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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[ It seems a terrible tradeoff, that the price of not having Ajay instantly disbelieve him is that wounded sound, Ajay curling in on himself. Hadn't Pagan told him just the night before that he would never harm him? Hadn't he meant it? The knowledge that he's failed already lodges itself in his heart like a poison barb, despite knowing this would have to happen eventually. ]

May I hold you?

[ Quiet. It seems almost as if Ajay would prefer to be alone with this for now, but... it's been a very long time since Pagan thought about what had happened and had someone there with him. ]

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[ he almost says no. it’s a reflex, an old animal instinct to hide a wound from predators, but. if there’s anything here that wants to hurt him, it isn’t pagan.

so he drags in a shaky inhale, nodding and shifting his weight until he’s leaning into pagan instead of away. the photo album is still in his lap — he can’t handle flipping the page and seeing pictures of her face (his sister), but he also can’t bear to close away that picture of he and his mom. laughing, smiling, like everything would be okay forever. ]

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[ It's more of a relief than he's comfortable voicing. But Ajay leans in toward him, and Pagan curls his arms around him, and breathes. Presses his face against Ajay's hair and breathes. Perhaps it's perverse, given that their nakedness and the events of the night before, but there's a part of him that starts to heal with that. When it had happened he'd wanted to lock himself away with Ishwari and Ajay somewhere nobody could ever get to them, to fool himself that nothing could ever take away another person he loved. It just hadn't been possible - they had to protect Ajay, to make sure he didn't see what had happened, to try and shelter him from the fact that the world had just ended. And after that everything had happened so fast, and Pagan had never had the chance to wrap the boy he'd started to think of as his in his arms and know that while he couldn't make it better, he could be there.

So yes, maybe it's wrong. But it's a very long time since Pagan felt right, and this does. ]

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[ it takes him a long few moments to uncurl, even with pagan’s arms around him; a slow thaw, until finally he breathes out a shuddering breath and turns to tuck his face into the juncture of the older man’s throat and shoulder. then his arms come up and loop themselves around pagan’s middle, clinging, and it’s… better.

so much better than being alone with it. there’s a part of him that feels like he doesn’t deserve this — like just mohan’s blood in his veins stains him with the same sin. but no, if anyone deserves to see him that way, it’s pagan. and if he doesn’t? ajay is willing enough to grasp at that absolution. ]</small

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[ Ajay unfurls, slowly but surely, and it's good. It's good. Pagan breathes him in, strokes his hair, and it's a few long moments before he can speak. ]

I have home movies, when you're ready. Of you and your mother, of us. Of you with Lakshmana. I don't want your lasting memory of her to be... this. Pain. You adored one another. Home video cameras weren't terribly common, back then, but I was ever a show-off.

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[ he nods a little, because right now that feels like all he can manage. weird that something he can’t remember should hit him this hard — but it’s grief for his mother, grief for pagan, grief for a little girl he never really even got the chance to know. maybe even grief for the life they might have had, the family they could have been. and it just hurts, like a knife twisted into his chest.

and, like salt in the wound: ]

… they knew. Didn’t they? [ flat, almost dull. like he’s too exhausted to be angry, worn too thin to be hurt. ] The Golden Path. When I asked for —

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Oh, darling. I don't know. I had Lakshamana canonized, in one of my fits of sentimentality, so they know she existed, but I couldn't bear to mention his name alongside hers. If they know, it would be because he told them. And I have a hard time imagining he did.

[ Who could brag about murdering a child? Could the leader of the Golden Path gloat the he made it into the Palace and killed a baby instead of the tyrant they were fighting against? Could the others have continued their mission in his name, knowing what he did? ]

I know it's not much, given the situation, but I doubt they set you against me knowing the man they used to spur you on killed your sister. If nothing else, it would have taken Mohan admitting I made him a cuckold. And when I knew him, he was far too proud for that.

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[ maybe they hadn’t known all the awful details, but they’d known enough. that lakshmana wasn’t a place, some temple in northern kyrat that they could take him to if only he did their dirty work for just a little bit longer. it’s not like he didn’t know he was a means to an end for sabal and amita both, but he’d still —

… it’s just ugly, the whole thing.

but. ] … why’d you think I was going to be pissed? It’s not your fault Mohan was —

[ what, crazy? capable of that kind of violence? (and what does that say about him, with the same blood in his veins?) ]

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I -

[ And honestly, it's kind of a shock that Ajay isn't mad at this revelation, but when asked so directly Pagan can't quite put his finger on why. ]

I'm not sure. Maybe because I slept with you knowing I knew something that would hurt you? Or - because it felt like a deception to do what we did without handing you all the information first. I wasn't thinking about it at the time - I wasn't thinking about anything but how much I wanted you - but when I woke up, it seemed a terrible thing to have done.

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‘m not. [ half-muffled into the skin of pagan’s shoulder when he turns his face into it. ] Pissed at you. Just so we’re clear.

You could have showed me all that stuff to get me to turn on the Golden Path. To make me stay here. To get what you wanted. [ and maybe he would have even been right to do it. to let the past make the choice for ajay, to let another entry in mohan ghale’s legacy be the thing that caged him up here. it’s exactly what sabal would have done, and the thought sours his stomach. ] But you didn’t.

[ he wriggles just a little, unwinds one arm from around pagan just so that he can find one of his hands. lace their fingers together snugly with a little squeeze. ] You gave me space to choose what I wanted.

I mean, that’s what it looks like to me.

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I'm glad. I want so much, but under it all, that's all that matters. That you get to choose.

