I get a little bit Genghis Khan

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[ There have been continents and decades passed between when Ajay and Pagan knew each other. Happily, Ajay’s time in Kyrat to date has made Pagan very aware of at least one thing they still share; a flair for the dramatic. Such a flair is probably at least partly to blame for why it’s been night on impossible for Pagan to get a message to Ajay about meeting without Ajay dramatically disposing of the messenger. There’s the radio, of course, but Pagan doesn’t quite trust that nobody is listening in, and it wouldn’t do to have any of those delightful little monkeys decide to try and off Ajay for fraternizing with the enemy. So he lays the groundwork, plants the idea – ends one of his rambling calls with I’ll have to have you to dinner, sometime, and leaves it at that.

Then it’s terribly easy to have Ajay scooped up after those awful little tourists send him out on a jaunt on one of their experimental substances – god, a look at the two of them and it’s easy to remember why, accent aside, he is far more likely to present himself as of Hong Kong than of England – and brought back to the palace. Of course, he’s high as a bloody kite, and Pagan is rather proud of the delicacies he’s acquired for their little soiree a deux, so he has Ajay sequestered in a private room to recover. There is a fully stocked ensuite attached, which Pagan prays Ajay will use, and his clothes are filthy so Pagan has them ferreted away to be washed (and in some cases, mended) and a selection more suited to dinner with a King left for Ajay to choose from – a classic black tuxedo, a rather dashing and elaborately embroidered kurta set, several beautiful suits in an array of colours, even a selection of wonderful blazers and (please no) designer jeans, should that prove more within Ajay’s comfort zone. And, most importantly, a gilt invitation to dinner on thick, creamy-coloured card waiting for him on the bedside table when he wakes.

It might be sensible to have Ajay’s weapons removed, too. For maintenance, he could say. It would be a terrible, tragic loss if Ajay Ghale, son of Mohan and great hope of the Golden Path, were to suffer a sticky trigger while facing down a tiger, after all. But Pagan Min is not a sensible man, and so he chooses to give preference to the semi he gets thinking about an immaculately dressed Ajay vaulting the table to hold a pistol to Pagan’s temple rather than common sense.

After all, for Pagan Min to host a dull dinner would be unthinkable. ]

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[ The faster pace is incredible, but what gets him - what tips him over the edge - is the sound Ajay makes. It feels wonderful, of course - that little hum - but it sounds like encouragement, like Ajay wants Pagan to come as much as Pagan does, like he needs it, at the thought tears through him severs any remaining thread of control. He can feel it coiling up inside him, the pressure that had been building steadily coming to that point of exquisite tension before the dam bursts. ]

Ajay, Ajay - oh, fuck -

[ It takes him like a wave knocking an unwary swimmer under. For a moment all he knows is the churning pleasure of it, his pulse thudding in his ears, the force of his orgasm thundering through him. The hand in Ajay's hair tightens rudely and involuntarily, pulling as he cries out in pleasure. ]

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[ if it were any other situation, anyone else, ajay might object to the way pagan's hand tightens in his hair and keeps him from pulling off. but instead, something about it sends a pulse of heat through him, and his answer to it is a muffled moan around pagan's dick.

in truth, it helps that he never had any intentions of pulling back from the jump; he swallows greedily around the older man as if it's a treat, his eyes closing for a long few moments as he concentrates on the task at hand. and when he finally pulls away, he exhales in a pant, sinking back until he's sitting on the floor and reaching up to drag a hand across his mouth.

it's only now that he realizes the whole thing looks a little like a murder scene -- he's managed to smear blood on the couch, on pagan's slacks, and now? a streak of warpaint across his own face.

well, fuck it. worth it. ]

... so this isn't exactly how I was expecting this whole thing to go.

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[ Listen, it might be rude, but if Ajay has been going around giving blowjobs like that he's probably no stranger to having to wait a few

long

moments

for Pagan's mind to come back online. Pagan has heard people described as being able to suck someone's brain out through their dick, but never until now has he had reason to consider that it might actually be true. So it's a while, his breath coming heavy and hard as his soul returns from a universe of wow and into his body, before he looks at Ajay and smiles, fond and warm but stunned. ]

No, I - it wasn't quite how I'd planned.

