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HA. Respect where it's due. Red here takes it like a champ, and though it was meant to be a one-and-done kinda deal, he watches Oz take it, and as those nails dig into Magnus' forearm, a wild look comes over his face. Even if Red coughed up some of his bodily fluids on the matt, Maggie can tell Red here was far from finished.[break][break]

That manic expression is like a wild dog, and excitement is contagious between the two. "You tell me." But the collision from the headbutt has Magnus do something crazy in return, as he winces back a moment.[break][break]

He even accepts the uppercut, chosing not to dodge as a showing of respect. But that was as much respect as Red would get, because the moment he spits to the side, he shows his teeth.[break][break]

"COME ON THEN, TWINKY BOY!"[break][break]

Moving to mimic Oz's last move, Magnus rushes in as the giant he is, and goes in for a headbutt of his own, like a hammer moving in an arc to try and beat Oz into a stupor, because if that worked, a backfist would be awaiting for him to the side of his own jaw. The entire time Magnus is laughing.[break][break]

This guy was a crazy dog, and he LOVED it. He lived for it. Let's see how far Red could break.

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He doesn't believe her. Because if he's not feeling great, he feels the same is true of her. Their chemistry was this good, why break that? Why push through it? He couldn't.[break][break]

Then she whispers. Her lips kiss his bicep. With her tonight. With a simple nod, he hoists her up like a bride to be.[break][break]

"Yeah. Let's get you y'ur beauty sleep" He whispers back, careful that if a sound got louder, it'd break that peace. As he begins to quiet walk towards his own room, strolling through, Coco and Latte make their way towards the single doggie bed, laying into one another nearby. Halle and Berry getting a smaller one, where Jo-Jo the Riolu had already been sleeping.[break][break]

When he pulls the blankets down, and sets her in, he climbs in after, pulling the blankets over them both, one arm thrown around her waist.[break][break]

As he does, he laces kiss after kiss over her body, to gently caress her to sleep, and finally speaks.[break][break]

"Sleep tight, Jazzy."[break][break]

He closes his own eyes. The sound of her heart letting him coast gently too.[break][break]

Jazz really did... make him go crazy... he loved... that.

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She's worried about him. And part of him begins retracting, withdrawing to that smug arseface in his head, that let him speak before he thought. But then she agrees, and he just melts again. Latte almost does the exact thing with that ruffling of his fur, his back leg banging against the couch.[break][break]

"Yeah. I'm... yeah, I'm good. You?" He wasn't sure how truthful that was. He didn't know what was wrong with him. But he just wanted to stay here. Forget tomorrow, and enjoy today. Because tomorrow wasn't where she was.[break][break]

Tomorrow they'd go back to being jealous over each other.[break][break]

Today, they could just be... this.[break][break]

She was getting tired... as she leaned her head against his shoulder.[break][break]

"Hey sleepin' beauty. Get some rest... I'll just keep ya' right here while you sleep." He assures her with a cute little whisper, a kiss to her cheek, taking another piece of pizza and beginning to eat it. He'd give up today for her to have a good tomorrow.[break][break]

He was getting tired too. Maybe they should head to bed, but... it was warm here. This was home.

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There it was. Just like that, he knew her buttons as much as she knew his. And when she ordered him to finish what he started, grabbing his waistband, well... he may be the leader of Orthrus.[break][break]

But he knows how to bark when ordered to.[break][break]

"Don't worry. I intend to."[break][break]

Yeah... probably a public area thing with the hideout. You know. But... Magnus was in the mood. Good news was, nothing in the couch. That's a win? As for the structural integrity of a wall inside an abandoned power plant... it was pretty decent. Enough to hold her up against for ten or so minutes.[break][break]

One of these days...[break][break]

---[break][break]

Placing the plate in her hand, he sits down, enjoying the post-activity pizza, and throws an arm around her shoulder. "Yeah... heh. Doubt you could walk at all after that." He didn't want to brag, but he was just so good at hammering nails.[break][break]

"Don't worry. I just... want you here while we watch our shows."[break][break]

A sweet cadence to his tone, he just wanted her around. To watch this silly little vampire and werewolf show. To hold onto her.[break][break]

A bite of pizza, and he starts up Episode 69 for the duo. Coco and Latte finding their way to the couch, the former laying next to Magnus, the other curled up next to Jazz. Picture perfect.[break][break]

If only.