[ It's a blessing, to feel Ajay lacing their fingers together like that. And he buries his face in Ajay's hair, curls in close. Counts his blessings, of which Ajay seems to be the only one that doesn't have a sting in the tail. Perhaps because Ajay is the one he never used trickery or cunning to come by; for all the cute photos, as a child Ajay had wanted nothing to do with him until Pagan showed him something true of himself. And here, now, again; Ajay had been wary of him until Pagan revealed what was in his heart. There's a purity to that, and Pagan is grateful for it. ]

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[ fuck.

when's the last time that was all someone wanted for him? genuinely, honestly -- that they were happy in whatever decision he made because it had been his choice? not since before his mom got sick, he's sure, and definitely not in kyrat. he's been choking under this pressure to be someone else (son of mohan ghale), and now? he can breathe.

his next breath shudders when he drags it in, responding to the way pagan curls into him by tucking himself closer in kind. ]

... I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you that first day. That it took so long to get here. [ a little huff of a laugh. ] That I called you creepy.

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To be fair, my boy, I've cultivated a certain level of creepiness as part of my public persona for years.

[ A little joke, in return. He likes hearing Ajay laugh. Even when it's just a little huff of thing - though he's hoping to hear a lot more of the bright, open laughter he heard last night. He's been a drug baron, a cartel emperor, a king, a tyrant. A nightmare. Too briefly, a father. Maybe the next incarnation of Pagan Min can be one dedicated to the pursuit of someone else's joy. There have been more unlikely things, in Kyrat's history. He'd like to try. ]

What matters is that you're here now. And I couldn't be happier.

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[ despite himself, despite knowing that you're not supposed to call the guy you're sleeping with creepy, ajay can't help the little smile edging onto the corners of his mouth. ]

Kept trying to figure out if it was intentional. That answers that, I guess.

[ ... but it's also impossible to deny that he's happy, too. that it feels safe here, even if there's some small part of him that feels like this is going to be pulled out from under his feet at any moment. ]

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It wasn't intentional to begin with. But the devout folk here assumed that because I wear pink and am loquacious that I'm a homosexual, and that means pervert. And I leaned in to it, because people are less inclined to try breaking in to murder me if they think fucking it up will land them in the palace sex dungeon.

[ A pause. ]

There isn't a palace sex dungeon, in case you were wondering about that. That's not going to be the next big reveal. Even if after this morning it might seem somewhat anticlimactic.

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[ palace sex dungeon. ajay is already opening his mouth, alarm starting to show on his features --

but. okay, that definitely counts as a relief. he's never exactly thought of himself as boring, but sex dungeons? that... might be two or three steps over the line, especially if pagan still has de pleur skulking about somewhere. ]

Weird. [ skating his fingertips playfully over pagan's side. ] Could've sworn you said something about tying me up. Figured you'd have a special room to do it in.

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[ PAGAN MIN, DO NOT GET A BONER WITH A LOVELY FAMILY PHOTO ALBUM OPEN ON THE BED IN FRONT OF YOU. It's a close thing - there's just something about that touch and the lightly teasing tone of Ajay's voice, even if a tease is all it is. Pagan rallies spectacularly, and affects his most wounded expression. ]

And here I thought this room would seem pretty special to someone who's been sleeping in safehouses. I will take note and redecorate accordingly.

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Don't.

[ pressing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to the side of pagan's throat, smiling against the skin there. ]

I like this room. Put your bondage room somewhere else.

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[ Oh, this... this is a losing battle, isn't it? Ajay kisses Pagan's throat, and Pagan hums warmly with it, lifting a hand to stroke at Ajay's hair. ]

Bondage room to go elsewhere. Noted.

[ Pagan would, he suspects, be horrible at bondage. He likes his comforts. It would have to be very fancy rope. ]

A good choice, since this room is all the better for its most recent addition.

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[ he mms a low sound of appreciation at the feeling of pagan's hand in his hair, leaning up into that touch like a cat trying to encourage further pets. ]

Could still make a few improvements. Turn the next tiger who tries to eat my face off into a rug, put it right in front of the fireplace.

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I most certainly will not. A tiger that tries to kill you does not deserve seeing you naked as its eternal fate.

[ But the way Ajay presses up into his hand is lovely, so Pagan does as (silently) asked and keeps it up, finger-combing through Ajay's hair and rubbing at his scalp. It's wonderful to be like this, close and warm, feeling the heat of something build and knowing it's safe not to act on it right away. That they have time. ]

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[ he laughs again at that, a warm and lazy sound. ]

C'mon, think about it. [ his voice drops lower, almost a purr. ] You don't wanna fuck me on it? The heat from the fire, all that soft fur against your skin...

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Jesus Christ.

[ Pagan could make a witty remark here. About Ajay's wiles, and how it's a damn shame the Golden Path didn't convince him to try and seduce Pagan back when he still wanted to kill him. He does none of that (unfortunate comparisons aside), and moves closer to pull Ajay into a kiss, instead. He may discover he never has a firm opinion about anything again, if this is the way Ajay means to change his mind. ]

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[ there's a laugh already forming, but pagan's mouth is on his before it can escape. it's intoxicating to be wanted like this -- he arches up as pagan moves to press closer to him, reaching up a hand to curl his fingers at the nape of the older man's neck. immediately, willingly, melting into him, mouth parting to encourage pagan to deepen the kiss. ]

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[ Gorgeous boy. Obviously it's what he was angling for, with a comment like that, but it's still so wonderful to feel him react like that, warm and wanting. It's like magic. Pagan slips his tongue against Ajay's, hums, with pleasure - and has a moment's thought, pulls back only far enough to speak. ]

I just want to assure you that I can get another round of breakfast up here no trouble if this one gets cold.