A Requiem for Lost Time

After Gabe had his unfortunate encounter with that demon, he grabbed the box and vanished, heading outside to collapse in the woods. He didn't put it together that he was from the Shimada clan until mid-fight, so he couldn't back down! He'd been sliced pretty deep into his calf and almost lost his leg, and he'd taken a blow directly to the heart and was sure he was in critical condition!

He rolled onto his side, coughing up blood as he pulled out his phone. What the hell came over him? He'd never felt so bloodthirsty in his life! On top of that, that fucker refused to die! What kind of demon was he?! What kind of clan did he hail from?! He'd never met anyone who could meet his gun and live! He understood now why the Shimada clan was wiped out.

He called the doctor and lie there in the dirt, waiting for her to collect him and fix him up. He didn't know what was so important about that damn box, but he was glad that demon led him right to it. What a fool.

"Just look at you," Moira appeared next to him, shaking her head at the state he was in. Never a dull moment. "You were supposed to watch, not intervene."

"It was unavoidable," Gabe coughed, lying on his back with his arms out.

"Care to explain?" Moira stepped off to the side while he nearly choked on his blood, taking a look at her surroundings. It was quite a nice area.

"Fuck…!" Gabe gripped the dirt in frustration, the pain becoming unbearable. "Help me!" He growled out.

"I suppose I could take you back to my office," she walked back over to him, wondering why he was complaining so much. "Stop whining. You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say…" Gabe rasped, hoisting himself up. "You didn't take a blade to the heart."

Moira sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder and teleporting them back to her office in Rome. "And the job?" She asked, putting on her lab coat and having him lie back on the operating table. She wanted him to stop by anyway, so this turned out to be convenient.

"Completed," Gabe manifested the box from his mist, passing it over to her. "There was a Shimada there that led me right to it."

"A Shimada?" Moira took the box, immediately noticing the strange spell placed on it. So, the clan took extra precautions to keep this out of Talon's hands? No matter. She was going to take this to Akande and have him open it since there wasn't a single spell he couldn't bypass. Unfortunately, that was going to have to wait a few days since she now had to keep an eye on her experiment for a few days and make sure he recovered properly. "Weren't they all killed?"

"That's what I thought too," Reaper sighed as she injected him with what he assumed was morphine mixed with whatever else she had at her disposal. "Ah… that feels good."

"I should hope so. It's my own special concoction." Moira looked at his leg, the cells trying hard to repair themselves. "I am assuming the Shimada is who did this to you?"

"Son of a bitch is immortal or something," he groaned when she repositioned his leg. "I hurt him pretty bad, but he wouldn't die."

"Intriguing…" Moira had more knowledge than most when it came to what went on in the background, and as far as she knew, there was only one remaining member, and he was supposed to be dead. However, if he couldn't die, that would make sense. It only raised the question: how did he become immortal? "You're lucky you made it out alive. Regenerating cells or not, the Shimadas were none to be trifled with."

"Yeah, I realize that," Gabe huffed, feeling the pressure of her numbing his leg. Shouldn't she be starting on his chest first?

"Now that he's experienced an altercation with you, he will do everything in his power to become stronger. That's how they all were," Moira injected his leg with her dark healing magic before she stitched him up. His heart was going to have to do most of its recovery on its own, but she could speed up the process. "After all these years of being the one people should avoid, you now have one to begin your list."

"Tch, I avoid no one! He should avoid me!" Gabe was a prideful man; he didn't like to admit defeat, even when it was wise to. He would rather let his grudge fuel his anger until whatever he was up against was no longer standing, no matter the cost.

"That may quite possibly be the most foolish thing you have ever said," Moira shook her head, aiming her light at his leg and getting started.

"This was just a minor setback. I'll find a way," Gabe said sinisterly. He had plans for that demon if he ever saw him again. He'd lived under the radar for years, but perhaps with a little bait…

"Planning to bait him?" Moira knew how her prized experiment thought. He was always crystal clear with his intentions. "Keep in mind, this was unplanned. It is highly unlikely he will make his presence known so easily again, especially now that he knows there's someone looking for him."

"We'll see about that."

"Twelve hours in those tiny seats! My back hurts!" Mauga complained, finally able to stretch his legs. Liv had a pilot friend who owed her a few favors, so their flight to Kyoto and back was free of charge. Of course, there was a catch, and that was that they had to hitch a ride on a cargo ship.

"Nobody told you to be as big as a mountain!" Sloan took in the fresh air while they walked through the dark Kyoto streets. "Plus, it wasn't a regular ship, so there's that."

