Good fucking question. Ishmael supposed this meant he was going to give Monty what he wanted, after all. “I’ll do it, then.” He was drunk on him and in love with him and he held onto Monty’s shoulder, as sure as ever that this was a bad idea but surer than ever that he was going to do it.

Not tonight, though. “I’ll turn you. Give me some time, and I promise you I will –” Ishmael said, pondering their situation with a new solemnness, “but you have to be sure. When I come to you, when I’m ready –” he would need some time to come to terms with the request, and plan out their next moves – “I’ll ask you again. And if you’ve changed your mind, you need to be honest with me. I won’t think worse of you if you do. Just promise me that.”

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Wait, what? Monty was momentarily unsure he had even heard what Ishmael was saying correctly. He had not really expected that Ishmael would give in when he had seemed so resolute in not doing it. It kind of thrilled him to have Ishmael give in but in a very physical way.

"I will," he said when Ishmael told him to make sure he was sure. He kissed Ishmael again, deeply, more passionately. To be quite honest, he had forgotten they were currently technically on lookout duty.

wrap and more recent, mayhap?

  

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If the only thing his agreement ever ended up giving him was that kiss from Monty, Ishmael thought with a little irony, it might even still be worth it. He moaned a little, still half angry at himself and half at Monty, but there was a new and heady sense of relief in having agreed – he had opened his hands to it all, consequences be damned. The consequences could come later.

Instead, he was satisfied with himself, gorged on blood and still greedy for Monty, and for a rare moment they were agreed on it all, aligned again... so for the rest of the night they could live in that delusion – of moments like this stretching out forever – with nothing to distract them.

There was plenty to distract them from lookout duties, though, other appetites still to be sated. He pushed Monty up against the wall again, harder, and smiled at him.

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