Do it like they do on the discovery channel.

Damn you, Wikipedia, and your spoilerific ways! And damn you, Marvel, for killing off all my favorite characters. >_< *wanders off to Ebay to buy all of GenX*

Anyway. When I'm not running Theron torture through my head, I'm running Blaine and Silverlock being weirdly adorable. Or just being weird.

(Silverlock needs to build up his aether reserves before a job, and the easiest way for him to do this is to have lots very enthusiastic sex. Sadly, he can't leech from Blaine until after Nagendra dies, so any sex they have before then is purely recreational. Blaine gets very zen when it comes to Silverlock's screwing around, which means he's either got a convenient cuckolding kink, or he's repressing lots of murderous rage.)

And this? This is why the two of them win the award for most sickeningly adorable couple evar in my head. This is also quite possibly the fluffiest thing I've ever written. And you know what? I like mindless fluff.

Blaine and Silverlock talk about sex. Takes place before Nagendra dies.

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Silverlock crossed his arms and looked down at the pile of blankets and pillows on the bed. He didn't need his magic to feel the exhaustion radiating from the man currently nesting there. "Hibiscus said you'd been busy lately, but he didn't say you'd been trying to kill yourself. Why couldn't you have developed a work ethic like Maddel's? He wouldn't have spent three days draining himself over a bunch of alchemists. He'd have just let them die. They'll just go back to finding new ways to blow themselves up, you know."

Blaine made an indistinct noise and pulled a pillow over his head.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the pillow away. "Stupid little martyr. I've got a job out in Tarmish, and my ship leaves tomorrow. I was hoping to spend some time with you before I left to get ready, but you're clearly too tired to be any fun."

An eye opened and blinked sleepily at him. "Bad timing."

"Tell me about it. We would've only had an hour or so, anyway. I've got an appointment with a friend." He tucked the pillow under his chin with one arm and reached out to stroke Blaine's hair with the other.

Blaine made a sleepy noise and turned his face into Silverlock's caress. His eye slid shut. "Mm. 'Nyone I know?"

"Don't think so. Her name is Stacia. Poison specialist, but not officially a guild affiliate. She's the best in the business, though. You'd like her, I think. You both have the same weird scholastic tendencies. And she gets on well with cats and snakes."

That got him a smile, but Blaine kept his eyes shut. "What's she look like?"

"Redhead, fair skin. Glasses, and lovely blue eyes. Well endowed, for halfling."

"Gonna fuck her?"

"You're sick. She's three feet tall."

That got him the curled edge of a grin, and a noise not unlike a drowsy purr. "Pots 'n kettles." A yawn. "So, gonna fuck her?"

He laughed and traced the line of Blaine's eyebrow with his thumb. "Maybe. If she wants. Sometimes she does, sometimes she doesn't. She's got a regular thing with a few of her bodyguards."

"And if she doesn't want?"

"I'm sure I'll find someone, somewhere, willing to fuck me."

"Mm-hm. City's full of charity."

"Oh, thank you." He dropped the pillow over Blaine's face and leaned on it, earning a muffled noise of protest. "I suppose I'll just look elsewhere for handouts when I get back. Wouldn't want to strain your generosity, after all."

An arm sprouted out of the mass of bedding and flailed for a moment before grabbing an extra pillow and thwacking Silverlock in the face. It was a glancing blow at best, but he relented and sat up before Blaine managed to hurt himself.

Blaine threw another pillow at him and emerged from his nest with his hair sticking up at odd angles. "Bastard." Exhaustion drew dark smudges under his eyes and lent a grayish cast to his skin. His jaw cracked loudly as he yawned.

"Literally and figuratively." He tugged the other man into a slow, lazy kiss, just a warm, aimless exploration of his mouth with lips and tongue. "Part of the job description, love."

"I know. Now go. Let me sleep. Come back in one piece." Blaine kissed him again, with a little more purpose: a goodbye kiss. Then he burrowed back beneath the covers and pulled a pillow over his head.

Silverlock grinned and patted a lump in the bed that might have been Blaine's shoulder, then dimmed the lights as he left.