Ted's Tedious Trade: Part 3- Upper Bubble Blues (Patreon)

Summary: Ted is treated from his injuries gained from his raid on the Eastside Narcos. Attempting to soothe his new employee and Boy; Zeke's unique talents allow them and Kennsington to infiltrate parts of the Upper-Bubble of Santa Nueva. The mission to finding the toy Giraffe leading them to parts of the Empire's aristocracy....and both the true status's of both Ted and Zeke. As they passively relive the trauma's gained in the upper society of the eternally awake city.

Topics and CW: Allusions to familial problems, BDSM, Big Cocks, Chastity, Cruising, Dacryphilia, Kissing, MLM, Power Imbalance, Sensual Dom, Sex Toys, Situationship-to-something more, Size Difference, S&M, SPH, Verbal Degradation,

Part 3- Upper Bubble Blues

Far to the Northwest of Santa Nueva, crowned a few sets of abandoned hotels legally left to rot in the restored national park they were sacrificed for. A collective of dwellings absorbed into the greenery that invaded every part of this area between city and bubble border. Its skyscrapers barely making it to the tip of the mid-rim of the Dome itself, many lights from the Bubble-buildings that operated the mega structure teaming with life in their web-like grid. Ted’s window overlooking the Sante Fe river from his safe house.

Its azure visage revitalized for the elite living close to its blue shimmer on nights like this. Rumors of the river being used to dump bodies left as speculation for gossiping mothers. Or bookmarked for criminals who can afford enough concrete. None the wiser nevertheless of the many secrets that creep along the river’s verdant boundaries or alluring surface.

The scenic, quiet waters visible from the window of the lightly lit hotel room renovated as Ted’s safe house. Its glass compromise blocked from viewing from all Bubble folk via the large, old trees of the park itself. Concealing the Tycoon….struggling to consul his new assistant while ‘Ken worked diligently to removed the bullet from Ted’s shoulder. Shirtless on a king-sized bed: Ted sat at the edge of the bed as Kennsington attended to him with a steady, somewhat creepy hum. The taller friend no longer in the opalescent armor of leather and bone; comfortably draped in red flannel and jeans that made his thick exterior as soft as like the ‘bear’ he truly was. His outfit clashing heavily with the citywear of the other men in the room.

Fully clothed and collar still visible; Zeke was crying into his pillow across the bed as he avoided seeing the many injuries gained from the Valtese Den, now dotting Ted’s upper body. His heavy, deep wails of guilt getting louder as he mulled over the consequences of his actions by the sheer, scary wounds on Ted.

Leech-bite incisions visibly sore between shoulder and jugular.

Heavy bruises crawling from his full body tattoo, contrasting the black vines inked into his skin.

Deep cuts from bullet wounds…. Including a nasty round barely being removed from his cut shoulder.

All gained from The location Ted had broken his promise, yes.

But the area ZEKE had guided his ‘Boss’ due to not sticking up for himself towards his “frat”.

“*ack, Oi, Oi. Pet...Please stop wailing. Don’t beat yourself up like that, you know it’s not your fault I ended up like--AUCH*”, Ted tried soothing in his base tone before crying in pain. Followed by the metal clunk of the rifle round dropping from Kennsington’s tweezers, the spent bullet clattering onto a medical dish beside Ted. The implement tiny in the hands of the hulking inquisitor, sitting on a tinier chair besides the Tycoon as his boots politely waited by the door of the hotel bedroom. “—like this….Ended Up Like This. D-Doll can vouch for me getting tooo..Fixated on my use of force. Civy’s and all that.”, Ted punctuated harder to comfort Zeke. Zeke burying his face deeper into the pillow as his wails grew louder.

“Croww, Change your approach, It’s clear he’s gonna feel responsible anyway”, ‘Ken advised to Ted. Making the albino he was tending to, sputter in a hushed tone; “easy said than Done, Doll. I basically did the biggest fumble in front of the cutie I want to-”. Ted interrupted himself with a groan, before his vocalization turned to silenced yelp as his injury was cleaned. Zeke hearing Ted call him a cutie made the sobbing lug decrease the volume of the wailing….and made ‘Ken cackle like a school-girl learning harmless gossip to tease their friend about.

“AHAAHA, Like-I’m shocked How Invested he is in you~ And how you are to Himmm. It’s been a DAY--Did you get him…. This needy for You, Already?”, ‘Ken teased in his intense tone. His deep, scratchy voice betraying the sincere gushing expressed in his speech as he tended dutifully to his ‘Boss’. Forcing a blush out of Ted, who looked away from his best friend stitching his wound; the injury failing to regenerate fast enough, to Ted’s chagrin. His light strawberry tone made his pale face looks younger in-between his sideburns, as Ted tried finding the words while Zeke slowed his wails to sniffling sobs.

“Pet, I. I am sorry for not handling the situation better. I got people that could’ve tagged along. Helped me return to you unharmed. And I am sorry for charging in there by myself”, Ted admitted slowly.

Zeke slowly rotated his body as he clung to his long pillow. Shifting his back from Ted and ‘Ken, to the wall as he gazed through reddened eyes as the taller jock listened intently to his ‘boss’.

“I can handle those things often. Without a care to my safety. Not just because I enjoy the thrill. But, because I prefer the pain. To-to spare it from my people. I can dish out every beating and then-some”, Ted continued awkwardly. His voice soft and focused as he tried balancing syncing his actions with his usual mentality as ‘Ken nodded in approval for more of his friend’s honesty. “In this life, loss is an exception to everyone in the Underground, right next to reputation. They go in hand-in-hand, living up to the image of who make ourselves….”, Ted choked out as he tried finding the right words. Painful memories coming to mind as he continued.

“knowing anyone or anything we care about can go at any minute. its. It’s why I Prefer going at it solo, even for ‘dumb’ retrievals like this. I would rather be someone’s Monster than let anyone I care about die again”, Ted confided with pain. The last segment of his statement even making ‘Ken, realize whom exactly his Crow referred to, a distance sorrowful color coming to the inquisitors eyes as those memories attempted to ruin his jovial mood.

Ted perking up with a wince as he saw Zeke sniffle as words finally manage to outshine his cries. The frat-boy’s voice was soft, but hoarse from his crying.

“*sniffle*, i-I know it would have been bad if I came along. I definitely Couldn’t handle getting punched like you did, or scale a building Like That. But, *sniffle*. Boss you did all that because I couldn’t do the bare minimum resisting peer pressure”, Zeke admitted with guilt. Rising from laying on his stomach, Zeke crawled a little closer on the bed toward Ted and ‘Ken, his collar dangling cutely. His face mired in a rising anger, the point of his fury...not directed to the men he faced.

