Druig and Soro were dragged from the warm cocoon of the cabin on the morning of the second day since he had arrived. They had spent most of the day before naked and tangled within the pale blue sheets of Druig's bed as the blue eyed eternal spent hours apologising to his husband. Words of love and declarations of devotion spoken against skin and whispered between gasps of air. Soro had just been glad to feel his husband's hands on him again, after five hundred years of being so alone. Though, the way Druig was apologising felt so damn good that he might keep up the anger for a bit longer just to bask in the worship for a bit longer. Druig's eyes sparkled with such tenderness and love that he was definitely enjoying making it up to Soro as the long haired male was at receiving it. Unfortunately, their time in that nest was finite and on the second morn they were forced to rise and become presentable to the public again.
They had shared a shower, Druig running his fingers through Soro's hair s he washed it, nails scratching soothingly against his scalp. (Soro had missed that. He had missed everything). After, they had dressed. Soro in a slightly too big black sleeveless vest, Druig being broader around the shoulders despite their similar heights and Soro's great strength, but the trousers fit. Druig wove the majority of his hair into a braid along his head, the shorter strands slipping out to brush his cheekbones as Soro smiled at him. "I don't want to go out there", Druig whined as he tied the braid off and wrapped his arms around Soro's neck.
The other man laughed at the childlike complaint. "I doubt you'd want the others to arrive and find us naked". It had been two days. Kingo's private jet had landed last night and thanks to a text from Sersi, he had a rough estimate of them they were due to arrive. The other eternal texting him to meet them there.
"Don't worry", he leaned back into Druig, feeling the other making a nonverbal grumbling noise in his throat. "We have a while together yet. Let's deal with this first". He pressed a kiss to a sharp cheekbone and lingered there for a second, nose pressed to warm skin before pulling away. "You can show me the village". Rising in a fluid movement, he held out a hand to Druig and pulled him up from the bed.
"No like much has changed in the last year", the blue eyed man huffed, hand still interlocked with Soro's. Having gone so long without each other, it felt like they needed to be touching all the time now. It would pass, as it did after their wedding, but it would never go away and instead reduce to a simmer. But for now, it was intense.
Druig walked Soro around the small village as the morning sun rose into midday. It wasn't a big place, maybe about eight hundred people lived there at a stretch. They had their own store, blacksmiths, and a little dock on the river where they traded with other communities. The people Druig had taken five hundred years ago, Aztec and Spanish invader both, their descendants lived peacefully here. Some had left over the years while some had stayed. Soro had of course seen parts of it over the years during his games of hide and seek with Druig every anniversary, however it was nice to listen to Druig's stories. The man obviously cared for his community and it brought about a warmth to him that had been lacking. Soro listened and realised how much Ajak's forbiddance of interfering in human affairs had smothered Druig. The man had too much love to give.
Soro stopped as they reached the top of the village. Here the trees were lined with bridges between the branches and the houses were spread out more than they were by the river bank. Druig paused, turning to look at him with curiosity for the sudden halt. His confusion was met with met with a kiss. Soro leant in and kissed his husband with every little tiny bit of the sheer love and warmth he was feeling towards him in that moment. It was too much that it felt like it was overflowing. Deuig's hands squeezed at his waist as he cupped the blue eyed's face. "What was that for?" The murmur as they parted for air was amused and slightly stunned.
"I love you", Soro stated in explanation. "I love how you care. I am sorry I let that get smothered. I promise that I won't stand by and let any part of you get frowned again".
Druig inhaled deeply, eyes still closed. He blinked the, open and Soro was thankful for his glasses so he could see the colour darken. "You're killing me here". It was half sworn, half groaned.
Soro smirked and let go of his husband. He would have stepped back if it weren't for the hands holding fast on his waist. "Shall we continue the tour?" He asked.