[ There's a handkerchief in his pocket. Or a pocket square, more accurately - a fine silk thing, designed for show rather than for actual use. When Pagan feels like he can move again (and after delicately tucking himself back into his trousers), it's that pocket square that he whips out, droping to the floor in front of Ajay to catch up his hand and give it a sort of makeshift bandaging. Yes, there's plenty in the palace that would do a better job, but not without leaving the room, and Pagan isn't quite prepared to do that yet. If whatever this was is some kind of... library-based magic bubble, a spell taking place under the watchful eye of Chuck Tingle, perhaps, Pagan isn't ready for it to end. ]

With your hand all bloody. [ He tuts. ] There are people who'd consider it a challenge to appear dramatic and reckless next to me, you know.

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[ pagan smiles at him like that, and ajay’s heart just a little flip-flop in his chest that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with —

fuck.

he’s still trying to process it when pagan kneels down in front of him and wraps up his hand, and that is not helping whatever stupid emotional dysfunction ajay is currently suffering. plus, he’s still sitting here with his pants open and his dick out, and his attempts to fumble an improvement to that situation aren’t exactly successful. ]

You don’t — [ he’s more embarrassed about having his hand seen to than he was to get down on his knees and suck the guy’s dick. ] I mean, it’s not a big deal. If Kyrat hasn’t killed me, a glass probably can’t do it.

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Hush. Let a silly old man have his little flights of fancy. And in case you're wondering, yes, "old" is one of those things where I can say it about myself but won't tolerate it from someone else.

[ And yes, he notices Ajay's attempt to tidy himself away, and it draws his attention to the... non-soft state of him. And yes, Pagan could attempt to wrangle Ajay back into his designer jeans, but he pauses, takes a breath. Summons his courage, thought he wouldn't admit that part is asked. ]

As I mentioned, there's a room made up for you here where you're welcome to rest and recharge any time you like.

[ And then, just a little more cautiously - as close as he gets to nervously, because it costs his something to ask this and risk a no - ]

There's also my own suite, where you'd be more than welcome to join me.

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[ at least the “old” comment gets a little snort of laughter out of him, even if it doesn’t entirely paper over the embarrassment. but he also can’t deny that it’s nice to be taken care of, to have someone that wants to do it without asking anything in return, and —

then? that.

his eyes snap up to pagan’s face instantly, searching as if he’s expecting to see something in the other man’s expression. and then he swallows, shifts his weight — it’s hard to deal with how much he wants to, that’s the thing. he’s never been the kind of person to get caught up in a one night stand (and that’s what this has to be, right?), and here he is, waltzing his way through what may as well be a minefield. every sensible bone in his body is screaming absolutely not, but when he opens his mouth, what comes out is — ]

… yeah, okay. [ quietly, almost shy. ]

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[ Oh, thank fuck. It's nothing, in the scale of things - he knows that, it can't be, these young people have all sorts of modern ideas about sex positivity, and even back in Hong Kong Pagan himself thought absolutely nothing of allowing that night's fuck to stay the night so there would be a nice warm body in his bed to be turfed out with cab fare in the morning. He'd like to blame it on the loneliness of his rule making him sentimental, but it's more than that. Dangerous to admit, dangerous to even think, but somehow the space Ajay had occupied in his heart has gotten all twisted sideways, and -

no. Don't think about it. Don't ruin it before morning breaks and this blossoming rose of romance turns into a rotting pumpkin, you silly old fuck. ]

Marvelous. Well, since you've already shown me something this evening, allow me to show you to my quarters.

[ He does tuck Ajay in now, making sure to give him a wink as he grasps his dick in the hope it doesn't come off too paternalistic, standing and offering him a hand up despite the fact that he knees are still a little fawnishly shaky after such a sensational blowjob. ]

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[ welp. he wasn't expecting pagan's hand on his dick again, so there's a little jolt of surprise and then an immediate flush in response. but! it's way better than walking through the halls of the palace with his dick out, so...

