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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.

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.

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.

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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It had been three days since things had slipped up between Monty and himself. Eoin had been avoiding the house entirely opting to stay at the office in the warehouse, silly, he knew but he had to sort through what had happened. The truth was, he didn't really know how to talk about what happened, or even if he could come to terms that he let himself be seen as that vulnerable.

He headed in to the building avoiding all common areas and climbed the spiral staircase up to the third floor.The area was empty, both Artemis and Snow apparently were doing business elsewhere or were in the other common areas of the house. He let out a long held breath relieved that Lenna would be there by herself, he didn't want anyone else to hear what he had to say.

“Fuck” he paced outside of Lenna’s room, feeling like a goddamned teenager again in some awkward high school drama. He kicked out at the carpet, he should just fucking pretend nothing happened. But he didn't want to pretend that it didn't happen. His shoulders sagged as he leaned up against the door, “Fuck…” he whispered, his voice full of the despair he actually felt.

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When Lenna received the text message three days ago the implication was pretty clear, at least in regards to Montgomery. The man had always been very forward with his intentions but to ruin Eoin, Eoin of all people? There was either more to the incident than she had initially imagined or the possibly sociopathic lieutenant had thinner skin than she remembered.

Either way, she didn't do all that much to check on the younger male because she was vain enough to be milling through different outfits to entice a VICE cop. It was all business she'd swear. It totally had nothing to do with the fact that she was unsure how to approach the pup without seeming like she knew too much. Sure, she'd shot the occasional glance, but there hadn't been anything definitive until she received a text from Eoin.

She knew that she was putting herself between two volatile members of the household but she was also killing two birds with one stone. She would be able to gauge Wolfie's mental state while counseling him through whatever-the-fuck romance issues her significant other had put him through.

Hearing the lightly whispered expletives of her second-in-command, Lenna opened the door and gestured for Eoin to walk inside and led him to her bed.

"Come on," she said with a warm smile, "let your old friend know what's on your mind."

The bed was soft as he took his seat, much better than that hard cot he had spent three days hardly sleeping on, of which the dark circles under his eyes stood testament to. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to think of which words to start with, or not to start with.

“I think I fucked up.” It’s what he started with, surely she had SOME idea of what had happened. Eoin had become that notch in Monty's belt that he so desperately wanted to avoid becoming. At least, he thought he had become that notch. Ambrose hadn’t once tried to reach out to him to see if he was still alive. Eoin had essentially become that drowning victim at the bottom of the river who was just now grasping at Lenna to keep afloat.

“Did… did Ambrose say anything to you?” his grey eyes searched hers. “I gotta find a way to apologize and get things back to something professional. He’s my boss, I gotta just remember that, keep that whole, you know?” he was rambling some, he didn’t really want to come out and say, I don’t want to be his next notch, I waited fifteen years for this. Avoidance… that’s what he should do, shove down these feelings in to a hard ball in his stomach.

"I think I fucked up."

He was nearly word for word with Monty with the exception that Lenna could at least hug the boy in front of her rather than awkwardly walk across the hall. And she did. She wrapped her arms around the long-haired pup (who she sometimes forgot was really a wolf in disguise) for a few moments before letting go and having her hand linger on his forearm.

"Everyone fucks up at least once or twice around here," she replied, "even Monty himself."

She realized that she was being vague, but part of her wondered how much she was allowed to tell the man. Monty liked being told everything. He liked controlling everything, but the truth was that he couldn't. He couldn't control how Eoin reacted and he couldn't even control how he himself reacted. How would he feel not knowing what exactly Lenna was telling the pup?

"He's going to skewer my ass for telling you this but he really does care for you, she said, "I've been fucking this man for years and working with him even longer. He wouldn't asked me to check up on you otherwise."

Kersty shoved his cell into his pocket with a curt shake of his head.

“No the plan seems clear enough. I’ll take Matty, Snow and Artemis to Tally’s server farm across town. They’ll get the evidence you need and then I’ll bring the kids home.” Kersty rolled his shoulders, taking a deep breath.

