Cam hadn’t been through a storm like this in a long time. For a grown-ass man, one who fought literal super villains in his free time, things like this made him surprisingly uneasy. He’d forgotten when he moved here that this place was a literal island in the ocean, and storms like this weren’t uncommon or out of place, and losing power did not help his anxiety in any way. Very reluctantly Cam had left Zeus at home to go get water, candles and a flashlight, all of which he’d yet to buy since moving, but part of him was worried those would be gone by the time he reached the nearest store.
Currently, Cam stood in a crowded entrance to a store, half-drenched with his eyes closed as he tried to think about being anywhere else but here. He could handle this- he handled far worse on a daily basis. Zeus was nervous too and his own nervous energy just made them both anxious. He-
A familiar voice jarred him from his thoughts and a relieved smile eased over his lips.
“Hey! I am super glad to see you,” Cam waved Danny over to him, “why’re you out in this weather?”
Danny walked over to him, navigating around the people that were still crowding at the front. Danny was an observant person by nature, and he could see a bit of nervous energy coming out of Cam and cocked his head as he looked at him, though the smile was still in his face. “It’s really good to see you too! Are you okay? You cold?”
Chucking quietly at himself, Danny raised one hand to scratch the back of his neck as a faint blush spread along his skin. “So... I have been postponing getting food for a while. Now all I have are my kids’ food and I’m not about to touch that.”
Danny stopped to look around them briefly, scrunching his nose for a second before looking back at Cam. “Also batteries. You’d think that at least one of three flashlights I found int he house would have batteries, but nope.”
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Cam: Cam sighed softly and leaned into Bronwyn's touch. "What if I don't want you to see me like that?" he asked, staring back down at his hands. "I... hate when I'm like that, I hate people I love seeing me like that."
Bronwyn: “I know.” She gave him another kiss. “It hurts you just as much as it hurts the people you love when they have to see you like that. Believe me, I know. But they have to see in order to help. You have to let them in and let them love you.”
Cam: Cam felt a few more tears well up, and he smiled sadly at his hands, this time not reacting to her touch.
"I think... no matter how much I tell myself I am...or hear you, and luce, and everyone else say I am... deep down, I think I still don't believe I deserve that kinda love," he laughed a little and reached up to press his hands into his eyes, to try and curb the stream of tears that threatened to follow.
Bronwyn: "Well you do, Cam." Bronwyn offered him another tissue. "And we will both tell you as often as you need to hear it, until you finally believe it. We love you and ye're worth so much more than you think you are. You matter the world to us."
Cam: Cam used the tissues to wipe his eyes and took a few more deep breaths to try and calm himself down again.
"Thanks," he sniffed, and after a few more shakes of his shoulders as he tried to stifle the sobs that threatened to bubble over, he threw his arms around Bron's neck and gave her a squeeze. "M sorry...."
Bronwyn: "Oh, darlin', you don't have to thank me." Not for loving him, or believing in his worth, or drying his tears. And definitely not for hugging him tightly as he tried to pull himself together.
"You don't have to apologize to me, darlin'. Just promise me that you'll let me help you and that you'll take care of yerself. That's all I need."
Cam: "I'll try, I promise I'll try."
Bronwyn: "That's all we ask, darlin'." She kissed his cheek. "So will you stay with me for a while?"
Cam: "Yeah... I will. Can I bring Zeus with me? I don't want to leave him alone at the apartment if I can help it."
Bronwyn: Bronwyn's shoulders slumped with relief. She couldn't make all his problems disappear overnight, but at least she could keep him safe.
"Of course you can. You know I love dogs. I'll spoil the both o' you."
Cam: " Zeus and I will not complain about that," Cam smiled, although there was still a twinge of reluctance in his eyes. "Thanks...again."
Bronwyn: "Thank me by lettin' me take care o' you. Startin' with this lasagna. Ye're gettin' a salad with it. You need the vitamins."
Cam: "Alright," Cam chuckled, and he carefully rose from the floor. He offered a hand to Bronwyn to help her to her feet. "I haven't had a good 'ole fashioned home cooked meal in a while. Or a decent salad, now that I think about it."
Bronwyn: Bronwyn accepted his hand and gave Cam another hug once they were both standing. "Well ye're havin' one now. Lasagna won't be long. Why don't you go wash up and we'll have that salad."
Cam: "Sounds perfect," he nodded, and disappeared to the bathroom to wash his face and hands.
"Night," Kelly called, waving to the elder of his two bosses. Tonight was an O'Charlie's night, which meant that not only was it one of the quiet nights, it was one of the nights he got to take the scenic route home.
He could've driven, and the rapid approach of winter might well force him to, but for now he chose to walk. He was in new territory; he wanted to get the lay of the land. To observe the town when it was quiet and empty, when the humans were tucked safe in bed and the only ones about where people--things--like him.
Cam: Tonight was one of those nights. Uncomfortable and filled with emotions he didn't want to deal with, working out was his way to distract himself. He had energy to expend and the more exhausted he was at the end of the night- the less likely he was to have nightmares.
So he stood, shirtless and panting in the middle of a secluded clearing, multiple knocked over trees lay scattered haphazardly throughout. He looked down at his bloody knuckles and sighed, wishing quietly that he felt more exhausted. He walked over to his discarded shirt and used it to dab some of the sweat from his face.
