OOM: A goodbye, to a room that's seen a lot. And now gets one last look...

[latino_menace]

Ramon heads upstairs, still tired but much happier since the earlier conversation with Random. But yes, tired, and all he wants to do is grab his lover and go to bed, possibly have sex, possibly just sleep. And as far as he's concerned, there's nothing out of the ordinary going on with his appearance.

He hasn't seen a mirror since his conversation with Thea.

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Random is merrily stacking shoeboxes. There are three. Of photos, both old and new.

Is anyone surprised?

Well... Random is, when Ramon walks in.

...blue?

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Ramon throws his key down easily and heads towards the bed to collapse on it - then he sees the look on Random's face.

'What?'

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"...blue."

Ramon's shoulders are grabbed, and he is being steered towards the bathroom.

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'What?'

His favourite word right now, it seems. He's befuddled by Random manhandling him towards the bathroom but lets it happen - and the confusion quickly turns to shock, and then rage when he sees the state of his hair.

'GODDAMNIT MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!!!'

There was only one person it could have been, quite frankly. Especially as the glitter is all gone, as she'd promised. And he is Not Happy at suddenly having Royal Blue hair.

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"Woah!"

Because it's not every day your lover starts shouting, Random jumps about one foot up and two feet backwards.

Holy Fuck.

"Babe. Gonna give me a coronary. Chill."

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He breathes out in a great huff, still staring at his reflection with angrily glinting eyes.

'Bitch. I'm going to fucking kill her!'

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"Hahahahano."

Arms wrap around him from behind, spinning him gently away from the mirror, because he is Not. Amused.

"Not until after Christmas you don't. I've got plans for your present, and... yeah."

It's a weak attempt, but it's almost humour.

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Ramon lets himself be spun after putting up a token resistance to start with. He hates being messed with by people with magic, he's helpless to defend against it.

He turns and stares at the floor, not meeting Random's eyes in case he's laughing at him. He wouldn't blame him really, he just doesn't want to see him do it. Besides, it's embarrassing.

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But in the same motion as the spin, Random's shifting to stand in front of Ramon.

"You calm, love?"

He's not laughing. He sounds a bit nervous, because death threats are just never good, but he's not laughing.

"I think... I like it better than the glitter, for certain."

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'Calm. Yeah. Sure.' His voice is low, bitter even. And his fingers curl round the edge of the surface he's leaning on, grasping until the knuckles are white.

He doesn't look up, just tries to calm down for real. It's not Random's fault, he doesn't deserve to have it taken out on him.

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Nor does he intend to let it be taken out on him. Ramon is unceremoniously dragged into their room, away from the mirror, and Random's grip is firm enough to let him know that sitting in here and sulking about it is not an option.

"Not going down that road, baby. Come on. You snap out of it, or I'll have to steal the focus of the night all for myself, hmm?"

Once they're out, he pulls him in for a light kiss.

"Seriously, is it so bad? I think you're sexy as hell, and it's quite fetching, with your eye colour."

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His expression remains angry and bitter for a moment, then the words seep through and he breathes out heavily. 'Fine.' He manages a small smile even. 'Not so bad, no. It's not fetching, but if it's still here tomorrow I'll try and dye it out.'

He doesn't even want to consider that it might be permanent, so avoids all thoughts of it. Instead he slips his arms round Random's waist and pulls him in. 'Focus of the night is all on you amarente. What do you want to do - are we going back to Haven, or staying here?'

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"Gonna stay here."

Ramon is pushed unceremoniously onto the bed, Random hopping onto him, straddling him easily and winding a hand into (yes) his hair, tilting his head up for a demanding kiss.

"Say farewell, and close a chapter of many a long night of good sex in this bed. Gonna be living elsewhere now. Right here is where you first touched me. First slept on top of eachother."

He pushes him back, trying to get him to lie down, and looks down at him, contemplatively.

"First time I tied you up, too."

[latino_menace]

The bad mood drops away under the prospect of sex and the mere thought of their house and life together.