"Sorry guys, he was on a delivery," Liv said, checking her map. "We're lucky he happened to be nearby. On the plus side, we'll be riding back in a normal ship, so chin up."

"I guess we should have accounted for time a bit better," Mauga looked around and off into the distance. It was only around one in the afternoon when they got on their flight, but it was the middle of the night in Japan! "It's two AM!"

"At least we're here," Liv was tired of traveling all day. They originally planned to go scope out the castle, but they didn't think about the time difference. "Wanna go get a room instead? We can get some rest and head out early in the morning."

"Why don't we see where Baptiste is staying and stay there?" Sloan suggested. "We're gonna meet up with him anyway, why not make it easier?"

"That's not a bad idea," Liv supposed she could access that part of the files on her watch, and it sure beat searching around for a spot. She pulled up a hologram of the files she was able to extract and went through them, locating his hotel quickly. "It says he checked in on Sunday."

"So, there's a good possibility he already completed the job," Mauga ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He wasn't really a fan of the idea of staying at Baptiste's hotel, but he needed to put logic before emotions. It wasn't like they were trying to shack up in his room, so it should be fine… right?

"Nope, it still says incomplete. How lucky is that?" Liv clicked on the link to the details, raising a brow. "Look at this. It says there's a contractor codenamed 'Reaper' overseeing the mission. I guess he's supposed to make sure it gets done."

"They're pretty serious about this key, huh?" Sloan draped an arm across Liv's shoulder while she plugged the address into her GPS. "But I'm surprised. He's usually the one to get it done and over with… wait, is that where it is?!"

"Yep. We better get going," Liv found the nearest main street and closed her screens, heading that direction. "And knowing him, he probably went to look around like a tourist first!"

Mauga rolled his eyes and followed behind. Baptiste sightseeing? It sounded like him, but only in places where he could understand the language. There was no way he knew his way around this place; he didn't speak a lick of Japanese! He was probably overwhelmed and hiding out in his room, drinking beer. "How far is it?"

"An hour away," Olivia nudged Sloan as they neared the street. "Make yourself useful and call a cab!"

"An hour away? Come on!" Mauga fussed. "Damnit, I just wanna lie down! E ese le ita!"

"Wanna see him that bad?" Sloan was excited to see him too and hoped he'd be willing to abandon Talon and rejoin them, and they had some good selling points when it came time to convince him!

Mauga just ignored the annoying words, mad at himself because there was a bit of truth behind them. While he did have an encounter with him not long ago, it wasn't a normal one. He was on a job and in whatever horrible mindset Talon forced him into, but the fact that he gave up and just took it in the end let him know there was still some of him worth fighting for… not that he really wanted to.

It'd been over half a decade since they went their separate ways and moved on with their lives. Baptiste surely had his own life, new friends, quite possibly even a new love interest. Although he didn't expect him to have settled down with how much of a flirt he was! He was probably enjoying his time being single!

Mauga smirked at the memories. Back when they first met, all they did was flirt with each other! If he was honest, he was the one who flirted first. There was just something about that spicy Haitian attitude that made him want a taste! And he was pretty easy at the time, so all he had to do was say the right thing and he'd offer up that buff chocolate bod in a heartbeat!

God, that body. While he wasn't looking to rekindle anything, he was sort of envious of whoever had the pleasure of taking him for a spin on a regular basis, if anyone. Maybe… just maybe… they could have a wild romp for old times' sake! 'He wouldn't go for that, would he? Nah, he wouldn't… right?' He guessed it wouldn't hurt to throw the idea out there, but what if it made things weirder than popping up at his hotel in the middle of the night? If they were lucky, he'd still be awake from the jet lag, but that didn't make it not weird!

'But~' What if it didn't make things weird, and he was actually into the idea? He grinned widely. Why wouldn't he be into it? They dated for forever! He knew all about his kinks and what would get him hot and bothered! 'Jesus.' He needed to get laid! It'd been nearly a year since he'd gone out to a bar one drunk and lonely night in the Dominican Republic and found a guy equally as lonely and gave him the time of his life. But nothing compared to that sweet island ass that left him years ago.

Maybe he was doomed to be alone. He and Baptiste built their little faction together from the ground up, and the work they did was dangerous, no room for personal relationships, but that didn't matter since they already had each other. When they separated and he finally got over him, he came to terms that he'd never date again. He didn't have a place to call home, nor did he stay in one place long enough to make any personal connections, and the last thing he wanted to do was get a civilian involved in their business. So, it was easier to stay single and keep to himself, and it wasn't like he was alone; he had his crew, and they were like family at this point.

