#promethic

"You should be more careful, Rook." Lucanis gently scolds in a near mummer as he focuses on the wound in front of him. It seems a blade had cut into Radian's body and Lucanis hadn't truly noticed until they got back to the lighthouse.

Something he kicks himself for, too. If he had been paying more attention, it wouldn't be bleeding this badly.

There's one thing to be thankful for, though, Lucanis thinks. The wound could be far deeper, far worse. As he cleans the blood from the wound, he sees that is not very deep at all. It will not require stitches and so Lucanis focuses on bandaging it instead.

As a Crow, he's become quite adept at tending to injuries. Usually his own but he doesn't mind taking care of Rook either. Once he's done, he leans back and inspects his handiwork.

There has been a yearning for both of them for weeks now. Lucanis had felt it so deeply that he fears he might break underneath the weight of it. Yearning, desire for that touch that Radian so easily gives him. His kindness and empathy. He dare not call it love - not yet, anyway.

But there is something here that has been here from the start. Every time Radian touches him in those simple intimate ways that he does, it feels like electricity sparking through his veins. A current so strong that he can do nothing but melt against touch.

He often finds himself wondering what Rook's lips would feel like on his own, what he'd taste like. He hasn't had a desire to kiss someone this strong in what feels like an eternity.

It's starting to become a problem, especially when he finds himself distracted by Radian more often than not. Distractions are never good for a Crow. He needs to find some way to focus but he doesn't know how when all he wants to do is kiss him.

It's as if Radian can read his thoughts when he blurts the statement out and Lucanis finds himself feeling bolder than before. He takes a step closer into Radian's personal space and when he does, he lifts a hand to brush thumb over cheekbone.

Ever since their first kiss, Lucanis can safely say that there is not one moment in time where he has ever gotten tired of their lips upon his. Always craving that touch, that intimacy, the taste of Radian's tongue in his mouth.

It's heavenly but right now, those lips feel more sinful than anything. Lucanis finds himself tilting his head to the side as Radian places open-mouthed kisses across jaw and then neck, granting his lover better access to the flesh of his neck.

One arm wraps around Radian's waist to pull him closer against him, Lucanis can't have him close enough and when those sinful lips begin to suck a mark into the spot where neck meets shoulder, Lucanis feels himself melting against him.

Breath hitches, a shuddering breath released shortly after in an exhale. The other sucking at his skin is arousing in it's own right but the only sound that Lucanis gives is a pleased grunt - holding back any other sounds that may threaten to come.

“Sure know how to keep a guy waitin’,” announced the agent, eyeing the taller man as he approached. Brief glance at the time on his watch before hues shift back to settle on the other’s own blue gaze ( not without skimming over Kendall’s physique first, however ) . He was easy on the eyes, quiet and closed off, yet respectful. But Leon prefers the man he turns into when it’s just them in the room or when they’re in each other's presence. He leaned closer to his partner, in a hushed tone he said, “Though you were going to abandon me here with all the damn politicians. Crows would treat a corpse better than these guys.” 

It was supposed to be an event the agent was required to show at. Being one of the leading agents and all that bullshit. But no one said he couldn’t drag a date along with him. “You look good. Suits, well, suit you.” He laughed at his own weak joke, “I’ve already decided we’re gonna leave early by the way. Just gotta smile at enough people and pat a few backs…”

Leon was hyper focused on the contents within the email he was skimming over. Something Hunnigan had forwarded his way to check over for her. Typically when he was free from his duties after a long, annoying day he tried to stay away from work, but he’d do these favors for the woman when she asked. She was one of the few deserving of it ( and it wouldn’t take but a few minutes of his time anyway ) and she didn't ask him often. So there the slightly smaller man stood in his kitchen, laptop seated on the island counter, holding himself up by the balls of his palms as he read. Not even paying the extra body roaming around his kitchen any mind. Kendall was welcome to anything in his home at this point. It felt like the man lived here now with how often he came over.

However, when a large hand suddenly accosts him by the collar of his shirt he rips his attention away from his laptop. Turning to regard his passionate assailant just in time to catch the kiss with a muffled sound of surprise. Eyes drifted closed and calloused hands lifted to cup each side of the man’s scruffy face. Lips gently rove against the other, absently arms snake around the man’s neck and broad shoulders, pressing himself further against him. Laving in the warmth his body offered. Finally Leon breaks away to catch his breath, a chuckle and picture worthy smile sneaking over his features, even if for a moment. Blue hues reopen to settle on Kendall’s. With an amused hum Leon cracks the silence, “Hmm, you want somethin’ from me, handsome? Or are you just being sweet on me?”

The agent rarely gave up his dominance. Trapped in a lifestyle where everyone around him basically controlled his life, he valued the little control he did have, even in the most risque of places.So when he gets pushed around back towards the bed by the larger man, he turns them around and pushes right back. Pushes more. And more. Till Kendall hit the bed and Leon was quick to take his place atop him. Pressing their hips together daringly. Tauntingly. Only for an, mostly innocent, tussle to ensue. One that he didn’t end up winning.

Leon regards the larger man with a somber look. Almost uncertain if such a deep confession was something he deserved. It almost didn’t seem fair to his companion. As confident as he spoke of his skills, there was never a way of knowing if he would live to see another day. Kendall, from what he’s gathered, has already been wounded severely by loss once already. Much like himself. And having anything to do ith the agent was a gamble on a losing bet. Please don’t get too close. "You gotta give yourself that credit, don't give it to me. I just got here." Words were a gentle jest, small and soft smile offered, one that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Remember... you were living— surviving, before we met. That counts for something. Hell, that speaks volumes about your strength.” He lectures, almost as if he was trying to convince himself, “And I know it was hard to do. It’s something you, nor anyone for that matter, should ever have to endure. But you've braved through the worst of it. Where a lot of people wouldn’t… couldn’t be able to."

“Gone?” Words were playfully scoffed, brows knitting together giving him a pinched expression, “Or dead?” The concern in the larger man’s voice doesn’t go unnoticed, but Leon doesn’t acknowledge it outwardly. Merely patting at the man’s shoulder. Tight, tired, and subtle smile gracing his rugged features. An attempt at reassurance for the other. They haven’t known each other very long, but the agent had decided earlier on he liked the man, based upon the interactions they’ve had in passing since. “I can only imagine what they might have told you. Can’t always trust what you see.”

And there was truth behind that in this line of work ( his work, at least ) . Given the circumstances of what bodies were capable of; both living and post mortem. And on the matter of surviving impossible odds, he seemed like a professional in such fields. Everything should be taken with a grain of salt till proven otherwise.