... no, he isn't gonna thank the guy for getting him squared away. that's too awkward, even for him.

instead, he takes that hand to pull himself to his feet, letting go again so he can make some sort of effort at straightening out his clothes and not looking like a guy who just had a heavy petting session in a library. then, with more confidence than he feels: ]

Lead the way.

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[ Pagan's suite isn't far, but the walk is excruciating. Every step is one in which Ajay has time to realize how messed up the whole scenario is, to turn around and leave. It's also a step closer to what Pagan suspects is already undoable - he's letting himself fall again. And yet none of that concern stop his from wanting to stop as they walk, to press Ajay up against the nearest wall and kiss him breathless all over again. He's sure he must say something along the way - he's almost pathologically incapable of silence, even when it's what's called for - but it's a blur until he pushes the door open. It's a little more restrained than the rest of the palace - still luxurious, of course, designed for comfort in those times when he feels the need to lock himself away even more than usual - but here the carved wood of his bed and furniture isn't inlaid with gold, the silks are soft rather than stiff with intricate embroidery. ]

Bathroom is through there. Bed, obviously, is right here. Make yourself at home.

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[ honestly, ajay is just relieved that they don't run into anyone else during their little trip through the halls. not that he cares about his reputation amongst pagan's staff and security -- okay, maybe he cares a little. it's just, a guy has to have some level of pride, and he's not sure he's ready to throw all of that away and be known as pagan min's late-night booty call.

but no, they get to pagan's bedroom without encountering any other sets of prying eyes, and...

... fuck, now what?

maybe they should just jump right back into making out? at least that was remarkably easy, and ajay's brain seemed content enough to shut the fuck up and just go with the flow. but somehow, he can't come up with something confident and suave enough to just drive things back in that direction, so... well. he clears his throat, barely restrains the urge to fidget with the cuffs of his blazer, and: ]

Guess I should, uh. Wash up a little.

[ getting off the blood smeared everywhere has go to be an improvement, right? so he slides past pagan and into the bathroom, taking just a few moments to goggle at the biggest bathtub he's ever seen and a shower with (count 'em) six separate shower heads before he finally remembers his purpose here. then he shrugs the blazer off his shoulder and ditches it in a heap on the floor, using one of the sinks to scrub the blood drying on his hands and arms.

the sound of the water doesn't entirely drown out the mantra of what the fuck are you doing here ajay that's starting to pick up at the back of his head, but it helps a little. ]

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[ Ajay goes straight through to the bathroom, and for a long moment Pagan just stands where he is, a flurry of horny turmoil. Should he wait? Should he move to the bed? Pagan may have just recently said that he doesn't know Ajay anymore, but he gets the distinct feeling that Ajay is unlikely to be impressed by Pagan shedding his clothes and waiting nude on the bed for him - and Pagan Min is vain, but there's something about that move that does seem a little like presenting one's paint-by-numbers garden scene to Claude Monet.

In the end, he just follows Ajay through to the bathroom. It's terrible - just tasteless, really - but there's something very sexy about the way Ajay is washing off. Just... standing in a palace bathroom, bespoke blazer puddled on the floor, scrubbing off as casually as if he's just fixed a car. And yes, for once the blood is his own and not the result of a path of destruction carved through people trying to kill him, but the connection is there and it's very appealing.

