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Astarion breathes out, tugging on that fistful of Octavian's hair he's gripping. His hips buck up, burying himself deeper in Tav's throat. They've done this time and time again, a little quickie between meetings. Sometimes it's the only intimacy they get to share before dropping into their bed that night. Too exhausted to do anything then. The excitement with the prospect of getting busted doing this at the office always turns them on more than anything else. Well... there is Tav's lust after coming back from dealing with one of his... private projects. But that's different.

Whenever Tav comes back from dealing with the filth of this world aka killing serial killers he's extra horny, a little side effect of his psychological "affliction". By now Astarion doesn't mind, welcomes it even as he loves the drawn out attention just as much as the little stolen moments they get at the office.

"F-Fuck!", he growls out lowly, "Gettin' close", he bites out. Octavian grips his hips, keeping him still as he keeps on doing that delicious thing with his tongue that drives Astarion absolutely crazy. The silver haired man bites his bottom lip, the walls are thin in here. Not that anyone cares that the two of them are fucking. First of all, they're married and second of all Octavian is the fucking CEO of this branch of the business and Astarion is his right hand man. Even if anyone cared, they could just fire them. The thought of having power over people like that turns him on, as it always has, prompting him to give away a moan at last.

But he bites down a louder cry of pleasure, a restrained sound coming out of his mouth instead as he feels Octavian's hands gripping his ass even harder. It's enough to push him over the edge, feeding him with spurts of sticky liquid.

Tav stands up, wasting no time and slamming their lips together. Astarion can hardly breathe at this point! The kiss is wet, messy and tastes like both of them combined, he wraps his arms around his husband and pulls them closer together, hearts beating in unison as they enjoy each others bodies.

But all too soon Octavian pulls back, tongue darting out and licking some of their shared fluids at the corner of his mouth. He's wearing that lazy smirk that suits him so much.

Astarion's breathing slowly calms down as he smiles at his husband. "Gods you're gorgeous", he whispers.

"Don't I know it", Tav chuckles and begins fixing up his clothes. His tie is nearly undone, shirt slightly open and tugged out of his pants and his hair is in all kinds of states of dishevelment 

"I feel a little guilty that I'm always the one getting the most out of our little breaks", Astarion chuckles out as he buttons up his shirt.

"Aw babe, don't bother", Tav smirks, pushing another kiss to his lips, "You know how much I love your orgasm face", he grins, "It always makes my day so much better."

He blushes with a little shake of his head. "Will you be home late again today?", he asks, hopping off the big and heavy oak desk he was sitting on and grabbing his discarded pants.

"Not sure. Old man has me meeting up with management to discuss the schedule of next months deliveries", he sighs, "Bastard's keeping me quite busy these days", his voice is a grumble. Astarion knows that Tav's family hadn't been very happy with his choice of a relationship. They don't mind their sexuality, no, what they do mind is that he didn't take a cover up wife to breed with. For image reasons of course. And because Tav is expected to keep the bloodline going. So far he'd been able to divert their attention by pretending to be searching for a fitting candidate for a surrogate pregnancy. But they both know that it is only a matter of time until his father will present him with options and Tav will be told to choose.

Only thing though, Tav has no plans whatsoever to procreate. He plans to be the last murderer the family ever produces.

Their marriage was also something Octavian had to fight his father for. In the end him and the branch of the family that he controls, had been able to convince the more conservative people in the Clan, that it'd help them moving forward to have a "woke" relationship on display.

Family reunions were always... more than a little strained. After all Tav couldn't allow them to see just how much he really cared for his husband. To openly show his love for him would mean to paint a target on his back. There was always someone in the family that longed to get Octavian out of the way or force him into giving up the place he carved out for himself. Marrying for strategic reasons such as alliances or some other calculated shit, like image was much preferred to the love marriage the two of them are secretly having. So Tav had argued with terms his family could understand. A marriage for image was accepted. A marriage for love, was not.

"How much longer until the old fart steps back?", Astarion asks, tucking his shirt into his pants and starting to redo his tie.

"Years, unfortunately", Tav sighs out. They've waited patiently, replaced many of his father in law's allies with people that Octavian and he can trust. The plan had been going at a snails pace but in the end it would result in Enzo giving Tav the position of President over all of the family's businesses. The only thing left by then would be to finally murder the bastard. A thing that Tav had been aching to do for years on end.

But Enzo Bael de Medici was a person who didn't like to let go of power easily. If the bastard had his way he'd stay in power as the President and owner of De Medici Inc. and all subsequent businesses until the day he can no longer hold a fucking pen.

As a business lawyer Astarion knows about all the little cogs in the machinery that are needed to be finely tuned for Tav and him to be safe, should anyone else come after them once Enzo's dead.

"Well... can't you help things along a little?", Astarion asks with a bit of an annoyed whine.

"Starlight, love of my life", Octavian replies, gripping his chin and kissing him again, "You have no idea how often I thought about poisoning the bastard already. Inflict some kind of nerve damage that would make him unable to fulfill his duties. But you know that we can't touch him until we have everything in writing. It's the intelligent thing to do. Plus he's built up his immunity to the stuff, same as me."

"Fine", Astarion grumbles out, "I'll try to be patient..."

Tav gives his husband a smirk and one last squeeze on the ass. "Good boy", he says before finally pulling back and heading into the ensuite toilet his husbands office is equipped with. A splash of water takes care of any residue he's gotten on him from the blowjob and a short brush of his hair finishes the look of the sleek CEO he's posing as.

