[While Emet-Selch will allow him the display of affection, it is some seconds into it, whilst Hythlodaeus is still humming to himself, that Emet-Selch loosens his hold just enough to prod his cheek with his index finger. A calculated admonishment.]
No, I don't.
And I should like to think that I have known you for long enough to have a sound opinion.
[He watches him carefully, eyes narrowing, but not in anger or frustration. In fact, he thinks his suggestion a perfectly reasonable one.]
Though, if you will forgive me for saying so, if you're still trying to convince yourself even now, perhaps it was about time you tried another method entirely.
[He reacts to the prod to his cheek, perhaps comically, with a little 'eh' as his attention slides towards it and he tilts his head so he can peer momentarily at the offending digit. Still with them clasped around the other man's, he lowers his hands to the table and keeps his eyes on them for a few beats.
It's strange. His protestations regarding his level of usefulness were almost always waved aside if not outright denied by his friends despite his persistence in stating them. It was almost like a little joke between them all, barely permitted due to Hythlodaeus' preference for a supporting role, but none of them would ever repeat the same things back to him.
That they were... allowing it had of course crossed his mind, though he had never really thought too hard about it before.]
Oh, there's nothing to forgive. [He shakes his head, patting Emet-Selch's hand before he moves to let him go.] But what other methods did you have in mind?
[Ah-ah-ah! The moment Hythlodaeus moves to release his hand, he'll find that Emet-Selch has made a play to capture one of his again, his fingers prepared to slide around the back of his palm and hold it there if need be.]
A demonstration of how useful you can be, perhaps? After all, if you see it with your own eyes, you will have little room to doubt.
"Seeing is believing" as they say.
[Emet-Selch lowers his voice until it is only just audible above the din.]
[What can he do but allow his hand to be captured once again, and without complaint at that. Still, he'll take the shivering sensation of those fingertips sliding around his palm regardless as he makes a playful feint as if to pull himself away that is clearly not intended to be followed through on.
He's looking at the man intensely again, as if he's hungry for every word coming out of his mouth. They had been apart for too long, he thinks... far, far too long.]
A demonstration..?
[His head tilts, lips curving in a small smile. Just what was his dear Hades planning?]
[Oh, don't be like that you insufferable tease! And after he's made an effort to hold your hand in public. Fortunately for Emet-Selch, he's managed to hook his fingers around the flat of his palm. Escape is still possible, but 'tis clear he isn't planning to release him just yet. Rather than let go, Emet-Selch's arm instead gets tugged further across the table, his shoulder dipping forward as he meets his friend's gaze.]
Need you ask? Absolutely nothing less than what you already want to do.
[It isn't so much a question as it is a statement, each word delivered with care. Emet-Selch looks as if he's about to continue when a timid "ahem" sounds from behind him, and with it, the arrival of their respective meals.]
[For his part, Emet-Selch appears a bit put-out by the interruption, but he at last returns to a more upright position, his attention drifting elsewhere, even as a wrinkle of vexation forms between his eyebrows. Perhaps he's more impatient than he'd prefer to believe.]
We will, of course, also touch upon this topic later. Along with everything else.
[By the Star, but do ignore the way that his face seems like it's burning again. How is it that this man keeps tripping him up again and again even with all the years they have known one another..? Even with all the years that he could have anticipated this, even if circumstances continually conspired to keep them from making the next step.
He would have liked Emet-Selch to continue, but the quiet sound of the server with their meals clearing their throat has him straightening up and almost tugging his hand free before he once again thinks better of it.
Along with everything else. How such a simple phrase can make every inch of his skin tingle.]
We should enjoy our meals, then. [He smiles, waiting for the server to leave before adding;] It sounds like we're going to need the energy.
[Emet-Selch makes a sweeping motion with his free hand to indicate the two plates, one adorned with a delectable-looking vegetable quiche, and the other a tangy eggplant pasta. A small basket of bread has been set to one side with both melted butter and seasoned olive oil for dipping.]
I don't believe we ever clarified which dish belonged to whom. Choose whichever you like, as long as I won't be hearing about it later.
[Of course, this will all require two hands rather than one, and at last Emet-Selch prompts:]
[So maybe it's a little reluctant, the way he finally takes his hand back, but he slips his fingers free and looks over the two dishes for a moment before decisively selecting the quiche. He picks up some bread to go along with it and settles comfortably into his seat.
Then he pauses, for a long moment, his fork in his hand and his attention apparently elsewhere. His gaze flickers and he lets out a soft breath through his nose.]
This is so nice. [Just spending time together, regardless of the why.] And entirely too long in coming.
[He pauses to take a bite of food, chewing it thoughtfully.]
At the risk of irritating you with my sentimentality... I'm glad you're here. I missed you.
[Emet-Selch doesn't appear to mind the decision. He slides the other plate towards himself, twirling the noodles around his fork in a practiced (if somewhat idle) sort of way. It's when Hythlodaeus lets out another breath that Emet-Selch glances across the table at him to see precisely why he sighed.]
[He's quiet a moment, considering.]
I won't begrudge you your sentimentality. That my presence remains a novelty to you is favorable, after all...
Indeed, compared to you I find it all too easy to dismiss the little things - present company nonwithstanding, that is. I would therefore urge you to cherish every moment.