A buzz from his phone brought him out of his thoughts, and he looked up, staring through the window of a moving car. Whoa. When did they get there? He'd been moving on autopilot and so consumed with his thoughts of Baptiste, he hadn't even noticed they were already headed his way! He looked down at his phone and saw a text from Olivia.

I know you're worried about seeing him amigo. Just remember we have your back no matter what happens.

He cracked a tiny smile. She could always see right through him. What was he trying to gain from this encounter anyway? Their main goal was to get him to not complete the job, but what if he wanted to come back once he learned the truth? Of course, they'd welcome him back with open arms, but what would that mean for them? He'd moved on and was fine with not reigniting what they once had, but if the opportunity presented itself, should he bite?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, what the hell was he doing fantasizing about unrealistic shit like this? This was why he didn't like to think about him! He needed to get his head on straight! He glanced at Pigpen, who was dozing off against the window, and sent Liv a quick message back.

I know. Just don't give Sloan any funny ideas.

He looked at Liv and she gave him a thumbs up. She was more set in reality than their airheaded friend. She understood that he and Baptiste getting back together was highly unlikely, whereas Sloan clung to whatever hope they could. While it was kind of sweet, it was annoying at the same time!

"Whoa… is this really where he's staying?" Liv looked out the window and saw nothing but trees. It sounded like him to be out in the boonies like this. She wished it wasn't dark outside; she bet the area was gorgeous in the daylight!

Sloan jerked awake at the sound of Liv's voice, immediately confused by how isolated they were all of a sudden. "Huh? Where are we? Weren't we just in the city?" They asked, voice thick with sleep.

"We're almost there," Liv said, checking her GPS. The files didn't give the name of the hotel, only the location. Being the curious cat she was, she pulled up the address on her own, looking at the hotel's website. "He's staying at a place called Aman Kyoto."

"'Aman Kyoto'," Sloan said as they rounded another dark curve. "Sounds too fancy to be in the woods!" Sloan watched the trees whiz by, wondering if they were going to get murdered in the dead of night! This was how a lot of scary movies started!

"Supposedly, it's a spa," Liv showed them the website, and they gushed over it together, swiping through the photos. "I can't see him staying somewhere like this!"

"Yeah, this is weird, right?" Sloan asked, clicking on the amenities. "I just can't see him getting pampered!"

"Yeah, his idea of a relaxation day is beer and food!" Liv giggled, clicking on the pricing. "Dios Mio! There's no way he's paying for this out of his pocket! We can't afford this!"

"Five grand a night?!" Sloan exclaimed. "Sheesh! Maybe we can bunk with him instead!"

"That might be our only option," Liv said, looking over at a frustrated and particularly quiet Mauga. She knew that was the last thing he wanted to do, but there wasn't any other reasonable resolution, unless… "We could always just talk to him, then go find another place to stay."

"What sense does that make? We might as well just crash with him since we'll be there. For five grand, I'm pretty sure the room will be big enough for all of us!" Sloan refused to spend any longer traveling!

"Yeah, but…" Liv started reluctantly. What if he wanted his peace? Sure, they used to be close, but that was years ago! Could they just barge into his space like old times?

"But nothing! I'm tired, and I know dumbo over here is tired, too!" Sloan huffed. "We found Baptiste, so why not stay with him? It's only for the night!"

"Pigpen is right," Mauga sighed, staring at the entrance sign to the hotel as they passed by. The pains in his side had a point; Baptiste being at a place like this was unusual. He'd stolen a few glances at the photos while they were looking through them, and it really didn't scream Baptiste. Had his tastes changed that much? Or… was a place like this somewhere he'd always wanted to go but never spoke about it? "We're here, might as well just stay. What's one night?"

Liv raised a brow at him in question, her eyes asking him if he was sure. When he gave a nod, she offered a half smile, to which he rolled his eyes. Well, if Mauga was fine with it, then she supposed they could try. The worst he'd do is say no. "Then that settles it!"

"I don't even know why it was a question! It's not like he'd get mad!" Sloan fussed, reaching around Olivia and yanking on their olive-green jacket that was being crushed by Mauga. "Uh, could you get your mountainous ass off my jacket? You're sitting on it!"

"You wish you had an ass like mine," he scoffed, moving only slightly just to piss them off. Pigpen got cranky when they were tired, and messing with them was always fun.

"As if! That thing is massive!" Sloan pulled on the jacket, annoyed that he didn't move enough to fully pull it from beneath him. "You—!" They shoved him and he pushed back, initiating a semi-friendly scuffle in the back of the cab they were crammed into and unknowingly startling the driver.

