latino_menace | OOM: Post Mary Anne

"I'm being whored for."

He leans back into Ramon's arms.

"And I can't stop it. I hate this."

'I hated it too. Do hate it. But there's nothing we can change, and that's all there is to it.'

He doesn't want Random to get the notion to go up against Ruin. That's the last thing he wants.

'Might not be the worst.'

If Gorlim hasn't told him already, then Ramon thinks he might as well know it all now.

'He thinks he might kill him. Says he might be saving that up till last - and apparently, there'll be no coming back if he does.'

He says it as gently as he can. He doesn't like the idea of it either.

"I'm going to kill him now, then."

He pulls away, heading for the dresser with steel in his eyes and a clenched jaw.

'No! No, you're not.'

Ramon follows immediately, his own face set.

'For one thing, I'm pretty sure you can't. For another - I'm not letting you go up against him Random. I'm fucking not.'

"He's a minor."

He fishes for the tarot cards, though his determination is already wavering.

"It's a fucking bit player, Ramon."

'I don't care!'

He snatches for the cards, because he can't let Random do this.

'It doesn't matter if he is or not. Gorlim was trying to keep you safe and you're not going to make that pointless. And you're not risking yourself when you've got Martin to look after either. You hear me?'

The thought of Random fighting with Ruin - it doesn't bear thinking about.

There's a short moment, less than three seconds, where Random's eyes and posture say, quite clearly, 'you couldn't stop me if you tried.'

But then he makes a strangled sound and throws himself at Ramon, face in his shoulder and arms wrapping around him tight.

The cards go flying in a shower of paper, which doesn't matter in the slightest.

He loves him. Ramon will never have to try.

Ramon knows very well that he couldn't stop him physically. But he was hoping that a plea to his emotions woul work, so he's sighing with relief as he takes him into his arms and holds him.

'It's OK. It'll be OK, Random.'

He's got nothing to back that up with, but it's what people say, right?

'He won't go through all this just to kill him at the end of it. It'll be fine.'

Another guess based on nothing. He's never been the best at being comforting, but he's trying.

"I hope so."

Even just this, just holding and trying, it helps. Even if he can't quite fool himself this time.

"Sorry. Woke you up."

'That's OK.'

He smiles into his hair, keeping him close and hoping it makes him feel better.

'Don't sleep properly unless you're here anyway.'

He does. Random's breathing slowly begins to even out, and he clings a little tighter.

"Promise me you won't let anyone touch you like that to keep me safe? Ever? If it comes to that, you know, we can always go to Amber. Not even the Forsaken could find Amber, and nothing more powerful than that'll ever bother. Just never put yourself in that position, not when I could help, alright?"

'As long as you promise to never do it for me. Although I suppose you're powerful enough that it would never be an issue.'

He purposefully doesn't outright promise, simply because he has no fear of physical coercion. And if a situation like that ever arose, he'd take pain over the possibility of Random's death. You heal from injury, after all, and it's not like he's never felt it before.

Of course, he has no detailed knowledge of what's happened to Gorlim. And so, unaware, he can be interally blase about the whole thing. He just kisses Random's head and fingers work slowly on the nape of his neck in a hopefully soothing manner.

'It won't be an issue baby, don't worry.'

"No, it won't be."

Funnily enough, Random doesn't promise either.

Of course, that means he notices Ramon didn't, and looks up to crack a rueful, tearful grin at him, before kissing him gently.

"Really."

'I love you.'
You most beautiful, perfect, thing.
Because it says it all. How can you promise such a thing, when you'd do anything for the person in your arms?

The kiss is returned, and he smiles down into his eyes, rubbing down his back.

'Feeling better? Come to bed. It'll be alright. We'll do what we can for him.'

"And I you."
With every part of me.
He shuffles a bit towards the bed, not taking his arms away from around Ramon. Too comforting to be this close.

"We will. Thank you, lover."

And Ramon shuffles with him, glad that he's calmer, happy he was able to relax him a little. He doesn't like him to be upset.

'That's what I'm here for.'

There's a soft kiss, even as their legs bump into the mattress.

'You should sleep. Or do you want to talk? Either's good.'

"To talk. Tell me something nice?"

He swallows hard, and rests his head on Ramon's shoulder as they sink awkwardly to the bed.

'Something nice, OK.'

He manoeuvers into a comfortably propped position, then pulls Random to lean on him.

'We're going to start our trip to Argentina in Buenos Aires. And you and I are going to find a club and dance the Argentinian Tango together.'

Beat.

'As long as you let me lead.'

"You'll have to remind me how. Been a long time."

He rests against him happily, as he always does.

"I like the idea. Please, keep going."

'More? OK.'

He smiles as he rubs a hand over Random's shoulder, tracing the curve of the muscle there.

'We're going to go and do whatever you want. If you're bored of the beach here, we can spend time in the cities - go chopping, see things in the day. Eat good food and then go to clubs in the evenings, find music you like and just party. We can go to Palermo if you like - there's a racetrack with great horse racing if you feel like some betting. And there are national parks all over the place - we can go and see glaicers if you want to, or go up into the mountains. Find a place to stay, just the two of us. Or be around people if you want to be social, I don't mind.'

Because Ramon's own world is fairly narrow at the moment. Other people aren't necessary to make his life any better than it is right now.

'Anything you want. It's a nice country, I think you'll like it.'

"I want to see you in a tuxedo. Lets find a reason to have you in a tuxedo please?"

That's a lovely daydream to have.

"And I want to dance with you nights and nights at a time."

'I'll wear one if you do. I have no doubt that you'll look sexy as hell.'

Ramon takes a moment or two to imagine Random in a tuxedo, which is why he's soon smiling to himself in a leering kind of way.

'And if that's what you want to do, that's what we'll do. It'll be fun.'

"We can dress up together and go to something wonderful."

He grabs Ramon's hand, because even though it's light, he really needs someone right now. Anyone. Especially Ramon.

"When did you learn to tango?"

Ramon tangles their fingers comfortably and tightens his other arm slightly round his back, because if Random wants to hold on, that's fine with him.

'I learnt when I was a boy. My parents used to sometimes so I had the idea. And then there were classes in grade school for some big multi-school exhibition thing. Just basic but I picked it up pretty quickly. And then...I don't know. I just remember it.'

There's a one-shouldered shrug. It's one of those things that he doesn't think about, he just knows it.

"Like swimming."

He curls a little closer and closes his eyes.

"Ever tangoed with a man before?"

He figures it's a pretty fair question.

"Seriously, I mean?"

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