I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose, looking at the report in front of me before glancing at Jazz. Jazz has done the same thing, the papers landing in his lap while he tries, and fails, to hide a smile.

“You’re FirewallPrincess?” he manages while keeping a straight face. ( He leans on the arm of his seat, resting his chin in his palm. )

Devin scowled, rubbing his temples as he and Wes stepped off of their flight from the colonies to the Capital City. “It’s way too fucking early for this,” he grumbled. Wes laughed at him, striking him on the shoulder ( Read more... )

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Savin put his head in his hands after he dismissed the latest blond from his presence, thinking to himself that this was a really bad idea. All of them were blond. Some even had blue eyes. And more of them tried to look exactly like Jazz, down to the hairstyle and posture.

( It made his head *hurt*, and his heart even more so. )

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As the tie covered his eyes, Devin couldn’t help but think that the Emperor was into some rather kinky shit. Savin’s hands moved from the back of his head and trailed down the sides of his neck yet again, causing small shivers down Devin’s spine.

( It took a moment to get used to the feel of the fabric across his eyes -- and another moment to really accept that he wasn't going to see much. )

Previous ChapterWes looked up from the TV when he heard the door to their room open. His eyes widened at the sight of Devin, who immediately noticed the cup of coffee on the counter. “No -- way...” Wes began, throwing his controller down as he got up from the couch. His eyes fell on the assortment of bruises on Devin’s neck. “You -- he picked you ( Read more... )