Go ahead...hate me. Slaughter me against the wall. I never introduced myself as the goddamn hero. Even labeling me a pussy bad boy. I'm an imperious villain! A tyrant cut from the bone of the worst kind of monster. This is my story and I won't change it for anyone in the world, but... For him? The one who calls me Master… This is no forever fairy tale romance. This is RAW. This is ripping your heart out and trampling it till there’s nothing left but an angry bloody mess RAW. He was the one who saw through my cracks, who would suffer my pain, blood and tears, working to mend those still bleeding wounds on my soul. He stood through my violent storm, hiding the battle raging inside him, one I was too stupid to see, that was tearing apart the only man I would ever love. It took almost losing him to see that, to understand, to comprehend what he truly was to me. Mine. My precious boy. My beautiful Beo. Dear Author, He calls me “Master”, but I’m the one who’s really a slave to his heart. I’m supposed to be strong, but I feel so weak every time I think about how we almost didn’t have this… how close I came to losing him… my precious boy. Photo Description: The photo shows a young man with thick, dark hair pinned on a bed, hands clasped above his head by the man on top of him. The other man’s circumcised cock is on offer, barely touching the young man’s nose. The young man’s tongue is placed directly against the other man’s cock. There is a power exchange but also something else. The man beneath him is daring, teasing his cock—but look closer. Their hands tell an entirely different story. Their fingers are knotted together in a connection deep, powerful and strong. There is love here, with a passion and a playfulness that can only be understood between them. This is their story. This story may contain sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M/M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.

\\\\\\WARNING\\\\\\\* This is not a story about a hero, or some bad boy-badass-antihero. This is a love story between two monstrous villains and one valiant kid, held together by their entwined heartstrings. It won't be pretty. It won't be pleasant. There's no fluffy good feelings about it. It will rip out your heart and never give it back. Breno Hades el Oscuro took no bullshit from anyone. He ruled the crime world of the United States. When the King fell, what was left in the ashes was not the small boy that grew up without his father, not the same kid that chose a life of crime at seventeen, nor was it the King who had killed and clawed through a river of blood to stand at the top. The King was dragged from his throne of bones into a deep dark pit, leaving only the raw flesh of a savage monster to crawl out of Hell. One that knew love, but didn't want it again. Kemono Orochi was destined to inherit the legacy of his father, known as The Dragon's Tongue. It was an inheritance he never wanted it, never desiring the power that came with the title of Dragon. Kemono ended it all by tearing off the Dragon's head, watching the serpent's remains be consumed in hellfire. Now tormented by the scars of his past inflicted by his father, he is struggling to come to terms with the Akuma he has become. One that wants to devour everyone in his path to protect the only one that matters to him. The only person that had ever made his icy heart beat. His heart. His love. His beautiful pride. Rex Hunter dreams of becoming a principal ballerino...all fierce, like a Phoenix. But this Phoenix has lost his wings and fallen prey, straight into the clutched claws and callus hands of two vicious beasts. Each bore the blackest of hearts, each desiring to keep him safe, cherished and loved unconditionally. Or was Rex just destined to be the goo that would stick two shattered souls together and prevent them from forever falling to pieces? There will be blood, gore and nasty shit. There will be watersports, crude, angry, sometimes sensual and other times just downright dirty and dysfunctional sex. BUT... There will always be LOVE... Because even villains understand the tortured scars love leaves in its wake.

Hades His light was the fire that blighted the deepest dark, but even he can't save the King from a past stained so black, the devil won't even touch it. Years creep up on you, like a rotting cold and wet, it will drag you down into your grave. Life will hand you eternity only to rip it away from you. Love will slaughter you in the most beautiful way and still manage to cut you down when you see him choose the heart of another man. But Death is a patient soul. He waits, and he waits, and he waits. 'Cause the bastard knows he will always have the last laugh when he knocks at the door. Kemono Memories were all I had, all I had clung to as my heart turned to stone and finally dust. Now he is mine and I will hold him, and I will cherish him. We will dance and we will laugh, and we will cry... We will be human together... I did not know heaven until I knew him. But being human comes at a fatal price. Sometimes you have to let go of the hand you hold onto, because that is the only way you can save them from Death. Rex Why did she take them away, hand them back, then force me to choose? Is love really that cruel, that she would enjoy tormenting you as you watch the two men you love with your whole heart, kill each other...? And then, my worst fear, my deepest, darkest nightmare became a living breathing thing. Death had come to take from us what we could never replace.

The battle to gain supremacy is vicious and that has never been more true in the crime-riddled underworld. This is a new world, ever changing, ever evolving and adapting. For some crime families, holding onto the outdated past will cripple them, leaving them lagging behind in this ever-turbulent struggle for a governing seat in the Crime Kingdom. That is not the case for the Eisenbacken. When the youngest heir of one of the most powerful—last remaining—German crime families comes out as gay, they don’t forsake and shame him as so many crime families before them have done. They grasp this opportunity to regain the iron jaws of power promising him as a husband to the M53s’ leader, Max Donovan’s younger brother. Zion Donovan. It's not personal, purely political. Ansgar Weiß doesn't see it that way. He loves his family and there is no one he adores more than his ruthless, cold-hearted, older brother—the head of their ancient family. But Ansgar’s not sure if this false marriage is the right way to go. Three years into the union, he couldn't have been more wrong, but for a completely different reason. Zion frightens him, but... Ansgar never anticipated feeling such a wild attraction to his husband, a man four years younger than him, who he knows nothing about. They live in the same home, but never speak to one another. It's just a façade they put on, two unlikely families joined by marriage to secure more power. Zion Donovan doesn't care for this bullshit, but he gets why it has to go down. More money, more control, more intimidation than they need to remain in first place. Besides, it just pseudo right? Yeah, he thought so too, until his brother married him off to a white boy. Bitch is all pale with his blond hair and blue eyes. Boxed and shipped straight outta Nazi land. Zion doesn't really give a shit. He’s here to bide his time, waiting for his older brother to pull out his cards and retire. Then Zion can take his rightful place in the family ‘business.’ There are a few spines that need ripping out. ’Cause he likes d\*%k, most men believe he’s not a force to be reckoned with. F#$%ers got another thing coming. He’s the beast, standing behind the curtain, while his brother’s nothing more than the mirage face of deception. He’s the choler and bile, blood and guts, the true Motherf#$%in’ King of the M53s. He calls the shots. He snips the strings. He doesn't have time for blue eyes swimming in tears. Blue eyes stained red from concern over him. Blue eyes that’s been f#$%in’ loving on him for the last three years.

They say old love runs deep, what they don't tell you is how ruthless it can stings. —Richard Flinór

"Can you hear, the painful scream of the Wendigo. It cries for its own death." Martin Alexander.

"How do you heal a heart, burned so black by guilt, that not even the soul can shine through?" -Bale Munroe.