The wizards of the Black Circle have resided in the sewers for their new base. This time around Ogron is stuck with thinking of a plan as Anagan and Duman wait. "Do you guys have any ideas?" Ogron asks. "Here's one, how about we do nothing tonight? I'm tired." Duman sleazily replies, resting onto a wall. "Well thanks I just needed that." Ogron says as he rolls his eyes. "Anagan?" "Sorry Ogron, after we barely escaped those fairies, I don't think we can use our powers effectively. I hate feeling weak." Anagan replies. "Say, if you want to do something, how about something for Gantlos?" Ogron raises an eyebrow. "What did he do? He's not even here. Frolicking Gardenia's undeground because of how "interconnected" it is. They do have a lot of manholes."

"Didn't he stop that metro and save you essentially?" Duman adds. Ogron takes a moment to think about it: if Gantlos didn't come his havit of freezing up would have resulted in something terrible, catastrophic, deadly. "…you're right Duman. But he's a complete battering ram." Ogron replies, stubborn about defeat. "Why would I need to thank him?"

Duman and Anagan look at each other. Anagan starts: "Ogron, you and Gantlos used to be close comrades before the Great Fairy Hunt. He still cares about you, saving your life aside, and you could show it by listening to him for once. Or doing something nice?"

Ogron doesn't have a counter argument. He takes a deep breath and agrees to the idea before going to find Gantlos.

Meanwhile, Gantlos was looking at a water current flowing east, curious to where it leads. He uses his tracking powers to get an answer. "Near that TV shop huh. I know Duman could use that.", he says aloud to himself. "Gantlos!" Ogron starts, startling him. "Oh, sir, do you need anything?"

"Anagan and Duman said we need to talk."

"About what?"

"No it's…(*sigh*)…Thanks for, what you did two days ago. But words aren't exactly enough to pay you back."

"Okay. What should we do?"

"That's for…Ugh, that's for you to decide. I'm going to listen to you until tomorrow, you could do pretty much anything."

Ogron turns away trying to look mad, but Gantlos notices he's blushing from embarrassment. It gives him an idea.

"Hey, I know exactly what we need." Gantlos says.

"…We?" Ogron questions.

(About half an hour later…)

"WHY, OUT OF ALL THINGS, DID YOU TAKE ME TO A LOVE HOTEL?!" Ogron yells, kicking the door to their room open.

"You'll be fine sir, it's just one night, not the end of the world." Gantlos says as he closes the door behind them and locks it.

"Oh to the Omega with you." Ogron says. "There's no way we're doing this!"

"Guess you forgot huh." Gantlos replies as he takes off his hat and puts it on the coat hanger. "You remember when we did this before, right? Back in the old times? Before we stole the elements, got banished and caused the Great Fairy Hunt?" Ogron scoffs as he blushes. Gantlos continues: "You used to be different. A calm and collected nobleman. Now it's just orders, yelling, stress and rage." Ogron had a brief expression of surprise Gantlos didn't notice, but Ogron snaps back to a mask of anger.

"Yes I know all of that. Not sure why you have to be so…out there with your antics.", he huffs. Surprisingly enough he loosens up the belts on his sleeves and shirt, removing the metallic plate in front of him. It clanks on the ground. Gantlos started to remove his shirt, but made sure to keep his gloves.

"I'm just trying to protect everyone and make progress." Gantlos argues. "If you listened to me those other times you'd see I was right. You even admitted it. So why do you keep insisting your way is better?" "Do you know what would happen if I don't lead?" Ogron chokes out. "Duman would use his shapeshifting powers like crazy, Anagan would hide somewhere secluded, and YOU would do something stupid and get yourself hurt!" He stays quiet for a while Ogron sits down on the circular bed, facing away from Gantlos. "…We can't use our powers in excess, it's too dangerous. Especially yours. I-It's not that I don't care, it's that…I'd hate to see you get an injury beyond repair."

Gantlos looks at him. He grabs a remote, sits next to Ogron and switches the lights into a shade of pink-red. He slowly wraps his claws on Ogron's shoulders, catching the redhead off guard, and comes closer, whispering from behind him: "Instead of worrying about how I'd hurt myself, you should figure out how you can heal my wounds."

The warm breath on his neck made Ogron blush a bit. "You're right Gantlos…I'll try that next time."

"Good." Gantlos replies. He grabs the zipper on Ogron's suit and pulls it down. He licks Ogron's bare back, making him shudder and let out a pleasured sigh. But Ogron realizes something and pushes Gantlos away gently. "Who said you would he in control?", he confronts. "D-Do you even know what you're doing?" "Of course I do." Gantlos replies. "Also, you said you were going to listen to me, right? I think this time I should take the lead."

