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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[vaaris]

[ pagan shifts his hips just so, and it matches perfectly with the way ajay rolls down against that next thrust, and -- oh.

the next sound that gets wrenched out of him is a sharp cry, head snapping back against the pillows and body arching up underneath pagan's. forgetting entirely that the absolutely last thing he wants is for anyone else in the palace to know what they're doing -- forgetting, honestly, that there's anyone else worth worrying about except the two of them. ]

Pagan -- [ the blunt ends of his nails raking down pagan's back, leaving little pink lines of pressure in their wake. ] Again, more. I want it, I want you.

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[ Well, if that isn't inspirational. Honestly, Ajay doesn't even need to ask - he cries out, the loudest Pagan's ever heard him in any situation, body moving to meet Pagan's and nails burning a lines of want down Pagan's back and Pagan gets lost in it. All his concern, all his desire to be careful with Ajay sizzles away in the combined need to feel more of that and to give Ajay what he's asking for.

So he does - props himself up a little, as much as he can without letting go of Ajay's hand or getting out of kissing range. Faster, now, building a rhythm and groaning at glorious pressure of Ajay around him. ]

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[ pagan moves to give ajay exactly what he'd asked for, and fuck. the pleasure is as powerful and insistent as the current of a kyrati river -- the kind that can sweep you miles downstream before you can struggle free, that can drag you down into the dangerous deep if your footing isn't sure. but ajay's willing to let himself get lost in it, lost in this -- he gives himself over to it, greedy for as much of that pleasure as his body can chase.

the sounds coming out of him are nearly senseless now, a nonsensical stream of pagan and please and feels good feels good feels good. every thrust sends pleasure singing up his spine, buzzing in his skull and burning molten hot in his belly, and it's good. ]

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Yes. Ajay, you're perfect - so good, so good -

[ It's intoxicating. It feels amazing, better than anything he can remember, and every inward thrust into Ajay bursts through him like fireworks if fireworks were something that built, and built, and built until the whole sky was hung with light and colour. And it's all the better for the way Ajay responds, almost babbling, every sound he makes just adding another sparklerburst of need to it. It's a shame that they can;t do this forever - just the two of them, this closeness, this pleasure.

He wants it forever. Wants to keep Ajay, keep everything about this. It's a train of thought he daren't follow, so instead he cranes to kiss Ajay again, hard and hot as the thrust of his hips keeps its steady pace. ]

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[ more, he wants to say. say my name, keep telling me i'm good, don't stop.

but pagan leans down and kisses him, cuts off the words before they can even begin, and maybe that's for the best. he's already being reduced to enough of a mess without adding begging to it, and at least the kiss is something he can pour himself into, all that heat and desire and need.

it's just -- it's not quite enough.

and he acts on the impulse almost as soon as it seizes him; uses his body weight and the leg he has around pagan's body for leverage enough to flip them, until pagan's the one with his back against the mattress and ajay's on top. honestly, if he had the functioning braincells left, he'd probably be proud of himself for pulling that off without dislodging pagan from inside of him or letting go of the other man's hand, but. instead, he just gets right to riding him with barely even a hitch in their rhythm, head thrown back and mouth open as he pants. ]

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Oh, fuck!

[ Pagan laughs, delighted with this turn of events, but it doesn't last long - all the breath he needs for it stolen by feel of it. It's deeper like this, every inch of him buried inside that tight heat, and the sight of Ajay above him -

it's the first time he's actually inclined to believe all that twaddle about the Tarun Matara being a goddess on earth, because Ajay looks like a demigod. All that golden skin bared for him, glowing with a light sheen of sweat, all those lean, taut muscles moving fluidly as he chases his pleasure, the arch of his throat. What can Pagan do but worship him? ]

Ajay, Ajay. Beautiful. Perfect, you feel so - so perfect -

[ Too perfect. It's not going to be long now, not with Ajay looking the way he does, moving the way he is, and Pagan has just enough presence of mind to try and get a hand around Ajay's cock before he closes his eyes and prays for a few more precious seconds in which to get Ajay off before what he can already tell is going to be the kind of orgasm that wipes him out for the night, longstanding relationship with insomnia or no. ]

