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"writing": "Niel swiped through the images on his phone as he sat in bed. \n\nConrado had left once they’d finished fucking, and Niel had napped. On waking he’d reflexively grabbed his phone to let his father know what had happened since he’d left Minneapolis, but had then found himself unsure what he could say, and then if it even mattered, or why he even wanted to let Stewart know any of this. It wasn’t like that man had cared enough about Niel to tell him the truth.\n\nNow he was looking through images of his life looking for… he wasn’t sure what.\n\nA lot of them were of him with a football. From throwing it around with Stewart to middle-grade football games, then high school. Even a few from his home games with the Minnesota Gophers.\n\nHe smiled as he came across pictures of the last Thanksgiving touch football game with Roland and his family; before the mess with the bat was even something they knew about. Thanksgiving with the Hertz had been a tradition dating back to before his mother passed.\n\nThey’s already been friends, being neighbors, but they’d grown closer afterward, almost part of the family. He didn’t have many memories of the interactions before she died, but Nadia loved to tell him about his mother’s attempts at cooking. She wasn’t bad, Nadia hurried to add, but cooking wasn’t her passion.\n\nHe looked through the older Thanksgiving pictures. Touch football was always part of them. With Niel and Roland interested in the game, it was natural for them to play on the holiday. Roland’s father and brother were often dragged into the game that was mostly filled with other neighbors who played and, occasionally, uncles.\n\nHe paused on a picture of a much younger him and Stewart. The man had an arm around his neck, a fist tussling his hair. They were both laughing. He didn’t remember the incident itself, but watching the two of them, he thought he should feel a closeness. This was an image of a father and son goofing around and having fun. Surely it had been followed by more times of having fun.\n\nExcept that all he saw now was a man trying to impress himself on a so impressionable kid who didn’t know any better.\n\nHe let his head fall back against the headboard. Maybe he should have gotten the panther to stay with him. He needed a distraction right now. He scrolled through his contact list and paused on Limbani’s name.\n\nThere was something comforting about how unabashedly open the monkey was about what mattered to him. There were no secrets with him, no games. He looked at you and went straight for your pants. Because of him, Niel had had little time to mope around about who his father was—since it wasn’t Stewart—during the flight, and for that he was glad Limbani had talked his way onto the plane.\n\nThe knock on the door came as his finger hovered over the name. He chuckled. Oh course, Limbani would show up before he called. He was a precog, after all.\n\nHis greeting died on seeing the capybara smiling at him on the other side of the door. Late teen was the first thing that registered. He wore the loose cotton pants and shirt combo that was popular on the estate.\n\n“Hi?” Niel cautiously greeted.\n\n“Hello, I am Dario.” He straightened. “I am here to see the son of Jarod.”\n\nNiel stared. How was he supposed to respond to that statement? He blurted out, “Why?”\n\nDarios seemed confused. “I wish to know who you are, not listen to the stories others tell of you.”\n\nStories?\n\nHe’d been in Argentina for what, a few hours? It couldn’t be over two since he’d found out his biological father was someone important to some of these people. How were stories circulating already?\n\nHe had to give Dario one thing. His gaze hadn’t dropped since introducing himself; so he waved him inside.\n\n“I don’t know what they’re saying. I’m just an ordinary raccoon. There’s nothing special about me.”\n\n“You are an Irvine.” The statement came with a tone that sounded suspiciously close to reverence.\n\n“I’m a Leslie, technically.”\n\nWas he? Since Jarod was his biological father, shouldn’t he go by Irvine, now? Would he have to change his driver’s license? How about all the paperwork that had to be involved with updating his school information? And did he want the name of someone who was a stranger, that he be his father or not?\n\nHe wouldn’t have all these questions if Stewart had told him the truth from the start. He should have had the time to figure out how he felt about what was happening to him. Instead, he was waffling about just because he’d had sex with Olavo.