“I. I could have gotten you killed over a plushie!! The 1st guy, that actually gave a Shit about me, that made me feel….longed for. Dead OR Worse because I couldn’t tell my childhood friend to Fuck off on a toy I LIKED. I REGRET Letting Them sell Twig”, Zeke crashed out as he held his thick arms to his head. Looking to the ceiling as the fluorescent, amber lights in self-loathing, the distant glare of red eyes unable to hide the trembling lips his wide, expressive face persisted. Zeke’s pillow clinging to his chest as ‘Ken used the silence between the 3 of them to finish up as he felt Ted collect his thoughts through his focused breathing.

“I don’t”, Ted admitted softly.

Zeke’s self-hating stare to the ceiling crashing to meet the albino man’s face with wide eyes of confusion, his face stilling deeply as his mouth was kept agape in shock. Iris’s pin-pricked to spiteful, loathing dots began to tremble from the sheer bewilderment as the jock’s frown twitched toward the kind face of Ted. ‘Ken closed his eyes slightly in satisfaction by the answer as he continue, his upper lip doing it’s hardest to curl along the prosthetic jaw in a sly smirk.

“W-wWhat?”, Zeke pipped out. Ted’s yellow iris’s taking in all of the confused guy before him as if watching a thunder storm. The after shower of that violent tempest a beauty he would gladly enjoy forever in every stage with the same fondness and joy he felt appreciating a clear sky. Unable to let his face soften for the joy he felt seeing Zeke be honest with him, despite the regret in his assistant’s voice.

“I don’t regret you stealing Twig.”, the Tycoon punctuated with a firm fondness on his focused face.

“….hh-how?! How! You--YOU Almost DIED from it, Why don’t You regret My insecurity? WHY DON’T YOU HATE ME TOOO??? How, HoW??!”, Zeke inquired with increasing worry. Trying hard not to get Mad at Ted for such as strange admission, his rich voice cracking in a desperate curiosity.

“because i met you, Pet. I would not have know Who you truly are without stealing that Toy. And...I wouldn’t have grown fond of Twig’s thief if not from all of this”, Ted admitted with increasing resolve. Feeling the needlework on his body get slower and less clustered as he continued speaking. Zeke fully watching Ted speak in a shameful bewilderment. “Sure. I could have died, or got caught. Or a lot of things. But I did that because the two people I am doing it for mean something to me. Doll, Ah, Mav. And...You, Zeke”, Ted lovingly admired out.

Zeke’s confused glare breaking into a surprised realization as his lips quivered in a subtle joy. His iris’s sparked with happiness as his eye’s curved from their saddened creases. “you. said my name….”, Zeke said in shocked amazement. Almost saying more before he let his quiet suspicion speak before his anger, leaning closer in his quiet speak. “Why am I so special to you anyway that you would raze a Narco den for my mistakes against You. Who could have any guy He could want”, Zeke questioned quietly.

Ted replied with an answer he did not doubt, one he was waiting to say; “Because I want you”.

Zeke’s eyes softened fully as he closed his shocked mouth in a tremble. “I want to get to know the cute, forward, sweet boy that pretends to be someone he’s not to survive. I want to see you grow into someone you can look in the mirror and love--”, Ted lovingly said as he reached his hand out on the bed for Zeke.

“--And I want to be there for it all, what’s a full bullet wounds to your presence, Pet. I can take it”, Ted calmly admitted as he let his blush grow on his blanched face. Zeke inching closer to the other 2 men, barely a few centimeters from Ted before ‘Ken spoke.

“EHEHE. You Pesky Witch! Practically glazed up the Guy like he’s fancy pottery. I can see why you Two are like this, Crow you should have given me and Adey a better idea on How important he is to you!”, ‘Ken playfully reprimanded. Ted shyly laughed as his friend continued, Zeke perking up with a light blush on his tan skin at the taller man calling them both out.

“I’m sorry our Boss had you all worried, Chimaco, Just know he doesn’t care this much about anyone to eat ANY Lead. His smooth talk rarely goes without reason….if you know what I Mean, EEHEHE”, ‘Ken laughed out. Zeke blushed HARDER at that, meekly putting his larger hand on Ted’s extended wrist despite both men looking away in shyness.

“You twoo are Cute. Not gonna Lie there, EHEEHEH, Been too long since I Seen my Crow flirt like that~”, Kennsington teased as he put away his medical kit. Having been given the silent clear from ‘Ken, the now wrapped up Ted did what his instincts directed the second he wasn’t being operated on.

Zeke feeling a tender grasp around his other hand hold onto his. As Ted shyly gestured to be dragged onto the bed, the color returning to his albino skin from the soft, loving gesture. The taller jock helping the Tycoon get on the mattress as they looked at each other before Zeke responded to ‘Ken.

“Ahhhh, I.-- Look, Man; teasing aside. Thank you for keeping our Boss, stay safe. s-Sorry for all the Crying and whining about it”, Zeke relented passionately in shame. Ted laying down beside the awkward jock, doubling down on holding hands, their comfy union gripping fondly tighter. Zeke barely sitting up as he felt his boss’s palm go slack as the frat-bro lovingly held it firm as the skinnier man laid on the bed. Both men get comfy as ‘Ken responded.

“It’s my Pleasure. Happy to have someone around that likes him too. Though, I fear you should save your gratitude till after that toy is secure”, ‘Ken warned warmly to the other men. Leaving the medical kit by the door a few yards away from his work uniform. Causing Ted to groan audibly as he closed his eyes. Zeke looked more confused, feeling the hand he held tense from a deep annoyance the Tycoon was failing to suppress.

“you two aren’t going to some kind of crime alley for my mistake again….Are You???”, Zeke moused out as he shook his head nervously to the others. The lock around his neck from the choker shaking faster, his chest giggling much worse from his sudden stress. Before he felt Ted’s hand pull him down to the bed, as Ted slowed his groan to hug Zeke in full, wrapping his long arm as best as he could around the wide jock. The thicker man was now on top of the thinner Irregular, the sudden connection with the shirtless, bruised man made Zeke squeal as his warm body was chilled by the lanky figure….failing to resist the union as Ted enjoying the suffocation. Letting go of his hand holding to fully commit to hugging Zeke as if the added limb would further his crushing from the soft boy.

“EHHHH...For our Crow, Chimaco. It might as well be Worse than any Narco or Jointstealer. We gotta plan a heist in upper-bubble territory.”, ‘Ken punctuated as he went back to sitting down beside the other men resting on the bed. Zeke perking up as his head was being shoved into the pale skin of Ted’s bare chest. Much of the fading bruises barely peeking through the vast connected tattoo that covered the Tycoon’s body. The pure black ink designed like a plant Zeke couldn’t recognize, vaguely resembling a network of ivy that webbed atop scarring along Ted’s nervous system. Certain parts had burst-like scars that were drawn in whatever bulbs and flowers the vines grew to hide how brutal the bullet-like wounds were.