Kelly: It was colder than he expected for this part of the country. Naturally, he wondered, or helped along by something? This town was a mix of scents of all sorts of species, he wouldn't be surprised if the owner of one of those scents was responsible for the snow he'd been warned would be coming soon.
The sharp crack of wood snapping had him stopping in his tracks and turning toward the woods, listening. Not a twig, the sound was too loud. Not someone cutting a tree, there was no repetitive movement.
Kelly turned off the path and moved toward the source.
Cam: Cam dropped his shirt back next to his bag, and he ignored the chill settling over his skin.
It made the parts of his skin flush from the exertion stick out, and the scars littering his body were more apparent. There were multiple that seem haphazard, like accidents marring his pale skin, but others were intentional, surgical, following his arms, lines of muscle, and one large one that followed the length of his spine. The worst was one that marked his left hip, a clean mark on both the front and back side, as if something had gone through Cam, and it was barely visible above the hem of his pants.
Cam didn't care about his scars most days, but today he felt he was isolated enough that it wouldn't matter. He exhaled softly and moved to the other side of the clearing at a speed not natural for a human. From one end to the next he ran, slowly building up speed until it almost appeared as if he were appearing at one side, then the next.
At one point he stumbled, tripping over a root that knocked him out of the speed he was travelling, and hurdled him into a tree. It left a massive dent as the tree cracked and splintered, and Cam groaned as he slumped at its base. A moment later and he was upright again, stretching his back as if he was little more than a little stiff from the impact.
"Fuck- I can't get the timing right..."
Kelly: Despite his unfamiliarity with these woods, Kelly moved as silently as a cat, scenting the air every few feet to try to get a read on what he was coming up on.
Right off the bat, it wasn't Fera. At least not any that he recognized, and he recognized quite a few. It was almost...it smelled vaguely human.
He stopped just short of the clearing, choosing a hiding place that allowed him unobstructed view while still keeping him concealed.
Definitely not a Fera. Most certainly not a human.
The person he saw in the clearing bore an...uncomfortable resemblance to himself in a few key areas. He looked human enough to blend in, but no human he'd ever seen could...
Fuck, he was running. At first glance he'd thought the guy was just teleporting from one side of the clearing to another but no, it was only an illusion. What kind of human could reach speeds like that?
Must be a witch.
Cam: Cam turned and slammed his fist angrily into the tree, causing it splinter further, and with another punch it groaned and slowly fell to the ground with a thundering crash. Cam's knuckles were bruised and bloodied as he pulled them back, but a moment later the wounds knit themselves back together. Cam dusted himself off and sighed, wishing there was something else he could do to push himself further than running and tripping constantly. If he couldn't handle a straight line there was no way an obstacle course was a good idea, but-
Suddenly the hairs stood on the back of Cam's neck and he felt like he was being watched. It was the middle of the night in the middle of the woods- all the noise he was making had the potential to attract some attention.
"Who's out there?" he called into the darkness, turning slowly as if he expected some sort of response. If there was no answer he would do a parameter check and go back to running, he decided. If someone was watching and this wasn’t just his paranoia, they were welcome to as long as it wasn't going to be a problem.
Kelly: Had Kelly been attached to this place it would've pissed him right the hell off that this man was wreaking so much havoc on the trees. It was painfully obvious that this guy had supernatural strength and probably some magic; surely he could conjure himself a better way to...workout? Was that what he was doing? Hell if he knew.
Kelly went perfectly and completely still as the man spoke, something almost smile-like moving across his face. Well then. Looked like the witch had some magic in him after all.
Question now was, should he reveal himself?
Cam: Cam waited for another moment before he ran around the clearing, jumping in and out of his supernatural speeds as he searched for someone he wasn't even sure was there. When he found no one, he stopped back at the center of the clearing. Satisfied, but still unable to shake the feeling he was being watched, Cam started to gather up the damaged trees, lifting them with ease, albeit a bit awkwardly, and began placing them into a pile at the edge of the clearing.
He sighed once all four of the trees were stacked, all with their tops severed so the logs laid nicely in the pile and their tops sat in a separate pile a few feet away, and he pat the wood with his hand.
"I'll replace you when it's warm enough and the ground isn't so hard," he mused, and with another set of well-placed punches and healed knuckles the logs were broken down into smaller pieces, closer resembling firewood one could fit into a cozy fireplace at home. He would burn it all later if he couldn't find a better use for it. Then he retrieved his long-sleeved, dark green shirt and his bag and moved back to the center of the clearing.
With another sigh, he flopped down at the center, arms and legs spread out as he looked up at the clear night sky and watched his breath curl upwards in little puffs of air. He closed his eyes and debated his options. He could go home, still not exhausted and try and stay up. Hope that sleep exhaustion would prevent potential nightmares. He could run some more, but after doing it for over an hour he was bored and wasn't sure he could do it for a few hours more.
"Fuuuuck..." he whined and opened his eyes back up. He started to name constellations that he could see instead as a chill settled over his skin. Maybe he could let it get painful enough that it would motivate him to move. Was it even that cold yet? He couldn't tell.
