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[➠and Death came to town ➠Best Laid Plans ➠Friends like these ➠there's a drumming sound]

It had taken Felix an eternity, but sleep had finally come for him. It was almost noon when he woke to the smell of cooked meat and coffee and stumbled into the living room where Brutus was taking several take-out packages from a delivery person at his door. He looked up as Felix shambled into the main room, flashing him a small smile.

"Ah, good, saves me the trouble from waking you. Here, eat something," Brutus ordered, setting the boxes out on the coffee table instead of in the actual kitchen. He was feeling generous, which usually meant something had gone right for him. At least something went right for one of them. Felix remained quiet until he'd shoved six pieces of bacon, an eggs benedict with salmon as well as ham and four slices of thick sourdough toast into his stomach along with several things of Brutus' nice coffee.

"When did you wake up?" he asked, rubbing at his face and wincing as he caught on some of the edges of the bruises that came from a broken nose.

"Early. I did some of my own recon, you seemed to need the sleep," Brutus said warmly as he ate at more of a sedate pace. He was a big man overall, so any lingering food insecurity he carried with him was less obvious on him than it was on Felix.

"Guess I did. Still, I could have-"

Brutus cut any protest off with a wave, shaking his head.

"You've been my boots on the ground dealing with this, the least I can do is let you get some rest and find your next move for you," Brutus said smoothly. "I found out where he's staying. The Death Icon."

Felix didn't think that was hard, he hadn't hid his presence much…His dubiousness must have shown, because Brutus smiled and continued.

"Floor and room number, several independent confirmations. As well as … that he hasn't returned to it yet."

The meaning was clear. It was open to vulnerabilities. Nobody was better at a break-in than Felix was. He shoved the piece of toast he was working on in his mouth and stood to get some spare clothing he kept at Brutus' place without a word.

"Fi! One more thing - gift for you by your door, don't forget it," Brutus called. Felix did not forget it - sleek suitcases were Brutus' style now, but he'd rustled up a nondescript backpack just for Felix. Inside it was crammed almost to bursting with plastic explosives.

"You get me the nicest things," Felix said with a grin.



Breaking in was easy. Felix had broken into several other rooms in this hotel before. It was one he liked, shame he'd have to explode some of it. Oh well. He watched long enough to make sure Death hadn't returned to it before slipping in, neatly cracking the lock in such a way it didn't leave damage and would still work. The point was to give no outward signs he had been here. Not until the time was right.

So of course, he set the bag down just inside the door and began to snoop.

Some hired men treated the job like something sterile, and their hotel rooms were the same. Clothes for the job, maybe a toothbrush, necessities. Nothing remotely personal. That there were signs of a person here was surprising for Felix, and he couldn't resist going through them. It looked almost touristy, some of it. Souvenirs of the city, which included a damn snowglobe of the skyline. Felix shook it to make sure it was even real, checked that it wasn't hiding drugs or something. Two silver coins - old - the old thief in Felix thought they might be worth something and he instinctively pocketed them for a moment before cursing and putting them back. No. This wasn't about petty theft.

He made his way back to the door, not wanting to waste more time, but his eye caught on a photo. Old. Death, and someone else - it took Felix a moment to place the sight of it. Judgment, he finally realized. A power broker who handled money for people with too much of it to do it themselves. That was more Brutus' area, and Felix was pretty sure he'd seen Brutus coming out of some fancy building and parting ways with the man before. It was hard to miss an icon.

If they were tight then there was no problem replacing a little bit of damaged property. It was practically a victimless crime.

Grabbing his bag again, Felix started to set up the explosives around the door.

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Felix already had experience with leaving a mark on Todd with his teeth--Todd's flesh was about as durable as a Royal's, and he recovered similarly. "Ah- fuck," he hissed through his teeth. One hand tangled into Felix's hair, pulling at him encouragingly. The other he pressed unerringly to where he had thrust his elbow into Felix's ribs and dug his thumb in. The change in position had the added benefit of letting Felix's hands freedom to work lower.