As he comes back out of the toilet, Astarion is straightening the knot on his tie by observing his mirror image in the big glass windows that give him a nice view of the city. Despite them just sharing a moment of pleasure his locks sit perfectly, the tailored suit he's wearing seems as if it's painted on him, accentuating his slender yet muscular build as well as that gorgeous ass. When Tav lets his eyes wander over his husband he finds himself licking his lips again. "When was the last time I bit that juicy ass of yours?", he asks with a smirk.

Astarion chuckles out, eyes finding his in the reflection of him. "Two nights ago, after I let you spank me", he answers.

"Mm, yeah", Tav nods, remembering, "I wanna do it again."

His husband laughs as if he's not hearing him right. "Far too soon babe. I'm still sore from that session!"

"Fine", Tav smiles, eyes coming up to meet Astarion's as the other man turns around, "Maybe I'll let you tie me up tonight instead then."

Astarion's blue eyes widen with excitement, it's not often that Tav gives up power like that and let's his husband have his way with him. But when he does Astarion always enjoys it immensely.

"You mean it?", he asks.

"Absolutely", Octavian promises with a nod, "But now I gotta go", he sighs, closing the distance between them and kissing him once more, "Please make sure the contents of that contract are iron clad. We're gonna need it going forward."

The very reason why he'd come into Astarion's office in the first place was the employment contract for yet another ally that they plan to install right under his father's nose.

Astarion nods. "Of course babe", he says, "You didn't fund my super expensive education for nothing", he smirks.

Octavian smiles. "I funded that for you", he says once more, "Because-"

"You were absolutely smitten with me from the moment you saw me at the Halloween party 6 years ago. I know, I know", Astarion chuckles out, "For a serial killer you sure are a sucker for love."

"Only yours my dear", Tav promises and pulls away at last, checking his watch, "I really have to go now", he sighs out, "See you tonight babe", he promises and leaves Astarion's office at last.

Hours later Tav finally comes home, tossing his suitcase down in the hallway and taking off his tie immediately. Astarion is still up, reading one of his favorite books on the couch with a fancy glass of wine. He'd pampered himself this evening, enjoyed their Sauna and a nice massage from their in-house masseuse. But from the sigh that his husband is giving out right now, Tav seems to be in a foul mood now.

"Welcome home babe", Astarion greets him nonetheless, putting the glass of wine down on the glass side table and standing up.

His husband's face lights up ever so slightly when he sees him, walking over and pulling him into a tight embrace. "I've missed you."

Astarion blinks, a little taken aback by Tav's current attitude, after all it had only been a few hours since they parted at the office. "Is everything alright, dear?", he asks, hugging him back.

"They took out Zethino", he reveals to him.

Astarion pulls back, eyes widening in shock, "What?! But... how?! Why?!", he asks.

"I don't know yet. But Gustavo's brother was called in to get rid of her body two hours ago", he replies.

"Octavian... I don't like this at all", Astarion answers with a growl, "Zethino was just posing as a fucking gardener, no one ever paid her any mind! And yet she still got killed?"

"It might just be coincidence. With how weary his usual prey has been getting my old man might've taken what he had "in stock" so to speak. Gus says the kill looks like one of his", Tav explains.

"So your father murdered our friend?", Astarion sighs, shaking his head, "What do we do now?"

Tav shakes his head, pulling him into another tight embrace. "To be fucking honest, I just want to hide you away so no one can lay a damn finger on you", he answers, "As for another spy in my father's house...", he shrugs, "Exxvikyap is still there but I told her to be extra careful and to run for the hills the second she feels as if she's being targeted."

Astarion wraps his own arms around his husband, pulling him into his body, "I know you want me out of danger but I also know that we have to present a united front. We'll be the new face of the family soon enough. Cowering now would only raise suspicion", he explains, "We have to continue to be the power couple the media came to love."

"I know", Tav relents, "Gods, fuck!", he growls out, "I know I can't reveal my feelings for you to the world, not yet anyways. But sometimes it makes me wonder just how fucking psychotic and blind my family truly has to be to not even notice it when we're sitting right next to each other at the dinner table for Christmas."

"They don't know love", Astarion answers, "So they don't recognize it."

"But what if they do? What if they already have their eyes on you and are just waiting for the right moment?", Tav asks, "I would rather burn it all down than lose you, Starlight", he growls out, fingers digging into Astarion's sides as Octavian tightens his hold on him even more.

"So would I", he answers, "We agreed on it as a last resort, remember? But this is just one setback. We can deal with it."

"Deal with it", Tav shakes his head, "Fuck. How am I ever going to get the manpower together that is needed to burry my bastard of a father, if I can't even protect my most basic allies?"

"Shhh, shhh", Astarion tries to calm him down, using his most soothing voice and rubbing his hands up and down his husband's back, "You definitely need to blow off some steam", he says, "So why don't you let me take care of you for a bit and tomorrow we can find out if Zethino was a victim of opportunity, or if she found anything out that would warrant her demise?"

With his voice sounding like that Tav eventually does calm down, sighing as his body melts into his. "That sounds like a lovely idea", he whispers out.

Astarion pulls back from the hug, gently taking Octavian's hand and leading him upstairs. "You remember what you promised me?", he asks, looking over his shoulder with a smirk.

Tav's eyes had been following his gorgeous ass as they walked but now he looks up at his eyes. "I remember", he nods, a slow smirk of his own spreading across his face, "Looking forward to you fucking my brains out tonight", he chuckles, "It's just the thing I need."

"Perfect~", Astarion sings out, opening the door to their bedroom and turning on the lights, dimming them down to a less aggressive flair though. He lets go of Tav's hand for a moment to go fetch the silky blindfold and their favorite pair of handcuffs. Behind him, he hears the rustle of Octavian taking off his clothes.