Zeke felt the long arms holding him tight wasn’t just to help him rest. It was like Ted...was cherishing their time together from something he was afraid of as well?

“B-boss? I’m Upper-bubble. N-Not like Heath, since he’s the governor’s kid. But I know my way around the Dome’s grid. Is it….a life-death situation again? What’s wrong, B-Boss?”, Zeke tried to advertise his help as Ted’s loving embrace grew tighter in worry. The Tycoon..unable to speak as he kept Zeke close to his tattooed chest. “Anything close to Upper-to-Top Bubble is….personal to Crow. Lot of bad blood from where, or, Whom he grew up From”, Kennsington delicately tried to warn.

“ii. I try to avoid going back anytime if I don’t have to. But. I got to the follow the beat on Twig. Even if one toy gets stolen from my domains, others will think I’m too weak to protect anything else”, Ted whispered. Trying hard keep his cool and stay away from thoughts that made his voice crack with anger. “*Sigh*, the main Problem with this Lead, Pet; we researched her on the way. Don’t know how scum like Fanuco managed to woo the Catrina Heiress. High-up Merchant Family….tough security”, Ted groaned out in increasing frustration. “Crowcan get us a proper audience, since he’s….More upper Shelf than she is. Problem; is weaseling our way There to begin with”, ‘Ken added as he exaggerated with his hands. His thick arms tightened the sleeves of his flannel further from their thickness as he gestured.

“what? Is she like guarded by a death squad of haemoancers….Or is it the typical, Upper-bubble bullshit?”, Zeke said as he tried cuddling Ted. Trying hard not to use his full strength as he caressed the tattooed body of his boss with his thick arms. The skinnier man clearly crushed from the weight difference as he remained unbothered from his joy experiencing this, as he tried not getting annoyed at what he was thinking of. “the Latter, sadly, Pet. Plus….When I use my status. My. Parents. Will know immediately. Which usually is not good for anyone’s health. But, the process to get an audience with them is the actual snag”, Ted commented with caution. His heart-rate raced as he mentioned his parents, as Zeke looked concerned from the sudden thumping.

“Easy to built a case against her with my rank, considering their history of thieves and assassins. But That family has a strict policy. Avoid any meetings unless done through a mutual from a business in her domain. Only one directly in her power…. the North-Upper Opera”, ‘Ken’s scary voice winched out. “a very niche rule that pretty much makes her unseen as the upper-society grooms star performers heavily out of my circles. Got No one in on any shows. So it might be over before—”, Ted gave in before he was interrupted. Zeke squishing his boss as he spoke with...pride?

Zeke rose with confidence, slightly resting upward from their cuddle; “then is sounds like I am going to tag along, Boss. You….Just got an informant for the Network in her...opera”.

The shocked faces of Ted and ‘Ken stuck in confusion before Zeke continued. “I...Didn’t exactly tell Sandy that I… was a choir/opera kid. It...was the prestige art I was scouted to do for my status as Carnelian’s heir. Only...real thing I enjoyed growing up. I. Can. Call the company to get into the performance tonight If we need—”, Zeke confided before he was beset by kisses. A few wet smacks on the lips that then traveled down his long neck, before the pecks stopped as Ted looked into Zeke with a boisterous smile.

“Fuck you are a Life Saver, Zeke!!!~”, Ted complimented as he hugged the thicker boy tighter from joy. “Does that mean we got a plan, Boss? Can’t get cuddly yet. You’re sending my new friend into his 1st job as an Irregular after all. So you better take care of him too”, ‘Ken teased as his face looked joyful despite his prosthetic jaw being unable to smile. “Absolutely! Pet!! I am Going to show you the debts of my gratitude anyway I can!! Can you text the organizer to get that performance spot now???”, Ted confided in a small rising worry. Unable to hide his satisfaction from Zeke.

Zeke was seeing stars as he wished Ted was making out with him at the moment, before shaking his head through their hug as he spoke. “Yes Sir. I. I can do that for you. I know they’ll replace the main Heldentenor so I can reprise it when my lineage comes up….is it okay if I come with after helping you get the audience..M-Master”, Zeke squeaked. Hearing the word made ‘Ken giggle lightly, wiping a single tear of satisfaction at Ted’s new “employee”, and hopeful long lasting friend. “You. Will. Shadow me. Every. Step of the way, Pet. I don’t want you out of my Sight. Nor...do I want you away from me either”, Ted gushed. Both men blushing in their embrace as ‘Ken chimed in.

“Oi. Lovebirds. We gotta get going now, then. Next performance is in about an hour. You two can cuddle later. It’s time to ruin someone’s day for our guild rep”, ‘Ken joked at as he went to go put his boots on. Zeke went for it, Kissing Ted lightly as the frat-bro tried his hardest not to fully make-out with his master. The tycoon took control of their kiss immediately. Using the soft union as a means to get help off the bed before their soft embrace departed. Ted looking into Zeke fondly as both men rushed to get ready to leave.

…….

Far from the Santa Fe River. Close but distant to the raging Pariah’s Palace. Was a grid-set of Diamond structures that consumed the skyline of Santa Nueva hundreds of feet off the ground. The part of the city’s mega structure that warded it from the eternal age of frost and darkness of Humanity’s Hubris: shielding this modern empire in scientific advancement and commerce. As 3rd shift work tirelessly to keep up the Bubble of Santa Nueva, the eternally awake city in both commute and celebration. Depending on the level of Dome the Bubble-folk operated in. The Orb-like structure housing the rising hierarchy of wealth the further you took a trolley, to points of extreme fortune where Ted, Zeke, and ‘Ken were. At the border of the Upper-bubble and the Tip.

A large, geometrically perfect mall suspended hundreds of feet towards the heart of the city. Glistening yellow floors shone like diamonds as strange vegetation clung to the walls and ceilings of the bright architecture. Sudden growths in the high-end clothes store saved for the elite...clustering into the changing room Zeke and ‘Ken waited in front of.

As Ted groaned out of sight, behind curtains of silk whose top were being invaded by vines Zeke swore….whispered to him? Golden thread on the dressing room signifying this shopping district was owned by the Carnelian’s. The former Heir dressed up as the lead heroic for the opera he had hijacked: the half-plate, under-garbs, flowing black wig, and fake wings left him embarrassed despite the fact even the former star begged him to take the role. His new choker the only accessory outside of the cock cage he was able to sneak in, and helped keep him sane as he hated being dressed like this.

Zeke was trying hard to pay attention to the two men he kept company with, the weird vines and swear words of Ted making him laugh as he found ‘Ken’s hands still touching up his costume.

