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Happy commercialized holiday where we celebrate sweet poems, hitting on someone else's wife and getting your head chopped of!

Can't you feel the love?

1) Post with your character, name and canon in the subject line
2) Reply to other people, don't be a stingy ass, it's a holiday for giving!
3)?????
4) Profit

Some ideas for you indecisive types to RNG;

1) Chocolates: You couldn't think of anything more awesome, so you went out and bought your lover some candy. Hopefully they like chocolate. You made sure to check before hand, right? Hope so.

2) Poetry: Some say there's nothing more romantic than a sweet little poem expressing all those feelings! Unless you're shit at writing in which case you might want to stick to...

3) Greeting Card: You are the lowest of the low. You ran to Walgreens ten minutes before you showed up at your lovers house and picked out the first card that looked good. Or maybe you just suck at Valentines day? Either way, hope you brought something good with it.

4) Sex: You're either cheap or good in bed, but you've decided for valentines day you're going to give your significant other the gift of you.

5) Wild Card: Make something up.

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Has anyone ever told you that you talk too fucking much? [ Wesley hisses out as he presses closer, his teeth scraping along Caz's neck as he presses closer. The man was irritating beyond belief, that much was clear within the first one or two meetings-- he simply had to tolerate him to get the information he needed and move on. Getting close as a practiced hit wasn't as easy as he'd like-- of course he wasn't exactly worried about being killed or wounded so much as he was irritated at the idea of not completing his job; damaging his reputation and loosing him the first big cash offering he's had since coming to this side of the pond. ]

Just shut the fuck up and take your belt off, yeah?

No they haven't. [ But they did, they always did. Except Caz is a smart ass who doesn't give any leeway to anyone, least of all Wesley. In a manner of speaking that is, because there are always exceptions that he'd never mention, distractions he gets because his boss keeps him tightly reigned. Wesley isn't someone he trusts, except a man who sought a business contractor -- an eye for an eye sort of deal, Caz doesn't know, can't really bring himself to care cause his boss didn't give him any information beyond some 'keep him alive' bullshit.

Which apparently has Caz pinned up against the wall, tilting his neck back. This is stupid, he thinks, that someone as pathetic as Wesley is kicking his ass, telling him to take his clothes off and he'd fight back, but his fucking boss. ] Tell me to shut up again. [ He'll argue and fight for the sake of it, but even as he speaks, his belt's coming undone, jeans sliding off trim hips along with his boxers, before reaching for Wesley's. Caz will strip if he has to, but the other man better follow suit. ]

Shut up. [ He snaps a second time, no hesitation in his voice as his cock presses up against Caz's thigh though his own jeans as he utters the words against his neck. Fucking idiot, thinks he's tough because he's bigger-- if Wesley wasn't on a mission he'd drag him down by his hair and fuck him in the mouth just to show him that he meant every word he said. ] Shut up or I'll shut you up. [ He doesn't resist the tug at his jeans, but doesn't move to make things any easier for him. One hand pushed into his hair and giving it a tug just because he can, his other hand curling around him. Fingers working roughly against his cock, giving a few firm tugs as his teeth sunk into his neck briefly. ]

For now I'll settle for fucking you over the back of the couch. [ His teeth flash in a grin against his skin, knowing that just his word choice is enough to rile most other men-- but that's precisely the point. ]

Fuck you, you won't. [ Caz mutters, stifled beneath a moan. Wesley has such goddamn perfect hands, he thinks, suited for their kind of work, and especially suited for what they're doing right now, when he's busy trying to dominate Caz. He'd keep quiet, but it's too late for that, when Wesley's actions are busy drawing out every bit of noise from him, from the teeth against his neck, the gasp that comes is clearly unaided, but he doesn't deny it nevertheless, pressing back as he fumbles with the jeans, zipper coming undone and his hands move around to Wesley's ass, tugging them off.

He knows Wesley's inclined to follow through with his words, but he'll fight them at every turn, just because the fights are meant to happen and they both gain pleasure from it. ]

You gonna stop me? [ He nearly purrs with amusement as he began rutting against him, pushing his own cock against the one caught in his fist, holding them both as he thrust against him. A low, pleasured, groan muffled against the Mobsters neck as he laid another bite into his neck. There's a special kink to him about being rough with each other, about antagonizing him, even when they're both rutting and moaning like animals. ] Gonna do something other than be a fucking bitch Caz? [ His teeth are bared in an amused but dark grin. Taunting the man easily enough. ]

Bite me. [ Which Wesley will again, Caz is certain of that much at least, but the threat is still there intent on spiting the assassin; a little bit of coercion that maybe he's not the bitch Wesley thinks he is, can act like he's more than just a push over. Breath coming in swift pants, he's already having groaning at the constant rut of cock against his own, like they've never fucked anyone before, desperate for the simple sensation of each other on their own. Grinding up against Wesley, there's the barest hint of his own measure of control, hands digging into his waist, teeth biting down on the soft lobe of a ear.