When he turns around, his husband is already naked, oh and what a sight to behold. Tav has always been a bit bulkier than him, taller too, even though most people think he's the taller one between them. Courtesy of his slim build. But Octavian... he's an angel faced poison on his best days and a handsome devil on his worst ones. He absolutely adores his husband but he knows that the feeling is mutual, "Mm, aren't you a sight for sore eyes", he hums out, licking his lips. 

Tav chuckles, closing the gap between them and gently pushing the bathrobe he's wearing of his shoulders. It easily falls down, caught only by the loosely tied belt around his waist.

"I could say the same to you, husband", he huskily whispers, leaning down to catch his lips. The kiss is lazy, tongues rubbing against each other between their mouths as Tav slowly loosens the belt even more, when it finally comes undone the bathrobe flutters to the ground and Octavian picks him up by the ass, walking over to their bed and placing him down, looming over him as he trails his kiss over his cheekbone and down his neck. Astarion sighs out, bathing in the attention for a moment before he flips them over and pushes Tav's hands above his head. The metallic clicks are loud in the room as he fixates his husband's wrists to the headboard.

"There now, that's better", he smirks.

Tav smirks right back, "I'm at your mercy babe", he says.

"Same safe word as every time?", Astarion asks, straddling his husband's waist and reaching over to the bedside drawer to fetch a cock ring, the anal beads and the lube he wants to use tonight.

Octavian nods, "Forza", he confirms. They've been using the Italian word for "force" for quite some time now, easy to remember and quickly said. They had used "Redcap" before that but at some point it had reminded them too much of little red riding hood and kind of spoiled the mood.

"Perfect~", Astarion sings out again, placing the toys and the lube in reach, Tav doesn't even look at what he's fetching, this is a session where Astarion is in charge and Octavian fully trusts his husband with this. They've done it a lot after all. Mostly the other way around but every once in a while Tav too likes to be controlled. He readily lifts his head so Astarion can place the blindfold on him, cutting him off from one of his senses. He sighs, settling in and giving a probing tug at the handcuffs. Not too tight as always and fixated to the one rod that's already a bit loose. If anything unexpected happens, Tav will be able to rip the rod out and free himself. Good, he thinks to himself.

"Lift your hips love", Astarion orders next and once again Octavian obliges, pushing his heels into the bed to lift his ass up and feeling his partner place a pillow underneath it to give him access to his ass for all kinds of fun things~

The next thing he feels is Astarion lifting his weight off of him and a cock ring sliding on and tightening around his base, he licks his lips. "So it'll be that kind of session, hmm?", he asks with a smirk.

"Oh yes~ I'll be having lots of fun with that delicious tool you keep hidden in your pants all day", Astarion's voice is sultry, sexy, it feels like a caress with the way he can't see his husbands face. Soon after, the first bead of their favorite toy is breaching his entrance, pushing in with the help of lube, "You're as tight as ever babe", Astarion moans out, "I really ought to fuck you a lot more", he chuckles, pushing Tav's legs apart and settling between them.

"Ask and you shall receive", Octavian groans out, the second bead vanishing inside of him as Astarion's hand finally gives his member some attention. Slender fingers wrap around it, pumping up and down a few times before he feels a thumb playing over his exposed tip. Whereas Astarion has never had the procedure, Octavian is circumcised, not that it matters even a little between the two of them, they've always had fun with each others bodies regardless of anatomy. All thoughts of other sessions leave his brain when he feels Astarion's lips close around him, moving their way down his length and sucking him to full hardness, his husband squeezes the base of his cock, a warning to not orgasm without permission.

Tav knows he'll be in for quite a ride, but this is just what he needs, distraction from the shit he's facing with his family on a daily basis. He pushes the thoughts out of his head for now and focuses on the third bead pushing inside of him. Each one is bigger than the last and made for the purpose of stretching him out for later. He knows only two are left now, the biggest ones. His hips twitch as Astarion slowly moves up and down his cock, he's taking his bloody sweet time swallowing him down his throat and letting him slide back out over and over again. His tongue wrapping around the length with every movement he makes.

"Fuck!", Octavian growls out, hands gripping the headboard and hips threatening to lift, to go deeper, faster, to heighten his pleasure, but Astarion pinches his ass as a reminder that he is not in control this time, "E-Easier said than done babe", he breathes out, forcing his body to hold still.

Astarion doesn't answer, instead he just keeps going as he is, bobbing up and down at a snails pace, successfully driving him crazy close to an orgasm but never quite pushing him over the edge. When the fourth bead enters between his walls he nearly comes undone but the cock ring and a firm squeeze from Astarion's fist helps him to behave. "W-Whatever you're planning babe... g-get to it", he growls out, he almost sounds delirious.

At long last his husband gets off his cock. "Patience love", he hums out once more. There's a weight shift on the bed and he feels Astarion's thighs and knees push into his sides, feels the tip of his dick line up with the other man's lubed up entrance, sliding in with ease, "Gods yes", Astarion sighs out, leaning back and gripping Tav's thighs as he starts to move up and down at the same snails pace he kept up with the blowjob.

All Tav can do is grit his teeth and grip on the headboard once more, his hips threaten to push up again but he forces himself to hold still, he knows he has to ask first. "May I move a little, sweet lover of mine?", he asks, his voice is deep and raspy, barely audible.

"Hmm~", Astarion moans out, "Yes, fine", he allows, giving out a pleasured yelp as Tav pushes up inside of him. A jerk and Astarion seems prompted to finally start moving at a faster pace, riding up and down Tav's cock with little moans and whimpers escaping his voice box and Tav is just so fucking close already, the only thing that saves him from spilling his load right now is the cock ring around his base and his promise to Astarion.

