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In what was beginning to become a rare occurrence, Pagan had a day off finally. As such, he'd celebrated by not crawling out of bed until early in the afternoon, having slept in his clothes from the night before. Though, he didn't know how late in the day it was until he pulled back the blackout curtains of their bedroom and blasted himself in the face with a bright ray of sunlight, to which he'd grumbled audibly like the grump he was when he woke up first thing. Malakai was nowhere to be seen in the dark bedroom, and so he shambled his way out of the room to search for his husband groggily.[break][break]
On his journey to the kitchen and living rooms, he encountered Kerby who looked up at him longingly. Pagan quickly surmised the canine was hungry, and allowed a quick, small smirk in his direction. Stooping to pat their dalmation on the head, he chastised him audibly, his tone rumbling in his chest and tinged with sleepiness. "Huài xiǎozi, Kerb. You know dinner isn't until later." Standing once more, he tsked at the pooch, before moving on and ambling groggily into the kitchen. [break][break]
There, positioned in front of the kitchen island in all his glory stood his husband. From a first glance, he seemed to have just returned from the grocery store, if the brown paper bags were any clue. To avoid startling him, Pagan waited just until he looked in his direction. From there, he walked closer, winding his arms around the taller man and pressing his face into Malakai's shoulder. After a long moment, he pulled away to press a gently kiss to his better half's cheek. As he stepped back, he signed in ASL to the older man, "Hello darling. How was your day?" Pagan smiled, a rarity, though not where his husband was concerned. If anything, his partner was the only one who got to see those smiles.[break][break]
Watching for the response, he began simultaneously putting away some of the groceries within reach. As if on cue, Kerby padded into the room, hearing the rustle of the bags and thereby determining it was time for food. With an eyeroll at their dog and apologetic smile at Malakai, he turned and retrieved the dog food from one of the cabinets, filling the bowl and leaving Kerberos to undoubtedly make a mess Pagan would be cleaning up in about ten minutes. Turning back to his husband, he signed once more. "You've spoiled him." He grinned afterwards, both from amusement and to convey clearly that he was teasing.

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Malakai had always been a morning person. That day, though, when the sun started to turn the skies rosy outside, he didn't get up when he normally would. Page was off of work, and the only person who was more excited when that happened than the man himself was his husband. So, for a full hour Malakai lay there, holding Pagan and studying the way his pale features looked in the minuscule light that filtered in from their open bedroom door. He couldn't stay there, though. Since Page had told him of the day off to begin with, a plan had formed and he couldn't linger or it wouldn't get done. So Malakai gently rose - though there was no waking Pagan when he was like this; it was like he was in the grave - and quietly moved about his morning routine. Any time he passed through the bedroom he burned a kiss into Page's temple (twice he made unnecessary trips just to do that). Then, with Kerby leashed and his wallet in his pocket, Malakai went to their local grocery shop, just a short walk away. The place was just "trendy" enough to encourage pets inside, so Malakai did his bit of shopping with Kerby faithfully at his side and left the store with a paper bag in each arm and the Dalmatian's leash around a wrist. Once back in the house a return trip later, Malakai let Kerby loose and took a quick moment to water the herb garden on the kitchen's window sill before he forgot. He was just turning to begin unloading his purchases when he felt the vibration of impending footsteps: as familiar as his own heartbeat. Malakai's teeth flashed in a broad smile. Pagan's arms slipped around his waist and his lips played along his shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine. Malakai kept grinning and pulling items out of the paper bags while his husband nuzzled his shoulder. A kiss came next, brushed into his cheek and Malakai paused at that, closing his eyes and sighing into it. He pulled out a bundle of green onions as Page signed good morning. "Lonely," he signed back, smirking to show he was teasing. He rushed on to add more before Pagan could get too dour, though. "I bought stuff for dinner." Kerby trotted in. Page went about feeding him, and Malakai went about loving on him, squatting down to nuzzle the Dalmatian's jowl affectionately. Malakai let out a laugh at his husband's next words. "I can't help it!" he signed, the picture of innocence. "Have you seen how adorable he is?"