"Wh-What?"

"Well you're always in charge, let me have this for once, please?"

"Alright, but if I'm disappointed you know why-"

Before Ogron could finish, Gantlos turns Ogron's head and presses his lips against his, making him flustered. He could feel both of them getting warmer.

"G-Gantlos." Ogron mutters before Gantlos closes his eyes and deepens their kiss. "M-Mph! Mm~" Ogron mumbles through. He didn't want to admit it but he liked what Gantlos was doing, closing his eyes, moaning after he briefly breaks their kiss and makes it more intense and arousing by wrapping his tongue around Ogron's. Ogron begs for more as he put his shaky hand on his leg. They break their kiss panting and blushing. "Seems you're liking this, huh~" Gantlos whispers, chuckling. "You're lucky you're a good kisser." Ogron pants. "Oh I could do much more than that, I just need you to take that shirt off.", Gantlos whispers in his ear, his claws moving down to undo Ogron's belt. Despite being horny over his henchman, Ogron was stubborn about it, rolling his eyes in arrogance as he obeyed him. "(He's going to give me orders all night isn't he...)" Ogron thinks. Ogron finishes, covering himself with his hands as he looks at Gantlos. "Happy now?" he asks him. "Relax, Ogron, I want both of us to enjoy the night." Gantlos says, moving Ogron's arms down to his side.

Ogron gets more flustered, it's been pretty long and it felt a tad embarrassing, he felt so naked. Gantlos' claws against his skin made him shudder even more, he bites his lower lip, trying not to moan as Gantlos teased his waist and stomach with slow, smooth strokes. "Come on Ogron~ I want to hear your voice~" Gantlos whispers on his ear. He gets closer and licks his back again, this time stroking his neck with his tongue as he cups his chest.

"A-Ah! Gantlos!~" Ogron groans as he feels his chest getting slowly rubbed and his neck kissed. Ogron shifts his gaze to him. He could feel Gantlos pressing his bare torso against his back as he gropes him more. Gantlos chuckles as his leader groans and shudders, his pants getting heavier.

"The leader of the Black Circle, quivering before me. Do you have anything to say about that?"

Ogron stutters as he flushes red, trying to find the words to answer him, he looks down at his claws, breathing in the pleasure. "G-Gantlos, you're far more dominant than I thought you'd be. Ah~, yet you still chose me to do this?" Gantlos moves his hands to his back and up. He pushes Ogron down, belly up, pinning his wrists down as he gasps. Ogron opens an eye to look at Gantlos staring down at him with a dominant gaze. "You're a mess, perhaps a domineering control freak. But what matters is you are *my* control freak.", Gantlos says as he moves his hands and holds Ogron's. He blushes more as he getting closer to kiss him passionately again.

Right, despite everything, they still were friends, comrades, tonight more than that, Ogron thinks. He looks at the take-charge blondie, his soft hazel eyes meeting his lustful icy blue ones. Ogron blushes more as Gantlos kisses him harder, he couldn't quite point it out but something was arousing about his henchman controlling him, one hand stroking his hair and face, his lips trailing down to his neck as he moaned and drooled. Gantlos briefly stops as Ogron speaks:

"I love you Gantlos, a lot, but…I have a debt I never payed back. So tonight, I'm all yours to control. Do what you want with me until the break of dawn. Let your desires take over my body."

"Heh, you're such a good boy~" Gantlos chuckles, squeezing his hand tightly. He slips his hands down to squeeze Ogron's waist as he bites his neck. "Ah! Aah!~ " Ogron groans more as Gantlos sucks on his neck; he was going to mark him with a hickey. "Oh Gantlos!~" Ogron can't help but smile, the pleasure felt immeasurable, he was practically melting in Gantlos' arms. "You like this huh?" Gantlos pants as he strokes Ogron's hair.

"Yes, yes I do~" Ogron moans, enjoying his hair getting tugged. "Good, because I still have more to do with you~" Gantlos chuckles as he cups his face and kisses Ogron again, trailing down to his chest and stomach, Ogron moaning in pleasure.


Tonight the moon was shining brightly in the sky as a comet passes by. Ogron and Gantlos just finished, the redhead resting on his henchman's chest, a blanket covering their lower halfs as he breathes with a grin on his face, his face still read. Gantlos ruffles his hair, stroking his wavy locks. "(Ah, that felt really nice…)" Gantlos thinks to himself. "(Just a night, the two of us like this again. I'm glad the old Ogron's back, at least tonight.)"