Kelly: Either he was extremely well-hidden or this witch wasn't very good at searching. It was too soon to tell.
What was easily to tell was that whatever the witch was trying to accomplish with all his running and firewood chopping, it clearly wasn't working. The frustration weighed heavy in the air, and a scent like that tended to attract things.
Kelly moved around the perimeter of the clearing and silently emerged somewhere to the witch's left.
"Trees don't work that way," he said casually, voice raspier than usual after an evening of speaking.
Cam: Cam jumped, having settled just enough that he wasn't expecting an interruption. Now that there was one he was on his feet, legs spread and body low - ready for action.
"I- I fuckin' know that," Cam placed a hand on his chest and he tried to steady his rapidly beating heart. The man looked human enough, but Cam had met enough creatures in the middle of the night- in the middle of the woods- to know that this probably wasn't the case. He didn't seem aggressive at least, so he tried to take slow deep breaths to calm down. "I don't always do this to trees it's just-" he bit his lip, "I'm just having a bad day. I'm gonna replant them."
He shot the stranger a tiny glare, but there was no malice behind it.
"Do you normally sneak up on people who can knock down trees with their bare fists?" and with a bright green flash Cam's hand began to glow, he raised it, casting a soft green light over himself and the stranger so he could see the other better.
Kelly: Kelly's stance was far more relaxed, although with his broad frame and height, he was still an imposing figure. More so when the green light emphasized the shadows and scar on his face.
Green light that didn't startle or surprise him in the slightest. He had no reaction to it at all.
Rather than answer the witch's question, he said, "Do it soon. Dead branches won't take root."
Cam: "I... was just going to get new ones in the spring and bring them out here. Is there a way to use branches to do the same thing?" Cam asked as he took in the other man's figure. He was big, handsome, and Cam only glanced at the scar across the other man's face. He had plenty of his own, they didn't faze him outside of an internal question of 'how'- which was generally rude to ask a stranger, so he bit his tongue.
Kelly: A single nod. “As long as the branch is alive and has leaves.” He nodded toward the pile of leafy branches. Plenty to work with.
Cam: "Alright then," Cam turned and approached the area of downed trees. He extended his hands out in front of him and both began to glow. The ground around each of the newly severed stumps began to shift, and each one rose up as if being expelled from the earth. Cam walked over to each one and moved them over to the pile of broken logs that he'd made, and when he returned to each spot he had a new, sizable branch in his arms to replace it.
He maintained the light in his hands until he was finished, using it to illuminate the hole that appeared as he neared each spot and drop the branch inside. Then the dirt wrapped around the branch after Cam placed it, and he knelt down to pat it in with his hands, like a little finishing touch.
"How's that?" Cam asked as he approached the stranger again, and his head tilted curiously to the side. As he worked he had formed some new questions for the stranger, but he held those for after the work was done.
Kelly: Kelly hadn't expected the witch to get started on the reforestation right this minute, but he supposed it was as good a time as any.
He watched the whole process with quiet fascination. This man seemed very well practiced in his craft; he didn't seem to be putting forth much effort at all. The things magic could do.
"Looks good to me." Time would tell of the branches took root in the soil.
Cam: "Good... I guess I'll just keep an eye on them... it's cold so it might not work too well this time of year but I don't really know that much about plants...I'll replant them in spring if they don't take." the glowing stopped, and Cam blinked a few times to try and let his eyes adjust.
"So... you don't seem too put off by all of... this," He gestured to himself, "What are you exactly?"
Kelly: "Time will tell." The frost might very well kill the branches, but not necessarily. Branches were a lot hardier than seedlings.
Well now. That question came a lot quicker than he'd expected, and his answer would be equal parts true, vague, and mysterious.
"Enlightened."
Cam: "Yeah?" Cam asked and a grin flashed over his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest and his head tilted in the opposite direction. "How so?"
Kelly: Kelly gestured to the witch, mimicking what he'd just done.
"To all this."
Cam: Cam's grin widened and his brow raised skeptically. "Okay, so enlighten me. What do you think you know about me?"
Kelly: "You're frustrated. This..." he gestured around the clearing, "isn't working."
Cam: Cam's grin faltered as he hit the nail on the head. "... you might be right about that..." he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Some nights are just... bad ones..." and he wondered if the other might understand what he meant. He couldn't imagine that scar came from your average accident, but that was making assumptions he had no business making.
Kelly: The witch's reaction told him that he was definitely right about that, along with everything else he'd seen thus far. And of course he'd seen a few bad nights himself--more than a few if he was honest. But this wasn't just that. If it was just a bad night, the witch would feel dejected and tired and yes, frustrated, but not to such a degree.
"You need a new strategy."
Cam: Cam eyed the other skeptically, and his hands moved to his hips as he gave the other a slow once-over. "Do you... have a suggestion? Anything else I'd do..." He trailed off, not wanting to talk to a stranger about his various one-night stands or getting so drunk he'd black out. This was his way of avoiding those things. "... just doesn't work."
Kelly: "Of course it doesn't work. You have to challenge yourself to get better at something."
