Once in the town, he made quick work and greeted everyone he found. He tried hard to find someone to decompress with for half an hour or so, but nobody was keen on slipping into an alley with him to get their freak on.

He couldn’t understand why nobody wanted him. He smelled good, and he had a new haircut. What else could he need?

He eventually found out what the issue was when a woman laughed at his attempt at her. She said he was cute enough and had enough charisma, but his suit said he hadn’t lived in a house for four years. His suit was the problem, and he was going to need a new one.

Grumpy and pissed, Francois made an early trip to the meeting point. He went ahead and just sat there for hours thinking about how he was going to get a new suit so that he could get more sex.

Eventually, Schmidt made his way into the room with some man wearing gloves over his hands. Francois knew immediately that this man was hiding tattoos, but what kind? He looked like a good gentleman, and maybe even a good fuck.

“I’m so glad you actually came without having to be dragged here. I was worried when I couldn’t find you at your tree or in the bar.” Schmidt boomed as he gave Francois a pat on the head.

“What am I? Some kind of dog?” Francois recoiled from the pat.

“Yes, in a lot of ways.”

“Would you care to enlighten me?”

“You need a lot of guidance and attention.”

“Oh great, I’m a puppy. So who is this?”

“This is the representative sent by the client. His name is Michelangelo, and he’s straight.” Schmidt explained, making sure he hit the most important parts.

“An arrow is straight until you bend it.” Francois smirked at the new guy.

“Good luck bending this arrow, buddy.” Michelangelo laughed.

“Francois, behave yourself. This is a very important client, and you are not to screw his representative. Klaus and Magnus should be here soon, so I need you to be on your very best behaviour. I need a military dog, not a chihuahua.”

“Who is Magnus?” Francois questioned while keeping in mind the challenge that Michelangelo gave him. He was going to bend Michelangelo, but first he had to find out who the fuck Magnus is.

“Magnus is Klaus’ new boyfriend. You’ll keep your hands off of him too. Klaus has done a lot of growing thanks to Magnus, and you’re not going to screw that up. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, daddy, I will not touch the sacred boyfriend of the cyclopes.”

By the time Klaus and Magnus arrived, Francois was sitting on a crate in the center of the room. He sat straight up and gave a his best smile at the boys as they walked in. He wanted to make sure he was front and center and most importantly noticeable.

He watched as the two walked in and had to control himself as he saw Magnus. He had to make a strong effort to keep his draw up because Magnus was draw droppingly gorgeous, and Francois wanted nothing more than to bend the man over the crate and fuck him in front of everyone.

This was not how he was supposed to feel about the man he was going to eventually murder. How was he going to be able to decapitate such a fine specimen?

Francois was unable to pay attention to Schmidt as he explained the plan to the group. Both of his heads were in a different place.

Everything in Francois was screaming and in desperation to strip Magnus. He was in a nice suit that accentuated his muscles. The suit was probably designed by Klaus, but that was good. It meant it took every advantage of Magnus’ good points. The dark blue of the suit was the perfect shade to bring out Magnus’ brown eyes. By bringing attention to the eyes, the suit successfully pointed out the chiseled features of his face.

Francois was only mildly jealous that Magnus had more muscles than he did. But it was also exciting to think about how all those muscles would flex as he pounded that ass. Thinking about ass, brought up a problem. Magnus was surely a giver and not a receiver especially since Klaus was a power bottom. It would be hard to convince this strong, powerful man to take it from behind, but it would be a nice challenge.

It was infuriating that Francois was going to have to kill him to get back at Klaus, but maybe he would be able to fuck Magnus just once before taking his lfie. That would surely ruin Klaus further if he knew that his boyfriend was not faithful to him. Francois’ hardon was getting harder by the second thinking about the possibility of fucking Magnus.

Magnus had to be a freak! He was with Klaus after all, and Klaus was a freak. Nothing made Francois hotter than thinking about Magnus’ muscles testing the strength of his ropes as he was tied to a tree somewhere. The way his muscles would flex and cause the rope to dig into his skin, potentially leaving marks to admire when the ropes came off.

Francois snapped out of his imagination when Schmidt started giving everyone their new names.

“Code names are stupid and hard to remember, so I came up with something better: nicknames. I’ll be Smitty. Francois will be Franky. Klaus will be Kenny. Michelangelo will be Mikey. But Magnus will remain Magnus. He’s never worked in this industry, so we don’t have to hide his name. Well, that’s it. Everyone can leave now.”