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HEIST - Closed

Life is tough for a gangster, even tougher for sickeningly domestic, gun toting crew of gangsters from the quaint American city of Los Odalis.......

Tags: blood, domestic, gangster, guns, sex, sexuality, violence

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Player Level: Intermediate

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Creator: Strude

Created: 11-01-2014, 05:37 AM

 

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Game Log in [COMPLETE] Odds Are Twenty-Three Four-To-One

Five days prior to the events of Don't Shit Where You Eat. Eoin expressed his suspicion of Tally to the Boss.



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    [5 Days Prior to the Events of Don't Shit Where You Eat]


    Montgomery ground his teeth together at the sound of matal sliding against metal for the umteeth time. Eoin had been putting together and taking apart every weapon he owned, meticulously cleaning each part, inspecting them without truly looking at them. He turned each piece around between his fingers before placing them aside. When he put the gun back together the further into the process he got the rougher Eoin handled each part, forcefully sliding them together until he roughly set the weapon side and grabbed the next.

    “How many is that, four within the last hour?” Montgomery set aside his book, placing the paperback on the coffee table with his cold cup of tea. He was comfortably dressed down, suit jacket tossed over the arm of the chair opposite him the collar and cuffs of his white shirt loose and unbuttoned.

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    "Five," Eoin grumbled as he picked up yet another one and started to dismantle the pieces, "Just can't seem to get them fucking clean enough." His arms and undershirt were smeared with gun grease as he meticulously went trough the motions, his mind not even close to being on the task at hand. He kept going over the business accounts in his mind, something was definitely amiss. No matter how many times he went through them, he was still missing shipment.

    He slammed the weapon on the table with such force the leg cracked audibly. Eoin kicked the chair back from the table and started to pace. Eoin was definitely dressed as if he rolled out of bed and pulled on his jeans and wife-beater. He hadn't even bothered to pull back his long chestnut hair in to it's normal hair tie. Clearly, he was doing a terrible job at not letting the numbers bother him.

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    Monty tipped his head taking in his lieutenant strong form, the gun grease smudges on his skin and the force in which he handled his fifth weapon. The sight gave him a warm twisting sensations in the pit of his stomach. It was apparent to him that something was bothering Eoin and when he stood after damaging his desk Montgomery took to his feet also.

    “Five,” he repeated the number calmly. “The number doesn’t matter much does it.” Monty stepped into the open space of the room, slowly reaching a hand out to grip Eoin’s bicep as he passed while pacing. His palm pressed against a patch of dark grease the texture cool and tacky under his hand.

    “Want to tell me what this is all about?” Montgomery gave the taller man a firm push to turn Eoin shoulders towards the desk and step into his space. Monty’s other hand gesturing with a wave over to the collection of guns, geasey towels, and cleaning rods.

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    Eoin felt the oddly familiar feeling of gravity give way in his stomach as the firm hand rested against his bicep. His tongue flicked out to moisten his lip before he turned to take in the mess on his desk. He ran his free hand through his hair in frustration. He had wanted to keep the information from Monty, figure it out, but he was just becoming increasingly irritated.

    "I'm missing merchandise that we paid for but never received. At least not on MY end." he knew what those last two words meant and almost regretted saying them the instant they left his lips. He hated that he implicated Tally, but the paperwork never lied. Actually saying it aloud deflated him and he hunched slightly, leaning up against the back of the couch.

    "I don't like what this implies, I was hoping to find an error before I came to you with this."

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    The warm twist in his gut simmered down and deflated, giving way to a cool wave that washed over Montgomery. Talk of business always halted his desire to test the waters between him and Eoin, the safe mutual territory of co-worker always finding its way into their conversation like a solid wall. Montgomery was too much of a gentleman to force past it.

    The news did peak his interest though and Montgomery had to tip his head back and roll his shoulders. Mentally admitting defeat as he settled back into his role as boss and took a deep breath ignoring the tempting smell of gun grease and Eoin.

    “Tally’s never skimped on us before Eoin, is it possible the error is on the other end of the line?” Montgomery gripped his left wrist, fingers sliding under his loose cuffs to scratch at his skin while he thought. “What are we missing exactly?”

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    "Three uzis, a couple of the Modded M24 pieces and three glocks." he listed off the missing weapons, "everything else we received." He craned his neck to the side momentarily and lifted his arm to press in to the knot that was getting increasingly tighter in his shoulders.

    "I'm sure it's just a mistake in the paperwork." he muttered, he didn't really believe it himself. He made an almost inaudible sigh of regret as Monty's hand left his arm to scratch at his skin. He pulled himself back to a standing position, no longer leaning against the couch.

    "I'll put this shit away, didn't mean to bother you with it." he grumbled, moving away from the slightly intoxicating scent of cleanliness that seemed to extrude from Monty, Eoin did not want to deal with these feelings right now. He would rather keep that to shameful nights alone in the dark when it was just him and a bottle of Vaseline intensive care.

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    “Its not an inconsiderable amount Eoin, that is 50 grand easy, lost to a clerical error.” Monty watched Eoin stretch the muscles in his triceps bunching tight and the wife beater he wore pulling taut across his chest. Eoin made keeping their partnership strictly profession a challenge in futility.

