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OOM: Business taken care of

He's well used to sitting at home and waiting for news on how business has gone. It's been that way for a long time. This is different though, because this is Random out there and getting his hands dirty and while he knows that the man is good, it's still a worry.

So he's sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of Scotch and impatient fingers tapping on the tabletop. He knows Mal did her bit and is fine. But what of Random?

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'I think I'm going to have to be careful not to employ anyone one this ranch, for all the sex we'll be having around the place.'

Though he grins because is he complaining? Hell no.

'You are right though, it should be a good cover. A man could even make a good living out of a legitimate business with it.'

Though he's not going to. He's not like that.

"You could drink wine with diamonds in it, frankly."

But that'd be so, so boring."

Ramon concentrates on towelling them off for a moment, then draws him towards the bedroom.

"Tomorrow will you take me and Martin to the beach again? It'd be nice to have another day in the sun."

'Si, if you like.'

From murder to a day at the beach with his son. Random in a nutshell, really.

'I can drink wine with diamonds in it now. You're right though. Boring as hell.'

He sinks into bed comfortably and holds out a hand to Random.

'Come and sleep. Or try, at least.'

He knows what adrenaline can be like after a fight.

"Perfect."

He crawls in after him, and leans back against the pillows with a happy sigh.

"Roll over? I want to work at the muscles in your shoulders for a bit. Can't be nice, having them cuffed like that, squirming like you were. Tell me about Texorami, and what the next steps are. Do we get to take over the club I was at?"

Oh, perfect. Ramon rolls over immediately, even though he doesn't mind the ache at all.

'You're good to me. And...maybe. The point wasn't to buy them out though. It was just to break up a few big distribution venues and take out some big players, so everything's confused. While they're trying to sort themselves out, I'll step in with my stuff. By the time they've got everything stable again, I'll be too secure to be got rid of.'

And because it's only fair to warn him...

'Whoever fills in for the dead guys will try to kill me, once they know who did it. Just so you know.'

"Then I get to try to kill them back, and I always win at that game."

It's true. He's alive, isn't he?

Random swings a leg across to straddle Ramon's back, and then resting comfortably reaches to work at the muscles that might be complaining.

"Where're you getting the actual drugs? Earth? Or are you working with producers on Texorami?"

'You'd better. We'd better.'

Either one of them ending up dead? So not a good thing.

'On Texorami, mostly. For the time being anyway. I've been trying to work out ways of using my own stuff grown on Earth and distributing it on Texorami, but I'll have to find a way to get it through Portugal without drawing attention if I do that. So, I don't know. I'll think on it a bit.'

"I'll shadow walk it over."

He shrugs, and presses harder, working at the base of Ramon's neck.

"Be simple. Pack it up for me, and I'll have anything you need over there in a few hours."

'Mmmmm.'

He rests his chin on folded arms, enjoying the working at stiff shoulders.

'It'd work. Can you drive a truck? One of the big ones, I mean? If I could get one of those filled then you wouldn't have to do it very often.'

He toys at a thread on the pillow.

'Don't want you to feel like a mule for me though, you know?'

"Well, technically..."

He leans down to kiss the back of Ramon's neck, with a smile, as his thumbs rub small circles on his shoulder blades.

"...you'll be driving it, as working magic and working with hand eye coordination at the same time sucks in a big way and I tend to run off the road when I try."

'Oh yeah.'

He grins and wriggles his shoulders in a silent response to Random's touch.

'Well. I've only driven a HGV once, and that was for a bet when I was really drunk. So I think I'll stick to smaller ones and just do it a bit more often.'

It'll be bloody useful though, if awkward to organise to begin with. Once he finds a way, it'll save a hell of a lot of difficulties on Texorami.

'Thanks though. That'll be good.'

"No problem."

His fingers dig in a touch deeper, working at the muscles kissing him again.

"But first, our aeroplane. I want it in Haven. We've been putting off bringing it for far too long. I'm going to do that before I get the drugs over."

'Your aeroplane,' he corrects him lightly, trying not to melt at the relaxing touch.

'It's yours, your Christmas present. And sure, you can do what you like with it. It'd be nice to have it on Haven, then we can see a bit of the place.'

He is so curious about what else is there.

"Ours."

He laughs, and rests his head on Ramon's back for a moment, before going back to work, rubbing and caressing.

"Everything I have is, you know."

He reaches behind him with one hand immediately, just to touch one of Random's.

'Same for me. All yours.'

He's worked his whole life for his money and business and everything it gives him. He should have more qualms about letting Random loose with it all, he thinks idly. But he doesn't feel any at all. Everything's theirs now.

'You've got very talented hands baby, if I haven't told you before. This feels good.'

"If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times. You give the best blowjobs, but I live by my hands."

They skitter teasingly down his spine, and set to work at the muscles of his lower back too, just to make him feel nice.

"Afraid I don't have too much to give you. Most of my legacy's blood."

'My hands are offended but my mouth thanks you.'

He can live with being best at blowjobs. And Random is fantastic with his hands.

'Mmmmm. s'nice.'

He turns his head to the side though, so he can kinda-sorts look up over his shoulder and see Random.

'I have everything I need, so don't worry about that. What do you mean by blood?'

"Money comes and goes."

He keeps working, soft, warm, biting his bottom lip in concentration.

"Most of mine's gone, at the moment, not that I care. The thing that defines me, makes me stand out, makes me special and what I am, is my blood. Amberite."

Ramon shifts and rises to lean on his elbows so he can look behind him properly. He watches Random quietly for a moment
Shiny blond hair and strong and sarcastic and thin and small and everything...
then turns back to rest flat again.

'It's not just your blood that makes you special. You'd stand out even if you were just human.'

He truly believes it. There's nothing average about Random.

He shrugs. He... doesn't.

But keeps working, leaning upwards, working higher up his back.

"I still can't really share it with you, you know? And you wouldn't want me to. There's nothing good to come of my family, for you. Nothing but sorrow."

He frowns at the wall he's staring at, not understanding.

'I know you can't give me what you are. That's obvious. What do you mean though? Nothing good for me? You mean that the rest of your family are going to hate me?'

There's a quiet snort that shows what he feels about that.

"And complicate everything, and demand things of us, and steer what I do..."

Random's family is inescapable.

"Make me go off to Arden for combat, call me in for diplomatic things occasionally, hit me when they find me. You know how it goes, you've been here long enough. You've got the worst inlaws ever."

And you'll never say no to them.

He reaches back and takes one of Random's hands, pulling it under his arm and trapping it, to make him lean down and be close and so he can kiss the fingertips and palm and tangle their fingers.

'And yet, here we are are. Naked, in our bed, in our home, with,' (your) 'our son sleeping downstairs and, as far as I'm concerned, happy with it. So fuck your family. They can go to hell. We've got this.'

"Part of this will be bliss."

He leans up along him, with a laugh, resting his head on Ramon's shoulder again.

"Bliss, warmth, love, touching, sleeping, basking and joy. Part will be blood and sex in cars and adrenaline and handcuffs. And then there will will be everything else, but that goes away after long enough."

'All the good stuff,' he agrees quietly, once more touching his lips softly to each fingertip in turn, while he enjoys Random's weight, the warm and solidity of him, the quiet intimacy is having him this near.

'And if some things are bad, then we'll deal with them and keep on going. We can deal with anything. I'm not being without you.'

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