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Raze was silent the entire journey back, placing himself in a back corner and meditating. He was in no mood to engage with others, and he kept himself detached and removed from the situation.

Broadcasts about the prison breakout would soon blast across the galaxy and footage of him and Tiamat would be plastered everywhere. He pushed all those thoughts aside, meditating and focusing on his plan of action. While he had initially accepted his ship being revoked, something had changed in him over his months of being gone.

It was the realization that not everything taken from him was as the Force willed it. It had taken a Jedi Councilor using the very Force itself to bring back his sight to believe that. To truly believe that it was possible to snatch and claw back what he desired. The Jedi had managed it without corruption. Without submitting himself to the Force. Without twisting who he was.

Emerald eyes briefly flashed through his memories before his thoughts returned to his ship and other possessions that he had deluded himself into thinking were never his. They were his. And he would take them back.

There was a lurch as the ship entered the surface of Eriadu. Raze opened his eyes beneath the helmet, remaining silent even as the ship pulled into a dock. He rose from his seat and strode out without a word to anyone, making his way through the landing bay to borrow another ship to take to the station.

There were surprised and alarmed looks as he passed, but he ignored it all, the Imperials and Sith parting the way for him.

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Stolas had been watching the situation with the prison carefully, professionally, and had an ear to the ground regarding Raze being spotted literally anywhere. It would have almost been funny, had it not been for the powerful, heavy rush of emotions that rushed through him and settled in his chest, that the first thing he'd noticed was a simple check of his holocomm.

Soldier Boy had been online. Morgan had leapt from behind his desk, getting things straight, packing, sending out orders and messages, and generally trying to remain professional in the face of his heart trying its best to jump into his throat. Soon after were the reports from observers on Byblos and the news of the attack by Darth Raze on the facility. Media flashed on holoscreens about it, showing Raze and Tiamat on multiple channels. It brought him pride and a twinge of jealousy along with the storm of everything else.

He didn't think long before he knew at least where to start. Morgan's heart was a thumping, pounding mess but he still understood the man he loved, he thought, even after all this time. On approach, the ship Raze was aboard had been noted and that information was passed to Stolas.

People avoided standing in Raze's path on his return, but there was another source of fear in the hangar complex. Raze would feel it clearly, see heads turn and spines straighten. Roiling storm clouds approached, flame flickering just beneath the surface. There, emerging into the landing bay, Darth Stolas would become visible. Sith stood aside and officers saluted sharply, but he paid them no mind, chin up and back straight.


Bright golden eyes were fixed solely, intensely, sharply, on the tall form of Darth Raze, nearly luminescent in their brilliance. His skin was silvered noticeably and every tense, marching stride taken with purpose. Iron fingers were tense at his sides as he moved, hair that had grown long neatly back in a low bun in mimicry of his shorter military style. His the expression was a mix of many things that flashed over the surface, a tightness Raze would recognize as him trying to reign in his face that always gave everything away, pushing his feelings down.

Morgan approached Raze directly, commanding loudly for all to hear in a sharp, snapping tone.

"Everyone, except Raze, leave us!"


Sith, Imperials, and maintenance crew scrambled to obey at speed, filing out through the doors along with Stolas' attendant. Raze's form reflected in Morgan's burning gaze as he arrived closer to him. His hands tightened at his sides, jaw working tensely and the muscles around his eyes tight with effort. His voice was tight, but controlled, and very serious, as he stepped within arm's length. Conflict clear on his face as he fought multiple urges ranging from affection to anger to relief to worry. It was all just too much.

"You came marching home. We need to speak, of many things. Now."

Morgan took a breath that almost shook.

"Your things are safe."


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Raze came to a stop when he saw who arrived across from him. There was something very different about the way Morgan carried himself and the way that others reacted around him. While he kept a dignified face, Raze could make out all the subtle nuances as the man walked closer. The entire area quickly cleared of Imperials and other Sith at a simple command from Morgan.

The tall half Sephi stood perfectly still, standing several inches taller than when they had met last. The armor was slightly snug on him from how much bigger he had gotten during his time away. Raze remained silent as he took in sight of the Firrerreo, gazing into those eyes he had blindly drawn so many times. He looked at those perfect lips he had dreamed about tasting every single night he had been at the village. He took in sight of the hair that was not as he remembered, though it certainly suited the man in its own way. He heard the clipped and polished accent that had resounded in his thoughts for so long. He heard words that took him right back as if not a day had passed since they were parted. But he also heard words that sounded almost like a command.

Raze said nothing as seconds ticked by. He made no move towards the other man, simply drinking in sight of him. He let the moment hang, the area around them blending away till there was nothing but the regal man before him. The helmet was just as devoid of expression as the face beneath it.

“My things,” The mechanized voice spoke after a while, “Are safe because you have taken them from me,” He stated flatly. He had been meditating, but he heard enough about Morgan’s ascension of power and what he had done to get there on the ship. Vizim had been getting the other Sith Lords up to speed.

