'Remember, sex is like a Chinese dinner. It ain't over 'til you both get your cookie.'

-Alec Baldwin

Having the same night off as your newly established lover when he decided to sleep over the.m go home. Had Miguel turning in early for a night of romance after a week long of missing each other. Only able to spend an hour for lunch or greet each other was clocking out. Left Miguel to give strict orders not to be disturbed until tomorrow morning to his lieutenants and LAYLA. Before he went off to his apartment to find take out on the counter of his kitchen. Dr. Webb was sitting on one of the stool chairs without his white coat or lanyard with name badge hanging off his neck.

"Hope you like Chinese?" Marsh asked Miguel, "Didn't know you liked it, so I had to get help from LAYLA."

"Oh mi amor," Migeul was touched, "Have I missed just being to look at you."

Miguel filled the gap between them like a thirty man until he was in range to capture Marsh's lips. Humming happily when men were able to finally share a simple kiss that was a peck on the cheek. He got to the point he towered over Marsh with a hand cupping the side of his face. Which was taken up by one of the doctor's hand weaving his fingers together with Miguel's. Somehow allows the kiss to go on for a few more minutes before the two come up for air.

"You're still wearing your suit." Marsh pointed out Miguel's attire.

"You sure?" Miguel asked about undressing, "I will be like our first time."

"Never bothered me." Marsh shrugged.

Marsh pointed out he set some lounge wear out on the nearby couch he'd gotten from Miguel's closet. Allowed Miguel to call Marsh sneaky as he disconnected their hands to walk backwards from him. Taking the time for his suit to slowly begin to expose his bare form section by section. Until the couch blocked Marsh's view of Miguel's lower half when he stood naked. Light of the sun coming through the skylight acted as a natural spotlight. Toned body that was lightly covered in pale linear scars with flexing muscles was a sight. One Marsh couldn't enjoy fully with the one solid piece of furniture blocking his view. Soon be covered by a pair of sweats that Miguel wore low on his hips as he adjusted the draw string.

"We need to get LAYLA to arrange your furniture," Marsh wanted to see Miguel dress, "Sight I like of you getting dressed was blocked."

"Todo natural?" Miguel asked with a smirk.

"While putting those pants on." Marsh watched Miguel walk back toward him.

Miguel's grin turned into a soft smile when he couldn't help arousal he was stirring up in Marsh over a simple task. Fastening the draw sting in a workable knot for later as he returned to his side. Lowering his head to rest gainest Marsh's as he felt his heart hammering in his chest. Feeling overwhelmed by how much that had happened in the past few months.

"Mi amor. Te amo," Miguel spoke how grateful and how much he adored Marsh, "Agradezco todos los días por Gabriella y tu llegada a mi vida."

"You're making it hard for me to confess," Marsh was planning to tell Miguel that night, "Te amo."

"Marsh…" Miguel felt his heart soar.

Up out of his seat Marsh was lifted by Miguel and spun around until they landed on an oversized chair. Plush cushions made the landing a squishy with Marsh on top of Miguel and food forgotten. Noticeable bungle Marsh could see with the struggling position he found himself on top of Miguel.

"Happy to see me?" He asked Miguel about the lump in his sweats.

"Care to find out?" Miguel slid his hands to Marsh's more rounded back side, "Since I've missed your touch."

He then squeezed with each one his hands to emphasize his point with a smirk forming when he watched Marjs's reaction. Which had Marsh tracing a hairless trail of skin to the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Hands." He reminded Miguel.

He knew Miguel usually lost himself in his pleasure to point, his talons made quite a mess until he came back to himself. Created a fear that Marsh would be hurt and that was snuffed out. Since on to the armrest of the chair, Miguel would calmly place his hands with his eyes on Marsh.

"Remember what we did last time." Marsh whispered.

