Tucking Nadwe gently in his small bed, Laff smoothed out the covers softly as he quietly walked out of the smaller bedroom. He shut the door carefully and sighed quietly, rubbing his sore neck as he walked to his own room and into the bathroom. He then deadpanned the mirror as he took off his shirt, groaning softly at what he saw.

His entire upper body was covered in deep, purple hickeys.

"God dammit Shroobz..." He sighed and tilted his head to the side as the hickeys were all around his neck as well "How the hell am I supposed to hide these from Tori? Our anniversary is soon and if she finds these, I'm a deadman." Laff hummed softly as he glanced over to his bed, thinking back to what day it was "It should be fine, it's at the end of the week..."

He lingered there for a bit before walking out of his room and into the kitchen "Maybe some ice will help speed things up." He opened up the freezer and grabbed a soft ice pack, placing it against his neck as he flinched and shuddered. "Shit..ah.." He closed his eyes as he held the ice pack there, he hadn't had to do this since his cadet years.

On one call there was someone who was high as shit on PCP and Laff had to go with Superintendent Hider to deal with the situation. He was a firm believer that you don't start fights; you fucking finish them. All it took was one punch square in the face and Laff was all over that man's ass, quickly bringing him to the ground after a nasty scrape. Hider had congratulated him on bringing down someone that fast but did firmly scold him since Laff could have easily killed the man if he wasn't careful. The man had 2 broken bones in his right arm and several cracked ribs, but thankfully the majority of those were old ones from previous fights that man was in; Laff only cracked two of his ribs.

Laff was quickly placed on non-violent calls since Hider didn't want anyone to file a lawsuit against them. It also quickly became word around the station that you under NO circumstances are to ever mess with Laff "for he is the alpha Britain."

The last violent call Laff was placed on was the very last call Superintendent Hider was placed on; one that ended well-

The tired British dad shook his head, not wanting to remember what had happened six years ago. He felt his eyes start to burn as he quickly covered his face with his free hand. He didn't want to remember what happened; he was trying NOT to remember but it was quickly coming back to him. Laff took a few slow deep breaths as he was trying to calm down, it was okay; everything was okay-

"Daddy?"

EVERYTHING WAS NOT OKAY.

He flinched and quickly turned around to see Nadwe standing in the kitchen archway in his jammies. Nadwe took one look at Laff and pointed to him "What doing? And why do you have purple spots?" Laff went completely frozen in fear as he was scrambling to try and explain to his five-year-old son what he was doing and what was all over his body, but he couldn't just say they were HICKEYS cause then that would lead down a whole different path Laff didn't want to go down right now.

Nadwe was standing there silently as he waited for an answer.

"Uh...I was robbed."

—

Sitting at a round table, a group of people were clamoring amongst themselves as they were waiting for the leader of this meeting. These people were the best of the best of the notorious Beef Team Six; but anyone outside of the team wouldn't know that since everyone was sworn to secrecy.

One of them groaned quietly as he sat up "Jesus what is taking so long!?" This was CodeName: Mr.X; one of the best in the technical field and the master arms dealer. He tapped his fingers impatiently as his metal wrist bands clinked softly on the table. "We have been here forEVER and I have shit I need to do!"

"Oh lighten up!" The person across from him barked. This was CodeName: RedGak; the best in the field of chemistry and a harvard toxicologist graduate. "You know the boss and his right hand take their sweet time, but that doesn't give you an excuse to fucking bitch and moan about it!" Mr.X shot a glare back at them "I'M SORRY BUT I AM FUCKING NEEDED AT MY STATION OR ELSE SHIT GOES UP IN FLAMES!" Redgak returned a glare back "Then WHY DON'T YOU HAVE AN APPRENTICE!?"

A much older man was sitting besides RedGak as he rubbed his face with a huff as the two kept yelling at each other. This was CodeName: MafiaKing; a retired construction technician with experience in every field. The fighting between the two of the lowest of the best was driving him mad; it was pitiful that they were fighting over something that they could EASILY fix. He glanced to the side beside Mr.X at the empty seat and Wictoria; who was seated next to the empty seat besides Mr.X and a vacant seat for Syce.

