It was so boisterous at the bar, it’s walls jam-packed with drunks and men shooting their shot with people far above their league. From a glance, the drunkard Kassian held in his own unsteady arms seemingly the former as Sian’s head drooped according to gravity. In complete fairness though, half of the party the two had come with were reduced to drunken stupors- only one enigmatic man of who’s name Kassian is unable to recall at the moment wasn’t carrying someone.

With great effort akin to herding cats, the hardly sober group worked their way outside to the parking lot. The amount of bar parking lots Kassian had spent his life in up to this point was slim, seeming to grow exponentially the longer he associated with this group. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that, instead shifting his stance to hold Sian’s dead weight. Walking a bit ahead of the group with it’s smallest (and biggest lightweight) in his arms, Aile does a head count of the group. A task made a bit harder by the quiet Tomo fussing with his partner’s hands as he speaks.

“One, two, three, four- ‘ive, six, seven. Okay! Everyone made it out alive!” Aile’s eyes flicker to his brother’s limp form, briefly wondering if he’d have to amend that statement. At least nothing was caught on fire this time! Still holding his partner, Aile turns briefly to look across the street. There’s a hotel there, leaving Aile to internally debate if teleporting with a passenger while half drunk or if wandering across the busy street to the hotel was the more perilous path. “We should probably get these guys in bed sooner than later- right?” Aile said, musing to himself more than anything.

At the start of Aile’s headcount, Kassian wasn’t paying attention. A minor gesture that in the moment seemed trivial compared to the enjoyment Kassian’s drunk self was finding in admiring Sian’s relaxed features. He was quite handsome like this, the large boisterous smile Sian wears ever-present leaving the quiet moments like these.... Nice. It’s only after a moment’s pause that Kassian seems to regain his ability to hear. Something about a ‘bed’.

Ah. Well. He can do that.

With nary a goodbye Kassian and the lumbering drunk in his arms disappeared into thin air. As Aile turned around, his eyes settled kn the space his brother should be only to find it empty. Adrenaline rises through his system as Aile gives out an indignant huff as he whips out his phone to spam call his brothers ‘kidnapper’... only to be sent to voicemail again and again by virtue of it running out of battery long ago. It took everything in Aile not to burst at the seams at the audacity! He had half a mind to search for them himself before his own personal drunk in his arms shifted his weight, reminding Aile of the responsibility he had to the rest of the group. He took a deep breath. He can ream them out in the morning.

Meanwhile, just as instantaneously as they vanished the drunken pair reappears somewhere new. Well, not entirely new to Kassian. An exquisite room light up by moonlight filtering through the curtains, the gifted golds and jewels on the vanity reflecting the moonlight around. The room was

large, especially for one person, especially considering said person uses it more as a glorified storage room rather than a home but that would change tonight. Minding the furniture, Kassian drunkly waddles himself and Sian over to the large canopy bed, meaning to gently set the other man down. Rather, what occurs is Sian being dropped into the pillows with little coordination. Kassian squints, as if he wasn’t the cause of such a rough tuck in before mumbling something unintelligible to himself. With moonlight as his only guide, the tipsy Kassian clamors over Sian’s still unconscious form as he settles into the other man’s side.

He’s warm...

The simple observation held true as Kassian wrapped an arm around Sian’s, his hand intertwining with the weight of Protection’s unconscious touch. Two sets of deep breaths filled the room with soft noise as Kassian peered up from Sian’s shoulder to admire the other’s face. It was calm in a way he hardly saw, smile lines finally visible in his unconscious stupor. Glacial eyes with it’s frost’s bite melted away peer up as Kassian continues to observe his... friend? Partner? Lover? They didn’t have a label, and it didn’t seem as important in that moment as counting Sian’s lashes.

A soft hand comes up, skin purposefully blocked by a set of black gloves. In a motion fluid only from practice rather than sobriety, Hedonism bites the glove off moving his hand to feel at his unconscious lover’s face. A thumb traces over a scar on the corner of Sian’s mouth, the hand’s owner making a mental note (that he’ll forget just as quickly) to ask how he got it in first place. It’s Kassian’s first time feeling the scar with anything but his lips during misguided attempts at attention during... heated moments.

The extra blush added to Kassian’s flush quickly dissipates however as his hand accidentally brushes over some late-night stubble. Hedonism’s whole body bristles at the sudden abrasive texture. Everytime Sian’s stubble could be felt during what should have been soft moments turned into sudden unwarranted tickle sessions comes to mind. Really, Sian’s moods seemed to switch on a dime, far too fast for Kassian to keep up with most days. But it was... admittedly... entertaining. Perhaps that’s why he tolerated it. Or maybe because Sian’s such a stubborn ass that Kassian would have no choice but to learn to tolerate his presence one way or another. The thought makes Kassian giggle into the empty room.

“My..... ‘ave I ever had a choice sense you, you lot stumbled in my life?”

The tone is teasing, as if unable to entertain the idea that Kassian doesn’t like his current life. Although you’d be pressed to get him to admit it on a good day. The hand touching Sian’s cheek glows a little in the low light, a subconscious expression of drunken power that leaves the slumbering man with a small smile on his lips- his dreams suddenly turning for the better from Kassian’s touch.

The smile warms Kassian as he silently echos with one of his own. Without thinking of appearance or repercussions or how stupidly smug Sian’s face will be in the morning Kassian adjusts how he lays in bed. He moves up a bit, going to hold Sian’s head against his chest as Hedonism sleepily plays with his... his... his Sian’s red hair. Each touch brings a new set of good dreams as Kassian’s heart beats out a lullaby for his tired Sian.

The moment is serene and beautiful. Its quiet tenderness drifting the two off to sleep. A moment for only them to share.

...Until the morning, as Sian’s phone noisily rings with frantic calls from his little brother asking where the hell he went last night.