Assurance came in the form of a kiss like before for Miguel as Marsh's hand plunged into those sweatpants. Wouldn't get past a throbbing and pulsing tip with leaking precum already standing. Deflated when LAYLA popped in when she raised the alarm over a few anomalies. Made the expression of pleasure building on Miguel's face become flat with disappointment.

"Rain check?" Marsh asked Miguel.

"I am holding you to take." Miguel sat back in the chair out of frustration.

Marsh relocated himself off Miguel to allow him to get up and take care of the problem, promising he'll be here when he ever gets back.

8*8

Watching the MANY realities on the holo screens was a way to pass the time in between shifts was entertaining. One of them was a Regency Era one, that recently caught Miguel's attention through his watching. Not like he was going to watch alone when Marsh joined him for lunch.

"Cold take out?" A bag was placed on a nearby console.

"Good," Miguel welcomed the meal, "Beats what they have going in the cafeteria."

"60 second kiss challenge for lovers?" Marsh asked him, "Not my thing."

Laugh that he got off Miguel when he was welcomed to his side and share what he discovered in his searching. One that wasn't new to Marsh when he looked at the people on the screen. When he took his seat next to Miguel, he was given a better view of a scene Miguel was watching.

"Never took you for one for historical dramas?" Marsh and Miguel asked the other.

Laugh gave others before he sat within Miguel 's lap and had his arms wrapped around him. Familiar heartbeat at a rating pace when he rated his head on a muscled chest was a relaxing sound.

"Any visions?" Miguel thought he asked, "I noticed your new refill."

"Just one miserable one after another from Regency Era reality," Marsh pointed out, "Seems my counterpart in that one just ended his fling with your counterpart. Unable to take the lack of emotion from him when they have relations, despite the strong reactions and how verbal he is."

This made Miguel's embrace on Marsh tighten when processed his words with his mind beginning to think. Starting to wonder how truly open that version of him was towards that Marsh. Since the videos from that reality showed that version of him was widower with two daughters from his first marriage. A wealthy lord with a governess looking after his daughters for him. Seems far to gone in grief over the loss of his wife that his lover was emotionally suffering. This had a plan to possibly ask Marsh to join the society as a medical consultant.

"You're going to break your own rule," Marsh's words had him looking at him, "You know what will happen if you interfere."

Miguel could only sigh in agreement with Marsh knowing he couldn't control the actions of his other realities counterparts. Since he ended up lowering his head to niddle at the upper lobe of his own Marsh.

"Watch the fangs," Marsh warned him, " I don't want my blood interfering with your work."

"Mi amor," Miguel couldn't help but get aroused by his courteousness, "Can't help it."

"Your funeral." Marsh whispered.

Miguel then made the tiniest slint in his lobe and was careful not to drop a drop when sucked. Noticing the slight flavor was different from other times he had sipped. Going on to use his tongue to lick around the outer shell of his ear as the wound started to heal. Allowing one his hands to also wonder about Marsh's clothed form with his fingers doing most of the work. Kneading areas of his body that still carried a toned contour while lightly touching.

"Miguel," Marsh whispered again as his ear became damp, "You're going to … "

Smile that LAYLA could make out from her hiding place behind the still unopened bag of cold take- out. Wishing she had a bag of popcorn too much for the free show she was about to get from her boss and Marsh.

"LAYLA," Miguel stopped with Marsh as he looked at her, "Quiet Mode. Now."

"Come on," She fixed her glasses, "You always ruin a girl's good time."

"LAYLA." He stopped what he was doing.

She blinked out making sure to keep the area off limits to personal unless anomalies decided to happen. Which was going to be welcomed Miguel since he was about to resort to self satisfaction. Ready to tell LAYLA to find some NSFW footage throughout the realities to get comfortable. Just relieved about Marsh showing up like he did with the food.

"Miguel." Marsh day peaked.

He went limp into Miguel's arms needing to catch his breath as he mumbled with little strength he had. Please Miguel to the point he adjusted his hold on him to better accommodate him. By tucking him into his embrace where his head was able to be tucked under his chin. Ignoring Marsh, cursing him name in mixture of Spanish and English with no energy.