“Have I marched home? Or have I simply trespassed upon your kingdom, Councilor Stolas?”

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He blinked once. Morgan couldn't see Emryc's face behind the helmet, which he'd been staring at so intently, but he couldn't help the flicker down toward the rest of him. Once he was close it was obvious that not only was the half-Sephi even taller than before but broader, accentuated by the armour that pressed close to the skin. Goldens looked rather openly at him before flicking back up to the helmet when Raze spoke. Hearing his voice, even through the helmet, sent butterflies flittering through his belly.

Stolas' expression became no less complicated but it did shift around in response. Many, many words rushed through his head and his skin flushed slightly deeper- but only for a moment, before it returned. Morgan had learned important lessons, contemplated, meditated, adapted as he always did. He loved Emryc, he did, all of him. Raze too was loved just the same, but he did not handle situations in the same ways.


"I-" Morgan interrupted himself, raising a hand, blinking again, taking an extra few moments to arrange his words properly. He'd already experienced the pain of saying the wrong thing.

"Home. Ours. It is complicated, and I will explain." His hand pulled a small device from his belt and offered it forward, so the end of it would touch the half-Sephi's large arm. Raze would recognize it as the electronic access key to his ship. "Control for your ship," he explained.

"Never could you trespass where you belong." Doubtless Raze had heard details of the ball on Drommund Kaas. Stolas also knew he wouldn't understand why it happened at all.

"She asked me if you were a slave. To my face." Anger was clear in his eyes as he spoke, in his tone. "Openly defied the Eternal before the Order. Collapsed without defiance before a challenge. She and her cult would have left it all in ruins or lost it to another while you were away." He paused once more, always looking directly at the mask so Raze could take in and analyze his expressions, the furrowed brows and mixed tightness, the deliberate way he spoke and chose his words as well as their content. It was a habit he'd fallen in long ago, although he was unaware the other man could see at all.

"I took her place for these reasons. And, because I could stand it being her, and not myself, ruling over that space by your side. Her bearing and raising your children." His lips curled in something almost becoming a snarl before it reset back again. Morgan knew he needed to handle this calmly, but Raze would see what he was struggling with clear on his face. Golden eyes stared directly into the helmet's visor, as if searching intently for the silvers he so desperately wanted to look upon. His jaw tightened again and he took a half step closer.

"I honour your claims. Intend for it all to remain yours, and mine, together. As surely as I am yours. I speak the truth, is this not so?"


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Raze remained silent the entire time that Morgan spoke, noting him stopping himself from having a more overt reaction. He already caught several different ways the man approached the topics. Instead of letting his emotions govern him, he chose and articulated his words perfectly. Raze could see the subtle shifts in the way his skin flushed, the way his gaze changed, the way he kept looking around and speaking as if he were in front of a mirror.

Morgan didn’t realize Raze could see.

He felt the familiar access key in his hand. There was no mistaking that spike of elation that coursed through him, even through Raze. No mental walls could hold that back. It was his ship. It was what he knew. It was his sanctuary. All in the palm of his hand. All returned to him.

The Sith Lord remained quiet, feeling the pulse of rage from Morgan at Malicia having called Raze a slave. The half Sephi had a rather neutral opinion on such things, but he knew they were repulsive words to a Drast. A Drast did not kneel. Raze was far more concerned about having Ship again.

His gaze flicked up beneath the helmet back towards Morgan’s eyes. He saw the goldens shifting back and forth again, the familiar fangs poking through as his lips curled in displeasure at Malicia. Raze remained still and perfectly calm, not revealing or displaying anything beyond the reaction to the access key. It was abundantly clear that the topic of Malicia herself had little impact on him. Morgan knew him well enough to recognize his posture when a subject made him uncomfortable. The Firrerreo could have been talking to Raze about musicals and it would yield the same vacant response.

Raze would never comprehend the Firrerreo’s anger at this or the thought of her bearing his children. The Sith Lord had been told by Renfry about the twins, but he had since had almost no opinion on it. As a noble, Morgan understood political marriages. Did he not?

The prince stepped closer and Raze didn’t move back. He stood there as Morgan stared at his visor. However, the Firrerreo looked away after a moment as Raze remained silent.

After a while, a gloved hand slowly reached over to gently tilt Morgan’s face back up, a finger curling under his chin. The gesture would angle the Firrerreo’s face so the goldens aligned directly with the visor again, the very subtle and casual action enough to make it clear the Sith Lord could see.

“You have had my heart, my soul, my past, my present and my future since the day I gave you Andraste, Nightingale.”

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Golden eyes were as sharp as they ever were, perhaps even sharper after learning how to pick up the ever subtle cues of the man he loved. Even without his face there was his breathing, the beat of his heart, and movements of muscles and minute shifts in posture.