"Fuck you're tempting me to j-just keep going Tav", Astarion moans out, palms bracing themselves on his chest as his husband leans down and unites their lips, holding still for a moment, "But as you promised", he smirks against Tav's lips, "Your ass is mine tonight."

Sliding off of Octavian's cock makes him whimper out once more, the feeling of being stuffed by his husband is just the most delicious thing! But tonight they'll switch it around.

"Are you close, Octavian?", he asks, scooting back a bit, he still has to finish prepping his husband for what's to come.

"Quite", Tav growls out, "I'll keep it together though", he promises once again.

"Hun you know I'm not cruel", Astarion chuckles out, gently feeling his way about Octavian's body, giving him little ministrations of affection, a kiss here, a nip there, licking his abs has seemingly become a favorite pastime of his this year, "You only need to ask me nicely", he says.

"I want you to fuck me when I cum though", Octavian admits between huffs and pants, it's clear that Astarion's venture all around the landscape of his body is keeping him right on the edge or at least close to it. Astarion avoids touching his cock right now though he does push the fifth bead inside of Tav's ass, "Fuck!", Octavian growls out, hips pushing up again, "I can't fucking wait", he bites out through gritted teeth, the handcuffs rattling lightly as he grips on the bars of their headboard.

"Always so impatient", Astarion chuckles, but he understands, he's much the same when they play this game the other way around. He finally begins to slowly ease the beads out of Tav again, tossing the toy behind his back and grabbing the lube.

"Let me give you what you want then, my love", he smirks, readying himself and then lining his member up with Octavian's entrance, pushing in slowly he can feel how tight Tav still is, but his husband doesn't show any signs of being uncomfortable or in pain, instead he lifts his hips again, trying to inch closer, to speed up the process and Astarion pushes his palm to Tav's lower abdomen, "Tut, tut", he clicks his tongue, "No more moving", he orders, only beginning to ease himself in further once he got a confirming nod from Tav.

Once he's all the way in, he takes hold of Tav's legs, pushing them to his chest and begins plowing himself inside the delicious tightness engulfing him. Every thrust causes the handcuffs to clank against the wood of their headboard and their moans and groans to mix, creating a symphony of pleasurable sounds between them.

"F-Fuck fuck fuck!", Tav curses out, arching his back and welcoming him with every thrust, the order of not moving forgotten by the both of them as Astarion pulls the blindfold off, staring into his lovers eyes before leaning in and kissing him senseless, his movements are starting to get more erratic the closer he gets, and when he feels that he's about to lose it he finally pulls the cock ring off of Octavian.

"Join me, fuck! Join me!", he demands, increasing the pace of his thrusts and soon the two of them tumble over the edge.

Octavian calls out his name as he comes undone, cuffs breaking when his body jerks out of his control from the force of his orgasm. Astarion huffs out his own sounds of pleasure, gently rocking his hips back and forth still as he empties himself inside of the other man.

"I love you", he whispers, releasing Tav's legs as he finally pulls out and settles next to his husband.

"I broke the cuffs", Octavian replies.

Astarion can only chuckle, "What does it matter?"

"They were my favorite pair", Tav grumbles but tilts his head upwards, fetching a kiss, "Love you too babes", he says with a lazy smile, "Thanks for being here, thanks for being you. Thanks for everything."

He smiles, kissing his husband again and again, indulging each other with drawn out little battles for dominance. In the end they'll both come out as winners of this little game. "We're gonna figure out what happened to Zethino", Astarion promises, "Don't you worry."

"Mhm", Tav nods, pulling him even closer and burying his face in his hair, "Sleep", he mutters out, "Then regroup and tear it all apart", he yawns.

"Agreed", Astarion answers with a smile and closes his eyes to rest.

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The next morning Astarion wakes up to the usual scent of coffee travelling upstairs, he yawns, stretching in their bed and getting up at last and pulling on Tav's shirt. It's become a little ritual of theirs, the shirt is always slightly too big for him, just enough to cover his ass as he has breakfast with his husband. Tav finds it sexy and it has resulted in many a quickie before work for the both of them. A most delicious morning routine.

When he taps down the stairs he sees Octavian talk on the phone in quick Italian while trying to fix his tie. Having some trouble though as he has the phone stuck between his cheek and his shoulder.

Astarion chuckles, walking over and helping his husband with the tie.

Tav mouths "Thank you" before answering the person on the other line. Astarion has learned Italian even before he got married to Octavian. It's his mother tongue so of course he would want to learn the language, make sure he won't miss out on any information.

The taller man hangs up at last, arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him close, capturing his lips for a deliciously drawn out kiss. "Morning, love", he smiles.

"Morning", Astarion answers with a soft smile, straightening out Tav's tie to perfection, "So we're going to Florence?"

"You don't have to come if you don't want to", Octavian answers, kissing his forehead before pulling back and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"You're crazy if you think I'll let you brave the lion's den alone", Astarion chuckles out, "We're a team, you know that. And we're safest if we stick close together."

Octavian sighs out but nods, "You're right. Of course you're right. I just... I just hate having you close to any of those bastards I'm forced to call family."

"What's our cover up for going to Florence?", Astarion asks instead of commenting on Tav's fear. He's tried to put them to rest many times already and always failed. There were things that Octavian just couldn't get rid of. Ever.

Tav smiles sheepishly, "I may have used your little whims of getting art for our place as an excuse", he admits, "There's an art show in Milan in two days that sells just the types of painting you would like. I was going to combine getting you something nice with a home visit."

"Oh~?", Astarion perks up with glee, "You were going to get me art?"

"Yes", Tav confirms with a smile, "But if you're coming you can of course pick it out yourself. Your taste is so much better than mine", he chuckles.