The empty seat belonged to CodeName: Hamilton; the fucking best at Mental Health and conditioning for newer members that somehow find their team and whatever else was part of the team. He couldn't join in this face-to-face meeting since he was half-way across the world on business. Wictoria was sitting in a chair that was reserved for CodeName: CandleQueen; one of the best of the two executioners in the team. Only, she wasn't in right now, so Wictoria was taking her place.

Syce was the absolute best with the overall top score of targets eliminated, but he wasn't part of this meeting since he was still locked up in a mental institution.

The main doors opened as a man dressed in black and white stepped out into view, the doors shutting behind him. He cleared his throat as MafiaKing quickly shot a glare at the man and non-binary hoe; quickly shutting them up. This man was CodeName: Mission:Usurper. His profession in Beef Team Six was unknown, but he always followed orders of the boss; Roserade. "Most of you are here, wonderful. He lowly spoke as he walked closer to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"All of you, report. What's going on?"

The Non-Binary Hoe quickly spoke up "All of the lower levels have been completely operationable for the past two months, so I feel like we can start lessening security. I already got a go ahead from MafiaKing as there is nothing else that needs to be automated." M:U looked at MafiaKing as he nodded his head silently. "Plus, the bio-weaponry has been steadily improving. It would be at least 18 more days before it's completely operational and able to be distributed to our conditioning grounds."

M:U nodded and let out a soft hum "Good. Next."

Mr.X cleared his throat as he sat up "We have been having problems with the NG in a few states abroad; at least 3 of our arms sights were shut down because of 'illegal dealing of arms' if some people-" he glared at RedGak "-would hurry up with the Bio-Weapons we could deal with it easily-"

M:U shot Mr.X a glare "Negative; if we start a biological warfare with the military, it will cause problems. Lessen the arm dealing in our remaining sights to draw less suspicion."

Mr.X huffed and crossed his arms, looking away and pouting like a child. MafiaKing was cracking his knuckles and wrists "The sights across seas have been operationable for a good while now and the conditioning of the day care project has been underway. Hamilton has been overseeing it and his report entails that the subjects are almost ready for testing."

M:U nodded and then looked at Wictoria "And you, CQ?"

Wictoria flinched and looked back at him "O-Oh, uh, my investigation on the Dhampir has been coming along..."

The rest of the table groaned as Wictoria looked a little embarrassed. RedGak rolled their eyes "SERIOUSLY, CandleQueen? You are one of the BEST executioners and it's taking you FIVE YEARS to kill the damn thing!?" Mr.X huffed and tapped the table "I move that we remove CandleQueen from this assignment, OBVIOUSLY she is getting DISTRACTED." The Non-Binary Hoe huffed and crossed their arms "FINALLY, something we agree on." Wictoria furrowed her eyebrows "I-I can do it!"

"With all due respect ma'am," MafiaKing started "You've been on this assignment for five years now. During that time; any other assignment you have been placed on you have completed in under 4 days. Frankly, I agree with the two lower members; I believe you are getting distracted. You're still young and dumb; and a woman no less, so it doesn't take a brain to see that you are slacking because of the Dhampir's guardian."

Wictoria scoffed softly "L-Laff isn't-"

"I don't think any of us have recalled asking for the gentleman's name." M:U sneered "Either you get the damn job done or you will be permanently reassigned and one of the others will be assigned in your place. Trust me, if Syce wasn't incarcerated; I would assign him in a heartbeat. HE would get the job done." Wictoria looked like she was going to retort as M:U cut her off "Know your place, CandleQueen." Wictoria backed off and glanced down "You have 4 weeks. If the Dhampir isn't eliminated by then; you WILL be reassigned. Period."

She nodded quietly as she glanced down.

"Moving on." M:U looked at everyone "Sir Roserade has some grand updates on the upcoming product. It has been gaining steady improvements and has a projected completion time of 6 months. Mr.X, RedGak; I hope that the subject that will be the first to test this product will be ready by then." RedGak nodded "Yes sir, it's in stasis at the moment. We're waiting for Hamilton to return before we run any more tests outside of stasis." The right hand nodded and clasped his hands together "We are nearing the moment that Sir Roserade has been waiting for for almost a decade; so there is no messing this up so far down the line. Absolutely nothing will stop us; not anything, not even Sir Shroom will stop us-"

The back doors flew open as everyone at the meeting table turned in shock to see who barged into their private meeting. They were met with a familiar individual, although his white clothing and hair was absolutely .