Morgan didn't need any of that to recognize what his soldier boy felt upon receiving that little key. Through all the walls and stoicism, past the mask and layers upon layers of maze-like construct he'd formed in his mind, that simple little object brought him joy. That joy was his as well to share in, even for that brief moment, and that made him happy. It wasn't lost on the prince even as he spoke and carried on with his explanation.

He'd practiced it, obsessively, since the ball on Drommund Kaas. Over and over, just as he'd called out into the void across the universe. He needed both Emryc and Raze to understand. Didn't trust himself to say it right in the moment even then, but he tried.

There was little response to the specifics of Malicia and why he was upset about the whole thing. The calm was both one he recognized and somewhat anxious, on Morgan's part, as it was difficult to read even for him. But he knew what anger felt like, what it looked like, and this wasn't it. There was more to talk about, he knew this too, but right now he just wanted to explain.

He finished speaking. Raze took his time, and Morgan waited. He hoped he understood, hoped he wasn't angry with him, hoped- A hand moved and it was a measure of his trust that the Firrerreo didn't move, stilling where he stood. His eyes tightened as gloved fingers found his chin, moved his gaze upward, lined up with the visor. Goldens widened as he looked up and the other man spoke, and he knew from that angle it was silvers gazing back at him.

That name, Nightingale, that declaration Raze made just for him, and being looked at by the half-Sephi sent his thoughts awhirling.


"You can see!" he couldn't help but exclaim, face stuck between somewhere between laughing and crying and not quite doing either. The absolute waves of sheer glee that broke through everything else and rolled off him was nearly palpable. His arms came up, stopped, and then he stopped caring. There was no one watching for the moment.

Morgan rushed forward to bury himself against the half-Sephi's broad chest, practically leaping into his arms, that trilling laugh of his singing into the armour he wore for several moments. Tears stung his eyes but he didn't care that Raze would see. He would see.


"Mwen damou w'. Always. Welcome home, cheri." He stayed there for a little while, squeezing tight and trying to get himself back under control in the meantime. They couldn't stay out here for too long. Morgan drew back just enough to look up into the the visor again.

"I would like to show you to your ship. Please."


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Raze heard those words again, heard the term of endearment again, heard that musical laughter again. It washed over him like cool, comforting rain after he had been walking under the sun through the desert for centuries. It was drawing in crisp, clear air as if he had been submerged underwater for decades. It was laying his weary head down to rest after sleep eluded him for an eternity.

It was enough to shatter through him and melt the frosty walls all over again. The half Sephi exhaled softly as Morgan held him, feeling the warm embrace and the vibrating purrs of contentment that the Firrerreo could never control. For a moment, Raze simply gazed ahead, his head slightly above Morgan’s. Visor remained trained ahead as his arms finally came up to pull the lithe man close.

Morgan barely finished remarking about the ship before Raze reached down and silently hooked his hands around the back of his thighs to pick him up. The Sith Lord shifted so Morgan’s hands were placed on his shoulders and his legs would be around his hips. The Firrerreo would note the height was considerably higher than he remembered, and everything else was broader.

Raze tilted the visor up to gaze at goldens as he took purposeful strides towards their destination. They were the same strides that took him through the prison where he left countless dead and mangled in his wake. They were the same, heavy boots that still had the stains of Ranger blood on them. This was the very Sith Lord that unceremoniously murdered and tossed aside a veteran Ranger. This was the same man that had the galaxy reporting on the tragedy he caused.

He remained silent the entire way, letting his prince guide where they needed to go before they arrived at his ship. That familiar elated spike ran through Raze again, the entry ramp opening. Raze ducked to allow both men in before the door closed behind them.

He kept walking till Morgan’s back gently pressed into the opposite wall inside the ship while Raze still carried him. He contemplated for a moment before speaking.

“I look different than you recall,” He stated simply, giving Morgan a chance to remove his helmet.

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Even the small movements of that exhaled breath told Morgan something. Long, strong arms closed around him while he purred away against them, took in the scents of Raze, of armour, of blood. It felt just like home. It felt like things were where they belonged.

Quite unceremoniously he was moved to be carried and quite easily he went along with it, the fanged smile on the prince's fine features lighting it up like the sun through black storm clouds. Both settled on shoulders that would much larger than he remembered, squeezing them appreciatively, and his legs tightened possessively around the half-Sephi's hips. It almost felt strange to smile so earnestly after so long and feel that nostalgically familiar light and fluttering sensation in his chest. He knew he was blushing already, heat running its way across his neck and up his cheeks to paint them in delicate gold.

While they traveled to the ship with Morgan's guidance he took things in. Yes, Emryc was definitely even taller, his new perspective up in arms proving as much. Slender fingers traveled freely over his shoulders and behind his neck, feeling the curves and lines of the muscle beneath the armour, although his eyes never left the visor. Gold burned holes through it. Morgan at best tolerated being touched by others but he craved the closeness of his soldier boy, waited so long to feel it again, and in those powerful arms he simply melted.

