true," Niran said sweetly, dragging his fingers down a strong chest. He knew all about the fire he was lighting, and he wanted those Caribbean flames to engulf him!

"All mine, huh?" Bap took his hand and sucked on caramel fingers sensually. He even tasted divine. "The things I want to do to you…" he mumbled, opening his loose shirt and revealing a perfect chest.

"Bap," Niran was just as lost in the vibes as he was, if not more! He leaned down, fixing his lips to his neck and grinding against him. "Just take me," he whispered into his ear.

Bap groaned with need, holding his hips and matching his movements. He couldn't just have his way with him like that! He had to have some semblance of control! "Lotus…" He held his face, his composure slipping from him quickly. "Not yet."

"Not yet?" Niran pouted.

"Why don't you take me to a few more of your favorite places?" Bap suggested, combing his fingers through white hair. "I want to see more. I want to know more about you, about the world."

Niran sucked his teeth, disappointed that Bap wouldn't bite yet. He was so respectful, so concerned that he was an angel and whether whatever they were doing was wrong, but that only made him want it more! Bap was pure and wholesome, and very, very horny! It was amusing that someone with his sex drive hadn't been intimate with anyone in quite some time, but he had a feeling it had something to do with whatever was brainwashing him. What would their first time be like? He could only imagine!

"Okay, I'll take you somewhere," he smiled down at him before finally connecting their lips for the first time and teleporting them to a different world.