“I do hope you don’t find what you’re looking for though.” Kersty looked to Montgomery’s back, his eyes going soft around the edges. He sort of felt bad for the old guy, this business was tough to those on top. Kersty never thought he’d suffer another territorial dispute of this scale again.

Montgomery ticked turning to look at the man staring down his back. “I hope we don’t find anything either. It’d be nice to keep our best supplier alive and a war off our hands.” Montgomery glanced to Lenna and Jesiz, looking over his lovely lady and his skillful trafficker.

“No Jesiz we don’t where Tally’s people are or what they’re doing. So while you're out watch your back Jesiz.” Montgomery smiled at the drug dealer, even if she wasn't in bed with him he did care about her. Jesiz had always been good to him and his business, she was trusted and skilled at what she did. “You go handle your trade and meet us back at the house in a few hours.”

Monty hummed his approval, a soft gravely sound toward Lenna. That is my girl. He loved how social she was, beautiful manicured nails hooked into so many people, so deep they couldn't feel it. Even Montgomery was at her beck and call, Lenna could bad her pretty lashes and Monty was gone. She was his princess, always had been, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

“It’s settled then. Kersty take the kids out to play, while the adults talk business.” Monty looked to Eoin, a little hitch in his chest as he looked down at his cell in his hand and the messages there. Still my loyal pup, He thought.

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TEAM ONE MOVE TO LESS QQ MORE PEW PEW
TEAM TWO MOVE TO NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE . . . DRESS NICE!

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Eoin hugged her back with a slight shake of his head, he knew of their past, had been there for some of it as well. Eoin closed his eyes a moment,as he tried to muddle through is own thought process, man it was so much easier to just go to the range and let out a clip or two of rounds than to talk about this feeling shit. He anxiously got to his feet and paced, he had to let someone know, might as well be Lenna, she might actually understand what he was wrestling with.

“I want to,” he started as he began to walk back and forth, “I want to fuck Ambrose.” He cleared his throat as he kept his gaze to the ground, “And not just once, dammit.. all the fucking time. Cause, I feel.. this shit you know.” he was terrible at explaining it, “And this shit is the fucking problem… I need to be professional, protect his ass from all the other crack holes out there that want a piece of him. I can’t fucking do that if I’m not here.” he clenched a fist, the knuckles making popping sounds, “you know what that’s like right? feeling something like that, bein ashamed of feeling that shit? So what the hell am I supposed to do with all that?”

The drape of the suit hugged Eoin’s body in a way that made the ladies of the restaurant swoon as he passed by. Eoin had to dig deep in to his closet to find this number, he was going to wear it to some wedding he had been invited to, but recalled putting a bullet between the groom’s eyes. Waste not want not, he had put it away for another time, and this was that other time. He hadn’t come with Monty, it took him some time to dig the suit out of storage and to find the books up in the office.

He descended towards the table and decided to have fun for the evening, he disarmed the entire table with his crooked half smile that actually met his eyes. He was being devilishly coy this evening. Heavy artillery always put him in a good mood, even past events couldn’t touch on the mood they could bring on him.

He’d like to stroke Ambrose the way he cared for his pieces. He could imagine how that man would just sing once he got his hands on him. His licked his lips, moistening them as he took his place to the right of Monty. He was feeling very confident this evening, which was a good change from the chaos he felt the last five days.

“I see Tally hasn’t arrived just yet.” he responded, “have you ordered yet?”

Boy did she know the feeling all too well. Hiding, pretending that you were someone else on the outside when the real you just wanted to bust out. God how long had he been feeling this way? How long had she not known about it? She knew the pain all too well, but at least she found solace in the fact that she'd been able to drag up whenever she went out on a job. She empathized with his feelings of shame and need to push everything away, but already knew that attempting to keep things professional didn't work well in the family.

"Fuck the shame Wolfie," she answered, her voice growing firm, "you think we got where we are now by being ashamed of who we are? You think I can be the most powerful woman, by being ashamed that I used to have a dick?"