    Montgomery bit the inside of lip, hand slipping free of his sleeve to card up through his combed back hair. Inside his head Monty reminded himself of his position, the words you’re his boss filtering uselessly through his mind. You’re his boss and you can tell him what to do, Monty smiled at that notion remember how that had ended for so many of his crew before. Sleeping with subordinates who turned out to be nothing but useless dogs out to cheat him or literally stab him in the back.

    “I don’t care about the damn mess Eoin,” Monty reached out on instinct, his tactile needs ever present, and pressed his hand flat to younger mans stomach. He’s killed for you. Every one of those filthy, useless sexual exploits at the bottom of the river for you.

    “It really bothers you doesn’t it, do you honestly think Tally has something to do with the missing guns.”

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    The muscles in his stomach twitched slightly as Monty's hand flattened over them. His breathing quickening slightly as his cheeks started to flush. He hoped that Monty contributed that coloring was due to his frustration over the matter as opposed to the desire that was surfacing.

    "It's only a hunch, I have no proof." the words mumbled together, he was very distracted at this moment. His gaze traveled up Monty's arm to his face.

    "if she's getting the same shipments, she should be losing out on money like us." Eoin could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, his conversation seemed disconnected from what he was currently imaging. Keep it professional He took a step towards Monty as opposed to back, which was what he had initially intended to do.

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    Monty felt the movement before he registered the way Eoin stepped into him, and his hand slipped down the tip of one finger hooking along the edge of Eoin’s jeans. It was a familiar dance, a game of chicken to see who stepped aside and redirected the conversation back to business.

    “You know you just have to ask, I’ll get those papers for you.” Monty dug his finger just a little deeper, two knuckles slipping past fabic and the press of Eoin’s waist. “I trust your hunch, you’ve never been wrong.”

    Monty lifted his head to look Eoin in the eyes, holding the man's stare as he felt a hot cold wave wash over him. His own heart giving a hard thud inside his chest.

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    “I want, “ he paused to gather his thoughts, what did he want? His eyes darkened as he held Monty’s gaze, mouth parting in anticipation, his tongue moistening lips once again. His usual nervous tick. Eoin’s stomach twisted in to nervous knots, he wasn’t sure if he was willing to take this dance a step further. Yet... Fuck it. His hand reached up and rested just under Monty’s ear and the back of his neck, fingers curling in a motion that led Monty to his parted lips. Dipping his head down just a little, a little more.

    As soon as he felt the moistened lips on his own, he let out an audible growl of need. His arms tightening around Ambrose. Christ! he opened his mouth slightly, his tongue searching a way in to Monty’s. This is a mistake. A goddamned, feel good, fucking mistake!

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    God damn it, Montgomery’s single finger was joined by the rest of his fingers. They slid into the space between fabric and warm body, and gripped tightly for balance. Tugging hard on Eoin’s jeans Monty’s mouth instantly opened with a welcome groan as Eoin pressed his lips against his. His pup was all searing heat, tongue and lips slanting across his with a demanding harshness that made Monty’s head swim. The growl Eoin released made his heart beat double, a hard thud inside his chest that caused his breath hitch.

    We’ve known each other 15 years, Monty thought. All those looks, every passing joke at his preferences, Eoin’s stupidity flawed sense of loyalty. All the mess he’d put Eoin through, each win or loss they experienced, shared coffees, broken bones and cut skin, buying a damn house.

    “You’re mine,” Monty murmured against the molten press of Eoin’s mouth and let himself be dragged in and held against Eoin. His own body and mouth passive enough for the younger man to feel in control.

    Let him lead, Monty closed his eyes and slid his other arm up along Eoin’s back. His palm flat and sliding over Eoin’s undershirt until he could find purchase by grabbing a fist full of the thin strap over Eoin’s shoulder.

    His pup tasted like old drink, bitter but warm along his pallet and his gun metal smell filled Monty's head with images of a wretched armory. Guns scattered across the cement floor, hundreds of dollars scratched and dented while they’d rut against one another. I’d get on my knees for him, I’d let him fuck my face and ruin my best suit.

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    Eoin felt Monty respond, lips parting to let him in. He reacted to the moan Monty let forth, a sound, until now, Eoin spent the last fifteen years secretly fapping over. This man was his life and right now all he could think of were ways to that he wanted to punish him sexually for making him part of Monty's long line of conquests.

    His gut churned, that's not what he wanted to be, some notch in a belt. Not the next backstabbing prick at the bottom of the river.

    Eoin let out another growl of frustrated tension, as Monty's hand tightened on the strap of his undershirt. He pushed them back against the wall effectively pinning Monty between him and the solid edifice.

    there was no hiding the enormous, raging hard on now. Eoin didn't care, he wanted to possess this man, his friend, boss, confidant or whatever the fuck label they wanted to use.

    "Christ!" he exclaimed, coming up for air, taking in the sight of Monty before him before he dipped down to taste his mouth again. Fuck it, fuck it all to hell I'm done hiding!