Syce smirked softly, panted softly and leaned against the door frame "H-Hey y'all. Am I too late?"

Everyone was staring in shock as Wictoria looked absolutely horrified. Mission:Usurper blinked as he was the only one who remained calm before he started smirking; chuckling under his breath. "Oh ArchAngel; I NEVER underestimated you."

—

Groaning quietly, Oof rolled over in his bed as he felt around for Tbvg. When he felt nothing, he opened his eyes and looked over at the spot beside him which held no Tbvg. He sighed quietly and sat up, clearing his throat as he stretched out his arms "G?" He groggily called out as he was met with no response. He huffed and slowly got out of bed, feeling his joints crack as he did so. He stood up and stretched his arms out, yawning as he walked out of their room shirtless. It was really fucking late and he had a daredevil compition in the morning; and Tbvg had to go to work tomorrow as well.

-I swear to god if he is working this late--

He walked into the living area and heard someone typing away at a computer in the small computer office where their extensive router is. They NEED a good router since Socks always loved to pile mod after mod in whatever game they play. He groaned quietly and walked over to the small office to see, of course, Tbvg sitting by the router working on work.

God dammit.

Oof sighed and rubbed his chin, he was tired, and he knew Tbvg was exhausted, but he wouldn't turn himself off work on his own. "G, what are you doing? It's 1 in the morning." Tbvg didn't look up from his computer as he mumbled quietly "i-i need to get this done...deadline is this weekend and it's still bugging out and-"

Fuck that.

Oof quickly moved over and took the mouse from Tbvg "Nope, no-" he quickly put the computer on the sleep power mode, pulled Tbvg away from the router and picked him up over his shoulder "-we are not doing this tonight babe." Tbvg squeaked and tried to put himself down "O-Oof! Hey let me down!" Oof ignored him and carried him out of the router room, walking back to their room and tossing him back onto the bed. The gamer man tried to quickly get back up as Oof quickly got ontop of him and straddled him.

Tbvg blushed softly but huffed quietly, still trying to get up "Oof I'm not in the mood for sex, I need to-"

Oof quickly grabbed his hands and pinned them to the bed, towering over him as Tbvg went completely red "Who said I was suggesting sex?" Tbvg looked completely flustered as Oof quickly laid down on top of him, pinning him to the bed as Tbvg groaned quietly "Oof! Oof...OOF! Get off me! I need to work!" Oof buried his head in his neck, not letting him go "You need sleep babe." Tbvg huffed quietly and stopped shrugging, sighing as Oof kept holding him tightly; keeping him pinned to the bed.

"Sleep. You can work tomorrow."

Tbvg huffed quietly and leaned his head back "...I know..."

"Then why do you work so much at night?"

Tbvg closed his eyes, going silent for a minute before answering "...management is on my ass..." Oof picked his head up and looked at Tbvg "Why haven't you said anything before?" Tbvg kept his eyes closed as he sighed quietly "...I didn't want to worry you." Oof sighed quietly and held Tbvg close "You worry me when you work so late every night. You need sleep; you've had three consistent nights of being burnt out while you were going to school. I don't want you to burn yourself out again. So please,"

He moved his face into Tbvg's neck and kissed his neck softly "get some motherfucking sleep." Tbvg flinched softly and sighed quietly, fully relaxing in Oof's hold and resting his head on Oof's. "...I will...I'm sorry..." he muttered quietly. Oof rubbed his head gently and yawned softly "It's okay" he muttered quietly "just sleep." The two fell silent as Tbvg felt his exhaustion quickly rush up on him. Oof smiled softly and lessened his hold on him gently as he started to fall back asleep. "...hey oof?" Tbvg muttered tiredly as he was quickly falling asleep. Oof hummed softly in response, keeping his face in his neck.

"mnn...I want a kid..."

...

Oof quickly opened his eyes -WAIT -