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Gentle sun rays bled through the grey curtains, it was only a small amount of light, but enough to cause a small stir for the man currently waking up from a long 7 hour sleep. 007n7 felt the light hit his eyes as the sun rose, he allowed his eyes the feeling of opening, waking up to a typical suburban neighborhood, cars only just starting to leave driveways, the opening of doors, saying goodbye to loved ones, the hustle and bustle of an early Tuesday morning finally introducing itself to the world.
N7 felt his movement be limited, a tight hold around his chest, it didn't disturb or frighten him, infact, this was a familiar feeling he was used to, and a feeling he rather enjoyed, because it reminded him of the man he was happily married to. Elliot was huddled against n7, still fast asleep, his blonde, almost golden locks curling and covering one side of his face, the other squished against the pudge of n7’s bicep, he looked at peace, comfortable and safe, the dust of his freckles lightly decorating his face. He had rather impressive eyelashes for a man like himself, most people would assume he uses mascara, however, it was not, and never would be the case, much to his amusement. He was approaching his 30's, being 29 years old now, he had a small beard growing at the bottom of his chin, a complimenting feature that quietly displayed both his age, and another feature that made him attractive to many. Elliot was a sight to behold, a god lightly ghosting the earthly floor, he was nothing short of beautiful in every sense of the word, he gets showered in nothing but compliments, for both his heavenly appearance and his impressive track record at his family owned pizza place.
Now a married man, Elliot was his family's breadwinner, even if his family was small, he loved them dearly and would do anything to keep them all together, which was.. ironic, really, since he was married to a man that he swore would be his mortal enemy for life. Goes to show how a single dad with a red devil child can change your mindset.
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It only felt like yesterday that Elliot was 25, having been promoted by his father to take on more jobs at the Pizza Place, everything at his job was going relatively smooth, there had been no major incidents since the blacklisting of two infamous, albeit annoying, exploiters. But that would all change after seeing a particular red child, with an overly saturated propeller hat, even if that hat wasn't enough to hide his horns. He'd never seen this kid before, so he was assuming this was a new customer, the child was calling for his father. Elliot's blood ran cold once laying eyes on him. Never did he think he would have to see that dreaded burger hat *ever* again, but alas, fate has weird ways of working his magic. 007n7 was.. much older now, although that was more than likely due to having a kid now, since he and n7 only had a 4 year age difference, so he had to have been at least 29 when they saw each other again. It's not that he was.. ugly, he definitely wasn't, infact, much to Elliot’s dismay, n7 ended up being EXACTLY his type, Elliot wouldn't say he was into *much* older guys, but he supposes he'd always had a thing for guys who were more on the pudgier side, n7 had definitely gained weight since the last time Elliot had seen him, then again, a lot of things changed during Elliot's 20s, whether that be for himself or his job.
However seeing n7 then struck Elliot with a dilemma, he knew that n7 was permanently blacklisted, however he looked more.. shy? Closed off? He definitely wasn't as confident as what he was during his younger days, and he had a kid now, so should Elliot really shut him out that easily..?
“.. Hello, welcome to Builder Brother's Pizza Place, how can we serve you today?” He asked, his usual positive customer service voice taking over his tone, almost like a natural reaction after having been in the business ever since he turned 18.
The kid seemed to do most of the talking, looking at the menu on the overly bright display TV, his eyes squinting and analysing the options. Elliot took notice of the kid's tail swaying slowly, but almost with precise analytical observation, that's when he hopped off the counter and tugged at his father's khaki shorts.
“Papa, can I have the pepperoni pizza?”
A small pause.
“.. please?”
N7 chuckled and patted his kids head, gently caressing his cheek with his larger thumb, it took the child all his strength not to start nibbling on it then and there.
“Of course, Kidd, and good job for actually *remembering* your manners without me having to remind you. That's certainly progress.”
He could only laugh a little more at his son's eagerness to please his dad, that or it's to try and be as convincing as possible to get his hands on some of the best pizza in the area. N7 grabbed his wallet from his pocket, counting up all the money he had. With small pauses and the slight twitches from his fingertips.
