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OOM: A decision

It's cold now, after having been out here for an hour or two, he's lost track of the actual time. As always on Haven, there's no ambient noise or light. Only the moon reflecting off the lake, surrounded by almost eerie silence. He doesn't care. His thoughts would drown out any sound anyway.

This is hard for him and he feels like the stuffing's been knocked out of him. There's no fight there, for the first time since he was cursed. Because when it comes down to it, Dream had been right. Random had said as much. Even if he went ahead and did what he wanted to do with Narcissa, and he didn't lose Random over it - then there'd be someone else lining up soon enough. If there's anything that his time as a crime lord has shown him, it's that enemies don't go away. They're the most inevitable thing there is.

And he knows he's faced this before. Almost lost Random when he wanted to go and become immortal, the guy had got as far as packing his bags. Ramon couldn't bear to be without him then and he can't now.

So what's the solution? Do what Random wants, back down, let the woman win?

Change?

It's almost a dirty word, to him. He doesn't know how to, doesn't want to learn. But that's what he'd be doing, even if he only gave an inch to that bitch. And no matter how he looks at it, it seems to be inevitable.

Trust will be damaged if he gets locked up again. Could be anyone that puts him there, but he knows it'll happen. Already has twice in the last two weeks. How much more will Random stand?

And at the same time...curbing the instinct to fight back - he's never had to do it in his life. He's never had to control himself, has never answered to anyone for his actions. But that's what love is, right? Compromise. Doing as your partner wants. He'd thought he was doing pretty well with it, but obviously not. The thought of backing down from anyone is enough to make bile rise in his throat.

He raises a hand and scrubs it across his face, then stares out at the lake again. So tired. He knows he could think about this all night, but what's the point? When it comes down to it - he hasn't fought this long to keep Random with him, to go and throw it all away now.

Maybe it's not so bad. Maybe he can go and ask him a simple question and all this will go away. It's possible - of course, if the answer's wrong then he'll be forced to implement the idea brewing at the back of his mind. That would be a whole different kettle of fish. But there's no point dwelling on it, because there's only one way to find out. And he intends to - he pushes away from the rock he'd been leaning against and lights a cigarette as he wanders back up to the house. He'll love him first, he thinks. If he's still allowed, after that argument. Hell, there's a possibility he'll never be allowed again, after tonight.

So, one more time. One more question. And after that - change?

He'll see.

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He cries out again then, in furious denial of the belittling words

"You... stupid bastard."

His hand grabs tight to Ramon, and he pants the words out between thrusts.

"You're worth every fucking second of it. You're more than worth it. I'd go to the Ends of the Earth for you. I'm happier with you than I've been in thousands of years and that's bloody literally."

The words are a furious, passionate hiss and he isn't keeping track of what he's saying, just letting the pleasure pull benediction after blessing after curse out of him and riding it easily and praying to God he doesn't say anything stupid.

"I... mmmm ...I make mistakes and so do you and and it doesn't matter who makes them more often because I love you you stupid man. I want to keep you. If you weren't 'good enough' I would never have taken a chance on you. Wouldn't have stayed with you while you were hurting so badly you couldn't see. Wouldn't have fucking married you now, would I? If you ever say 'not good enough' to me again oh Holy Christ you will regret it. I'll make you walk around with me and see all our friends and how lonely they are and don't stop don't stop don't stop for God's sake."

About here he cuts himself off, dissolving into relieved and helpless and embarassed laughter.

Needed to be said.

Married.

He hadn't expected to hear that. It's never been said like that before, so openly, and it floors him, he loses his breath for a time. But doesn't stop moving, no, never stops that.

Arms curl tighter round the thin body he's making love to, and he idly manages to think that Random never fails to surprise him. But there are a few things he needs to get a little clearer, if he can.

He slows his rhythm to something like a snail's pace, head bowing to graze lips over his shoulder. And it's quiet, for a moment, for him at least. He just breathes and tries not to moan.

'First time I ever tasted you, it surprised me you know.'

His tongue lathes slowly over a patch of skin on his neck.