['Tis the sort of thing he used to say once upon a time, to their mutual friend.]
Though I suppose it's worth noting that I have come by several important truths during the course of mine own journey. One of which being that I have existed without you once - and I would not do so again.
[Cherishing every moment is not something he has to be told to do twice. They had had precious little time together, watching the end of the final act playing out across so grand a stage, before they had both moved on together. Hythlodaeus would be lying if he said he had not the smallest amount of regret for not having needled him to stay a bit longer.
It could have been fun.
He's in the middle of a bite, listening to the other man speak and letting the sound of his voice roll over him, when he goes ahead and says that. It's just as well that Hythlodaeus had managed to swallow his mouthful because the way his breath catches in his throat would have surely had him choking.]
You-... [There is a single, slightly mortifying realisation in that moment. Though Hades has caught him by surprise several times already he has not said anything yet that has hit Hythlodaeus so squarely in the chest as this. He blinks rapidly then sets his fork down, pushing the heel of his hand lightly against the corner of his eye and giving a shaky laugh.] You have no idea what it does to me when you say things like that, do you?
[Or maybe he does. Hythlodaeus shakes his head.]
In all the time I spent in that strange dream... I still somehow noted your absence. I wondered, at times... if you knew how you might find me, but then I thought, no, if you knew, you would have come. [He picks his fork up again. Gives a small sniff as he pulls himself together.] But you should know, my dear Hades, that if you want me then I am yours. As I ever was.
[Not precisely as planned. It takes a moment for him to realize that it isn't the food or a sudden case of indigestion that has Hythlodaeus falling silent, it's that his friend seems dangerously close to openly weeping.]
[And this the very least of what he could say. The dish has rather lost its flavor, Emet-Selch brushing the plate and silverware to one side so that he might lean over the table, his brows knit.]
[How strange it is...this feeling. How long since he last spoke with utter authenticity. Not the truth, for truth's sake, but putting his own thoughts and emotions to words.]
If you would perhaps be willing to describe it in excruciating detail, then I might be provided some inkling.
[He says. His expression appears complicated, a brief moment of brevity - a hopeful quirk of his lips, before his expression turns serious once more. Emet-Selch folds his hands together on the table in front of him, shoulders squared as he shakes his head - Hythlodaeus may wish to withhold the fork a moment longer.]
The time you spent within Lord Zodiark, you mean? Aye, I knew where I might find you. What I did not know was what state I might find you in, nor what would occur should I attempt to retrieve you, nor whether you would come, having already made your decision.
Nay. My efforts were instead devoted entirely to the Rejoining, that you and everyone else might find some semblance of home to return to; as was our promise. Needless to say, we never dreamed that such a reunion would be so long in coming - not in the beginning at least.
[Another pause, and then.]
Hardly the most romantic of admissions, I confess. A paltry offering for your candor. Yet you should know that I do want you. As ever I did.
[The fork goes down again. A little more slowly this time, carefully placed against the edge of the quiche and its accompaniments. Hythlodaeus moves out of his chair, though it's only to shift himself (and the chair) closer to the other man's side of the table.
Once there he takes hold of Hades' hand and lifts it to his lips to gently kiss it.]
And I should be very cross with you for taking this long to finally come out with it.
[Should be. By the Star, he should be! How long had he spent wanting to have him like this? They could have been— The things they could have had. It's infuriating. Hades is infuriating.
He's utterly infuriating, and Hythlodaeus utterly adores him, through and through.]
Just kiss me, would you? Before I start to cry and embarrass us both.
[Hades watches him. For a moment he wonders if Hythlodaeus will leave. 'Tis a possibility he hasn't accounted for, but one he might understand. Instead, he finds Hythlodaeus moving his chair so they can sit within arms' reach of one another, his hand taken for what could well be the dozenth time. He's already lost count, beyond the fact that his touch is warm, gentle, and earnest.]
[It's enough to soothe even the hardest of hearts, he thinks - that sort of devotion.]
Such is your right. Though I daresay you have a most unusual way of showing it.
[Hythlodaeus doesn't seem cross. There are any number of reasons he could be, and yet he has been met only with compassion. A compassion he doesn't deserve, perhaps, but one he cannot help but yearn for.]
[Hades sighs, as if he's been holding his breath for the same span of time that he's kept this truth to himself. The backs of his fingers brush across Hythlodaeus's cheek softly, toying with the flyaway strands that curl over his ear.]
And what assurance do I have that you won't cry even if I do kiss you? But since you asked...
[He's aware enough of their surroundings. Hythlodaeus is close, his own back angled in such a way that there's little chance of most people seeing. And at the moment, a part of him isn't certain he cares. Let them see. Let them see just who - and what - he has longed for all these years.]
[He tilts Hythlodaeus's chin, his lips pressing to his. Chaste, but unhesitating.]
[There are several reasons why he isn't really cross at all, not least of which is the fact that he had all the time in the world to say something as well. He kept it to himself by choice, not wanting to create a potential issue between them, and only now does he seem to have enough bravery to say what he really wants.
Not too late, he would hope, and not too little.
The demand was born of impatience laced with his usual good humour. Hythlodaeus couldn't be sure what Emet-Selch's reaction might be - if he might refuse outright or politely defer the request until later - but he finds himself pleasantly surprised on all counts.