She let go of him and went to grab two glasses and a bottle of wine from the cabinet before sitting back down. She had done the less than courteous thing and set the wine bottle on the bed's shelf in case Eoin needed more liquid courage (which she was sure he did). She handed one of the half-filled glasses to him before taking a sip of her own favorite, Merlot.

"You're right that I used to feel that way, but the thing about that is love," she relaxed herself, "I stopped hating myself. I stopped acting like I loved everyone else's opinions more than my own. I started loving myself for who I really was and I realized that I loved Monty and he loved me too. We aren't professional like how Jezebelle and Monty are or even Snow and Monty are, but we still protect each other. We still believe in each other."

God once the words started pouring out, they wouldn't stop.

"I'm not saying this shit is going to be smooth sailing, but the only thing stopping you from fucking Ambrose is you."

He took the wine and tossed the liquid down his throat as he listened to her. Wine really wasn't his thing but it did calm his nerves and remind him of Monty. Eoin sat back down as she spoke.

"Fifteen years of self loathing and shame don't just go away. " His mind couldn't grasp the notion that he was allowed to feel. He was allowed to love Monty. It never occurred to him that Monty might even love him back.

"What am I supposed to do? Scream out to the household, Hey! I'm in love with Ambrose Montgomery and still get the same respect as before?" He grunted, "not likely." He filled his glass with more of the red liquid and drank it back. In that one statement he had told Lena how he rally felt. The elephant in the room finally uncovered.

"YOU think I should tell him, don't you?"

Lenna finished the rest of her glass slowly, gracefully as she focused on her friend with open ears. It was the same song and dance, but being an outsider rather than an insider she knew easy it sounded, but how hard it actually was in practice. Hindsight was 20/20 and being involved with Monty made her yearn even more to push him toward her boss-and-lover. He wouldn't judge Eoin and if what she think happened had actually happened, he wanted this as more than a simple power play.

Of course, she had neglected the fact that Eoin wasn't a very open soul. Talking to Monty helped her, but that was because she was actually willing to talk in the first place. Now she had to get a man secretive as the pup to talk to Monty.

"Yes actually I do," she finally answered, grabbing the bottle and filling her glass nearly to the brim (she didn't dare get the floor dirty), "shout it from the heavens or just slip him a note I don't know. It doesn't have to be a royal wedding. Everyone already knows that Monty's the resident bicycle (except he rides you, not the other way around) so no one's going to give a fuck."

She laughed. "Except the man who really matters."

Montgomery had escorted Lenna from their car, taking her by the hand with a smart smirk. He lead her into the restaurant, pulling out her seat and helped her slip down onto the plush upholstery, before rounding the table to his own side. He slid into his own seat, careful not wrinkle his suit, sliding the chair close to the table. Tucked away as they were Montgomery reached across and squeezed Lenna’s knee, turning in the small space to press a warm kiss to her sharp cheeks.

“I’m going to buy you the most expensive dress when we’re done,” he promised savoring the softness of her skin while they had a moment alone. This hand caressing over her thigh, sliding teasingly up toward the hem of the dress she wore.

Across the establishment Eoin strolled between tables, his own suit a welcome sight. Not that Montgomery minded his usual rugged attire, the suit did do wonders to mature the young man. He looked ready to slay, a Bond esque intensity surrounding Eoin as he approached.

Montgomery couldn’t help the way his eyes traveled up and down his pup. Lips pulling back wolfishly for a brief moment before he cleared his throat. “Ordered the usual,” he said eyes looking to the empty seats and back to Eoin. He’d need to buy the man more suits and never let him leave the house, it was sinful how well Eoin cleaned up.

Setting down the empty cup on the side table, Eoin got to his feet. He understood what Lenna was saying, knew it was what he should do. He took her hand and pulled her in to an embrace, it was easy to figure out why Monty loved her. He landed a peck on the smooth skin of her her cheek.

"Thanks, Lenna." Eoin stepped back from her, he needed to properly digest this. A lot of drink, some blow and a two-bit hooker just might clear his mind enough to actually tell Monty. That or cement the decision of shutting the fuck up. Either way, he'd deal with it tonight, in his own way.