The same man who blasted Ranger captains out of the sky, dueled Jedi to the death in warzones, challenged Sith to take what he wanted, turned into mush for the man he loved. The same fangs that smiled at Raze were the same he bore in snarls at his enemies, the silk fingers hooked around his neck and shoulders the same iron bands that grasped and tore necks, wielded blades, operated weapons of war. A vicious tiger, a beautiful monster, a kitten purring madly just for Emryc, just for Raze.

He had felt a rush of pride and affection mixed in with everything else when he'd heard and seen what Raze had done at the prison, the slaughter and terror he'd brought to the Rangers and their ilk, the scent and sight of blood remaining on his armour reminding him of those events and sparking a familiar flame.

His smile widened as he felt the renewed joy, expression bright with excitement. A rush of intimately familiar smells hit him, cologne and cleaning products, clean sheets and laundry. Still the distant, sunken in sounds of music echoed in the metal plating. Morgan was pressed back against a wall of the ship, svelte form pinned ever so delicately between it and the much larger Raze. His hand came up eagerly to unclasp and remove the helmet, eyes lighting up and mouth opening in a soft gasp as they took in the eyes he loved so much, eyes that looked directly back at him.


"What you are is enough."

Goldens traveled over the features of Emryc's face, the trimmed beard and the long hair. One second his head was tilted slightly as he absorbed this changed appearance. The next his arms were flung around the half-Sephi's broad shoulders and he pulled him in take his lips and kiss him for the first time in almost a full year, purring like mad the entire time as he tested out the facial hair. Morgan tasted him, absorbed his familiar scents, sank into them in the way he'd craved so badly.

Morgan only reluctantly drew back long enough to say,
"I like it," before he dove forward again, legs binding tight around his soldier boy and the fingers not still holding the helmet clawing against the back of his armour.


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The helmet was lifted and Emryc’s tanned, bearded face gazed back at Morgan. The eyes, however, were exactly as Morgan remembered. They were even more vibrant in sharp contrast against the tan skin. He watched the golden gaze take in sight of his face before meeting his eyes again. With the helmet removed he could smell his own cologne, the scent of old, worn books and everything else that was familiar to him.

More than anything, he could smell the citrus mixed with herbaceous notes of basil and mint just as he remembered. He drew it all in, his eyes coming more alive than they had in a year. He gazed upon that vivid face he drew so many times to where an entire village would recognize Morgan as a celebrity.

Emryc felt Morgan’s lips against his own and his train of thought crashed and evaporated. The half Sephi gave into the kiss he had been desperately craving for so many nights. He pressed Morgan firmly against the wall, allowing himself that taste. He traced down those paths, he reacquainted himself with those fangs, the sounds and scents of him.

He reluctantly pulled away when Morgan did, blinking up at his prince. Emryc stared blankly for a moment when the Firrerreo spoke before he leaned in again. The half Sephi lingered there for a moment before he gently set the Firrerreo down. This was only to take off the dirty boots and leave them by the ramp doors.

Emryc casually swept up the prince again and strode through the ship, casting a quick glance at his shelves and books that were all still intact. He saw the reflection of his own smile against the glass as he walked.

The door to his quarters hissed open and he was hit with familiar scents all over again. Emryc gently set Morgan down on his bed before he began to move plates of his armor. Each piece hit the ground with a thud as he unclasped and undid different parts.

After pulling off the armorweave that covered his torso, his bulkier and tanner upper body was revealed to the Firrerreo. Emryc silently stood at the edge of the bed, almost leaning in, but he stopped himself and receded to stand again.

The half Sephi blinked for a moment, brushing a hand through his hair as he almost looked awkward. He realized he had simply shown up and taken the prince to his bed. He hadn’t asked him any questions, he hadn’t done the polite formalities, he hadn’t shared a meal. He simply showed up with his bloody boots and unkempt helmet hair. He didn't smell as great as his usual cologne. He had been entirely caught off guard by running into Morgan here. Was he being impolite? Emryc cleared his throat before picking the most diplomatic words he could think of while his mind was in a fog.

“I’d...like to make love to you right now, my prince.”

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It felt like the first inhale after tensely held breath, the first sweet taste of fresh air after so long without. All his senses registered Emryc all at once, the way his eyes lit up when they saw him, the scents of sweat and blood mixing well even without his cologne. Wonderment at the beard and bronzed skin and lengthened hair, floating in the back of his mind, dissipated into nothing like fog in the first light of morning.

Morgan smiled uncontrollably into the kiss, pushing and pulling, nibbling freely and letting out purrs and little growls. Pressed between the wall and Emryc in the half-Sephi's arms was quite comfortable for him and he looked profoundly disappointed to be let down again. He blinked and looked down as boots were moved and got to taking his own off, having completely forgotten in the flow of things. Being swept up again so easily left him laughing and raining kisses down on the man he loved, then again when he caught his favourite smile on Emryc's face.