A soft touch to his cheek, the brushing back of his hair... he feels himself flush pink but doesn't dare move. He wouldn't dare even chance to give Hades cause to doubt. The tilt of his chin has him leaning in a little, eyes dipping shut and heart pounding in anticipation, and finally the moment he has desired for so long crystallises into reality.
Hythlodaeus slips a hand into the other man's hair, gripping gently against it as if to hold him in place as he presses softly into that kiss, lingering in it for as long as he possibly can. When they part his eyelashes are wet and he wipes them quickly with the heel of his hand.]
Ah-hah. I didn't cry. [He might, still. He looks elated and overwhelmed all at once.] You do know how to keep a man waiting... but as ever, you don't disappoint.
[He could understand being cross. He could even understand being cross at himself. It's both vexing and gratifying - the warmth of his friend leaning forward into him, the way his fingers wind into his hair - not quite pulling, but holding him captive all the same. The frustration of having yearned for this so long, culminating into this all too brief pinpoint in time - so soft, so bright it feels as though he has stepped out of reality entirely and then returned to find his world-weary heart beating once again. CLumsy and fumbling.]
[As if one taste could ever be enough.]
So you would claim when I have scarcely done anything - aside from wreck havoc on my own carefully laid plans.
[It's a mild complaint, and here he pauses, gently cupping Hythlodaeus's face. He looks as though he might let go at any moment - but he doesn't. Instead, he watches his friend, his expression lifting hopelessly - the mask slipping for just a moment into something far more tender and fond.]
[If Hythlodaeus were to claim that pulling away from that kiss had been easy it would have been the most blatant lie he had ever told, and all he has to give in the face of Emet-Selch's utterly dashed plans (no doubt incredibly carefully laid) is a ringing laugh. He can hardly be sorry, can he, with the way that things have turned out?
Then his brows raise a little, his heart skipping a beat with the way his old friend's expression softens and that ever-present mask lifts just enough for him to see the fondness behind it, and he lets out a quiet 'tch'.]
Welcome, am I..? [He doesn't recall that he thanked Hades for anything, but then again...
Hythlodaeus chuckles again, gently bumping their foreheads together for a moment.]
Oh, my dear, enigmatic love. [His heart is racing now. Maybe it had never stopped.] I'll allow some measure of gratitude that you finally found your nerve. [Another little bump, softer, before he leans in to murmur very quietly beside the other man's ear.]
But once we're finished here, I'm going to intimately acquaint you with everything you've been missing out on.
[His eyes softly glowing with mirth, he pulls back, and then pointedly steals a bite of Hades' pasta dish before he moves his chair back around the table. Then, in a completely normal tone as though he had not just blatantly - and in public, however quietly -propositioned Emet-Selch moments earlier, he adds;]
['You are,' he wants to insist, his brow furrowing slightly just before the contact - something solid and startlingly close, close enough that he finds himself staring directly into those lovely eyes.]
My "nerve". Is that why you believe I waited so long? Because I somehow lacked the confidence to tell you outright?
[His grousing, too, is cut short, having scarcely escaped him when he feels Hythlodaeus's warm breath tickling his ear, the words seeming to hum and vibrate inside his head. He feels the tips of his ears grow hot, even as he wills his expression to careful neutrality.]
[It certainly doesn't sound like a poor offer. In fact, he scarcely needs to think about it at all with the way even his soul itself seems to shiver in interest.]
[There and gone; Emet-Selch is left to cluck his tongue at his friend's antics, staring pointedly at his now slightly less robust plate of noodles before he turns his attention back to his impish companion.]
Difficult to say, given there is now some overlap between your plans and mine. Then again, they were more of a loose guideline from the first, and not without room for revision.
[A crisp snap - fingers hidden beneath the table as Hythlodaeus's plate materializes in front of Emet-Selch. The man trims off a generous helping of the quiche with the side of his fork, depositing the crumbly pastry into his mouth, and scoots it back across the table to him. Tit for tat...and all that. He chews slowly first, contemplative.]
Yet at what point do we determine that we're finished here? I had my heart set on dessert.
[Does he believe that to be the reason? No, not really. There are a myriad of other reasons why it has not been said out loud until now and none of them really matter anymore.
Hythlodaeus makes a quiet, almost dismayed sound when he hears that snap, sees his plate vanish in front of him, and then it's his turn to pout as Hades takes a (in his opinion, far too generous) sample of his own meal before returning it.
Rude. Though, endearing, all the same.]
Oh, I'm sure we can take our time, if you're not in a rush.
[He smiles again, impish.]
And by all means we can have dessert. I quite fancied the cheesecake, myself. [Oh, how easily he settles back into casual conversation after what he had suggested was on the cards for them later that evening. Not that it is easy by any means. Truth be told he'd like nothing more than to rush Hades home right this minute, but a little anticipation would surely make things sweeter later on.]
Besides, we need some time to decide whose sheets we're going to be ruining.
[A noncommittal hum follows from Emet-Selch's side of the table. While his patience is hardly whittled down to nothing, he wouldn't object to taking their dessert - and the remainder of their meal - back with them.]
[A heavy sigh follows, a shake of his head. It is with the same sort of casual nature that Emet-Selch rests his chin on the heel of his hand - the elbow now quite brazenly propped against the table, some few ilms to the left of his plate.]
