The Sketch

It was quiet- they were sitting on separate couches in the clean, spacious living room. Kaveh was drawing something and Haitham was happy reading. It had been a nice, easy day at work and for once the latest book he had borrowed from the collection at the House of Dana was actually interesting.

"Haitham?" Kaveh said softly.

"What? We've already had dinner," The scribe rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to read…"

"I know but…" Kaveh shook his head as he got up. "Nevermind."

Haitham sat up and looked at him, confused. Kaveh had already wandered into the kitchen. But he had angrily tossed the sketch book onto the coffee table between them.

He couldn't deny it, Kaveh was an amazing artist as well as an architect. His skills with simple white and black charcoal and just a piece of paper were particularly mesmerizing. And he was a little surprised to see himself staring at him from the page.

But the picture was wistful, lonely. His expression was one of quiet concentration. But the strokes of the charcoal across the paper were light, almost hazy, while the background was unusually dark and brooding for one of Kaveh's works.

Haitham picked up the sketchbook, slowly flipping through it quietly. It wasn't like him to snoop. But it had been a while and curiosity beckoned today it seemed. All of the pictures were of Kaveh's current projects or of items in their house or scenes that he had sketched out in the desert.

But then another image took his breath away completely. He saw a picture of the two of them together… They weren't smiling or fighting… They weren't even looking out of the page- they were kissing.

And in the picture, they were both naked, at least from the waist up. Haitham was on top of Kaveh. But more importantly, they had their arms around each other.

Haitham's groin stirred as he stared at the drawing for a moment without really seeing it. Nope. He was too busy trying unsuccessfully to remember the last time they had kissed… Wait- why has it been so long?

It was a beautiful picture. As intense as they were when they argued, they were even more passionate when they made love. But before he could get a better look at it, it was snatched out of his hand along with the rest of the sketchbook.

"Jerk," Kaveh grunted, almost clutching the book to his chest. "I wasn't done with that one and you smudged it."

Haitham sighed. "Sorry, but you ripped it out of my hand."

"What did you expect? You didn't ask if you could look at it."

"Would you have let me see it? Knowing that one was in there?"

"Should I?" Kaveh snorted, blushing. "I can't help it- I still miss you. I guess that probably sounds really pathetic, doesn't it?"

"I've missed you too. But why didn't you say so?" Haitham sighed. He grasped Kaveh's hand, pulling him closer to his couch.

Kaveh grumbled. "Why didn't you?"

"I guess we needed some time apart to realize how good we are together."

Kaveh snorted again, nodding toward the sketchbook that was now back on the coffee table. "Obviously I didn't forget. That was all you, Haitham."

"Sorry," Haitham said. "Things were getting pretty weird in the Academia right before you went to the desert… I am just glad you didn't get caught up in it."

"You still haven't really told me what actually happened…"

"I will. Right after we reenact that beautiful picture you drew," Haitham said, tugging Kaveh into his lap.

"Really?" Kaveh purred, settling across his hips. They were both already half hard. "So, that's all it takes to get your attention? Just leave half naked pictures all over the house?"

"What can I say? I never knew you were such a slut, drawing such things…"

"Me? You're the one who got all hot and bothered over one innocent little kiss," Kaveh smirked.

But before the blond could say anything else, Haitham kissed him. He felt Kaveh's body melt against his as their lips touched.

Soft and sweet, the kiss warmed his heart more than he wanted to admit. He had missed this so much that he was afraid to let himself think about it.

But Kaveh tasted so good and his skin was so hot. Haitham relished his lover's soft moan as he slid one hand under Kaveh's shirt.

Kaveh's smooth skin over his slender build tempted him into wanting more. Especially when the blond got impatient enough to toss his shirt over his head and onto the floor as their kisses deepened.

The blond kissed him like he wanted to devour him and he loved it. Those pretty lips moaned softly again as Haitham bucked his hips up into him. He held onto Kaveh's hips, guiding him into grinding his ass down onto his cock.

