Drape Me in Your Warmth (Closed)

[Caleb Voclain]

Caleb stepped out of the communal shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. He could have gone back to his apartment but the thought of putting his clothes on a sweaty body was not appealing right now. The showers were attached to the locker room which anyone could use, regardless of gender. Caleb had long since become numb to getting changed in front of teammates and thus didn't bat an eye when he noticed Kieran - in fact, he'd insisted Kieran relax and get cleaned up after the mission. After all, the other man had earned it. "You did well today," he said over his shoulder, stopping by his own locker and opening it up. He let the towel unfold and quickly started getting dressed. By the time he was zipping up his pants, he found a bench to sit on, laying his jacket down on it and pulling his shirt over his head. He eyed Kieran as he started lacing his shoes up. He remembered the feeling of that rope around his neck, how it had stopped Kieran and the other man had done what he'd had to in order to try to save him. His hand absentmindedly brushed his fingers against where the rope had been. "Thank you," he said, voice soft, sincere. "I... I honestly don't know if Thorn would have gone through with his threat. I - Thank you." His cheeks felt hot. As a field leader, he wasn't used to being the one that needed rescuing. "Not really used to being the damsel in distress," he admitted with an awkward shrug. He put on a grin, hoping to seem less awkward and lighten the mood a bit. "Is this the part where I kiss my knight in shining armor?" He lightly laughed but the blush still painted on his cheeks most likely gave away the fact that he very much thought Kieran was attractive.

... no more heroes left to save you, just the keepers of the bleeding sun. when the sky around us fell, we descended into hell, into kingdom come ... quickshot @kieranhuang outfit 317 words -gestures to Caleb in a towel- You're welcome.

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Kieran sat on the bench in the locker room, his back hunched over and his head resting heavily in his hands. He stared at the floor for a long time, unblinking. The failure on his end today was eating away at him. The Huang family didn't do failure. It was something he learned simply not to do. Sure, they got what they initially went in for but he had been the one in charge of planting the devices. He had been the one to look at Caleb with such confidence to get the job done only to blow it. He should've tried harder to come up with some clever crazy scheme like a protagonist in a movie would be able to pull off. Incapacitate the enemies while simultaneously saving his partner and to be able to go about their business like intended. Ironically, he wanted to be the hero in this scenario. Caleb's hero. A frown tugged at the corner of his lips and he was left to replay the moment over and over again in his head. His mind rewinding and starting it over again in all of the different ways it could've gone. He should've just left and did what he was assigned to do. It's not like he remembered who Caleb was before today and wouldn't remember when he opened his eyes tomorrow. Sure, he'd have a journal detailing the man but it wasn't the same. He let out a hefty sigh and pushed himself up and off the bench. Within two steps he was at his locker. He let the towel fall down and crumple into a heap on the floor, having taken a shower himself recently. Sliding into his sweatpants, he stood shirtless when Caleb entered the room, steam from the shower rolling in after him. Snatching his towel off of the floor, he threw it around his shoulders while he dug into his locker, retrieving a comb and deodorant.

Kieran almost didn't hear Caleb's passing comment. Too engrossed in styling his wet hair. He shot a look over his shoulder, subtly drinking in the handsome man before him. Yet, it would always be weird for him. To Kieran, it was as if he just met him during the debriefing this morning. So many other versions of Kieran probably found the man to be handsome, he assumed that was only universal across each new day;s Kieran. So many different versions probably tried their hand at flirting but it was an interaction come tomorrow that would be gone. Yet another fleeting memory. What memories did Caleb have of Kieran that he wasn't aware of? Were they close? He normally didn't get hung up on it. Things had been like this for a few years now. Perhaps it was the day's failures that bred his melancholic attitude.