“U-uhm.. how much for a pepperoni pizza.. to go, please?”
Elliot watched how the man stared nervously at the people currently eating in the restaurant, silently wondering if he was trying to keep his identity relatively low profile. It was.. weirdly difficult to say no, for some reason, he knows that realistically he should be telling this guy to leave, he's blacklisted, after all, and he knows how seriously his father would take it if Elliot allowed a blacklisted customer to purchase and leave with a meal from the restaurant, however, his dad was conveniently out on a business trip at the time this took place, it's not like he'd find out.. right? As long as nobody catches on to it, he should get away with serving pizza at least once, besides, he can get away with serving for pretty privilege, it would be a bit hypocritical of him to dismiss that while he himself gets extra tips on a regular for his looks alone.
“Well, a pepperoni pizza will cost you 11 bucks, please.”
He watched n7 become more abnormally nervous, staring at his wallet again, his lip quivering a little as he then looked down at his son again, a little kid so eager and full of joy that it made n7 feel guilty.
“I- only have 9 bucks on me.. will that be enough for now? I promise I'll pay you back when I can! Bills are just.. rough for me and my little Coolkidd at the moment..”
It felt like a punch to Elliot's gut, how on earth did an exploiter so wanted and so famous end up in a state like this? Then again, he can't imagine that dropping out of college and trying to get a job with minimal qualifications leaves you with a lot of money in the end. But nevertheless, as much of a nuisance n7 was to the business, and his father alone, Elliot couldn't watch n7 leave with his kid disappointed, it wasn't in his nature to be negative to a local, even if there were people who *really* deserved it for their past actions. Elliot has always had an unfortunate amount of empathy, sometimes he swears it's a curse, because he really shouldn't have so much empathy for a man who caused hell to his life for a good year, or two at a push.
“Hey, it's no problem at all, I can pay the rest for you, just sit tight for a moment as I go get it ready for you and your kid, it's hot to go, as we like to say!”
He flashed his usual toothy grin, a neat, almost glowing set of white teeth. He would never be able to admit to anyone that he has only recently had his braces removed. He gestured for n7 and his kid to take a seat at one of the tables, ensuring that his meal would be ready as soon as possible, because as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't deny that he had a secret crush on n7 back in the day, one that still lingered in his mind even now. It wouldn't hurt to shoot a shot, right?
Once the pizza was boxed up, Elliot took a small post it note from the manager's office, since he was out doing inspections on the supplies, with a spare pen that was tucked into his shirt pocket, he scribbled down his phone number, hoping n7 would see it once he arrived home with the food.
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And, damn, it was probably the best decision of Elliot's life. They've been a couple for 4 years now, dating comfortably for 2, and being married for 2. Surprisingly enough, it was n7 to pop the question on a routine date, they'd parked their car on a hill overlooking their small, but cozy town, the gentle glow of lights illuminating a beautiful purple sky, bathing their moment in a warm atmosphere.
Elliot began to stir himself, opening his eyes slowly, he smiled seeing that n7 was already looking at him, even if they had been an item for nearly half a decade now, it took everything in n7 not to get flustered every time they shared a glance, it's not like they haven't locked eyes before, they've done pretty much everything the average couple would do, who wouldn't? If it weren't for the fact that Elliot was a nepobaby, they would be a normal suburban family. N7’s son, Coolkidd, was not a normal kid by any means, but to both Elliot and N7, he was the sweetest little boy a parent could ask for, even if he was previously a little shit.. Elliot had grown quite fond of the kid, and was more than proud to name the little devil his son. Coolkidd was much more affectionate than Elliot had previously imagined, always being more than willing to give either of his dads a hug, or even nuzzling his face against Elliot's chest. Coolkidd had always been cuddly with n7, the little guy loved his father to death.
That didn't stop Coolkidd from being noisy in a morning though.
“Papa! Elliot! Wake uppp!! I'm hungry, and Elliot needs to go to work!!”