Such uncouth language, and not an onze of shame to be seen.
[With his free hand, he returns to threading noodles through his fork.]
You may return home with me. While I could hardly have predicted the exact course of the evening, I might have acted upon a number of considerations...in the event of a positive outcome, that is. Besides, it will give you another opportunity to raid my wine cabinet for some celebratory spirits. Though that is perhaps best saved for later. Much later, I should think.
[Emet-Selch blinks across the table at him as if they are settling some far more official matter than this mutual proposition of theirs.]
[Not a single onze of shame, but did Hades really expect it of him? Certainly his attitude has grown more shameless since matters became clear (and his skin is still tingling with the memory of that kiss) but with everything heading in what seems to be the right direction he finds himself buoyed by it all.
He returns to his meal, cutting off a bite of the quiche with the side of his fork. It really is quite delicious. A fine choice.]
Mm, I do think I would rather have all my wits about me while we... [Well. He may be uncouth but he can still show some tact. His lips curve in another mischievous smile.
No need to finish that sentence. Emet-Selch knows exactly what he's implying.
He gives his fork a little wave.]
Ought else should certainly be discussed in private, I think. I have reached my limits for brazen audacity for the moment. [Much to his friend's relief, he's quite sure.] I'm sure your preparations for this most positive of outcomes have been suitably thorough.
[A short, if clear acknowledgment. Of course Emet-Selch knows what he's implying, as his thoughts had drifted in the very same direction. While he'll likely wish he had finished his plate, the pasta (tastefully prepared as it is), is starting to look far less appetizing than the man sitting across from him.]
[Emet-Selch studies the dish thoughtfully.]
I find I could get used to it - this brazen audacity of yours. Still, I'm inclined to agree. We've much ground to cover, and while one can only hope such talk is not nearly as exhaustive as your promised demonstration, I would prefer not to leave you with any unanswered questions tonight.
As for the preparations themselves, I am confident you will find them more than adequate.
[A wave of his hand as he meets that mischievous smile with one of his own.]
And if not, then I suppose we'll just have to improvise, won't we?
[Hythlodaeus is doing - he thinks - a very good job of acting like he's got all the patience in the world for this runaround. In truth, he would drag Emet-Selch out of the door by his shirt if he didn't think the man would immediately scold him quite severely for making a scene. Besides, the mischievous teasing is fun in its own way, and even more so when his companion actually responds to it in kind.
Well then. He didn't think Hades had it in him.]
I suppose we shall. I find myself quite looking forward to it.
[Understatement of the eon. Hythlodaeus' patience lasts through the rest of their meal but does not extend to dessert, which the two of them have boxed up to go before one of them ends up saying something far too out of turn for a public setting.
He's almost giddy with anticipation when they arrive back at Emet-Selch's door and he does not wait long after entering the house before he's setting the bag containing their boxed treats down by his feet and curling his slender fingers into the other man's collar. He catches his lip slightly between his teeth as he gives the fabric a light but meaningful tug.]
Hades.
[Hythlodaeus looks up at the man from under his eyelashes.]
Still hungry are we? And this after we've just spent the last bell dining together.
[The quip is unnecessary, truly. A force of habit to fill the silence left in the wake of Hythlodaeus's...demand. For what else can he call such a firm assertion, one which leaves no room for misinterpretation? Hades's eyes are nearly blinding in the dim light of his living area. Here, there is no one else around to see, no one else around to hear, and little need to keep up any manner of appearance - save perhaps for his own pride.]
[Pride which, at the moment, is nearly drowned out by the way his own blood quickens in his veins, by just what those words do to him - and how much.]
[Hades takes a step forward, his hand sliding up the back of Hythlodaeus's spine as he meets that gaze, as he leans down - the what? scarcely an ilm or two between them - to kiss him again properly. He doesn't quite give in to the tug, however. Perhaps he's testing his luck - or gauging Hythlodaeus's desperation.]
[Still, the time for waiting is over, and so Hades speaks frankly, his breath still warm against Hythlodaeus's mouth.]
Tell me how you want me.
We should at least set the stage for the rest of the evening, should we not?
[He is sure that Hades is still trying to tease him, and how cruel he is to do something like that, but Hythlodaeus decides to go along with it.
He's hardly so shy that he's going to falter now. That kiss is answered hungrily, leaned up into as he keeps his grip on the other man's collar, and he just about manages not to whine when Hades draws away from him.
'Tell me how you want me.', he says, and Hythlodaeus' brain locks down for a moment. How is he supposed to answer that question? He has so many fantasies he scarcely has the words to describe them.]
I want to undress you. [Hythlodaeus tells him after a few moments of thought. His hands trail down the other man's chest with idle slowness.] And take my time to explore every inch of your skin.
[He inhales. His breathing shakes.]
I want you to touch me until all I can think about is you. I don't want to have a single thought in my head save for your name. [A button slides open under his thumb. He looks up at Hades again, meeting his eyes.] I want you to take me and I don't want you to tease too much. Not this time. I want to be yours, Hades, in every way you would mark me as such.
[That same hand moves up again, sliding into Hades' hair, gently combing through it.]
And I want you to be mine. I want to carve my love for you into your skin until it aches. [He's almost whispering, his eyes soft but earnest, meaning every word.]
I want you to make love to me like you've waited twelve thousand years to do it.