Cam: "I-I'm trying!" Cam huffed, "I keep trying to get my speed under control but there's a point I hit where I just lose it. I try to build it up slowly but if I do anything other than run in a straight line I can't stop and end up breaking more things...."
He gave the other another small scowl without malice. It was filled with irritation more than anything else. "Why am I even talking to you about this? I don't even know your name."
Kelly: "So don't run in a straight line. Pull a NASCAR."
Kelly was asking himself a similar question. Why was he talking to this witch? He didn't normally seek out conversations with strangers; he preferred to watch them. He did know why the witch was talking to him though.
"I'm a bartender. People talk to me."
Cam: Cam smiled at that, and the smallest laugh huffed from his chest. 'Pull a NASCAR was one phrase he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon.
"But we're not in a bar and unfortunately I'm not drunk..." Both of which definitely would have loosened his tongue. There was an air about the stranger that made Cam oddly comfortable despite their current situation-which should have put the average man on edge. He glanced around the clearing and started to mentally map a course he could try to run. So many trees were going to go down if he started this....
"I'm Cam," he offered as his gaze turned back to the stranger.
Kelly: "Not here," he said when he saw the witch looking around. He was all for working out in the forest but it wasn't the ideal location for what this man was clearly trying to do. "A track."
Cam. It suited him. "Kelly."
Cam: "Kelly..." Cam liked it. It wasn't a common name for a guy, but fit the man before him surprisingly well. "I'm glad I have a name now, I was going to resort to 'TDH' soon- Tall Dark and Handsome," Cam flashed Kelly a flirty smirk. Then he blinked.
"Wait- you want me to actually pull a NASCAR- your suggestion is for me to break into and literally run a NASCAR racetrack?" Was this guy serious?
Kelly: Kelly just stared at Cam for a moment. ‘TDH’? Really? That was one of the cheesiest things he’d heard in his life.
“Pull a NASCAR on a running track.”
Cam: Don't worry Kelly, there was bound to be plenty more cheese where that came from.
"Okay- so still breaking and entering, but just a different type of track," he laughed, the first genuine one of the evening. "Alright, I'm willing to try anything at this point. Where am I gonna find one of those?"
Kelly: "Most you'll have to do is hop a fence, maybe not even that. Most tracks are open to the public." At least he was cheering the witch up. "High school probably has one. Community college."
Cam: "I guess I'll just have to search for one. Where I'm from they're not generally public use after a certain time- for the most part. And that just seems a little... Public, when you're trying to practice super speed," his head tilted again and he looked at Kelly thoughtfully. "Thanks."
Kelly: "This is a small town," he said with a shrug. "Security's lax. No one hangs around schools this late." Seemed like the ideal place to practice, but that was just him.
Cam: "....." Cam was quiet for a moment. "...Want to grab a coffee? Or food- or something- with me?" Cam asked, seizing a random urge to try and keep talking to this oddity of a man before him.
Then he flashed a cheeky grin at Kelly. "It would be nice to get a better look at the handsome new coach who I found- well- who found me I guess- in the middle of a dark forest." An odd meeting, but a fateful one, if Cam believed in that stuff.
Kelly: The offer made Kelly take pause. This witch was...far too eager to spend time with him. He knew the aura he gave off; it was meant to warn people away, not draw them closer. And that didn't even begin to touch on the insistence on calling him handsome.
"Coach?" Oh god, was he this man's coach now? Just because he'd made a suggestion? This was treading entirely too far into the realm of off-duty social interaction for his liking. "Is there anything open now?"
Cam: Cam chuckled at the question.
"It was a joke, don't worry," Cam reassured him with an amused smile. There were no expectations with this social interaction, only gentle teasing and flirting if Can didn't read it as making Kelly uncomfortable. So far it hadn't, which he took as a good sign.
"There's a little diner I like that's open 24 hours. It's kinda secluded, and their coffee is terrible, but it's good for nights when you don't want to sleep. Plus they have amazing burgers, and I'm pretty much ready to eat 5 of them." He smiled hopefully up at Kelly.
Kelly: "Uh...all right. Sure." Hell if he knew why he was agreeing. The witch could very well see this as something it wasn't, or worse, as a go ahead for more at some point in the future.
He fully expected to regret this later on.
Cam: Cam's expression brightened as Kelly agreed, and he reached down to grab his pack and sling it over his shoulder.
"Follow me!" He chimed, and he waved for Kelly to follow as he headed for the nearby path.
Kelly: Good God, he thought, utterly bewildered that his legs were actually carrying him forward. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
Cam: Silence followed as they walked, and Cam adjusted so he could walk beside his new acquaintance. It was comfortable, at least for Cam, but after a bit he couldn't resist the urge to break the silence.
"What were you up to tonight, outside of meeting me?"
Kelly: The lack of conversation came as a pleasant surprise. Considering everything that had just transpired, he fully expected the witch to be a chatterb--
Ah, hell. There it was.
"Work."
Cam: "Done with a shift at the bar and going for a walk? Or do bars require you to go on late night walks?" He glanced over at Kelly with his head tilted curiously.
Kelly: "Done with my shift. Bar closed. I was walking home."
Cam would quickly learn that Kelly always gave the most succinct, monosyllabic responses to questions.
