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He knew that they could give up the charade now. Nobody else from the Familiar Fight Club had gotten on this train, and so, logically, he should put Guillermo down and let him stop pretending to be dead. Especially now that humans had started boarding the train and were giving them weird looks.
But the feeling of his weight in Nandor's arms, his heartbeat thumping warmly against Nandor's cold chest, was too sweet to give up just yet. Surely it wouldn't hurt to just... not mention that the danger had passed? Savor the moment a little longer? After 13 years of companionship, 13 years of denying himself intimacy with this man, surely he deserved this.
He had carried Guillermo out of the Night Market like a bride on their wedding day, one arm under his knees and the other cradling his back. Now that he'd sat down on the train, their positions had shifted so that Guillermo sat a little more upright, his chest pressed to Nandor's, head resting against Nandor's shoulder, arms still limp where they fell. How Nandor wished that those arms would wrap around his waist.
He never wished things like that about Marwa.
On some level, he knew it was wrong of him to wish it. After all, it was he himself who had denied every attempt Guillermo had made in the past. What a stupid, stupid vampire he'd been! He would be lucky to know the feeling of being embraced by his friend, his closest companion of 13 years, his fucking guy.
Just then, the train shook as they rounded a corner, causing them to jostle in their seat for a few moments. When the turbulence subsided, he noticed that Guillermo's arms had shifted. While still mostly limp, they had moved to encircle his body under cover of his cloak.
What a happy coincidence, the train turbulence moving Guillermo's arms just so! It was almost as if he'd summoned the Djinn and made his wish for real! But of course, he had not done that, because both of his arms were around Guillermo, and he had not wanted to remove one of them to retrieve the lamp from his pocket.
Instead, he would savor this moment, which he had not needed to wish for at all, for as long as it lasted.
Eventually, the train came to a stop. They departed the train in the same manner as they'd entered it, Guillermo borne in his master's arms over the threshold. The whole flight home, Nandor expected him to open his eyes and break the spell, but miraculously, he didn't.
When they reached home and were safely inside, Nandor knew he could no longer keep up the pretense, but Guillermo still didn't move to stand. Instead, Nandor heard a soft snoring emanating from the man.
"All that fighting tired you out, didn't it, my fearsome warrior?" He whispered softly, so as not to wake him. "Not to worry."
Ducking through the curtain into Guillermo's room, he was struck by the smallness of the space. After 13 years, how had he not realized that Guillermo deserved so much more than what Nandor had given? In more ways than one, he was sure. "Tomorrow I will help you move into a bigger room," he murmured as he lay Guillermo gently down on the bed. "You deserve a palace, but I do not have one of those right now." Perhaps he could wish for one. Now there was an idea!
As he pulled the blanket over Guillermo's sleeping frame and tucked him in, he was overcome by an overwhelming urge to kiss the man. He glanced down at his traitorous dick, which was almost certainly the culprit given the wicked trick the Djinn had pulled on him (and which he had not yet wished to reverse for... reasons), but found himself less aroused than expected. Yes, he'd gotten a little bit hard on the train. Who wouldn't, having such a fine, round ass in their lap, rubbing against them with every motion of the train? But that had long since flagged in the cool air of the flight home.
And if it wasn't his cursed penis causing this desire...
No. Nandor refused to consider it. He couldn't! He was engaged to be married to Marwa. She was his perfect bride, especially after the alterations he and the Djinn had made.
But then, Marwa had never evoked such emotion in him. No amount of wishes could replicate the feeling he was experiencing right now.
And so, he made a decision. Knowing that his Guillermo was asleep instilled within him a boldness he would not otherwise have had. Slowly, Nandor leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the sleeping man's lips. In the darkness, he did not see the blush that rose to Guillermo's cheeks, and engrossed as he was in his own thoughts, he did not hear the hitch in Guillermo's breath.
"Sleep well, my morningstar," he whispered as he rose.
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As Nandor's footsteps tracked out of his room and up the stairs, Guillermo let out a deep, shuddering breath. He reached a hand up to touch the spot where Nandor's lips had been just a few moments earlier, his heart racing so fast it was a miracle that Nandor hadn't heard it.
Fuck.
Tomorrow, they'd need to have a talk.