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Crimson Days - 6: Crush

"You should confess already." Glint swayed in front of his Guardian who was sitting at the H.E.L.M. table, head bent over some reports from battlegrounds.

It took Crow a moment to process what his Ghost meant by that and rolled his eyes. "There's nothing to confess, drop it." he repeated for the millionth time.

"You can't know if he feels the same if you don't talk to him!" Glint reasoned as he quickly bounced here and there in the air, a way to express his inner frustration.

"Glint, I love you, but please, I'm trying to focus here-"

The Ghost was about to scold him but in that very moment the door slid open and that sound caught Crow's attention.

He turned his head around to see who it was as Glint suddenly vanished in a blur of bright blue.

"Is that seat free?" Indrel asked with a playful smirk curling up his painted lips as he showed the two paper bags he was holding.

Crow felt his face heat up a little under his mask as he nodded vehemently in reply, shutting his device down in a rush.

He was momentarily taken aback because he didn't expect any visit that late of night, least of all from Indrel. But mostly he didn't expect to see him in civilian clothes.

His heart fluttered in his stomach as the warlock walked to the table and sat next to him, giving Crow the opportunity to appreciate his outfit better in the process. Indrel was wearing a velvet dark teal corset that highlighted his broad chest and under it a black see-through shirt with puffed sleeves, a pair of black leather tight pants that left nothing to imagination and high platforms combat boots.

He looked like he just came out of a nightclub... or was ready for a date, but he kept that thought for himself.

And now at that distance Crow could see the way his eyelids sparkled with black and purple eyeshadow.

"Somehow I knew that you were still here up exhausting yourself, so I thought that we could share a warm meal together." the awoken explained his unprompted appearance as he picked one bowl of ramen from each bag and unpacked them both.

Smiling softly, he handed a pair of sticks to Crow, who swallowed a lump in his throat as he took it.

"Thanks..." he croaked out and immediately cleared his voice. Then he realized something. "How did you know it I liked this type of ramen?" he asked blinking, confused.

Indrel chuckled as he tore the sticks apart. "A little bird told me." he blushed, lowering his eyes to stare at his bowl.

Crow's heart skipped a beat. It'd been just a few weeks since he arrived at the City and Osiris was the only who'd been bringing different types of dishes for him to taste other than noodles. Could it mean that...?

"You can take off your mask. It's just us, I've checked." Indrel's voice interrupted that thread of thoughts and the hunter shook his head before doing as he was told.

Maybe it was the intimacy of the moment, but he felt unusually daring and chose to lower his hood, too.

He heard a surprised gasp, but when he glanced at Indrel, he was already eating, even though the blush across his cheeks deepened.

He decided to not dwell too much on that detail and joined the warlock.

For a while the only sounds in the room were their noises of appreciation, followed by the tingling of wood against ceramic when they reached the end of the bowls.

Crow felt so comfortable, it was remarkable that Indrel had such an effect on him. Oddly, he'd felt a sort of connection between them from the very beginning of their acquaintanceship, and somehow he knew that it'd been the same for Indrel.

Things between them hadn't been exactly easy considering what happened in the past, but the initial tension was leaving place for other, more pleasant feelings, and Crow knew for sure that Indrel wasn't holding who he had been in his former life against him, as opposed to other Guardians.

Crow noticed that the warlock was unusually silent and didn't want for that peaceful moment to end so soon.

"That was really good." he said rolling his sore shoulders before sprawling against the chair.

Indrel's face lit up at those words and he clasped his hands together in approval. "Right?! My boyfriend Drem-7 suggested it to me." he proudly admitted with a content smile. But then he blinked and quickly took a napkin from the table.

Crow quirked an eyebrow at him, not understanding that swift change of mood.

"Oh, wait-" the warlock leant towards him, grabbing on to Crow's chair for balance, to clean the corner of his mouth. "There was a- you've got someth- uhm." he started blabbing in response to Crow's intent staring, only to get self conscious of his current position.

They were impossible close and Crow could feel the Light irradiating from the warlock. He couldn't help but stare at his parted lips, feeling a sudden warmth bursting in his chest.

"You're... so pretty." it slipped past his lips before he could stop himself, but the bewilderment that shook Indrel's face was worth it.

Crow wanted to risk it all, he wouldn't allow fear to get in his way, not anymore. He wouldn't hide, not from Indrel who'd been his friend when others wouldn't.

So, he carefully took Indrel's hand, gazing into his molten hues as he squeezed it gently.

The warlock took a wet breath, leaning even closer to Crow. Lips just a few inches from each other now.

The more time passed, the faster Crow's heart beat and he felt Indrel's skin scolding under his, like living fire. Their Lights mingled, making the hair on his neck stand while his head felt dizzy. It was one of the most intense sensations he ever experienced.

Rational thinking totally forgotten, he brought the warlock's hand against his mouth, eyes never leaving his. "Can I-?" he left the sentence hanging, words brushed against his knuckles as he muttered.

Indrel's whole face flushed purple as he shyly nodded.

The hunter kissed his fingers, slowly, relishing in the way Indrel shuddered at the gesture, eyes half lidded and breath becoming more labored.

"Crow.." the warlock called him in a choked whisper and Crow wanted hear more of it. Wanted to elicit more reactions out of him.

He used their current position to get Indrel almost on his lap, giving his arm a gentle tug. Then, he cradled his cheek, tilting his head up to reach for him.

Indrel was deliciously tempting, all flushed and frustrated, and Crow was too weak to resist. He'd been repressing this need for too long, but he wanted to indulge it, now.

Even though he towered over the hunter, Indrel looked small and unsure how to move as his arm that was gripping on the chair tensed even more, his gaze bouncing between Crow's mouth and his eyes. His body was sending mixed signals, confusing Crow who was just waiting for... something.

His thumb caressed Indrel's cheek in circular movements, tenderly slowly, before slipping lower, to his bottom lip that quivered at the touch, as his free hand found the warlock's hip.

"Indrel, I-" his voice died in his throat, his heart drummed in his ears so loudly he feared that the other awoken could hear it. He was bursting hot under the warlock's undivided attention.

At last, he gently gripped Indrel's chin, tilting it to the right angle, before deciding to cancel the few, remaining inches.

Their lips almost touching, Crow's fingers tightening around leather, the most delightful anxiety clenching his guts, Indrel's sweetish perfume filling his nostrils and lungs.

That wait was physically painful and when he finally thought he could quench his thirst, Indrel suddenly pulled away, leaving him cold and dazed.

"I-I have... to go." the warlock hurriedly excused himself as he stood up unsteadily on his feet, his gaze darting everywhere but Crow's direction.

Crow watched him scurry away, running a hand through his hair, then over his face as he just stayed there sprawled on the chair, hot and bothered.

"Fuck. I think he likes me, too."

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