Cam: Cam didn't mind. He was happy to fluctuate between short bursts of conversation and silence, and Kelly wasn't the first person he'd met where Cam had to facilitate most of the conversation.
"What bar do you work at?"
Kelly: "O'Charlie's and Pete's."
Cam: "Never been there," Cam replied. "What kinda bar is it?"
Kelly: “Never been to which one?”
Cam: "Either."
Kelly: “Pete’s is a pub with food and music and O’Charlie’s is a regular bar.”
Cam: "Do you like working there?"
Kelly: “Keeps me clothed, fed, and sheltered.”
Cam: "Is that the same as liking it?" He chuckled.
Kelly: “I like it well enough. It’s early days.”
Cam: "Early days? Like you get out early? This late at night?"
Kelly: “I mean I just started working at both places.”
Cam: "Oh- you new to the area then?"
Kelly: Kelly nodded. "Yeah. Just moved here."
Cam: "I've only been here a couple years myself," Can explained as they found the edge of the forest. He led Kelly on in silence from this point, enjoying the cool night air as they approached the edge of the small city. He followed the few lights that glittered their way from the edge and the few souls still awake at this time.
Cam led Kelly to a small diner at the edge of town, fashioned like it was something straight from the 50s, but well-kept and full of spirit, down to their energetic staff, despite the time of night.
Cam smiled to waitress as she recognized him, and led him and Kelly to a booth that would comfortably fit the two. Cam slid into one of the benches, and started looking at the menu she offered them both, despite already knowing what he wanted.
Kelly: "About a week and a half for me." He was still mostly living out of boxes and eating takeout most days. He probably needed to buckle down and finish unpacking, not that there was much to unpack. Small as his new house was, it was still going to be fairly empty when he was all settled in.
The diner seemed nice enough. Clean, normal looking employees. Even if this all went up in flames, he potentially had a new place to eat.
Kelly sat and shook his head at the offered menu. "Just coffee, thanks."
Cam: The waitress nodded and turned to Cam expectantly, who, based on her reaction, seemed to order his usual. He'd only been here a few times, but his appearance wasn't one that was easy to forget. The waitress disappeared to put in Cam's order, and a few minutes later she returned with a full coffee cup and a bow with packets of creamer and sugar.
When she disappeared Cam smiled at Kelly and tilted his head to the side.
Cam: His look was thoughtful, and he gave Kelly a slow once-over.
Kelly: Kelly gave the waitress a small nod in thanks and grabbed four packets of sugar, tearing them all at once and stirring them in. No cream for him.
"You're staring at me."
Cam: Cam watched Kelly mix his coffee, and his smile widened as he nodded.
"You're just more handsome in the light," he grinned, "my powers make everything kinda eerie-looking in the dark."
Kelly: “I am eerie looking in the dark,” he deadpanned, sipping his coffee. It wouldn’t win any awards but he’d had worse.
As for the handsome comment, he was absolutely ignoring that.
Cam: "Everything looks eerie in the dark in the glow of a green light," Cam corrected with a pointed look and he stuck out his tongue at Kelly.
Kelly: Kelly squinted over the rim of his mug. Had a grown man really just stuck his tongue out at him?
Cam: The waitress brought Cam his soda, and he flashed Kelly a cheeky smirk from around his straw.
"So where ya from?"
Kelly: “Up north. Near the French-Canadian border.”
Cam: "I'm from the Midwest, not nearly as close to the border like that, but close enough to freeze my ass off and get buried in snow each winter..." He chuckled and smiled up at the waitress as she brought him his food. Cam picked up a few of his fries and popped them into his mouth.
"Ya sure ya don't want anything, sugar?" She asked Kelly, her head tilted to the side.
Kelly: Speaking of. “Does it snow down here?”
Kelly shook his head at the waitress and gave her something that could almost be called a smile. Almost.
“I’m fine, thanks.”
Cam: "Yeah, not nearly as much as back home, but it's a good amount. makes everything pretty 'n white," he smiled as he watched Kelly... smile? Was that a smile? Cam was uncertain, but now he was determined to find a way to see a real one from Kelly.
"Alright Darlin' - just take some 'ah his if you get hungry," She flashed Cam a cheeky grin as he mock glared at her, a full bite of burger in his mouth. "Let me know if you boys need anythin'," and then she was gone.
"You like snow?" Cam asked once he'd managed to swallow his bite.
Kelly: Another vague almost-smile for the waitress before Kelly returned his attention to his coffee.
"I tolerate it. Was just curious."
Cam: "What kinda weather do you like?"
Kelly: "Cold. Rain. Clouds." Gloomy weather to match his disposition.
Cam: "Thunderstorms are my favorite," Cam piped, and he took another bite if his burger. He hummed happily and set the food down. "What kinda stuff do you do for fun? Outside of startling strangers in the middle of the woods at night," Cam winked playfully the next time Kelly caught his eye.
Kelly: Kelly was the farthest thing from playful as he sipped his coffee and watched the witch over the rim of his mug.
"Workout. Fish. Hunt. Be outside." And...that was it, really. He liked the outdoors.
Cam: That only made Cam's grin widen. "Outdoorsy guy, huh? What's the biggest fish 'ya ever caught?" He asked, eyes alight in genuine curiosity.