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Malakai looked guiltless and laughed, and that drew another smirk from Pagan who shook his head in teasing disapproval. Glancing at Kerby who, as he thought, was making a mess of his meal, he signed while he spoke to the canine. "Kerb, you're making a mess." He rolled his eyes and turned to face his husband once more, glancing at the groceries. "What are we making?" He signed, looking curiously at his partner. In a moment of cold fear he wondered if somehow he forgot some important date, immediately running through various dates, anniversaries, and birthdays in his mind while simultaneously struggling to remember what day of the week it was. When he was satisfied he hadn't forgotten anything important he visibly relaxed. [break][break]

Kerby seemed to finish with his meal and Pagan grabbed a few paper towels, stooping to clean up the remains of dog food, and then proceeded to chase after Kerby for a minute to wipe his snout, much to the amusement of his husband or so he imagined. He finally managed to corner the pooch, hiding between Malakai's legs and looking undeniably pleased with himself. With a derisive huff, he blew his dark black bangs out of his hair. Lunging forward, he managed to grab the Dalmation, wiping his snout quickly and efficiently before standing to full height and tossing the paper towel in the bin. He signed as he spoke once more, chastising their son, "See? Wasn't so bad. Go lay down Kerby, papa and I are talking." [break][break]
For once it seemed, the pooch listened, that or he was mad at Page and going to find somewhere to brood. Whatever the case, Pagan shook his head and signed, "What are we going to do with him?" He laughed lightheartedly, and leaned in once more to press a quick kiss to Malakai's temple. He moved around the island, taking a seat in one of the bar stools already pushed out slightly, and rested his chin in his hands. For a moment he just stared doe-eyed at his husband, taking in the scruff and his sparkling blue eyes, feeling the adoration that really never went away surge back into the forefront of his mind. Before he knew what hes was doing he was signing, "I love you so much."

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Malakai hesitated for a second at the question about dinner, but there was no use trying to hide it. Not only would Pagan know the second he spied half of the ingredients, but making it with him - either together, or Page just in the same room - was much more attractive a notion than keeping it a secret. "It was going to be a surprise," he signed. "You're up earlier than I expected. I thought we could make chow mein." It was the first dish that the two of them had made together shortly after they started dating. One of those recipes passed down a family's generations - in this case Page's. Not only was it delicious, but it had a very nostalgic, romanticism to it for the married couple. Malakai smirked with abandon, watching Page chase Kerby around the kitchen to clean his snout. The Dalmatian ended up nestled between Mal's legs as a last resort, and he chuckled, grinning wide. He gave a feigned look of reproach at Pagan's next question. "He's a good boy." Page leaned in when Malakai was hunched forward, trying to unwind the wire tie looped around the green onions, lips catching his temple. Mal whipped his head around at the sneak attack and shook his head in pretend disappointment, unable to completely disguise his grin. He was rinsing the onions, then, and felt eyes on him. Malakai turned to lay the vegetables out on a pre-placed square of paper towels to dry and met Page's wistful gaze across the counter. Malakai's breathing turned thin and his face and neck felt warm at the expression on his husband's face. The words he signed next spread that warmth liberally over his whole body. "More," he simply signed, mouthing the word along with it. Malakai's lips fell open the barest bit. Now instead of thin, his breath rose and fell like he couldn't get enough oxygen in his lungs. He shook his head, snapping the spell that almost drove him mad in an instant. Malakai had things to do! He couldn't spend the next few hours, twined arm and leg around Pagan, much as he might have wanted to. In a desperate effort to give either of them a fighting chance over the steamy tide filling the room, he signed, "Tea?" and reached to retrieve the kettle from its spot on the stove. It was routine and ritual that whichever of the couple wasn't prepping the water would choose what loose leaf they wanted. While Malakai waited over the running faucet, he caught some cold water on his fingertips and pressed it onto his burning neck, wrangling his self-control.

. . . It was like you were holding the world when you held him, Like yours were the arms that the whole world was in And there were no words for the way that you felt, So you opened your mouth and you started to sing . . . kore @pluto

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With a decidedly eager grin, he signed back in response to the surprise his husband had planned. "Technically it still is," He mouthed the words alongside it out of habit, giving an encouraging look to Malakai and adding, "Make that two surprises then." Page laughed lightly, knowing his heavy sleeping habits were no secret to the older man. His heart twinged with adoration, knowing why his partner had chosen that specific meal, and feeling a surge of affection that was altogether foreign to him unless Malakai was around. He internally doted on how sweet the other man was, allowing his grin to soften into a sweet, lovesick smile that only the other could draw out of him.[break][break]

