perhapstomorrow | The bell has been raised from its watery grave...

Grey tilts his head back and looks at the mage from the corner of his eye. He seems rather baffled by this revelation.

"Yeah," he says slowly. "My mum was a hooker. No one knows who my dad is, Aidan's dad took us all to his house eventually."

"Ah, that explains it," he murmurs to himself, nodding and resettling behind Grey with a slight smile, working his way up to Grey's shoulders. "I was just thinking, you and Aidan both don't exactly seem as... open about sex as I'd expect if you grew up in a brothel."

"It's a choice," Grey says and shrugs with Midnight's hands on his shoulders. "It's not exactly something that baffles me or troubles me." He took a moment's pause to consider what he was going to say next.

"It's a preference to not enjoy it... randomly," he continued, knowing that this was a loaded statement between the two of them.

Again Midnight has to pause, because then-

"... What was that the other night, then?"

Grey sighs, his shoulders tensing. He knew this question would arise.

"I don't know," he says finally, shrugging.

"... Heat of the moment, then?" comes the hesitant suggestion, offering them both an easy out.

... Though considering that Grey had just said he's not one to enjoy random sex encounters all over the place...

"Mmn." Grey makes a sound that one could interpret as an agreement. If they wanted. But that's all he's going to give Midnight. He's not at all ready to talk about it.

Midnight's free to interpret, though. Go for it, buddy.

Madness lies in that direction and Midnight's wary of going too far down that path. Instead he'll focus on Grey's back, focusing on the tattooed flesh to deliberately not think about the implications of that statement.

But then his traitor mouth is asking, "And... how many of those... 'moments' have you had, since... embarking on this quest...?"

I.e. how many people have you banged since your missus, sir?

Grey's gaze is on the opposing wall, counting the tiles on it. Midnight's hands feel divine on his back but the questions make him tense up again, it's like being jerked between two extremes.

"Does it matter?" he asks finally, his voice a little frustrated and sharp. The answer is just one crazy mage but Grey isn't exactly eager to release that into the wilds. Who knows what this crazy mage would make out of it.

"You don't have to answer my questions if they make you that uncomfortable," comes the immediate response, a slight frown pinching at Midnight's face even as his shoulders automatically rise defensively.

He goes silent for a while after that, just working on Grey's back, idly flipping over his thoughts this way and that in his mind. If Grey really has been such a recluse when it comes to sex since his wife's death, then there's a good chance he really hasn't slept with anyone before Midnight... in which case something about the mage made him change his mind, despite Grey's deep-seated distrust and hatred of mages in general...

What a confusing man.

Grey can practically hear the mage trying to work it out, the wheels turning and turning in his head. It's ticking him off one second at a time and his jaw keeps getting tighter and tighter as quiet minutes tick past.

"I'm not going to offer you an engagement ring any time soon," he finally says roughly. "So don't worry."

That manages to draw a bit of the mage's prickliness and he finds himself rolling his eyes. "What makes you think I'd have you for better or for worse, anyway?" he shoots back, giving a pointed little jab just below Grey's ribs. "You've got a nice dick. Don't flatter yourself thinking that's all it takes."

Midnight hits the nail right to the head. Because Grey assumed that the mage would be uncomfortable thinking that he was harbouring some romantic notions towards the mage. Something about his response doesn't sit well in Grey's gut, though, something about it makes him think he didn't quite read the situation right.

But because Midnight seems to have an uncanny ability to get under his skin, he doesn't think about it but instead reacts immediately, turning to stare at the mage with furrowed brows and grabs his wrists to stop those jabs coming at his way.

"That's what I was saying, doesn't mean anything that you've been the only person to see that dick since she died."

Doesn't it, though? Nothing at all?

"I'm not even interested in men."

Really. Maybe Midnight doesn't want to inquire just how many people Grey has ever bedded to start with.

"That so?" comes the less than unaffected response, Midnight's little glare returning after a surprisingly long absence. His hands tighten to fists as his wrists are caught, but he doesn't struggle out of the grip just yet. "Funny, for someone who doesn't like men, you didn't seem to have any problem fucking me."

"Well I'm--" Grey starts but realises a little too late that he doesn't have any argument for that. Because he hasn't been interested in anyone since his wife's death. Except this little mage that he doesn't know if he should throttle or fuck most of the time.

"Shut up," he grunts out between clenched teeth and then yanks the mage closer by those wrists. One arm goes readily around him to pretty much haul Midnight against his side before Grey kisses him hot on the lips.

"Oh, go fu-" Midnight begins to snap, but then it's cut off by that kiss. It catches him off-guard, but then the mage rallies and responds aggressively, moving his freed hand up to grip Grey's hair and yank the man's head back and up as Midnight climbs into the pirate's lap, rising on his knees to give him a bit more height as he drags his teeth over the stoic man's lips.

This infuriating bastard with his cutting words and glowering stares, who's repeatedly told Midnight how mages can't be trusted, how the mage himself is insane, can be an absolute dick, but he's also at the same time the gentlest lover Midnight's ever had, who kisses him like it would kill them not to, who's even now holding him tight rather than using the potentially bruising grip on his wrist to pin him against the sides of the tub-

Sheer madness. Clearly Grey is the one who's mad, here, not Midnight.