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Thing is. Magnus liked all of this. He enjoyed watching shows with Jazz snuggled up to him. He loves this stupid, weird vampire werewolf show, not because he loves it himself, but because Jasmine seems to love it. That's enough.[break][break]

So, as she plops down, he does too, cuddling next to her, as she coos out. "So close to bein' the good one."[break][break]

Yeah, he's enjoyed the funny number a couple times. Doesn't matter what they watch, he just likes the number. For uh... activity purposes. No other reason. But wouldn't you know it, Jazz has a little fun undercover, and Magnus can feel the teasing. Oh, he is staring at Jasmine with the look of a man who is about to bite. She feigned her fear earlier.[break][break]

He wonders how she'll feel against the wall if she keeps that up.[break][break]

Hearing Coco and Latte bark, with the chorus of Halle and Berry joining in, he watches that dainty little figure dash to the door, and Magnus finds himself doing something to do the same tease. More daring, even. He finds purchase down below, and looks for the soaking city of Atlantis with a finger or two, as they answer the door.[break][break]

He opens the door without saying a word to her. "Thanks man. Take this as a tip." It was a fifty, and as they looked happy, Magnus was enjoying something else to make him happy, and as the pizza is handed over to Jazz.[break][break]

After all. One of Magnus' big hands was busy.[break][break]

"Have a good one, G." He looks to Jasmine after he says it, and his deviancy is plastered on his face so proudly. "Aren't you gonna close the door... Jazzy?" This fuck-motherer didn't take too kindly to the teasing. So he returned it tenfold.

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Yup.[break][break]

Around her finger.[break][break]

With a scoff, and a roll of his eyes, watching how excited she was to watch a show about vampires and werewolves, he couldn't help but feel happy. Because it was him she was watching it with? Or was there a different reason? He'll never have an answer for that, it feels.[break][break]

But at least when she's happy, he's happy.[break][break]

"Yeah yeah. I'm just gettin' these on then-" he grabs his briefs and gets them back on. He's got no reason to dress further than that, as he follows Jasmine. Knowing damn well, he was whipped like a dog. She knew how to keep him panting, that much was for sure.[break][break]

But you know. This was okay too, sometimes. "Alright, but once the delivery guy gets here-" He threatens, ready to give that punishment.[break][break]

Yeah.[break][break]

This was fine.

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Tony had been all the happier to hear that Magnus' woman was... away from the phone. While he sounded so out of breath.[break][break]

Anyone can imagine what Tony thought. Magnus never hid it.[break][break]

But as she crawled back up, and pouted, he felt enamored again, gripping her backside in his large hands, and letting his big hands melt. Knowing he wanted to leave one big red handprint on there, because of Jasmine's action. Being a bad girl did that.[break][break]

But when she kicked her legs, and asked how long, hungry, he made a smirk to her, stealing a kiss.[break][break]

"Bout twenty minutes. And I'm back in the mood..." Big ol' grin, ear-to-ear, and a very promiscuous, and dirty look. He leaned closer to her ear. "How will we ever pass the time?"[break][break]

He can think of a way.

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Like a itty bitty exotic dancer on his chest would stop him from ordering. The number is already put in, and he's working on the the pizza place. It was their usual order, and the moment customer service comes up, his golden gaze shoots up to Jasmine... and a devious smirk comes over him.[break][break]

Two can play it this game.[break][break]

"Hey Tony. It's Magnus... the usual. Yeah. She's right here." He clicks his tongue, and wipes at his brow, trying to keep his composure. He bites his bottom lip. "Thanks, man. You... the usual place." He's gripping the side of the bed. And for that long, agonizing five minutes... he finally is able to hang up.[break][break]

"That's how you wanna play it, gorgeous? You better get ready then." A little bit of flirty, a little bit of sweet, a little bit of everything. It was like their fight was long past his mind.[break][break]

And Magnus longed for it again.

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It was like. Magnets or somethin'. Always attracted, always brought back to her. No matter how many his conquest had, no matter the people he ran the train through, no matter how many he wanted, he can't deny that Jasmine was a heaven, a dream he'd never wish to wake from. Her on him. It was electricity. Like. Magnets, bitch, you know? He felt complete.[break][break]

Her threat wasn't idle. He knows that. Even in her giggle, he smiled a little more... knowing that in her usage of the word 'good pounding', she loved it every bit. "God damn right you do." Every time they stoked the flames, it made it harder to leave them to embers.[break][break]

When she could hear the beat of his heart, it was easy to hear it quicker than usual. Maybe a telltale sign that the tides really were changing?[break][break]

Because in his staring, he just... he couldn't tear away from her. When she finally asked what, he came to. "Nothin'." Part of him immediately wanted to say, you got some on your face, but... he didn't care. Magnus would have lied. He ran a hand through her beautiful brown locks, and just closed his eyes.[break][break]

"I'll order us pizza. Stay here and let me order." He reaches for his phone with one long hand, his other hand resting on her posterior. He wanted her to stay here, atop of him.[break][break]

As his.