'So much magic. Never tasted anything like it before. I couldn't stay away from you, but I wanted to, at first. Couldn't though, I've never been able to.'

He doesn't know why Random doesn't see that he doesn't act in ways to hurt him, if he can help it. He never means to get put away.

'I don't want to be away from you now. Some things are out of control though, like you if you ever get called back to Amber. You'll go, because you don't have a choice. And I haven't had one either up 'til now. I don't choose to fight Random, it's just what I am. I don't know if I can change that.

But I love you. I don't want you to leave me, ever. Married you as well, you know?'

"Shouldn't have asked you to."

He arches in his arms, or fights to, rather, and writhes against him because he needs to be faster.

"It's just hard. When it means you have to go. When it means I'm alone. I love you, you Ramon and Sanluin Salazar and I have for months now and that means the violence too but in the bar it hurts."

And then he has to stop talking because he's gasping in pleasure and he can't say more or they'll hurt again and he doesn't want it to hurt, his body feels too blissfully good for that.

There's a kiss to his shoulder, another to his neck, his cheek, a tug at his earlobe. All with the utmost care, soft tastes, just to taste again and marvel at how it's still new, this magic.

He moves over, bracing arms either side of his body and pulling Random down so his torso twists and he can look at his face. And then there are more touches with his lips as he moves so slowly; his chest, sternum, the hollow of his throat and a brief sucking on his adam's apple before they trail upwards, nipping at his jaw and eventually claiming his mouth. All done to try and convey the complete adoration, complete desire he has for him.

'I love you.'

Never enough. But he's trying to gear up to say what he wants to say, and trying not to lose himself in the feeling of Random's body around him.

While Random, of course, is already happily lost and trying to stay that way because it's so easy to surrender completely to Ramon when he's being caring like this. So easy.

He doesn't say the words, he doesn't have to.

The touching, the heat, the flex of muscles and the tight coil of pleasure is more than enough.

More than enough.

Not for him, not tonight. He leans down so his mouth is next to Random's ear, trying not to gasp with the tension.

'Have I given enough for you? With what I turned down from Namo, with Martin, with avoiding your family...is it enough? Is there something else I should be doing? Tell me baby, I can't work it out.'

A thrust, a moan, eyes closed.

'You remember Christmas? You took me home - and then when I left and thought I might die, I gave you my favourite house. Not even to share, I gave it to you, so you'd always have somewhere safe. And I told you in that letter I wrote - I'll give you everything. Share everything with you. But you have to help me Random because I don't know how to give you this. I've been trying to think and I don't know what to do. I'm sorry - you have to tell me how, if you want me to change.'

"I don't want you to change" comes the hysterical plea, from Random who is unbalanced by lust and not really thinking at all and just answering with complete and blinding truth.

"I just want you to learn that you don't always have to fight. Not when you stand to loose me. That sometimes when someone calls you a name it's better to grit your teeth and come home and make love to me instead.

I only need you to try. That would be more than enough. Just to try, and only while you're there where they'll rip us apart if you let them.

Please, please, I love you, I do. I can't bear this."

Not the wrenching, burning pleasure of Ramon loving him and having to choke out these unhappy, petty words in the same moments. No, these things shouldn't touch eachother. He's answered all he can. All there is now is to writhe in Ramon's grasp.

He groans and pulls out of him, just for a moment so he can usher Random on to his back and spread his legs again, take him easily once more in a position where he can look at his face and let him see that he's being honest.

He's torn, because...don't always have to fight. Only there's never really been anything else.

Stand to lose me.

And that's it isn't it? It's what all this is about. His eyes screw up for a brief moment, then they open and they're unguarded, staring into Random's while he strokes through his hair and makes love to him as honestly as he knows how.

'Can't stand to lose you. Can't do without you.
you own me
I love you.'

He moves faster in him now because the tension is rising and he doesn't have it in him to draw it out tonight. He feels both ill and so so in love, he can hardly stand it.

Once he's on his back his eyes open again, and he stares up at Ramon and wraps legs around him to pull him in tight. Pull him in as close as possible and wrap arms around him and just hold on.

"Can't stand to loose you either.

That's why I'm scared."