Honestly if anyone ever saw Pagan outside of work when he was with his husband, no one would ever take him seriously ever again. Especially now, with eyes focused on Malakai, lips parting just slightly in awe at how one simple word could grip his very soul, and then spreading apart into a grin. The flush on his partner's neck and face didn't escape his notice, and part of him thought to go over there and encourage it more, but he remained where he was for the moment. Page found bliss in just soaking in Kore's radiance, living up to his codename in every way imaginable. "Impossible." He signed back simply, eyes crinkling at the edges with his smile as he shook his head contrarily.[break][break]
At the question of tea he simply nodded, hopping off of the stool and ambling over to the cupboard adjacent to the sink. Between the two of them, they had a lot of tea, at least enough to warrant a whole cupboard full of tea and coffee. After searching momentarily, he drew out a round box of a loose leaf hibiscus tea blend and sat it on the counter beside him. For a moment he had trouble finding the tea infusers, but as he pushed aside a box of oolong he managed to find them, dropping them alongside the hibiscus.[break][break]
As he was making a mental note to reorganize the tea cabinet, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and with a sideways glance caught Malakai pressing his fingers to his neck. He smiled fondly and inched closer to place a soft, simple kiss against his husband's neck just beside where his fingertips rested. Page was about to continue getting the infusers set up, but instead he reached up and took the other man's chin in his hand, drawing him in for a reserved yet passionately romantic kiss. As he drew back once more, he met Malakai's eyes, the look saying everything he needed it to. A barrage of 'I love you', unspoken, but obvious. With a hint of a smile, he released his hold and turned back to the tea, reaching into the adjoining cabinets to search for their favorite mugs.

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In all truth and honesty, Malakai and Pagan were at a dead and eternal tie for how much one hungered for the other. Outwardly, though, Kore seemed the more restrained and Pluto tended to taunt and lure him with smoldering looks, longing touches and blistering kisses. Malakai wasn't as immune to his husband's charms as he made it seem - and Pagan knew that, you could see it in his smug eyes whenever he pushed a button of physical longing in Malakai. He was cruel in his antics, fraying Kore's loose-knit restraint. Seeing Malakai trying to literally cool himself off at the faucet, rather than any mercy or compassion, Page's mouth played along the skin right next to where he'd splashed some cold water. Malakai's head lolled back. He gripped the edge of the sink for dear life. Kore was about to throw in the towel and start playing dirty right back, see how quickly Pluto crumbled. Or was. His husband gently, but firmly caught his chin and turned him into a kiss so lovely and packed with passion it should've been on the cover of a romance novel. Malakai was nearly undone by it, but the look that followed, overflowing with unspoken I love you's had him clawing at the countertop for support again. Then Page, like a royal ass, turned away from the moment and went back to his side of the tea preparations. Malakai glared at his back, then looked down. The kettle had been overflowing for God knew how long. He hurriedly turned off the faucet and poured out enough of the water to leave the appropriate amount inside. Malakai wiped the outside of the kettle with a towel and set it on one of the gas burners. He bit his bottom lip in concentration, going by vibration and sight rather than sound to make sure the burner lit properly. "I need to start soon," Kore signed, leaning his backside against the island of the kitchen, "but I can wait until the tea's ready." He smirked, and somehow that should-be sly expression was turned rosy and beautiful by Malakai's inherent gentleness.

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From the very top shelf, he managed to find and grab the ceramic floral mug for Malakai that Page had gotten him as a gift. He set in on the counter gently, next to the all black coffee mug that essentially had Pagan written all over it. Beside him he all but heard his husband put himself back together and turn the faucet off, and he couldn't help the smirk that played over his lips. With the loose tea measured out into the infusers, he put the box back in the cabinet and set the items aside, hearing the burner turn on to his right. [break][break]
With a glance sideways, he watched the focus play out over Kore's features, eyes lingering perhaps too long on his lips. Page turned and rested against the counter now, his back to the tea and mugs, watching his husband attentively. On Pagan, the smirk the other man threw him would've been utterly wolfish and smouldering. On Malakai, it was just too sweet, and he reflexively smiled back. Leisurely he sauntered over to stand in front of his husband. In contrast, he solemnly took hold of his wrists, trailing his fingertips against the skin before gently pulling the other man forward. [break][break]

Pagan released Kore's wrists, positioning them so that they were around his waist. He wrapped his arms around Malakai's neck and gently, to avoid disorienting him, started to sway them in a slow dance. His smile didn't waver, meeting his husband's eyes and pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. Shortly after, he rested their foreheads together as best he could with the tiny height difference. For a while he stayed like that, eyes closed and moving to an unheard melody, content to just be in the presence of the older man. [break][break]
Before long though, a piercing whistle erupted from the kettle, signifying that the water was boiled. His eyes fluttered open, looking up through long lashes with a lingering, apologetic look. Page gently released himself from the hold, moving to remove the kettle from the burner and turn the stove off. He poured the hot water into their mugs, leaving them on the counter to steep for the moment before turning back to Malakai and signing, "Tea should be done shortly. What else can I help with?"