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    The wall was a sudden and solid presence at his back, knocking a huffed breath out of him. All the while Eoin surged against him, Monty could feel his hardon through his jeans pressed against his slacks. A sizzle of pride coiled through him knowing he was the cause. Monty slid his fingers free of Eoin’s waistline, rucking up his undershirt to expose his abs. Monty’s hand pressed to Eoin’s skin fingers sliding through the slick forming on his skin.

    “Not quite—” Eoin’s mouth locked over his lips again, there was no reprieve, Monty’s fingers flexing against Eoin’s stomach muscles. His own cock hardening in his slacks. But I can be your god if you want, Monty thought amused. A hot swill twisting his insides pleasantly. A god who’d bow to you.

    Monty released his grip on Eoin’s shirt strap and pressed his hand to the man’s neck. Sweaty palm meeting hot skin and stiff muscle, carding up along the base of Eoin’s skull into his mess of loose hair. It was soft between his fingers, thick and a little damp, and Monty held his friend against his mouth even as he put a scant breath between them.

    “Please say yes,” it came out breathy between them, Monty licked out the tip of his tongue tasting himself on Eoin’s mouth. The request for real permission hanging in the space where their breath mingled.

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    Forehead pressed to Monty’s, chest rising and falling in rapid succession, Eoin slid his eyes opened to slits as he heard the request. His gazed fixated on the soft lines of the mouth, he had been attached to just mere seconds before, the tang of fine wine from Monty’s mouth lingering. His own hand had a grip to Monty’s neck, he didn't seem to understand what that small request meant, what it could mean.

    “Yes” unbidden the word came in a rush as Eoin nipped at Monty’s lips again, “Fuck yes.” He pressed in to Monty harder, his hands reached up to grab the fabric of his own shirt and muscles bunching, tore it away and tossed it aside like it was some nuisance. His large hands rested on either side of Monty’s hips, fisting the fabric as he rutted against him. “Ambrose…” a heat washed over him, leaving him feeling dewy as a sheen of sweat was left in it’s wake.

    His steel resolve was crumbling, about to leave him entirely exposed. He felt himself begin to panic. His chest rose and fell as he could feel the rise of that hysteria deep within his sternum. He couldn't deal with this right now.

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    Montgomery felt a weight lift at the enthusiastic yes, the way Eoin removed his shirt and gripped his hips to grind into him made pant breathily. Eoin was like a desperate teenager, rutting for satisfaction because he didn’t know how else to ask. Monty’s grip in Eoin’s hair tightened enough to hold him back. The hand pressed against Eoin’s stomach pushing against his solid weight. Monty leaned up off the wall and pressed his mouth against Eoin’s jaw, kissing along the scruff on his face, down to the jumping pulse along his neck.

    “There are better, faster ways to ask for this Eoin.” Monty licked at Eoin’s neck and gulped down the smell and taste of him. “You didn’t have to wait for me to buy you a house.” Monty nipped at the skin of Eoin’s neck and began to carefully lower him to his knees. His back hitting and sliding against the wall, his gaze tipped upward to start into his pups face.

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    The soft caress of Monty’s lips along his chin, down to his neck caused his breath to hitch. His chest still rose and fell as he panted endlessly. He could hear Monty speak but the words were lost on him as he watched, spellbound, the man slide down to his knees. Eoin moaned the sight of such a powerful man bent like that, ready to take what Eoin was offering caused his dick to twitch.

    He held his gaze, as the words finally hit home.

    “Wait… is that what you think this is?” There was a slight shift in energy here, “Payback for some fucking place to live?” he was letting his fear take over.

    “FUCK!” He punched the wall beside Monty angrily, his fist splitting through the gypsum of the wall before he stepped back. He couldn’t believe he let it get this far, couldn’t believe that Monty thought this was for the the goddamned house.

    “Get me the fucking papers.” he gnarled as he stalked out of the room indignant.

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    Montgomery mentally chastised himself the second Eoin called him out, his brain sneezing to a halt and reversing on itself. No it wasn’t about payback for the damn house. He bought this place for them, a desperately domestic desire to provide for Eoin and Lenna. And this was about that same need to satisfy Eoin, protect him and love him the only way Montgomery really knew how. By giving everything to Eoin in worshipful body praise, gifts and things of value.

    Montgomery got to his feet a shocked expression on his face, watching Eoin’s back as the man receded out of the room. Montgomery’s mouth felt dry, tongue a useless fleshy lump that his teeth bit into. Eoin was gone before he could say anything and rage boiled under his skin.

    “God fucking damn,” Montgomery moved through the room to the gun on Eoin’s desk, grabbing the heavy metal killing tool between his sweaty hands to push it over the edge onto the floor. Followed by the gun grease, cloth and cleaning rods, each piece scattering to the floor in a faux mockery of the way Montgomery felt, wrecked and messy.

    A hand raked through his hair, clutching at the black messed in a tight grip. Monty’s eyes trailed to the broken patch of wall, the oval hole where Eoin’s fist had been. He’d hurt his pup again and there would be no body to put at the bottom of the lake to make either of them feel better.

    Montgomery kicked at the gun and stuff on the floor reaching into his pocket for his cell.


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