‘Ken lovingly hummed as he helped adjust Zeke’s attire, fully in his inquisitor armor on assignment as Ted’s official “escort”. Alone on this dead night in the dressing rooms as Zeke giggled nervously in his opera uniform beside the curtain obscuring the curse words of the Tycoon. “you Like adjusting your friend’s clothes that much, Big-man?”, Zeke said with a smile as ‘Ken helped obscure the jock’s choker.

“Clothes and fashion is a love language of mine, Chimaco. And if I am gonna consider you a friend, might as well help out on more than your current fashion sense~”, ‘Ken teased as he patted the well dressed frat-bro. Zeke nervously looking away as he enjoyed the none-cruel chastising….something he hadn’t experience from anyone in a really long time, it was something that felt good to him. His attention eagerly waiting on his boss, anticipation creeping on his cute face as Zeke listened through the fabric for Ted as the lanky man’s exasperation grew louder.

“*Aww*, Don’t snip at me Lonyn, just finish with the implant, Please”, Ted whispered loud enough for Zeke to hear. Before the Carnelian heir could question, Ted chimed in with a shriek.

“*OUCH*...MY-my Kennsington made all my clothes….including helped remake my Irregular uniform. One of the many reasons I hate being in these stuffy, Fucking, Clothes you will see me in”, Ted groaned out painfully behind the curtain. Zeke looking to Kennsington, the inquisitor nodding to confirm his craftsmanship over their bosses attire, the big man almost chiming in before being interrupted by the many curses Ted spewed out. “You Okay, B-boss?”, Zeke pipped out. As he saw Ted’s Hand wave that concern away through the curtain; “yes Pet. Lonyn’s just..helping me be ready for the Upper Bubble”.

“Who?”, Zeke questioned as ‘Ken responded. “Another friend we share that I still need to make clothes for. Lonyn’s… Our eye on the Tip of the Bubble. A bit of a long story Crow should fill you in on personally”, ‘Ken replied as he petted Zeke’s head in care. Making the jock nod his head in curiosity; “Sure big guy, thank you. Partially for the context..mostly For helping me with this stuffy outfit, I was afraid it wouldn’t a guy my size”. Zeke thanked as he wrapped his neck to enjoy his now fully hidden choker.

“My hands may be built for chopping down wood and mages; but if it’s one thing this city can’t get rid of, is seeing my loved ones dressed to Impress”, ‘Ken hyped up. Making Zeke giggle as he stared up to the hulking man. “we-well, if we are doing more than serving the same Boss….would you make me clothes based on what I like, Big-man?”, Zeke shyly asked before a big hand slapped his back. Zeke yelping from the searing pain as the bear-sized palm repeated its jovial slaps in spots that wouldn’t destroy the fake wings.

“EHEHEHE, Chimaco! I’ll sew you a wardrobe for being a part of our Click, making Crow so Happy. AND FOR HELPING US. Like a True friend of Mine”, Kennsington enthused. Taking on of his large hands close to his new chin with a passionate thumbs up, the other limb used to exaggerate motions of taking measurements of Zeke to guess his size for later.

“well, you’re the sweetest inquisitor I have ever met, I’m happy to know you too, ‘Kenns—”, Zeke pipped out before he was silenced by the curtain moving. As Ted walked out in a vastly different look as he stared to a costumed Zeke and uniformed Kennsington.

Before them, was a man who looked vastly more intimidating. Hair combed upward, the two-toned style gone as Ted’s blonde hair fully dominated the gelled scalp. Wearing a 3-piece suit of silvery-white that made his albinism seem darker in comparison, its style odd and reeked of a privilege even the governor of Santa Nueva couldn’t afford. Ted’s crow skull earrings now matched a wide, impossibly black scarf draped around the wiry man’s shoulder to his waist, with matching shoes both threaded with crimson imagery. The shade much too expensive than his family store would sell, did this Lonyn import the accessories somehow? The abyssal dark accessories ending with tight gloves that bore strange symbols embossed with red string.

Behind his left ear….was a strange, bulbous plant growth no larger than a cherry. Zeke guessed it was a tracker by the repeated glowing hum that thankfully made no sound, deeply unnerving to the jock.

His yellow iris’s had a more, inhuman under-glow to them the lanky man attempted to repress, like a shadow cast above his nose that his teeth grinding scowl made worse. Zeke’s shocked expression at this stranger forcing Ted to end the supernatural scowl that could cut through walls….as the lanky man’s smile made the jock feel at ease. “sorry you have to see me like this, Pet. I hate pretending to be things im not..too. Being my parent’s progeny Is One Of Them”, Ted tensely eased out with a sigh, visibly missing his tongue piercing as he spoke. Eyes half-closed in defeat as his statement ended.

Zeke looked to ‘Ken to make sure his friend was done adjusting his attire. The inquisitor nodding, curling his eyes with gentle assertion, as the jock took no time to close the distance to hug his boss. Uncaring if anyone would see them at this dead mall, clothing store. Ted was careful to hug back as the Styrofoam wings looked very easy to break, burying his face into Zeke’s chest as carefully as he could. “I know....A man like you deserves to be happy in his own skin too. Let’s finish this fast. So I, ah-mean Us, can s-see you in Leather again...You look better in Leather, Sir, than Silk, Sir”, Zeke reassured. His statement breaking up from his fluster of certain parts of what he said. Making Ted laugh as he squeezed one last time, patting the lower back of Zeke to signal the embrace’s end.

“Soooo, who is paying for your attire?”, ‘Ken voiced out. Zeke perking up in concern at the logistics, as Ted tried hard not looking dead inside, the only light in his shadowed eyes toward his best-friend and his Zeke.

“N-Normally I am not allowed to use family funds! SHIT. I MEAN, I don’t know if this can count as an emergency to use the black card they gave me, what If I—”, Zeke panicked in whisper of dread. Until Ted’s arm placed itself on his shoulder. Ted looking to ‘Ken in defeat, the inquisitor nodding in silent understanding as he waited what to do next, his jovial nature morphing in practice of emotionless patience. “I will. Don’t need your card, I doubt your family will want to miss out on These funds”, Ted said as he gave something to ‘Ken. A strange, seal of wax designed like a human spine looping in a circle, connecting via the skull that ate itself into a loop; the material was dark as roasted peppers despite the iron-like smell it gave off.

Wordlessly, Zeke began to walk with Ted as ‘Ken lead both of them to the register. Looking back to where Ted would have left all his gear; Zeke saw what this Lonyn did, having clearly napped it for retrieval however the creepy plants allowed him to do so. The nervous opera singer tried hard not thinking about what could have been in the changing room with his Boss, as he turned his focus back to leaving the store with the rest.

It took a few minutes at the dead-store for Zeke to understand what was happening, as Ted stood close to him. Close enough that both of them wanted to lean against each other, left denied due to the strangers in eye-shot. ‘Ken handing the cashier the seal, which made them get their boss. Which than lead to all present workers coming forth. As they jumped at the opportunity to attempt to shower Ted in supplication?