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The smug intent practically simmered off of his husband as he prowled toward Malakai, eating up the distance separating them with taunting, torturous, feline slowness. Kore couldn't help but swallow in anticipation, and when Pagan's hands trailed down the sensitive skin on his inner wrists, he sucked a breath between his teeth and half-suppressed a shudder that shook through his skin. Page guided Malakai's hands onto his hips, and then wound his own arms around the taller man's neck. Malakai smiled, dreamy-eyed down at his husband when Page brushed a kiss on his nose. Then they braced their foreheads together and began to sway. Malakai couldn't speak on Pagan's behalf, but for him the only music he ever needed was the unique rhythm his heart struck against his ribs when his husband was involved. Malakai believed he could feel an answering, harmonic beat that Pagan's made, too. He could've stayed that way forever, but Pagan pulled away and the heartbreak on Malakai's face changed to understanding. The kettle was done. Page turned off the burner and began pouring measures of water into their cups while Malakai plucked a skillet from where it hung nearby. "You're on noodle duty," Malakai signed, matter-of-factly following Pagan's question. He turned on another burner under the skillet, drizzled some olive oil into the thing and pulled the noodles he'd bought at the store within reach for easy access. Malakai paused, brought his hand up, and ran the back of his fingers over Page's cheek lovingly, then set about mixing together the oyster sauce that was a secret recipe passed down his husband's family for generations. He made sure to stay next to Pagan while he worked, so they were close enough to trade soft caresses, stolen kisses and smoldering looks all the while. Kerby, following the aroma of the up-and-coming meal, peeked in soon, then padded over and sat at Malakai's side, leaning his dappled body against Kore's leg.

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With a quick, affirmative salute, Pagan took his place by the stove and the pan that had been stationed for him. As Malakai took his place next to him, he could nearly feel the domesticity fall into place in his chest. The soft brush of Kore's knuckles against his cheek only cemented that feeling in his chest. As a light flush rose to his face, he smiled softly at his husband as he began to work on the sauce beside him. Turning back to the pan, he began his own work, prepping the noodles in the pan laid out for him.[break][break]
Behind him he heard Kerby's nails clicked against the hardwood, and he spared a brief glance at the canine before allowing himself another smile and turning back to his work. After several stolen kisses, the noodles were fried to perfection, and he set them aside to rest for the moment. Pagan left his husband's side only for a moment to grab a separate smaller pan and began sauteing the sliced mushrooms first, adding in the bok choy after a few moments to let it wilt. As the dish finally started to come together, he mixed the oyster sauce with the noodles and added the vegetables to the mixture while Kore set on getting the bowls and silverware down. [break][break]
As the food was plated, he grabbed their teas and made a beeline for the living room rather than the dining, intent on being able to sit next to his husband comfortably rather than across from him. Just as soon as Malakai had sat down and placed his bowl on the coffee table, Pagan swept in, framing the older man's face with his hands and drawing their lips together for a kiss. Smiling without a hint of mischief, he pulled away an instant later, mouthing the words as he signed. "Thank you, my love."

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They had always worked well together. From the first moment they met, Malakai and Pagan perfectly counter-balanced the other. There was a reason they were arguably the most competent, trusted couple within Aegis. That symbiosis extended to all things, though, including mundane ones, like making dinner. Both of them tackling the task together had it done in record time and Malakai began helping his husband transfer their meal to the coffee table in their living room. Their dining table was only really used for company, or if they were having an especially romantic dinner together. Partway through the act, though, Pagan caught Malakai and braced his face tenderly with his hands, drawing him into a kiss. Kore's eyes lit up and widened at the continued surprise affections, and he grinned warmly when their mouths pulled apart. "Stop," Malakai begged, all but laughing with his plea. "I can't think straight when you're like this. And I'm hungry!" In all reality, Kore never wanted Pluto to stop smothering him in his love. But he was telling the truth. If Page kept up his romanticisms, Malakai was on the road to losing his appetite and gaining another. Malakai, still grinning, slid to sit on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table, using the former as a back rest. He stabbed his pair of chopsticks (decorated with a pattern of curling vines and budding flowers) and Page's (simple, stately black) in their respective bowls and sipped his tea, unwilling to take a bite without his husband being ready. Pagan, meanwhile, was busy waking up their smart tv and getting their screening agenda in order. Malakai wanted to ask what they were going to watch, but Page wasn't facing his way, and so wouldn't see anything he signed. So Malakai waited, one brow arched in warm curiosity.

. . . It was like you were holding the world when you held him, Like yours were the arms that the whole world was in And there were no words for the way that you felt, So you opened your mouth and you started to sing . . . kore @pluto

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