"H-Haitham," Kaveh purred. "More…"

"Relax," Haitham said. His hands slid down the back of Kaveh's pants, groping him. He traced the silky skin of his hole without trying to penetrate him.

"Damn it, stop teasing and take me to bed so you can fuck me," Kaveh grumbled.

Haitham dragged him into another kiss. Kaveh nipped at his lip warningly. But Haitham simply grinned and kissed him again. "Who is hot and bothered now?"

"Oh, shut up," Kaveh panted as he finally managed to wrench Haitham's very tight shirt off of his massive chest. He tossed it on the floor along with his own and leaned down to lick and suck at one of his lover's nipples before lightly pinching the other.

Haitham bucked against him and Kaveh smirked. "Too bad the windows are stained glass. You're not as immune to emotion or pleasure as you want everyone to believe."

"Wouldn't everyone find out that you live with me in that case, slut?"

"Oh, shut up. You kissed me first. Obviously, you want this as much as I do."

"So," Haitham grinned devilishly. "You want the whole city to watch me rail you tonight? I do find that idea rather intriguing. But no. This side of you belongs to me. I love being the only one who gets to see you begging me to fuck you harder."

Kaveh shook his head, but couldn't really deny that. "I-I meant if they could see you kiss me they'd know you're not some new Fontainian robot that just looks human."

"Oh, so you're saying that if things went farther than that you'd close the windows?" Haitham grinned.

"Of course I would," Kaveh said stiffly. He tried to distract Haitham by running his fingers down those perfect abs. He kissed him again, but when the kiss broke, Haitham was still looking at him impishly. "I-What are you planning?"

"Nothing," Haitham grinned. He stood up easily with Kaveh still on his lap and carried him to their bedroom and into the bathroom. "You just look so pretty blushing like that."

"Oh, shut up," The architect grumbled again. Kaveh blushed even more when he found himself facing the mirror, while bent over the bathroom counter.

"You're so pretty," Haitham purred. Both of them were naked now. And Kaveh could feel Haitham's hard cock brushing between his thighs. "I've always wanted to fuck you like this. Showing you that you are so sexy. That you're mine."

Kaveh gasped as Haitham made him part his thighs and stepped in between them.

The oil that Haitham poured onto his fingers was cold when it dripped down Kaveh's balls. But it felt so good when Haitham pinned him to the counter with small mock thrusts.

Kaveh loved it when he would do this. He loved Haitham's strength and trusted him completely with his body. Haitham always left him completely satisfied when they had sex.

Kaveh moaned when his lover pulled his back against his chest so that he could kiss and lick the back of his neck. "You should watch me do this. You like this- watching me touch you, getting you ready to fuck your tight little ass?"

Haitham smirked as he nipped hard at his neck while he used his fingers to smooth the oil on Kaveh's ass and his balls.

"I think you would look even prettier with something in your mouth, don't you, slut?"

Kaveh nodded and was rewarded by one of Haitham's fingers stroking his asshole. His lover took his other hand off of Kaveh's hips and stuck one finger into Kaveh's mouth.

Haitham didn't let him move, Kaveh sucked on his finger eagerly. Especially when one of his other fingers was smoothly inserted into his ass. Haitham always took his time stretching him. But tonight he seemed almost rushed- like he couldn't wait to be inside him.

Kaveh toyed with his lover's finger, alternately licking and sucking on it very slowly. It was clear this was working when Haitham inserted another finger in his ass, and used it to find his prostate.

Kaveh couldn't breathe it felt so good to be with him again. How had he almost forgotten how much he loved this man's hands and lips all over him.

Haitham sucked on the back of his neck, marking him where everyone would see it. But Kaveh didn't care right now. It felt so good to be in his arms again. He wished he could touch Alhaitham too, but instead he opened his legs wider and held his ass open for the silver haired man to keep going.

"Is this what you want?" Haitham purred against his neck. "You want me inside you?"