Wesley will get the upper hand, but Caz isn't going down without a fight. ]

[ He's asked to, and so he does, if Caz had meant it literally or not made no difference to Wesley. He'd take the opportunity to sink his teeth in and leave a nice, red welt that would probably bruise and force him to wear high collars for the rest of the week. There was a smug appeal in leaving marks right next to where the ends of his shirt wouldn't cover, forcing him to make an effort not to flash the bite marks and other bruises Wesley's left on him in fits of dominance. ] Maybe I oughta mark you right here. [ He hisses under his ear, giving a hard thrust and crushing them together. ] Think boss would like that? [ A breathy chuckle that was strained against the urge to moan. ]

[ He expected the bite to come, how hard it had been however, was not what he anticipated, and Caz let out a loud groan, hands scrambling all over Wesley, trying to find some purchase along his waist to tear his pants off, anything for the barest hint of an upper hand. ] Bastard. [ Part of him is surprised he can't feel the bite bleeding but he wouldn't put it past Wesley not to give him more in that vein, to cause several more bites along his body, give him an excuse that would mean not being able to wear his normal attire, would mean that his boss would raise questions and he'd find himself out of a fixed shred of composure. ] And you say I talk too much. [ He grinds back, thrusting into Wesley because he knows the other man will enjoy it, wants to see him shut up with his stupid laugh and his stupid words and get to fucking him instead of wasting his time. ]

You do. [ He hisses and his fingers grasp for a chunk of hair, twisting in the strands and digging holding too firm for it to be painless. If Caz sees fit to annoy the shit out of him then Wesley will just do what he wants regardless. Twisting his wrist he tightens his hold just that much more and uses the pressure and pain to shove him downward. His cock still hard in his other hand he wastes no time in pushing it against his lips. ] Do a good job, it's all the lube you're getting.

[ Caz almost chokes on the cock thrust suddenly into his mouth, gag reflex overtaking and he pulls away, glancing up at Wesley with a scowl. He doesn’t take to being manhandled like this, certainly doesn’t approve of him shoving Caz to the ground like a pushover, a weakling whose only role is to get fucked and give head. Not that he’s done either of before, but it doesn’t take much to put two and two together and figure out just how it’s done. ] Go fuck yourself.

[ It’s unfortunate, that Wesley isn’t giving lube, which means he has to spend far too much attention lavishing the cock in front of him, Taking just the head into his mouth, tongue brushing the underside, Caz forces up some saliva, using it to wet the head as he sucks. Lip curling around the slit, he closes his eyes as he takes more of it into his mouth, each time pulling away just to take a breath and make sure the cock is sufficiently wet, lavishing it with utmost attention. It’s demeaning, but he knows the fuck is worth it; if Wesley fucks like he fights. ]

Why would I need to fuck myself when I can fuck you? [ And he laughs at him, mostly because it's demeaning but partially because he's genuinely amused. Of course the laughter dies down at the heat of the mobster's mouth, the brush of his tongue causing Wesley's grip to tighten and his hips to roll just so. He wont choke him-- as much as he really wants to because that would be helping him slick up Wes' cock and as far as he's concerned he's going to stay pretty true to his word. Still, the look of him, bombing and moving, inspecting and sucking on him makes Wesley groan. Leaning forward he braces an arm on the wall to keep himself upright and try to subside the urge to test how long he can hold his breath with Wesley's cock stuffed into him. ]

Make sure you get the whole thing, sweetheart.

[ He’d hold his breath as long as it took, anything to outdo Wesley and retain some semblance of control, despite how desperate right now he is for the assassin’s cock up his ass. Blow jobs were never his thing, and Caz took nicely to being fucked after the initial series of bitterness and arguments that made the end result quite satisfying. Half tempted to bite down, just to see Wesley’s reaction, he instead pulls out, taking in a deep breath before he takes in his length, wincing as he holds back the urge to gag, the thick length down his throat, wet and engorged as it is right now. Lips nearly brushing against the length, Caz simply licks, for what it’s worth, moaning lewdly as he lavishes attention all over it. Pulling Wesley’s cock out, he repeats the motion, deep throating him over and over, not bothering to look up for the satisfaction etched across his face. Continuing until his cock is sufficiently wet; he pulls out with a groan, licking at a trail of precum, the salty bitterness not a taste he’s fond of, but he’ll do it regardless. ]

I’d like to see you stick that up my ass.

That makes the two of us. [ Which is all the warning he cares to give before he's moving. Taking a fistful of Caz' hair and twisting it slowly, pushing his head down toward the ground just so he can get his ass up and into the air. There's no wait for his reaction, no asking for help so he could reach around and undo his fly. Giving a hard few pumps to his cock before he;s licking his fingers and stuffing two inside. It'll burn, but Caz will deal-- it's more patient than Wes was going to be originally. Pumping them he takes time to stretch him just enough to shove his slick head against his opening and shove inside. It burns him, he knows it must feel much of the same to Caz but he doesn't stop. Edges in inch by inch till he's fully seated inside of him and gives his hair a hard yank backward just to make sure their bodies were flush. ] Cock looks good in you, Caz. Might have an idea for a new profession.

[ All the warning he gets isn't enough, tossed to the ground, just barely throwing out his hands to catch himself. Face tilted to his side, Caz catches Wesley's motions out of the corner of his eye, teeth bared at the sheer audacity of someone willing to try this; he needs it though, needs the pleasure of sex from Wesley as it's offered when he's aroused enough to take whatever's given to him. ] Bastard. [ Growling out, Caz pants, eyes crunched shut at the sudden intrusion, the brush of fingers against him. The lack of preparation, the burn has him pushing back, driving Wesley's fingers into him. He mutters a line of obscenities, biting down on a hand as he pulls out, fingers replaced by cock, and it hurts. He knew Wesley would do this, but it doesn't change the fact that the burn has him stretching, clenching the carpet for any semblance of purchase, holding on to what he could as a distraction from Wesley edging his cock into him. There's no doubt the pain might ease up later, but right now it simply burns, Wesley filling him up entirely and yanks him backwards and there's nothing to hold onto. He's vulnerable like this, too open for the other man to take advantage, but fuck it doesn't slowly feel good right now. ] You fucking asshole.

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