Killian knew Ender had to be testing him, but so far, no one he had looked into was of any importance, nor did they appear to have any sort of underground connections.
Hell, one was a damn baker, living a whole white picket fence scenario in the sky with his husband and two children. So, boring is what it was. He was finding every single person incredibly boring to look into. But whatever, Killian was sure it was only a matter of time before he’d be given something fun to do.
As Ender called out, “Okay, okay, break it up, boys! It’s a draw!” Cyrus released his grip on Soren.
In a mirrored action, he and the Harpy flopped down onto their asses on the mat with a groan.
Wiping at the sweat on his face, Cyrus eyed Soren as he panted. The Harpy was sweating as much as him, and was just as out of breath. It had definitely been a draw, and a fight that likely wouldn’t have gone on for much longer, even if Ender hadn’t called it.
Cyrus could definitively say that the reports saying that the Second in Command of Cryptid Means was not a man to be taken lightly in a fight were accurate.
Though, based on everyone else he’d fought against there, none of them were. Ender’s people kept in good shape, and more importantly, they likely made sure to maintain the skills they already had. Not a single person was rusty, that was for sure, and that was not something he could say for all of the agents in the Bureau.
Considering he’d mostly been working behind a desk for over a hundred years now, Cyrus keeping in shape, to be honest, had been more about vanity than anything. Well, that and his Baby liked his muscles. And Killian wasn’t alone in that now, as Ender seemed to like them quite a bit too.
After a moment of sitting there, he pushed to his feet, as Soren did the same.
“Good match,” the Harpy grunted.
He nodded in response, while he snagged a towel from a nearby rack and started to wipe at his face.
“Getting out of practice, Toddles,” Ender teased as he approached them, a wide smile on his face.
The Harpy snorted. “Hardly.”
Scoffing at the two men, he started to dry off his chest when Ender snatched the towel from his hand. “Allow me!”
“Uh…” Cyrus’ eyes widened slightly when the Gorgon started to dab at his chest, Soren staring in clear disgust as this went on.
“You’ve got some lovely tits, you know that?!” Ender chimed, while giving up all pretenses of helping him to dry off, by grabbing his pecs and squeezing.
“Excuse me?!” Cyrus choked out.
The Harpy burst into laughter when he unfortunately met the Cryptid’s gaze over Ender’s head, and the man continued to laugh as he walked away seconds later.
Completely baffled, he looked down at Ender while the Gorgon continued to grope him, seemingly without a care in the world, the man just very focused on his ‘tits’.
After a few moments had passed, Cyrus sighed and asked, “Are you going to be done with those anytime soon? I want to shower.”
Ender huffed. “I’m just checking to make sure they weren’t hurt.”
He opened his mouth to respond…and found he didn’t really know what the fuck to say to that, so eventually, he just slowly murmured, “I see…”
Killian lookedup when the door opened, smiling at Ender as he walked in. “Done ogling?”
“Yep! They finished sparring, so there's nothing really to look at now. Got to play with Cyrus’ tits though.”
A laugh forced its way out at that. “Groped him, did you?” Even as he jokingly asked his question, Killian yet again tried to see if he felt anything about Ender touching Cyrus. But just as with all the other times he’d checked, he found he didn’t care. Or rather, he was now slightly turned on by the idea.
The Gorgon let out a happy hum and took the chair next to his. “I was only helping to wipe away the sweat.”
He snorted. “I see.”
Ender tilted his head slightly. “You two are very alike, you know that?”
“In some ways, I suppose.”
Cyrus and him could be very similar when it came to how they reacted to things, and they could be equally as detached about various situations.