Kaveh nodded. He could hardly keep his eyes open, his body going into sensory overload between the new mark Haitham was making on his neck and having his prostate rubbed at the same time.

"Keep your eyes open, Princess," Haitham said. "I want you to see how much of a slut you are for me, understand?"

Kaveh nodded breathlessly. When they woke up tomorrow morning, Haitham would pay for all of the slut shaming he was enduring right now.

But for now, Kaveh was happy just to have his lover touching him again. It felt like it had been ages. His passion for the idiot scribe was still unquenched. He needed that long, thick cock inside him. Fuck he had missed this.

Haitham added some more oil and another finger inside him. Kaveh moaned but it wasn't in pain. Haitham was always careful with him, even when he was teasing him.

Kaveh was relieved when Haitham stopped teasing and eased the head of his cock into him. The stretch was considerably harder than he remembered, but he didn't want to stop. He knew the pleasure that awaited him when Haitham finally started to move.

"You are so pretty like this, Kaveh," Haitham said breathlessly. He licked one of the marks he'd left earlier and then nibbled on it again as he pushed the rest of the way inside him. "So beautiful."

Kaveh smiled at his lover in the mirror when their eyes met. "Move, I'm ready."

Haitham nodded, "I love being inside you like this. So tight, and hot around me."

The first few thrusts hurt, but each one ignited a growing spark of pleasure within him. Kaveh began to wonder why they had never fucked in front of a mirror before. But he liked it. He loved the way Haitham closed his eyes while he was marking his neck. And the way he held his chest down on the counter.

He didn't feel trapped or forced. He was enjoying the thought of having to trust his lover. Especially when he was rewarded with pleasure like this.

"Ah, fuck," Haitham moaned. "You're close. Shall I take you to the bed or do you want to watch yourself come here?"

"H-Here," Kaveh could only pant now. He was so close, Haitham knew his body so well.

Haitham loved to make him come untouched. And Kaveh craved it too. He loved the deep, hard thrusts that always followed, extending his orgasm as his lover came too, deep inside him.

Kaveh hadn't a moment to catch his breath before Haitham whisked him into the shower though. It vaguely registered that he and the bathroom counter were now a small but potent disaster area of scented oil, and cum everywhere. All of the countertop's usual items had essentially been turned upside down and Kaveh had no idea where either of their toothbrushes had gone.

Haitham hated messes most of the time- not that he ever helped clean any of them up. So he wasn't surprised when Haitham simply ignored it and carried him to the oversized bathtub.

For the first time in what felt like a very long time, Kaveh was feeling quite happily satiated. So he curled up into Haitham's arms and enjoyed having his lover wash his hair. Haitham didn't usually like to lounge in the water, but he was being so gentle that Kaveh didn't want to distract him. Instead he relaxed into Haitham, even closing his eyes.

"I…" Haitham said as Kaveh was just dozing off. "I heard what you said to Aether about wanting to move out… I- don't want you to go."

"What?" Kaveh sat up in the water and turned to glare at him suspiciously. "Since when? How many times have you asked me when I'm leaving- when I'm going to build myself another mansion?"

Haitham stared at the bathwater guiltily. "I… Sorry. But while you were gone in the desert-"

"Yeah right. You've said it since I came back," Kaveh grumbled, intending to get out of the bath. "You don't have to lie to keep me here. It's not like I have anywhere else to go…"

"Will you listen to me? I may not always be able to say it, but I can't imagine my life or even this house without you in it."

"I-Really?" Kaveh arched one golden eyebrow. "Then why are you such an ass when we aren't having sex? Actually, you're kind of a jerk then too. You're the one fucking me, aren't you a slut too?"

"Sorry," Haitham stared at the sheets guiltily.

After a moment, Kaveh sighed reluctantly. "Well, we are very different and yet also extremely stubborn in all the wrong ways, but I still love you. I always have. Is that what you are trying to say?"