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Jazz was right. It couldn't keep happening.[break][break]

Maybe in a moment of clarity, if Magnus were a better man, he'd tie her down now. The unfortunate truth of their relationship was, however... it wasn't like that. He couldn't find it in his heart to quit. He liked it too much. He loved to slam, he loved to jam. But it drives him crazy.[break][break]

He doesn't want exclusivity if it works on him too. But seeing her with other people... he loved feeling her hands in his hair, to play with it. He wanted that to keep happening. The unfortunate truth was, Jazzy would find someone else, and-[break][break]

If he weren't so tired, he'd get angry again at the thought.[break][break]

His grip tightens when she finishes, and he holds onto her. Maybe in his clarity, he was going to come through, say something cheesy and keep her as his woman. Hell, it was on the tip of his tongue. But he relents. He pulls back. He retracts himself from her.[break][break]

"... yeah. You're right." He sighs upwards, and grabs at his face. What was wrong with him? Jazz was right a lot. So was Keira. So was Lani. Hell, Vee was too. Most of the time, the ladies had it right, and maybe he should get it through his head. But the lesson isn't learned correctly.[break][break]

"I'll try not to explode at the next one you bring home." But he pulls her atop of him, and looks her in the eyes, and a weird, off, longing look shows in his golden gaze.[break][break]

"But I'll be sure you never forget the shape of my dick."[break][break]

It was at least... somewhat moving forward? Sure, he won't be totally happy with it, but at least after they finish, he'll just have to take what's his again. Even if she wasn't his property... she was his... his...[break][break]

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What was she to him? Looking in her eyes, he doesn't have an answer. Just more jealousy and confusion.

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He can't stand her. He can't stand her at all. She's bossy, she's arrogant, she's so fucking hot. It could never work, and yet it was right now, right here. He doesn't know what he knocked into, or how, or why, but as he holds Jasmine in the bed, and she rips his shirt off, and he rips whatever there was left...[break][break]

He had only one thing he wanted left.[break][break]

To make her scream his name.[break][break]

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How many times had it been now?[break][break]

How many times had they been through this? He doesn't remember. It felt like just yesterday, they were just getting in that bedroom and causing other members to groan with how cute they were, and tomorrow was just another bickering, jealousy contest between them. How many guys or gals had Magnus beaten?[break][break]

He didn't have an answer.[break][break]

What he does know is that Jasmine felt better in his arms than he knew she felt in that limp-dick little fucknugget. And as far as he was concerned, that was where she belonged.[break][break]

... but it was bothering him.[break][break]

It was bothering him something fierce, and when he held her tightly, he felt like she could slip away any second. So his grip tightens.[break][break]

"Sorry, Jazz. I guess I just don't like it." The earlier question finally just answered honestly. He still doesn't get it, but he knows that much. He doesn't like seeing her with other men.[break][break]

Jack fucking Magnus. Apologizing.[break][break]

What had the world come to?

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Electricity.[break][break]

Magnus has no idea why he was so mad, but now that he had Jasmine where he wanted her, in his arms, where she belonged, their liplock was messy and sloppy, and Arceus it felt good. Better than a lot of the women or men he brought home. She knew how to run with the wolves.[break][break]

But when he breathes, when she breathes, and she responds, he growls. He doesn't know why it matters. Why does he care about one stupid, irritating, arrogant, sexy, beautiful, brilliant, gorgeous, amazing woman? He can't connect it.[break][break]

He doesn't need to. When she grabs his face closer, and says Fuck you, it's almost immediate. When her heels dig in, he growls loudly, like a lion who is fighting for the lioness.[break][break]

"That's the plan."[break][break]

She'd be walking funny the rest of the day, and he knew it. Because Jasmine didn't moan like she did for him. He knew that much, because if she moaned like that, Magnus wouldn't have let the man walk out. The only one who can make her reach that high was him. And both of them knew it.[break][break]

Toxic as it was, the moment the door slammed, Magnus knocked things over constantly the whole way to the bed. Once they found their way there, and their lips played their sloppy game again, he'd undress that limp-dick's shirt from her.[break][break]

Only one that needs to be on her is his.[break][break]

But first he'd reclaim what belonged to him.

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Magnus is still grinning ear to ear, even so far underneath Summer's heel, and damn was it doing something for him. But he doesn't wiggle. He just keeps that smug expression. When she murmurs in his ear, if he were a dog, he'd have his tail wagging.[break][break]

Damn, Blue was hot. Hooooooot hot hot.[break][break]

"Nah, baby. This is negotiation! You got the advantage, but I can make it worth your while to let me go." He coos out, and turns his head back, cranes it to the side.[break][break]

"I'll do a job or two for you, free of charge. Hit your competitors. And then maybe I can hit you up later? We can see a movie, order an adult film, get freaky at my hideout?" He's not gonna beg. But he knows how to tango.[break][break]

He understands Summer has the advantage, and while that Emboar does come in, and it does worry him, he doesn't lose his composure. Coco and Latte both watch the Absol, and the Emboar both. They'd attack at any given moment, but they trusted Magnus.[break][break]

"Surely there's someone you want to see ruined, eh Blue?"

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