He pulled free his phone and quickly jabbed out a message.

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Kersty hooked an arm around Matthew’s shoulders, hauling the kid into zyr chest with a gruff grunt. “So bitch what exactly do you do for Monty besides wag your twink ass around.” Ze squeezed Matthew’s shoulder where ze gripped him.

They stood about five blocks from the docks outside a small compound where Tally kept one of several server farms. The grounds were visually empty of people, no one patrolling the area, much to Kersty’s relief. Inside a few lights were on, from what they could make out the main office and a small side office to the far side of the building. The far office was no concern they didn’t need to go to that side of the building, and Kersty had made sure Gailbrathe had the place cleared out. Their only issue was the main office, walking straight in wasn’t the best of plans they would need to avoid the front doors as much as possible.

Kersty huffed above Matthew leaning his head to the side to press his cheek into the kids hair. Kersty didn’t much like the creepy ass shark mouthed kid, but he wasn’t bad company either. If he was honest no one with him was bad company. Kersty waved over Artemis and Snow.

“Ladies,” he teased. “After some intense recon I believe we need to go in through the back!” Kersty whooped at his own not-really-a-joke joke, laughing and holding his hand out for a fist bump.

The office was quiet and warm, the overhead lights dimmed down to ease the strain on Montgomery’s eyes. He sat hunched over, arms crossed on the desk to provide a pillow for him to lay his head. His skull ached dully after staring at his computer screen and arguing over the phone with some Russian fellow about the UTAS UTS-15 ^{pump-action tactical bullpup shotgun} he wanted shipped in three days. It had cost him more money than he cared to admit to buy the weapon and even more to get it within four days. Nickolas had been accommodating though and Montgomery appreciated the old man’s efforts.

The weapon itself was laid out on a table in the armor where Monty had spent an hour setting it up on display while staring down at his cell. He had received the text from Eoin, the message short and sweet, his stomach turning on itself at the memory of a few nights prior. He hadn’t been sure he wanted to give Eoin the gun, recalling his sloppy comments about the house, but he didn’t know how else to apologies.

Montgomery had gathered the courage to respond after the gun was setup. His fingers sliding over the smooth screen of his phone as he settled in his office chair, his laptop screen closed and turned off.

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With how often Matthew was set on tasks alone, being with a small group of people was kind of a breath of fresh air. It was kind of nice, and he hoped somewhere in the back of his mind that a few of them out here wouldn't be a breaking point in getting them caught. Really they only needed two of them, but he wasn't going to argue with Montgomery's plans.

Kersty leaning on him a little was a grounding point to keep his mind on task. He scoffed up at them, scrunching his face up in an amused grin, "You say that like there had to be more." It was less a stab at Monty's taste and investment in hiring people and more a jab at his own ass being fantastic. "You remember that gush of info on Heir Corp in '12, the human trafficking they were doing? And then out of the blue they were all over the news? Totally me." He smiled up at Kersty, looking back at the other two walking with them with the same smile. He'd done other things, but that was one of his biggest spills. He was, if nothing else, a good little tattletale.

Watching the building slowly rise in stature as they got closer, he kept an eye on all the windows, the few lights. He licked over his lips, brow pressing tight. He looked back at Artemis and Snow, then Kersty, and mused allowed, "So, if this is just confirming suspicion, it could be a misunderstanding, right? I mean, aren't Tally and the boss like, starcrossed lovers or something?" Matthew hummed, "Never gonna question orders, but..."

He wondered if with Tally out of the picture, if they'd be taking over her territory too, or if it would be handed down to someone Monty could trust in the position. Matty decided not to dwell on it because in situations like this, it was probably best not to interfere with the plans of kings.

The words 'armory' and 'got something' appeared up on the screen of his phone, instantly causing the big man to grin like a four year old at Christmas. He pocketed the phone and took his unkempt self down the spiral cases to the basement.

