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Buck x Jackal!!~ My beloved OTP

I’m sorry for shitty shading, but I don’t care if it’s messy - I just missed them!! ^w^ Remember what I said about picking up your ships from shelf? Still the same joy!

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Buck/Jackal

They notice how their code names are of an animal. Buck insist that it’s for buckshot, not a male deer buck but Jackal insists, “Head strong, proud with puffed-up chest. Yup, you are a buck.” Buck lets out a guffaw and asks what if his big antler gets stuck on tree branches, to which Jackal replies, “Even if it does, I’ll stand by you so no wolves can approach. You’re my prey and mine alone.”

Buck never thought he would fall for someone suave and flirty in other words, a buttery casanova such as Jackal. He assumed Jackal to be those kind who regards love interests as play things, so he swore to not fall under the Spanish magic, the fragrant breeze that exudes midnight summer heat. Whenever Jackal inched in closer, Buck stood on his spot to watch the other man stride past. But oh, how wrong he was! The supposed lover-man never approached Buck for a mere game. It was Buck who enarmoured Jackal with an exterior of a great mountain. A deep snowy forest that has fierce predators and resilient preys. Buck possesses wisdom and a sense of reality, and that painted him reliable and honest.

Jackal pretends to be asleep when Buck joins him in bed. He often slips out from the loosened grasp for a smoke, or deep contemplation at the mercy of bewitching hours. It’s been a month since they started dating and Jackal hears Buck’s muffled snore. As he decides to sneak out again, he feels a tight wrap around his waste and a mumble, “You can smoke here, if you want. Or talk to me.” 

Buck really doesn’t mean to be intimidating, but he has an image of a young Santa Claus who’s just returned from a war against Krampus. This is a bit of disadvantage when he goes out for a coffee in café because he makes children cry. Every single one of them whenever he stares at them. Of course there’s not a speck of malice - Buck just looked around like a person would when they daydream. This is where Jackal comes in to save the day. The Spaniard lavishes the child with cheap magic tricks and small songs (and the parents are also charmed by such handsome man.) When Buck asks if he’s that scary, Jackal says, “Not really. Children are still learning to appreciate good things in life, so don’t blame them.”

Birthdays had never been a big deal for Ryad. The only happy memories that came with the anniversary of his birth had ever been celebrated with Faisal and even those were tinged with a bittersweetness brought on by his death. And to have a reminder that he was getting old, that it would start to become increasingly difficult to do his job was something he loathed. Forty-nine? It was ridiculous to believe that he was a year away from fifty, half a century. He wasn’t a young man anymore, and yet…

A breath escaped him as lips closed over the hard plane of his chest, accompanied with the soft caress of his lover’s beard. If his birthday meant that he could wake to the reality of this relationship every day he would gladly age. If he was honest with himself, any morning not accompanied by the urgent reminder of an upcoming mission was typically built up by the early morning caress of hands and loving press of lips that Ryad was almost sure he could live off of. This morning had not been much different except for the fact that Sébastian had made it his mission to take his time and made sure the Spaniard basked in the sheer heavenly pleasure that he brought to the bedroom. As Jackal came down from his high, chest rising and falling with deep panting breaths of satisfaction, Sébastian continued his worship of the man who shared his bed. An open-mouthed kiss pressed hot and wet against his neck and Ryad groaned, gripped the back of his lover’s hair, pulling him back to kiss him fully, lips moving in an endless exploration of his skin. It was a feeling he was sure was committed to memory, even if he had never intended for it to happen.

They broke apart, Ryad’s expression almost awed, only to be met with a near smirk on Sébastian’s lips. “You’re perfection…” the Spaniard whispered, voice rough with sleep and desire and the myriad of other emotions that swirled in his chest. “I don’t deserve you, mi amor…” Buck’s eyes darkened a tint and he nudged his nose against Ryad’s with a grin.

“Non, mon cher. It is I who don’t deserve you.”

Lips moved together in a slow kiss that promised a crescendo, only to be broken by the French-Canadian as he moved out of bed. Ryad groaned again, reaching for the empty space but making no real effort to move. It was his birthday after all.