\n\n“Sorry,” Niel said as he realized Dario looked at him expectantly. “I missed what you said.”\n\n“Leslie is your name. Your blood is Irvine.”\n\n“Sure, but I can’t be the only one. Jarod’s had to have more kids than my grandmother—Stewart’s mother.” This was going to get confusing. Who was his grandmother? “And there have to be other grandsons out there than my… dad, great-grandsons too.”\n\n“There are many children, that is true.” Dario sat on the bed. “There is only one Irvine. Now two.”\n\nNiel sat next to him. “How is that possible? My dad was a married man when he approached Jarod for the magical help, so I get why he didn’t offer to initiate him, but there’s got to be other of his descendants out there he did it too.”\n\nThe capybara shrugged. “Only Jarod knows the answer to why there are no others. Stories say he does not want to share his burden, that Jarod lives a simple life with his family until his wife dies, then he leaves and does not contact them again. When he finds a new woman he can love, he has a simple life again. That a great-grandson could contact him at all is a surprise to any who heard the stories.”\n\nNiel sighed. Stories weren’t certainties.\n\n“I still find it weird that he’s never had kids who were male, well, before me, obviously.”\n\n“Most obviously.” The capybara grinned, looking him over. “I do not know why it is so. Some say that He does not want so many men who will never die, so He made it that Jarod only had daughters. But now, there is you.”\n\nNot rolling his eyes at talk of what their god might want, or not want, was hard enough, Niel changed the subject. “What’s your power?” He didn’t want to get pulled into religious talk, even if the god in question was real.\n\n“I am a Cuevet.”\n\n“That part’s obvious. What I’m wondering is what your power is. I mean, you are over eighteen, right? You’ve gone through the Ceremony of Dominance.”\n\n“Ah,” Dario smiled in understanding. “That is something the Society does. We do not.” He considered something. “Some will, but it is not because He has told us to.” He grinned. “Sex is fun.”\n\nNiel chuckled. “Okay, then. How does it work?”\n\n“I am a Cuevet.”\n\n“You said that already.”\n\nDario looked at him incomprehensibly. “For us, it is the same for the family. I can not be hurt.”\n\n“You don’t feel pain?” Niel tried. “No one in your family does?”\n\n“I do not feel pain. I do not bleed. I do not get hurt.”\n\n“You’re what…” the pieces fell into place. “Indestructible?”\n\nHad he meant only his family was like that?\n\n“Are you saying I can’t be killed?”\n\nDario seemed to search for something. Niel realized that for as articulate as the capybara was, English probably wasn’t his first language and he’d shifted too far too quickly.\n\n“I do not explain well,” Dario said as Niel was about to elaborate on what he’d meant to ask. “Jarod does not grow old. You do not either.”\n\n“I’m going to be a teenager my entire life?”\n\n“Maybe. There is little known. Jarod was first. You are second.”\n\n“Well, this is going to suck hard,” Niel muttered.\n\n“I will be honored.” Dario smiled.\n\nNiel stared to explain that wasn’t what he’d meant, then stopped. So what if it wasn’t how he’d meant it? At least, that wouldn’t involve any thinking.\n\n“Out of those pants. I’m not letting you suck me off without returning the favor.”\n\nDario was out of them before Niel was done stretching out on the bed. Then they had each other’s cock in their mouth. Dario was slightly above average length, but thick, and with large balls. Trying to make both fit in his mouth was a challenge, but by the sound the capybara made, he enjoyed the attempt.\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe door burst open as Niel groped Dario erect again.\n\nThey’d fucked after sucking each other off. Then the capybara had snuggled, and they’d napped. Now, having just woken, Niel was intent on getting that cock into him.\n\n“Up!” Limbani ordered. “Now!”\n\nIt wasn’t the order that gave Niel pause; it was that the monkey had pants on, along with a shirt. The clothes hitting Niel in the face had him wonder what might be wrong with him.\n\n“Lim?”\n\n“Get dressed.”\n\n“Yeah, do you get the problem with you telling me that?”\n\n“We need to get ready. It’s going to take a lot of work to be on time.”\n\nDario grumbled something in Spanish and pulled the pillow over his head.\n\n“You heard him,” Niel said. “Get out and let us fuck.”\n\n“That isn’t what he said.”\n\n“Fine, it’s what I’m saying.” Niel pointed to the door.