Kieran only nodded gently in response to Caleb praising him for a job well done. It was through the corner of his eye that he watched Caleb reach for the very spot that the rope had held him tightly, as if the ghost of it was something more and still gripping him, threatening to snuff out the life from his eyes. He looked on, observing before turning back to the tiny magnetic mirror he had placed on the door of his locker and continued to brush out his thick dark brown hair. Tossing his comb back into his locker, he was about to reach for his shirt when Caleb thanked him, rather sincerely at that. It surprised him so much that he stood there frozen in time for a minute. His voice was soft and not the usual tone Kieran was used to hearing out of his field leader. Kieran turned to face him, a hand holding the door to his locker as if it was supporting him and holding him up. Like the shock of his leader expressing gratitude was so off that he was about to keel over. Brown eyes narrowed, but looked on with a tender gaze, "You're welcome," he replied. It was obvious he was studying Caleb's face and he made no show of concealing it. He often forgot that the older Cabal agent wasn't as invulnerable as he appeared to be. Kieran's blank face grew into a knowing, near devilish look as he watched in amusement as the heat crept onto his leader's face.

"Tsk.. how cute," he cooed in Mandarin, taking steps towards Caleb. His movements were slow and methodically, akin to a hunter stalking its pray. Not one did his eyes wander. He was thoroughly enjoying this. He quite liked seeing the other man squirm, even just the tiniest bit. He was curious how far he could push it. See just how nervous he might get. The gap between them rapidly closed in Kieran's pursuit. Caleb was already close to a locker, making Kieran's game plan an easy one to achieve. In just a matter of seconds Kieran was practically on top of him, heat radiating off his body. It was with some force that he pushed him up against the locker, only to further trap him by planting his hands on either side of Caleb. He'd have to duck to get away from him. The two were the same height, their eyes meeting one another on the same level as Kieran looked at him with a fierce look adorning his features. His eyes hovered from Caleb's own down to his lips and back up again only to repeat the process once more. He peered at him, searching. Some indication that he wanted it or if he was just pulling on his leg. Perhaps it was a mere inside joke he and a different Kieran had. Kieran leaned in, his lips a mere few inches away from Caleb's, his eyes barely open. Water from his wet head dripped down onto his bare chest.

"You tell me... is this the part, Voclain?" he asked breathlessly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. 

Caleb Voclain

[Caleb Voclain]

Caleb noted the surprise on Kieran's face when he thanked him. He couldn't help wondering if it was because Kieran wasn't used to being thanked in general or if he had somehow left the impression that he wasn't the type to thank someone. He wasn't sure which reason he hoped for more - neither were the best option. Even if he wasn't looking at the younger man - which he was - he could still feel his eyes on him. There was something about the way he was being watched that made him feel studied, almost admired. He fiddled with finishing up lacing his shoes, face still embarrassingly hot. The next thing he knew, he'd stood up just in time to get pinned against a locker. He'd heard what Kieran had said just prior, knew enough to recognize it was Mandarin, but didn't personally speak the language. The tone told him it was most likely affectionate. He noted the way Kieran's hands trapped him where he stood. If he wanted to get out, he'd have to duck under his arms. But that was if he wanted to get out. Caleb's eyes couldn't help running over Kieran, noting the way drops of water rolled down his bare skin, the way he could feel his breath on his own skin. His gaze drifted to his lips then up to his eyes. They were so close. He only needed to lean forward a little and their lips would meet. He had nothing against hooking up, though he'd never done so with a colleague before. He was actually thinking over all the things that could go wrong - the awkwardness that this could lead to - when Kieran spoke again. Fuck. He felt all his hesitation fly away like a bird. He reached up, cupping Kieran's face with his hands and using that gently yet firm grasp to pull him forward those few inches. Once their lips met, his hands slid down, one resting on Kieran's shoulder, the other pressing his palm against the younger man's torso. Caleb had admittedly noticed the younger man from day one. To say he found him attractive would have been an understatement, but he'd had no clue whether that attractiveness would be reciprocated in any amount, large or small. He didn't know what Kieran wanted from him but he was perfectly fine waiting to find out. Right now all he could focus on was the lack of distance between them, remaining against the locker but also making a point to make sure his body pressed up against Kieran's in all the right ways.

