Tin Man drabble: Keeper
The first time they made love, it was with a such an edge of desperation and pure, intense lust that they never made it to a bed. Never made it out of their clothes. Cain suspected he had splinters from the hard wood floor but Glitch insisted that he didn't.
It was the night they regained their kingdom and their proper places in the world.
The second time was slower, with the dim light of the pre-dawn hours casting a soft blue glow over Ambrose's bed, but somehow, impossibly, more passionate than the last.
Finally, after hours of soft skin and shuddering sighs and the occasional brush of fingers across metal, they lay tangled and sated among the newly replaced bedding. Cain, sprawled on his back, one hand tucked under his head and the other arm wrapped around Glitch, sighed contentedly.
Glitch was stretched along Wyatt's side, head pillowed on the now undamaged shoulder and the fingers of one hand tracing lazily over flesh and muscle. He was unusually silent, a soft, enigmatic smile just barely gracing his thin lips.
Cain's fingers brushed up and down Glitch's back, one lightly trailing along the prominent ridge of a shoulder bone. He was careful not to get his wandering fingers stuck in Glitch's hair, after that first time.
The motions of Glitch's fingers on Cain's chest became more determined, focused and repetitive. Cain glanced down, wondering if it was possible to have a non-verbal glitch. "What are you doing?" he prompted.
"Writing my name."
Feeling the shape of the letters being formed, Wyatt frowned slightly. "Doesn't feel like 'Glitch.'"
"It's not," Glitch answered, his focus unbroken. As his touch started a new cycle, he spoke the letters out loud. "A..m..b..r..o..s..e."
"Why are you writing your real name on me?" Cain asked, half-amused but also sincerely curious. Glitch hadn't asked him to call him by his proper name; Wyatt wondered if this was Glitch's way of telling him to.
"Because I don't want to forget it again," Glitch replied softly, his hair scratching lightly on Cain's skin as he shifted his head. "If I give it to you, I know where it is. It's yours now, keep it safe for me."
Cain swallowed hard, awed at the responsibility being handed to him with such a simple gesture. He brought his free hand down to touch Glitch's jaw, making the other man look up at him. "Thank you for trusting me," Wyatt whispered, holding his gaze.
Glitch smiled warmly. "You trusted me with your heart. This is all I have to give you in return."
Pulling Glitch close, resting his chin on the warmed metal of the zipper, Cain closed his eyes tight against the unexpected sting. "You have so much more. I just need to help you remember."