Oblivion Awaits

"I still have the dagger you gave me.

Malzahar’s shoulders drooped almost imperceptibly at Spook’s words, but he was not completely disappointed. His mate might not have revealed his name, but it was not lost forever. With a nod, he accepted the answer, filing the information away for a future time.

"I have named you Saif, little one. It is a part of you as much as my name is a part of me. And while your impressive diversion skills are not as impressive as you would think, I will give you points for attempting. As such, I will relent. For now.”

Shifting into a more reclined position, his fingers closed around Spook’s hips, gently pulling him closer. He knew coaxing his beloved mate to reveal his painful past would take time and with all the time in the world, he was in no rush. The faint thought that Spook did not have the same luxury floated through his mind before it was ruthlessly obliterated. While it was something he knew he would have to deal with eventually, without potential answers, the possibility was too painful to even comprehend for the moment. Closing his eyes, he forcefully turned his attention back to the man in his lap.

Watching his mate try to hide in his own shadows had Malzahar’s eyebrows dipping in confusion and concern. He knew any topic relating to Spook’s home world was almost taboo as it touched upon subjects neither was willing to delve into at the moment, but he had not realized the issue of his name would be one of them. Running his fingers under the thief’s chin, he tugged him back up until blue eyes met his.

"Names are very important and I want to call you what you want to be called. I merely asked due to my own curiosity at the specialty of your particular name. If it was a nickname or family name, if it was an affectionate moniker bestowed at birth or one gained by ones own actions. That is all.”

Settling back against the tub, he tightened his grip on his lover, shifting him to a more comfortable position. Spook’s actions had given away more than his words and now that his interest was tapped, he would not let this particular conundrum escape him for long.

Remembering how he earned current moniker made him snort a short laugh. “I earned Spook as a trickster who refused to give a name. It is not normally one where I am from.” The way he came up on those wayward travelers like a ghost when they thought for sure they slew him the previous night. Their faces and how they tried to kill him again.They didn’t find it as humorous. 

"I have named you Saif, little one. It is a part of you as much as my name is a part of me. And while your impressive diversion skills are not as impressive as you would think, I will give you points for attempting. As such, I will relent. For now."

Shifting into a more reclined position, his fingers closed around Spook's hips, gently pulling him closer. He knew coaxing his beloved mate to reveal his painful past would take time and with all the time in the world, he was in no rush. The faint thought that Spook did not have the same luxury floated through his mind before it was ruthlessly obliterated. While it was something he knew he would have to deal with eventually, without potential answers, the possibility was too painful to even comprehend for the moment. Closing his eyes, he forcefully turned his attention back to the man in his lap.

I wish I was like him. So quick to sleep, eager for the next day to come. He doesn’t understand why I lay awake just to hold him, to hear his even breaths. He doesn’t worry what will happen when he’s gone. Laughs it away as if it can never happen. He can’t understand. But I do. When he ages and withers, those even breaths shudder and cease.

With a grin, he tightened his grip around Spook’s waist as they kissed. The link between them allowed too much through to be convinced by his mate’s little displays of defiance. Each time, he would just bide his time, wearing the other man down with glancing looks and bare touches before he gave in, seeking out his comfort. 

Their welcome home ritual complete, he settled back against the lip of the tub, sighing as the hot water seeped into his muscles. Hearing the curiosity ringing in his words, he didn’t even bother opening his eyes to answer his lover.

"Do you really want to know?" Feeling the head nod against his chest, his lips quirked upwards into a slight smirk. "That’s for me to know and you to never know. Or was it ‘you to never find out’?" Frowning, he shrugged. He didn’t particularly care about the silly little mortal spiel anyway. Feeling annoyance drift across the bond, he sighed and finally opened his eyes. 

Instead, he turned his face into Malzahar’s chest, and curled himself in inky shadows. A physical way to comfort and hide, to avoid what distressed him.

"Names are very important and I want to call you what you want to be called. I merely asked due to my own curiosity at the specialty of your particular name. If it was a nickname or family name, if it was an affectionate moniker bestowed at birth or one gained by ones own actions. That is all."

Settling back against the tub, he tightened his grip on his lover, shifting him to a more comfortable position. Spook's actions had given away more than his words and now that his interest was tapped, he would not let this particular conundrum escape him for long.