Pushing through the doors in to the outer office caused a slight nervous pull, tug in his stomach. At quick glace, it looked as if Monty was in his smaller adjoining office so Eoin walked past the door and in to the armory.

"Christ!" he paused in the doorway, "Fucking Hell!" his mouth curled in to a grin. A goddamned UTAS UTS-15 tactical shotgun with 12 gauge cartridges. He ran a trembling hand over the weapon as if timidly caressing a lover for the first time. His tongue flicked out to moistens his lips as he gingerly lifted the shotgun and started to coo at it.

"Aww, yeah baby, you like the feel of my hands don't you, girl?" he ran his hands over the metal, "I'll treat you so right." He placed it back down and inspected the gun. "Mmmm you are such a beaut, all the way from your top mounted picatinny rail down to your tactical choke tube. You and I, " he purred, "Were made for each other."

Hearing a slight noise behind him, Eoin turned a little so his back was still to the figure, but his face turned slightly to see the shape and color of Monty's shoes.

"You know, it's not the stuff you buy that makes me love you, Ambrose... you know that right?" That was going to have to be a good enough confession of feelings for him. Eoin wasn't ready to just out and say I goddamned love you.

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“I certainly hope not,” Montgomery stood in the doorway of the armory, dressed down to his undershirt and slacks, and his voice gravelly with the edges of sleep. His hair a disheveled mess from sleeping on his arm at his desk. “But I’m bad people Eoin and I don’t know how else to show you that I care.”

He stepped away from the door watching the younger man’s turned back, the way his eyes looked down toward the ground. He reminded Monty of the pup he called him, tail between his legs even though it wanted to wag. The very image brought a soft smile to Montgomery’s face and he stepped in beside Eoin very careful to keep his hands to himself.

“All I’ve got is money and a whole lot of baggage, the kind that gets people killed or the very least maimed. It’s why Lenna has so many dresses, they make her happy and I like seeing her happy.” Monty placed his hands flat to the table, staring down at the extra parts laid out in front of him.

“I can’t keep you safe from our work Eoin, you’re my last defense, but I can make you happy. Houses, cars and guns.” The last is punctuated with a soft laugh, Monty’s fingers idely rolling a shotgun round against the table. His head still ached and his body was stiff, shoulders tense as he slipped into a pause.

The silence was slightly edged, still so many things just lurking in it, waiting to be said, or not said.

"guns definitely make me happy," he broke the silence, placing his hand over Monty's to still it. the contact sent jolts up his arm to the warmth that was slowly starting to spread over him.

"If I didn't want to be your last defense, I wouldn't." Everyone knew how fiercely loyal he was, loyal to a fault. "I'm not asking for fuckin flowers or some romantic bromance or anything." He took in the sight of his boss at that moment. Man did he ever look like shit. Eoin wondered if perhaps he was responsible for some of that.

"After fifteen years, ya'd think we'd know how to fucking talk about shit..."

His hand stilled under Eoin’s the round between his fingers and pressed into his skin. The touch left Monty feeling uncertain and he looked to Eoin with a questioning expression.

“I know how to talk about shit Eoin,” Monty slipped his hand out from under Eoin’s and held up the round between them. “Normally it’s at the end of one of these though, even when I’m talking about love.” Monty turned so his hip touched the high table and his shoulders squared with Eoin.

“The guns not a proclamation of love though, it’s an apology Eoin. What I did wasn’t terribly fair, I know better than to push like that.” Monty lowered his hand setting the round down a little hard, the metal and plastic clicking loudly against the table. “I’ve seen you staring for years Eoin, and I know a lusty stare when I see one. Thing is I’ve wanted you close for a long time, but I never indented for our first sexual encounter to be a botched mess stemmed from miscommunication.”

Montgomery closed his eyes the headache throbbing against the back of his head dully. “I should have done it right and asked.”

Eoin digested the words and actions, mentally filing them in a place where he could mull over them at some other time.

"I didn't want you to ask, " he mumbled, "Greedy stare's aside I wasn't ready to accept what I wanted... want." He ran a hand through his hair, tangling in to the mess of it's length.

