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I'm not sure if that is really a compliment.

I know you do. If anything you are very honest and open with your feelings when you are quite hammered. We can only hope our enemies never figure out to get several drinks in you to make you talk, because you would tell them everything.

[He might be exaggerating to poke a little fun at drunk Altair. But he does appreciate the honesty.]

IIt wasn't meant as one. Only as an explanation.

Do not be silly. I am only so honest when you are near me. If anything, it is you and your eyes that are at fault.

Altair, no amount of flattery will fix the fact that you have urinated on my leg.

[But that does mean he's wandering around pants-less in the bureau while his clothes are washing.]

Congratulations, by dog standards you have successfully marked your territory.

[You know, oddly enough, he's torn between embarrassment and a strange sort of weird pride.]

My apologies, Dai. It seems I was feeling possessive of what is mine. How can I make my wrongs up to you?

I do not know. I will have to think on this.

Though I am beginning to think perhaps you had an ulterior motive to somehow get me out of my pants. Which is silly, because there are so many better ways you could've done that. But to be fair you were very drunk.

Do not be silly, Dai. My motive is always to get you out of your pants.

Since you are without them, it would be wasteful of me not to take advantage of this opportunity.

Altair, you have urinated on me, I'm not exactly in the mood.

Challenge accepted, Dai.

[Granted, he's currently more than a little hung over, but that's never stopped him before. And the best cure for everything is being under Malik.

When he finally emerges from the darkness of their currently shared bedroom, it's dressed in little more than the thin cotton pants that are normally worn beneath his robes, fabric slung low on his hips leaving his upper body bare. Wasting little time, he slips behind Malik's form, arms wrapping snuggly around his waist, lips finding the crook of his neck and pressing soft, slow kisses against the expanse.]

That wasn't meant as a

[He hits send by accident as he's alerted to the sound of movement and turns but is stopped as Altair's arms come around his waist and his body pressed up against his back warm and comforting. He sighs, tossing his device to the bed and just giving in easily. He can't stay mad at Altair long these days, not when he slips up behind him to plant sweet kisses on his neck. He tips his head to allow more access, stretching out the length of his throat for him to lavish. His hand rests on the arms around him and play over the skin softly before resting over one of Altair's to weave their fingers together.]

Altair... you should rest.

Mm.

[Lips vibrate against warm flesh as the sound releases, soft and distracted, as idninly making it to acknowledge that Malik had spoken at all. Tongue and teeth tease at tender skin, sinking into a pulse point, an eleretic pulse of heat running down the length of his spine at the way the others heart beats beneath the surface. Back arches, pressing in snug, quickly growing excitement more than apparent against his lovers hip.]

Aren't you going to punish me, Dai? Shouldn't you teach your a novice how to properly claim you?

[There's a sharp inhale through his teeth at the way Altair bites hard against his pulse, his back snaps taught as the pleasure surges down his spine into his belly, to coil hot and firm, making his prick jump. He'll sigh, trying to ignore the way his breathes rasp at the edges.]

I told you, I am not in the mood for games. If you wish to claim me, then claim me. If you want to show you are sorry then show me.

[Those words and actions are contradictions, speaking completely different languages at completely different volumes. Malik's body is reacting perfectly, pulse thudding in a rapid pitter patter beneath his lips. But his words are that of protest, proclaiming a distaste for the game Altair wishes to play.

Perhaps some other time he would have pressed, would have continued on trying to convince and goad, to get what he wanted. But things had already been so tense between them, so strained that it didn't seem appropriate.

A soft, lingering sigh leaves his lips as he pulls away, instantly missing the heat and closeness, only to press in against Malik's side, reaching for his hand and rejoining their fingers.]

I am sorry, my love. [It's a quiet whisper, spoken for only the two of them and the wind to hear. And then his lips are seeking out Malik's, deep and searing, pouring each emotion into the connection, until they're both left breathless. Forehead resting gently against forehead, golden eyes peaking out beneath dark lashes.] Please, come to bed. I wish for us to claim each other.

[There is a moment where his stomach twists with worry, feeling Altair's disappointment or the way he pulls away. He worries he's hurt him, even if he should remain stern. Altair's drunk shenanigans were insulting and demeaning and could really get out of hand at times, but he doesn't want to make things worse between them. He'd honestly hoped that the other would have pushed and goaded like he usually does, even if he was protesting, it was part of the game.

And yet, when Altair returns to his side, linking their fingers together and kissing him with passion and real connection he just about melts. This idea...claiming each other sounded so much better to his ears. His heart is beating hard, with gentle flutters as if he were falling in love all over again. Even if his lover is probably very hung over... He's not sure he could say no to him now.

He kisses him back in kind, gently leading him back towards the bed, hand sweeping up and carding through his short locks as their tongues dance.]

[Feeling Malik press back against him sent his heart fluttering inside his chest, a rapid drum beat that felt like butterfly wings against his ribs. Nothing could ever compare to the sensation of his lover's mouth, of his hands and body against his own. Many times had he wished that they hadn't been so foolish, that they had come to realize their feelings for one another long ago, that they had been braver, had been more willing to speak those words.

Allowing himself to be lead, trusting Malik so utterly and completely that he didn't even open his eyes, not even when he felt the back of his legs knock against the edge of the mattress. It was difficult to concentrate on anything other than those fingers in his hair and that tongue dancing against his own, battling for dominance. Hands come to rest upon slender hips, grip tight as he descends backward, dragging Malik along with him, until he's settled upon his back, leg's spread like a blooming flower, inviting his love to rest between them.]

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