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Bunny and Barbie Corcoran have lived their whole lives together (literally).
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remus enjoys domestic life and constant company if it's sirius.
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"If you hate me just half as much as you're making it seem," Alhaitham points out, "I'd say it's time to look for another landlord."
Kaveh's vermillion eyes gloss over, his jaw tight. "You keep saying that," he hisses through his teeth, his voice coming out small and unsure, "You keep suggesting that I leave."
"You know very well that I prefer being on my own, and you're worth at least five people on a good day."
Alternatively: Kaveh leaves for good after a particularly vicious fight between them, but Alhaitham is okay with it.
Until he isn’t.
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After a rough start, Alhaitham and Kaveh have figured out how to navigate the latter’s unexpected rut—Alhaitham has successfully tricked his instincts into submission, and for the past several days, Kaveh’s instincts have been perfectly satisfied. Now his rut is almost over, and the remainder will be the easiest part.
Or, at least, it would have been easy, if Alhaitham’s body hadn’t suddenly decided to make things difficult.
“Don’t move,” Alhaitham growls, his grip on Kaveh’s wrists tightening. He needs to stop Kaveh, needs to—
A quiet Haitham breaks through the buzzing in his head, and he blinks, staring down at Kaveh.
Kaveh’s eyes are wide, chest rising and falling as he pants for air, and the sweet scent of his arousal is gone, replaced by something bitter and acrid.
Alhaitham licks dry lips and searches Kaveh’s face for an answer, unable to find one on his own.
“You’re in rut,” Kaveh breathes.
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- Part 2 of fighting instinct
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When Kaveh announces that he’ll need to temporarily stop taking suppressants, Alhaitham assumes that he must be an omega. After all, that’s the only logical reason that Kaveh would have pretended to be a beta for all this time. It’s the only logical reason that Kaveh would ask Alhaitham, an alpha, to leave the house for two weeks.
Except Alhaitham has made a rare miscalculation—and helping Kaveh will be much more difficult than Alhaitham expected, when his own instincts keep pulling him in two different directions.
“To clarify,” Alhaitham says, “you’re saying you’ll feel safer if I’m not here. Do I have that correct?”
“That—that’s not exactly what I said.”
“You said that you don’t know if it’s safe. That implies a degree of uncertainty, which means that you’ll feel less uncertain—and therefore safer—if I’m not around.” When Kaveh doesn’t respond, Alhaitham adds, “I’m just making sure I understand the situation correctly.”
“To be honest,” Kaveh says, “I don’t think you understand the situation at all.”
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- Part 1 of fighting instinct
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After the first day of the Interdarshan Championship, Kaveh asks Alhaitham to praise him during sex—because although the two of them disdain each other, they somehow keep ending up in bed together.
“Strong,” Alhaitham murmurs, kissing from Kaveh’s thigh to his hip. “Resolute.”
Stop, Kaveh wants to say. You’re wrong, you’re lying, you’re cruel.
But he asked for this. He asked Alhaitham to take him to bed and praise him, to make him feel like he’s not a complete failure.
Alhaitham knows that Kaveh is none of the words leaving his mouth. Kaveh is neither strong nor resolute, and he is certainly not enough.
But Alhaitham is a linguist. And that means he’s good with words, Kaveh supposes—even when he doesn’t mean them.
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“Enjoying this, huh?” he murmurs, twisting the bud between his thumb and forefinger. Alhaitham’s knees jerk, hitting the top of Kaveh’s thighs. “I didn’t expect you to be this—”
Beautiful, he wants to say, the word saccharine on the tip of his tongue. His initial assumptions are false—no marble pillar can shiver as beautifully as this miracle of flesh and muscles and tendons, wonderfully reactive. Kaveh wants to take him apart, unravel the threads of his relentless rationality until nothing remains of him but this humanity, all this softness that does not quite fit right with the rest of him.