"I don't just want to be another conquered notch on your belt." Eoin turned so his back was at the table, "which is why I lost my cool I was fucking scared at what the next step meant. Cause it fucking changes our whole dynamic. You coulda been talking shop at that point and I woulda lost my cool anyways." As he spoke he pulled out a bottle of T4's and handed it to Ambrose, subconsciously noticing the thin lines between his brows.

Montgomery took the bottle with a half quirk to his lips, his pup must have been in just as much of a state as him to be carrying around medication. “Are you implying I’m promiscuous Eoin?” Monty turned the cap, shaking out a pill into his palm. “For the record I’m polyamorous, big difference, and second you are no notch in my belt.” Monty shook his head, grimacing at the mistaken gesture when his skull felt a little too small for his brain.

“Come,” he pushed from the table walking toward the armory door. “You can take that with you if you like pup, or leave it be. I need some water.”

Taking a long lusty glance at his new baby perched on the table, Eoin followed Monty in to his office. when the cup settled on the desk, but before Monty could turn back to him, Eoin stepped closer to him pressing chest to back, his hands moving from wrist to shoulders, strong pressure kneading in to the taut muscles.

"I like the piece of artillery you got for me... and accept the apology." He spoke quietly in to Monty's ear, his breath a whisper on the skin. His fingers dug in to all the places where he felt knots of tension.

"I didn't get you anything to apologize with..."

Snow grinned at the two ahead before she turned to Artemis and handed zyr, her precious laptop.

"Once I've plugged in the port drive it should immediately let you in to their servers. find the financial's and we'll be set. I'm sure you'll be able to handle my software."

snow bit her lip, she didn't much like leaving her laptop with anyone but, she contended, the view of Matthew's backside would more than make up for it. She gave her braid a sharp tug before she joined the other two.

"So, we are going to leave Artemis at the rendezvous point and you two are going to get me in to the building. She going to be on my open comm the entire time so things don't get too crazy, plus if we need a fast out there is an entire map of this compound right on my desktop." she placed her hand to her ear for a sound check, "Arty.. can you hear me?" she adjusted the mic in her belt, made sure she had the port drive and her gun where she could get at them.

Monty lead them to his panic room, dubbed the second office within his office. A room he liked to hide away in when work got particularly demanding. Monty liked to claim he needed to get something out of the investment of a panic room, as he hadn’t had a reason to use it yet and it was taking up space.

Throwing back the pill with some water and slight tip of his head, Monty went stalk still at Eoin’s strong touch. The man’s fingers working into his shoulders and pushing out tension. It felt good, comfortable and Montgomery wanted to welcome it except his chest went tight.

“Stop.” The order was as soft as he could make it, while keeping it firm. Monty stepped out of the cradle of Eoin’s warm body turning enough to look the man in the face and read him.

“You said you loved me in the armory there, which is sweet pup.” Monty let the pet name side in, he rarely used it in front of Eoin. “But before you go mixing signals, before I let you let me do something you’ll beat yourself up over.” Monty’s eyes flicked down Eoin’s front to between his legs, tongue licking out along his lips remembering how he’d knelt for him before. Warmth beginning to sizzle under his skin.

“I need you to know what it is you want. Tell me Eoin, how far does that love go. Do you want to be my last defense, my lieutenant at my side or do you want to get in bed with me. Lovers and everything that goes along with it.” Monty stood his ground with the statement, stepping back a small step to give Eoin room.

No more pussy footing the issue now. Time to come clean to the man. Monty was giving him ample time to decide.

"Both, " his voice cracked as he spoke. The decision made, finally. Lenna had said that it was alright to feel okay with this. She was right, he already felt lighter, "I want it all."

There was no fear in his declaration nor in his gaze as it raked over Monty, devouring him. Recalling events just a few days prior his cock twitched and this time time he wasn't ashamed of it.

"I want to be your last defense, your lieutenant at your side AND lovers.... with all that entails."