The smells of cloth sheets and paper and incense were still notable in the half-Sephi's personal room, golden eyes looking around the area. He'd refused before to walk in himself without its owner around and being inside it again with his boyfriend sent flushing gold across patches of his skin. Even the cushion of the bed felt familiar as he was put down, golden eyes locking back to the other man and watching him remove his coverings piece by piece.

Emryc's taller, broader, more muscular form was something the prince drank in greedily, savouring every movement with impatience and anticipation. Whispers of the Force unbound and pulled away his own tunic like crimson flower petals parting, cool air brushing across bare skin and the collection of silvery brands overtop, taking his belt with it and depositing them in a pile on an edge of the bed. He felt his breath and heart quicken at seeing the man he loved like this again, grown even more since before, and he leaned in at just the same the half-Sephi did.

Then his boyfriend stopped and the Firrerreo was quite taken aback by shift in his demeanor. Emryc looked somehow sheepish and Morgan's expression quickly became even more impatient. His very politely worded request for relations was very sweet, and the prince knew it was a gesture of both respect and love, but it still resulted in a small frown, furrowed brows, and a whine of frustration.

Slender fingers came up and silently pulled the tie from his hair, rearranging the bun quickly into a low ponytail he draped meaningfully over a lithe shoulder. He sat up straight against the edge of the bed, angling his face and his body deliberately displayed before Emryc. Golds that burned with desire stared directly up into silvers, fangs baring in a confident grin even as heat flushed across his entire body. He pulled one of Emryc's large hands forward and placed it against his ponytail, his other hand hooking his hip with iron fingers to pull him forward with a very specific purring growl rumbling from his chest.


"Take me," he said with absolute fire and need, "Grab my hair, pin me down, move me as you like. Make me sing just for you."


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Emryc never took his eyes off Morgan, drinking in every detail. He knew what he had lost, and he would never squander the gift of his sight ever again. He looked at every brand that he remembered so vividly, scanned over the contours of the Firrerreo’s lean and athletic body and the shadows that accented his frame.

The half Sephi remained slightly awkward as he was met with an all too familiar whine of frustration. He had even missed that about Morgan, along with the grumpy eyes and the pouts. The corners of his lips twitched towards a smile at the sight, watching the prince flush at seeing Emryc’s changed form.

Silver gaze followed the black strands of hair that languidly fell over Morgan’s shoulder in a ponytail. He looked at the man’s face, catching that confident, fanged grin. He had drawn that very same grin on a few of his pictures. The sight sent his heart into a flurry that he hoped the sensitive ears couldn’t pick up.

Emryc remained silent as his hand was placed against Morgan’s hair and he was tugged in close. When Morgan spoke his words, it was as if an explosion erupted in his mind. The cloud and debris filled every corner of his psyche and he couldn’t see or think clearly.

He had been apart for a long time and hadn’t faced this side of the polite and proper prince in a while. The result was that his face heated up at once and there was no controlling the tinge of pink that rose to his skin. His eyes were wide and blank before he blinked a few times. He exhaled slowly before the silvers returned to their calm frost.

The prince was easily pinned back down on the bed as Emryc leaned in to kiss him. His lips then traced along Morgan’s jawline, against his collarbone and towards his chest. Emryc’s hands traveled along the body and the skin he missed so desperately. The half Sephi came up briefly to nibble along an ear, “As you wish,” The baritone rumbled.

Within moments, the half Sephi grasped onto his hair and moved him easily so the side of his face pressed into Emryc’s pillow.

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Their experience was unlike anything before and Emryc briefly pondered on the double edged effects. On one hand, he had applied the tricks he had learned from that Jedi to channel his emotional love for Morgan to him during their passions. On the other hand, Morgan would know it was a new trick he had picked up.

Their dance had been intense and raw, the walls of his room echoing with the Firrerreo's songs. Emryc didn’t hold back physically or through the Force channel where he allowed Morgan to feel the tidal wave of emotions he felt for the other man. They were emotions that ranged from his love, his carnal passions and even the pain he had felt from being apart. And the pain that came simply from desiring someone so much with every fiber of his being.

They were both coated in sweat and Morgan’s hair had come undone during the process, the long strands messily cascading around him. Emryc had shifted off and plopped onto his back, his chest rising and falling as he gazed up at the ceiling. His eyes were wide with surprise, his body and mind both reeling from the experience as he exhaled shuddered breaths. His body carried many new bites and marks that hadn't been inflicted on him in a very long time.

Emryc exhaled slowly before he turned to roll onto his side to gaze at Morgan. He propped himself up on an elbow before blinking at the other man. It had been a while since they had done this and a flicker of concern surfaced to his face. He reached a hand over to gently brush along Morgan’s cheek, his wrist sporting a new bite, “I...didn’t hurt you did I?” It was as if he were learning how to navigate the prince and their intimacy all over again.