"¡Órale! Es como criar hijos," Liv muttered, separating the two. "I'm sitting right here! Fight when I'm not caught in the middle!" She directed her attention to the spooked driver. "Sorry about that," she apologized sheepishly.

The driver nodded and waved his hand, ready to get these foreigners out of his car. He wasn't a fan of the rambunctious bunch and never understood how anyone could be this energetic in the middle of the night. He pulled into the parking lot of a really nice spa, wondering how they could afford such a place, but he learned at a young age to never judge a book by its cover.

"I'm not a child!" Sloan declared, sticking their tongue out at Mauga.

"You sure act like one," Mauga snickered, hissing in pain when they yanked on his hair. "Hey! What did I tell you about touching my hair?!"

"What did I tell you about being a big bully?" Sloan waited for the car to come to a stop before opening the door and stepping out.

"Güey," Liv slid out of the seat and walked around to the front to pay the driver. Those two were going to be the death of her! "Sorry again," she said to the driver. "How much do we owe you?"

"Wow~" Sloan stood in the parking lot and stared at the building. "This is really nice! I know I saw pictures, but I bet the inside looks so much better in person!"

"Speaking of getting inside," Mauga spotted the keypad entry and knew Liv was going to have to get them in there. He turned around, waiting for her to finish paying the cabby. "We need a code to get in."

"I think I saw on the website that reservations are only made online, but I didn't think it was this strict!" Sloan said, grabbing their belongings out of the trunk.

"Don't worry, guys," Liv made the tips of her thin gloves glow pink as the cab drove away. "I can get us in there."

"You'd think a place like this would have cameras all over." Mauga looked around and saw nothing, making their break-in a lot easier. "When you cater to the rich, I guess you don't have to worry about much."

"I still don't think he paid for this on his own!" Sloan said as they approached the door. "Wait… shouldn't we find another entrance?"

"What for?" Liv motioned around them. "There are no cameras! But if it'll make you feel better, I can scan the area with my drone."

"It would, yes." Sloan draped themselves around Liv while she pulled it out of her bag. "Gracias!"

"I agree with you, Pigpen." Mauga pulled a flyer out of the box next to the door. This really wasn't Baptiste's style. "I think Talon footed the bill for this."

"When you rob thousands of people and businesses, you can afford to send your slaves to nice places like these," Liv said, scanning the surrounding area.

"Whoa, whoa," Mauga held his hands up. "Slave? I don't think that's the word you should be using for Baptiste!"

"¡Por Dios!" She swatted at him, slightly embarrassed. "You know what I meant!"

"I know, I know!" Mauga laughed, dropping a hand on her shoulder. "I'm just messin' with ya!"

"Let's get in there." Liv packed her scanner away and approached the keypad, activating her glove. "I didn't see any cameras out here or inside."

"Do you know which room he's in?" Sloan asked while she did her stealth work. "Or are we just winging it?"

"You can't be suggesting we knock on every door until we find him, are you?" Mauga smacked Sloan in the back of the head lightly, knowing it would stir them up again. "Are you trying to wake the locals?"

"You little…!" Sloan swung their bag at him, quickly being stopped by Liv again.

"¡Anda! We need to be smart about this!" Liv said as the door buzzed open. "No fighting until we settle in! ¡Vamos!"

Mauga held the door open and entered last, checking their surroundings. There weren't many cars in the parking lot, and the building looked small enough to find him easily. "Sloan's right, though. You have his room number?"

"Let me see if it's in the notes," Liv opened the file on her watch as they walked through the fancy halls, scrolling through the details. "Looks like he's in suite D."

"Suite? Damn, he's living the good life! I'm kinda jealous!" Sloan marveled at the art hung on the walls, admiring the details.

"Don't be." Mauga shook his head. "Stuff like this comes at a price."

"Yeah, five grand a night!" Sloan laughed. "But if he's in a suite, he definitely has the space for us!"

"Unless he's doing the job with someone and they're using the space," Liv countered, leading them down another hall. "But I didn't see that in the notes."

The closer they got to his room, the more Mauga's hands began to sweat. He hated feeling nervous like this! It wasn't like this was someone new; it was just Baptiste! And knowing they were most likely going to crash in his room made it worse! All sorts of thoughts started to run through his brain again. What would happen once they settled in for the night? Would he get a chance to hold him again? Would old feelings creep back into existence? Would he even be happy to see him?

"Hey," Liv nudged Mauga when they got to his room, seeing him lost in his thoughts again. She felt bad, but she was kind of excited for him. She knew he'd been secretly pining for him lately, so this might be good for him. Maybe they could reconnect, and they could get him back. With all the new knowledge he'd bring from Talon, he'd be a serious asset! "We're here. You okay?"

