i will sail to the far shore

[magato]

[ Los Angeles is a city of easy prey, and that's nice, when he's not feeling up to a chase or trying to find new ways of getting close to Naoto. Not only that, it's where Heine lives.

At first he really thought the guy was fucking his beloved "sister". Continued denials and his own sniffing around have put that thought to rest, and then brought to light a new fact: Heine's pretty easy, too. It probably helps that he knows Magato has no interest in fame or fortune for himself. All Magato really wants is the fucking around—in all meanings of the phrase.

Speaking of fucking around, there's that one guy walking into the bar... Eames, if he remembers correctly. Sorta famous, sorta not, whatever. He definitely has a thing for Snowflake.

So of course Magato turns from where he's sitting at the bar and raises one hand in a lazy wave, fingers curling toward his palm. ]

Fancy seeing you tonight. You come here often?

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[embellishing]

[It was strange to see Heine looking so stand offish after what had just transpired, but Eames supposed they had never had issues with physical intimacy. The other sort however, was different territory.

So when he stepped into the shower, he blew a raspberry affectionately into the back of Heine's neck, one hand lazily in his waist.]

I can practically feel you thinking. What are you so solemn about now?

[canicide]

[ Damn Eames for knowing him well enough to know when he's thinking about something else. Heine remains quiet, only squirming slightly at the wet sound of Eames' mouth on his neck. ]

Nothing. [ He tilts himself back, leaning into Eames. ]

[embellishing]

You're a poor liar.

[But he wouldn't press for now, instead, content to bury his face into Heine's hair.]

[canicide]

You would know.

[ Heine does deliver that statement with a slight lilt of a tease, though, head tilted down as he washes himself with more soap and water.

It takes some more time in the shower for Heine to say anything else. But he does, saying, ] So what are we supposed to be now?

[embellishing]

[Instead of pressing, Eames let Heine work through his thoughts, whistling slightly as he started to clean himself off, already feeling a bit sore and tender.

The question was a surprise, in that Heine would feel comfortable enough to ask it so soon. He had expected it in text form, if he was going to be honest.]

What we've always danced around? Boyfriends sounds a bit silly, but I'm all ears for a better label.

[canicide]

[ After a moment of further consideration, Heine offers, ] Partners.

[ And he remembers to tack on, ] Not in crime.

good to wrap up here???

[embellishing]

Why bother adding that when we both know it could still apply?

[Still, it could be worse, and he pressed a kiss into Heine's hair, grinning.]

Partners, then.

(y)

[canicide]

Yeah, yeah.

[ With a small eye roll, Heine lets Eames hold him, kiss him, and holds him in return. ]