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[iwasalevel6]

Anthony woke up in a sweat. His breath was short and he was in a foul mood. He felt like he wanted to cry, and after minutes of trying not to he shed his tears and let them flow and didn't bother to keep track of how long he did this. After he had cried as much as he could, he stood up, walked to the bedroom and prepared to go to bed, the mundane

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[ineedavicodin]

The thick could of sleep began to dissipate,a nd he opened his eyes. There was a brief moment of confusion before his mind cleared and he remembered he was in Rome.

Something heavy on his chest. Pressed against him. Warm. Breathing. Anthony. Yes, Anthony. Beautiful Anthony.

He'd caught the boy in an alley with a stranger. Had brought him back to the hotel for his own safety. And had offered what he'd been looking for with the stranger.

It had been sweet, and everything Greg had hoped it would be. He'd thought about it, before this. Oh yes. That's why...when the opportunity presented itself...He couldn't turn his back. He'd sugar coated, he'd calmed and cooed and settled and caressed...and claimed.

And the proof of his efforts lay in his arms now. "Good morning," he said softly, and gifted Anthony with a warm kiss on the forehead.

[iwasalevel6]

He grinned, and moved his head up slightly. "You know we have to leave today."

[ineedavicodin]

Greg nodded and touched a hand to Anthony's hair. "I know."

[iwasalevel6]

"I really don't want to go," he admitted. "I'd rather stay here and...sleep."

Greg might've felt a wicked smile creep on Anthony's face.