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“Finally.” Fane breathed.  He buttoned a series of massive insulated plastic drapes that ran from ceiling to floor closed.  

“They were happy,” Ishan mused from the centre of the private space.

“And now we’re godfathers to how many little ones?” Fane fought to sound serious, though a smile pulled at his lips.

“Three boys and two girls makes for one hell of a litter,” Ishan chuckled, motioning to his husband.

“Two sets of identical twins.  That’s gonna be a handful for them.”  He softened to the sight in front of him.  He padded over, pulled his top off, and collapsed on the blue orb next to the object of his fixation.  He set a small black case down near the pillows. Blankets tried to alleviate the hard surface. Fane burrowed under the blankets to find Ishan bare to his birthday suit beneath it, save for the matching ring. “Hello,” he whispered appreciatively.  He ran a finger down Ishan’s chest to circle his waist and pulled him close to savour a deep kiss.

“Ready to get this thing up off the ground?” Ishan whispered nervously.

“I’m leaving that part to the rest of the crew.” Fane nibbled along soft skin. “I’m going to enjoy my wedding night.”

“I feel like such an exhibitionist,” Ishan confided.

“No one can see you in here,” Fane tried to reassure.  He worked his way down Ishan’s chest, trailing fire along muscles.

“They can sure as hell hear us. That and the damn heat strips,” Ishan pointed out the sensors plastered to Fane’s skin.

“Labrat,” he muttered with feigned annoyance.  “I got you something so you can ignore the space,” Fane reached for the black case.  Ishan leaned over to get a look at the mysterious present. From within, the redhead pulled out an old mp3 player and a pair of noise canceling headphones.  “Yeller asked for them back at some point. He found them when we went looking for ammo before…” Fane trailed off. Memories of the battle were still fresh. Sleep had been better, but the terror was hard to leave behind.

Ishan reached for the player and scrolled through the music selection.  To his amusement, he found a playlist drawn up with his name as the title.  “What kind of fantasy has been playing in your head, lover?” Ishan smirked, his question not more than a gentle breath in the enclosed space.

“One where I get to watch you turn inside out,” Fane whispered back.  He pulled a bandana from his back pocket and held it up for Ishan to see. “Thoughts?” he offered.

“You’re really trying to get me hard,” Ishan smiled at the playfulness.

“That was the point, Muse,” Fane ran an appreciative finger up Ishan’s length, causing the man beneath him to shiver involuntarily.

“You’re gonna turn me into such a pillow princess,” Ishan quipped.

“I’m not hearing much of a protest in your voice,” Fane leaned forward and tied the bandana around Ishan’s eyes.  Ishan adjusted the fit before running his hands along Fane’s chest. A smile spread across his lips with anticipation.  “Now lay back and let me have my fun.” Fane checked the noise level before he carefully sized the headphones around Ishan’s ears and pressed play.

“You’re enjoying yourself,” Ishan whispered.  Fane kissed him over the comment. His husband went pliant beneath him, spreading himself wide for Fane’s adoration.  The orb beneath them hummed, casting the space in a gyrating sea of swirling blues. Fane ignored the call of warphole initiated as he explored Ishan’s body to the fullest.  “I found happiness,” Fane confided, the red bands around his arms glowing beneath the blankets.

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