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Overthrowing a corrupt organization is no easy task, especially when it has the audacity to spread out across the world. The sentinels went out after the scattered pieces of the sun bomb, and that means fighting their way through the hunters protecting it; contrary to what Harvestman might think, their intention isn't simply to slaughter whatever mortals stand in their way.

Just because it works out like that, doesn't make it their fault. Clearly.

Necessity for stealth, and the fact that the sentinels don't really answer to any Master means that no one has much idea of where they are or what they're doing, for several days and nights. It's closing out a full week of radio silence before anyone receives word, and when that happens, it's because half of the sentinels came back.

Arashi is feeling a strange bond with Harvestman at this moment that he can honestly say he's never anticipated: the haven't-bathed-in-days, clothes-held-on-by-willpower kind of bond. His hair is a mess and his makeup is smudged and faded and he's covered in dried bloodstains, but his eyes and skin are bright from healthy feeding, and he can barely stand the thought of getting through even a short debriefing before he can get home, to a bath and his bed and Harvestman, not necessarily in that exact order.

The headquarters of the American coven has relocated fully to the subterranean labyrinth underneath New York for the time being, while they continue to scout for a safe location above ground. When Nicholas hears that Arashi is back, for as long as it takes to give him the appropriate heads up, he instructs someone to find Harvestman and let him know. Arashi beats him to that. The second his phone is returned to him (goddamn Kaleo taking no chances), he sends a characteristically succinct text.

Meet in control room so we can go the fuck home.

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Arashi tilts his head and glances at Harvestman, arching an eyebrow, silently lamenting the fact that he isn't quite close enough to bite. Gentle-like.

"Sounds like a challenge, to me."

"Good." Harvestman would prefer to quite comfortably tuck himself against Arashi, nuzzling him again. He hooks his fingers around the dogtags, tangling them against his ringed hand.

"Should I buy you a ring?" He sounds sleepy, but isn't; merely content to lay there, so close to Arashi. "I should have bought you a ring."

Arashi stretches with a hum, and turns himself a little more toward Harvestman, enough to weave his limbs around the other vampire's body. He trails his fingertips up and down Harvestman's back, leaving little kisses on whatever skin is within reach. "You bought me the tags. I like them better."

Harvestman makes a few soft appreciative noises, hands settling on the back of Arashi's neck and combing through his hair. He loves that hair, far more fiercely than he ever could have imagined, in any color or style Arashi decided on. Like his makeup, it was something Harvestman wouldn't look for in another man, so different from the men he'd been with before. But it was part of what made Arashi who he was, and he couldn't dream of it being any different.

"But how will I show the world you're mine?" It's light and teasing, almost mocking - it was a silly thing to need, a show of possession that went against his morals, however limited those were.

The affection he feels in Harvestman's touch is truly intoxicating, and though he'd have no fucking clue how to say so out loud, it means a lot to him just to feel it. That's probably what love is like for normal people, but they're sure as hell not normal, and Arashi feels attractive because Harvestman thinks he is.

It goes both ways. Arashi has always looked at Harvestman and seen the whole, never just the sum of the parts. The shape of his eyes that will always let him look young. The often-manipulated fringe of his bangs, the trace of scruff. The deceptively elegant way that his limbs fold up around himself even when he's trying to look small and unimposing, and the perfect face he makes when faced with complete bullshit.

The way he laughs when Arashi's being an asshole. The exactly right fit of their bodies when Harvestman leans against Arashi's shoulder.

Arashi sighs, and smirks down at the other, cupping his jaw and tracing those lips with his thumb. "The world's not that oblivious." It seems to him like everyone already damn well knows who he belongs to, and for the rest, he'll be glad to show them. "But if you want me to wear a ring, you fucking know I'll wear a ring."

Harvestman laughs, delighted, curling his hand around the back of Arashi's head to kiss him. "We are so fucking obvious, we probably make everyone else sick."

He shifts to meet Arashi's eyes, his smile turning thoughtful. "No, I don't really need you to wear a ring. Just having you with me is enough."

"Everyone else can fucking deal with it," Arashi answers without a hint of irony. He touches his forehead against Harvestman's, and closes his eyes after a moment, still stroking him gently and enjoying the solid presence of him. His dogtags are trapped between them, and he is aware of the ring around Harvestman's finger.

"I love you," he says, probably breaking some kind of personal record for the number of times he's said it in one night, "and I'm not letting go of you tonight until the sun rises."

"Does that mean I'll get the chance to suck your dick after all?" He sounds a little too interested for it to be a joke, although at the moment it would take too much willpower to leave the comfort of Arashi's embrace.

"Oh, like I'm depriving you." With a smirk, he rolls lazily forward to pin Harvestman down on the veranda, and proceeds to bestow numerous pornographic kisses all over his lips and face.

He'll have to do it through Harvestman's laughter, which he couldn't seem to stop, even during the onslaught of kissing. "Wait, fuck," he gasps, still trying to laugh, breathe, and kiss back at the same time. "Do you want a ceremony? Do you want anything?"

Arashi continues to kiss him between his words, mostly just to be contrary, but he does at least throw out a wholly indecisive shrug in response to the question. "A ceremony? Fuck, I don't know. Why, do you want that? Stop asking me what I want," he insists, as he slides his hands through Harvestman's hands and kisses him again, "I've got it already."

"God, no." It's difficult to talk through the constant kisses, but he's not really interested in changing that. "I just - hrmm - fine. Good. That's good."

It's Arashi's turn to laugh, nuzzling Harvestman's cheek and letting the kisses pause for long enough to do it. "Good," he says right back. One hand drops down, seeks out Harvestman's, the one with the ring. Arashi brings it up to his mouth and kisses his palm, and the sliver of metal on skin.

He's not really considering the actual people in their lives who might be annoyed if they don't have a ceremony, but he's also an asshole and wouldn't much care anyway.

It's a good thing that Harvestman finds Arashi's assholeness utterly delightful (at least, when not directed at him). He cups the side of Arashi's face and pulls him down for a kiss he has no intention of ending any time soon.

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