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[ninefox]

Jedao sighs a little, a bubble of relief he didn't even know he needed at Fives' smile. He puts his hands on Fives' biceps. holds him down a little more below where the ropes end at his elbow.

"Good," He leans over him, rests forehead-to-forehead, warm breath between them, nerving himself up for a few more seconds.

[callmefives]

Fives relaxes further at the feel of Jedao's hands resting solidly on his biceps, lets his weight push him down into the cot's mattress. He feels better, more like he fits in his own skin, than he has since Jedao jerked his hand away and threw himself into the corner when his memories had come back.

His breath shudders raggedly out as Jedao presses their foreheads together, and for a moment it's almost a sob of relief. "I love you, Jedao-shei," he murmurs quietly into the space between them. "Always."

[ninefox]

His hands squeeze just a little; he drapes himself over Fives' chest and curls up there, drawing in slow, deep breaths. Jedao's kept his own shirt on, so it's only skin-to-skin against his fingertips and his face.

"I love you too, Fives-shei," he whispers.

[callmefives]

He can't seem to control how ragged his breathing is, how his heart seems to skip and trip every other beat, or the dampness and stinging in his eyes as he feels Jedao's weight settle over him, warm and solid and familiar and loved. Missed like a part of him had been cut away and the wound left open and raw and bleeding.

He feels something close to whole, and it's terrifying to realize how much of himself he's tied up in Jedao... and yet he can't even wish to change it. "Thank you," he whispers again, and turns his head just enough to brush his tears off against his own biceps where it's pressed close to his face.

[ninefox]

"Thank you," Jedao answers, voice hushed so it won't quaver.

[callmefives]

He probably shouldn't have even worried, he's too relieved and overwhelmed and exhausted in almost equal measure for getting turned on to be more than a vague and distant thought. He just wants this; the comfort of Jedao's weight on him, pressing him down and making him feel grounded and solid and real. It's not even so bad that he can't touch in turn, the feel of the rope at his forearms is almost comforting in its own way. It... makes him feel like Jedao's. Wanted and claimed.

"We can stay this way as long you want," he murmurs. "Feels so good like this."

[ninefox]

Jedao rubs his cheek against Fives' chest, stubble dragging a little, greedily affectionate and faintly catlike.

"Yeah," he breathes. "I might fall asleep." Fives is so warm. Jedao hadn't realized how much he missed the way Fives smells. "Wake me up if your arms start getting tingly, okay? Promise me."

[callmefives]

Fives' breath hitches again at the drag of Jedao's stubble over his skin, warm and abrasive and catching a little in the chest hair he's finally stopped depilating. So warm and familiar and good.

"I promise, but I don't think they will." He flexes his arms again and wiggles his fingers for good measure. "Doesn't feel tight, just... solid? Good. Like... like you're holding on to me."

He takes a few slow, deep breaths, tension seeping out of him on every one. Things still aren't good, Jedao is still hurting in ways he absolutely can't help him with, but this is good, right now. It feels like the first time he's been able to provide Jedao any actual comfort since this all began.

"Echo and I used to sleep like this, when we were little," he murmurs after a few seconds, slow and deep and warm. "When it wasn't all five of us crammed in together after a really bad day. I mean, not with the ropes? But... we'd take turns. Who got to be on the bottom. Be held down, grounded and warm and... safe feeling, at least for a little while."

He thinks, maybe, that he might sleep too. Just for a little while.

[ninefox]

Jedao loves that too, usually. But right now -

- right now he needs it exactly like this.

"Guess it's your turn," he murmurs, half of a small, shaky smile pressed into Fives' skin.

[callmefives]

"Guess it is, cyar'ika," he agrees quietly. "Get some sleep if you can, I promise to wake you if I need the ropes adjusted or off." And while Fives wishes he could kiss him, even just a brush of lips to the crown of his head, this is so good. So much more than he'd dared hope for any time soon, or maybe ever again.

[ninefox]

"One of these days you're going to start to have a little faith in me," Jedao mutters, not really resentful at all. "I'd believe in the war and you'd believe in me, wasn't that the deal? Still applies even when I'm fighting myself."