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[ he shudders at that praise, at the sound of his name, an answering moan spilling up and out of him. he can tell just from the trembling tautness of the body beneath his that pagan must be close, and the thought drives him on, speeds his pace --

but he catches pagan's hand at the wrist when the other man tries to move it to his dick, flashing him a wild little grin in lieu of any proper explanation. in truth? he doesn't need it, not with pagan this good inside him, driving up into all the spots that need it most, and the peak is always a little harder to touch but so much more worth it when he can get there like this.

almost, almost there --

and then his next downward roll of his hips matches up just right with the way pagan ruts up into him, and his orgasm hits him in a bright burst of pleasure. his spine snaps back into an arch, every muscle tight and trembling, and the way he cries out pagan's name is going to leave little doubt in anyone's mind how they've spent the evening. ]

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[ Pagan is confused whan Ajay grabs his wrist, confused enough to open his eyes and catch that feral little grin. And that alone would be dangerous in how it makes Ajay look - like he is a god, one whose domain is pleasure and knows just how well he rules it - except that it's only a few more moments and wild, helpless thrusts of his hips to meet Ajay's body over him, and Ajay's coming. And Pagan feels it before he sees the obvious evidence, in the way Ajay's body clenches and pulses around him, dragging him helplessly under that wave of pleasure right along with him. He makes a sound that starts out as Ajay's name but gets lost in a helpless garble of need as the feeling rolls through him, over and over, wringing him out until he barely has the energy to reach shaky hands upward and pull Ajay down to him. Because he needs that - needs the closeness, needs the feeling of Ajay against him, warm and real and perfect. ]

Ajay. My god.

[ Is he exclaiming, or vowing dedication? Both. Even he knows it's both. ]

[vaaris]

[ he's already sinking down onto pagan when the older man reaches up to pull him close, and he hums out a warm, drowsy little laugh in response to the sound of his name wrapped up in so much reverence. for a moment, he thinks that he should roll off, but... fuck it. he drapes himself over pagan like a human blanket instead, tucks his forehead up against pagan's temple, and lets every cord of muscle in his body go loose and lazy. let pagan shove him off if he's too heavy. ]

Try building me a temple, and I'll blow it up. [ but the smile is evident in his voice, warm and easy. ]

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A temple. Now there's an idea.

[ Oh, he loves that. That it's done and there's still warmth in Ajay's voice, still room for laughter. And yes, he's heavy, but in a good way. It's comforting and warm. He can feel Ajay's heart thudding in his chest, and he's grateful that Ajay hasn't rolled off him because the feeling of still being tucked inside him is a comfort, too. ]

Would you still blow it up if I never tell anyone what inspired it? Religion can be such a comfort to the masses. They don't need to know they're worshiping your ability to fuck a man's brains out.

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[ he huffs a little laugh at that, because it's impossible not to imagine sabal and his ilk in a place like that. the looks on their faces when they found out what the temple was actually supposed to represent -- maybe it makes him a dick, given that sabal's never been anything but nice to him, but it is funny. ]

You'd sneak something dirty in there. [ he only really knows pagan via the occasional rambling radio call and this one whirlwind of an evening, but somehow he still feels absolutely confident in the assertion. ] A mural or something. Hieroglyphics porn.

[ and, huh. look at that, they're still holding hands. if it was toeing the line of too much before, it's probably several yards over it by now -- but ajay just sweeps his thumb absently over pagan's skin instead of moving to tug away. ]

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You underestimate me. A scale replica of your dick, surely. Cast in gold. If only the masses deserved to see it! Unfortunately for my burgeoning career in religious iconography design, they do not.

[ It's definitely too soon to announce that he'd quite like to be the one seeing Ajay's dick for the rest of his life, so he keeps that little nugget to himself, just smiling at the thought of it and the slow brush of Ajay's thumb over his hand. It's lovely to be like this, still entwined, and he turns his face until he can brush a little kiss over Ajay's skin. ]

I don't want to rush you into any decisions, but the kitchens really do turn out excellent breakfasts. Even if I usually take mine at noon.

