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Xever sat in the shadows of the warehouse, flicking his switch blade without really paying attention. He was meant to be providing a stealth back up if those wretched Turtles showed up. So far, he just watched Foot Bots carry shipment crates out of the store building. Among the black suits of the bots he saw Bradford.
Rich boy Bradford was technically in charge but pride be damned if he actually listened to the orders given by the spoiled man. He just sat at watched. Not really watching but openly ogling. He looked at Bradford’s chest and the sweat that rolled down and soaked into his vest made him salivate and lick his lips. If it weren’t for the mission, he would have pushed Pretty Boy on top of a crate and straddled his legs.
Xever had always been a sucker for a man with a beard.
Xever hated that man for being so fucking handsome. Those muscles were from all hard work, no steroids or enhancers. Looking at those biceps made doing his job much harder than it was supposed to be. He was so into staring at Bradford than his switch blade closed onto his fingers.
“Merda! Maldito inferno!”
“Having fun being useless Street Rat?”
Xever looked up from cradling his hand and saw Bradford standing over him. Strong arms crossed over an equally strong chest. Xever had had dreams of this view. He smirked and stood on top of the crate, now taller than him and looked down at him. He had dreams of this view too.
“I am simply watching guard for the Tartarugas. Why don’t you take your muscular, pretty boy features elsewhere.”
Chris raised a thick brown brow, a smirk gracing his lips. “Pretty boy? That’s a new one.”
Xever bent down closer to Bradford’s face, noses touching as he smiled wide, showing bright white teeth. “What can I say? I know what I like.”
Bradford grabbed the collar of Xever’s shirt and brought their mouths together. Xever’s hands gripped tightly in Chris’ brown hair. Xever bit down on Bradford’s bottom lip with his canines and watched the celebrity stumble back and wipe at his mouth to see blood stain his hand
Xever swiped his tongue over his teeth that pierced the bigger man’s lip.
“I am always happy to show you more pretty boy. Who knows, you might actually live up to your reputation.”
Xever hopped from the crate and towards the Foot Bots.
“Apresse seus idiotas! Agora!”
Xever walked off, kicked robots into move shipments faster. He was unaware of the predatory look on Bradford’s face.
“Just you wait Street Rat, I’ll make sure you know my name well enough.”