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Much as Emryc had always taken pleasure in seeing the Firrerreo's shifts in expression and colour and sound, Morgan very much enjoyed any time the half-Sephi let out a laugh or a smile, even the most expressions. He loved these things dearly and what they meant, but one of his favourites was still the soft, subtle flush of cheeks he'd seen when he wore a particular shirt with his boyfriend's name on it.

So when he saw it paint his soldier boy's face again, a little touch of colour to tanned skin behind and around his beard, his eyes lit up twin suns and his own skin flushed deeper gold. He took in the blanked-out look, several blinks, and calming breath with both pride and joy as his boyfriend returned to his usual calm. His back met the sheets and lips met Emryc's moments later, pressed down as the other man kissed and touched wherever he liked, the Firrerreo's body curling and twisting with delight at the intimate attention from the only person who could give it.

Deep tones rumbled through his ears and down spine, his leash was taken, and his position was shifted to best suit Emryc. Morgan had missed his boyfriend dearly and it came out in the sounds that immediately escaped his lips.


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Morgan was laid there in something like a daze, an especially lazy and content smile plastered on his face as he stared up at the ceiling and caught his breath, black hair splayed out messily around him. The two of them had some vague thing forming over time, but this had been far different from that. Emryc had gone all out with the power his large and muscular form could bring, leaving bruises, bites, and deep red marks across the Firrerreo's skin and filling him with a deeply satisfying and aching soreness.

Paired with the completely unexpected bombardment of very real and passionate emotions he'd received there were large portions where he registered only such sensations as those. They mixed together with scent and sound, with heat and closeness and strength. It left him glaze-eyed and singing freely into sheets, pillows, and open air alike, and Emryc too would experience the feedback of Morgan's intense, swirling, and rapidly changing emotions and sensations.

Deep, earnest, nurtured love as powerful as an exploding star, trust as solid and ironclad as the greatest fortress, desire that ran through his muscles and veins like wildfire. Echoes of the keening, painful longing he'd held for his boyfriend while he'd been gone, and even the hints of jealous possessiveness crept in at times. All things that had joined in the simple vibrations in the air while the prince sung for Emryc.

His limbs were still shivering from the overwhelming experience, golden eyes half-lidded and feeling utterly no need whatsoever to move his body from where it was. In the moment he'd be wild and fiery but now he was really quite out of it. Morgan barely registered his boyfriend moving until a hand touched his cheek. He blinked and turned his head slowly to look at the man he loved, smile staying in place despite his brows furrowed after a moment at the flash of worry.


Soft, slender fingers shakily came up to press the half-Sephi's hand against the prince's cheek, goldens passing over one of many new bite marks from his fangs. "Only in the ways I want you to," Morgan replied in an affectionate whisper, mind slowly coming back to life. His turned to look at Emryc with a measure of concern himself, although it was less over his new marks and more something else he was trying to put the words together for. His lips pursed in concentration, finding it difficult after what he'd just experienced.

He took a slow, still shuddering breath in and then let it out after a moment, golden eyes finding silvers to look directly into. Many things had happened, been discovered, and been thought over. Morgan enjoyed this new trick of his but it was new and that sent a fresh twinge of jealousy through the prince, resulting in a soft frown.


"I want you all for myself, cheri. All of you."


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Emryc had forgotten what it felt like to be this elated. With his lost sight and leaving Morgan behind, he had lost so many parts of himself. He was picking up all those pieces. With Morgan and his ship, he was entirely complete again. The half Sephi’s eyes softened like they did during the rare moments when he smiled. He felt Morgan’s slender fingers touch against his own. His hand lingered there for a moment before he lifted it just enough to allow Morgan’s fingers to slip in between his own to interlace them.

The half Sephi gently leaned in to kiss Morgan’s fingers when he felt that twinge of a negative emotion flow through the shared thread they established during lovemaking. Visible surprise registered on his face as he looked up into burning goldens again.

Emryc stared at him silence, having heard these words from his prince before. The half Sephi’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. He didn’t release Morgan’s fingers, his mind replaying his very own words that he uttered to the Firrerreo after he arrived. Had he not told Morgan he had him? Yet this was a point the other man kept bringing up.

“Why do you believe you do not have me already?” He asked bluntly, silver gaze frosty as always, though Morgan would be able to pick out visible confusion in the subtlest ways.

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Intertwined fingers tightened against the other man's, the prince absorbing that beloved way his soldier boy looked at him. Here together really did feel like home wherever they were, even if he hadn't even addressed the subject of a home again since he'd gotten back. The clear surprise on the other man's face, followed by much more subtle searching confusion when he asked something in turn, told Morgan he'd said something that didn't communicate what he wanted. It visibly frustrated him.

Morgan wanted to sit up but even trying resulted in a wave of ache, soreness, and more shaking muscles. That wasn't happening anytime soon and he gave up after a few moments. A few more passed as he considered what to say instead, helped along by him having thought these things through in the interim while they'd been apart. Turned them over and examined them for introspection after the wild rushes of emotion, twinges he felt now just remembering them.