The sudden eagerness to ensure Ted’s comfort out of fear outwardly made him Recoil in resigned repulsion. Hands in front of his pockets almost tight enough to pop his knuckles, or to cause his palms to bleed and redden the clothes he just bought. Ted’s uncomfortable conformity making his inhuman stare comeback as ‘Ken spoke for him, the taller man becoming the rigid, cold figure Zeke saw in his studies or online from raid videos. The gentle giant enforcing their safety and dealing with all social matters: betraying the soft, kind person he was a moment ago. This charade of a few minutes feeling like years, as the hatred Ted felt from whatever memories he had, made him glare more in subdued loathing he feared he wouldn’t escape.

Flinching as he felt a hand grab his.

Breaking his hateful inhuman stare, was Zeke gripping Ted’s palm hard into his. The taller jock uncaring if anyone saw, uncaring of the repercussions it could have on both of them; as he kept his gaze onto the weird workers of His family’s clothing outlet. Letting his big, tender palms speak the wordless admission of longing and comfort he felt for Ted, squishing the gloved hand and rubbing his thumb into it. Making Ted remember who he truly was, and who Zeke was; as they held hands in the city that tried to beat the identities out of them their entire lives.

Not letting go of Ted’s gloved hand, even as ‘Ken lead them out of the store, Ted wanted nothing more than to hold his Boy for having to see that, to being witness to a sliver of Ted’s true world. His passion for the younger guy igniting worse as Zeke extended his loving embrace in response to it. ‘Ken taking the lead, Ted and Zeke continuing hold hands side-by-side in a territory that loathed such love, even in straight couples. Ted wishing for it to be over soon so he can embrace Zeke in full later, and show ‘Ken gratitude for this mission.

Slipping from that Carnelian’s store, Ted passed by parts of the Upper-bubble he never really went to. Routines of sticking to parts of the Bubble-Tip for his work under his parents, around once a week, that the rest of the mega structure was foreign to him. The night-owls free during 3rd-shift thankfully uncaring, busy, or absent as the 3 men walked down where ‘Ken guided them. Passing by business after business owned directly by the affluent, for the wealthy and those above the 1% of the empire. Franchises never seen on the surface, automated service used for everything but cleaning as synthetic serfs served food with programmed elation to uncaring elites. It was so bland to Ted, and clearly to Zeke, someone who was visibly caught up in memories of growing up around here as the jock wordlessly reminisced. Taking any chance he could get to lean his taller body against Ted when the certainty of no witnesses was clear.

Regardless of the terrible memories of Zeke, the place lacked any soul to gravitate too. Lacking the music, grime, and heart of the many delightful passions you’d find on the surface and even underground Santa Nueva. Considering no music stores were here. Their ideas of fashion not practical. Nor the companies idling had anything close to humanity. The men’s gesture of silent longing filled the space with more heart than this place saw since its construction. Their hands held tight as they kept the small act active for as long as possible, this one shred of who they were unwilling to depart.

Only letting go as they reached the door of the opera for singers to go, the part of this entertainment plaza much more quiet as the many elites likely inside were waiting for the 14th performance this cycle. The vegetation dimming out much of the lights that hanged from the yellow, stone-like material, and likely whatever camera was watching over them at the alley way that turned a good distance before the entrance of the opera house. Smalls steps leading to a metallic-red door that never saw people like Ted’s family, a few feet away was clean trashcans and the arching wall that kept them in place. The space behind it near the door….visibly large enough to hide out of angle for performers, passerby, etc.

“Alright, Chimacos. We need my new friend to play the long performance...Do you already know your lines and everything, amigo?”, ‘Ken questioned like himself once the area lacked signs of strangers. Looking down to Ted, Zeke turned his full body to his boss as he spoke to both men in this operation, smiling in confidence at the man who tried hard not to look down in Gloom. “ooh, I’ve been in every rendition of their shows since I was 17, they keep a lot of the programs for the city limited for no good reason”, Zeke voiced out, ending his statement with a twinge of annoyance. His pride returning some of the comfort back into Ted, the skinnier man relaxing as he stared up.

“sounds like a rigorous memory you have for music, Pet~. You’re making me eager for your performance already….Shame I don’t have a way to encourage you more on your 1st mission?”, Ted teased out sincerely. Underneath the face-wear of ‘Ken’s uniform, the big-guy perked up at that as Zeke giggled from the compliment.

“Right...I will wait towards where the VIP are expected to enter. They stop seating people in 20 minutes, Crow. Come by when you ready, Boss~, And Sing your heart out, kid!”, Kennsington marched ahead in sly enthusiasm. Making Ted roll his eyes at the ploy to give him time with his Boy. Zeke laughing warmly as he shone his big, Ice melting smile toward; “I promise to give the performance of a lifetime, Big-man!! All for you, to show my love for yah as a true bro, with what I Love to do!”. Making ‘Ken turn his wide, imposing figure back as he nodded in joy, before twisting his form far from them in the practice of militaristic stoicism.

Zeke’s attention was brought back down to the man that made the distance a few inches away from his opera costume, as Ted held the taller man’s face with his gloved palms. Squishing Zeke’s cheeks lightly as his fingers pressed into the soft face with gentle reverence.

“you said it was one of your favorite things growing up, Pet...is performing at the opera something you are excited for again? Even with the ulterior motives?”, Ted asked. Making Zeke realize his Boss had remembered another thing he said in passing, returning his blush to his tanned face, the taller jock unable to look away from his normal shyness as the cherry tones made his outfit look more angelic.

“sirrrrrr….I love to sing. Choir, Opera, bad renditions of music from clubs I go to; it’s more than a hobby to me, And being able to do it in front of an Audience… and people I like. I feel honored”, Zeke mumbled cutely before his tone grew focused from flirting. Making Ted chuckle from the sincerity, the vocal gesture shared by his lad until the shorter man spoke.

“I love music, Pet, so I am more than privilege to see you do this….I promise to show you my appreciation for all of this later when we are safe. But….can I show you some of that care now?”, Ted cooed out in a whisper as he leaned closer to Zeke. “and what kind of appreciation would My Master want to show?”, Zeke meekly said as he looked left-to-right in eagerness. “how about a good luck, kiss from your man to start. Celebrate your 1st mission as my Boy, and Irregular”, Ted offered with hunger in his closing eyes. His combed up hair making his passionate eyes worse in his desires to the opera singer in front of him.