He had barged into his dad's bedroom and hopped onto their bed in his red drakkobloxxer onesie, his real tail wagging inside of the fabric of the fake one, he tried tugging the covers off of the two below him, much to n7’s protest, he grabbed his glasses and hastily put them on, pushing them up the bridge of his nose while snickering lightly.
“Kidd.. what have we told ya about pulling our covers off..? Y'know it takes your papa a long time to get up.. at least let us wake up properly first..”
He gently sat Coolkidd on his chest, stroking his hair slowly to soothe him, much to Kidd’s satisfaction, his eyes closing and his head leaning into n7’s hand, his tail didn't wag as quickly anymore, but he was still very clearly happy to be receiving affection.
Elliot scooped up Coolkidd, catching the kid by surprise, letting out a startled squeal as he was smothered in Elliot's endless attack of loving kisses, snuggling Coolkidd against his face and laughing all the while.
“That's what you get for waking me up, ya little shit!”
Coolkidd laughed loudly and tried to scramble out of Elliot's strong arms, his legs kicking at the bed covers in an attempt to flee, his sharp fangs peering out of his mouth as he spewed out an endless array of childish giggles.
“Aaaah!! Elliot!!!!! Get off meeeeee!!! I'm sorry!! It won't happen again, I swear!!! Free meeeeeeeee!!!”
Coolkidd dropped onto Elliot's chest, letting out a purr and nuzzling up to him, he was always playful with Elliot, and it was something n7 always loved watching, he used to think that it would take a lot more to get Coolkidd to like Elliot, not knowing that Coolkidd had always had a fondness for the pizza boy.
The actual problem? Being affectionate around Coolkidd. For the first period of n7 and Elliot dating, it was difficult to even sneak a small peck around the kid, not being able to kiss without Coolkidd screaming bloody murder at them, talking about how it was gross, and that he ‘didn't want to watch his papa kiss people’. Elliot couldn't exactly blame the kid, he used to think it was gross watching his own dad kiss his mother (until they got divorced, that is). But eventually, Coolkidd got used to it, infact, he would boast about having two dads at school, he had the mindset of thinking that having two guys as his parents made him the coolest kid in his class, even if it was met with confusion from a majority of his classmates.
“Papa! Elliot! Are you taking me to Bluudud’s house after school? He's having me over for dinner, right? With Pr3tty too!!”
N7 smiled, patting Coolkidd’s shoulder.
“Of course we are, Kidd, but you ain't gonna go if you don't go and get ready for school, are ya?”
Coolkidd giggled, hopping off of the bed and shuffling into his bedroom to go and get dressed, giving n7 and Elliot some time to get up and also get ready for the day.
N7 got up with a huff, stretching enough to let his back crack, he smiled, he always wondered if he was weird for finding something like that so satisfying.. he ran his hand over his stomach, scratching a little, with Elliot getting up not long after, kissing n7 on the cheek and standing up to walk to the closet. Elliot was wearing his usual plaid pyjama pants, they were low hanging, but not enough for them to fall off completely. Elliot threw over a sweater and some jeans for n7, a usual outfit for his husband, while also getting his work clothes from the closet. He sat down next to n7 to begin getting ready, when n7 suddenly spoke up.
“Elliot, hon, what time is it?”
There was a short pause as Elliot took a moment to look at the digital clock on the bedside table.
“It's 6:46, why?”
N7 got behind Elliot, wrapping his large arms around Elliot's smaller frame, nuzzling his face affectionately.
“We can cuddle for a little, right? You don't have to go to work for another two hours..”
Elliot sighed, he hated how n7 had such an alluring charm, it made it almost impossible to say no to him.
“I suppose, but it's only because I can't resist you, sweetums.”
They wrapped their arms around each other, cuddling into each other and smiling, this was fairly routine for them, they have cuddle sessions like this pretty often, enjoying the comfort they feel in each other's arms. It didn't take long for n7 to slowly trace patterns on Elliot's skin, running his fingertips over his slimmer frame, Elliot had a decently average build, albeit a little skinnier, but he was healthy nonetheless, n7 let himself run his hand over Elliot's chest, quietly admiring the scars that remained from his top surgery. N7 wasn't unhealthy by any means, but his body was definitely pudgier, he'd gained some weight since his exploiting days, although he'd never bothered to take off the piercings on his chest and belly button, he thought it made him look a little cooler, and to Elliot, they did.