"I believe I have you," he affirmed first, golds looking into silvers in a way that was both affectionate and somewhat upset. "You are mine, I am yours." Morgan truly did, trusted every word Emryc had said. He took another breath, pulling their entwined hands to rest over his chest so his boyfriend could feel his heartbeat.

"Emryc. You being intimate with others, the arrangement with Malicia. I realized that-" His face flushed with mixed embarrassment and irritation at admitting this aloud to his boyfriend, pausing as he spoke. He was upset with Emryc in particular over not telling him about the marriage, but also with himself for not bringing the subject up sooner. His eyes narrowed. In hindsight he'd realized it had bothered him after a while, despite his toleration.

"I only want you to be that way with me. Do not want to share." His face tightened with mixed emotions, feeling that same echoed pang of jealousy, of the upset he'd experienced at the time. Morgan stared into Emryc's eyes with great serious as he tried to explain himself.


"Didn't know it happened until after you'd gone. Even political, without love, I do not like it."



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Emryc felt Morgan shift a bit and then ease back, and he could tell he was still uncomfortable. The half Sephi always felt pangs of guilt whenever they had an especially.. passionate session. Emryc’s eyes betrayed his concern and he almost didn’t hear half of what the other man was saying.

He felt all sorts of emotions bubbling within Morgan and his words expressed many things. Emryc patiently listened as the prince took a very long time to arrive at his point.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence, Emryc’s face blank. The half Sephi briefly thought of Malicia, but also Renfry, Tiamat and anyone else. Morgan had always known that Emryc had casual lovers, though he didn’t explicitly talk about it only because the Firrerreo turned his nose up at the concept.

Emryc blinked a few times before a grin cracked across his face. He rolled over gently on top of the other man, but didn’t put his weight on him. The half Sephi grasped both of Morgan’s hands with his, pressing them into the bed.

“Did I give it to you that good this time that you don’t want to share?” He quirked an eyebrow as he gazed down with that same lazy grin, silvers gazing into the face that still held a bit of a pout.

“You could simply have told me this from the beginning,” Emryc stated bluntly after he stopped grinning, “Consider it done.”

His tone was nonchalant as usual, giving Morgan plenty of reasons to believe he had been agonizing forever over something that barely registered for Emryc.

“Though I don’t mind when you get a little possessive and that Andraste fire comes out,” There was a glint in his eye, but Emryc actively had to temper himself. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, pushing back urges to do it all over again.

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Golden eyes watched the other man's face carefully, catching that initial concern and watching for any signs of movement or reaction to his words. He didn't really know what to expect from this sort of discussion with his boyfriend. Partly because Emryc was his first actual boyfriend and this simply had never been a problem he'd ever had to deal with before. As always the half-Sephi listened patiently, and then his face was that sort of blank neutrality that meant he was processing something.

Morgan was clearly surprised by the grin, eyes widening and blinking as Emryc moved himself gently over him and pinned his hands to the sheets. He blushed at the quip, heat running up his shoulders, neck, and into his cheeks, as much embarrassed by the casually intimate joke as him admitting he was jealous.

"It was amazing, and I never want you to stop, but it's just, um," he paused mid-sentence, lips slightly parted, as the grin faded and his boyfriend very casually informed Morgan that he could have just brought this up at any time at all. A thing he'd thought this much on and waffled over asking of him, that'd resulted in trouble and heartache.


"That easy?" Morgan mumbled sheepishly.

He felt extremely and utterly foolish about the whole thing. The nature of Emryc's easy answer made him happy at the same time, both a grumpy pout and bright smile fought for possession of his face while it nearly glowed with shameful embarrassment. Morgan struggled to find words to reply with and just stared up for a second before turning away, unable to hide his face with his hands held down.

His casual intimacy with others hadn't even big a big deal to him even if the others felt something for him. That much was beyond clear. Their feelings were something to be addressed as well, and it was something he was thinking of before Emryc spoke again. Morgan's eyes turned back to look toward him from the side, the hints of a smile curling up his lips to reveal his fang at his boyfriend's words.

"Then, I'll be sure to let it out more often," he answered playfully in spite of the consuming aches, soreness, and bruises across his body along with the heated gilding. Another attempt at properly moving quickly reminded him that he did actually need to rest first, arms still unsteady and legs really just useless at the moment.

"When you take me like that," he said quietly, eyes flicking away to the wall and then back to silver, "I like to be held after."


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Emryc was happy to have his eyes back simply to see the theatrics and nuances play out in his boyfriend. Not only did the man change colors, but a multitude of expressions shifted through his face. The half Sephi was patient through it all, watching as Morgan grumpily was lost in thought after he spoke.

He lingered above Morgan for a moment, noting how he attempted to move and then collapsed again. The Firrerreo’s limbs still trembled slightly against him. Emryc rolled off him to lay on his back, gently wrapping an arm around Morgan to tug him against his chest. The svelte Firrerreo fit even easier against his larger frame now.