\n\nLimbani stared at him. Then he got that faraway telltale look that indicated he was looking into the future. When he focussed on Niel again, he looked stunned.\n\n“Imagine that. You can change the future.” He shrugged and turned. “Looks like you aren’t at Roland’s post-ceremony party anymore.”\n\n“Fuck that.” Niel was out of bed and dressed before noticing the smirk on the monkey’s face. “The future didn’t change, did it?”\n\n“Of course not. I see it, it happens. Now, come on. We have a battle ahead of us.”\n\n* * * * *\n\n“You’re going to have to repeat that.” Niel raised his voice so the person on the other end of the call could hear him over the Spanish being screamed by the elder capybara. Ezekiel looked ready to strangle the monkey. Not that Limbani looked worried.\n\nOlavo spoke to his father, the tone soothing, but the look he threw at the monkey was annoyed.\n\n“Might be best to wait until Olavo’s done,” Thomas replied. “He’s going to have to hear this, too.\n\nThe conversation in Spanish continued, the elder looking ready to commit murder, his son attempting to calm him. It stopped when Limbani casually placed a phone in Olavo’s hand.\n\n“It’s for you,” the monkey said a second before it rang. “You really want to take it.”\n\n“Where the fuck are you!” someone yelled so loudly as soon as Olavo answered, Niel heard it.\n\n“Thomas?”\n\nIn Niel’s ear, Thomas sighed, then came a muffled, “I told you I was calling them.”\n\n“I’m not hearing you ask them what’s going on!” the same voice replied, more distant. “Felix nearly died, because Olavo wasn’t where he was supposed to be.”\n\nOlavo looked at Niel, ear tilting.\n\n“I have Thomas,” the raccoon replied. “You have Firmin.”\n\n“What happened to Felix?” Olavo demanded to his phone.\n\n“Hang up!” Thomas ordered, voice still muffled. “We don’t need you screaming at them!”\n\nOlavo looked at his phone in surprise.\n\nThe sigh was unmuffled. “Put me on speaker, Niel.”\n\n“We kind of still have a situation here,” he replied. \n\nNiel didn’t think there was anything anyone could say that would assuage Ezequiel’s anger. Sex between a father and son was considered special within the Society, and Limbani had barged in on that. \n\nOlavo said something to his father in Spanish. Niel made out Felix and Firmin’s names. Whatever the explanation was, it placated the angry elder, but the reply’s tone made it clear he wasn’t letting them off the hook. He left, taking the entourage of family members and household staff that had attempted to stop the monkey with him.\n\nOlavo motioned to Niel, and he put Thomas on speaker.\n\n“What happened?” the capybara demanded.\n\n“Me and Firmin have been collecting the boys for my brother’s ceremony. When we got to Felix’s, we were jumped by a bunch of Lewistons. We got out, but Felix was hurt.” Thomas chuckled. “The asshole got hurt giving us the opening to teleport. Firmin took us to the frat, so you’d heal him. That you weren’t there isn’t sitting well with him. You know how close he and Felix had become since Henry.”\n\nOlavo sighed. “I have told you numerous times, Thomas, not to rely on me for healing.”\n\n“I know; you have your life and all that. I’m not relying on you, Olavo.” Thomas fell silent. “This was bad, Olavo. Beyond my knowledge or energy to heal, bad. We got lucky. Feng Peng knows a full phrase and wasn’t drained from teleporting. Felix is stable.”\n\n“Wasn’t the pickup supposed to be in his bedroom?” Niel asked. The conference call, when preparing the pickup for those attending Roland’s initiation, had covered who and where it would happen. They needed to coordinate so Thomas would have someone and time to recharge upon arrival. There had been no mention of Firmin during the call.\n\n“Yeah. There are very few ways the Lewistons could have put the kind of surveillance they’d need to know I’d arrived there before he expected me.”\n\n“It would take someone in his family,” Olavo stated.\n\nThomas was slow to speak. “He’s been ruffling feathers these last years, with his constant bucking the orders. Living the life he wants, instead of the one the rest of the Chouteau decided for him. So the list of who might have given the Lewistons the in is long; not that it’s a problem for right now. Are you guys okay? Firmin was furious when you didn’t answer your phone Olavo. The elephant, I don’t remember his name, said you, Niel and Limbani flew to Argentina.”\n\nOlavo looked at Niel and swallowed. “Something happened at the last party that required we come here.”\n\nThe silence stretched. “Please,” Thomas implored. “Please tell me it wasn’t a repeat of what happened to me.”