“Oh pup,” Monty felt something lift at the confession, and closed the space between them. A hand reaching out to cup along Eoin’s neck, his thumb stroking along his jaw, as he slanted his lips across Eoin’s. The touch was as warm as the day before, but felt infinitely better with real permission.

“Come here,” Monty’s other hand grabs at Eoin’s shirt tugging the younger man against him as he guides them both backward toward the single couch in the office. When the back of his legs touch the couch Monty turn them sharply forcing Eoin down onto the couch under him. His legs going to straddle Eoin’s.

Muscles bunching, Eoin grasped Monty as the couch took the weight of the two men. No longer in control of what was going on, Eoin let Monty guide him. His mouth greedily slid over Monty's, tasting, biting, gnawing. Hands trailed up his back lifting the undershirt with them.

Eoin was everywhere, nipping Monty's chin, neck, collarbone, back to his mouth. Now that the decision had been made he couldn't seem to decide on where to start and therefore tried to be everywhere. Warm hands running under the front of the shirt, grabbing and kneading the smaller man.

Finally, he let his hands fall to the loops on Monty's slacks and pulled him closer to his burning body, letting him feel exactly how much he wanted this right now.

With the perfect dress and the perfectly curled hair, Lenna could say with confidence that she'd outshone any other person in the vicinity, female or otherwise. At her side was the man who had been leading her for the past fifteen years and likely fifteen more if he kept being so damn affectionate.

"And you're going to have the privilege of taking it off too," she smirked.

She returned his kiss with one of her own on his opposite cheek, letting her fingers linger as Monty's own teased the hem of her dress. She very nearly cursed the fact that she had worn such a long dress. I have such long legs and I'm here with fabric nearly to my knees. What kind of life am I living?

When Eoin approached the table she switched her gaze to him, shooting a warm smile as he took his place at Montgomery's right. He was indeed the boss's right hand, but now he could do more than sit stiffly whenever there was a meeting. Lenna knew that the pup wasn't very affectionate, but she assumed that he would at least comfortable with the occasional brush or stroke that Monty liked to do.

"I guess she's trying to be fashionably late like all up and coming gang leaders."

Eoin’s eager touches were rushed, his hands unable to find a single place to rest until they hooked in the loops of Monty’s pants, finally stilling and tugging Monty into his broad chest. The kisses were even better, Montgomery pressed a hand into Eoin’s chest for balance and savored the way Eoin’s lips kissed and his teeth nipped along his chin, jaw and collar. Each touch of lips or skim of teeth a tiny relief that sent welcome chills through Montgomery, leaving the older mans lips as tiny moans of pleasure, soft and under Montgomery’s breath.

“Eoin,” he said his pup’s name as a whisper, leaning into his lieutenant fingers splaying, hand sliding upward. His palm pressing to Eoin’s sternum a hair away from going for the man’s throat.

Montgomery dodged Eoin’s mouth the next moment, tucking his face into the crook of his neck breathing in the smell he’d missed. Even if they had never been together Eoin’s scent was everywhere, his room, his sheets from where his pup slept while he worked or the throw blanket over the back of his couch.

Montgomery opened his mouth against Eoin’s neck tongue licking a hot, wet line along the jumping pulse. “Calm down pup, I’m not going anywhere.” He breathed hotly, teeth biting salty skin the flesh giving against the press of his teeth. It wouldn’t leave a mark, but Eoin would feel it under his skin.

Eoin's lips parted as his head craned back to give Monty permission to take more. A groan escaping his throat as he felt teeth in flesh. Sliding his hand along the ridged bumps of Monty's spine he moved to tangle and fist his hand in to Monty's hair right at the scruff allowing Eoin to pull back, effectively tipping the other man's head so Eoin could taste him again. Eagerly, and with a growl he tonged him, without granting respite until Eoin paused long enough to gulp down some air.

"F-fuck." he adjusted slightly, the pressure between his legs against the jeans uncomfortable. He grasped the hem of his shirt and drew the fabric up and over his head. His body muscular, free of an unwanted hair and at that moment, hot with desire. Every nerve tingled with anticipation. Eoin moistened his lips again, a slight flick of the tongue before he pulled Ambrose against him once more. His stomach long before now, bottomed out and every new sensation, every new touch caused his breath to hitch, and his heart to skip a beat.

