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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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"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."

[fuckvampires]

"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.

[stormbelow]

"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.

[fuckvampires]

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?"

[stormbelow]

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."

[fuckvampires]

"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."

[stormbelow]

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.

[fuckvampires]

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.