"Fuck the tour", Druig scowled as he began tugging the slimmer male towards the nearest building. Soro laughed, running with him as they climbed up the steps and his hands pulled against painted wood of a door. Druig pulling the double doors shut behind them as Soro took a quick glance around the room. It was a small hall with benches and a table at it's head. A tree was growing through the floor and up through a hole in the roof and he recognised it as the one he had been caught in two days before.
The doors shut loudly and he was turning back to his husband. Druig smirked at him as he advanced, backing the blue eyed man up against the wall near the doorframe. One hand on the yellow wood next to Druig's head as the man leaned back, Soro leaned in. "Scandalous", Druig teased. "Pinning me to the wall like a drama? How cliche".
"How do you even get network here?" Soro grinned back, their noses almost touching. "You're in the middle of the Amazon rainforest".
"We do have Wi-Fi you know". Druig pretended to look offended. "I'll have you know that I am a avid anime fan". Soro snored as he pictured his husband in his boxers on the sofa of his cabin with sailor moon playing on the little tv. Though, judging Druig, he was probably more into psychological thrillers like Death note. Still, it was an amusing image.
"That just gives me more ideas for anniversary gifts", Soro giggled. He kissed his husband then, or Druig kissed him. Either way the conversation died as words were no longer needed. Druig had chosen to wear a wrap around jacket that tied together, reminding Soro of martial arts uniforms and his hands dipped into the wide neckline. Fingers tracing over pulse points and digging into shoulders. Druig's hands had wormed their way under the borrowed tshirt to press into the soft skin of Soro's belly. All while their lips moved consumingly and passionately, only breaking apart for air.
They could have been making out for a minute or an hour when Druig suddenly stopped. Soro drew back and opened his eyes, lips stinging. "They're here". Blue eyed flashed gold as Druig's face took on a far away look familiar when he was placing his mind in others. Soro waited patiently as his husband's lips quirked. "Hello Sprite". The words were said to someone else with another's mouth.
Soro detangled himself from his husband and set about making sure he wasn't as messy as he felt. It would be obvious what they had been doing but despite being immortals, some of them could be remarkably dense. Still, he straightened his clothes and brushed the escaped hairs out of his face. His glasses had steamed up and he rubbed them on his shirt as Druig straightened his clothes. "Ready?" The blue eyed man asked as he stepped towards the doors. Soro set his glasses on his face and nodded.
The double doors burst open and Druig saunted out with his usual smug smirk as he took in the visitors. Soro followed. The others were all wearing the same clothes they were when he had left them. "I missed all of you", it sounded teasing as Druig took them all in. Thena and Gilgamesh, the space between Ikaris and Sersi, Kingo and Sprite. Karun half hiding behind his employer, camera up and filming. "Please make yourselves at home". Around them, the people in the village were ignoring them all as they got on with their daily tasks.
"Hey Soro", Gilgamesh called. The large man grinned as he held up a familiar backpack. "We brought your bag". He tossed it up and it sailed over Sprite's head. Soro caught it with a Oof at the impact.
"Thanks Gil".
"What happened to your faces?" Kingo frowned at the two men, eyes on their swollen and pink lips and the bruises darkening their necks. "Did you get into a fight?"
Soro made a surprised noise that was half embarrassment and half disbelieving laughter as Druig merely smirked wider. (Maybe it was because they had lived together for thousands of year that they were so oblivious). "Let's just say Soro has been making his disagreements with me known", Druig grinned filthily back. "And I have been apologising. A lot".
"Too much information", Gilgamesh grunted. "Are we going to sit down?" Sersi, and Ikaris looked just as confused as Kingo. Soro knew that he had Druig weren't big on public affection and were pretty private people, but they weren't that bad.
Druig seemed to be fighting back laughter as he swept his arm to the open hall. "Please come in".
"There has been more news since you left", Sersi directed at Soro. "We have a lot to explain". Around her, the rest were entering the hall. Soro swung his bag onto his shoulder and followed them inside. Druig pulling the doors shut behind them.
"Explain away", he gestured to the room. "Druig and I are all ears".
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