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Historians would find it a thousand years from now and figure it was the world's most expensive dildo. [ another snort, which is rude as hell when someone is turning their face to kiss you, but he can't help it. ] My dick would be stuck in a museum forever.

[ but.

oh.

the invitation makes him freeze in surprise, but only for a minute. and then, softly: ] ... it's okay if I stay?

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[ That's a little heartbreaking, really. Terrifying, at first, given the way Ajay briefly freezes up, but then that question, so quiet and vulnerable. It's no secret that the bloody Golden Path have been hammering home that Ajay is welcome so long as he's serving a purpose, but Pagan hates that apparently he'd assumed this was no different. He strokes fingers through Ajay's hair, gentle, and his voice is quiet when he answers. ]

I'm very much hoping you will.

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[ stupid, how the invitation wedges a lump in his throat. but it's been so long since he's been welcome without any reservations, since someone threw open the doors for him and wanted to welcome him home. and maybe pagan isn't saying all of that, but there's a warmth in his voice -- ]

... Yeah. I'd like that.

[ bundling a little closer into their shared bubble of body heat, reaching out to trace the sweep of one of pagan's collarbones with his fingers. ] And it's okay if I'm... here?

[ in pagan's bed, he means. not bundled off to some guest room, like a regret, a mistake. ]

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[ The meaning in that is clear enough, and Pagan can't help himself. He presses a kiss against Ajay's temple, something soft lingering, meant to reassure. ]

Right here. Well, perhaps slightly to the left. Lovely as this feels right now I'm not sure I'd wake up with feeling in my limbs if you spent the night literally on top of me.

[ To make it clear that Ajay is welcome on top of him just a little longer, Pagan sweeps fingertips up the length of his spine. ]

You can stay here as long as you like, Ajay. In the palace, generally, and if you'd like... [ it's too much, he knows it's took much, but he can't help himself. ] specifically here. With me.

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[ well, that's the last lingering thread of doubt addressed. (for tonight, at least.) and the relief is obvious in the way he unspools, any trace of tension melting back out of him. ]

Okay. S'good. [ it's not that simple, and they both know it. kyrat and her people have gotten their hooks in ajay's heart, and he can't just hole himself up here and pretend the world outside isn't happening forever. but for now? it's enough. it's more than enough. to be safe and warm and wanted. ] I like it here.

[ nuzzling up against pagan's temple, the drowsy burr coming back into his voice. ] I think I might like you, too.

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[ Oh, that's lovely. That's more like it; the tension leaving Ajay's body until he's draped over Pagan again, the warm and sleepy tone of his voice. And despite what Paagn just said about Ajay not sleeping on top of him, he hasn't the heart to try and move him. Just a little longer can't hurt. If nothing else, Pagan's dick will finally soften enough to work its way out, which is seems like it'll be disgusting enough to break the spell without any help. ]

I like you too, my boy. Very much. Very much indeed.

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[ he'll move in just a minute. shift off of pagan and find a position that'll make sleeping more comfortable for both of them. in just a minute, yeah. it won't hurt to stay like this for just a little longer, with pagan's fingertips sweeping slowly up and down his spine and the lull of the other man's body heat against his skin.

and he's still telling himself that when he falls off that cliff's edge into sleep. ]

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[ how long has it been since ajay's slept soundly through the night? before his mom got sick, he's sure -- after, the nights were spent worrying or curled up in hospital chairs made with everything but comfort in mind. and then once she'd died, the apartment had become loud in its quiet, screaming her absence at him from every corner, until maybe he'd fled halfway around the world with her urn in his arms just to get away from it.

and then? kyrat, who wore him down to the bone and then made him afraid to sleep for the nightmares that would all-but-inevitably come. kyrat, who jerks him awake with squawks on the radio, someone else needing help, sabal's voice sounding just as tired as his when he says please brother, the sounds of gunfire beating a staccato against the echoes of the mountains.

pretty fucking weird, then, that the place he ends up being able to sleep is in the bed of the man he was doing the world a favor by trying to kill.

he's not even sure what actually wakes him up. the first thing he thinks is too early, but no, when he forces his eyes halfway open and blinks against the grit in them, the sunlight spilling through the big windows has the warmth of mid-morning. strange that there isn't the disorienting whirl of where am i that he might have been expecting; he just feels warm and sleepy and safe, more than willing to duck his head back down into the pillows and --

but there it is again. a soft clatter and a bustle of motion that had stirred him, and he reaches up an arm to scrub at his eyes as he turns to see what's -- ]

Jesus Christ.