"Don't I know it~", Astarion smirks and pulls his husband down for another kiss, "I'll go pack our stuff then", he happily exclaims, heading back upstairs with a skip in his step.

Of course he hasn't forgotten about the real reason they are travelling to Italy. Zethino's death still weighs on his mind but he could at least allow himself to be a little excited about acquiring some new art for their home.

"When are we leaving?! And how long are we staying?!", he calls downstairs to Tav as he pulls their suitcase out from under their bed and starts to pack up all sorts of stuff for them to go.

"Three hours! And I don't know!", comes the answer from downstairs.

"Meh, we can always buy more", Astarion grins and continues coordinating some outfits for them to wear to family events. That's at least one thing his father in law appreciates about him, he does have impeccable taste and after they officially got together Octavian would dress a lot better to those family functions his father made him go. Though he suspects that his mother in law appreciates this trait a lot more than Enzo does. She's the one who upholds the image of the family after all. None of them is sure she knows anything about Enzo's secret ... fun times. But if she does, she's ignoring it in favor of siphoning money for her shopping sprees and tours around the globe in the family's private jet.

She'd been paying them unexpected visits a few times and then acted judgy that their home didn't look as if no one lived in it. Astarion usually likes her, but when she does that he just wants to slam the fucking door into her face. They already hired two maids, what more could she possibly want?

He sighs, closing the suitcase and straightens up. "Time for a shower", he decides.

Three hours later they get cozy in their own little private jet. It's a lot smaller than the one Enzo owns but big enough to fit 8 people for when they want to take friends on a trip. As Astarion opens up his laptop to do some work Octavian gets in touch with Gustavo.

"Any news on why Zethino was targeted?", he asks his most loyal ally.

"Nothing new on that front, Sir", he reports, "However... Joel says that while it looks like your father's work at first glance there are some oddities that make it clear that it wasn't him."

"What are those?", Tav asks of course, looking out the window as the earth gets smaller and smaller.

"The cuts are not as refined, they're deeper, as if made by a duller blade", Gus reports, "I've seen your father's work first hand. He's always very proud about the refinement of his cuts, making them as fine as possible while also making them as deep as possible. But the ones on Zethino look more like the culprit ended up in a frenzie after the first few cuts and then just hacked away at her until she was dead. Some of them are outright stab wounds.

"Do we know anyone in the family that works like that?", Octavian wants to know next, his eyebrows are furrowing, he himself never developed a discernable pattern of cuts in his kills. He always delivers torture and death to his victims according to what they did before. The only pattern he has is that he just really loves making the bastards he hunts helpless before he inflicts the most pain possible. Taking all of their senses away, so they can really focus on the feeling of what's being done to them.

He gives a soft sigh, excitement washing over him whenever he thinks about that. His gaze travels over to Astarion. His favorite lawyer seems very focused on the contract on his screen, making sure it's absolutely ironclad and benefits their purpose. But he knows that he can just as easily coax his husband into a little session high up in the air. The flight from the States to Italy does take quite long after all.

Gustavo's voice distracts him from all his tasty little thoughts. "Your uncle Sarevok used to", he says, "But he's been a recluse for the past 20 years."

"Any signs of him being back?", Tav asks, playing with one of the pencils on the desk between him and Astarion.

"None that I could see, but I'll tell Joel to keep an eye out", Gus promises, "But even if he did, there would be no reason for him to target Zethino. His preference in victims were young blondes. Zethino was a red-head."

"I see... Can we trust Joel? I mean he's taken over after your father died. Served my old man for how long now? 3 years?", Tav guesses.

"Yes, but before that started I made sure to drill into him that you are the future of the family, Sir", he firmly states, "He would rather die than betray you to your father. He does his job well enough hiding Enzo's crimes, but he'd never tell him anything. It helps that your father usually doesn't pay much attention to the people serving him."

"Alright, good. Keep me posted if you learn anything new", he says and ends the call. Eyes lifting up to look at Astarion again. A lazy smirk spreads on his face and he tosses the pen at his husband.

Astarion flinches and glares at him. "What was that for?", he asks once he took his ear buds out.

"Wanna fuck?", Tav asks with a bigger smirk.

His husband laughs. "You always say such romantic things", he says and closes the laptop, which usually means, that he's down for a little fun in the airplane.

"It is a terribly long flight", Octavian chuckles out, "You can always finish your work on that contract later."

"True", Astarion answers, "And if I make you happy now you'll let me work in peace later."

"Maybe", Octavian smirks again and shrugs his shoulders a little.

"I'll take my chances", his husband chuckles out and puts his laptop on one of the seats so he can push the button that moves the table down into the floor, once that is done Astarion drops to his knees in front of him and fumbles open his pants, quickly freeing his semi-hard on and licking it from the base all the way up to the top.

Tav gives a low groan, one hand coming down and catching Astarion's chin in his palm. "No teasing this time", he orders. His husband's blue eyes give a mischievous glint but he nods. "Fine. No teasing", he promises.

Octavian leans back, gripping the backrests of the bench he's sitting on as the love of his life closes his lips around his cock and sucks him all the way down into his throat. "Fuck", he groans, throwing his head back as pleasure courses through his veins.

Astarion starts up a well known rhythm and while he does know the motions, it feels exquisit each time anew. He feels his husband's throat tighten around his tip, tongue wrapping around his length while his hands stroke what he still can't fit. His hips push upwards a little, but overall he tries not to move too much as he enjoys himself immensely while his beloved absolutely devours him.

Every bob of his head brings him closer to a release and when he feels he can't take much more he gently catches Astarion's face and pulls him up, leaning down and sealing the man's lips with his own, devouring him in turn and chasing the taste of himself all over his husband's mouth.

