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[ It costs him something, to go to Durgesh and play nice with Yuma. To joke and act like it’s not tearing him apart, like he wouldn’t bomb the place to powder just to keep Ajay away from it. But he does it; he chats and jokes, bickers with Yuma and drops in a line or two of Cantonese in the hopes of evoking that long-lost sibling affection, because he knows that if he lets her see just how frantic he is it’s going to cost him everything.

It hurts, too, not to tip his hand when they pull the bag off Ajay’s head. Things have been... unusual, since Ajay showed up on his doorstep with de Pleur. Admittedly Pagan could be viewed as having started it, given he’s the one who stripped off and climbed into the bath right alongside his guest, but Ajay is the one who kissed him. And Ajay is the one who was gone in the morning (with what Pagan can only imagine was one hell of a hangover) and had answered Pagan’s attempts to stay in touch via radio with either stoic silence or brief, awkward acknowledgement, so he too must share the blame! But the point is that they haven’t really had a chance to talk it out, and so Ajay has no way of knowing that when Pagan calls him a naughty little shit and plays it off as entertaining, that’s the only protection he can offer Ajay without provoking Yuma to do something worse.

Too many unknowns. Too many variables. There are only two things he’s certain of, but as it goes they’re rather good things in the circumstances: firstly, that Ajay Ghale is far too tenacious to simply give over to Yuma’s attentions and will definitely escape. Secondly, Ajay will not have to do this alone. Pagan has men among Yuma’s guard, of course. Not enough to make it easy, but enough to ensure there are weapons and ammo left in places they might be discovered. Enough to get a message to him once Ajay is on the move. And once that signal comes, it’s a blur of action. They can’t get a helicopter close enough to take Ajay directly to it without alerting Yuma, of course, so a jeep is sent out to collect him and bring him to the chopper. There’s a fight about that; he insists upon being in the jeep, his staff insist this cannot be permitted, and in the end Gary drives it out himself, a full half hour before schedule, just to prevent him. In the end, it’s for the best; if he’d been able to witness Ajay’s progress down the cliff he’d have lost his mind, given the game away. He damn near loses his mind anyway when they finally bundle Ajay into the helicopter. He isn’t conscious. The worst of the snow is off him so he’s damp rather than caked with ice, but his skin is waxy and cold to the touch. There are blankets, thick, soft wool, and as the helicopter takes off and Gary prepares an iv Pagan strips both Ajay and himself to underwear and bundles them into a veritable cocoon in the hopes of warming the boy up, muttering pleas for him to be alright all the while.

By the time they land the deathly chill is out of Ajay’s skin and any lingering effects of the drugs should be faded. Ajay still isn’t what one would call conscious, but he’s stirred in Pagan’s arms, murmured things – unintelligible, but enough to bring hope. And Pagan has Ajay brought directly to his room, only angry that he can’t carry the boy there himself, and slips right back into bed with him. Brushes a dry little kiss against Ajay’s forehead, begs him to be okay, and presses up close. It’s a waiting game now, and Pagan is painfully good at waiting. ]

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Good. Good.

[ God, he's so content. For all his offering the palace as Ajay's home it's been a long time since it felt that way for Pagan himself, but now it does. Sharing a bed, puttering around the kitchen, and now knowing that it's going to keep happening -

and good god, the boy hasn't even touched his dick yet. Yuma would tease him mercilessly, if it wasn't guaranteed to make her even more furious. ]

It's a bloody good thing I've never been one for tradition. We certainly seem to be making this up as we go along, hmm?

I'm pretty sure we ditched tradition awhile ago.

[ somewhere around the time pagan min and his mom --

... okay, nah. not touching that one! ]

But we're rebels. [ he's grinning as it says it, planting an open-mouthed kiss to one of pagan's collarbones and lingering until he's sucked a little mark to the surface of his skin. ] Right?

You're a rebel. As much as it pains me to admit it, I - ah - [ excuse him, but that is just delicious, and he's definitely going to blame how overly exciting things have been in the last few days if Ajay notices that just that is enough to start Pagan thickening in his pajama pants ]

- I believe I am The Establishment.

[ fortunately, the way they're cuddled up isn't enough for ajay to start noticing. yet. ]

Oh. [ thoughtful. ] Awesome.

