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Saint on one side of the room, Osiris on the other.
It was the perfect recipe for turning the space between into an electric love field.
The day's errands and tasks weren't difficult, but standing through a meeting with Zavala without being able to acknowledge his lover was torture. Osiris was freshly returned from whatever spacey adventure he'd been on, unable to properly greet his Titan due to the cramped schedule they both kept. The affectionate glances Osiris sent his way were noticed by more than Saint, making everyone else feel as though they were third wheeling. The meeting itself was supposed to be long, but even Zavala rushed through it as though he too was getting tired of watching the Warlock's unprovoked smirks. Even the most laid-back of consultants became awkward.
Osiris didn't even seem to be paying attention anymore, his devious, flirty stare searing into Saint. He was like a bored cat eyeing it's prey from beneath his hood. Saint stared back, because he couldn't look away, even as he was asked questions. How could he ignore such a rare expression? He loved it when Osiris looked at him like this. If he didn't know better, he'd say Osiris was drunk.
".. Saint, do the citizens share these concerns?"
Blinking furiously, Saint finally looked to Zavala. He was staring intently, waiting on an answer, and quickly, Saint scrapped together a response and tore his eyes off Osiris, "Uh.. No. I have not heard talk about it. They are happy." It was half-assed, but it was also true. Saint had not heard much negative talk, save for their small day-to-day worries.
Osiris was still eyeing him when he looked back, and it felt as though he'd never looked away in the first place. Zavala continued on with a small hum of acknowledgement and a hum before addressing the next matter with another person in the room.
All the while, Osiris' keen brown gaze shown gold in the light, a sensuality in the honesty of his stare. The way he studied Saint was gentle, yet ravaging, like he might be thinking about the EXO in a less.. Professional way. Saint could do nothing but look like a deer in headlights.
Sagira appeared over his shoulder in a small flurry of pixels and light. "He missed you a lot," She whispered, Saint catching a dull flicker in her light that signified her sincerity. She glanced at Osiris, the Warlock lifting his hand to summon his Ghost back to him.
Saint's heart ached. If Osiris missed him enough to express it, he must of really been feeling homesick. Sagira was also extremely good at reading his deadpanning, stubborn, egolord of a lover.
Saint noticed the way Osiris let his gaze land on the ground for a moment. He looked painful, and Saint had to stop himself from walking over to him and cradling him. Osiris would never forgive him if he did that. There wasn't a problem with two males being together in these times. It was much more regular than it was a while ago, thankfully, but they still had reputations. Osiris getting treated like the delicate bird he was in public would be damaging, and would likely ruin the respect others had for him.
Saint, on the other hand, was honorable, but not above himself. He understood the implications of being a warrior and having a lover, especially if that lover was someone as important as Osiris. And still.. He would selflessly sacrifice his image just to hug Osiris.
The meeting went by quickly after that, Osiris never wavering. Saint's courage and want was growing with each passing moment he stared into his lover's eyes. The world was at a stand still for them, and not even their equally-deep obsession with their demons could shake either of them. Every other pleasure paled in comparison to the feeling of knowing they belonged to one another. You could not convince either of them that the finest dining feasts, the warmest bed, the softest morning was worth a second their love.
Osiris and Saint were the first out the grand double doors, and before any of their colleagues could see, they sprinted down the hallway together like teenagers.
The pair would stop to a respectable walk anytime they crossed paths with someone, before immediately returning to their love-silly run. Their hands joined at some point, both of them laughing quietly while trying to silence the other to avoid being caught like they'd just snuck out. Joy showed in his beloved's eyes, a sight Saint had missed, and could never tire of.
Osiris grabbed Saint by the collar of his armor and yanked him into the shadows between two massive marble columns. The flag of their City fluttered above, and Osiris let himself be pulled close in return. "You're going to get us caught," He spoke breathlessly, shoving at Saint's chest plate.
The Titan grumbled something in Russian, nosing his helm to Osiris, "You are the one undressing me with your eyes!" He said sourly, but with an underlying playfulness, as he couldn't stop his smiling.
This prompted a laugh from Osiris, and seeing an opportunity, Saint dug his fingers into the Warlock's sides, making him laugh harder and swat at the EXO's hands. Saint cradled him against himself, only the sound of Osiris' laughter flooding the halls as he was relentlessly attacked with furiously probing hands in his most ticklish of areas; his sides. Saint laughed along with him, there wasn't anything funnier than Osiris loosing it.
"No! Saint!" He managed before he was interrupted with another laugh, "Saint- You're going to-!" Ruthless, the Titan cut him off again, and didn't stop until he felt Osiris weaken against him, exhausted from the strenuous activity that was laughing. Osiris' helm clunked against Saint's chest in defeat, letting out a long, tired sigh, "You win."
Triumphantly, Saint squeezed Osiris' side with a bear-paw of a hand. The Warlock winced. He'd definitely be sore later. "I've missed you too, Osiris.." He said softly after a moment of pause, lowering his head to peer down at him.
Osiris' response was to reach up and remove Saint's helmet, emotion pooling in his eyes as Saint's features refreshed his memory. He might of had to stand on the tips of his toes, holding Saint's helmet in one hand and having his fingers hooked onto his armor with another to pull him downwards, but the kiss he received was as sweet as their first had been. Prior, Saint had slid Osiris' mask out of the way, other arm tightly curled around his more slender waist.
Then the Titan grinned against him and said for his ears only, "I love you, Light of my life.." And his hand lifted to caress a thumb over his cheekbone, Osiris' hand covering his in a moment with touches just as soft.
"I know I don't say it nearly enough.. I love you too." He returned in a barren whisper, golden brown eyes fluttering open to gaze into Saint's, the warmth and life and strength in his gaze overpowering, capturing, honest.
"My Pheonix.." Rumbled Saint, dotting a peck on his forehead, "Come home. Let me spoil you,"
Osiris reminded himself, this was real. This was his reality, not a simulation or a perfect dream, not another vision, not another pathway to the future his millions of Echos relayed back to him. This was his. Saint was in his arms, and not trapped for eternity hunting for Osiris in vain. He wasn't dead. He was prospering in the safest place he could be, enjoying the life of a humble guardian among his citizens, with Osiris by his side. He felt Saint was worthy of better.
He felt guilt, happiness, and regret. But if he had never made the same mistakes, would he still be here, so undeserving? Osiris didn't know a tear was sliding down his face until Saint swiped it away with a finger and asked, voice laced with love and concern, "What's wrong, my Light..?"
Saint chose him.
Saint loved him..
"Nothing," He sniffed, a smile appearing, "I'm.. Happy to see you again.."
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