Zeke wasted no time. Nodding as he was fast leaning down in his costume to peck at Ted’s lips. Ted let the taller jock enjoy himself, as they kissed slowly before using their full mouths. Forgetting for a moment if people could pass by, Ted closed the rest of the distance as he held Zeke’s lower body and avoided a lot of the goofy singing attire. Sharing spit as their tongues danced warmly, both men unable to keep their eyes opens as Ted diligently kept Zeke’s moans all to himself in his mouth. Hearing the younger guy pitch his deep voice as he pulled one of the jock’s legs up past his silvery-white pants as they made out for 20 seconds longer. Ted’s growing erection unable to be hidden by the tight fabric as he ground his pelvis against Zeke, making his boy’s moans even worse as he stimmed the locked dicklet hidden by costume.

Ted using his other arm to hold Zeke’s chin, his once occupied limb helping the lad down to both his feet as he spoke. Interrupted by Zeke as he spoke the same words; “I’ll miss yo—”.the two men looked at each other and they laughed.

Zeke taking the initiative as he kissed Ted’s available forehead before placing his lips against Ted as he spoke with needy passion; “still got 17 minutes, Sirrrr. Can. May I please give you head deeper in the alley”. His breathe stolen again deeply as Ted buried his hard-on deeper into Zeke’s clothed crotch in response, groping the taller jock much harder with both hands to the ass Ted craved. “Please. please. please let me do it, Sirrrrr. I want you bad”, the taller sub pleaded between making out. Making Ted dig his lips deeper into the guy, his cock throbbing as he began to laugh at the begging. “can’t even wait till after your performance to get a taste of me~ I love how much of a shameless pervert you are, Zeke”, Ted cooed breathy in care.

Wordlessly, Ted lifted up Zeke from his hungry grip, the bigger sub not protesting as the thin Irregular hoisted the Carnelian heir into his arms as they made out.

Ted’s kisses were feral, but lovingly. Steady, but deep. Wet, yet mostly quiet as his mouth was trading the flavors of his boy in full, exploring Zeke’s mouth anew as his stud remained absent as their tongues united. Satisfied with the desperate groans his lips successfully muffled as he manhandled his Boy. His Bitch. His Pet. His….Zeke, the lad he was falling for more and more, whose union of mouth dancing became more addicting as Ted eventually turned to the final corner of this alley besides the door where performers would enter. Out of sight of anyone, Ted used his fully strength to almost pin Zeke to the wall. Fast and needy taking off his boy’s wings and wig to their side on the clean alley floor. Before he than pressed the jock into the stone wall in a frenzy of ecstasy. Ted wasn’t just here for the blowjob, he wanted to rip Zeke cute costume off to reveal the big, meaty, soft body he needed. To chomp down on the jock’s neck beneath and above the choker he still wore, and show the guy flavors of lust, love, and passion denied him for so long.

After a minute of continuously stealing Zeke’s breath, Ted decided now as the perfect time to let his cock get worshiped. Kissing his boy as he twisted their forms in reverse, resting his back against the alley wall for the blowjob.

Carefully pulling away, Zeke’s mindless desperation to continue kissing met with resistance….surprising Ted as he felt his lower lip being snatched by mindless teeth. Zeke biting down onto part of his Dom’s mouth, his master, with the same reverence as a puppy nibbling hard onto it’s owner for more affection. Ted’s eyes creased in a masochistic ecstasy from the pain, hearing Zeke’s whimpers for more kissing, internally groaning as his cock twitched in deep arousal. His thick, hung, bushy shaft straining against his pants as his went commando, his erection grinding against the zipper.

Ted indulged his pet for 1 more minute of renewed passion. Getting loud in his make-out as he dominated Zeke’s mouth in full, barely calling the kiss a wrestle more so an embrace of wet, fiery dance that had him slurping his Boy something fierce. Their tongues departed from their wet hug with a sweet slickness that trailed out of their lips. Looking at each other, whatever hate-filled stare Ted sustained in the Upper-bubble was replaced with a controlled elation. Edges of a perverted lust, and soft joy running wild across his face as his Boy. Zeke pathetically lost in sensations as he tried desperately to continue pleasing Ted, groping the skinny man’s erection with fervent care, it’s heft rod close to tearing the pants if the fabric wasn’t tough.

“there’s the desperate, ‘little, Slut stealing my heart~ Good Booyyy. Feel me up, Pettt. Feel the real cock that’s gonna invade that throat of yours, and leave that cute face of yours suffocating on studs and pubes like a good ‘Little’ Cocksucker”, mocked Ted lovingly. One hand squeezing Zeke’s soft face as the lad puckered his lips pleadingly with tensing eyes, stifling the moan that followed as Ted’s other hand pressed in between the taller sub’s crotch.

Pressing a thumb downward where Zeke’s small cock used to be, the remaining inches snugly entrapped by the inverted chastity cage. His gloved hand firm, slowly getting rough as Ted felt the dicklet throb violently from its owner’s appraisal. “it feels so good, Pet. Got the key, yet you never even asked to be unlocked before your performance~ You’re my kind of Slave alright. How about we save the rest of the foreplay till after—”, Ted cooed before interrupting himself.

Looking into the expectant eyes of Zeke; the hand cupping the big jock’s face fast moved lovingly to the top of the sub’s head. Their lustful fixation not ending as Ted lowered the taller slave to the zipper of the silk pants, his Boy gulping in a devoted thirst as Zeke licked his lips in wait. The Carnelian heir crouching down as if going to pray, uncaring of the scuff marks on his costume as he went to his knees. His head pressed into Ted’s crotch as his owner spoke in finality; “And get to impaling your needy mouth with a real cock”. Letting his slave grind his big face against the center of his legs with force not needed, as Zeke smiled and nuzzled his owner in eager devotion.

Inhaling through the silvery silk nose 1st as he kept looking up to the man his hands gripped on, Zeke was savoring his man for the precious minutes he had before going on stage. His big eyes above the obvious bulge that nested behind a pants as it crossed underneath the garment horizontally. One hand hugging Ted’s firm ass for support, the other now maneuvering the zipper: Zeke kept kissing Ted’s groin until the heavy shaft fell to his shoulder. Before Zeke, was the beautiful dick he wanted to spend his life worshiping. Uncut, Loose Foreskin he needed to tongue soon. Hanging balls, his nutsack carpeted in fine but small blonde hair he began washing with his mouth in a whimper. Half looking up, half lost in lust as his eyes tried their hardiest to focus on his Master. Most of his remaining brain cells gravitated to pleasure as he was lost in the salty taste of a Real man, rinsing each testicle in admiration. Using his now free hand to pump the 8 inch shaft he was focused on.

Ted had not removed all his piercings.

Taking attention to keep his stroking soft, firm, and slow against the piercings slithering across his needy palm. The meaty rod clenched in his fingers was the most precious thing to Zeke, and he needed the pierced cock to travel down his throat soon.