\n\n“Oh, no,” Niel replied. “Once I figured out what had happened, I went straight to the frat, rather than dragging them halfway across the country.”\n\nAnother silence, and a disbelieving. “It happened to you?”\n\n“I’d give you the full story, but Limbani would explode. T.L.D.R. I’m a follower of him. I need sex to live, slash, can live off sex. And I’m going to live for a long time.”\n\nOlavo’s head snapped to Niel in surprise, then he sheepishly looked away when the raccoon narrowed his eyes.\n\n“Dario gave me the rundown. And Lim, breathe.”\n\n“We’re ready!” Limbani exclaimed. “I mean. Olavo’s naked, but it’s not like anyone minds.”\n\n“What are you talking about?” Olavo asked. “The ceremony is in two weeks.”\n\n“I mean.” Thomas hesitated. “That was the plan.”\n\n“What’s going on?” Niel asked.\n\n“Well, Gilbert and Laurence landed four days ago. They wanted time to have an actual vacation before the fun starts. Chima called to be picked up yesterday. His fathers are on his case about something, and he needed out of there. Yating and Yahui are already here. With so many of the guys already arrived, Roland’s jumping at the bit to top everyone.”\n\n“He does know it doesn’t have to be us who perform his ceremony,” Olavo said.\n\n“Yeah, but he’s dead set on me being His representative, and I’m not doing it with a bunch of strangers. It took me two years to get comfortable with the idea of me and him having sex. Our first time is going to be with the guys I consider my family.”\n\n“What about Trevor and Madoc?” Olavo asked.\n\n“There’ll be there,” Limbani answered, bouncing in place.\n\n“You heard the monkey.” Thomas chuckled. “I haven’t called them yet, but if they were under a ward, Limbani wouldn’t have seen them. Me and Kuno will go pick them up in San Francisco; Firmin and Felix will pick you up. Hopefully, we’ll meet up in Taiwan before the monkey explodes.”\n\n“I will make sure your room is ready for them,” Olavo said, a smile forming.\n\n“You have a room here?” Niel asked in surprise.\n\nThomas laughed. “I can’t just appear wherever I want, you know that. Ezekiel was the first of the elders to offer me refuge. My first time there, we spent a good part of my visit getting the room ready so I could land there.”\n\n“Why are you smiling like that?” Niel asked as Olavo put his phone away.\n\n“I’ve just informed my father of the change in plans. He is quite eager to have words with a certain badger in rat’s clothing about his lip.”",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Niel swiped through the images on his phone as he sat in bed.
Conrado had left once they’d finished fucking, and Niel had napped. On waking he’d reflexively grabbed his phone to let his father know what had happened since he’d left Minneapolis, but had then found himself unsure what he could say, and then if it even mattered, or why he even wanted to let Stewart know any of this. It wasn’t like that man had cared enough about Niel to tell him the truth.
Now he was looking through images of his life looking for… he wasn’t sure what.
A lot of them were of him with a football. From throwing it around with Stewart to middle-grade football games, then high school. Even a few from his home games with the Minnesota Gophers.
He smiled as he came across pictures of the last Thanksgiving touch football game with Roland and his family; before the mess with the bat was even something they knew about. Thanksgiving with the Hertz had been a tradition dating back to before his mother passed.
They’s already been friends, being neighbors, but they’d grown closer afterward, almost part of the family. He didn’t have many memories of the interactions before she died, but Nadia loved to tell him about his mother’s attempts at cooking. She wasn’t bad, Nadia hurried to add, but cooking wasn’t her passion.
He looked through the older Thanksgiving pictures. Touch football was always part of them. With Niel and Roland interested in the game, it was natural for them to play on the holiday. Roland’s father and brother were often dragged into the game that was mostly filled with other neighbors who played and, occasionally, uncles.
He paused on a picture of a much younger him and Stewart. The man had an arm around his neck, a fist tussling his hair. They were both laughing. He didn’t remember the incident itself, but watching the two of them, he thought he should feel a closeness. This was an image of a father and son goofing around and having fun. Surely it had been followed by more times of having fun.
