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“THAT’S IT...” That was everything Kevin would have wanted or even craved at this moment. To look into Grimes’ eyes as he slowly fucked his fellow soldier into a state of madness and pleasure. All it took was a couple of drinks and a couple of fleeting touches. They didn’t have anything scheduled for the rest of the day so they could do whatever the hell they wanted. And they wanted one another --- just as much as they did since the first day.

KEVIN’S HAND ON THE BACK OF RICK’S HEAD WAS SOLID. No looking away, no closing his eyes. He wanted to see those blue eyes sparkling with madness as he continued to slowly thrust into the other man, feeling that warm, calloused touch against his burning skin. Rick’s legs would be sore once they were done there. Over his shoulders as he kept their proximity as tight as possible, completely ignoring all the sounds coming from outside the motel they were spending the night. It would be faster on the back seat of the car but they both craved the freedom of movement.

“LOOK AT ME.” Fingers closed around the smooth hair as Kevin delivered a particularly deep thrust --- allowing them to fully feel the other. Rick was so freaking tight around him. It wouldn’t take that much to milk him for all he was worth. And it wasn’t just how perfect he felt buried balls deep inside Rick... but also that expression of pure and unaltered bliss that was plastered all over his face. “You truly are a wonder. The wrecked look suits you, Grimes. You need to wear it more often.”

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Siddiq simply meant to stop by. Check on their leader to ensure that he was fully healed from his most recent voyage outside that, more often than not it seemed, ended a few increasingly familiar ways. The most common? Some sort of injury ranging from some scratches and bruises to others that should have, and might have, cost him his life. The latter of the two possibly halted by the company he took with him. The others? Pure luck or skill or a combination of the two. 

This instance? Not so bad. A pulled calf muscle that needed rest, a little bit of therapy and, most importantly, for Rick to stay home and inside the gates to give himself proper time to heal. They’ve argued twice about that. He wasn’t ready, even if the pain was over for the most part. The risk of re-injuring himself so fresh out of the gate wasn’t something Siddiq was willing to sign off on. Not yet. Patience. Something Rick Grimes had either in abundance or..not at all. 

Depending.

Knelt before the touch, he has his hand on the bottom of Rick’s foot and the other cupping the back of his knee when he leans in. Watchful eyes narrow in thought as he observes the way it moves. Smooth and without causing the man to jerk or gasp. “Are you listening to me this time? I didn’t think the day would--,” his jab against Rick’s habit of ignoring his diagnosis is cut short when he feels his collar being grabbed. Air’s sucked in through teeth clicking together in surprise. There’s a faint sound of threads testing their limits as he’s pulled up too fast too quickly to catch up. His throat visibly works to force a swallow. Why?

Rick’s eyes are on his mouth. Then shadow and dark fits between him and that endless blue. His breath’s taken when their mouths touch. His grip tightens before the hand on Rick’s foot moves up to brace himself against the lip of the couch cushion. His lips are nudged open and they fall apart willingly. Warmth explodes in his chest and spirals his internal sense of gravity towards the floor before ripping it right back up to the ceiling. It can spin there for a while..

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“Rick Grimes... Rick Grimes... he’s quite the character, isn’t he?”

1 - He’s an excellent warrior. He knows what needs to be done and he doesn’t need someone to whisper in his ear how to do it. Most people need paint by colours act.

2 - Amazing fuck. He knows how to use that mouth of his and he definitely knows how to ride a dick. ‘Nuff said.

3 - His eyes. He does have gorgeous eyes. As blue as mine. Like staring into the sea. It can be calm or it can be stormy...

4 - He has a good heart. Probably better than mine. Might use his up his sleeve but he conceals it well. Only during certain moments, his real heart comes out. It’s not something he shows to everyone. I feel... special?

5 - One of a kind. The type of man that appears every 50 years or so. Cool, calm, collected. Knows where his head is. Where is heart is. Most people crack under pressure. He doesn’t. It shows... determination. Passion.

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Forbidden thoughts: I’ve never met a man impressing me by his pure appearance. How does he even dare to make my legs weak while walking next to him? Why does he make me want to prefer him to anyone else, losing focus and wanting to take a bullet for him cause his life is so much more precious than mine? I hope he doesn’t know how weak I feel when he looks at me at night and how much I wish that the sparkle in his eyes means he loves me the same way I love him. Even if I try to tell myself that our fucks are just to fill the lonely nights, I still wish no one else will ever be able to touch him after what we shared. He’s mine. Mine alone.

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“RICK.” The whimper that abandoned Kevin’s lips was the equivalent of how weak he felt underneath his husband --- unable to do anything but to stare in awe and adoration towards the other man. It felt like their very first time together, Incredibly intense, and with so many emotions laced with a spike of lust that it was nothing short of a miracle that Kevin was holding himself back. It would be incredibly easy to take charge --- to ram himself into his lover’s heat --- but why should he? 

RICK WAS CALLING THE SHOTS. Lowering himself at his own pace, sinking himself onto his cock in a pace so tantalizingly slow that Kevin almost lost his shit and thrust upwards into the other man. There was a hint of malice on Rick’s blue eyes and Kevin could see it. That dark intention behind his husband’s gaze as Rick slowly sunk onto him, taking him inch after inch into his core. Fucking Christ --- the tightness was so incredibly surreal that Kevin would have moaned loud and waken up the entire prison if it wasn’t for Rick’s hand covering his mouth.