... no more heroes left to save you, just the keepers of the bleeding sun. when the sky around us fell, we descended into hell, into kingdom come ... quickshot @kieranhuang outfit 430 words Let me know if you need more! ❤

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Kieran smirked knowingly as he watched Caleb's eyes dance around his body and his eyes shimmered mischievously when Caleb's eyes grazed his lips longingly before meeting Kieran's own. The young Cabal member had always been interested in his superior. He only knew this to be true because his notes detailing Caleb all had to do with many entries of having thoughts of pinning him to a wall like this very moment after a training or sparring session. He had a thing for people seemingly out of his league, or in higher position than him. Caleb was just that. A beautiful, shimmering forbidden fruit that had been taunting him for way too long. One that he was dying to take a bite of.

Kieran wasn't the least bit shocked when Caleb's hands were suddenly cupping his face. The tension in the air was thick between them that he could tangibly feel it. He didn't fight it at all when the other man brought their lips together. Kieran's hands were just as quick to move into position as Caleb's were. They left their post on the wall and lightly snaked down Caleb's sides, yearning to touch the skin underneath his clothes. They came to a stop at his hips, before sliding up the hem of his shirt and held his sides firmly, living for the warmth of his skin on his fingertips. His kisses were passionate and hungry. Like he'd been starving and Caleb was the only one who could save him. Kieran broke from Caleb's lips, only to plant a trail of kisses down his neck, simultaneously getting ready to tug off his shirt. He stepped back for a moment, his breathing labored as he took in Caleb's physique while he threw the man's shirt on the floor next to them. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Caleb's body, but it was the first time he felt allowed to openly admire it in all of its glory. He shook his head in disbelief while biting his lip before he allowed himself to crash back into him. Scooping the other man in his arms, all without failing to break their kiss, he carried him towards the showers.

Caleb Voclain

[Caleb Voclain]

He shivered when he felt Kieran's fingertips against his skin. The kiss was deepened and a moan escaped against the younger man's lips. It wasn't that he hadn't expected kissing Kieran to feel so good, it was that good felt like an understatement. When the kiss broke, he found himself trailing after Kieran's lips, wanting that contact again. But then the attention was moved to his neck and he lifted his chin to expose more of it. He pressed forward with his hips, rubbing up against Kieran as his fingers tangled themselves in his hair. Kieran stepped back then and Caleb was left leaning back against the lockers, breath labored, chest rising and falling with each huff. He lifted his back away from the lockers enough to make it easier to get his own shirt off. He basked in the attention Kieran gave him, reveling in it more than anyone else's he'd ever received. He wasn't sure why - He'd never enjoyed having someone's eyes on him, so hungry, so longing, as much as he enjoyed Kieran's gaze on him. He couldn't help grinning at the attention. The next thing he knew he was in Kieran's arms, which he hadn't expected at all. A small startled noise escaped before he managed to quickly adjust, wrapping his legs around the younger man's waist and arms around his neck. He'd known Kieran was fit, strong, capable - among many other things - but it was one thing to know that and then see it in practice. He found in that moment he didn't really want to leave Kieran's arms as he was carried off. - - - - - Caleb's head rolled back against the shower wall, chest heaving, his mind still blurred, fogged with the pure pleasure he'd just experienced. The memory of Kieran's hands, his mouth, his body on him was still fresh in his mind and on his muscles. He was both surprised and grateful that no one had walked in on them. "That was," he said, only pausing to take in more air for his lungs, "Fun." He was pretty sure he was grinning like a goof. He wasn't sure what this would lead to - He didn't know what Kieran wanted from him nor what he wanted from the other man. He liked to think he'd be fine if Kieran wanted to do this again and keep it casual but he also wasn't sure if life would decide to prove him wrong. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Kieran's lips. "There," he said softly, his grin turning into a warm smile. "I kissed my knight." He let out a light chuckle. "Though don't think I'll make needing rescuing a habit. I don't think my pride would handle that well." He was partially joking, of course. If Kieran saving his ass again meant they got to do that again, he might have very well been willing to throw himself in danger.

... all my heroes have now become ghosts. sold their sorrows to the ones who paid the most ... quickshot @kieranhuang outfit 486 words Lemme know if you need more! ❤

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