Because he always wants him like this, in his bed, in his arms, inside him and almost touching his very being. And he never wants to loose him.

Thrusts are becoming erratic, hard and frantic as he pulls him closer because he needs him, needs this so much.

'Never...ohGod...never lose me. Swear it.'

He just wants to ask him one last thing, but he needs to catch his breath before he can.

'Don't be scared, I'm here.'

His moan is almost a sob, and it tears through him and even those few words of reassurance are enough.

It doesn't matter if there was one more thing.

Random's universe, understanding, everything comes to and centers on that statement. He convulses in Ramon's arms, without warning because he hardly felt it himself and comes. With love.

Any questions can wait. Ramon loves him, Ramon will care for him, Ramon is here and on top of him and creating an agonizingly perfect moment.

"Love you."

Ramon strains hard, feeling the wetness on his stomach and the tension in Random's muscles that mean he's finished. He groans again, unable to stop, unable to say anything at all as electricity suddenly shoots up the inside of his thighs, tightening everything unbearably until climax hits him.

His head gets thrown back and it's such a relief, feeling Random's body around him and letting him do this, being there for him always. If he could think at all right now, all decisions would be made. But he can't, right now he can do nothing but feel.

"I love you."

Because it's important to say. So important.

His eyes are wide and honest and his hands come up to cup Ramon's face.

"Lover mine."

He bends to kiss him gently, to put off the question - and because he wants to be close to him, of course.

'Can you give me a yes or no answer to a question please?'

"Anything."

His eyes are heavy with satisfaction and adoration.

"Anything. Everything. You have my heart."

He smiles a little sadly,
But not your trust
and pulls out of him, propping himself up on an elbow to one side.

'If I kill the woman, will you leave me?'

His smile, hope, the carefree laughter in his eyes simply fade.

"No. I will not leave you."

And if I tried to drive you away, with hurtful words and drugs and prostitutes, you still wouldn't leave me. You told me that once.

If I get locked up for a year, you still won't leave me.

I've kissed women, and you've forgiven me. I've tortured and tried to kill and been cursed and tried to deny you your son, and you still won't leave me.

Don't deserve you.

He leans in once more, to press their lips together lightly. And then murmur against them, 'I won't touch her. For you.'

Inside, part of him curls up and screams. But it has to be done. He's not losing his lover, he's just not.

"Oh God."

Overwhelming, shuddering and hysterical relief and gratitude pour through him and he wraps arms tight around him and legs too and just holds on for everything he's worth with his face burried in Ramon's shoulder.

"Oh God I don't deserve you."

He collapses somewhat, holding on right back, clinging as tightly as he can.

Because it's gone beyond not touching the woman now. It's about behaviour in general, the way there's a constant likelihood that he'll be taken and locked up because he can't control his temper.

If it keeps happening, he'll lose him. He will. And he can't.

His mind is made up, even though it makes him want to break things in frustration. But he has to fix it or Random will be gone.

'No, you don't. You deserve better.'

I'll try and give it to you.

'Told you, I'll give you anything you want.'

Don't I always?

"All I want is you."

It's true. When he says it, it's absolutely, perfectly true.

"No matter how you are, all I'll ever want is you. Just be careful for me and even if you can't always, well, it'll be enough."

'You have me. I promise.'

Random's still holding on and he's fine with that, because then he doesn't have to look at his face. He's afraid the idea of what he's going to try and do might come through somehow, even though that's stupid.

So he just lets his head lie on his chest and holds on right back because this is what's important, right here.

"If..."

He swallows. But it has to be said.

"If you ever have to. Have to. Then I will understand. I will help. But it can't be some woman Ramon. It has to be... something more than pride. I'll understand when the time comes."

'You mean if there's a reason why someone needs to die and not just because I'm pissed off?'

That hurts to say. It's virtually an admission that his reasons for killing are generally something less than rational.

"If there's a reason that merits however much time it'd be in the cells. If... someone you used to know. Who'd hurt... you know. What I mean."

He winces to hear it, too.

"I trust you. In this moment, I'm placing my trust in you, in this matter."

OOM: A decision

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