Arnold slammed his cock in the man’s ass, and the muscular silver fox moaned. “That’s it son, fuck me.” Arnold wanted to tell him to shut up. The man wasn’t his father or even someone he’d want as a father. No father would tell his kid to fuck him, couldn’t any of those assholes get that? Instead, he fucked him harder and faster until the man could only moan. Under a minute Arnold came. He pulled out, rolled on his back, and another man had his hands roaming his chest and he straddled Arnold’s hips. A sheep this time, also muscular, but with a bit of a gut. He smiles at Arnold as he sat on his cock and let out a soft moan he probably thought was endearing, but sounded rehearsed to Arnold. Why did they even bothered? Not one of them had kids. He recognized two of them from porn clips his barman kept showing him. Professional actors. Probably Albert’s idea of a well-meaning gesture. Arnold grabbed the sheep’s hips and fucked him. He closed his eyes instead of looking at the attempt at loving expression. He got fed up with the position and shoved the man on his back before fucking him violently. He came again, a handful of seconds of bliss, of no thoughts, no memories, just the moment. And then he remembered. He didn’t wait for one of the man in the room to take over. Arnold grabbed the bulldog and shoved him against the wall, planting his cock deep in his ass. When he was done with him it was the otter, already on his knees. Arnold fucked his face hard enough to dislocate his jaw. Then it was the bull, on the carpet, hard enough the moans could have been pained. Arnold didn’t care, all he wanted was to not think, and these men had been handed to him for that purpose. Arnold was on his back, not seeing the ceiling he was looking at. His brain was finally shutting down from exhaustion. Maybe he’d get to sleep without nightmares this time. “Everyone out,” Aaron said. “Go away,” Arnold replied. “You heard the man,” Alex said, “it’s time for you to leave.” Arnold raised his head, anger chasing the tiredness away. “I mean the two of you. Leave me the fuck alone!” “We need to talk,” Alex said. Aaron was whispering something to the otter before watching him leave the room. “No, I need to fuck someone since I’m not going to sleep.” “You can get back to that once we’re done. We—” Alex took a step back as Arnold jumped out of the bed, fist raised. He didn’t connect, Aaron grabbed his arm and pulled off balance. “You want it in his place? Fine.” Arnold ran at his brother, punched and kicked, connected and then he saw stars, his face in pain against the wall. “You are really out of it if I had this easy a time doing this.” Arnold pushed off the wall with a hand and screamed as pain lanced up his other arm from the lock Aaron had it in. Arnold dropped to his knees. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” “Because we need to talk, Arnold,” Alex said. The smell of beer made Arnold open his eyes. His brother held a glass under his nose. Arnold took it and downed the content. “Give me another.” Alex came back with another glass, which he downed again. After the fifth his stomach was full, and he didn’t even have a buzz. He cursed his constitution. He stood. “One of you get naked. If you’re going to force your way in here, I’m fucking you.” Aaron crossed his arm over his chest. “Oh, I would love to see you try it.” “Arnold, the less you argue about this, the quicker we get through it and you can go back to wasting your time fucking.” “And keep in mind this is us saying you're wasting your time, bro,” Aaron said, “something I’d never thought I’d hear from one of mouth concerning fucking guys.” “Then fucking talk!” Arnold threw himself in the closest chair. “Denton took over running the war,” Alex said. “Good for him, it should have been him from the start.” “This first effect that has is that the attacks in the city have stopped. Looks like we were right, and all Damian wanted was for you to drop things.” Arnold pulled his knees to him. If only he’d been smart enough to get that earlier, Arthur would still be here. “Are you crying?” Arnold glared at Aaron. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “No.” “Hey it’s—” Arnold was on him, had him against the wall. “Don’t you fucking go there, Aaron. Arthur’s gone.” Arnold was backpedaling from the force of the punch in his stomach. “Yeah, my brother’s dead,” Aaron growled. “And whose fucking fault is that.” Alex was between them before Arnold could make Aaron regret the accusation. “Enough, we didn’t come here to fight. And to be clear, it’s Damian’s fault and no one else. Clearly he doesn’t consider us family anymore.” “Like being family’s ever stopped one of us from hurting another.” Aaron replied, glaring at Arnold. “Hurt, yes, but Damian killed Arthur, that’s a line only our fathers crossed and we all know how crazy those two were.” Arnold tried to hold back the tears. He didn’t want to show weakness in front of these two. Aaron looked away and mumbled something Arnold couldn’t make out. He turned his back on them. If he couldn’t keep from crying, he wouldn’t let them watch. “Arnold,” Alex said, his voice soft. “You have work to do. The war’s not your responsibility anymore, and that’s fine, but you have a family to run, a business to rebuild. You can’t stay—” “No.” “Arnold you—” He spun. “Are you fucking insane? You saw what happens when I’m in charge! You really want another of us killed? Who do you hate that much?” “Arnold, that wasn’t—” “You said it, Damian wanted me to back down, you told me to back down, but I was too fucking stubborn to listen and Arthur’s death. Who’s next? You? Maybe you’re hoping it’s Simon?” “That’s not fair,” Aaron said. “We all like him.” “You’d all like to fuck him, you mean.” “We weren’t serious about that.” Aaron looked at Alex, “well, I wasn’t serious.” Arnold glared at Alex. “He’s a good-looking guy, what do you want me to say. But I wouldn’t touch him without your approval, you know that. He’s out of the hospital, by the way. His family’s happy to have him home. He was asking where you are. I think he expected you to visit him. It’s friend thing, right?” The only reason Arnold didn’t punch Alex was he hadn’t said with derision. “You can tell him I’m fine.” “He knows about Arthur, so I bought he’s going to buy it, and since he knows about this place, don’t think I’m going to keep him away. So it’s going to be easier all around if you just come back.” “No.” “You wanted to be in charge,” Aaron said. “You don’t get to just walk away in the middle. “Yes, I do.” “Come on, you’re going to leave Royal Security a pile of debris? You love that place.” “You rebuild it then,” Arnold snap. “Arnold,” Alex said, “be seri—” “Shut up,” Aaron cut him off. “Did you just tell me to rebuild your company?” “That’s want you want, right? To prove you can do such a better job than me.” “Aaron,” Alex warned. “Shut up. What are you saying Arnold?” Arnold rolled his eyes. “Fine, let me say it so there is no fucking confusion. I’m giving you Royal Security, fucking have fun with it.” “You’re serious?” “Are you going to need it in writing? Is that what you want?” “Arnold, don’t be hasty,” Alex said, “you’re not in the right state of mind to made a decision like that.” Alex glared at Aaron. “And you know it. This isn’t the time to take advantage of his grief.” “Oh by his endless cum,” Arnold exclaimed. “I don’t believe this. I am fucking telling you I’m not going back, so he might as well own the fucking company.” “Arnold,” Aaron said. “I’m not giving it back. You do this and it’s permanent. I get you’re hurting, but are you sure?” “I am fucking certain,” Arnold said through gritted teeth. Aaron fist pumped. “Yes! Oh, I have so many plans.” Alex shook his head. “Arnold, you can’t—” “Why don’t you leave and go run the family?” Alex groaned. “I am not taking over the family. That’s yours until the war’s over, that was the deal, and then we are going to decide who is in charge for the next two years.: “The war’s over for me. I’m out. Of it, of the family, out of everything. You want to keep arguing, drop you pants because I’m fucking someone now.” “You are not fucking me under these circumstances,” Alex stated. Arnold opened the door. “Get back in here, I need asses to fuck.” “Arnold, we aren’t done.” “Yeah, we are.” “Aaron, are you—what are you doing?” Aaron was halfway out of his pants. “Celebrating, what else?” Alex looked from Arnold to Aaron. “We came here to get him to see reason,” he growled “Arnold and reason are barely acquaintance,” Aaron said, now pantless, “they don’t see one another. Just admit defeat for once Alex and enjoy this moment.” “There is nothing to fucking enjoy here,” Alex snapped and stormed off. “You don’t mind that I take the otter, right?” Aaron asked as Arnold bent the bull over the edge of the bed. “You people have such amazing breath control.”