Except that all he saw now was a man trying to impress himself on a so impressionable kid who didn’t know any better.
He let his head fall back against the headboard. Maybe he should have gotten the panther to stay with him. He needed a distraction right now. He scrolled through his contact list and paused on Limbani’s name.
There was something comforting about how unabashedly open the monkey was about what mattered to him. There were no secrets with him, no games. He looked at you and went straight for your pants. Because of him, Niel had had little time to mope around about who his father was—since it wasn’t Stewart—during the flight, and for that he was glad Limbani had talked his way onto the plane.
The knock on the door came as his finger hovered over the name. He chuckled. Oh course, Limbani would show up before he called. He was a precog, after all.
His greeting died on seeing the capybara smiling at him on the other side of the door. Late teen was the first thing that registered. He wore the loose cotton pants and shirt combo that was popular on the estate.
“Hi?” Niel cautiously greeted.
“Hello, I am Dario.” He straightened. “I am here to see the son of Jarod.”
Niel stared. How was he supposed to respond to that statement? He blurted out, “Why?”
Darios seemed confused. “I wish to know who you are, not listen to the stories others tell of you.”
Stories?
He’d been in Argentina for what, a few hours? It couldn’t be over two since he’d found out his biological father was someone important to some of these people. How were stories circulating already?
He had to give Dario one thing. His gaze hadn’t dropped since introducing himself; so he waved him inside.
“I don’t know what they’re saying. I’m just an ordinary raccoon. There’s nothing special about me.”
“You are an Irvine.” The statement came with a tone that sounded suspiciously close to reverence.
“I’m a Leslie, technically.”
Was he? Since Jarod was his biological father, shouldn’t he go by Irvine, now? Would he have to change his driver’s license? How about all the paperwork that had to be involved with updating his school information? And did he want the name of someone who was a stranger, that he be his father or not?
He wouldn’t have all these questions if Stewart had told him the truth from the start. He should have had the time to figure out how he felt about what was happening to him. Instead, he was waffling about just because he’d had sex with Olavo.
“Sorry,” Niel said as he realized Dario looked at him expectantly. “I missed what you said.”
“Leslie is your name. Your blood is Irvine.”
“Sure, but I can’t be the only one. Jarod’s had to have more kids than my grandmother—Stewart’s mother.” This was going to get confusing. Who was his grandmother? “And there have to be other grandsons out there than my… dad, great-grandsons too.”
“There are many children, that is true.” Dario sat on the bed. “There is only one Irvine. Now two.”
Niel sat next to him. “How is that possible? My dad was a married man when he approached Jarod for the magical help, so I get why he didn’t offer to initiate him, but there’s got to be other of his descendants out there he did it too.”
The capybara shrugged. “Only Jarod knows the answer to why there are no others. Stories say he does not want to share his burden, that Jarod lives a simple life with his family until his wife dies, then he leaves and does not contact them again. When he finds a new woman he can love, he has a simple life again. That a great-grandson could contact him at all is a surprise to any who heard the stories.”
Niel sighed. Stories weren’t certainties.
“I still find it weird that he’s never had kids who were male, well, before me, obviously.”
“Most obviously.” The capybara grinned, looking him over. “I do not know why it is so. Some say that He does not want so many men who will never die, so He made it that Jarod only had daughters. But now, there is you.”
Not rolling his eyes at talk of what their god might want, or not want, was hard enough, Niel changed the subject. “What’s your power?” He didn’t want to get pulled into religious talk, even if the god in question was real.
“I am a Cuevet.”
“That part’s obvious. What I’m wondering is what your power is. I mean, you are over eighteen, right? You’ve gone through the Ceremony of Dominance.”
“Ah,” Dario smiled in understanding. “That is something the Society does. We do not.” He considered something. “Some will, but it is not because He has told us to.” He grinned. “Sex is fun.”
Niel chuckled. “Okay, then. How does it work?”
“I am a Cuevet.”
“You said that already.”
Dario looked at him incomprehensibly. “For us, it is the same for the family. I can not be hurt.”
“You don’t feel pain?” Niel tried. “No one in your family does?”
“I do not feel pain. I do not bleed. I do not get hurt.”
“You’re what…” the pieces fell into place. “Indestructible?”