"I am a seer, you know. I can see anything and everything, especially when it comes to my mate.” It was still odd to be calling him that. The idea of mates and bonds was foreign to his home culture, though he had heard of it existing in others. Regardless, the thief was officially his and there was nothing anyone or anything could do that would pry the two apart.

Wrapping his arms around the younger man, he leaned down, burying his face against Spook’s neck, breathing in deeply. At the same time, he reached out with his mind, anxious to reaffirm their bond.

"Bloodhunt? Fuck you." Fingernails scratched frustration across his lover’s ribs. "The only satisfying part of that was slumping in that cushioned chair at the end. That is, until you had the nerve to rouse me."

Finally, he let himself break, ending his game and drowning Malzahar in his affections. He clung to him through the backlash of emotions. Trembling, fingers clutching at his soft locks, he let out a drawn out sigh. A gentle tug on them brought his mate up for the customary kiss they always shared after time apart. Two sharp nips and the sharing of their blood.

Their welcome home ritual complete, he settled back against the lip of the tub, sighing as the hot water seeped into his muscles. Hearing the curiosity ringing in his words, he didn't even bother opening his eyes to answer his lover.

"Do you really want to know?" Feeling the head nod against his chest, his lips quirked upwards into a slight smirk. "That's for me to know and you to never know. Or was it 'you to never find out'?" Frowning, he shrugged. He didn't particularly care about the silly little mortal spiel anyway. Feeling annoyance drift across the bond, he sighed and finally opened his eyes. 

"Better description or not, you did exactly as expected. I suppose that deserves a reward," he mused, giving the thief a sideways look. "Is there anything you want? Other than getting out of this bath?" He finished dryly, reaching the bathroom.

Moving past his mate, Malzahar turned the faucet, allowing steaming water to noisily fill the wide tub. Idly humming, he began to strip. Feeling a flare of interest seep across their bond, he grinned before dropping his pants. Bending down, he took his time in checking the water temperature and turning the knob once a good height had been reached. Without a word, he stepped in, letting out a sigh as he sank into the heated water.

After settling himself, he lazily opened his eyes. Shooting his lover a faint smirk, he gestured at the other side of the tub.

He stayed in his spot a moment longer shaking his head, then gave into the request. Crossing into the sunlit part of the room, he peeled off own clothes, noting how the dry sweat made them cling and the lines of dirt where the cloth had kept him relatively clean of dirt.

"I am a seer, you know. I can see anything and everything, especially when it comes to my mate." It was still odd to be calling him that. The idea of mates and bonds was foreign to his home culture, though he had heard of it existing in others. Regardless, the thief was officially his and there was nothing anyone or anything could do that would pry the two apart.

Wrapping his arms around the younger man, he leaned down, burying his face against Spook's neck, breathing in deeply. At the same time, he reached out with his mind, anxious to reaffirm their bond.

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"This is not the exact man I sent you to find. However…" He drawled, slowly making his way over to the couch. "This man will work out even better. Good job, my little saif.” Leaning down, he brushed a kiss along his jaw, mentally reaching out at the same time. Lowering himself onto the cushion next to his mate, he pressed closer, nosing his way down his throat. A couple seconds later, he jerked back, his nose wrinkling. Standing back up, he smoothly wrapped his fingers around Spook’s, gently tugging him up onto his feet.

Tired and exhausted from dragging the slumbering stranger, he barely settled against the subtle curves of his lover before they jerked away from him. Finding himself on his feet again, he stared flatly at the other man for a moment. ”Maybe if you gave me a better description I wouldn’t have had to sweat my ass off in that shit desert town for six fucking days,” he huffed, ripping his hand free of the other.

Even as he spoke, he knew the trip left him too enervated to contemplate arguing against a bath. Besides, hot water and sore muscles almost sounded nice. His dark demeanor lingered a little longer. Make Malzahar think he’s mulling over a bath when was already decided.

"Better description or not, you did exactly as expected. I suppose that deserves a reward," he mused, giving the thief a sideways look. "Is there anything you want? Other than getting out of this bath?" He finished dryly, reaching the bathroom.