His free hand is working on Astarion's belt, getting it open and fumbling about with the button of his suit pants next. But where he expected a zipper he only finds more buttons. "New pants?", he asks as he pulls back to look at them.

"Yes", Astarion breathes out, "Don't they look fancy?", he smiles.

"Very. Now get them off", Octavian orders with a smirk.

"Impatient little devil", Astarion chuckles and stands, pulling them off along with his boxer shorts and straddles Tav's hips.

Octavian reaches to the little hidden compartment on the armrest of the bench, a push gets it to open and he fetches the lube they carry for such occasions. Quickly squirting some onto one hand and spreading Astarion's ass with his other. His fingers slide into the other man easily. Finding his spot is as natural as breathing for him by now and so he begins to rub the tips of his fingers against it in hard little circles.

"T-Tav!", his husband cries out, arching his back as his walls trap his fingers in their tightness.

"Hmm?", he hums out, gripping onto Astarion's ass and giving him a firm squeeze, "What is it babe?", he asks in his most teasing voice.

"H-Heavens above! Y-You know exactly what I w-want", Astarion huffs out, head dropping forward as he locks eyes with him, his hips rock gently, trying to get his hand to move, to thrust his fingers in and out or to replace them with his cock. But Tav mimes the clueless lover for now.

"I don't seem to be able to recall it right now, love", he smirks, "Why don't you remind me?"

"S-Stubborn bastard", he moans out and now moves his hips more actively, riding his fingers as much as he can, but he still manages to cause Tav's fingers to thrust into his most sensitive spot repeatedly, "O-Oh yes, that's the stuff", he huffs out.

"Want some more?", Octavian asks, pulling his fingers out at last.

"I-I thought you'd never ask", Astarion breathes out, lifting his hips up slightly and reaching underneath him to line up Tav's cock with his entrance, sliding down and impaling himself with his dick. His face shows pure bliss, a look Octavian will never ever get tired of. His husband's eyes are closed, mouth hanging open as he stills, getting used to the feeling of being stuffed to the brim with his member.

Tav can feel little shivers travel all through the other man's body, resulting in rhythmic squeezes around his dick.

For now he just waits, hands resting on Astarion's ass and groping it gently, giving him time to get used to the size again. But it never takes him long and soon Astarion grips his shoulders and starts to move up and down, riding him slowly at first but gradually increasing his speed.

The men seem to be chasing each other in pursuit of their respective orgasms, but as it so often happens one will send the other tumbling down with him. This time it's Tav who gives in first, crushing his husband to his chest with a tight hug as he groans out his name, spurts of semen exiting him and entering Astarion who in turn stains his suit with his ejaculate.

They stay like this for a while, catching their breath and enjoying the closeness. "Fuck... I love you", Astarion breathes out, leaning back and catching Tav's lips with his.

"I love you too", he answers and then there are no more words, just heavy breathing and sloppy kisses.

Hours later and freshened up thanks to the little shower they have on the private jet, Octavian and him exit the plane and head for the limousine that's waiting for them.

They get into the car and Astarion is faced with a man he's never seen before, he's instantly weary as he eyes the other guy up and down. He's young, about the same age as them, blonde hair and grey eyes, but something about him seems familiar. Maybe it's the strictly professional face he's wearing.

"Oh", Octavian says when he slides in next to him and closes the door, buckling up for the ride, "Long time no see Joel."

"Sir", the other man nods, "I have orders from your father for you."

"Do you now?", Tav chuckles. Astarion narrows his eyes, this doesn't sound good at all.

"He isn't happy that someone has poached in his territory. So he tasks you with putting your... very specific tastes... to good use in finding out if it truly was your uncle Sarevok", Joel reports.

"I'm listening", Octavian folds his arms and nods.

"Your uncle was last seen visiting his daughter's grave. Something he hasn't done in quite a while. And after that he's paid multiple visits to his Granddaughter, your cousin Orin, in her care facility", a nice word for looney bin, Astarion decides.

"Ah, yes, I remember Orin", Tav nods, "She was always a little off..."

"Didn't you say she tried to kill you once?", Astarion asks.

"Yes, when we were about 13 or some such age", Tav shrugs, "She wasn't very sneaky about it, ran at me with a bloody knife and shouting stuff about cutting my skin to ribbons. Not even my dear family could get away with keeping her in their ranks so she went to a care facility where she's being looked after and treated for her grave insanity."

"That sounds bloody terrifying", he shivers and then turns to Joel again, "So what does Enzo want Tav to do exactly? It's not like we're private detectives and can just find the guy."

"Finding him won't be the issue", Joel reports and looks at Octavian again, "Your uncle has been invited to the main house to join his brother for a game of cards. He will be there in three days time."

The way he says the words definitely means that Sarevok doesn't have a choice but to show the fuck up or admit his guilt and be killed and swept under the rug.

"Gustavo also advised me with giving you this, it's a contract for buying a condominium", Joel says at last, handing them an unmarked envelope, "I heard that you are especially good with all kinds of legalese", the other man smiles at Astarion, "I'm sure you can make better sense of this than I could and can advise me of further actions."

Astarion takes the thing and nods, "I'll have a look at it and get back at you", he promises. The glint in Joel's eye sort of hints that the envelope contains something completely different from what the man said it would. But since he went out of his way to make up this little story they can assume that the car is bugged. A reoccurring problem whenever they come to Italy.

"That would be all then, Sir", Joel says and exits the vehicle which then starts to drive to their vacation home in Florence.

Once they finally arrived there and unpacked, Octavian goes around with their bug detector, getting rid of any new shit his family might have planted. He finds none for now which gives the two of them confidence that their little operation is still save despite Zethino's early demise.