Kelly: "Caught a salmon once. They get pretty big."
Cam: "How big?" He made a gesture with his hands as if asking Kelly to show him the estimated length.
Cam: He knew it looked a little silly, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.
Kelly: "Between two and three feet, more or less." There would be no physical demonstration of length, just a factual one.
Cam: Cam pouted a little when Kelly didn't make any hand gestures- but no matter! He was still smiling. "I've never gone fishing, my dad wasn't much into that kinda stuff. I've wanted to try it, but I know it takes a lot of patience and sitting still..." Neither of which he was very good at.
Kelly: “Patience and sitting still help with a lot of things.” Another sip of coffee. There was something comforting and familiar in how bad it was. “Both would help with your training.”
Cam: "Then- I don't suppose I could persuade you somehow to teach me how to fish?" Cam asked with a hopeful smile.
Kelly: Oh, god. He knew this would happen if he agreed to socialize. Although...
They had just established that fishing was a quiet, still activity. Besides, this was a grown man and fishing wasn’t that hard. At most it would require one sacrificed morning. That wasn’t so bad.
“Gotta get up early.”
Cam: The way Cam's eyes lit when Kelly agreed to teach him was due more to the fact that he agreed at all, than the idea of him actually teaching Cam how to fish. Sitting still for hours at a time was not Cam's specialty, but, as Kelly said, maybe the pointers Kelly would give him would help his training too.
Cam's nose scrunched up a little at the thought of getting up early, but he didn't look entirely put off.
"Alright. What else?"
Kelly: Kelly did his best not to sigh. The witch's enthusiasm was filling him with all kinds of dread. He regretted this already.
"Gotta touch worms, sit in a boat, and be quiet."
Cam: "I can do that!" He paused and flashed a cheeky grin, "especially the first two." He popped a few fries into his mouth and took another bite of his burger. "When do you wanna teach me to fish?"
Kelly: "I have to work the next couple days but I should be free on Tuesday."
Cam: "Sweet! Can I get your number so we can arrange where to meet?" He asked innocently, having no ulterior motives in that question at all. At all.
Kelly: Absolutely not. "We'll meet at the boat rental place on the river at five a.m. It's called Wyatt's. Dress warmly."
Cam: The tip of Cam's tongue stuck out at Kelly at that. His plan was so expertly foiled! But no matter, he'd try again. "Alright, it's a date then," he grinned and finished off his food with a few more bites and a sigh. "How's the coffee?"
Kelly: Date was on the list of prohibited terminology. “Just a fishing trip.” Which he fully expected to be a study in frustration for the witch.
“Terrible. Great.”
Cam: Cam smiled to himself at that but didn't argue.
"It hits the spot for me on certain nights," he leaned back in the bench and his expression softened a little.
"Thanks for... humoring me. I haven't just gotten food with anyone in a while... or made plans to just... do something- let alone to fish!" And his mind felt little less tumultuous. It could be wishful thinking, but he might actually sleep tonight and avoid what he was sure, only a few hours before, would be a fit of nightmares. His smile was genuine and soft, and he looked down at his soda for a moment as if to avoid looking at Kelly in his little moment of vulnerability. A small crack in the usual mask of smiles and winks. "I know we've only just met, and I only half expect you to even show up on Tuesday but, thanks." This is the most normal thing I've planned to do in a long time.
Kelly: Kelly knew exactly the kind of nights Cam was referring to. “Bad coffee usually does.” Either that or just straight booze.
He sensed the moment coming as soon as the witch’s expression changed, and he did his best not to recoil or cut the witch off. He was so...not suited for things like this. It had been years since he’d had to deal with someone being emotionally vulnerable around him.
At least he didn’t have to talk really. Just listen.
When Cam had finished, Kelly nodded and offered him what was almost a smile.
“I’ll show up. You’re welcome.”
Cam: Booze was Cam's usual drink of choice on nights like this, and with the way the night was going he was probably on his way towards downing most of a bottle of whiskey he had waiting for him at home. Kelly seemed to have interrupted at just the right time, because even if the nightmares did come tonight, Cam felt a little more at peace than he did before.
He smiled at Kelly in turn, with a hopeful look in his eyes as he set money for his food and Kelly's coffee along with a generous tip.
"See you Tuesday," he nodded, grabbed his bag, and with a wave he parted ways from his new acquaintance and into the chilled, early morning air.
For once, Cam was the first to wake in the morning. He yawned and stretched as sunlight began to peek through the blinds, and he rubbed at his eyes with a groan as he realized it was far earlier than he would normally wake up. He started to roll over to try and return to sleep when he noticed his sleeping companion stir beside him.
He smiled and took a second to admire the ripple of Danny’s muscles against the early morning light, something he normally wouldn’t see when he slept in, and when Danny settled again Cam propped himself up on his elbow. Then Cam leaned into Danny’s side as he draped an arm over Danny’s chest.
“Morning, sleepy-head,” Cam hummed as he placed a gentle morning kiss against Danny’s lips.
Danny had been dozing for a little bit, the bed was warm and comfortable and he didn’t really want to open his eyes so he stayed in that half asleep space for as long as he could. Faintly, as if from across a dense fog, Danny heard little noises around him and he started to stir, a small frown in between his eyebrows.