"Of course, he's okay!" Sloan threw a playful arm around him, suddenly energetic and excited. "We're about to get Baptiste back!"

"Just knock, would ya?" Mauga shrugged them away, shifting his weight nervously. The sooner they ripped the band-aid off, the better it would be.

Sloan knocked on the door rhythmically, a code only he should recognize. Granted, it'd been a long time since he heard it, but it should definitely jog his memory! "He should realize it's us with that."

"Unless he was brainwashed to the point where he forgot it," Mauga rolled his eyes, tapping his foot impatiently while they waited.

"You think he's asleep?" Liv asked. It was taking longer than they would have liked for him to come to the door, but it was pretty late. "If he is, he has to wake up. Knock again."

Sloan knocked again, a little louder but not loud enough to disturb the other guests. A few seconds later, they heard the muffled sound of a door closing inside, followed by the clicking of a lock. The door swung open, and there stood a stunned Baptiste in a white robe and slippers on the wrong feet. "I knew you were awake!" They exclaimed, a wide grin plastered on their face.

Liv was amused at how disheveled he looked, but they did just show up at his door in the dead of night, and after several years! His confusion was understandable. "Long time no see, amigo!"

Niran and Bap danced aimlessly around the suite to Haitian music he put on the speaker he'd brought along with him, mingling and kissing and having a good time together. Niran was initially worried about his mood, but it seemed to improve quite a bit as they meshed. They spun around, tumbling on the couch in laughter.

"Ou se sila mwen t'ap chache a," Bap sang to his lotus drunkenly as he lie atop him on the sofa, caressing his face as ivory hair fanned beneath him.

"I can't say I've heard this song before," Niran loved being serenaded like this! He was going to have to add this to his list of firsts! "It's lovely."

"You're lovely," Bap leaned down and sucked on his collarbone, grinding his hips. He couldn't hold himself back this time around! "The things I want to do to you…" he murmured against warm, perfect skin. He found the tie to his robe and undid it, fastening his lips to his now bare chest and letting his hands wander. "The things I want you to do to me…"

"Someone's an honest drunk," Niran joked, arching into him and embracing his affection while he hummed along to the music. He could get used to this! "Tell me. Tell me what gets you going, Bap," he whispered into his ear.

"You do," Bap couldn't coherently describe just how much the being in his arms stirred him up, but he was going to try! He moved back up and kissed him passionately. "Your plump lips," he traced his jaw with the tips of his fingers and inhaled deeply. "The intoxicating smell you give off," he combed his fingers through fine hair, mesmerized at how it fell effortlessly through his grasp. "Your frosty white hair," he smoothed his hands down a lithe body in worship, stopping on his waist. "Your perfect body," he met his gaze and gave a sultry grin. "Every single thing about you gets me going, lotus."

Niran couldn't help but blush and let out a small giggle. What a Casanova! "As much as you flatter me," Niran said coyly, putting his hands on his shoulders. "You know what I meant!" He deftly rolled them off the couch and onto the floor with a laugh, now on top of him. He mimicked him and undid his robe, drooling at all that hard chocolate! "What gets you going?" He hummed, desperately wanting to take a bite out of him! He slid down and took him into his mouth without warning, gripping the base of it while he swallowed him whole.

Bap grunted out in surprise and jerked his hips, hands finding the side of his head and guiding him gently. "Ah, that's a start," he moved stray hair out of his face so he could continue doing whatever he was doing so skillfully. To be on the receiving end from an angel…! He moaned deeply while lips gripped him just right, thrusting lightly.

"Ah-ah-ah," Niran let him out of his mouth with a pop, looking up at him with mischief. He had an idea on how to get him worked up!

"W-Why'd you stop?" Bap lifted his head, meeting a playful look. "What are you about to do?" He watched wide-eyed as a white smoke encompassed his hand, leaving only a glowing, wispy rope-looking thing. "What… are you planning to do with that?" He asked in anticipation before his wrists were suddenly bound together.

"No touching," with only a snap of his fingers, Niran had his wrists tied together above his head to keep him immobile, free to fondle his body as he wished. He slid his hands up and down a well-toned midsection, admiring how well he was sculpted. If anyone should be a model, it was Bap! And boy, did he taste just as good as he looked! Holding his hips in place, he went back down for seconds.