While Tav is going around with the thing he opens up the envelope and pulls its contents out, skimming them over quickly. It's a birth certificate of Orin Anchev. Helena's daughter and Octavian's crazy cousin. The first thing that catches his eye is the lack of a biological father. So when his husband returns from his tour around the house he shows it to him.

"It's Orin's birth certificate", Tav says and looks it over, "Never seen the thing."

"Tav there is only a blank space for her father", Astarion points out to him.

"Oh... now that you mention it. I don't think Helena ever got married. I was so young when she died though so I don't really know anything about that", Octavian answers.

"So why do you think Joel gave us this?", Astarion asks.

"Well Helena was Sarevok's daughter and Orin is his Granddaughter. So maybe there's something going on that Zethino found out and that's what got her killed", Tav guesses, "Is there anything other that's weird on the thing?"

"I'll have to take a closer look", he sighs, "But for now I'm tired. I just want to sleep."

"Then let's get a good night's rest. We have a lot to do tomorrow I guess", Tav sighs out.

The next day Joel drops off Zethino's possessions at their house and Astarion gets to digging through it all and what he finds is more disturbing than anything he's ever seen. The papers that Zethino had were more medical information on Orin. About a rare genetic disease that could explain her insanity. One that is often linked to inbred royal families.

Now that alone wouldn't be alarming, after all the De Medici's had practiced that in old times quite a bit, as all royal families have. But for Orin to show this specific brand of sickness she'd have to be a recent child of such a union.

"Uhm... Tav", Astarion calls out to his husband. Octavian is handling business from his office today, after all just because they've left the states doesn't mean they get a break from working. His husband gets up from his desk and walks over.

"How close was your uncle to his daughter?", Astarion asks.

"Hmm. I don't remember much, as I said, I was so very young when she died. But from what I heard from others he mourned her loss quite a lot. He became a recluse after losing her", Tav explains, "Locking himself away from the world because the person he loved most had left it."

"How did she die anyways?", Astarion asks next.

"Orin stabbed her to death when she was 5", Octavian answers, "The family was able to twist it into a suicide. Helena had always had problems with depression."

"Hmm", Astarion nods, "Well Orin seems to be the product of incest from what I can tell according to the medical records."

Octavian's eyes widen and he snatches the paper from his hands, skimming over it quickly. "Fucking hells...", he breathes out, "It all fits together now", he chuckles.

"What? What does? What have I missed?", Astarion wants to know.

"Uncle Sarevok loves his victims blonde and young. Helena and Orin both look like that... and if he did what I think he did then we gotta go see if Orin is pregnant", Octavian suggests.

"Y-You don't think... ugh I think I'm gonna be sick", Astarion growls out, "No offense babe, but your family is disgusting."

"Agreed", Tav sighs out, "Alright, I'm going to have Joel check with the staff at Orin's looney bin and then, when we have all the info I guess I'll deal with Sarevok", he smirks, "After all my old man basically let me loose at him from what Joel told me."

"You're going to kill him?"

"Yes", Octavian nods, "He's been one of my father's biggest allies in taking over the family when they were young. Though there was resentment between them too since technically Sarevok is older and should've gotten more power but ultimately my Grandfather decided that Enzo should take over after him", he sighs, "Nonetheless, getting rid of him will be good for our own plans to move forward."

"Good", Astarion grins and leans up to fetch a kiss from his husband.

Two days later it's finally time for Octavian and Astarion to show up to the mandatory card game that Enzo has called Sarevok out of his house for. They're having polite conversation over some cocktails while waiting for him to show up.

And while Astarion knows he's nowhere near Enzo's list of possible targets he always feels ... wrong when he faces the patriarch of his husband's family. As if there's some kind of oil covering him from head to toe, rancid, sticky stuff that won't wash off even after three hot showers. He's wondered time and time again how Octavian could stand to grow up around the guy. Has asked the question before even. The answer was that Enzo hadn't bothered much with any of his children until it was clear which of them inherited his murderous tendencies. So Tav had grown up with nurses, nannies and other caretakers. And once it became clear he was the next serial killer of the family Enzo had bestowed Gustavo to him.

"Ah, Sarevok, my dear brother!", Enzo greets the other man as he finally arrives. They both look similar enough, the darkened skin of spending lots of time outside, black hair with subtle greying. Though Sarevok must be at least 10 - 15 years older than Enzo. What doesn't add up though is the difference in last names, a thing Astarion had asked Tav last night.

"Only the core family members get to carry on the name De Medici. My father's last name has been Sarevok too until he was chosen as a successor for his own father", Octavian had explained to him, "So that's why I got bestowed the name as well as soon as I delivered my first kill."

"Enzo!", Sarevok smiles, it's a strained one, as if he suspects that he might not make it out of the house alive today, "It has been too long", the men hug before Sarevok turns to Octavian and him, "Ah, my dear nephew", he grins, "How are you doing? Are you well? Business going good?", he asks.

"Exceptionally", Octavian nods, a slight smirk on his face.

"And your husband, what a handsome couple you make", Sarevok smiles and pulls both of them into a hug. He smells like brandy and cigars and Astarion endures the hug. But truth be told he doesn't want to be touched by a guy who had a kid with his own daughter and then proceeded to fuck that kid too and knock her up. He forces his body to not give the shiver that wants to automatically break out of him.

"Thank you Sarevok", he forces himself to say, a perfectly crafted smile on his face, he's just glad that the guy won't be long for this world anymore.

A few hours into the afternoon they take a break from their little poker game and Octavian asks Sarevok to go on a little walk with him under the guise of wanting some advice on a business venture.

