now the Hunting Winds are loose...

[silenttrainbaby]

The piece of paper - the waiver - fluttered from Grey's hand as he pushed his way into Rat's rooms. He looks for the other boy, finds him and comes over. His clothes are dirty, pieces of gravel still sticking to them, something still in his hair. His hands are dirty, but his cheeks are flushed and he kneels before where Rat reads, pressing his cheek to Rat's hand.

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[silenttrainbaby]

It sends tingles and sizzles down Grey's body and he bites his lip, hand fisting in the covers.

[plaguedrat]

Rat laughs, kissing up a mark on Grey's hip where others won't see. A secret mark, just for him.

[silenttrainbaby]

Gasping, Grey lifts his head to see. Oh, he likes that, likes that they have secrets. Secrets are grand commodities, aren't they? To be hoarded and kept safe. His cock jumps.

[plaguedrat]

He notices that, reaching up to wrap his hand around it and stroke. Smiling, he lays his head on Grey's hip, looking up at him.

[silenttrainbaby]

The sight is enough to make it hard for Grey to try, still, to catch his breath. He strokes fingers over his lover's cheek, over his hair.

[plaguedrat]

Rat smiles again and then turns away, bending his head forward and taking Grey into his mouth.

[silenttrainbaby]

Oh. Warm and wet and ...

Grey's eyes roll back in his head and his toes curl. There are even goosepimples along his back.

Rat's smile makes his chest feel warm.

[plaguedrat]

His smile is stretched wide around Grey, cheeks gone hollow as he slides his head downward.

[silenttrainbaby]

Mouth in a silent 'oh,' Grey slips his fingers through Rat's hair - not guiding, but just feeling, just knowing. He even slits his eyes open to watch.

Yes, please.

[plaguedrat]

He makes no motion to stop, shameless in the way he lavishes attention on Grey.

[silenttrainbaby]

It makes Grey writhe and flex, fighting not to thrust up into that wet heat. He won't last long like this - it doesn't occur to him to try to hold back. Why would he? It feels too good.

[plaguedrat]

All of which Rat wants to see. He's come to enjoy the power that comes of making someone so happy.

[silenttrainbaby]

They both enjoy it; isn't it something?

Grey hitches in a breath and holds it, hanging just on the precipice before he comes, cock jerking against Rat's tongue, body heaving with the bone-deep pleasure.

[plaguedrat]

Rat gasps, pulling back to give himself room to swallow. Wiping off his mouth and licking his lips, he looks upward at Grey.

[silenttrainbaby]

Entirely relaxed, Grey reaches down, tracing the line of Rat's face with his finger, then urging him up, to lie with him. Another luxury, just lying together.

[plaguedrat]

Rat smiles, creeping up to kiss him, enjoying the gentle touch.

[silenttrainbaby]

They can lie together, here, like this, on their sides, for as long as they want, can't they? At some point, Grey will go feed the cat, but then they'll come back.

For the moment, though, He lies there, memorizing Rat's face.

[plaguedrat]

"You look at me like I could disappear at any second," Rat says, fond despite it. They both come from worlds where that could be true.

[silenttrainbaby]

Oh, how Grey hopes that doesn't happen. He touches Rat's face again, lingering there.

[plaguedrat]

When Rat finds a way out, he'll take Grey with him. To the West District or someplace beyond that suits them. It'll be theirs.

[silenttrainbaby]

But if they leave, Grey will leave behind Curtis and Yona. He isn't sure he can do that.

Not that it will come up, most likely.

For the moment, he keeps peering at Rat's face, at the tiny changes in expression, in the most minute details, fingers stroking along his cheek.

[plaguedrat]

Then they'll all go. Anyone who wants out of this trap.

But that search can wait. He's too caught up in the warmth of Grey's eyes.

[silenttrainbaby]

A kiss - a small one - and Grey settles again. The bed is soft and warm and Rat is warm and sweet. Grey is perfectly content to lie here, just like this, for a long time.

[plaguedrat]

Likewise, Rat has found a sanctuary. Not in this city, but in Grey's arms.

"Tell me when you want food," he mumbles. Otherwise he won't bother getting up.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey nods, just a tiny bit. Right now, he doesn't need anything and it's such a feeling; he doesn't know what to do with it. He cards fingers through Rat's hair.