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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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'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.'

"We've practically dealt with everything anyways."

He kisses the shoulder he's lying on.

"I love you. So much, it's stopped scaring me."

'You're right. Can't be much more to throw at us, right?

He hopes. But even if there's more, he's confident they can handle it. And he kisses Random's palm again, so gently.

'I love you too. Can't even remember what it felt like to be scared of it, it's been so long since I was.'

He and Random just are now. He can hardly remember what it was like being a bachelor either.

"I'm sure there are a few more hurdles. With my nose for trouble and your job."

Not the safest of lives, either of them.

"I remember you when you were indecisive. The first night we... really, really touched."

'Well. We'll be alright.'

He knows it. It doesn't occur to him that Random might have specifics in mind, he's just sure that whatever happens, they'll be OK.

'The first night we really, really touched? Which one was that?' He ries to remember. 'Wasn't that the night before I was going to leave, only...not.'

The night before Jack and Arithon, he means.

"Yeah, then."

He shrugs, letting Ramon feel the motion, if not see it.

"I don't care what happened afterwards, or what you were thinking about. It was when I knew I was in love with you. I mean, really knew."

'I was thinking about you,' he says immediately. Because he was. Whatever else came after, when he'd been with him he hadn't hought of anything but him.

'First time I knew too.'

Murmured softly and with a gentle squeeze of his fingers.

'Though I'd enver had any experience of things like it before. I'm pretty damn sure it was then.'

"I remember when you told me you loved me. I was reading you war poetry, of all things."

He sighs, and rolls off him, just to pull him close, more comfortably.

"About flying."

He stretches an arm over him, lying close, wtching his face.

'And I was cursed and in pieces in that cell. You'd left and then came back - I still don't really know why - and..'

He trails off. He remembers it all so clearly, this part. He doesn't want to bore Random with it though, because surely he must know why it had been then that he'd said it.

"Because living with what you'd done, knowing you were living it and understanding it, knowing that you wouldn't do it again, all of that."

He takes Ramon's hand in turn, and raises it to kiss his knuckles.

"It was hard. But it was bearable. And I couldn't breathe when I was living without you."

'All of that, si.'

He hesitates, then smiles a little.

'And then I was in a bad way and you came and talked to me about flying and took me out of there. For a minute. And I loved you for it.'

He shrugs, because Random had given him a moment of freedom that day, and that had been it.

And now, I can never breathe when you're gone.

OOM: Business taken care of

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