[Hades scarcely knows what to do for a moment, met as he is with such earnest honesty. He should be used to it by now, perhaps, and yet it still surprises him - startles him - when he has gone so long without, spent so much time mourning the loss of a soft laugh and a gentle hand.]
[Honest answers beget honest answers. There's no place for grumbling or teasing here, no room for misunderstanding. Idas has laid his heart bare. How then can he respond with anything less?]
[Hades exhales slowly, as if all of the tension and bluster is being evicted. He doesn't so much move, and yet he presses forward, ever so slightly, into that touch, lifting an arm to wind his fingers around the hand now combing through his hair - but doesn't stop its trajectory.]
What other way is there, love? Doubt you the span of years, or the breadth of my affection? 'Tis the only way I would know how to please you, and yet I could not tell you what such a thing would look like even if you asked me to.
[Hades meets his eyes.]
I would have you laid out beneath me with your hair tumbling across the pillows, your face cast in shadow so that I might drown myself in the color of your eyes. I would have you over me, leant forward so I may watch your delight and your ecstasy.
You speak of the flesh, and yet it is an ephemeral, borrowed thing. Yet if I were to mark you, I would engrave my love upon your very soul, so that you would never again have reason to doubt.
[He plucks the hand gently from his hair, presses his lips to the back of Hythlodaeus's hand before pressing it between his own. His gaze drifts, briefly, towards the door of his bedroom suite - still slightly ajar, with a warm, inviting golden glow spilling through the cracks.]
So go on. Explore to your heart's content. And perhaps in so doing you will see fit to lead me into sweet delirium, or drive me to the edge of tears. Mayhaps both at the same time.
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Date: 2024-05-06 03:58 pm (UTC)No, I don't.
And I should like to think that I have known you for long enough to have a sound opinion.
[He watches him carefully, eyes narrowing, but not in anger or frustration. In fact, he thinks his suggestion a perfectly reasonable one.]
Though, if you will forgive me for saying so, if you're still trying to convince yourself even now, perhaps it was about time you tried another method entirely.
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Date: 2024-05-09 02:47 am (UTC)It's strange. His protestations regarding his level of usefulness were almost always waved aside if not outright denied by his friends despite his persistence in stating them. It was almost like a little joke between them all, barely permitted due to Hythlodaeus' preference for a supporting role, but none of them would ever repeat the same things back to him.
That they were... allowing it had of course crossed his mind, though he had never really thought too hard about it before.]
Oh, there's nothing to forgive. [He shakes his head, patting Emet-Selch's hand before he moves to let him go.] But what other methods did you have in mind?
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Date: 2024-05-09 03:49 pm (UTC)A demonstration of how useful you can be, perhaps? After all, if you see it with your own eyes, you will have little room to doubt.
"Seeing is believing" as they say.
[Emet-Selch lowers his voice until it is only just audible above the din.]
Allow me to put your gift to its proper purpose.
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Date: 2024-05-09 11:23 pm (UTC)He's looking at the man intensely again, as if he's hungry for every word coming out of his mouth. They had been apart for too long, he thinks... far, far too long.]
A demonstration..?
[His head tilts, lips curving in a small smile. Just what was his dear Hades planning?]
Just what would you have me do..?
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Date: 2024-05-13 02:46 pm (UTC)Need you ask? Absolutely nothing less than what you already want to do.
[It isn't so much a question as it is a statement, each word delivered with care. Emet-Selch looks as if he's about to continue when a timid "ahem" sounds from behind him, and with it, the arrival of their respective meals.]
[For his part, Emet-Selch appears a bit put-out by the interruption, but he at last returns to a more upright position, his attention drifting elsewhere, even as a wrinkle of vexation forms between his eyebrows. Perhaps he's more impatient than he'd prefer to believe.]
We will, of course, also touch upon this topic later. Along with everything else.
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Date: 2024-05-13 10:48 pm (UTC)[By the Star, but do ignore the way that his face seems like it's burning again. How is it that this man keeps tripping him up again and again even with all the years they have known one another..? Even with all the years that he could have anticipated this, even if circumstances continually conspired to keep them from making the next step.
He would have liked Emet-Selch to continue, but the quiet sound of the server with their meals clearing their throat has him straightening up and almost tugging his hand free before he once again thinks better of it.
Along with everything else. How such a simple phrase can make every inch of his skin tingle.]
We should enjoy our meals, then. [He smiles, waiting for the server to leave before adding;] It sounds like we're going to need the energy.
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Date: 2024-05-13 11:44 pm (UTC)[Emet-Selch makes a sweeping motion with his free hand to indicate the two plates, one adorned with a delectable-looking vegetable quiche, and the other a tangy eggplant pasta. A small basket of bread has been set to one side with both melted butter and seasoned olive oil for dipping.]
I don't believe we ever clarified which dish belonged to whom. Choose whichever you like, as long as I won't be hearing about it later.
[Of course, this will all require two hands rather than one, and at last Emet-Selch prompts:]
After you. They won't be any good cold.
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Date: 2024-05-13 11:59 pm (UTC)Then he pauses, for a long moment, his fork in his hand and his attention apparently elsewhere. His gaze flickers and he lets out a soft breath through his nose.]
This is so nice. [Just spending time together, regardless of the why.] And entirely too long in coming.