Well, Pagan got everything he has by being brazen. Why not this too? He grabs a washcloth, passes it under the flow of water, uses it to swipe (mostly ineffectually) at Ajay's cheek, and then leans in for another kiss. Will Ajay immediately see through the fact that Pagan would have kissed him with blood on his face anyway? Probably. He'll worry about whether he's going to get away with this before he starts nitpicking. ]

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[ in truth, there is a not-so-small part of ajay that is wondering whether he should try clambering out one of the windows in here. the terrible thing about making horny decisions is that you have to deal with them afterwards -- and it's just starting to hit him, the idea that he's, what, supposed to wake up next to this guy in bed tomorrow? chat about how pagan used to be with ajay's mom over breakfast, then go back to trying to kill him by lunch? or no, maybe he's just supposed to move into the palace now and play domestic with a dictator, letting everyone else sort out their own fucking war?

shit. shit.

and then, almost like pagan heard his thoughts from outside the door and has decided its in his best interest to derail them, the man waltzes in, makes a half-hearted swipe at the blood on ajay's face, and then proceeds to kiss him again.

really, it's fucking stupid how easy that makes everything seem again. pagan's mouth on his promptly wipes out the part of ajay's brain that's trying to think rationally about any of this, and he's more than happy to let tomorrow-ajay sort out how fucking messy all of this is. he reaches up to grab a fistful of one of pagan's jacket lapels, making a low noise in his throat as he deepens the kiss. ]

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[ Oh, thank fuck for that. There was still a part of Pagan that was convinced this would be the point at which Ajay dodged the kiss and said said actually, no, but here he is, kissing back, apparently still just as much in stupid and boner-driven mode as Pagan likes to tell himself he is. Better yet, he makes a little noise in his throat that's almost a growl and if Pagan was having doubts about his recovery time before they are certainly soothed now.

He takes a moment just to properly enjoy the kiss, the heat of their mouths together and the way it seems to spill down through his whole body, before he nips at Ajay's lip and pulls back just far enough to speak. ]

You're as clean as I need you to be. If that's not up to your own standards, my shower is certainly big enough to accommodate two. I'd offer you a bath, only I'm not sure I could wait long enough for it to fill.

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[ pagan pulls back from the kiss, and there's a moment where ajay almost forgets himself long enough to chase after it, but -- ]

I kinda get the feeling that you like me better dirty.

[ ... which is the kind of line he's probably going to wake up mortified about tomorrow, but that's another problem for future-ajay. present-ajay shifts so that he's able to sit himself on the edge of the bathroom counter, then tugs pagan into him again for another one of those kisses. it's hungry and demanding -- trying to coax the same out of pagan, wanting everything that isn't this to burn away in the wake of the fire between them. ]

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Oh, fuck.

[ Pagan didn't actually intend to say that out loud, laced with the kind of warm laughter that gives away his kid-at-christmas excitement over the whole situation. There's room for him to hope Ajay missed it pulling him into that kiss, and he does his damndest to make sure that's true - hard, hot, hungry, even as he has to go hands-free for a moment to tug his blazer off and let it fall to the floor behind him. It's wonderful to be able to place his hands back on Ajay and feel him without his blazer, his body warm and firm under Pagan's touch - but that only prompts him to further greed and he starts popping buttons, intent on getting his hands on bare flesh. ]

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[ honestly, pagan gets away with it only because ajay isn’t sure which one of them says the words out loud. the way pagan kisses him is enough to make his blood molten in his veins, and he’s helpless to stop the low, pleased sound that rumbles out of him in response.

but pagan’s fingers plucking at his buttons is a pretty good source of inspiration, and ajay is quick to do the same. then, once he’s gotten the shirt off, he shoves it roughly off the older man’s shoulders — sliding his hands appreciatively down a chest and torso that’s surprisingly trim, given that he assumed pagan didn’t do much other than lay around the palace and call him up on the radio. ]

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[ Pagan hums into the kiss as Ajay touches him, the way his hands move over Pagan's skin so good it almost feels as if it's tingling in their wake. He repays it in kind, mapping out the taut planes of Ajay's muscle with a near-reverent hunger. It makes him bolder, and he grabs Ajay's hips to pull him in closer, pressing them flush against each other. ]

I see all that running around you're doing is paying off. What a treat you are.

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[ he sucks in a sharp breath as pagan presses their hips flush together, but it melts back out of them as a low laugh at the comment that follows. ]

Careful. [ scraping his teeth along the older man's jaw with a low hum. ] I'm going to start wondering about your ulterior motives.