“No me dejes,” he murmured with no real conviction, instead opting to watch Sébastian walk across their shared room with nothing but his pride, the younger operative shooting back a teasing, “I don’t know what that means.”

Dios mio, he was lovely to look at. His dark gaze never left the other man as Sébastian opened up the closet and dug around inside. Fishing in the pocket of his favorite coat, Buck’s expression went from bright to concerned, the look twisting his features as he frowned. Despite the obvious panic beginning to rise in his lover, Ryad had to admit the bunch and release of the muscles of his back as he sifted through the other items in the closet was a welcome sight. He was about to ask if he could help when Buck pulled back, a triumphant look on his handsome face. It was almost enough to take Jackal’s breath away. Perhaps heaven was real with such perfection in the world.

“Close your eyes, Ryad,” Sébastian commanded softly and oh, if he could compel him to do anything when he spoke with such firm confidence. But Ryad would never tell him that. Instead, he sank into the pillows of the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes in compliance to the request. A grin pulled his mouth at such a childish game. He was sure it was surprise, why else have him close his eyes? What else could Sébastian possibly have planned when they had already moved past their earlier lovemaking?

The bed dipped near his left hip and it was difficult to suppress the urge to peek. Instead, his pulse picked up in a way that was very different from the adrenaline of a mission. It was the only time he felt light, breathless, alive in a way that made him feel like nothing could ever go wrong. The soldier in him was so very aware of the other body in the room, the way the warmth of Buck’s body was exactly next to his own, the way that his face must be close because of the soft puff of breath that fanned against his cheek. Warmth radiated in his chest, only fanned as one of Sébastian’s hands rested just above his heart, accompanied by the soft weight of something. Dios mio, is that a box…?

“You know I’m not one to tiptoe…” came Buck’s voice, his breath caressing Ryad’s ear as he spoke in a low rumble, “I know what I want and I want you, Ryad. For today, for tomorrow, and for every day after…”

It mattered little to Jackal if his eyes were supposed to remain closed because the words spilling from Buck’s lips were too much for him and his eyes sprang open to stare at the ceiling, breath quickening as the young man continued to speak.

“I hope you will say yes, but know that a no will not change the way I feel about you. I love you, Ryad and I want you forever from this day forward. Will you-”

“Yes.”

It was a breathed word, barely audible but perhaps the most impactful syllable spoke in either of their lives. Ryad had turned his face coming nose to nose with Sébastian, his gaze intense almost to the point of ferocity. It was Sébastian’s turn to look on in awe, his jaw tightening with emotion as if he couldn’t believe the answer would have been that easy. Jackal broke the stillness of the moment as he reached for his lover, pulling him down for a deep kiss, the box sliding into the sheets forgotten for the moment. What was a ring anyway except for a physical symbol of something they already had?

“Yes, yes, forever yes,” he chanted against Sébastian’s mouth, eyes still intensely gazing into the vast blue of the other’s. “You will never be rid of me, Sébastian. For this day and every day after you will be mine and I will be yours.”

As their lips met, a thought crossed Jackal’s mind before giving way to the warm glow of bliss.

Indeed I do remember hurting my bois ;))

On their fourth day of camping out in Sepaq forest, Jackal’s heart races as he discovers fresh tracks. An upside-down heart shape with concave sides. The front tips are pointy and located towards the inside of the track. 

“Amor, look!” Jackal taps on Buck, “This must be a deer.”

“Sure is.” Buck shines a smile and tiptoes to plant a kiss on the Spaniard’s messy hair. Despite only spending two days to study the footprint diagrams, Jackal radiates pure talent in learning how to track. If Buck plans to return the police force with a reminder course of his criminology degree, him and Jackal could open up their own private detective services. Although that's a daydream to discuss sometime later in comfort because they aren’t about to miss out on venison steak for tomorrow’s lunch.

“Sun sets fast here.” Jackal observes the surrounding that’s succumbing in a gradient of orange and navy blue. 

“That’s how it is in the forest,” Buck watches his breath evaporating in a fog. As he unlocks the safety on a marksman rifle, Jackal follows and does the same, “We better finish this before it’s too late.”