[ and if pagan gets any warning for the terrible thing that's about to come out of ajay's mouth, it's because ajay sounds so pleased with himself. ]

I've always wanted to stick it to the actual man.

[ what

oh, dear lord. Pagan sputters for a moment, and then gives in to laughter despite himself. ]

Ajay, my boy, that was terrible. Truly appalling. You're going to have to be a lot more delicate about it if you're planning on teaching this old dog that particular new trick.

[ if he feels bad at all for that particular line, it's not showing. at all. ]

What are you requesting? Rose petals? Champagne? Celine Dion?

[ Lord have mercy. ]

I am, in fact, specifically requesting no Celine Dion. If my asshole's going to take a battering the least you can do is spare my ears.

[ his laugh is a low thing, as low as the lazy fingers he skirts up pagan's side. ]

Is that a yes on the champagne and rose petals? Noted.

[ Oh. That laugh is picking up where Ajay sucking at Pagan's neck left off. Listen, it's been a very, very long time and Ajay is a very, very attractive person. And for all the deeply inappropriate comments that get left on his social media, it's been a long time since Pagan felt desired. It's... wonderful. ]

And what about you? What do you want?

[ Letting his hand settle over Ajay's hip, thumb skating over the waistband of his sweats. ]

[ listen, pagan already knows that he's a naughty little shit. ]

Oh, Celine Dion. Definitely.

Well, this was nice while it lasted.

[ And yes, he is putting a hand on Ajay's shoulder and one on his hip and pushing. ]

Out go you, goodbye, take care.

[ laughing, and if pagan really wants to be rid of him? he’ll have to try harder than that. if anything, ajay just takes that shoving as a challenging — he rolls himself right on top of pagan in response, sliding his fingers up along the flat plane of the older man’s stomach. ]

Here I thought you wanted to give me anything I wanted. [ and he knows just what he’s doing when his voice drops into that low and husky register. ]

[ Shit, shit, shit. If only the mention of Celine Dion had been enough to counteract this terrible boy's sexual wiles. Alas, Pagan is not that lucky, and Ajay rolls on top of him, skates a delicious touch up over his stomach and positively purrs, and Pagan's cock has officially arrived to the party.

Still, he's never been one for a graceful surrender. ]

Anything, [ he says, matching Ajay's tone and parting his legs so that Ajay's hips fall between the splay of them, the hardness of his dick now pressed undeniably against the younger man and the spread of his thighs hopefully evoking invitation - ]

but not that.

[ oh.

ajay isn't even half-hard, not yet, but he still groans a low noise as their hips grind flush together through the soft fabric of their pajama pants. as it turns out, being wanted comes with the same kind of gratification as being adored, and he's just as eager to soak this up. but it's a lazy sort of thing -- it really is rude to be a guest in someone else's home and give them the gift of pneumonia -- he licks a line up the side of pagan's throat and hums at the taste of him. ]

So, what you're saying is... everything else?

Christ, boy, you'll be the death of me. Yes, everything else.

[ It's funny, but even like this, there's no real urgency to it. It's less like Ajay is stoking a fire in him and more like keeping a bath at the perfect temperature. It's good, it's comfortable, and while there are certainly things that might be better? This is absolutely perfect for right now. ]

Everything I never wanted until you came barreling into my country with your face and your shoulders and your ideals and your stupid jokes.

[ he can't help but laugh at that one -- but really, how's he supposed to help it when his shoulders are responsible for getting him everything he wants? hey, he'll take it; he and his shoulders are a package deal, after all.

but he buries his face in the crook of the other man's throat and breathes him in. ]

Pretty sure I've already got the thing I want the most.

[ He never would have thought being smelled would be a turn-on, but here they are! Ajay presses his face close, makes no attempt to hide what he's doing, and Pagan can't help the warm feeling it builds in him. Even if it is just probably because Ajay spends limited time with people who've bathed in the last week. ]

Feel free to ask for a little more. [ And his lifts a hand to bury it in Ajay's hair, stroking, while his other hand coasts down to rest just above the curve of his ass.] I am hoping to eventually get a hand on your dick, at least.

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Just my dick?

[ another one of those kisses to the side of pagan’s throat, hot and wet and slow. lingering until he’s left another mark for sure, and thrilling quietly to himself at his conquest. ]

Figured you for someone more creative than that. Don’t tell me you’re vanilla.

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