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They both laid there in a comfortable silence, just basking in the aftermath of what had taken place.
Bloodhound mindlessly ran their fingers through Fuse's dark locks. Smiling contently up at their older companion.
Walter hummed, leaning into their fingers.
Opening his eye, he gazed down at Bloodhound. Trying to burn into his mind, every inch of their bare face. The slope of their nose, each eyelash, their plush cheeks sweaty and dusted a rosie blush and every interlacing scar littered over their face.
Fuse laughed to himself, slightly lifting the body that rested on top of him.
"What's amusing you ástin mín?" Bloodhound questioned with a low sweet voice, dragging the back of their fingers over his temple.
He smiled.
"I was just thinkin'..." he paused to pull the thick pelt over their bare shoulders.
"-It was probably for the best that your Allfather allowed us to meet in our later years."
Bloodhound tilted their head in confusion. "Why do you say that?"
"We'd probably have a whole village of ankle-bitters of our own."
They gasped and pinched his arm as a warning.
He just responded with a hearty laugh, throwing his head back into the pillows.
"dónalegur maður…" Bloodhound spoke softly to his warm skin.
As his laughter died down. He took his large hands and ran them up and down their back.
"I've gotta be honest with you bird."
They gave him their full attention.
"In all my years, I dont think I've ever felt like this…belonging to something, it's new to me."
Bloodhound just listened as he continued.
"And you, my love-" he flipped them over, now hovering above Bloodhound.
"I'm so glad I was able to meet you on account of me not being able to stay in one place." He slowly leaned down, closing the distance between them.
"God bless the Apex games." He sighed against Bloodhounds lips making them chuckle.
Bloodhound brought their arms around Fuse's shoulders, holding on to him.
They stayed like this for a few more moments before Bloodhound pulled away from his lips with a wet click.
"How will I know you won't run from me?"
They teased him, giving him a mischievous grin and swiping their thumb over his bottom lip.
"Oh mercy….I'd think you'd have to kill me if you'd want me gone." He dove down and latched on to the pulse on their neck.
Bloodhound turned to the side giving him better access.
Feathering kisses down their throat stopping at their collar bone.
"I ain't goin' anywhere. Hell, at this point I'm at your beck and call…" nuzzling into the curve of their neck and shoulder.
Walter felt the rumble of their voice as they spoke.
"We are the same, I am captivated by the man that is Walter Fitzroy." Cupping the back of his head.
Walter Chuckled leaning back to be face to face with Bloodhound.
"That so?"
Bloodhound nodded, humming with a smile while brushing Fuse's hair back.
"ég elska þig…" he whispered to them for the first time in their native language.
Giving them time to process such heavy words.
"svo mikið." He added.
He watched as their eyes darted all over his facial features.
Their shock turned to pure Happiness.
"I love you too Walter." They answered, unable to hide their giddiness.