"(God, Gantlos was really good at this..)" Ogron's mind wonders. "(Tonight was amazing. I guess letting him lead was worth it for a change. But now, I just want him to pin me down again…)"

The wizards could read each other's thoughts and sense when they're in danger. So what Ogron was thinking made Gantlos smirk. "I'm guessing you're ready for another round?", he asks. Ogron lifts himself up and looks at Gantlos. They still had yet to put their clothes on. "Are you offering?" Ogron asks, tilting his head. "Hm…perhaps~" Gantlos mutters back as they both deeply stare into each other's eyes. Gantlos turns his gaze away, stating that they're both tired from what just happened since it got pretty intense. Ogron grunts, resting back on Gantlos' chest.

"You know that didn't stop both of us before. Please Gantlos? I want more of you, more of this," Ogron says as he grabs both of Gantlos' pecs and starts squeezing them gently. Gantlos blushes and looks back at Ogron. "I'm guessing you want to lead?"

"…Actually, I think you awakened something in me." Ogron admits. Gantlos chuckles as he cups Ogron's face, lifting his chin up. Ogron leans closer as they both kiss again. Gantlos wraps his arms around Ogron, stroking his back and waist as he keeps kissing him. Gantlos breaks their kiss and trails to his neck and shoulder, Ogron sighing in pleasure. He moves his hands further down, Ogron looking behind him and getting flustered despite being tired. He strokes Gantlos' hair, moving his hand down to his collarbone. He leans closer to kiss his cheek and then his lips.

They keep holding each other close, Gantlos squeezing Ogron's backside and making him shudder and kiss him harder. Ogron presses himself close to Gantlos as he rubs him more. He breaks their kiss, both of them panting. Ogron sighs and lets his body collapse as he buries his face into Gantlos' chest. "Mm~"

"What are you thinking Ogron?"

"You feel really soft without your armor~" he purrs, slipping his hands under Gantlos and hugging him tightly. Gantlos pets Ogron again, asking if he's ready to sleep now.

"You're right Gantlos, we're both really tired after that…session." Ogron admits.

Gantlos chuckles, trying to fight back against his closing eyelids and keep himself awake a bit longer.

"We should get breakfast here tomorrow, I think the others would like it too." Gantlos suggests before looking up at the ceiling and gives into the slumbering feeling. Ogron lifts his head and looks at him. It's the most peaceful Gantlos looked this week. It's the most peaceful they both felt. No worry about magic coming back, just two of them together, tonight, cuddling in a bed. He hugs his friend before yawning and going to sleep as well.

(The next day)

A dark cloud of smoke summons in their lair, Ogron and Gantlos come out of them and step back to their sewer hiding place with some breakfast in a bag for Duman and Anagan. Gantlos swallows the last bit of his waffle, telling Ogron he knew it was a good idea to come into a love hotel. "Yeah, I didn't know you could order food or drinks on one of their technological devices. Guess it's a life experience thing."

"OGRON!" Anagan shouts as he zaps over to Ogron, clinging onto him like electricity. "Thank Lord Darkar you're back. Duman's CHEATING!"

"Slow down gentleman. Duman cheated in what?" Ogron asks. "UNO!" Anagan huffs. "I swear he took all my red cards when I needed them!"

"Not my fault you make it easy to cheat." Duman laughs. "Besides it's your fault you ended with such bad luck." "Yeah because YOU rigged it!" Anagan snaps back. "No I MOSTLY didn't!" Duman barks.

As they argue Gantlos and Ogron look at each other; Guess Anagan and Duman were going through a different kind of intense experience.

"We brought hotel breakfast." Gantlos says, shaking the bag of goodies. Suddenly the argument ends and Duman goes over to Ogron and Gantlos. "Ooh I smell chicken and waffles! Don't mind if I do-"

Before Duman can even take the bag, Anagan uses his super speed to grab it quicker than Duman could blink. He whips his head behind him to see Anagan starting to eat a syrupy waffle.

"Losers get first pick," Anagan chuckles. "HEY!" Dukan yaps. "Not what we agreed to!" They get back to arguing. Ogron had his finger digging inside his shirt on the spot Gantlos left a hickey on and looks over at him, asking what this means now that things are going back. Gantlos sighs, "We don't have to go back to before. In fact, I like it better now. At least I know despite our circumstance, you're still around."

Ogron doesn't smile often unless it's out of malice, or in this case desire, but the small one he gave Gantlos made him chuckle. They both watch as Duman and Anagan fight over the breakfast bag.