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[He doesn't answer for a very long 15 minutes.]

I'll take you up on that. I want to see you.

[ you clearly mean 15 years

immediately after ]

meet u in the hall

[He comes out of the Forge rooms, after a couple of minutes; he's changed into a hoodie and sweatpants, a little disheveled like he's tried to take a nap.

His eyes are red, tinged with a flush like he's been crying.]

Hey.

[ Oh shit. Sett realizes. It's him. Sett's the one who creates the locked ship murder mystery. Oh well, Zibeline has had a good life.

In the mean time, he'll just go right over and drag him into a hug because dude.]

Hey.

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[He leans into the hug gratefully, tucking his face into Brocade's chest, in a way he's never quite done before: like he's trying to disappear into him.

He pulls back, shaking his head.]

Shit. Sorry, I napped wrong I think. Let's go?

[He gives one good pat on Lithium's back before nodding and letting go.]

Ain't no prob bro. Come on, ain't fair.

[they head out along the Queen's Walk, past the first slides of the waterpark and onto the open air deck. The bottles clink as Brocade sets down the bag of beers he brought. ]

Thanks.

[He closes his eyes for a moment - looks out at the sea, before bending over to retrieve two of the beers.]

These from the lounge? [He pops both lids open with the other bottle, a trick he'd learnt from Brocade himself.]

[ He holds out a hand for one of them. ]

The weird ass stage. Me an' Graey were figuring that they're probably gonna start charging for drinks so we loaded up.

[handing it over! And then he holds his up, wanting to clink them together.]

Cheers.

[This is the least cheerful Cheers in the history of forever.]

[ Doesn't leave him hanging, there's a soft clink amidst the push and pull of waves below, and the wind tugs at both of them. He settles on the rail, wrists dangling, and his shoulder against Yingxing's.]

I talked with him a bit too, y'know.

What's your impression of him?

[He's tense, from where they're pressed together.]

I've known him a while. Years actually, though uh.. not well. He's always in, cats love him and that's usually a good sign.

... He had the same smell you do, thick an' upset, today. Before we figured out who it was, he talked like he was bout to sing when it was about you.

So he's been back. For a while. And he never--

[He blinks tears back rapidly, looking up at the sky. His scent spikes violently into anger.]

How did you get over what Peony did to you?

[ Ah. Yeah he's not saying anything to that anger, or that grief. He sinks down a little bit, thinking of Peony. Soft, light fingertips on his forearm and her calm smile- ]

Don't know I really did. Not all the way.

I still-

[ A heaving sigh, tail lashing a bit. ]

- I still wonder what I did. How I coulda been a better husband. Gave her what she needed.

Figured out what bit of me I'm missing, y'know.

[ A takes a drink. ]

You helped.

A lot.

Don't say that. You're not missing anything. You're a good man and anyone would be lucky to have you.

[It was so easy to make a move on Velveteen, because Yingxing barely knew him. He and Graey were very clear that neither of them were looking for anything more from each other, other than friendship and sex. But Brocade-

Brocade is his best friend. He didn't want to risk being left by him, like every other romantic relationship he'd had in his life. What if things didn't work out? What if one day he, too, would vanish?]

I'm always here for you. [Fiercely:] You and me. You know that, right?

[ It's the tone, almost more than the words. His tail poofs a little where it sways behind him and his pupils overtake his irises as he stares at his best friend. ]

I know. You know it's the same right? Aint nothin' changing that.

[ What if... what if he leans in a little. ]

I'll help you hide the bodies and everything.

[Yingxing thinks, not for the first time, he's so beautiful, and he can't help it either: he leans in, and up, and-]

Bend down, asshole.

How good are you at pull-ups?

[ He does lean down though, hands settling on Yingxing's waist and pulling him up a little to meet. The first kiss is light and closed only because Sett is still grinning. The laugh gets swallowed in the next.

He's wanted this. He's wanted this forever and SESAME ISN'T AROUND AND HE'S WANTED THIS FOREVER. There's a little of that taste of a drink to chase and he's going to. Everything about kissing Brocade is a little off, teeth too sharp, tongue a bit too rough. But all of the intent is soft, leisurely. Like he might not get the chance again. ]

Mmmh.

[He goes up on tiptoes, an arm winding around Brocade's shoulders, marveling at how the other man's here, that he can have this, years of affection threatening to overflow from his chest. He answers the roughness with his own: Yingxing has never owned lip balm in his life, and he makes soft, panting sounds whenever teeth threaten to nick -

He pulls away to breathe. He's flushed. He's looking at Brocade like he'd hung the moon.]

Hmm. Seven out of ten.

[ He wants this he wants this he wants this he wants this he wants this.

It's not the first time he's seen Yingxing overheated, but all he can think is how much better that look could be worn out and sweat drenched.

how much better it could be waking up in the morning]

Sounds like I need a second try.

[ He leans in, a light brush, a prickle of stubble makes him grin. Those sharp teeth scrap the top of Yingxing's ear. ]

Maybe a third.

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[He makes a sound Brocade has probably never heard before: a whimper, low and throaty, and Yingxing's nails dig into Brocade's biceps.]

Don't worry, you can have all the tries you want.

[He lifts a hand - really lifts it, tall bastard - and cradles Brocade's jaw.]

When you texted me earlier. That you loved me. I love you too. For a while now.

[ That sound goes RIGHT between his legs. Shit. He wants to hear that. He wants to hear that a LOT and for the rest of his life. He wants to be the one to make that happen. AT VOLUME.

And then rockets right back into his heart so hard it misses a beat.

He just leans into those hands, eyes lidding in some bliss. YINGXING LOVES HIM]

... It's ah. I've loved you a long while too.

Have we been just this stupid the entire time? I was scared stupid to say anything.

[He throws his head back and laughs, hands sliding down to wind around Brocade's waist - to slide cold hands up the small of his back, under his shirt. Again. But this time it has intent, feeling all the muscles bunched up there, near his tail--]

Dude... I was so worried about busting us that I-nnh??

[ It's a short, almost high pitched noise that comes from Brocade when he feels those fingers play over the soft fur of his lower back, and then right THERE. His grip on Lithium's waist might be a little painful for a second. ]

Ooookay. [ He breathes out, a shuddering purr that sounds like an engine idling. ] Thatttt's good. Gimmie.. gimmie one second.

[This is that slightly creepy, feverish smile Yingxing gets when he finds a project he can sink his teeth into (literal now) and take apart (also literal now).]

I think I'm winning this round. [SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH IN WHAT PROBABLY IS A KIND OF PUBLIC SPOT BUT] You sound really nice like this.

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