Bap went to jerk his hips again at the unexpected contact, but his lotus' grip was strong! God, it felt so good, and being tied up like this was making him harder than ever! "Lotus…" he groaned out, lifting his head to see him sucking and licking, working him like it was the best tasting thing he had in his life. What a divine sight. He wanted desperately to touch him, but no matter how hard he yanked on the magic rope, it wouldn't budge! "I want… to touch you…"

Niran bobbed up and down, swirling his tongue around warm firmness. He hummed, loving the way it throbbed and swelled in his mouth. "I know you do, dàalíng," he said, tapping it against his face. He was so far gone, lost in the erotic atmosphere they'd created, he just wanted to eat him alive! "In due time."

Bap let his head fall against the floor, his hips writhing in protest when his legs were suddenly pushed back, knees nearly touching his chest. "What are you… ah!" He bucked as stimulation rocked his body, a delicate yet firm grip on his rear while a tongue worked its way around his rim, face buried between his cheeks.

Niran couldn't contain himself! Bap was just so yummy! He'd pushed his knees back and went to town, humming and lapping at a tight hole as if he were starved. He squeezed his cheeks, dragging his tongue up to his sac and taking it into his mouth, suckling gently. Curious fingers probed him while another hand pumped him, amused at how much his body trembled.

Bap was in heaven! His lotus was devouring him and leaving nothing behind, giving him pleasure he couldn't even begin to fathom! He couldn't help but be vocal, moaning and reacting to his every touch while he loosened him languidly. "Ah… lotus," he breathed out, nearing his release when he hit that spot with his digits. "I'm…!" His back arched as he made a mess on his stomach, twitching and panting heavily.

Niran prodded, finding his sweet spot easily and getting him off in no time. He smoothed his hands up his hips and all along his body, wherever he could reach while he caught his breath.

"That was…" Bap sighed out, still reeling from a top-tier orgasm. "…enkwayab!"

"We're just getting started, dàalíng," Niran bowed down, dragging his tongue along the defines of his abs, thirsting after every bit of him. "Absolutely delectable…" he murmured, continuing his journey around his muscles.

When Bap realized what he was doing, he lifted his head in surprise. While his ministrations felt amazing, he definitely didn't have to go to those lengths! He was licking him clean! He pulled at his wrists, the rope still unmoving. "L-Lotus! What are you…?"

"I can't help myself," Niran slid his hands up, squeezing his pecs. Obsessed wasn't the word! He literally couldn't get enough! "You just taste so good."

How could he deny his beautiful lotus when he paid such good and careful attention to his body? It was all his. "Then have as much of me as you'd like."

"Oh, Bap," Niran sat up on his knees and lifted his hips, pulling him onto his lap. He was so sexy, lying there expectantly with such a lustful look. "I was already planning on doing that!" He hugged his legs, nudging against an eager hole and pushing in slowly. His head fell back, hair falling down his shoulders as he closed his eyes with a shaky exhale. He was so tight, so warm, so ready for all of him, and he felt better than words could describe! He kicked himself mentally for waiting so long, but he was definitely going to make up for lost time!

Bap gasped at the invasion, feeling every thick inch as it pressed into him and reached depths none had touched before. One moment, he was taking it slow and steady, and the next, he was thrusting into him relentlessly, panting out his name in a breathy chant. "L-Lotus…" he moaned, rocking back and forth and pulling at that godforsaken rope. He wanted to touch him!

"Mmm, Bap," Niran was over the moon, drowning in pleasure as he shoved in to the hilt, kissing his ankle. He knew Bap was dying to touch him, but he was in the zone and couldn't stop himself or focus on anything other than the chocolate melting around him. "This… is heaven!" He thought he'd seen it all, but nothing compared to this!

"Pale m de sa…" Bap sighed dreamily as his lotus stirred him up and sucked on his toes. He didn't even know he was into that! His body tingled, and he shuddered; he'd never in his life been catered to so well! "Right there…"

Niran dropped his hands and held his waist, digging in deeper to hit that spot he liked. "There?" Niran purred, humping him like a madman. He felt so good, he wanted to get closer to him!

"There…!" Bap groaned, he was hitting all the right spots and touching him in all the right ways! He moved his hips, matching his rhythm and nearing his next release.

"Okay," Niran adjusted his hips slightly and leaned down, holding his face and gazing into his eyes while he slid in and out of him tenderly. "Like that?"

Bap nodded, silver hair cocooning them in their own world of lust. Suddenly, his wrists were freed, and he locked his arms and legs around him instantly, pulling him closer. "Kiss me, lotus," he pleaded, clinging to him.

With no hesitation, Niran kissed him passionately and rocked into him, their moans like harmony to his ears while they both reached sweet bliss together. Nails dug into his back as he poured into him, another sticky mess made on their midsections.

