With his body propped up by pillows, fully dressed in loungewear, Cyrus was relaxed back on the bed, with Killian cuddled against his side. Both of them were watching Ender mess with his nest, weaving in more of their clothes.
Cyrus cleared his throat. “I do understand our access to some areas will be restricted, but I would like to be of some use here. I’m not really one to sit around and twiddle my thumbs. I’m just not exactly sure what I can do here.”
Ender was silent for a moment, hands unmoving as he stared at his nest, before a pleased smile slipped onto his face and he turned to them, apparently done for now.
Crawling towards them, the Gorgon pursed his lips as he sat beside him, his eyes clearly on his body as he hummed, “I mean…”
Cyrus’ brow rose, his stomach fluttering as Ender began to slowly trail his fingers up his abdomen.
He flinched when the Gorgon firmly squeezed one of his pecs and snickered, “Muscle?”
“Muscle?!” Cyrus sputtered.
He sent a glare down at the Siren when the Cryptid giggled. “What are you laughing at? He won’t even let you work until he trusts you.”
Killian sat up, a wide smile on his face. “Yeah, but I’ll get what I want eventually. In the meantime, I am perfectly content to just sit here and look pretty while I wait.”
“An effortless endeavor with your looks, I’m sure,” Ender said with a snort. “I suppose I can start you slowly on the computers with limited access. Warning though, you will be banned from them permanently if you try to dig. And we both know I will know if you do.”
Cyrus tried to not feel grumpy that Killian could so easily have something to do. “So much for him having to earn your trust.”
Ender smirked. “As proficient as he is with hacking, and all those other skills I’m sure he has, I know for a fact that I am better. So really, the risk of him doing any permanent damage before I realize is rather low. Besides, he’ll be working in my office, with little old me. Aside from my meetings, that’s usually where I’m at. There are others there in the outer areas of our Intelligence Center, but if you want me to trust you, you’ll stay clear of them and their work for now.”
Killian let out a soft sigh. “You are better, though I can’t say admitting that doesn’t sting my pride a bit.”
“Meanwhile, I get to be muscle,” Cyrus growled.
“Well, it’s not like there are any upper management positions for you,” Ender pointed out.
He didn’t want to be unreasonable, but was it too much to hope that there was a position there that would actually fit him? “Muscle?” he groaned in disgust.
Ender smirked. “You do got a bit of it.”
Cyrus rolled his eyes when Killian patted him on the head, while the Gorgon started to feel him up again. The man seemed to like his chest.
“So, you want me to, what…just follow you around all day?”
Ender’shands froze mid tit squeeze at the question, frowning slightly.
Did he want the Fate to follow him around all day? Well, the better question was, did he want Cyrus to hear all the shit his group was up to? As that was what following him around would result in. Well, not everything. He didn’t micromanage…
Okay, Ender possibly micromanaged a bit, but he didn’t personally monitor every single fucking operation. He couldn’t, there was just too much, and they’d grown too big for that. Just the bigger ones, and then he got some vocal reports on others, and written on most. And the majority of it was not very legal.
So did he really want Cyrus, of all people, to know that much? Not really…yet, at the same time, he kind of did. Mainly as it would sickeningly satisfy his paranoia, in that he would then know where the man was at all times, along with knowing exactly what information the Fate was hearing. Really, it was too pleasing of an idea to pass up.
“Yes, I do,” he said with a smile, feeling very pleased with himself.
“I see,” Cyrus said slowly. The Cryptid stared for a moment, looking confused or possibly concerned, before asking, “When are you planning to free the people stuck as stone? You know, the ones still currently being harassed by your chickens?”
“My chickens would never,” Ender huffed.
“Ender, the people stuck as stone?” the Fate pressed.
He blinked. “Right, right. Fine, I’ll go change them back.”
Ender didn’t get why everyone was so worried about them, they were fine! Also, his chickens didn’t harass people, they attacked—there was a difference. He slipped somewhat haphazardly from the bed, hurrying towards the door, only to pause on realizing Cyrus had followed.
He looked back and up at him. “Why are you following me?”