Had he meant only his family was like that?
“Are you saying I can’t be killed?”
Dario seemed to search for something. Niel realized that for as articulate as the capybara was, English probably wasn’t his first language and he’d shifted too far too quickly.
“I do not explain well,” Dario said as Niel was about to elaborate on what he’d meant to ask. “Jarod does not grow old. You do not either.”
“I’m going to be a teenager my entire life?”
“Maybe. There is little known. Jarod was first. You are second.”
“Well, this is going to suck hard,” Niel muttered.
“I will be honored.” Dario smiled.
Niel stared to explain that wasn’t what he’d meant, then stopped. So what if it wasn’t how he’d meant it? At least, that wouldn’t involve any thinking.
“Out of those pants. I’m not letting you suck me off without returning the favor.”
Dario was out of them before Niel was done stretching out on the bed. Then they had each other’s cock in their mouth. Dario was slightly above average length, but thick, and with large balls. Trying to make both fit in his mouth was a challenge, but by the sound the capybara made, he enjoyed the attempt.
* * * * *
The door burst open as Niel groped Dario erect again.
They’d fucked after sucking each other off. Then the capybara had snuggled, and they’d napped. Now, having just woken, Niel was intent on getting that cock into him.
“Up!” Limbani ordered. “Now!”
It wasn’t the order that gave Niel pause; it was that the monkey had pants on, along with a shirt. The clothes hitting Niel in the face had him wonder what might be wrong with him.
“Lim?”
“Get dressed.”
“Yeah, do you get the problem with you telling me that?”
“We need to get ready. It’s going to take a lot of work to be on time.”
Dario grumbled something in Spanish and pulled the pillow over his head.
“You heard him,” Niel said. “Get out and let us fuck.”
“That isn’t what he said.”
“Fine, it’s what I’m saying.” Niel pointed to the door.
Limbani stared at him. Then he got that faraway telltale look that indicated he was looking into the future. When he focussed on Niel again, he looked stunned.
“Imagine that. You can change the future.” He shrugged and turned. “Looks like you aren’t at Roland’s post-ceremony party anymore.”
“Fuck that.” Niel was out of bed and dressed before noticing the smirk on the monkey’s face. “The future didn’t change, did it?”
“Of course not. I see it, it happens. Now, come on. We have a battle ahead of us.”
* * * * *
“You’re going to have to repeat that.” Niel raised his voice so the person on the other end of the call could hear him over the Spanish being screamed by the elder capybara. Ezekiel looked ready to strangle the monkey. Not that Limbani looked worried.
Olavo spoke to his father, the tone soothing, but the look he threw at the monkey was annoyed.
“Might be best to wait until Olavo’s done,” Thomas replied. “He’s going to have to hear this, too.
The conversation in Spanish continued, the elder looking ready to commit murder, his son attempting to calm him. It stopped when Limbani casually placed a phone in Olavo’s hand.
“It’s for you,” the monkey said a second before it rang. “You really want to take it.”
“Where the fuck are you!” someone yelled so loudly as soon as Olavo answered, Niel heard it.
“Thomas?”
In Niel’s ear, Thomas sighed, then came a muffled, “I told you I was calling them.”
“I’m not hearing you ask them what’s going on!” the same voice replied, more distant. “Felix nearly died, because Olavo wasn’t where he was supposed to be.”
Olavo looked at Niel, ear tilting.
“I have Thomas,” the raccoon replied. “You have Firmin.”
“What happened to Felix?” Olavo demanded to his phone.
“Hang up!” Thomas ordered, voice still muffled. “We don’t need you screaming at them!”
Olavo looked at his phone in surprise.
The sigh was unmuffled. “Put me on speaker, Niel.”
“We kind of still have a situation here,” he replied.
Niel didn’t think there was anything anyone could say that would assuage Ezequiel’s anger. Sex between a father and son was considered special within the Society, and Limbani had barged in on that.
Olavo said something to his father in Spanish. Niel made out Felix and Firmin’s names. Whatever the explanation was, it placated the angry elder, but the reply’s tone made it clear he wasn’t letting them off the hook. He left, taking the entourage of family members and household staff that had attempted to stop the monkey with him.