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[ Cheeky. But he likes that. It's another part of Ajay he didn't know about, and it delights him. ]

Would you believe me if I said the most I was hoping for is an inappropriate erection if you showed up in the tux?

[ But the burr of his teeth there is wonderful, wonderful, and inspiring - he tips his head, offering up the stretch of his neck, wanting to feel it there. Less risky for Pagan than is was for Ajay, certainly, but suddenly he wants it very badly. ]

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Yeah, right. Who did you think you kidnapped, James Bond?

[ it was the blazer and jeans or waltz in there naked, and the blazer only barely won out.

but the way pagan tips his head back is a clear enough invitation, and ajay makes a low sound as he kisses his way down the line of the older man's throat. nips teasingly at the hollow there, but it's just an unsatisfying scrape of teeth. ] Almost like you want something.

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I think it's safe to say I got the inappropriate erection anyway.

[ But then Ajay teases him, and...

holy shit.

How long has it been since he actually had to ask something? How long has it been since what he wanted wasn't immediately his, by virtue of his position and power? Too long. It's strange and unfamiliar and exhilirating. ]

I do. Want something.

[ He could just say it. Or he could lean in, let himself have this experience he hasn't had in so long, and see if he likes it as much as he's starting to suspect he might. ]

I want you to bite down. I want you leave your mark on my skin. Deep enough that I have it days from now. Will you?

[ Come on, Pagan. All in. ]

Please?

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[ okay, well. ajay had mostly been expecting to ruffle pagan's feathers by making him ask for it out loud, so that (and his own reaction to it) catch him more than a little off-guard. but the plume of heat it sends through him is a demanding and immediate thing -- pagan's hair is too short to do much with, but it's just long enough for ajay to be able to get a fistful of it and pull his head back to expose his throat even further. and then he sinks his teeth into that tender spot with a low growl of want; not enough to break the skin, but enough so that the ring of his teeth will be stamped clearly there for anyone to see. and then, just for good measure, he lingers over the spot and sucks, drawing blood to the surface of the skin and making sure the area is flushed and bruised. ]

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Fuck!

[ Pagan has never let anyone do this to him, so it's something of a shock. Ajay bites down and it fucking hurts, but not for long - almost immediately there's a wave of something else that kicks in, pumping through him and embarrassingly making him melt in Ajay's grip until he's almost limp but for the way his hands are clutching at the younger man. He has just enough presence of mind to keep himself standing, and when it's done he laughs softly, buries his face against Ajay's shoulder as he sucks in a breath. ]

Well. I see what all the fuss is about.

[ Too tender? He turns his face, licks a line up the side of Ajay's throat to try and mask it. ]

[vaaris]

[ if ajay is entirely honest, he's never done that to anyone else. never really had the urge to have anyone do it to him, either, so...

... okay, when it comes to hooking up with dictactors, maybe that's a small entry on his list of firsts.

still. he gets the reaction. and he presses an open-mouthed kiss against the bite mark, feeling a flush of pride despite himself at the sight of it blooming on pagan's skin. he kind of gets the idea that pagan would do one of those televised press conferences with it visible if ajay asked him to -- fuck, he'd probably tell the whole country who gave it to him -- and the idea is... weirdly, kind of a turn on? ]

Maybe we should, uh. Relocate? [ which does not come out remotely suave, but he can't pull off take me to bed with a straight face, and perching on his counter is making his ass go numb. ]

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Yes. Yes, of course.

[ It's quiet, vaguely stunned, because for a moment Pagan just pauses to press his fingers to the mark where Ajay's mouth was - he can still feel it, like it's pulsing - before he gathers himself properly, takes a step back, and gives Ajay a sharp and lascivious smile. ]

Come to bed with me.

[ He wants to lead Ajay there by the hand. Instead, he just walks there, leaving their clothes discarded on the bathroom floor, removing and dropping his belt along the way. There isn't room for worry about what the fuck he thinks he's playing at any more - just desire, hot and urgent and eliminating any concern about looking silly when he crawls onto the bed and turns to hungrily watch Ajay do the same. ]