Moving past his mate, Malzahar turned the faucet, allowing steaming water to noisily fill the wide tub. Idly humming, he began to strip. Feeling a flare of interest seep across their bond, he grinned before dropping his pants. Bending down, he took his time in checking the water temperature and turning the knob once a good height had been reached. Without a word, he stepped in, letting out a sigh as he sank into the heated water.

After settling himself, he lazily opened his eyes. Shooting his lover a faint smirk, he gestured at the other side of the tub.

Pressing closer, he nosed along the underside of his jaw, a faint chuckle sounding at his question. Already he could feel Spook’s arousal, both leaking across their bond and between his legs. With a disappointing sigh, he pulled back.

"Now? Not enough time. But you’re resourceful, I’m sure you could easily breeze through this little job and make it back before you knew it." Dipping his head, he brushed his mouth against Spook’s ear.

SIx days passed when he finally found someone who matched Malzahar’s bare bones description. Another two gave him the chance to slip him enough drugs to sleep through their uneventful journey back. He wasn’t entirely sure he fetched the right man. 

"This is not the exact man I sent you to find. However..." He drawled, slowly making his way over to the couch. "This man will work out even better. Good job, my little saif." Leaning down, he brushed a kiss along his jaw, mentally reaching out at the same time. Lowering himself onto the cushion next to his mate, he pressed closer, nosing his way down his throat. A couple seconds later, he jerked back, his nose wrinkling. Standing back up, he smoothly wrapped his fingers around Spook's, gently tugging him up onto his feet.

Hearing the ready acceptance, he smirked, watching Spook relish the small gift. Of course, his easy pliancy did not last long and within seconds, he was back to exuding his typical surly demeanor. His amusement stayed, however, as he could still feel the heat and desire flowing from the thief’s side of their bond. Turning away, he paced a short line, shrugging vaguely.

"All in due time, my little saif. I will give you the tools required to find this exact target. As I said, the method of disposal is arbitrary, but I do need the blood still in his body.” Pausing, he gave Spook a look out of the corner of his eyes before turning to face him fully, his point made.

The thief was in his arms a second later, grasping fingers and rough tongue, eager for what Malzahar had promised. Smoothly taking the control from his mate, he pushed back, shoving the other man onto the flat of the table. Nonsensical whispered words slipped from his mouth as it trailed down the warm skin of his throat before nipping lightly at his pulse.

Whether he meant for messing up or leaving him, he never clarified. Shifting in the darkening pool, he wrapped his legs about him. Matched him touch for touch. Every second spent twining himself tighter to his seer sent his thoughts of his request further away.

Pressing closer, he nosed along the underside of his jaw, a faint chuckle sounding at his question. Already he could feel Spook's arousal, both leaking across their bond and between his legs. With a disappointing sigh, he pulled back.

"Now? Not enough time. But you're resourceful, I'm sure you could easily breeze through this little job and make it back before you knew it." Dipping his head, he brushed his mouth against Spook's ear.

As he spoke, he made his way over to the thief’s side, giving his movements an vague interest. Nothing held it and before long he was turning his focus back to the man himself, who still was turned away from him. Pulling the corner of his lip into his mouth, Malzahar bit down hard enough to break the skin, swiping his thumb through the red bead that welled up. Reaching out, he pressed it against Spook’s mouth.

Soon the flavor faded, and with it the fog shrouding his awareness, to be replaced by the realization of what he did. Flustered, he shoved the man’s hand away, trying his best to endure the urge to lick at the crimson streaking his mouth and chin. 

"You keep saying body, but outside of sex you’ve yet to state what other standards must be met. And I expect proper compensation for a bloodless kill…"

"All in due time, my little saif. I will give you the tools required to find this exact target. As I said, the method of disposal is arbitrary, but I do need the blood still in his body." Pausing, he gave Spook a look out of the corner of his eyes before turning to face him fully, his point made.

The thief was in his arms a second later, grasping fingers and rough tongue, eager for what Malzahar had promised. Smoothly taking the control from his mate, he pushed back, shoving the other man onto the flat of the table. Nonsensical whispered words slipped from his mouth as it trailed down the warm skin of his throat before nipping lightly at his pulse.

That’s a stupid question.

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