[ instantly, painfully awake, as if someone had doused him in freezing water.

because there, by the bed, is a kyrati woman attending to a tray of what must be breakfast, tucking away cloches and pouring juice and fussing over her presentation. at ajay's outburst, she turns and beams at him, saying something that he thinks might be good morning, absolutely nonplussed by the sight of an unmistakably naked terrorist in her boss's bed. then she turns and goes right back to finishing up, as if this is the most normal morning in the world.

ajay, for his part, is doing his absolute damndest to shrink slowly beneath the sheets like a turtle huddling back into its shell. when he'd considered the awkwardness of a morning after, this hadn't even been a factor. ]

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Don't worry, she doesn't mind. Do you, dear? Thank you, that's very nice. You may go.

{ honestly Pagan had thought Ajay mitth sleep through it. God knows he'd slept like a log through the night; Pagan had woken several times, but unlike normal when he'd then write the evening off as a lost cause he'd decided to just enjoy Ajay's presence and unfailingly, every time, the other man's warmth and steady breathing had lulled him back to sleep. It's a gift. He can only hope he'll be allowed to treasure it just a little longer.

He smiles, presses a kiss to Ajay's temple. ]

Good morning.

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[ clearly, he's fallen through some crack in the universe in the middle of the night and woken up in an alternate universe. one where it's business as usual for the king of kyrat and the guy who's been trying his damndest to blow him up to be tangled up naked in bed together, and one where pagan speaks warmly to his staff instead of shrieking at them the way he's always doing to that poor gary guy over the radio.

it's all a bit too much to process.

but pagan smiling at him, pressing a kiss to his temple, it soothes the finer points of his mortification. especially once the woman has gone and it's just the two of them again, morning sunlight and the smell of breakfast warming up the room. he could get used to this, he thinks -- and more than that, maybe he wants to. ]

Mm. [ he throws an arm back over pagan's middle, presses a drowsy, open-mouthed kiss to the older man's shoulder. ] Yeah, it is.

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[ Well, it's lovely to see the clinginess that presented itself overnight hasn't evaporated with morning's light, and Pagan doesn't even bother to hide his happy little hum when Ajay slings an arm over him. He'd almost forgotten what this was like - waking up in the morning in bed with someone you're very attracted to, whom all evidence suggests is also attracted to you. It had been a long time since anyone touched him in lust - even longer since someone touched him with affection. It's a wonderful feeling. ]

And how are you feeling this morning, my boy?

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[ like this, pressed close together, pagan's voice is a rumble that ajay can feel as much as he can hear. almost like the purr of a great big cat, and ajay likes it. tucks himself up a little closer, even as he hooks a foot around one of the legs of the cart containing their breakfast. ]

Depends. On what they --

[ but he's cut off as he pulls the tray close enough to see what's on it, because. it's? honestly? the most american shit he's ever seen. bacon and eggs and buttered toast on one plate, pancakes stacked high and gleaming with syrup on another, and a bowl of what any self-respecting american kid would recognize as fruit loops (even if ajay's mom never actually let him eat the stuff). and just in case none of the other offerings hit the spot? there's a little square package of cellophane that promises pop tarts. ]

I -- [ there are a profound few moments of silence as he takes all of this in, and processes the fact that there is no fucking way this just happens to be the kind of breakfast pagan eats on the daily. ] ... are you trying to seduce me with breakfast?

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No! My dear boy, I would never be so crass.

[ Ajay is right on the money, thought. This is not Pagan's usual breakfast. Pagan's usual breakfast is black coffee, some cut fruit, and if it was a particularly rough night (they often are) a few lines of almost offensively pure cocaine. This is entirely a seduction, although not the kind Ajay may be thinking of. ]

I was trying to seduce you with the kiss. This is me trying to convince you to stay. Or at least come around more often. Although if the most I can hope for is another round, I'll gladly take that too.