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[ it's been a while since Gilgamesh had someone in his bed.

an oddly long while, all things considered--he's a creature of desires and carnal habit, and he's not afraid to go out looking for someone to pass the time with. he'd probably found a few lazy hookups among the normal population in Kaisou, all things considered, but they were fleeting and only meant to notch some small meaning on the day whiling by

he has something slightly more interesting in his web today

Sam's wiggling stirs him, light sleeper as he always was, and he looks amused at how the man looks in the dimmed neon of the love hotel room, nose pressing to the back of his neck. ]

That eager to leave me again?

[ it might be meant as a joke. it probably isn't. ]

[ ....okay he maybe should have remembered how light a sleeper gil was. in his defense, back in college, he was the heavy sleeper, the one that gil had to drag out of bed by the ankles. that'd changed in the last few years out of necessity, but

when gil speaks, he freezes, all wiggling and attempts to escape gils embrace stops.

The sentence definitely did its job: it stung, and made him stop. But it also made him want to stay. ]

...Come on now, don't be like that. That's definitely not my motive at all.

[ its whiny like sam usually is, but. theres a tinge to it. ]

I'm hungry, I was gonna go get us coffee and pancakes.

[ Gilgamesh has never slept restfully a day in his life babyyyy

he cracks open an eye as Sam stills, smirking a little against his neck at the resultant whine--the jab had gone right for the ribs and done exactly what Gil had intended it to do, and if he's a little smug about it, well. he loosens his grip and runs a hand down Sam's side, as if he's petting a startled horse, trying to soothe him ]

A man simply has to wonder, given our history.

[ he sounds deceptively mild ]

We could hit a drivethru. Get one of those terrible sausage sandwiches this country peddles as food.

I'll remind you of the number of classes I missed because I didn't want to get out of bed.

[ h h u f f ]

You know.
And even if I wasn't hungry, if I'm honest, this "bedroom in the back of your magic car" is nicer than the motel I'm currently staying at. Why would I want to leave?

[ his stomach makes a low, loud, groaning keen. hooboy. ]

Don't put down Sausage McMuffins. Those things are a staple of society. A beacon of those getting up early for work--or a savior for those who never went to bed in the first place.

Surprisingly few, given my best efforts. You're welcome, by the way.

[ he's going to die insufferably smug. so smug they'll have to put it on his tombstone. he kisses the nape of Sam's neck and shifts to sit up, stretching with a quiet pop of his neck. ]

You could stay with me in my actual home, you know. It's large enough that we could go days without seeing each other. [ he'll ask Vergil for forgiveness, rather than permission. ]

Why do you think I'm mentioning them now, despite having a long-standing tradition of pretending I don't know what food poor people eat? They're delicious little piles of grease.

[ ...he lays there for a long moment. staring at gil with a confused look on his face.

okay, he knows his hearing is just fine but he's wondering if his brain got scrambled last night as gil folded him in half because he's sure he didn't hear what he just thought he heard.
He sits up a little stiffly--putting a finger in his ear and making the motion of clearing it out as he leans in. ]

...You're inviting me to come live with you?? Just like that?? Are you-- [ crazy ] Are you okay??

I mean, the idea of living in a mansion is great, but are you. Sure?

You were an acceptable roommate in our college days. Have you picked up some sort of atrocious habit that makes you a pain to live with in your dotage?

[ he says as if it's all casual, eyes lidded as Sam leans in, brushing a kiss over his nose when he's in striking distance. ]

I have an abundance of space and it's nestled in a den of devils that've never been... particularly wowed by the Black Order's doings. You'd be well protected.

...Well, nothing different from our college days, no. Sometimes I have to store items I plan on selling but I try to keep away from the illegal stuff. For the most part.

[ he doesn't sell weed anymore.
his fingers move up to brush a thumb against the line of Gil's cheek, running it down his neck to where a small series of bruises have failed to take real hold, already healing. hm. ]

I like the idea of being protected. I'd be an idiot to turn down your offer. But I need it said, that isn't why I did this.
I'd go back to living in my halfway houses for a while if it meant proving my sincerity about this.

Whole thing.

You.

[ weed is barely illegal anymore ]

Then if you have the same amenable demeanor and interesting goings on, there's hardly a problem, is there?

[ and then Sam has to make it sincere, and Gilgamesh does nothing by halves. he leans into the hand on his face, his neck, and closes an eye as the other man moves falteringly through his thoughts, offers his sincerity on bent knee, and he just... laughs. a humming, soft thing, as if Sam's not seeing the obvious answer. ]

Samuel. [ soft, almost gentle, shifting to lay back with him, turning the full heaviness of his red-eyed gaze on the other man, like a serpent that means to pin its prey down under the weight of its presence alone. ]

If you want to make it a matter of 'fair'--of 'earning' back my trust and affection, that would logistically take years. Years of me keeping you at arms length, of punishing you for not listening to me--and it'd be years of me keeping myself closed off and alone waiting for you to 'earn' my affections again.

I've already lost fifteen years with you. What sense is there in watching you flagellate for another fifteen? What do I gain? There's no justice in an eye for an eye--only bitter retribution. It's a bad deal, Sammy.

I don't need to hang you in the past's noose or choke you with your transgression's collar. If I had my choice of things, I'd rather be your friend than your jailer, and your lover above that. Everyone will say I'm foolish and making a rash decision, but. [ a shrug. ] It's easy to tell other people to burn down their bridges when you'll never cross them.

[ it was hard to be sincere when you have the world's most self-interested joke living in your brain. it hated serious shit, but--everything about this situation was hilarious to the being, for now. Like some sort of insane sitcom-romcom that it couldn't get enough of.

It's so fortunate for him that it found it funny.
He finds himself trying to look away from Gil's eyes as the man lays out a heavy, over-affectionate truth. It's been so long since he had someone who sincerely cared about him that this is. Dizzying. startling. Wonderful? terrifying. heart-scouring. warm, hilarious--there's too many emotions and its making his head want to explode.

He finds himself curling in and hiding his face in against gil's neck as he's held.

Maybe his hunger can wait.
Maybe he can just stay here, and sink into the other a little furthur. Like a terrible barnacle. ]

I've missed hearing you call me Sammy.

[ the wetness on gil's neck is from his mouth and lips and nothing else. ]

[ and like any other god, if the Laughter tried to enforce anything resembling its will or desires over Gilgamesh, he would spite it just to do so

so he forges on in his absolutism, laying down his truth with no fear or apprehension, his heart laid bare and his words raw and unfettered. Sam seems--frozen, like a mouse caught before a viper, and Gilgamesh watches him dispassionately, letting him internally writhe, staying still when Sam finally breaks his spell to dive in against Gil.

he gives a low hum, wrapping an arm around him as he curls up, paying no mind to the wetness on his neck, lips finding the top of Sam's head and pressing an affectionate little kiss there. ]

... I've missed you. More than I've ever admitted to myself.

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