[He pauses to take a bite of food, chewing it thoughtfully.]
At the risk of irritating you with my sentimentality... I'm glad you're here. I missed you.
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Date: 2024-05-14 04:10 pm (UTC)[He's quiet a moment, considering.]
I won't begrudge you your sentimentality. That my presence remains a novelty to you is favorable, after all...
Indeed, compared to you I find it all too easy to dismiss the little things - present company nonwithstanding, that is. I would therefore urge you to cherish every moment.
['Tis the sort of thing he used to say once upon a time, to their mutual friend.]
Though I suppose it's worth noting that I have come by several important truths during the course of mine own journey. One of which being that I have existed without you once - and I would not do so again.
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Date: 2024-05-14 07:33 pm (UTC)It could have been fun.
He's in the middle of a bite, listening to the other man speak and letting the sound of his voice roll over him, when he goes ahead and says that. It's just as well that Hythlodaeus had managed to swallow his mouthful because the way his breath catches in his throat would have surely had him choking.]
You-... [There is a single, slightly mortifying realisation in that moment. Though Hades has caught him by surprise several times already he has not said anything yet that has hit Hythlodaeus so squarely in the chest as this. He blinks rapidly then sets his fork down, pushing the heel of his hand lightly against the corner of his eye and giving a shaky laugh.] You have no idea what it does to me when you say things like that, do you?
[Or maybe he does. Hythlodaeus shakes his head.]
In all the time I spent in that strange dream... I still somehow noted your absence. I wondered, at times... if you knew how you might find me, but then I thought, no, if you knew, you would have come. [He picks his fork up again. Gives a small sniff as he pulls himself together.] But you should know, my dear Hades, that if you want me then I am yours. As I ever was.
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Date: 2024-05-15 01:17 am (UTC)[And this the very least of what he could say. The dish has rather lost its flavor, Emet-Selch brushing the plate and silverware to one side so that he might lean over the table, his brows knit.]
[How strange it is...this feeling. How long since he last spoke with utter authenticity. Not the truth, for truth's sake, but putting his own thoughts and emotions to words.]
If you would perhaps be willing to describe it in excruciating detail, then I might be provided some inkling.
[He says. His expression appears complicated, a brief moment of brevity - a hopeful quirk of his lips, before his expression turns serious once more. Emet-Selch folds his hands together on the table in front of him, shoulders squared as he shakes his head - Hythlodaeus may wish to withhold the fork a moment longer.]
The time you spent within Lord Zodiark, you mean? Aye, I knew where I might find you. What I did not know was what state I might find you in, nor what would occur should I attempt to retrieve you, nor whether you would come, having already made your decision.
Nay. My efforts were instead devoted entirely to the Rejoining, that you and everyone else might find some semblance of home to return to; as was our promise. Needless to say, we never dreamed that such a reunion would be so long in coming - not in the beginning at least.
[Another pause, and then.]
Hardly the most romantic of admissions, I confess. A paltry offering for your candor. Yet you should know that I do want you. As ever I did.
...As never I said.
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Date: 2024-05-15 10:25 pm (UTC)[The fork goes down again. A little more slowly this time, carefully placed against the edge of the quiche and its accompaniments. Hythlodaeus moves out of his chair, though it's only to shift himself (and the chair) closer to the other man's side of the table.
Once there he takes hold of Hades' hand and lifts it to his lips to gently kiss it.]
And I should be very cross with you for taking this long to finally come out with it.
[Should be. By the Star, he should be! How long had he spent wanting to have him like this? They could have been— The things they could have had. It's infuriating. Hades is infuriating.
He's utterly infuriating, and Hythlodaeus utterly adores him, through and through.]
Just kiss me, would you? Before I start to cry and embarrass us both.
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Date: 2024-05-16 02:36 pm (UTC)[It's enough to soothe even the hardest of hearts, he thinks - that sort of devotion.]
Such is your right. Though I daresay you have a most unusual way of showing it.
[Hythlodaeus doesn't seem cross. There are any number of reasons he could be, and yet he has been met only with compassion. A compassion he doesn't deserve, perhaps, but one he cannot help but yearn for.]
[Hades sighs, as if he's been holding his breath for the same span of time that he's kept this truth to himself. The backs of his fingers brush across Hythlodaeus's cheek softly, toying with the flyaway strands that curl over his ear.]
And what assurance do I have that you won't cry even if I do kiss you? But since you asked...
[He's aware enough of their surroundings. Hythlodaeus is close, his own back angled in such a way that there's little chance of most people seeing. And at the moment, a part of him isn't certain he cares. Let them see. Let them see just who - and what - he has longed for all these years.]
[He tilts Hythlodaeus's chin, his lips pressing to his. Chaste, but unhesitating.]
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Date: 2024-05-16 04:45 pm (UTC)Not too late, he would hope, and not too little.
The demand was born of impatience laced with his usual good humour. Hythlodaeus couldn't be sure what Emet-Selch's reaction might be - if he might refuse outright or politely defer the request until later - but he finds himself pleasantly surprised on all counts.
A soft touch to his cheek, the brushing back of his hair... he feels himself flush pink but doesn't dare move. He wouldn't dare even chance to give Hades cause to doubt. The tilt of his chin has him leaning in a little, eyes dipping shut and heart pounding in anticipation, and finally the moment he has desired for so long crystallises into reality.