Emryc lazily ran his fingers through his hair to massage against his scalp. The other arm was wrapped around Morgan’s bare torso. The half Sephi quietly exhaled, staring up at the ceiling for a moment.

“I love you,” He murmured softly before he closed his eyes. He had been avoiding closing his eyes since his sight had returned, driving himself to the point of exhaustion. He feared the darkness that came with closing his eyes and the dread of it being permanent.

But with Morgan in his arms, with that scent of citrus and everything else in between them, there was not a shred of fear in him. He had everything he cherished right here and he could close his eyes and plunge himself into darkness. He could escape to a restful sleep that had eluded him for so long. He would hold Morgan for many hours, granting his prince yet another one of his wishes.

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His trembling arms were freed and the half-Sephi moved to the side, strong arms tenderly pulling the prince in nice and close. It was familiar to Morgan in some ways but different in others. Emryc was taller and broader by a large margin than before and the Firrerreo fit even better against him, not to mention the fact the prince was worn out and sore enough to the point of being unable to even sit up properly.

Between the broad arms that encircled him so lovingly and the warm chest at his back, he felt safe, happy, and content. Immediately the gentle purring resumed and intensified as fingers combed through his mussed hair, eyelids already drooping. A little, warm laugh briefly shook his chest. It'd been so long since he felt like really laughing at all.


"I love you too, cheri," he murmured back with every ounce of affection in his heart. His fingers slowly came up to lay themselves against the man's arm that kept him where he was, closing his eyes and taking in the sound of his breathing and heartbeat against his back, the scents of sweat and other things, the shared sense of warmth. As far as Morgan was concerned this was home.

The change in his boyfriend's breathing to a soft, steady rhythm was registered just as Morgan was drifting of himself. A brilliant, tired smile plastered itself across his face and he squeezed the arm against himself, a rush of sheer joy running through him. It was only the second time this had ever happened and he had to stop himself from laughing for fear of waking up. So instead he just laid there with the man he loved and fell asleep along with him. A soft smile and gentle purring stayed with him even then.

Many hours later Morgan would find Emryc was still there. At some point the Firrerreo had turned around and tried his best to wrap himself around the other man in his sleep. Groggily he turned his head to look up at his face, leaning his cheek against a shoulder and just enjoying himself. He was hungry by now and they both needed a shower, but he still felt no desire to get up just yet, instead just enjoying this moment between them.

His soldier boy had come marching home and had, for the first time ever, stayed with him in bed throughout the night. The prince didn't feel like he couldn't be happier than he was just then, a sudden purr rumbling strongly through him. Soft lips tenderly delivered kisses to any skin that was nearby in his version of 'Good Morning.'



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For the first time in any memory he could recall, Emryc slept past dawn. When Morgan woke up, the half Sephi wasn’t off training. He was still very much asleep, his face fixed in the most peaceful expression that he could never bring forth while awake. When the Firrerreo woke up and purred, Emryc instinctively wrapped his arms tighter around the man and held him closer like an oversized teddybear. His face buried into the crook of Morgan’s neck, letting the citrus and other scents lull him into blissful comfort.

It took several moments and kisses for Emryc to realize that it was time to get up. He blinked grumpily against strands of black hair before he pulled back to stare at Morgan. His eyes lit up at once when he realized he hadn’t been dreaming. He had dreamt of this for many nights and had always woken up in darkness in that same village hut.

Emryc tilted Morgan’s face towards him and leaned in to capture his lips. He lingered there for a moment before drawing back and gently turning Morgan around so his back pressed against his chest. Emryc had to move all his hair out of the way to press his face into the back of his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around Morgan’s waist and pulled him closer, being the laziest he had ever been in his life.

“I don’t want you to cook for anyone else,” He murmured softly against Morgan’s skin out of the blue.

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Morgan smiled at the sight of the look in Emryc's eyes when he saw him there, still able to pick up on his small changes of expression. Golden eyes looked back around a much more obvious cheer, lips curling into a smile as the prince watched the man he loved wake up next to him. He'd wanted to see it for himself for so long and now that it was right in front of him he was ecstatic.

He lovingly returned the morning kiss, smiling away all the while, and then was quite easily returned to optimal cuddle position, wiggling a little to get extra comfortable and as close as humanly possible. Slender fingers came up to help pull his long hair forward over his shoulder when Emryc started moving, humming contentedly as he felt his boyfriend's whispery breaths against his shoulder.

Morgan blinked once at what the half-Sephi said, having been seriously considering the pros and cons of just laying there for most of the day.


"Consider it done," he echoed matter-of-factly, a hand laying overtop the arm around his waist. "Only for you."

Softly his hand stroked along the other man's arm, his fingers tracing the lines of muscles before they found his fingers. Morgan busied himself with playing with them, moving them around for no real reason and brushing a thumb overtop. After a little while of that he paused.

"Can you cut my hair again?"


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