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The shot of pain from Todd digging his thumb in was bright and hot, just like he wanted it to be. Only his teeth against Todd's neck muffled the curse that came out - yet again some six syllable compound word since nothing as simple as fuck could get across the exact depth of his feeling.

He grasped at Todd's belt, tugging at it and managing to undo the claps while working by touch alone, quickly pushing it aside and his trousers open and down next.

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Putting more of his weight on the hand that was digging into Felix's ribs, Todd shifted to half kneel between Felix's legs. He dragged his nails down Felix's bare sides and reached to fully free his cock. Grabbing Felix's hips with both hands he lifted Felix up with a promise for more, but for now only sliding their cocks together in a press of hot flesh to flesh. The motion jerked Felix's teeth against him, the pain mingling perfectly with the pleasure. "My personal problem," he gasped between ragged breaths and dug his fingers in with bruising force.

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Todd's personal problem - it had been a threat that was also a promise back then, and it was doubly so one now. Trousers out of the way, Felix moved his hands to dig in to Todd's short dark hair, letting go with his teeth only to bite lower, to leave another fresh mark against Todd's pale skin as he rested his weight against him.

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Todd's pale skin was an excellent canvas for making injury artistry. Felix's first mark stood out even in the poor light of the rooftop. The blood could have been drawn by Felix's teeth or from lips that had been made bloody. Todd wanted Felix to draw blood, to fight all the way down, like the problem he was. Todd's problem. His. Like any good problem, he should get fucked.

Todd flicked one hand out to draw a mean little blade. The way that Todd ran the edge down Felix's side was to draw blood painfully. Enough blood to slick his fingers with it. Getting his hand around to slide a couple blood slick fingers into Felix was not the most elegant of positions with Felix latched onto his neck, but elegance was not what the frantic need in him demanded.

"Are you the kind of problem that should get fucked?" he asked low and guttural, curled his fingers.

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Felix hissed as the blade drew against his side, sharp edge raw against skin rather than so keen it couldn't be felt. A blade made to hurt, ramping up Felix's desire rather than dampening it in the least. He let out a shout as blood-slick fingers breached him, needing to let go of Todd's neck to make the sound, breath ragged as his eyes practically rolled back with the mix of pleasure-pain that came with that.

"Yes," he growled, spreading his thighs, fingers tightening on Todd's scalp.

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Pain, violence, and blood all heightened Todd's desire. These were things he knew about himself. Felix's growled agreement was something new, and he realized it threaded back to making Felix admit what Todd had done to him, and the moment later when he had (foolishly) chosen Felix in some way he still did not understand.

"Good," he breathed against Felix's neck and gave a return bite with intent to mark. With quick motions, Todd removed his fingers to catch up more of Felix's blood to slick his cock with. He pressed the head of it to Felix's hole. A moment of gentle pressure long enough to release Felix's neck and say, "Because I need to fuck you." Then he thrust himself into Felix with a relentless pressure and confidence that Felix could take all of him or die trying.

Felix gasped out wordlessly, his fingers tightening in Todd’s hair, the pressure of his grip limiting how much Todd could move his head. Felix’s eyes glazed over and with Todd holding his hips up was free to hook his heels behind Todd’s thighs.

Todd’s hips came to rest against Felix and the heat of Felix’s body around him called out to the fire that had lodged in his chest. He realized that he had been cold for so long he had lost all awareness of it. The thawing ache of it easing pulled a louder gasp from him than had been building in his chest from the pleasure of being inside Felix.

Felix’s eyes focused on Todd’s. “Is that all you’ve got?” he growled.

“It’s hardly my fault you’re such a slut I could fit my whole arm up there,” Todd shot back. Testing the limits of Felix’s hold on his hair he sunk his teeth around Felix’s collarbone and rocked his hips to find the angle that Felix responded to best. He was going to fuck Felix to completion before he let himself come undone.