Hythlodaeus slips a hand into the other man's hair, gripping gently against it as if to hold him in place as he presses softly into that kiss, lingering in it for as long as he possibly can. When they part his eyelashes are wet and he wipes them quickly with the heel of his hand.]
Ah-hah. I didn't cry. [He might, still. He looks elated and overwhelmed all at once.] You do know how to keep a man waiting... but as ever, you don't disappoint.
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Date: 2024-05-22 06:24 pm (UTC)[As if one taste could ever be enough.]
So you would claim when I have scarcely done anything - aside from wreck havoc on my own carefully laid plans.
[It's a mild complaint, and here he pauses, gently cupping Hythlodaeus's face. He looks as though he might let go at any moment - but he doesn't. Instead, he watches his friend, his expression lifting hopelessly - the mask slipping for just a moment into something far more tender and fond.]
You're welcome, by the way.
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Date: 2024-05-22 10:03 pm (UTC)Then his brows raise a little, his heart skipping a beat with the way his old friend's expression softens and that ever-present mask lifts just enough for him to see the fondness behind it, and he lets out a quiet 'tch'.]
Welcome, am I..? [He doesn't recall that he thanked Hades for anything, but then again...
Hythlodaeus chuckles again, gently bumping their foreheads together for a moment.]
Oh, my dear, enigmatic love. [His heart is racing now. Maybe it had never stopped.] I'll allow some measure of gratitude that you finally found your nerve. [Another little bump, softer, before he leans in to murmur very quietly beside the other man's ear.]
But once we're finished here, I'm going to intimately acquaint you with everything you've been missing out on.
[His eyes softly glowing with mirth, he pulls back, and then pointedly steals a bite of Hades' pasta dish before he moves his chair back around the table. Then, in a completely normal tone as though he had not just blatantly - and in public, however quietly -propositioned Emet-Selch moments earlier, he adds;]
Does that fit in well with your plans?
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Date: 2024-05-23 05:48 pm (UTC)My "nerve". Is that why you believe I waited so long? Because I somehow lacked the confidence to tell you outright?
[His grousing, too, is cut short, having scarcely escaped him when he feels Hythlodaeus's warm breath tickling his ear, the words seeming to hum and vibrate inside his head. He feels the tips of his ears grow hot, even as he wills his expression to careful neutrality.]
[It certainly doesn't sound like a poor offer. In fact, he scarcely needs to think about it at all with the way even his soul itself seems to shiver in interest.]
[There and gone; Emet-Selch is left to cluck his tongue at his friend's antics, staring pointedly at his now slightly less robust plate of noodles before he turns his attention back to his impish companion.]
Difficult to say, given there is now some overlap between your plans and mine. Then again, they were more of a loose guideline from the first, and not without room for revision.
[A crisp snap - fingers hidden beneath the table as Hythlodaeus's plate materializes in front of Emet-Selch. The man trims off a generous helping of the quiche with the side of his fork, depositing the crumbly pastry into his mouth, and scoots it back across the table to him. Tit for tat...and all that. He chews slowly first, contemplative.]
Yet at what point do we determine that we're finished here? I had my heart set on dessert.
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Date: 2024-05-23 08:18 pm (UTC)Hythlodaeus makes a quiet, almost dismayed sound when he hears that snap, sees his plate vanish in front of him, and then it's his turn to pout as Hades takes a (in his opinion, far too generous) sample of his own meal before returning it.
Rude. Though, endearing, all the same.]
Oh, I'm sure we can take our time, if you're not in a rush.
[He smiles again, impish.]
And by all means we can have dessert. I quite fancied the cheesecake, myself. [Oh, how easily he settles back into casual conversation after what he had suggested was on the cards for them later that evening. Not that it is easy by any means. Truth be told he'd like nothing more than to rush Hades home right this minute, but a little anticipation would surely make things sweeter later on.]
Besides, we need some time to decide whose sheets we're going to be ruining.
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Date: 2024-05-24 02:40 am (UTC)[A heavy sigh follows, a shake of his head. It is with the same sort of casual nature that Emet-Selch rests his chin on the heel of his hand - the elbow now quite brazenly propped against the table, some few ilms to the left of his plate.]
Such uncouth language, and not an onze of shame to be seen.
[With his free hand, he returns to threading noodles through his fork.]
You may return home with me. While I could hardly have predicted the exact course of the evening, I might have acted upon a number of considerations...in the event of a positive outcome, that is. Besides, it will give you another opportunity to raid my wine cabinet for some celebratory spirits. Though that is perhaps best saved for later. Much later, I should think.
[Emet-Selch blinks across the table at him as if they are settling some far more official matter than this mutual proposition of theirs.]
Is there ought else which requires discussion?
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Date: 2024-05-24 11:48 am (UTC)He returns to his meal, cutting off a bite of the quiche with the side of his fork. It really is quite delicious. A fine choice.]
Mm, I do think I would rather have all my wits about me while we... [Well. He may be uncouth but he can still show some tact. His lips curve in another mischievous smile.
No need to finish that sentence. Emet-Selch knows exactly what he's implying.
He gives his fork a little wave.]
Ought else should certainly be discussed in private, I think. I have reached my limits for brazen audacity for the moment. [Much to his friend's relief, he's quite sure.] I'm sure your preparations for this most positive of outcomes have been suitably thorough.
