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Saturday
"Mm."
Apollo sighed softly, and rolled a little closer against the heat.
No. No, waiiit... Roommate?
"Sorry, Riddick..." he muttered.
"...Riddick?" a deep voice chuckled.
His eyes didn't snap dramatically open. But he tensed. And his bedmate felt it, because...
Because he was Night's Bringer of War and he could hear motes of dust settling across a room and he could damn sure feel the man in his arms tensing.
"That's it," Midnighter chuckled. "No more Diesel movies for you..."
"Mid?"
His husband's arm moved off of his chest, and Apollo rolled over, looked up. Big brown eyes, looking down with that nearly-sane smile that was only for Apollo and Jenny.
"...who else are you used to waking up to?"
"Mid, I was... "
He was. He was on the Carrier, he was in his bed, he was he was he was he was kissing Midnighter. He was wrapping his arms around him and dragging his fingers down the muscles and palming the scars on Mid's back and and and
"I knew you were going to do that," Midnighter said with another smug chuckle, lazily straddling him. His hand, callouses and precision, slid across Apollo's cheek. "What's up? Besides your pulse-- and your blood pressure, and the diameter of your pupils... how good was that dream, anyway?"
Apollo stared at him wordlessly, still clinging to him, grabbing his hips so that he wouldn't go away.
"....okay." Midnighter shifted off him, rearranging in the bed so that he was sitting against the headboard. "Come on."
Mid always knew just what he wanted. Those implants were good for all kinds of things.
Apollo crawled into his arms and shivered for a while.
"It was that fight on the ice planet, wasn't it?" Midnighter soothed, combing his hands through Apollo's hair. "You're low on power. We'll take a Door down to a beach somewhere, just you and me and Jenny. And you'll feel better. It's all right."
"I was on an island," Apollo whispered. "I didn't have my powers and it was an island..."
"Babe. Shh..."
And someone was banging on the door.
"GET FUCKED!" Midnighter advised whoever it was.
"NO." Young woman's voice. "Hawksmoor wants you both in the briefing room. Nowish."
Jenny?
Apollo was halfway to the door before he caught a kick in the knees that knocked him down.
"...dress," Midnighter told him with a sigh, dropping his uniform on him.
--
"Data bombs," Angie said. Her feet were on the table and she was glaring a nasty all-silver glare.
"...Data bombs made me dream I was a New York lawyer?" Jack demanded.
"A dancer in Europe," said Shen, frowning.
"Stuck on a deserted island," Apollo put in.
"Yes. They did." Angie stopped glaring and started focusing, putting on what Apollo always privately thought of as the 'engineer face.' "If the Carrier hadn't caught them and disabled them, they would have kept you in a coma for months, making you relive years of these weird alternate lives."
"...why?"
Good question, Jack.
"Well, these 'alternate lives' were going to rewire your synapses. They were going to break down the connections that let you guys use your powers."
Apollo looked.. horrified. And suddenly wanted to go bend something unbendable or incinerate something with his eyes just to prove he still could.
Oh, he wanted to FLY.
"Who?" Midnighter asked, quietly, steepling his fingers.
"We're tracing the signal back now..."
Sunday
Bloodstained black-leather figure standing like the wrath of god over a heap of bodies. "FUCKING WITH PEOPLE'S HEADS IS NOT NICE."
The survivors cringed and whimpered and begged.
"Which of you designed his data-bomb?" the Midnighter snarled, pointing to Apollo.
Apollo was floating serenely in the air. ...he was a little paranoid to let his feet touch ground.
The programmer didn't actually admit to it-- his comrades turned traitor and pointed him out, hoping that Midnighter would spare them.
He killed them quickly, at least. Left Apollo's programmer for last, and grabbed--
Ooh. Ow. Ripped his jaw out.
Apollo bit his lip. He'd...
He'd missed this.
"We're finished," Midnighter grunted. "Door."
Sadism is not a turnon. Sadism is not a turnon...
Apollo tackled him in the shower that night.
Monday
A deserted mountain, all grassy and covered with springy heather. Sun beating down, Apollo stretched out naked as the day he was born, the only shadow was the man kneeling between his legs and making his nerves go "fizzle.".
A few hours later, the sun was warming up his back, and he was the kneeling one.
And hours after that, as the sun went down, they spread a blanket and held each other.
Tuesday.
"..when did we make up? I don't... remember."
"Three weeks ago. I loosened you up with a blowjob and then apologized."
"...Oh."
Apollo snuggled him up, radiating warmth to keep Mid's lower body-temperature up.
Apologize? Mid? ...odd.
He got out of bed around lunch to smother Jenny with affection that made her roll her eyes and moan about embarassing parents. ...then he went back to bed.
Wednesday
"How long have we been in bed?"
"Thirty six hours."
"Oh. ...you wanna-? Again?"
"Better believe it, gorgeous."