Bap laced fingers through his hair while their tongues battled for dominance and stole each other's breaths. So, this was what it was like to be taken by an angel. It was more than just a physical feeling; it was deeply emotional and almost overwhelming! But it didn't stop him from wanting to feel this all the time! "I think I'm in love with you," he sighed with a lazy grin, kissing his neck and coming down from a euphoric high.

"Duh," Niran giggled. If Bap thought they were done, he had another thing coming! "It was only a matter of time." He slid out of him gently, sitting upright again while he rubbed his legs.

"Is this what you do?" Bap asked, staring up at him under lidded eyes and committing all of him to memory while he ran those caramel hands through snowy hair. He was truly an Adonis with a touch of femininity, and all of it drove him crazy!

"And what is it that I keep doing to you?" Niran asked playfully, remembering him asking the same question when they came face to face for the first time. "I'm only making a mess of you like you asked," he smiled coyly, standing and helping him up.

"Like the nymph that you are," Bap put an arm around his waist and pulled him in, nowhere near finished. "It's like you put some sort of spell on me."

Niran laughed, twirling them around and leading him to the dark bedroom. "I'd call it peace of mind," he said, taking both their robes off completely and smoothing hands along warm skin as the fabric fell to the floor.

"Peace of mind, hm?" Bap turned on the lamp next to the bed, wanting to see his beautiful angel in soft light. Brushing stray locks of hair behind his ear, he ghosted digits down his cheek and held his chin. "I do feel at peace when I'm with you, lotus."

"I'm just giving you what you need, what you deserve." Niran sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard and holding out a hand. "I hope you know I plan to keep you up all night!"

"Looks like we're on the same page then," Bap grinned, taking his hand and sliding into his lap comfortably, melding together in an ardent storm of excitement. They explored each other's bodies, kissing and nuzzling and so absorbed to the point where he barely noticed he was being entered again. He threw his head back with a groan, hands on his thighs to prop himself up.

Niran lifted his knees and had hands planted firmly on his hips, pushing him down while a deep voice reverbed through his body, enhancing the sensations. His insides were still slick and hot from his earlier ministrations, taking him easily and making him hungry for more. He just wanted to submerge his entire being within him and stay there forever! "Oh, Bap!" He whispered out as he drove his hips upward, leaning forward and sucking on dark nipples.

Bap lifted and lowered himself while his lotus kept him steady, showing his chest some well-needed attention. It was like he'd transported them to another mind-blowing universe without even leaving the room! "Mwen pa ka jwenn ase!" He stilled his hips, being filled completely as he kissed him deeply. He never wanted this to end, and if he got his way, it never would!

"I never imagined you would be so…" Bap lie in between the long legs of his favorite being, arms wrapped around him snugly and white bedsheets draped across them. After going at it for what felt like forever, they shared a steamy shower then collapsed into bed, bodies intertwined. He was trying to find the word for how wild his lotus was without it coming out wrong. Seriously! He turned him each way but loose! And it was a good thing! "…lewd!"

"Ha!" Niran openly laughed, tracing circles on a muscular back. "I'll admit, I was somewhat of a wild one back when I was human!" He thought fondly on a few favorite memories from when he was touring the islands of Greece. Maybe they could recreate them together. "Ah, Mykonos!"

"I would have never guessed," Bap always thought Niran was prim and proper and assumed he would be vanilla in the bedroom, but boy, was he wrong! It only made him wonder what other kinks he had! "You don't look nearly as perverted as you secretly are!"

"Me? Perverted? And you're the picture of innocence, right?" Niran laughed with him, eventually agreeing. "I had some fun back in my day, but nothing in my centuries of life has ever compared to you! I suppose that's why I locked onto you."

"You locked onto me because I'm the sexiest man alive," Bap cheesed. "I imagine it was hard to keep your paws off until now!"

"It was hard! I had to appease myself for the time being and show up in your dreams, but that wasn't enough," Niran explained. "You had your own life and friends and stuff, I couldn't just uproot that!"

"I guess it would have been weird if you popped up out of nowhere," Bap chuckled. How would his crew have reacted if that happened? Sheesh. How would Mauga have reacted? "Guess this is the definition of right person, wrong time."

"And then! I was presented with the perfect opportunity to present myself to you," Niran looked away shyly. "I'll admit, there were times I could have shown up sooner, but… I don't know why I waited! I shouldn't have!"

"Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad you finally did. And I'm glad you're here to stay." Bap hooked his arms under his shoulders and listened to his heartbeat, humming contentedly. "I want to know more about your human life," he mumbled against his chest. "Tell me about Mykonos."

