His gaze narrowed.Were they plotting something? They knew where his compound was now…could a raid be coming?
“I can practically see the conspiracies turning around in your head, Ender,” Cyrus mused with a snort. “We aren’t plotting anything. And we didn’t exactly have time to plan. We just packed up a bunch of shit and drove here. It's likely going to be interesting trying to explain this to my parents…or move shit without being noticed. If we even can with how annoying my family is already being about us quitting.”
Killian chuckled. “Your parents are going to love this.”
Cyrus just rolled his eyes.
Ender had no clue why Killian thought Cyrus’ parents would ‘love’ this development, but then, he was also having trouble recalling who Cyrus’ parents were. Then again, there were so many Grimms, it was hard to keep track of the ones not currently being a pain in his ass, or at risk of becoming a future one. Though, none of that really mattered at the moment.
“Who said you could move in here?!” Ender cried in exasperation.
Killian annoyingly raised a brow at him again. “And where else would we move to?”
He huffed and scurried off the bed, turning to glare at them with a hiss. “I don’t care where you move, as long as it’s not here! This is MY compound! You can’t just—” Ender’s words cut off abruptly as his eyes were drawn to something on the bed.
Clothes—a whole wad of clothes—were strown between the two men. Ones he hadn’t seen before, and had not put there, but…but he needed to… He needed to arrange them.
Without hesitating, Ender prodded the two men off his bed, and away from his nest, before starting to grab things, so he could weave them where they needed to go.
The smells coming from the items made him…happy, but also pissed him off, because they obviously belonged to Killian and Cyrus. Ender both wanted to throw them at the two men, while also daring anyone to try to take them from him, because he would NOT be giving them up!
Ugh…his brain was not making sense, even to him.Fucking hormones…
Cyrus stood there,not even attempting to hold back his smirk, as he and Killian watched a fully naked Ender kneel and shove the clothes the man had cocooned himself in last night into his nest.
The Gorgon had managed to unravel himself in his sleep, and at some point, he'd lost his white T-shirt, which had forced Cyrus to shift things out of the way every so often last night.
Ender’s mouth was pinched, yet his eyes were shining. The man looked so contrite, yet happy, after no doubt realizing who the clothes belonged to. Cyrus licked his lips as his gaze trailed down the Gorgon’s back, stopping when he reached his plump, taut ass.
“Hells bells, stop staring!” Ender suddenly snapped, while glaring over his shoulder at them.
“How can we not? You are quite a sight,” he chuckled, his voice sounding a bit husky.
The Gorgon’s face went bright red as he sputtered with indignation, “Out! OUT!”
The naked man pointed, before moving rather quickly from the bed, considering how heavily pregnant he was, and shoving them towards the door, followed by him opening it and pushing them both out of the room.
“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Killian sighed as the door slammed shut behind them. “I was enjoying the view.”
Cyrus chuckled. “He moves rather fast for how big he is.”
“Whatever you do, do NOT say that to his face.”
They looked to the left when someone snorted beside them, and found Soren standing there. “Yeah, I agree, that would be—you know what, do it. Please, do it.” The Harpy smiled viciously.
“I think I’ll pass,” Cyrus said dryly.
Soren rolled his eyes and walked past them. “Follow me.”
And with nothing better to do, they did.
“Iwill literally find enough corners to park your asses in, and put you in toddler time-out, if you do not stop talking,” Severo growled, once again bringing an abrupt end to the non-stop whispering that his class had been partaking in since arriving that morning.
The Bureau was an absolute fucking mess. People seemed to be running around, lost, confused, or just annoyingly incompetent, at performing even menial tasks without Cyrus and Killian there to wipe their asses. He got to ignore most of it, since what they did on his floor had little to do with the two men, aside from when they were in the part of the year when trainees joined on duty agents, or when there were some sort ofprocedural changes. But it had still annoyed the fuck out of him that his students seemed to want to discuss the matter.
Oh, and he had also gotten a total of six, at last count, calls from Cyrus’ cousin…a cousin he very vaguely knew, who he was going to continue to ignore. Which, thankfully, was easy to do since he’d blocked the man’s number… Even if he could still see the call attempts.
At the sound of footsteps, Severo looked towards the entrance of the gym, frowning as Seri walked in with Skya in his arms. Both of them looked irritated. Well, Seri was irritated, he could tell Skya was just copying.
