It started with a ping

Chapter 4: the meetup.

Stix smiled as tired feet stepped of planes stairwell, the hot Spanish air brushing along their features and highlighting them in a soft early morning glow.
The Submissivemanzone meet-up had started a a few days ago and the members had slowly started trickling in after time, stix was sure they were one of the last to arrive but they had missed the flight originally booked three days ago because they had a bad case of salmonella, leaving them sweating and naked on the toilet for the day.

After the right security and checking in protocols stix left the airport and had to wait a moment in the humid air before successfully finding a taxi that was able to house then and their luggage. Trees and scenery passed in a blur as Stixs head bobbed against the window, warm glass not helping how their thick sweater clung to their body with sweat.

Stix exhaled heavily, pushing sleeves up to elbows with damp hands and fumbling around their sweatpants pockets to make contact with their phone. Slender fingers unlocked the device and stix places the earphones slowly into their ears, choosing to listen to the first thing recommended. As the soft sounds as the waitresses I know what boys like filtered into stixs ears, they felt heavy eyelids pull against their eyes, the chocolate orbs slowly fluttering out of conciseness.

A loud banging erupted stix from their peaceful slumber, they shot up and looked around startled, only to be greeted by the smiling face of Submissiveman pressed against the taxi window.

The car must have navigated the Spanish roads perfectly and stix fumbled with the door handle before stepping out and tugging their bags along with them, the suitcases small wheels scraping along the cars surface and earning an unimpressed look from the driver.

Submissiveman smiled and ran to hug stix but the alpha put their arm out to stop the interaction, they knew how possessive spicyhummus could get and didn't want to be seen touching the bedazzled trophy wife. The two conversed politely, throwing jokes back and forth in a friendly manor as they walked up the long paved driveway to the mansion they would be staying it.
The structure was tall, multiple floors of polished marble held up by rows of intricately designed pillars and layered with gorgeous slender windows even placed around the surface, letting in a healthy glow and shining off the large chandeliers.

Stix knew about Submissivemans role in the mafia but was obviously left out of the loop of the extent of how far the organisation had come. They smiled and shook their head, a few moths prior to the meet-up Submissiveman had reached out to stix and offered them a spot in the organisation, but stix had chose to see what the company had to offer before walking in blind.

As the pair walked into the main hallway, karlnap illustrations were seen littering the walls, each one hand drawn and signed to perfection.
Stix lowered their bags to the ground and raised a hand to discard the sweat beading on their fourhead when an overpowering scent of vanilla and hotness filled their scenes. Stix turned around swiftly, only to be greeted by the hot amazing gorgeous smile of spicyhummus, standing in all their 6'8 glory.

The two embraced and shared quiet conversations of flights and housing when a single bell interrupted their train of chatter.
"That must mean it's dinner time" spicyhummus clapped once and turned to face the large dining room visible through the high archways of the mansion. A single key was placed into stix's hand,

"Your room is down the corridor to the left, meet us back here for dinner okay? Your suit is layed out" Submissiveman spoke calmly and stix watched as the petite 4'6 omega skipped away to cling to spicyhummus's strong muscular arm and the two walked into the dining room. Stix sighed at the two, they longed for that closeness but couldn't find anyone that met their standards well enough.

Shaking the thoughts from their head, stix's feet walked nervously in the direction they were pointed to, unsure eyes glancing between the key and the passing doors to not miss the corresponding number. Stix came to a halt at the mahogany door, hands reaching forwards to trace over their own and Goobys name.
Stix really hoped gooby was coming later, the less time spent together the better and they wanted to get settled in before the annoying Irish lad interrupted with his disruptive manner.