However, when he felt Cam against him and the kiss on his lips, Danny smiled instead, his own arms going around him as he sighed happily. “Hmm, morning, babe,” he slurred slightly, blinking his eyes open slowly. “Well, that’s a nice wake-up call.”
“Fuck…” Cam groaned as he picked himself up off of the floor, and the man he’d just tackled to the ground to move him out of the way of the floor caving in above him. Cam coughed and tried to wave away the cloud of dust settling around them, and when he glanced down who he tackled to the ground struck him like a slap to the face.
Danny.
Thankfully, Cam had his Domino mask on and his hood pulled up, but that didn’t change the fact that there was still a risk of Danny identifying him in such close quarters. This wasn’t how he wanted to tell Danny he was a vigilante, so he had to try and keep his distance if he could.
“I said not to follow me in here- this whole building is unstable,” Cam said gruffly as he lowered his voice, hoping it would further hide his identity. He brushed himself off before taking stock of their surroundings, and with a sinking in his gut he realized they were trapped. The entrance to the stairwell was blocked with the newly fallen debris, and a portion of the ceiling in the hallway, leading further into the basement, looked like it had been knocked down before they arrived.
Probably knocked down by whatever was in here before them, to stop them from following it and it’s escape. Huge gashes were carved out of what Cam assumed were once support beams, and he knew that furthered the instability of the house. He would have to be careful- if he started to move anything to clear their way out of here, one wrong move could bring the whole building down.
This wasn’t the first encounter with this… thing that Cam had- reports of a large animal causing massive property damage had been reported in the area over the past week, and based on the details Cam had managed to scrounge up- it was likely this thing wasn’t an animal at all. So he’d started tracking it, tracing it’s movements until he found this abandoned building, and as it turned out- he wasn’t the only one. But why did it have to be Danny?
Right now Danny was regretting volunteering to go check out the building explosion HPD had called about. He was regretting getting out of bed and away from Cam in the morning, he was regretting not calling out the rest of the week. He was even regretting staying in Five-0 in the first place. He didn’t mean that very much, it was mainly the fact that once again, he was trapped somewhere and had no clue when he would be able to get out.
It was just a first visit to the scene, since HPD had called to say that there was some sort of explosion in a office building and crime scene couldn’t figure out what cause the burst, so they called in the task force. Danny had been instructed to go check it out and see what he could find over there before calling for backup if necessary. He wasn’t really expecting to find someone else there. Hadn’t expected to be tackled to the floor and the world collapsed around them either.
“Excuse me,” he said, coughing quietly as he tried not to let the panic bubble up too much. “This badge right here says that I don’t have to follow your orders, it’s quite the other way around. And what on Earth are you doing here in the first place? And who are you?” He asked quickly, one question coming out after the other, since trying to stay focused on something else would probably help with taming the claustrophobia.
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Cam felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He hadn’t been entirely honest with Danny, but he also wasn’t sure how to explain his powers, or being a vigilante. Plus- would he even be okay with it? Technically Danny’s job put him on the opposite side of the law from Cam, and he was reluctant to do something that would put him or Danny at risk.
“I… I know, Danny. I like that part too- you trusting me. I just… you don’t know that much about me Danny….” he looked off to the side.
Danny cocked his head as he looked at Cam, a soft smile on his face as he shrugged gently. “I’m sure that’s true,” Danny agreed with a quick nod. “You don’t really know everything that is to know about me either.”
Danny sighed quietly, shaking his head once. “Doesn’t really matter, though. I see the way you are with me, the way you are with Zeus. And I really like that. Really like you. So... yeah, I trust you.”
Cam took a seat as guided, and he folded his legs beneath himself. He placed his hands in his lap and stared down at them as he listened to Bron explain. He was quiet for a little bit after she was finished. "I knew I didn't get to back out," he said softly, "I don't even react to it like everyone else- I don't have any feelings for him or any of that shit. I wasn't even having a problem with it until everyone else started to act weird about it. He's not a bad guy..."
Bronwyn’s eyes widened. “You knew that it was a permanent condition and you still went back? Cameron!” She usually made it a point not to yell but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
“I don’t know what’s been happenin’ or what ye’ve been feelin’ but /vampire blood/ isn’t the answer! You don’t need an edge, Cam, that’s what heroin addicts say!” Okay she was yelling. She couldn’t do that, it would get them nowhere. “You better thank the good lord you don’t react to it like other people but that doesn’t mean it’s okay. The fact that this vampire saved you speaks well of him but don’t for one moment think that means ye’re safe. There might well come a situation he /can’t/ save you from, have you thought about that? And that situation might well be him.”
Cameron: "Home sweet home! At least for the next few days," Cam announced with a grin, and he shimmied open the door to their hotel room. The inside opened to a spacious room with a king-sized bed at the center, covered with deep green and red pillows and a luscious green comforter. In the far corner, past the bed, rested a beautifully decorated Christmas tree with gently flickering lights, and a loveseat facing a fake fireplace in the opposite corner.
A small doorway led to the equally spacious, adjoining bathroom with a couples’ vanity, waterfall shower, and a jacuzzi-style tub that could easily fit a few people.
