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“You know what I mean, Holland,” maybe it’s more he can find a way for them to coexist in general.

“Don’t go,” Kell says leaning into the others fingers briefly as he curled into the other more. “I’m sure you can stop anyone from getting in.”

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For the first time, Holland realized that their eyes were almost a mirror image. Where his black eye was on the left, Kells was his right and for some reason there was something he liked about that detail.

"Mm, I could. But we both know if I did, it would just make things worse. For all they know I could be trying to kill you," he murmured as his body moved on its own accord to gather the younger man closer against him, nosing into his red hair and breathing in the sweet scent of the Red.

"When the reality is quite the opposite at the moment," he breathed and even more tension bled out of his muscles, "I'll keep them out."

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Kell closed his eyes and he feels enveloped by Holland in every way. He’s almost prepared to make his own attempt at making sure no one can get in preemptively but he feels reassured by Holland agreeing.

His hand came up, tracing scars along the other’s side. “I just want to stay here as long as we can.”

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“We can,” Holland says as he tangles them up better.

This is something he could get used to if he had the opportunity. Fingers toying with beautiful red hair, sweet scents, calming breaths, strength and softness at the same time.

Closing his eyes he nestled in, foreheads touching lightly, “Be a good boy and sleep for a while.”

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Kell felt complete in a way he never had as their bodies tangled , fingers on skin, in hair. He still felt like they were one like they had been when Holland was inside him.

“You can’t call me that where people can hear,” he murmurs but he is tired, sore even though he should heal fast. He tucks in just a little closer, they can’t really get more more.

But it doesn’t take much for him to fall into a light sleep then.

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Holland idly watches as Kell falls into sleep. His brow is relaxed, face soft, and Holland is surprised by the urge to protect him. Only this time he wanted it not by pushing him away. He wanted to keep him close, safe.

One hand absently traced a wave of red, the shell of an ear, forward over a cupids bow...

Sometime later, Holland awoke to a knocking on the door. No one would be able to get in but it didn't mean they wouldn't find a way.

Nudging Kell, he murmured, "Wake up baby boy, the door," then slipped away to pull on his clothes--at least the pieces that made the most sense. Perhaps he had come and stayed for conversation?

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Kell woke, smiling just a little when the other called him baby boy again. But the knocking had filtered into his senses never quite sleeping completely deep, though it had felt... safer than normal with Holland holding him.

“Damn,” he murmurs because it means relinquishing his touch. He reaches for his own clothes, dressing and trying to make himself and then his bed presentable as quickly as possible. He steals a kiss and then goes to the door so he could figure out who it is and why they need and he knew Holland would be leaving.

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On the contrary, Holland had no plans of going anywhere. First of all, he didn't want to get fully dressed, and second of all Kell was really the only one who could handle him--therefore being here was the safest option. And Kell could easily lie and say he wanted to keep an eye on him.

Once he was dressed enough, his brain briefly stuttered at the kiss before he sat back down on the cot like he had been sitting there for hours and not laying in it...naked...wrapped around...

Kell looked annoyingly adorable post nap, and Holland actually fought the urge to smile over it.

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Kell notices that the other isn't fully dressed before he does open the door. So when Alucard is there looking particularly annoying and disgruntled Kell lies and twists the truth until he's managed to convince Alucard to leave them be at least for now. He closes the door again and lets out a heavy sigh as he looks over at Holland.

He'd really never been the best at bald-faced lying.

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It could use some work but that seemed to be enough.

Holland waited until the door was closed again before he murmured something to seal the door again. He didn't so much move, as beckon the other Antari back over.

He was too far away too quickly.

"Say you do save me, Kell..." he begins quietly, "Am I to be your dirty little secret? Sneaking between Londons in the middle of the night?"

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Kell moved to sit back on the bed. There's a part of him that's not sure Alucard completely believed him. He'd had one of those looks about him.

The question surprises him and he frowns. He brow furrows.

"There is very little I can keep truly secret anymore," he says, his hand rubbing at the mark through his tunic. "I don't want you to be..."

Perhaps Kell wants for too much, hasn't he always?

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Reaching for Kells hand, Holland stops him from fidgeting and tugs him into his lap. Both arms wrap around his waist and clasp there.

"I don't have to be a secret," he adds, "but there would be a lot of travel involved."

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Kell doesn't fight Holland on it, settling into his lap and quickly relaxing into the hold as his head rests on his shoulder.

"Travel is not so difficult for us...or for me if you are King then you wouldn't be able to leave as often. Would you make me choose between Lila and you?" Kell asks carefully.

And he knew it wouldn't be knowledge to the general public, though, too many would not be pleased after everything that had happened.

[almostking]

Unconsciously pulling Kells hips closer, he hummed quietly and rested his head against the others.

Being King was never his goal. He didn't want that. Would he step into that role and at least get the ball rolling? Definitely. But ultimately he just wanted...things to be better, easier, less broken.