Olavo motioned to Niel, and he put Thomas on speaker.
“What happened?” the capybara demanded.
“Me and Firmin have been collecting the boys for my brother’s ceremony. When we got to Felix’s, we were jumped by a bunch of Lewistons. We got out, but Felix was hurt.” Thomas chuckled. “The asshole got hurt giving us the opening to teleport. Firmin took us to the frat, so you’d heal him. That you weren’t there isn’t sitting well with him. You know how close he and Felix had become since Henry.”
Olavo sighed. “I have told you numerous times, Thomas, not to rely on me for healing.”
“I know; you have your life and all that. I’m not relying on you, Olavo.” Thomas fell silent. “This was bad, Olavo. Beyond my knowledge or energy to heal, bad. We got lucky. Feng Peng knows a full phrase and wasn’t drained from teleporting. Felix is stable.”
“Wasn’t the pickup supposed to be in his bedroom?” Niel asked. The conference call, when preparing the pickup for those attending Roland’s initiation, had covered who and where it would happen. They needed to coordinate so Thomas would have someone and time to recharge upon arrival. There had been no mention of Firmin during the call.
“Yeah. There are very few ways the Lewistons could have put the kind of surveillance they’d need to know I’d arrived there before he expected me.”
“It would take someone in his family,” Olavo stated.
Thomas was slow to speak. “He’s been ruffling feathers these last years, with his constant bucking the orders. Living the life he wants, instead of the one the rest of the Chouteau decided for him. So the list of who might have given the Lewistons the in is long; not that it’s a problem for right now. Are you guys okay? Firmin was furious when you didn’t answer your phone Olavo. The elephant, I don’t remember his name, said you, Niel and Limbani flew to Argentina.”
Olavo looked at Niel and swallowed. “Something happened at the last party that required we come here.”
The silence stretched. “Please,” Thomas implored. “Please tell me it wasn’t a repeat of what happened to me.”
“Oh, no,” Niel replied. “Once I figured out what had happened, I went straight to the frat, rather than dragging them halfway across the country.”
Another silence, and a disbelieving. “It happened to you?”
“I’d give you the full story, but Limbani would explode. T.L.D.R. I’m a follower of him. I need sex to live, slash, can live off sex. And I’m going to live for a long time.”
Olavo’s head snapped to Niel in surprise, then he sheepishly looked away when the raccoon narrowed his eyes.
“Dario gave me the rundown. And Lim, breathe.”
“We’re ready!” Limbani exclaimed. “I mean. Olavo’s naked, but it’s not like anyone minds.”
“What are you talking about?” Olavo asked. “The ceremony is in two weeks.”
“I mean.” Thomas hesitated. “That was the plan.”
“What’s going on?” Niel asked.
“Well, Gilbert and Laurence landed four days ago. They wanted time to have an actual vacation before the fun starts. Chima called to be picked up yesterday. His fathers are on his case about something, and he needed out of there. Yating and Yahui are already here. With so many of the guys already arrived, Roland’s jumping at the bit to top everyone.”
“He does know it doesn’t have to be us who perform his ceremony,” Olavo said.
“Yeah, but he’s dead set on me being His representative, and I’m not doing it with a bunch of strangers. It took me two years to get comfortable with the idea of me and him having sex. Our first time is going to be with the guys I consider my family.”
“What about Trevor and Madoc?” Olavo asked.
“There’ll be there,” Limbani answered, bouncing in place.
“You heard the monkey.” Thomas chuckled. “I haven’t called them yet, but if they were under a ward, Limbani wouldn’t have seen them. Me and Kuno will go pick them up in San Francisco; Firmin and Felix will pick you up. Hopefully, we’ll meet up in Taiwan before the monkey explodes.”
“I will make sure your room is ready for them,” Olavo said, a smile forming.
“You have a room here?” Niel asked in surprise.
Thomas laughed. “I can’t just appear wherever I want, you know that. Ezekiel was the first of the elders to offer me refuge. My first time there, we spent a good part of my visit getting the room ready so I could land there.”
“Why are you smiling like that?” Niel asked as Olavo put his phone away.
“I’ve just informed my father of the change in plans. He is quite eager to have words with a certain badger in rat’s clothing about his lip.”",
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