A/N: I don't own Dex or Saracen.
The plane ride went well and Dex had watched the stewardesses from behind his sunglasses, wondering why they didn't seem to be attracting Saracen's attention. Of course, the more he thought about Saracen just happening to be in the city, and just happening to ring him, he knew it wasn't chance.
Was there something Saracen wanted him involved in? Some sort of trouble so deep that Saracen didn't dare breathe a word about it until they were at their destination? Dexter didn't know. He just knew he was dead tired as they cleared customs and when they reached their hotel he went to his room and fell asleep fully clothed.
He awoke in the wee hours of the morning and debated ordering room service, then decided to try the vending machines. They wouldn't be fine food, but Dex appreciated the calorie-laden food that could be had on demand, though at a steep price and to him the concept was almost magical.
He liked mortals. He liked their machines and he liked watching as coils would rotate and drop his purchase, or any of the other built-in entertainment they thought of. Dex detected movement and flicked a casual gaze over, surprised to see Saracen. The man's clothes were rumpled and Dex realized he'd just risen as well. He was staring at Dex, as if he was trying to reach a decision.
"You all right, Saracen?" He asked and his friend blinked then nodded.
"Sure, it's just-" Dex frowned. "Room service wasn't answering, I got hungry."
"You really can't lie. Saracen, whatever mess you're in, I'm here for you. And I'm not about to pounce because you wanted more time with me." Saracen blushed slightly and Dex was amused.
"Yeah, are those things even edible?" Saracen asked, looking at the load of bottles and bags in Dexter's arms.
"Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But, that would be cannibalism, my dear children. And is in fact frowned upon in most societies." He said, then laughed as Saracen's eyes lit up and he got the joke. "I loved his outfit in that film."
"So did I. Great actor, and now I'm starved for chocolate. Why don't I buy some other stuff, then we can go to my room and indulge? If you trust me not to pounce that is." Saracen purred and Dex laughed and nodded.
He still couldn't figure out the agenda Saracen had, if he had any. Maybe the man was just lonely. He had to be if he were flirting with him. But at least the flirtation meant Saracen had relaxed. But Dex was still worried. It wasn't like his friend not to have found female companionship for the night.
Saracen let him into his room and flicked on the TV after they'd set their assorted bottles and bags down. The men tore into the food at the small table, both not really watching the TV, even if a late night cutie in a negligee was hosting an after hours movie. Dex was really worried now. Saracen never behaved like this unless he was involved with someone or ready to be involved and Dex had to wonder if his question of the day before meant his friend had one of the Dead Men in his mind.
Strange. Very strange.