The question startles him briefly and he has it in him to scoff.

"No," he replies easily, "and even if I did forbid you, Delilah would most definitely have my head for it."

He quiets, a seriousness falling over him before he continues, "No. I wouldn't deny you that connection. She is unbalanced, too sharp, too impulsive," he breathed, "but, you're good for each other."

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Kell relaxed in Holland's hold. There's something so safe in it, something he'd been seeking and he couldn't get over the fact he had it and now that he did he's desperate not to lose it again. One of his hands searches out one of Holland's to hold, lacing fingers together if the other allows it.

"I think... she wouldn't make me choose either," Kell says carefully. He knows that she understands him, she'd understand this too. She always needs more. Perhaps Holland is his ship, just happens to be a person.

"And you are stable, controlled and calculated. I need you both."

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Holland doesn't see it, but his fingers curl and fold to meet that lacing. The hold is both soft and strong and he closes his eyes upon realizing that he...is slowly allowing himself things that he thought he was too broken for before.

He didn't so much hope, as wish that this could continue. Somewhere not on a rocky sea in a stupid boat in the middle of almost no where.

"...and I hate ships."

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Kell hadn't been sure that Holland would let their fingers lace together, that he'd give in to that intimacy.

"I'm not a huge fan either but I take to them better than you," Kell smirks a little bit to himself.

"You two are complete opposites and I feel somewhere in the middle."

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Holland couldn't exactly run away from it, at least. Not without tossing Kell right onto his ass or something overly dramatic. And it was nice. The touch.

But he can feel the amusement radiating off of Kell and he frowns, brow furrowing with the start of an argument but what comes next is actually very true.

However, Holland considers Kell more...in line with him than anyone.

"If I never have to be on another ship, I would not be at all disappointed."

Ships were horrible things. Rocky, sick machines. Even now, just thinking about it his stomach was getting more uneasy.

"Be careful with Delilah. She wields magic without any thought or hesitation and her control is utter garbage," he scoffs and tips his head back against the cabin wall, "She bites off more than she can chew."

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"Are you jealous?" Holland asks, lifting his head and looking at Holland. The fingers of his other hand pull at his clothes. He didn't now what he's doing. He just... wants to feel the other's skin.

"She will learn... until then, hopefully, I can keep saving her from herself." Or Alucard, he's done that plenty to Kell begrudgingly is grateful for that.

His lips press against Holland's throat, as the other's head is tipped back leaving it easy to attack.

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"Of what, exactly?" Holland sounded bored but he was quietly wondering just what that hand was up to--or at least until it was obvious. The mouth against his throat was show enough.

But he stayed where he was, not making a move to stop or encourage even if he did swallow softly and crack his eyes open.

"Hopefully she learns before she gets one of you killed."

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Kell didn't answer as he pulled back enough to lift the shirt off completely, dropping it to the side. He pressed his lips again to his throat not letting go of the hand that their fingers were laced together but the other slides down his chest, brushing a nipple along the path. They had some more time...

He doesn't stop even as they keep talking about Lila. Perhaps that should have given him some pause all things considered but it didn't.

"She tends to only learn by almost dying," Kell says, biting at Holland's collarbone and there's a moment of hesitation with himself before he starts shifting as he kisses downward to explore the other's torso with his mouth as he shifts lower and lower. His hand was already much lower, cupping over Holland. He didn't let himself think, if he thought about what he was doing he'd feel uncertain.

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"Reckless," Holland breathed. Whether he was talking about Kell or Delilah, he wasn't certain. All of his focus was zeroed in on what Kell was doing. His fingers, the pressure of his body as it shifted against him and soon down too low.

He tipped his head down to watch the path Kell took and licked his lips softly. Why was he so beautiful? All of that red hair, the pale skin, those eyes...

"You're not allowed to die for her stupidity," he growled softly and moved his free hand to brush along Kells cheek, and up into his hair.

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Kell almost points out that all of them can be reckless but he doesn't. He focuses on the path he's taking down Holland's body. How much he wants to drown in the pleasure of it. he wants Holland so much.

"None of us are allowed to die," Kell does retort as he slid down further until he's completely off of Holland's slip, kneeling between his legs as he looks up at him, hands working on the other's pants as he kisses over his lower stomach.

[almostking]

"None of us are allowed to die," he repeats quietly, half out of thought, half out of trying to believe that.

Delilah would see him dead before anyone else would.

But he couldn't think too much on that right now. Not when Kell was on his knees between his legs looking at him like that, peppering his body with kisses that made him actually consider staying on this damn ship forever.

"...someone has an appetite."

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Kell is not letting either of them kill each other and he knows he can stop it even if it could be a difficult task. He pulls the other's pants back off pressing kisses over his thighs and his hand wrapped around him.

"I've been starving."