He's taking him to the art gallery in his old man's massive house, walking between all the family portraits dating back all the way to the 13th century. An impressive collection really.

"So what did you want to know Nephew?", Sarevok smiles.

"Well ... you see...", Tav smiles and sits down at one of the tables in the middle of the gallery, pouring them both a glass of scotch and inviting Sarevok to sit, "Father has bestowed me with a specific task. And while I don't usually do well with his orders I was more than pleased to follow this one."

"You really shouldn't oppose your father so much", Sarevok says as he sits down and takes the glass, "He's got you to where you are now after all."

"Old family money and my own grit got me to where I am now", Tav growls out, "Family money that I have since managed to contribute to in no small amounts."

"Your business skills are as cold and ruthless as your father's", Sarevok chuckles, "You really are of the same flesh and blood."

"Hmm... I can't deny that I suppose", Tav says, swirling the drink in his glass and taking another sip.

Sarevok too starts drinking now that he thinks he can be sure that there is no poison in the drink. But oh, how wrong he is.

"You know I'm older than him", Sarevok says.

"I am aware", Octavian answers.

"And that I have the same killer instinct", his uncle declares with a glare, taking another big gulp of his scotch.

"That... is debatable", Tav chuckles, "I know you too like to find... amusement with pretty little things", he says.

"Do you know why I wasn't made head of the family back then?", Sarevok growls out, "Because they said I was too unstable", he growls, the drug in the drink having the desired effect of loosening his tongue quite a lot, "That I was going to be trouble for the family further down the line. So they picked him and robbed me off the glory of carrying on the family name in the purest way possible."

"And what is the purest way?", Octavian asks, standing up and walking behind his uncle, bending down and over his shoulder, whispering into his ear, "The paralytic agent should kick in any second now", he whispers.

"W-What have you done to me? W-What is this p-poison?", Sarevok asks, his hand cramping up and dropping the glass on the ground where it shatters into countless pieces.

"Oh, just something new my people were working on. Of course I already took the antidote before ever taking a sip of the stuff", he answers with a smirk, "Now answer me. I want to hear it from your filthy mouth, uncle", Octavian growls, "What is the purest way?"

"W-Will you let me live if I tell you?", he asks.

"No. But I'll make it quick instead", Octavian promises.

Sarevok growls, trying to move his fingers, his hands, anything really, but he finds out that he can't move anything below the neck, frozen in place as if he's already a corpse.

"By keeping the blood within the family!", he bites out at last, "Only if we don't mingle with outsiders can we really achieve greatness!"

"So you fucked your daughter and had a daughter with her. And then you fucked that little bundle of insanity too", Octavian bites out, "You disgust me."

"Y-You don't see it, hells y-you won't even try t-to have a tainted heir, let alone an u-untainted one!", Sarevok growls, "Y-You should've never t-taken that defiant little shit of a husband instead of a g-good obedient w-wife."

"Careful uncle", Tav growls, "I react very poorly to having anyone speak ill of my beloved", he smirks, wrapping his fingers around Sarevok's throat from behind while playing with the knife in his other hand, making sure that his uncle sees it, "You might just make me change my mind about the killing you quick thing."

"B-Beloved?", Sarevok's eyes widen, "I-I thought it wa-was just f-for show..."

"Yes, right. Well...", Tav smirks wider, "I love him, he loves me. And together we'll take over this whole fucking family. You're the first of my old man's pawns that I get to dispatch off", he smirks, "But never you mind. You'll be rotting in the earth when I kill Enzo and burn it all down. I will reform the family, you see. Purge the rot and make us honorable people."

"Y-You l-little bastard!", Sarevok growls out, but it's the last thing he can say, the paralytic agent reaching his head at last.

"I'll be the last killer this family ever produces", Octavian growls out, "And once I cleansed the family, all that's left is to get treatment for my own little brand of insanity", he reveals. His voice is so low that only Sarevok can hear him. And for the sake of keeping the family name out of any scandal Enzo had even showed him how to turn off all the surveillance in the gallery for now. No bugs were listening, no cameras were watching. Right now it was just him and Sarevok.

"You see I've had a team of scientists work hard on pinpointing the wiring in my brain that makes me-", he breathes in Sarevok's anger and terror, "-into the bloodthirsty killer that this family seems to adore so much", he chuckles, "And once I'm done cleaning house I'll be killing the last serial killer of the family. Me. Metaphorically speaking of course", he grins.

By now all that comes out of Sarevok's throat are restrained gurgles, if Tav doesn't end this now, the other man will just die from either asphyxiations from being unable to expand his lungs or from his heart simply stopping. But he can't have that, no, no. He wants the other man's blood. And thus he brings forth the small blade he brought for this, quickly slitting Sarevok's throat and placing the blade into his uncle's hand.

"Goodbye. Uncle", he smirks and pulls back, wiping the tiny droplet of blood he got on his hand on Sarevok's suit. The fabric staining with every second that his uncle is taking to bleed out.

He sighs softly, leaving the other man behind and exiting the gallery. He's quick to find Astarion in a friendly chat with Exxvikyap. "Yes", his husband says, "And please put some tea roses into our room Exxvi", he asks the "maid" their friend is posing as.

Astarion turns around to him, a smile blooming on his lips. "You're back", he says.

"I'm back indeed", Tav grins and steals a quick kiss while no one is watching, "It's done. My father is with one less ally...", he smirks, "Zethino is avenged", he promises.

"Good job", Astarion answers, leaning into him and sighing, but then he smirks when he feels what's going on with Octavian's nether regions, "Did you murder someone or are you just happy to see me?"

"Both", Octavian smirks, cupping his husbands face and uniting their lips once more, "Definitely both."