"Mykonos~" Niran hugged him closer, rubbing his back. "I spent a lot of time traveling around on ships and immersing myself in other cultures when I stumbled on the Greek islands. They're so much fun! Almost anything goes over there! And I remember the food being really good, too."

"I can definitely see you in a toga!" Bap laughed, imagining him in Greek attire and almost getting hard again! He'd look good in anything. "Complete with the accessories and all!"

"Of course! I actually lived there for a big chunk of my adult life. Learned the language and everything. I nearly changed my name, I loved it there so much!" Niran wondered what life would have been like if he had met Bap in that time period. "You would have liked it. We would have done very well there!"

"I believe it, I've heard stories. That explains a lot!" Bap laughed. He would have loved to see him in his prime, slaying his way through Greece like a playboy! "And you never settled down, huh?"

"Heavens, no! I was a free spirit," Niran blushed at the memories, he was the opposite of what some would call a prude; he learned many tricks and used them wisely! "I never found anyone I connected with… not that I lived long enough to even do that."

"You died young?" Bap wanted to know everything, anything he could remember or would care to share. It was only fair since he knew everything about him!

"I did, but technically, I lived a fulfilling life. I was thirty-three, which was about the average life span back then." Niran explained. He didn't usually like to think about it, but he was comfortable with Bap. In fact, this was the first time he'd told his story to anyone. "I hadn't left in a while and decided to go on an excursion, but the ship I was on went down in a storm.

"Bondye, I'm so sorry," Bap clutched him, what a horrible way to go! "You must have been so terrified."

"I was, but as I lost consciousness in that cold and unforgiving water," he sighed out, a bit of relief coming to him now that he was actually talking about it. "I made my peace. I'd lived my life to the fullest, no restrictions, no one telling me to change. The world was my oyster… well, Greece was my oyster! I was a good, kind person, and I had no regrets."

"And your family?" Bap was relieved that he at least lived a fulfilling life. What would it have been like if he'd been in Greece with him? How freeing would that be? He suddenly dreamed of running away to those islands with him.

"There isn't really anything interesting to say about them," Niran shrugged. "For as long as I could remember, I'd been an outcast. I felt like I didn't really belong, like I didn't fit in with the members of my own family. As much as they tried to be discreet about it, they couldn't hide the disgust they had for me. But the joke was on them because I didn't really care one way or the other! The moment I turned sixteen, I left Thailand, and they never saw me again!"

"Only sixteen?" Bap raised a brow. How did he get away with that while he was underage?

"Things were different back then! There were teens younger than me who had the responsibility of the modern grown man! Besides, I was quite mature for my age!" Niran wrapped his legs around him, squeezing him playfully. "I didn't get to Greece until I was about twenty-two. There were more important things to do than frolic in the islands! I wanted to learn and explore! It was when I stopped by what's now known as Karpathos that I fell in love with the culture. From there, I traveled to the mainland and got my fill before island hopping and taking residence in Mykonos."

"You make it sound so exciting. You'll have to show me one day."

"What if I take you when you're done here?" Niran knew this would probably be his last job if things went the way they were supposed to, and if that was the case, then he was going to need to unwind! "It's much different than what I'm used to, but it's still beautiful."

"Honestly? That sounds like a really good idea," Bap said when he thought he heard a familiar knock on the door. Why the hell was his mind playing tricks on him at a time like this?! He ignored it, hugging him and nuzzling his chest.

Niran heard a knock at the door and remembered his old crew was on their way! How could he have forgotten?! His previous worries about Bap seeing his old flame flooded him again, and he clung to him tightly. He had him all to himself; there was nothing to worry about! Not to mention they were just super intimate! He tried to ignore it, continuing the conversation. Maybe they'd go away. Bap seemed to not hear it, so maybe they were in the clear. "I know the perfect place to take you! I'm so excited!"

Bap went to speak up when the knock sounded again, this time a little louder. There was no way…! There were only four—well, three now—people on Earth that knew that knock, and he hadn't seen them in years! Unless… it was Mauga! But what the hell was he doing there, and how in the world did he find him?! He already shot him, did he come to finish him off or something? He looked up at Niran, who smiled reassuringly, eyes telling him to answer it.

"Tch!" He sucked his teeth, detangling himself from comfort and rolling out of bed, the brisk air disrespecting his bare skin. He fussed under his breath, what horrible timing! Why was he even there in the middle of the damn night anyway? He couldn't wait until daytime like a normal human being?! Interrupting time with his lotus! He reached for a robe and slipped it on, sliding into the first pair of slippers he saw and not caring that they were on the wrong feet. He leaned back in and kissed him longingly. "I'll be right back, mon amour."