His head swam, the scent of Monty cloying in his nostrils as he breathed him in. A heady scent of desire mixed with the pungent scent of sweat. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his face flushed with pleasure as he rolled his hips against Monty, a small breathless gasp accompanying the gesture. He leaned back to watch the man atop him, gaze practically begging for more.

Kersty shoved his phone into his pocket and threw open his bedroom door. He didn’t hesitated to pop his head into the office next door finding Montgomery sitting at his desk. “Taking the kids out Boss,” he said holding his hand up to make dual finger pistols at Montgomery, cheesy click sounds included.

Montgomery rolled his eyes, hand coming up to cover his eyes as he felt a building groan settling in his chest. “Don’t drug them, don’t kill anyone, don’t get anyone killed and for the love of god don’t do that.” Montgomery made a general waving motion at all of Kersty, making the gent guffaw as ze left the room.

Kersty shot up the spiral staircase to the first floor, then up to the second where he went to Matthew’s door. Kersty’s knuckles rasped against the plain door loudly. “Kay shark week get you twink ass ready we’re going out. Hup hup!” Ze barked at the closed door, throwing himself seconds later to the next spiral staircase walking to the top where he began to shout.

“Fucking Snowball you ready to get some action?”

Montgomery lit up at the bold promise his fingers sliding along the edge Lenna’s dress, over the top curve of her thigh and down the outer side before pulling away. He was a letch, but he wasn’t a chauvinistic pig with no respect for Lenna he would never disrespect her person by getting overly handsy in a way she did not condone. He knew she was certainly a bold woman, there was a time and place though and a meeting with Tally was not it.

“We do like to put on a show,” He replied warmly, gesturing to the table and empty seats. “Going to sit Pup?” He loved the way the pet name left his lips, it had been a pleasure he kept hidden all these years never using it unless in secret speaking with Lenna. Saying aloud gave Montgomery a soft tingle, reminding him of last night.

Artemis took the laptop with careful hands. Snow’s attachment to it was clear as day. Nothing would happen to it. Ze was nowhere near as skilled as Snow, ze could easily navigate through a piece of a software. “I’m sure I won’t have any problems,” he said with a smile. It really would be a shame if ze found evidence of thievery. It had been good, easy business; the kind that she preferred. Ze hoped that this would lead to clear trail for some answers.

As he joined the others, ze was immediately surveying what he could see of the compound. It felt like a relief to see it was relatively small building. The compound looked clear with no one on the premises. There was no doubt that the three would be able to get in and out without having to shoot anyone. The plan sounded solid. There was less of a chance of being caught if ze was out of sight.


Artemis touched her fingers to the ear piece when it crackled alive. “I can hear you loud and clear.” Communication between them was going to be key, especially if anything went wrong. The weight of his gun and knife were almost comforting. "Let's get this over with." The sooner they were in and out the better.

Snow shook her head a moment as she heard Kersty bellow out. Leaning in towards the mirror she finished drawing the line of kohl under her eyes. she turned to the left, the to the right admiring her dress that cost her over a month's worth of salary. As a fringe member she didn't get paid all that much, at least the rent was free.

Grabbing up her clutch that held her necessary phone, snort bottle and a wad of cash, she headed out the door pausing as she passed the threshold. Biting the inside of her cheek she looked at the satchel casually draped over the chair, it held her precious computer. She had a wrenching feeling in her gut, and an indecisive moment. Should she leave it here? After several moments of apprehension she grabbed the strap and went to the closet where her personal safe was.

She placed the equipment in the box, ran her hands over it gently and with a gut wrench, closed the safe door. Pivoting on her heel she rushed from the room and down the spiral steps to the main floor.

"alright, I'm ready and sure as hell not driving. I plan to be very out of it for the rest of the evening." She adjusted the dress giving it a tug to make sure nothing that shouldn't be showing was tucked in nicely.