“Elliot.. you're really beautiful.. do I tell you that..?”
“You.. tell me fairly often, love.. not that I'm complaining about getting all these lovely compliments, I could listen to you for hours if I could..”
They smiled, pecking happily, nuzzling their noses together before accepting the inevitable, knowing that they're gonna have to get up and actually get ready for their day. Sighing, they got up, letting their hands linger before getting dressed.
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Coolkidd grabbed his drakkobloxxer bag from the rack, jumping happily, watching as n7 made his way down the stairs, he saw Elliot finishing up drying some dishes, smiling warmly to himself, he picked up Coolkidd and nuzzled his face, kissing his cheek lightly.
“Alright little man, let's get you to school, eh?”
Coolkidd bounced with glee in n7's arms, happy to be getting to school.
“Elliot!! C'mon!!! We have to go!!!”
“I'm coming, little dude! At least let me get my bag first!”
Elliot quickly grabbed his shoulder bag from the counter, making sure he had the spare keys inside, he had everything he needed, so he met n7 and Coolkidd at the door, grabbing hold of n7’s waist as they went outside to their car.
Elliot dropped himself into the driver's seat as n7 got Coolkidd sat in the back, doing his belt and giving his son a big smile as he shut the door, moving into the passenger seat in the front. When on the road, Coolkidd was watching the world pass by as he looked out the window, even if it was a path he saw almost every day of the week, it was enough to keep him entertained for the short drive to his school.
Once outside the building, n7 allowed Coolkidd to get out of his seat, walking him to Elliot's now open door, the blonde ready to say goodbye to his son. Elliot leaned down from where he was sat to kiss Coolkidd's head, ruffling his hair after, giving him a confident smile and patting his shoulder.
“Alright, sweetheart, go and have a good day for me and papa, okay? We love you lots, remember!”
Coolkidd gave a confident smile and a thumbs up, going to squeeze n7 as well.
“I will, Elliot! I love you too!! Bye bye!!”
Both parents watched Coolkidd run into the building, watching as his backpack swayed on his back, his tail swinging profusely as he met with Bluudud and Pr3ttyPriincess, jumping happily as he walked alongside them into their classroom. N7 sighed and climbed back into the passenger seat, smiling at Elliot.
“Now it's time for you to go to work, hm?”
“Ugh.. I guess, y'know, sometimes I wish I didn't have to, because I would much rather spend the day with you.”
“I always wonder, have you always been *this* clingy? Because when we first got together I don't remember you wanting to be with me this often.”
Elliot scoffed, a light blush dusting his face, rolling his eyes as he began driving to the pizza place.
“Oh please, can't a man miss his beaut of a husband? I really doubt that many people *wouldn't* wanna be around you all the time if they actually were to be married to you.”
N7 smiled, holding Elliot's free hand for a second, watching how their wedding rings shone against the still rising sun, it was a tranquil moment. They didn't always need to speak to know the feelings of the other.
Eventually, they arrived outside of the pizza place, and they switched places as Elliot got out of their car, n7 didn't do his belt yet, leaning up to let Elliot kiss his cheek, only for Elliot to catch his lips in a kiss instead, not for long, but enough to pour a good amount of love in. They smiled as they pulled away, Elliot leaving a final kiss on n7’s hand as a final declaration of love.
“I should be able to clock out earlier than usual today, but I'll be sure to text you when I'm out, alright?”
“No problem at all, hon, I hope you have a good day, and remember that I love you.”
They shared another smile and they wrapped their arms around eachother, n7 watched Elliot walk into the pizza place, only choosing to drive to the grocery store once he couldn't see Elliot anymore.
Life was good, infact, it couldn't be better.
And n7 couldn't imagine it any other way.