He winces a bit at the touching of the monstrous hair, but the kiss distracts him easily. 'It's been a good bed for us,' he agrees. He'll kind of miss it, in a way. Lots of good memories - but painful ones too. Better to have a fresh start.

He lies down when he's pushed, a genuine smile on his face. 'Mmmm. It was good, if I remember rightly.'

Of course he does.

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"Was it, then?"

He fiddles with the top button of Ramon's shirt, toying idly for an instant, before popping it open and tracing the exposed skin with a lazy finger.

"Glad you thought so. What do you think about saying goodbye with a bang, baby?"

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His eyes fall closed for an instant and he's smiling again. 'It was. I was cursed, so may not have got the full effects - but still damn good.'

His hands run up Random's thighs that are either side of his body, resting there comfortably. And he smirks and says, 'I'm yours to do what you want with amarente, you know that. And saying goodbye with a bang sounds like a good plan to me - dramatic. Very us.'

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"Very us is right."

It's very quick, and before Ramon has a chance to object Random's off him, pulling him upright with insistant hands, and standing, hands on his hips, watching him levelly.

"Gonna get scarves. Strip."

But he lingers for a moment, smiling with something akin to teasing affection. Because the scarves can wait, but Ramon undressed is a sight that simply can't.

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He smirks with an expression that hits 'arrogant' full in the face, despite the hair. And he doesn't object, just holds Random's eyes with something like a challenge...no. A definite challenge, as his hands go the buttons on his shirt and start casually, but firmly, pulling them open. When they're done, he doesn't pull the thing off his shoulders, just kicks his shoes off and starts unbuckling his belt.

His head tilts as the hands linger, heavy lids half-covering black eyes lazily. 'Anytime you want to join me baby, feel free...'

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Random, after a great effort, turns, and pulls the scarves out of (thank God) the top of the suitcase, glancing back over his shoulder to see Ramon starting to undo his belt buckle.

"I'll leave you to it, for a bit."

And he leans easily against the dresser, prepared to watch and enjoy.

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He smirks again, feeling nothing of self-consciousness. Not with Random.

The belt is eased open slowly, then the buttons that make up the fly of these jeans are popped, one by one, his eyes never leaving Random's face. Just before the last button comes undone, he shrugs the shirt off his shoulders and lets it drop to the floor, following it with the jeans.

'You want it all off amarente?' He pulls at the waistband of his boxers, willing to drop them for him but waiting to be told to, with the smirk still firmly in place.

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"But of course, Ramon."

It's low, and there's a bit of a moan in his voice, because Ramon looks good and there's something fucking gorgeous about being that comfortable in your own skin.

And yeah, the hair doesn't fucking matter. Though Random's eyes haven't even glance above his belt since his hands started their work.

"This way I get to look at you and plan what I'm going to do with you."

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He chuckles and grasps the material lightly on either hip, sliding the shorts down sloooowly, enjoying the way Random seems to like watching. He hides nothing, doesn't flinch or try to hide himself away - yes, he's comfortable in his skin. Especially in front of this man.

Shorts hit the deck. Socks get pulled off easily and thrown away. And he stands, hands on hips, wearing nothing but a smile.

'Plan away. I'm not going anywhere.'

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"Sit down."

His voice is sharp again, because he's a prince and he expects, deserves, demands to be obeyed. And Ramon's looking entirely too deliciously proud, and he wants to do this properly.

"On the edge of the bed, on your hands. Keep them underneath you."

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And because it's fun, and because it's nice to be able to give yourself up to someone once in a while - he grins slowly. The tilts his head to the side, implying a silent enjoying yourself Random? before walking backwards until his legs hit the mattress.

And he sits, on his hands. Still grinning.

Smug bastard.

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Not as much as you will, Ramon.

Random saunters forwards easily, placing a hand on his head in a quiet gesture of frivolous possession, then sliding down along the side of his face to tilt his chin up.

"And you wonder why I like photos of you."

And he pulls back, unbuttoning his shirt slowly and pulling his teeshirt over his head, then pausing again to examine Ramon for another moment, then moving forwards to straddle him, keeping a careful distance between them, letting the denim touch only his thighs. One hand on Ramon's shoulder keeping him balanced.