Anon Meme Part 3
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Tiger isn't having it this time, and another bite when hands grip his hips bruisingly hard is enough to make him come with a hoarse scream. As he comes down off the high, still rocking in time to his partner's thrusts, he finally tears his eyes away from the fire, burying his face into the older man's shoulder. Tiger makes a noise somewhere between a grian and a growl, and he shivers at the feel when his partner finishes.
The touches wandering over his body now aren't lying in their care, and he makes an appreciative noise when Tiger lays him out in a position that easily lets him return to watching the dancing flames.
They've only done this twice, and yet it's like Tiger knows exactly what he needs, he thinks as calloused fingers soothe bite marks and scratches. He wishes they could stay right where they are until the fire either burns itself out or is extinguished, hidden from heroes and cameras-
-Then his discarded gauntlet begins to beep. Time up. He sighs and starts to reach for it, but a hand closes around his wrist and when he looks up, Tiger's expression is troubled. Dark.
"Don't go this time."
He blinks at the older man, confused. Why 'this time'? Why that look on his face? There's something hovering in the air between them that he can't ask and Tiger can't say, and then the older man makes a frustrated noise and lets go, allowing him to get up and dress. When they're both clothed again, armor and mask in place, his partner pulls him in for a long, lingering kiss.
It feels strangely like a farewell.
He's still thinking about it when he lands on the roof of Apollon, even after everything around him has become indistinct again. He's noticed that before. That the clarity lasts so much longer when he's been with Tiger. Normally, it's comforting, but now, it makes him nervous for reasons he can't think of as he enters the maintenance hall, making his way down to his keeper's office.
Maverick is standing when he enters, and that does nothing to soothe his nerves. Resisting the sudden urge to bite his lip, he quietly kneels in front of the man's desk as always.
Silence stretches for long, uncomfortable moments, and then blunt fingers find his hair, brushing it back from his neck. He makes a startled hiss of pain when they suddenly press roughly into a bitten-in bruise Tiger left. "Him again, Barnaby?" his keeper asks, disappointment evident in his voice.
He can't remember Maverick saying anything the last time. The subject of the other man never even came up unless it was about the next assignment. "Again?" he asks, before remembering he isn't to speak.
He's reminded when those fingers dig in harder, and quickly shuts up. "You let him distract you too easily," Maverick murmurs, easing his hold. "Your competition makes for good story. Makes the people hold their breath for a hero who can win against either of you. But you are the one it should be focusing on." The hand at his neck turns almost unbearably cold, and he can't help a faint noise of surprised alarm when he registers glowing blue eyes. "I suppose it can't be helped. We'll just have to try again," his keeper says, and then everything goes dark before he can pull away.
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