"Be happy it was my tongue," Miguel warned him, kissing his forehead, "I rather not have to clean the couch after what we usually do."

"…" Marsh rolled his eyes at him.

Miguel made sure to keep him in place with one his arms the whole he rested to regain his energy. Using a single arm to keep in place as the other reached for the forgotten bag to pick up, and relocate it. Opened it and found his favorite dishes packed away in the containers. He only pulled out the egg rolls to share between himself and Marsh as a form of a snack. Allowing Marsh to feed himself when he could sit up and freely move his arms to at least eat. Marsh got back at Miguel when he caught hold of one of Miguel's hands in reach. Making sure to retract certain talons out of Miguel's fingertips when he ran the tip of his tongue. Taking in every detail of that hand with the added risk having his tongue split into two.

"Hey boys," LAYLA popped in, "Sorry to interrupt your private time."

Miguel tried to not completely lose his calm when he was liking how Marsh was using his tongue on his hand. Allowing his hand to be free of Marsh's mouth to take a second to collect himself before speaking.

"Later?" Marsh asked.

"Leave the food." Miguel released him.

"Don't stress eat and leave what you can't," He warned him, "He warned him."

Marsh was on his feet after he assuringly gave a kiss on the same hand he licked clean with his eyes on him. All Miguel needed to know the location of the abnormality had ended up working in his favor.

8*8

Tangy scent lingered in the air with the fading pheromones of arousal flowing with the air. Body odor for an exchange and spill of drying body fluid. Added to the god that scene that filled Miguel's bedroom where only came from a bedside table. That held a pair of glasses that Miguel had been known to wear and a book he's been reading underneath. Two Dimensional Travel Watch's lay side by side next to the book in off mode. Owners could be found wn the found, in the form of a casually dressed Marsh making the bed. He changed when left alone by Miguel to clean up after their sexual activities of pure cardinal delights. Between first heavy petting during make out session and hand job. An aggressive sexual energy took place took the two over until Miguel quietly held him in his arms.

"Clean laundry delivery," LAYLA popped in, "Look. Who is on his feet after taking a pounding?"

"Very inappropriate." Marsh was offended by her remark.

He then placed the last bed linen on the bed in the form of a comforter he brought from home for added color. The handmade blanket was one crafted by his mother from her sewing circle. Blues and reds mixed with earth landed on the carefully placed sheets and pillow cases. Didn't need to be smoothed out with the way Marsh had pulled the corners when done.

"Don't you want to be present," LAYLA turned her attention to the occupied shower, "For the wet muscles under a hot spray."

"Already been there," Marsh sat on the bed, "Still mending."

His shoulder was still coming together after the pleasure filled bite Miguel took when he drank was a bit hard. Not that he didn't take the time to withdraw a sample of Miguel's venom from his bite. Making him thankful he had an extraction kit and anti- venom to lessen the effects.

"I need you to take the sample I took and analyze it," Marsh drew attention to vial, "Send me the report."

"On it." She saluted him before blinking out with the sample.

He was then given the time to get to his feet and flexed his shoulder that still held Miguel's bite mark. One that had long since closed up and gave a chance to put on an act to get LAYLA away. Onto his feet he went and walked the path to open the door of Miguel's private bathroom with a towel in hand. Mist alone that poured from inside had him reaching out to knock to gain attention. He was inside to be greeted by squeaks of water faucet being turned off. Sliding of a shower door just when a folded towel was put down on the counter.

"Are you up for game night?" He asked his daughter, "Gabriella wants you there."

"Will Peter and company be attending?" Miguel asked about usuals.

"Homework, band practice, and date night," He tried to recall the list of excuses, "You in or not? 'cause Gabriella can't take another no from you."

He was silenced by Miguel capturing his lips in a surprise kiss without fighting back. Knowing Miguel wasn't done with just yet while already figUring was he was going to take in the form of a snack.