[callmefives]

"I have faith in you, Jed'ika. Always." Faith in the one thing that counts more than anything--that he absolutely will do whatever it takes to free their brothers. Even when he'd been angry with him about the soul bond with Horseriver it hadn't been because he'd ever thought Jedao would choose to abandon their war, it had been because he thought he'd been careless, taken chances that couldn't be justified. That he might be prevented, no matter what he personally might choose.

"I know you'll always be there for me." Even if he can't always trust he'll be there for him in all the ways he wants. He tries to, but... it doesn't seem realistic, no matter how often Jedao tells him or shows him or proves it to him. He'll always be his brother, he'll always love him, but expecting to always have this feels like... too much, when there's so much more important.

[ninefox]

"Okay, your dick should have more faith in me," Jedao mumbles, because that definitely makes sense.

"You should try reading me one of those manuals with no pants on, see how long I hold out," he suggests dryly, only half kidding.

[callmefives]

Fives laughs quietly, warm and startled, and really wishes he could kiss him. "Just tell me when, I'm game when you are."

[ninefox]

"I'll get there," he says softly, remembers his much more dramatic reassurance to Quentin, I promise, I promise I'm coming back to you -

He turns his head a little, brushes a soft kiss over Fives' sternum, then settles his head again, carefully letting his eyes drift closed.

[callmefives]

Fives sighs quietly at the kiss, warm and content, and tips his head a little so it's resting against his own biceps. He hasn't opened his eyes since Jedao told him to close them, and he won't, but relaxed and exhausted as he is, he'll probably stay awake, savoring this feeling for as long as it lasts, and watching over Jedao's sleep, however much he manages. It's the first time in over two weeks he's actually had any real hope of getting back to where they were.

"You will, beloved," he whispers in Mando'a, and actually means it. "Now sleep."

[ninefox]

He doesn't fall asleep right away, but he does stop fussing, closes his eyes too and lets Fives' heartbeat lull him into a doze, his breath dropping subconsciously to match the rise and fall of the chest underneath him. He does sleep eventually, for almost three hours, and doesn't dream.

[callmefives]

Fives does stay mostly awake, though more relaxed than he's been since the start of this. He listens to Jedao's slow, steady breathing, and marks when he goes from awake to dozing, to finally asleep without ever opening his eyes, and lets himself drift in the warmth and comfort of his presence. He dozes off occasionally, but never for long, he doesn't want to miss this, and when the crying doesn't come and doesn't come and doesn't come he almost wants to cry himself.

[ninefox]

Jedao hums softly as he starts to wake, first aware only of warmth and then secondly of something that makes him think of the smell of fresh hay, although there isn't any, not even anything scratchy -

"Fives," he realizes, blinking his eyes open. He's with Fives, and no one can get at him, and - he's with Fives.

[callmefives]

Fives smiles at the sound, feeling relaxed and so warm, inside and out. "Jed'ika," he answers, his voice sleepy and a little bit rough from the hours of peaceful quiet. "You slept almost three hours."

He still hasn't opened his eyes once.

[ninefox]

"M'comfy," he says, and nuzzles Fives a little.

[callmefives]

"Me too, and there's no reason we have to move." He'd happily stay here hours longer if Jedao's content to.

[ninefox]

"Okay," he agrees. He doesn't talk for a while, not sure what to say that wouldn't break the gentle warmth of the moment. Eventually though -

"It's going to be okay, cyar'ika. Really it is. I already had this inside me, waiting. Now it's all - raw and rotting and exposed. But now that I can see it, I can start dealing with it."

[callmefives]

It's easier to believe that, now, with Jedao's warmth over him, his familiar weight bearing him down into their bed.

"I wish I could help somehow," he answers quietly. "Make it... hurt you less. But I'll be here, for as long as it takes. And I'll do whatever I can."

[ninefox]

"You help," Jedao promises softly. "You're my first best reason for fighting to be okay again. Not the vod'ike, I could win the war broken and I fucking know it. But I want you more than air and I'll fight off as many sets of my own demons as I have to, to keep you."