Work Text:
Nikos had wandered off from his group a while ago, mainly just wanting time to think, to categorize what he knew about everyone so far and to plan. He had ended up at the top of a cliff (could he even call it a cliff? It really was more of a ledge if anything) and, gazing down, he could see the white-haired champion of Aeolus fighting off what must’ve been a dozen or so monsters. He masterfully used his gusts of wind to catapult over zombies, knock skeletons’ arrows off course, or jump back just before a creeper’s explosion. And the way he was able to slay almost the entire hoard in barely a blink of an eye… He really was a marvel.
Nikos took out his lightning bolt and aimed below, close enough to Scott so he’d surely make an entrance but far enough that he could make it look accidental, like he wasn’t going there purely to talk to him. After shaking off the scent of ozone and the tingly feeling left over from using his gods power, Nikos noticed a change in Scott’s position. The other champion had been backed against the rapidly climbing slope up the mountain by a skeleton.
Before his brain could properly turn over this difference in manner, his body had launched into action. Nikos ran up and stabbed the skeleton in the shoulder, disconnecting the meagre joints there and causing the skeleton to drop its weapon. With another easy swipe, it was reduced to nothing more than a pile of bones and a bow with a warped and half-rotted base. He turned to Aeolus’ champion, “you okay there?”
Now that his brain was no longer needed for combat, it started to stew over the other man’s behaviour. Strange how, less than a second ago, he had taken on a whole mob of creatures and now couldn’t even deal with a measly skeleton.
Scott put a hand on Nikos’ arm, gently massaging his bicep, “oh I’m doing wonderfully now that you’re here. How are you doing, this fine night~?” The pieces of Scott’s plan clicked in the back of Nikos’ mind but he ignored it momentarily to enjoy the warmth of pride he got from knowing (falsely believing, really) that he had been necessary to keep the very pretty man in front of him from harm.
“Well,” Nikos responded, slightly flexing his bicep and feeling another small rush at the way Scott’s eyebrows raised almost imperceptibly in response, “I was looking around for a pretty view to set up camp near. Seems like I have been pretty successful, haven’t I?”
“Are you flirting with me, Nikos Legundo?” Scott teased gently, moving his hand from Nikos’ arm to pat him two times on the cheek.
Zeus’ champion gently put his hand above Scott’s and turned it slightly, kissing his wrist while maintaining eye contact. He savoured the rose pink flush that rose on Scott’s cheeks and said, his voice just above a whisper, “and what if I am, Scott Antonis Mattheos Pagona Pavlos III?”
The other man chuckled and stepped closer, invading his space (although you wouldn’t hear him complaining at all), “you tell me, handsome. What next?” Nikos felt electricity travel down his spine, this time not due to any magic other than the magic of the moment. Nikos let his eyes drift down to Scott’s lips for a second, earning him a chuckle.
“Take me out to dinner first, then we’ll see,” he said in response to Nikos’ unverbalized question. He just nodded in response, the words escaping him.