Author's Note: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED AVENGERS ENDGAME, MAJOR SPOILER. Unless of course, you're never planning to watch it or already know what's going to happen, in which case, feel free. I love this pairing, and I hope you do too! Enjoy!
"M'Baku," T'Challa greeted as the leader of the Jibari appeared on his vidscreen.
"T'Challa. I need to have a private meeting with you."
"Of course," he answered easily. "But first, I need to go to America for Tony Stark's funeral."
"The fallen warrior who defeated Thanos?" His King nodded. "Tell his family that Wakanda will always remember that he was the one who saved us all. The Jibari will make sure of it."
"I will," he promised.
"And let me know when you get back."
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T'Challa closed the doors to his bedchamber after himself and entered the room proper, his eyes drawn to M'Baku, who stood gazing out the window. "You wished to speak to me about some-" he cut off as the leader of the Jibari crossed the room in several strides and pulled him into an embrace. "M'Baku?"
"You were gone for five years," he breathed, voice filled with emotion. "Please, just let me have this moment. We need never speak of it again."
"What if I wish to speak of it?" the younger man asked as he pulled back enough to look up at the larger man. "What if I want more than this moment?" he breathed and leant up to kiss the older man.
He pulled back, searching M'Baku's expression. His lips curved upward. M'Baku wrapped his large hand around the back of T'Challa's neck before he pulled the slighter man into another kiss, exploring his mouth the moment his King parted his lips.
They pulled apart for air. "Shall I take that as a yes?" T'Challa asked with a warm smile.
M'Baku smiled and shifted his hand until it cradled the slighter man's cheek. "It is. How much time do we have?"
"Until morning," he replied, leaning into the touch. His companion's eyebrows rose and his expression turned sheepish. "I did not know what you wished to speak of, so I ensured I had no other appointments afterward."
The leader of the Jibari's smile turned wicked. "Would you let me claim you, my King?" he purred, shifting until his body pressed against T'Challa's.
"Please," he breathed.
He picked up the slighter man easily, smiling when his King's legs wrapped around his waist. "By the time I am done with you, you will never want another," he declared as he lay the other man down on his bed.
"I am already there," he admitted with a wry smile.
M'Baku joined T'Challa on his King's bed, and cupped his cheek again. "Good," he purred and closed the distance between them for a heated, claiming kiss.