"It definitely lives up to the Holiday Couples Suite it advertised when I booked it," Cam chuckled as he noticed the other assorted decorative lights, garlands, ornaments, and mistletoe hidden amongst those dangling from the ceiling.
With a sigh, Cam flopped back onto the edge of the bed and looked over at Lucien as he sank into the comforter.
"What do you think? Festive enough?"
Lucien: "Fuckin' screams Christmas," Lucien laughed. The green and red was so on the nose, but he liked it. Reminded him of Home Alone, and suddenly he wanted to watch the movie with Cam in his arms. Sentimental, but why not? They'd been denied so much for too long. What was a little cheesy romance? They were on a Christmas vacation for fuck's sake.
"Worth every penny, baby." Bags dropped, boots kicked off, Cam should have known what was coming. His werecat came in for the pounce, straddling his lap, he gave a hundred and one kisses to his neck, chest, and cheeks.
Cameron: "Well, I'm glad you think-" Cam stopped when he caught sight of The Pounce stance, but before he could try to scramble away, it was too late.
"Hey-hold on-" Cam laughed as he fruitlessly squirmed against Lucien's shower of kisses, and he wiggled just a little harder when Lucien's lips brushed his neck.
"Oi-" Cam panted, and he tried to place a hand on either side of Lucien's head to still him. "I want a real kiss!" He huffed, hoping that would be enough to pause the onslaught (that he always loved) of affection.
Lucien: All that extra squirming had the jaguar growling, vibrating enough to be felt. Years together, he'd come to understand Cam's body language. And those hands on his face meant one of two things, a scolding or a kiss.
And a kiss he would have, with hips grinding softly against hips.
"How tired are ya?" A question that is usually followed by vigorous humping, given a specific answer.
Cameron: Something about Lucien's growls, the physical vibration rumbling from his body to Cam's, made the mutant's breath catch and his body still. A small rush of excitement mixed with fear curled down Cam's spine, and he arched into the man above him, his hips responding to Lucien's grind with a roll of their own. Cam smiled into the kiss, and his hands drifted up to comb through Lucien's hair, then down around his shoulders to pull him close.
"I'm not tired at all," he hummed into Lucien's ear and rolled his hips in a playful grind. He knew what that question meant, and with the excitement of being completely alone with his love, why not break in their hotel room a little?
Lucien: His answer made Lucien grin. Just because he knew the answers didn't make them any less thrilling. Knowing he was desired, loved, that he could arouse his best friend with just a few words and a grind - so few things were valued equally.
"Yeah?" He kissed down Cam's chest, lingered over his ribs as he argued with his clothes, raising his shirt high enough to kiss his stomach.
Cameron: "Oh, yeah," Cam breathed, suppressing a shiver as Lucien slid down his body. It was almost criminal how little it took for Lucien to arouse him, but it felt natural after so much time together.
Cam tensed as Lucien kissed him, his abs flexing beneath Lucien's lips. Then he smirked and gave his hips a small, playful wiggle. "I think I might need-" he paused, trying to focus on his words instead of the weighted heat of the handsome man above him, "-lots of help getting to sleep tonight."
Lucien: Natural as it should have always been. As it always would be for the rest of their lives. However long that would be. If he thought too hard on the details it would only depress him. Wondering if he would outlive his boyfriend, naturally or...
"Say it," he grinned. "Say ya want me t'fuck ya senseless. And I will."
Cameron: A grin mirroring Lucien's eased over Cam's lips, and he reached up to run his fingers lazily through Lucien's hair, behind his ears, and slowly along his chin. He drew out the moment, savoring the silent tension between them before responding.
"I want you to fuck me senseless Lucien," he breathed, his voice verging on a moan, "so you're the only thing I can think about."
Lucien: "Fuck the voices out?" he teased, laughed. It was a matter of pride, fucking this man until words were no longer comprehensible.
He crawled his way back up to those lips, too greedy to move on until he could taste his tongue.
"I love you."
Cameron: "Exactly!" Cam laughed. This man knew him better than anyone else, and Cam did not doubt that he could do just that.
"I love you too," the mutant breathed into the kiss, and he playfully nipped at Lucien's lip. One of his wandering hands curled gently into the hair at the nape of Lucien's neck, guiding him down for a deliberately slow and intentional kiss. "More than I could even begin to explain." He certainly could try, but he was far too distracted- and they'd be here for way too long. They had more important things to take care of in this moment, and Cam arched into a sensual grind of his hips as a reminder to them both.
Lucien: Lucien's laugh was nothing but a bounce of his body. To think of how far they'd come. Hindsight was 20-20 but damn if time hadn't been wasted. To ever think they couldn't have been there for each other.
Or to think that love meant sacrificing their passions, careers. They'd proved the notion wrong.
"I know," he promised. And he would show his love and adoration and lust for as long as Cameron could hold out. He would sink his teeth into his shoulder to claim him, and hold him while they came down from their cliff, and do it again if insatiable hunger didn't negotiate attention.
"I dunno 'bout you," he panted, "but I want pizza. Not just any pizza, but like, that shit they ate in TMNT," he laughed.
