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Yes.

[CUTTING HIM OFF??? a hand slides up over Cade's nape, fingers buried into his hair, tugging a little.]

Shit. I want off this boat.

[ HE SAID YES CADE COULD DIE OF HAPPINESS RIGHT NOW BUT THEN IT WOULD END AND THAT'S NOT ALLOWED

Oh, his eyes close and head tilts back at that pull.]

Right? Shit. SHIT, it's been too long probably not in swimming distance or I'd give it a shot...

[He laughs, then, leaning in to drop a kiss on his nose, before tilting his head to bite at his lower lip.]

We have the rest of our lives, I guess.

[He pauses, a little nervously.]

Right?

[ That's it. That's what it was like with Yingxing. That soft, adorable affection and then the sting and they both light up his heart and flushes his skin and. He just runs his hands over the back of the man pressed up against him flush. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I want that. You've got it, all the rest of my life.

Edited 2024-09-07 20:23 (UTC)

Now we just gotta figure out livin' forever.

[That's such a romantic, far-fetched concept, but:]

If I have this back pain forever, no thanks. [He lowers his hand to Cade's jaw, thumbing his stubble.] I want to grow old with you. Cats and all.

[ If he looks about to cry at that, it's because he is. His voice is that happy kind of choked up even as he's trying to play it cool. ]

You could help me get m'walker on the treadmill an' everything.

You'd be bench pressing me through the arthri--

[Is he about to cry? Don't do that because Yingxing's eyes start to burn too and okay he frantically cups Cade's face.]

I'll. I'll make us rings here. No takebacks.

[ He's BLINKING HARD IT'S A NEAR THING. ]

Dude. DUDE. I'll wear anything ya make. I aint takin' it off.

[ He hopes its time to kiss him because that's what he's doing. A bit like devouring him, actually. ]

[Why is he doing this Yingxing can't catastrophize with his brain cells melting? Rude???

And while he'd kissed other people who liked to bite, be rough - there's nobody else who had the combination of fang and hunger and Brocade, and Yingxing whimpers into his mouth.]

Wait. W- the door. Is it locked. I don't remember--

[ There's a moment where he breaks, and clearly looks at the WIDE OPEN DOOR, and the growl he lets out shudders through his bones. There's a MOMENT, where he WANTs to be like, let the whole ship hear. Let them see. And he throws all of that sentiment into the next kiss- hair fisted at the base of Yingxing's neck and a squeezing a handful of his ass- ]

[ And then lets go with a whine, hands sliding to rest on the floor. He goes to drop his head against the other man's neck but there's that bandage and-]

Y'should probably be the one t'close it or who the hell knows where I'll end up.

Actually... that reminds me some...

[He slides off Cade's lap - grinding against him deliberately as he does, because he's there - stumbles a little, still dazed from that last kiss, and totters off to actually close the door. And lock it.]

Reminds you of...?

[Coming back, now, and he's shucking his shirt off, too; there's more scratches, courtesy of one (1) dragon.]

[ Hang on, his eyes are just gonna take a lazy journey from collarbone down to beltline. But you know, a man cut like that, you can't just go STRAIGHT DOWN, there's switchbacks you gotta travel. Scenery to appreciate.

He swallows hard. ]

I ah.. was gonna ask how yer doing. [ His dick is doing the can-can to the songline of "LET IT GO AND GET LAID" but bro this would make the worst pillow talk he reasons back. ]

I heard some about the marbles and- wanted to make sure yer okay.

You're really asking about that now?

[Cheese-grater abs aside, he sits back down onto Cade's lap and scritches absently behind an ear as he thinks.]

It was strange. I touched one and it was like - I had a waking daydream, and Velveteen and Zibeline were there. The bird I sent you - I remember, it was on Velveteen's sleeve, it was really good embroidery. We were a group of five heroes, with a corny name like... the High Cloud Quintet...

[It happens, and passes fast, like a sudden storm: Lithium's hand spasms in his hair, tightening painfully in it, and his face twists ugly with a violent rage neither of them would have seen before.]

Ugh - What-

[ The bird? Oh! OH the drawing. He's contented under that touch, listening to Yingxing recount it, hands already settling back around the man as he sits.

And then it happens.

Normally, the cruel yank at his scalp would be something he'd enjoy but he hardly even feels it. His nose is flooded with a burst of a scent deeply wrong for Yingxing, almost someone else's. A flower's perfume and overripe fruit, the tang of blood. ]

Yingxing?!

[ Those hands come up to hold that face and it's stranger's rage. ]

That's not - don't call me that--

[It comes out in a snarl, and he tries to bite at one of those hands.]

[ Flat teeth bite into the flesh of his palm but. His ears are filled with ringing. Don't call him that. Don't call him that. His stomach drops out.

Cade forces himself to stay steady, not panic, not yet. ]

Lithium. Hey. Love. Breathe, okay?

[He's not sure where he is, or what's happening. Is he dreaming? He's never felt this sick. Awful, like he's burning up with the worst fever, like nothing would ever be okay, like he's lost--]

[He heaves a breath. Pants into something soft. He blinks back to himself, and that awful scent vanishes. He's buried his face in Brocade's palm, like a bird hiding in his hand, terrified.]

Brocade?

Huh? [He pulls back. Tips his cheek into Brocade's hand again, easy as anything. Yingxing again, his husband-to-be.]

Yeah, I'm breathing. What's up?

[ His palm throbs with the aftershocks of the recent bite, at complete odds with the gentle press now, sweet and easy. ]

I...

[ The words die. Was it something in the vision or the dream? Could he make it worse? What the fuck is going on?? ]

You were burning up for a second there.

Is that some sort of pickup line? That's terrible.

[He snorts, holding that hand to his cheek but putting his own hand over it, lacing their fingers together.]

You were asking me something?

[ His ears lay low, and there's just this rush of air across Yingxing's skin as Brocade just, keeps testing his scent. It's still him?? It's definitely him now?

Then what just happened?

Fuck did BROCADE imagine it? ]

Uh, Lith, [ The name is awkward in his mouth. He uses it all the time with other people, sure but... it doesn't FEEL right. ] I already asked?

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