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Date: 2024-05-28 06:57 pm (UTC)[A short, if clear acknowledgment. Of course Emet-Selch knows what he's implying, as his thoughts had drifted in the very same direction. While he'll likely wish he had finished his plate, the pasta (tastefully prepared as it is), is starting to look far less appetizing than the man sitting across from him.]
[Emet-Selch studies the dish thoughtfully.]
I find I could get used to it - this brazen audacity of yours. Still, I'm inclined to agree. We've much ground to cover, and while one can only hope such talk is not nearly as exhaustive as your promised demonstration, I would prefer not to leave you with any unanswered questions tonight.
As for the preparations themselves, I am confident you will find them more than adequate.
[A wave of his hand as he meets that mischievous smile with one of his own.]
And if not, then I suppose we'll just have to improvise, won't we?
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Date: 2024-05-28 10:34 pm (UTC)Well then. He didn't think Hades had it in him.]
I suppose we shall. I find myself quite looking forward to it.
[Understatement of the eon. Hythlodaeus' patience lasts through the rest of their meal but does not extend to dessert, which the two of them have boxed up to go before one of them ends up saying something far too out of turn for a public setting.
He's almost giddy with anticipation when they arrive back at Emet-Selch's door and he does not wait long after entering the house before he's setting the bag containing their boxed treats down by his feet and curling his slender fingers into the other man's collar. He catches his lip slightly between his teeth as he gives the fabric a light but meaningful tug.]
Hades.
[Hythlodaeus looks up at the man from under his eyelashes.]
I have waited long enough.
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Date: 2024-05-29 03:39 am (UTC)[The quip is unnecessary, truly. A force of habit to fill the silence left in the wake of Hythlodaeus's...demand. For what else can he call such a firm assertion, one which leaves no room for misinterpretation? Hades's eyes are nearly blinding in the dim light of his living area. Here, there is no one else around to see, no one else around to hear, and little need to keep up any manner of appearance - save perhaps for his own pride.]
[Pride which, at the moment, is nearly drowned out by the way his own blood quickens in his veins, by just what those words do to him - and how much.]
[Hades takes a step forward, his hand sliding up the back of Hythlodaeus's spine as he meets that gaze, as he leans down - the what? scarcely an ilm or two between them - to kiss him again properly. He doesn't quite give in to the tug, however. Perhaps he's testing his luck - or gauging Hythlodaeus's desperation.]
[Still, the time for waiting is over, and so Hades speaks frankly, his breath still warm against Hythlodaeus's mouth.]
Tell me how you want me.
We should at least set the stage for the rest of the evening, should we not?
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Date: 2024-05-29 04:01 am (UTC)He's hardly so shy that he's going to falter now. That kiss is answered hungrily, leaned up into as he keeps his grip on the other man's collar, and he just about manages not to whine when Hades draws away from him.
'Tell me how you want me.', he says, and Hythlodaeus' brain locks down for a moment. How is he supposed to answer that question? He has so many fantasies he scarcely has the words to describe them.]
I want to undress you. [Hythlodaeus tells him after a few moments of thought. His hands trail down the other man's chest with idle slowness.] And take my time to explore every inch of your skin.
[He inhales. His breathing shakes.]
I want you to touch me until all I can think about is you. I don't want to have a single thought in my head save for your name. [A button slides open under his thumb. He looks up at Hades again, meeting his eyes.] I want you to take me and I don't want you to tease too much. Not this time. I want to be yours, Hades, in every way you would mark me as such.
[That same hand moves up again, sliding into Hades' hair, gently combing through it.]
And I want you to be mine. I want to carve my love for you into your skin until it aches. [He's almost whispering, his eyes soft but earnest, meaning every word.]
I want you to make love to me like you've waited twelve thousand years to do it.
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Date: 2024-05-30 01:52 pm (UTC)[Honest answers beget honest answers. There's no place for grumbling or teasing here, no room for misunderstanding. Idas has laid his heart bare. How then can he respond with anything less?]
[Hades exhales slowly, as if all of the tension and bluster is being evicted. He doesn't so much move, and yet he presses forward, ever so slightly, into that touch, lifting an arm to wind his fingers around the hand now combing through his hair - but doesn't stop its trajectory.]
What other way is there, love? Doubt you the span of years, or the breadth of my affection? 'Tis the only way I would know how to please you, and yet I could not tell you what such a thing would look like even if you asked me to.
[Hades meets his eyes.]
I would have you laid out beneath me with your hair tumbling across the pillows, your face cast in shadow so that I might drown myself in the color of your eyes. I would have you over me, leant forward so I may watch your delight and your ecstasy.
You speak of the flesh, and yet it is an ephemeral, borrowed thing. Yet if I were to mark you, I would engrave my love upon your very soul, so that you would never again have reason to doubt.
[He plucks the hand gently from his hair, presses his lips to the back of Hythlodaeus's hand before pressing it between his own. His gaze drifts, briefly, towards the door of his bedroom suite - still slightly ajar, with a warm, inviting golden glow spilling through the cracks.]
So go on. Explore to your heart's content. And perhaps in so doing you will see fit to lead me into sweet delirium, or drive me to the edge of tears. Mayhaps both at the same time.
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