THEY NEEDED TO BE SILENT. Which was hard. As Rick began to move and rock his body back and forth, riding him in such an ecstatic way --- It was becoming increasingly harder to refrain from the whimpers of pleasure that formed on the back of his throat. “Rick...” Those calloused hands on his chest, nails digging against his skin as Rick was starting to pick up speed, his hair a beautiful mess of rebellious curls bouncing up and down. How could a man resist such a sight? Such a beautiful, beautiful sight?

“YOU FEEL SO GOOD...” That tightness --- that clenching --- Thank fuck for Rick covering his mouth again, forcing Kevin to squeeze his husband’s waist as hard as he could. That would bruise but neither one seemed to care. All they cared about was the here and the now. That moment when they became one once more.

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If there was one thing that Kevin absolutely despised was when politics got involved in military work. The higher-ups seemed to view the soldiers as nothing more than grunts, cannon fodder for the virtually unlimited number of dead that walked around. They were the first line of defense, the ones that would shed tears, sweat and blood for a cause… a cause that Kevin wasn’t too damn sure he believed in anymore. Umbrella had been shady at the very best and the man calling the shots --- Albert Wesker, he was no different. There was always some secret agenda on his orders, something that he needed to cover to preserve the good name of the company. No matter the costs to both the soldiers and the innocent people caught in the line of fire.

That was why the alliance with the BSAA felt like the right thing to do. Working as a double agent had its risks but for the time being, it was the safest option. He would keep being Wesker’s loyal lapdog for as long as he could while feeding the good guys the information they needed to help save as many people as possible. His cover had not yet been blown --- and Kevin had no intention of allowing himself being discovered… but when there was new pieces in the board, one couldn’t help but to expect the worst while remaining suspicious of the new players involved. Always being a couple of steps ahead of everyone else was what had kept him alive for this long. And Kevin intended to keep breathing for a long, long time.

Which brought the question of why there was a co-team leader working with him now. This Rick Grimes… why was he even there? What was his angle and what the fuck did he want? He could be a good soldier, a good man with reasonable morals and his heart in the right place but truth be told, Kevin didn’t give a fuck. He suspect everyone and everything. A new face in his unit could both be useful or a danger and until he couldn’t figure what role the other man would play, he simply needed to keep a respectful distance. Maybe Rick worked for Umbrella too. Another of their mindless drones. Maybe he worked for someone else and was there undercover. Whatever the options were, Kevin wouldn’t just trust the man simply due to the fact that he wanted to do something right.

Blue eyes glanced towards the hand, a sign of visible annoyance lingering on his features as Rick made him stay back when he was supposed to lead. He understood the reason. Introduce himself, check him out, try to establish some sort of connection that would make their partnership go smooth without spilling too much blood. It was the wisest course of action. Something Kevin would have done if their roles were reversed. But while he understood… it didn’t mean he was ok with simply allowing a stranger to waltz in and call the shots by his side. No matter how competent Rick could be.

“We won’t lead anything together, Grimes.” Kevin’s jaw clenched for a moment, the hand being offered to him ignored for the time being. “I will lead and you will just nod your head and follow my commands. If a course of action is wrong, you will inform me and I will make the right adjustments. Those men and women worked under my command for months now. They trust me. I have given them proof that they can trust me. They don’t trust you. Not yet. And quite frankly --- neither do I. So, get the fuck out of my way, do what you are told and prove your worth. Maybe then we can discuss a possible co-opted leadership.”

His hand reached for Rick’s in a steady and rather strong handshake. No need to pull back any punches now. That was his playground. He was the big cat on the block and it wouldn’t be some blue-eyed wannabe Rambo that would take that away from him. “Of course it’s good to have me on your team… everyone should have me by their side. But it’s my team. Not yours. Not yet. I’m very much alive and I want to keep it that way.”

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4. to take a hot bath with my muse

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THE WATER ON THE TUB WAS JUST RIGHT. Hot enough to make his skin burn with the sensation --- his usually pale skin acquiring a somewhat redder tone. Nothing wrong with a hot bath on a cold winter day. Especially since the temperature had dropped a few nights ago. Reports even mentioned something about snow. Kevin did like snow... It made these long baths even more worthwhile --- especially considering his present company.

MEETING AT THE ROOM OF AN HOTEL WAS NOT UNHEARD OF. Not to mention that Kevin owned the damn hotel ( perfect for a few nights of underground poker games with the Mayor ) which granted them both a certain degree of secrecy. People would not talk about who walked in or out of those doors. Not unless Kevin asked for them to reveal who was staying under the roof he owned. It was normal for him to drop by every now and then --- sometimes alone and sometimes with some company...

SUCH AS THE ONE HE HAD NOW, relaxing against his body and giving him more than enough room to massage the assassin’s shoulders gently, easing some of the tension that the other man had built. “In all my years as a head of this business --- I never conducted a meeting inside a bathtub.” It was a place like any other, at least in his eyes --- but there was something distracting about both of them being naked and so awfully close to one another. “I’m pretty sure the staff will assume you are my latest conquest. They do love to gossip behind closed walls.” Gossips that he had access to. It did pay off to have eyes and ears everywhere. “How does it feel --- to be conquered?”