"I… wasn't going to word it like that, exactly…"

Kaveh huffed and kicked at the warm water, fully intending to cimb out of the bathtub but Haitham effortlessly drew him closer with just one arm. "Fine… I don't want you to go because I love you…"

"I wish I had one of those Kameras from Fontaine right now," Kaveh grinned.

"Why? Are you going to use it to create more porn?"

"No!" Kaveh grumbled. "You jerk. You finally said you love me first."

"I-" Haitham grunted unhappily but decided not to complain. Because Kaveh was absolutely beaming when he climbed up onto Haitham's lap.

Kaveh smirked. "Relax, I think you deserve to be rewarded for trying to acknowledge your feelings for once."

Haitham snorted unhappily. "What do you mean for once?"

"Shut up and kiss me." Kaveh grinned. "I haven't had enough of your cock yet. Because I'll be your slut- if you want me to be..."

"Always," Haitham nodded, but he quickly groaned in surprise when Kaveh sat down on his cock and immediately began to ride him. "Fuck yeah."

Kaveh meant to tease him the way Haitham had teased him only a little while ago. But he was still so slick and wet that he felt too good. He leaned back onto his arm, placing it on his lover's thigh and rode him hard.

Even in the bathtub Kaveh loved this position- mostly because he knew Haitham couldn't get inside him as deep as he wanted to. He giggled impishly when Haitham suddenly turned him over, onto his knees before siding back into him again- hard.

The floor was already drenched. Water was splashing out of the tub at a geometric rate. But for now neither of them cared.

"Fuck, Kaveh… I don't know how you make me so hot. But I need to feel you come with me inside you again."

"H-Haitham…" Kaveh moaned. Fuck, he was close again already. This was why he stayed. Because no matter what else was said between them, he knew that the scribe loved him. Even when the big jerk was too stubborn to say it. Haitham had always touched him like Kaveh was still the most important thing in the world to him.

Which was good, because Haitham was the most important thing in the world to him too. They might argue too much and misunderstand each other with monotonous regularity, but Kaveh loved him. He already knew he would die for this man even with all his stubbornness.

Finally, Kaveh couldn't breathe. He was so close that he couldn't hold back anymore. Haitham sensed it too, he groaned and nipped Kaveh's shoulder before marking him again there. Kaveh came with a rush of gasps and he felt Haitham speed up his thrusts until he came inside him.

He was exhausted, and his ass was probably going to be sore later. But at least for the moment, he wasn't feeling anything but blissfully exhausted. He turned and kissed Haitham softly. "I love you."

Haitham's unusually colored eyes were warm as he nodded. "I know. I want to just go to bed, but I'll scrub the floor if you put the countertop back together."

Kaveh smiled and kissed him again then rinsed himself off under fresh water. He was absolutely stuffed with cum. "I guess I can do that. But we should probably not flood the bathroom at all next time."

"Next time? Then," Haitham hesitated. "You'll stay? With me?"

Kaveh leaned over and kissed him again. "Yes, you addled idiot. I love you too. So, don't forget; you're stuck with me now."

Haitham smiled. "Good. But we better clean up so we can get to bed so I can rail you again tomorrow if you don't want to continue paying rent."

"Someday I'm going to rail you," Kaveh rolled his eyes then added. "For now, you're just lucky that I love having you inside me so much. And anyway, I don't want my sexlife to be transactional with the person I love!"

"Alright. But I still have to have something to tease you about. Or do you want people to know that you're officially mine?"

"Fine…" Kaveh had already finished putting the bathroom counter back together. "Are you done yet? I'm tired and ready for bed now."

"Okay Princess, I'll be there in a minute."

Kaveh was going to kick him in the shins at this rate. "You really can't go two seconds without insulting me, can you?"

"Oh come on, you know you love it when I call you my princess five minutes ago."

Kaveh blushed and decided to go crawl back into Haitham's bed to just wait for him there. He didn't really want to admit it, but he was glad that Haitham had asked him to stay. Maybe now the rest of his life would finally feel more stable- but he would worry about that some other day.