Kabal's arm catches him around his waist, and Len stumbles backwards and onto the mattress with a bounce that shakes the entire bed.
He twists around in the other man's grip, snarling, and breaks away. As vicious and impossible to hold onto as a pissed-off cat. His gut reaction is to lash out. Fist raised and ready to strike before his brain catches up with his body. Chest heaving.
The switch from animal instinct to rational mind is immediate. Wild eyes turned cool with a hard blink. Len's shoulders lower, the fight leaving his body. He sits back and away from Kabal. Breathes in deep through his nose. Exhales. Silently fighting down the uncomfortable slurry of emotions in his belly as violently as any physical opponent.
"You're an idiot." Len rolls his eyes, leaning back on one hand. Cool. Like nothing happened. In spite of his burning face and throat.
He isn't used to being caught off-guard, and it's been a while since anyone's touched him without the intent to maim or kill. Len hasn't been laid in months. Saving the world doesn't leave much time for fooling around, and even if it did, the type of people (heroes) who dedicate their lives to saving the world aren't interested in slumming it with a criminal. They shack up with each other. Len couldn't hold onto his singular friend, never mind bag a lover.
For all his teasing, Len didn't expect Kabal would actually want him. Never mind risk pain for pleasure so soon after going through hell. Forgot he could be that kind of desirable to anyone anymore.
Len reaches over to adjust the respirator, re-aligning the tubes into a viable position above Kabal's head.
"I should let you suffocate. So you can claim the Darwin award with your name on it."
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He twists around in the other man's grip, snarling, and breaks away. As vicious and impossible to hold onto as a pissed-off cat. His gut reaction is to lash out. Fist raised and ready to strike before his brain catches up with his body. Chest heaving.
The switch from animal instinct to rational mind is immediate. Wild eyes turned cool with a hard blink. Len's shoulders lower, the fight leaving his body. He sits back and away from Kabal. Breathes in deep through his nose. Exhales. Silently fighting down the uncomfortable slurry of emotions in his belly as violently as any physical opponent.
"You're an idiot." Len rolls his eyes, leaning back on one hand. Cool. Like nothing happened. In spite of his burning face and throat.
He isn't used to being caught off-guard, and it's been a while since anyone's touched him without the intent to maim or kill. Len hasn't been laid in months. Saving the world doesn't leave much time for fooling around, and even if it did, the type of people (heroes) who dedicate their lives to saving the world aren't interested in slumming it with a criminal. They shack up with each other. Len couldn't hold onto his singular friend, never mind bag a lover.
For all his teasing, Len didn't expect Kabal would actually want him. Never mind risk pain for pleasure so soon after going through hell. Forgot he could be that kind of desirable to anyone anymore.
Len reaches over to adjust the respirator, re-aligning the tubes into a viable position above Kabal's head.
"I should let you suffocate. So you can claim the Darwin award with your name on it."