The water sloshes around them as Grey struggles to get a hold of Midnight's waist with his other hand as well, letting the mage have both of his without even considering having an upper hand on him. He growls right into the kiss but lets the mage tilt his head as he pleases, and while those teeth sting his lips and he's quite sure he's going to have a serious case of sore mouth at the end of this, his own kiss is nothing but hard and rough, never violent in the slightest.

There's not a single thought in his head that actually would ever result in any kind of violence against Midnight, quite the contrary. He would put himself in quite a lot of harm's way in order to safeguard this crazy, infuriating mage from it. While his hands are possessive as they grip Midnight's waist, yanking him closer, all the way flush against himself, he would never make the mage do anything he wouldn't want to.

And when Midnight needs to come up for air, Grey drags his mouth down to the mage's neck, sucking wet kisses all over his throat and shoulders.

There's a distant, annoyed muttering and the shifting of embarrassed patrons gathering up their things to leave the baths at this display, but Midnight pays them no mind. He even throws his head back as Grey sucks along his throat, letting out a low, throaty moan at the stimulation, feeling his cock give an interested twitch between his legs.

Then Midnight's fingers are tightening in Grey's hair, holding him in place as the mage draws back enough to stare down at him. His lips are already swollen and he's breathing heavily, cheeks now flushed from more than just the heat of the bath. When he speaks, Midnight's voice has gone hoarse and quiet, barely audible above the sounds of the bathwater as it settles from after splashing about with their hasty movements.

"So this is you not being interested in men, is it?"

Grey's chest rises and falls with deep breaths, his stomach tightening with each twitch of Midnight sitting upon his lap. He doesn't think he's ever gotten this hard, this fast, and it's making his head spin.

He pulls Midnight's hips flush against his own, and uncaring of the people around them, he rocks up, sliding his hips against Midnight's under the water.

"One man doesn't make men," he says roughly, a clear challenge in his eyes as he practically glares at Midnight. The effect of it is a little thrown off because of the way his pupils have dilated and his pulse is ticking against his neck, quite visible in the angle that Midnight has pulled his head in.

Midnight smirks right in face of that glare, uncowed as he takes in the clear indications of Grey's lust.

"No, but I'm still a man," he murmurs, practically purring as he savours the thought, tilting his head to one side, his lips almost brushing over Grey's. "And I can see you're clearly interested in me."

He very deliberately grinds down, rocking their hips together, making the water lap against them with his movements as he croons, "Aren't you?"

"Do you ever shut up?" Grey asks - once again - biting the words out between his teeth. There's something almost cruel to the mirth and joy that Midnight seems to have from dancing on the graves of Grey's preciously preserved delusions. He's like a cat who plays with his prey.

And yet, Grey can't look away. His irritation can't make him not to strain against the hold on his hair as Midnight leans close, their mouths barely brushing together. He growls somewhere deep within his throat as the mage rocks against his lap, dragging his hips against Grey's cock that is painfully hard by now.

"It doesn't matter," he says and there it is, the bottom line of it all. "I don't care that you're a man."

His eyes narrow and he finally reaches up to cup Midnight's neck within one wet palm and pulls him down to another kiss, another raw, breathless kiss.

There's a brief, pleased little grin that graces Midnight's face but it's quickly covered by Grey's lips in the kiss. He hums with obvious pleasure into the kiss, softening his grip in the pirate's hair just a bit. It doesn't take long for them to be the only people left in the baths and one of the attendants would likely come kick them out for the indecent behavior, but for now? Midnight's trying to reach Grey's tonsils with his tongue and intent on getting that thick, hard cock under him grinding slow and hard between his ass cheeks.

Grey honestly doesn't have any mind left to think about the other patrons or the staff at the baths. His world is full of one cat-like, very wet mage grinding down onto his lap.

He doesn't even have the mind to analyse that little grin on the mage's lips, a pleased grin. No, honestly he doesn't know and he doesn't have time to think about it. He's too busy sliding his tongue right along Midnight's, licking into his mouth with keen interest of reaching every last one of his teeth. Too busy to reach up to bury his thick fingers in Midnight's curly, wet hair, gather it up at the back of his head to grip in tight fists while the mage rocks on his lap, holding his head still to be kissed like it's the last fucking thing he does on this earth.

Midnight's far too happy to be caught in the all-consuming kiss, moaning as he presses up tight to Grey's chest, his voice echoing a bit around them in the now empty baths. It's tempting to get lost in this, to goad Grey into taking this further until they're left rutting on the floor like animals.

But alas, footsteps approach, and there's a disapproving, pointed cough coming from above them as a male attendant stares down at them.

"I'm afraid for the sake of our other patrons, you will have to take this elsewhere, please," he informs them calmly, a bit pink in the cheeks himself from the sights and sounds he's been graced with.

There's a rough growl rising from Grey's throat at the interruption. He holds Midnight's head between his hands as he tilts his own back to look at the man who is talking to them. The glower he sends to the man might kill if he hadn't been naked in a tub with one eager mage riding his dick like a pony.

"Of course," he says tightly, and turns to look at Midnight with narrowing eyes.

The mere thought of getting up and putting clothes on seems incredibly hard but it's what they're going to have to do.

So, he stands up, Midnight still held on his lap and then lets the mage slide down to his own feet. When they walk out to the dressing rooms, Grey completely ignores the fact that his dick is standing up to salute pretty much everyone who just chances a glance at them.

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