As 13, pearly, metallic studs dotted his dick like when Zeke was 1st deep throat’d it. 6 levels of piercing Zeke had desperately swallowed when they met….the sounding rod his Master had scared him with initially also peaking above the 13th stud that crowned itself beneath Ted’s urethra. Unable to keep quiet much, Zeke inhaled his Master’s testes as he tried getting enough brain power to remember to suck his dick before their deadline would be up. The thick shaft getting slick from precum as Zeke continued masturbating Ted, the skinny man using the hand hold Zeke’s head to pet him boy.

Until he began pressing his fingers into a sudden grip of pain as he groaned in arousal, as Zeke finally remembered what he had begged. Slowly pulling out the silicone rod from his Master’s cock, the slick, straw-thin toy oozed precum that now flowed like a trickling faucet. Carefully spitting out Ted’s balls with a respectful kiss before going to lick the sounding rod clean. Making sure the succulent nectar from his owner didn’t go to waste; Ted stared in amazement at Zeke doing all of this ahead of his control and direction. Grabbing his toy with his other hand out of Zeke’s grasp, Ted reminded his Pet who he was worshiping.

Slapping the wide, soft, jock in the face with his studded cock lightly. Zeke opening his mouth and extending his tongue to catch any hints of taste like raindrops to a dehydrated man. Letting it last for a few more seconds before Ted thought his boy was cute enough to nurse on his cock. Lining his tip to the expectant tongue, his hand behind Zeke’s head firmly: Ted let his slave have fun fully before he would use that throat he loved. Zeke greedily looking up as he got to work savoring his Master, the taste of his owner’s sweaty, smooth cock was indescribably tasty to the jock. His precum as addicting as it was when his Master claimed him a few hours ago, the mainly aroma from the sweat collected overnight making him more hungry.

Sipping the cock, Zeke suckled on it fervently as he finally closed his eyes to enjoy himself. The pets. The tasty cock he nibbled and licked under the foreskin. It made the jock finally stop tensing his shoulders from all the problems today brought. The thick, loose hood of the dick that owned him reminded Zeke that he was loved by a man, more for than Sex. But fuck was the intimacy making the Jock melt as parts of himself healed giving his Master head. Ted’s pats getting gentle and consistent, as he placed both hands behind Zeke’s head.

Swirling his tongue around the pink cock he needed Ted to choke his Adam’s apple with; the skinnier Dom used his black gloves to signal his Pet to move ahead. Caressing the back of Zeke’s ears, angling his palms to touch his neck as a warning for what Ted had planned. Zeke understood what his master wanted. Planting one last kiss in sync with the cock lips he was making out with, Zeke let his mouth hang wide. As Ted plunged his Boy’s face into his cock.

Each layer of paired studs getting soaked in spit as they found a new home in the warm, gooey, throat of Zeke. The larger slave gagging loudly as he felt his windpipe get stuffed on all sides, making the noise out of lust than worry since he still lacked a gag reflex. Zeke tearing up as his nose was deep into the bush of blonde pubes he fell in love with. His light crying not unnoticed by his Owner, as Ted started impaling his Boy onto his cock with full force. Treating Zeke’s throat like a good little fleshlight.

Playfully pumping his cock in-and-out, out-and-in, In-And-Out Zeke’s mouth as each masterful thrust was being inhaled. The larger sub swirling his tongue and sucking alongside the hands pushing his face deep into Ted’s pubic hair. Zeke, addicted to the taste of savory man meat and metal that tickled down his esophagus with wet pleasure. Ted, lost in using His property in some alley where either of them could be caught at any moment. It was bliss to them to do such a taboo in this part of Santa Nueva together, Zeke’s second encounter with his Master really developing his taste of cruising with each thirsty thrust down his throat. The pace of his repeated insertion past the jock’s cute lips getting faster and faster.

“Fuckk I love that throat of yours, Pet~ Keep it up, Pet, I’m almost—”, Ted compiled before he stopped. Zeke’s playful gagging ceasing as Ted pushed his head back down his whole cock again as the door into the performer’s quarters loudly creaked open. Zeke’s lustful eyes coming back into focus with terror as he looked for direction from his Master. Ted keeping his focused gaze to the wall that hid the nook both men cruised in. Breathing through his nose, Zeke was scared as he clung his hands to the back of Ted’s pants trying to keep it in. Ted avoiding giving his slave any sign of peace until….

The red door that led into the theater closed loudly.

As the sounds of a lighter switched to life in its addicting flicker, out of sight of the pair.

As whoever was a few yards away from their perverted display of love….was on a smoke break?

The drags of Premium Diné tobacco as slow, and as deliberate as the puffs they released; Ted judged as the air got filled by their addicting stench.

Ted looked to Zeke, and puckered his lips in the motions of an air kiss. The pets on the jock’s head continuing as Ted’s free hand gestured for silence as he nodded his head to continue.

Zeke was in shock. His expressive eyes closing as his beautiful, brown iris’s shrank from uncertainty. Before he closed them cutely in protest, attempting to whinge as if there was 8 inches of thick man-mean choking down his throat. Opening one of his nervous eyes to….see Ted smiling. Pure, direct, endearment he didn’t think possible with him in that attire. Like the rest of the night….it made Zeke very safe. A sensation the jock never had in this area until he met Ted, the comforts of being themselves even to the point of lewdness. It put the big guy at easy, as he heard the performer out of sight continue smoking

Giving Zeke the courage to worship Ted in full. The hands that gripped his hairline let go as Ted put them to the back of his head, elbows touching the air in relaxation against the wall. Aroused, the big slave silently pleased his owner by lathering the big cock long and sensually.

Bopping it down his throat slowly at times.

Sucking on his balls in quiet reverence.

To just lapping every 8 inches with his tongue as his lips softly kissed the cock Zeke needed to marry.

The drags of the performer cigarette getting few and few as Zeke and Ted cruised. Unaware of the stellar blowjob Ted was getting from his Boy.

Ending all on his own, as Ted was seeing stars from the tension he felt potentially being caught, and his sensitive cock tip being massaged. Zeke’s greedy suckling was firm, but quiet as he kept traveling all his taste buds under the large, loose foreskin of his owner. One hand cupping Ted’s furry balls down as if they could cum from the motion. The other palm full wrapped around as much of the Dom’s shaft his athletic fingers could fit. Pumping Ted’s genitals in Full, the worshiping massage was too much for Ted as he climaxed down the eager mouth of his Boy. Clenching his teeth to stop his heavy breathing, trapping whatever groan that could release from the explosive proof of love he felt for the slave on the ground.

Zeke’s half closed euphoria made it apparent he was in heaven, his scuffed knees more than worth it. Sampling ever robe of salty, thick, crème as if it was a rare vintage no longer in production; the manly nectar just as addicting as it was in the bathroom at Bubblees. 1,3, 5, 7, 9, to 13 robes spray painted onto the jock’s tongue, uvula, and upper mouth faster than he can drink. The initial spurts exploding on his taste buds as he sucked the hyper sensitive cock tip for more. Before deepthroating the cock once more to savor the pearly studs one last time. To clean the cock that owned him.

