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Kabru looks at himself in the full length mirror standing against the wall. He tugs at his collar that clings to him like second skin. It nearly skims the edge of his jawline. At least they had not covered his arms completely.
"I see they got you too."
Kabru sees Mithrun enter the room. He catches sight of Mithrun’s new outfit in the reflection of the mirror and fully turns to stare at Mithrun who is making his way towards Kabru and stands next to him staring at his own reflection in the mirror.
Mithrun wears the same tunic Kabru is wearing, yet he looks infinitely more alluring in it. The expanse of his porcelain skin, his sleeves further cut until his neck, his hair falling in soft curls. Kabru finds his hands reaching forward, he grasps Mithrun's arm and pulls him closer. "You look really good."
Mithrun tilts his head, his expression blank as always, nevertheless, Kabru can see the curious tilt of his head as he waits for Kabru to elaborate. Years have passed since everything happened, and Mithrun never fails to surprise all of them by showing continuous progress. Kabru feels his chest full, he is so proud of how far Mithrun has come.
"It is similar to the canary outfit." Mithrun says, letting Kabru turn them towards the mirror, slotting their bodies together, Kabru’s chest pressed against Mithrun's back. Kabru leans forward to rest his chin on Mithrun’s shoulder.
"I know." Kabru says, sliding his hands down Mithrun's arms in fascination, feeling a spike of satisfaction at the goosebumps that breakout on Mithrun's skin. "You looked beautiful in that too."
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Mithrun looks at himself in the mirror, and then his eyes move up to meet Kabru's piercing blue, they seem to be looking into his soulless body. He feels...something about it. Mithrun glances away, suddenly very aware that he is in front of a mirror. Something that had once shown him everything. Then, taken all of it away.
He imagines losing Kabru, imagines losing his easy grin, concerned gaze and whispers against his ear.
Mithrun never thought he could feel emptier than he feels on a daily basis. But apparently his rock bottom seems to have a basement too.
"Are you okay?" Kabru's concerned voice surrounds him, familiar and safe.
Mithrun could destroy a whole dungeon with ease; he could take on the worst of the worst monsters with just a flick of his magic.
Yet a tall man's voice is what causes his chest to ache, building up the foundations of his once empty heart.
"Mhmm."
Kabru pulls them towards the bed in front of the mirror, gently pushing him down to sit. Kabru gives him water and sits next to him, tucking Mithrun’s hair behind his ear while the elf takes small sips from the glass of water.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Kabru asks. Ever ready to dissect his triggers to avoid them later.
Mithrun imagines telling him about the mirror and the demons. He glances at the silver reflection of them that’s still visible from their position. In it, he looks at Kabru. He looks at his toned arms and the hint of his defined chest. He looks at both of them looking good next to each other.
Kabru would probably take the mirror away if he found out. Mithrun could not let that happen just yet.
Kabru feels his stare and raises an eyebrow in question. Mithrun feels the corner of his lips rising up. "Maybe someday."
Kabru slides closer, his hand on Mithrun's knee. The stark contrast of their skin and his bigger hands, on his slender knee makes Mithrun feel a little warm.
"Promise?" Kabru murmurs. Mithrun sees Kabru’s gaze slide towards his mouth.
"Promise." Mithrun answers, licking his lips. He does not know who leans in first but their mouths find each other with ease, a familiar dance they have practiced over the years. They have stolen many moments together away from inquisitive eyes and the new royal court.
Mithrun feels like he should have a lot of questions but his mind blanks out even more blissfully when Kabru's lips are on his.
Kabru slides his hands into Mithrun's hair, pulling him closer. Mithrun realizes he has crawled halfway into Kabru's lap. He has no recollection of when he did that.
Kabru kisses his jaw, his teeth pulling on skin, Mithrun knows it will leave a mark, he has had one left on him before. Fleki cackled and almost fell to the floor the first time she saw it.
"You are so-" Kabru pulls him closer hands on his thighs, Mithrun doesn't feel that is enough. He wants to feel more. He tilts his head to let Kabru’s tongue slide into his mouth.
He feels a thrill of satisfaction at Kabru's muffled moan. He shivers when he feels Kabru slip his hand under his tunic, caressing his bare skin, every swipe of his thumb has Mithrun trembling.
Kabru slowly slides his hand up higher, his hand nearly resting on the side of his ribs and hip. Mithrun knows Kabru will not go further than this. He is always so careful with Mithrun, treating him as if he is made of glass. Mithrun wants to tell him he does not mind doing whatever it is that Kabru wants to do.
He thinks he would like anything that Kabru did with him, to him.
Kabru kisses his neck and Mithrun tilts his head to give him easy access. He catches sight of them in the mirror again. His tunic is nearly up to his waist, his pale legs gripped obscenely in Kabru's dark hands. Kabru's hair seems disheveled from where Mithrun is holding onto him.
"Captain..." Kabru says against his skin, meeting his gaze in the reflection. "Look at me."
Mithrun lets himself be turned under Kabru’s hands, focusing all of his attention on where their bodies meet.Mithrun thinks he sees a goat in the periphery of his vision. He ignores it and let’s himself go under Kabru’s ministrations.
He would have smirked once upon a time. He would have gutted the beast and laughed at finally winning and extracting his revenge. Now, he just feels a tendril of satisfaction.
He tightens his grip on Kabru. He wants the silver glass, the start of it all, to know that he does have something that cannot be taken away from him this time.