A holographic beat ringing out by the door. ^Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep^, rang in quick succession to the disgruntled whine of the smoker’s holo-bracelet. “^Tisk^ fuck. 5 minutes before final role call. That new Heldentenor better get here soon or my 1st show’s gonna be my last”, the performer complained with one last puff. The sounds of their hurried stomp echoing before the heavy red door creaked to life.

Signaling Ted and Zeke were alone once more.

After zipping up his pants, Ted crouched carefully to hug Zeke. His long arms struggling to wrap around the wide sub as Ted paraded his Boy’s face in kisses. Wet, slightly loud pecks that made Zeke laugh. Before ending with one more make-out toward the ground that stole his breathe one last time. “sooo, aha, do Irregulars get to be like this often, Sir?”, Zeke questioned in a careful whisper as he broke away from their kiss. Ted chuckling as he began gathering the last of Zeke’s costume pieces off the floor. Thinking hard on what to see as he helped the jock off the ground, dusting him off, than adjust the accessories back on.

“not all of them, mostly because lot of them either aren’t into it. Or….”, Ted trailed off as he looked into Zeke’s eyes mid wig-placement. “...aren’t what, Sir?”, Zeke cooed out in curiosity.

Ted’s eyes leaning deeper down as he finished adjusting the fake hair, already missing his Boy’s silver now replaced by the synthetic black locks that flowed to his shoulders. “or they avoid possible romance because of the lifestyle being dangerous….But. There are those few, crazy, fools who can’t help by love. Grow. And foster relationships….Like what me and you could have”, Ted eased. His voice wavering as he tried gently placing his thoughts into speech.

Zeke smiled as he grabbed his wings out of Ted’s hands. “more like Will, Sir. I’m not the brightest to be stopped by all the scary shit in this shitty….if it means I can be yours in more ways than Master and Slave?” Zeke pipped out in his deep voice. Unable to contain his curious passion, his hand fidgeting the fake wings onto his back in time for Ted to collect his thoughts.

“We will, Zeke. I promise, Pet. Let’s get your 1st mission complete...and experiment more on what we mean to each other along the way”, Ted broke out in a deep tone of longing. His hands extended outward as he used Alchemist. Zeke’s eyes transfixed as he saw his Boss’s cellgrade for the 1st time ever, the atoms around the curled fingers of Ted synthesizing….A tall plastic Cup? Suddenly as it manifested, A small bubble of water condensed above the container before dropping the fill its volume with a light splash.

“What favor of gum do you prefer, Pet?”, Ted asked an astonished Zeke. The jock’s eyes alight with joy as he directed his star-filled gaze to Ted and responded; “ay mierda~ Ahhhhhh, ^stssssst^, Do yu have Cinnamon, M-master?”. His shaky enthusiasm intensifying as a pack of the candy synthesized into the cusp of Ted’s other hand. Both limbs extended outward to Zeke as the jock took them in amazement.

Downing the cool, clean, water that had a unique taste purifiers in the area couldn’t get from the delicious crisp mouth-feel. Slipping one of the gum as its familiar, fiery-sweet flavor was much pure than the synthetic stuff he found Anywhere. Throwing away his trash fast, to tackle swing a very surprised Ted. “Ahahahahah, Sirrrrr! You’re too Damn SWEET. I-Ah Shit! Take care of ‘Ken, I gotta get going”, Zeke laughed out before realizing the time they had left.

“of course, Pet~ We both are eager to see you, I’ll be happy to make yah stuff to celebrate later as well”, Ted said as he was placed down. Looking back as Zeke went to the door.

Speaking before he opened it; “i’ll miss you, Sir. I hope you like it!”.Zeke flashing a toothy smile before he entered.

Ted nodded as he concluded; “I’ll love it, Zeke. I know you’re gonna make me proud in more than performing~”. As Zeke got into the performers side of the opera house.

Bonus Ending 3

‘Ken was left alone ahead of the alley for a while. Hands extended to his sides as he stood sentry over where his boss was busy. ‘those two~ Crow has a type and it gets funny how much he can fall for someone. Ahaha, man Tadeo would have loved Zeke too. I hope Zeke and Crow are having fun at least’; the Inquisitor contemplated a few minutes into his watch. Until he received a light tap on his shoulder.

As the vine of a plant tapped urgently onto his macabre shoulder padding. “Still here, Lonyn? Thought you left to keep watch on Crow's….cursed Roost as usual?”, Kennsington inquired. The strange vegetation that grew across the Bubble’s Dome shook one of it’s extensions as if gesturing a ‘no’. “Let me guess….You wanna gush about our Friend finding love again? Or you keeping me company as you watch how this quest unfolds?”, Kennsington followed up on playfully through his creepy voice. As 2 vines descended downward toward the initial one, growing leaves in the shapes of ‘thumbs-up’, the one from before doing the same but as a ‘thumbs-down’.

“you Sneaky little thing. YOU Still Sour over me beating your Ass in Tic-Tac-Toe? IT’s Hard playing many games with you out of Sight of others since I CAN’T VISIT Yah”, ‘Ken growled through his prosthetic jaw. Its rattle of playful annoyance returned as more vines descended downward like angry fist, the near dangerous Cellgrade user allowing for one of the vegetative appendages to….creep down a few pages of paper and 2 pencils.

“You Really know how make-MAKE me Peeved. You are Lucky I care about you, Little-Mister-Rapunzel. I’ll play your games, don’t be made if—”, ‘Ken relented as he went on to playing 12 games of Tic-tac-toe

……

“—Goddamit. You Viney SonofBitch. Best 6-7, Crow ain’t letting up on the new Guy. COm-on”, Kenninsgton roared in the empty mall. Getting heated as he was close to losing to PLANTS. Knowing the man behind the vines was very fair.

The vegetation of the ceiling kept score of the game with the other expended rounds via leaves, and keeping Ken company as Ted and Zeke finished their departure. Ted wiping a tear, looking back with a sad fondness one last time, despite the person he wanted to see was already being prepared for a major role. His somber expression of anticipated, patient lo-likeness...twisting into confusion. As he Saw two of his best friends….Performing Little shop of Horrors in front of the entrance of the alley. ‘Ken point to the hive of Vines...the many hand-like appendages of green pointed back as they took the distraction to win once again.

‘Kens fury was very noticeable, as he practically roared upwards at the growths under Lonyn’s control. The a 6’7ft Bear unable to stop his silly rage, even as Ted stepped forward as the inquisitor tried ripping out the vines Lonyn controlled. Kennsington shouting, even as Ted attempted to drag his body guard inside the opera; “You Better PRAY I GET A REMATCH YOU DAMN FERN—”.