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for your resident Space Hick

[drforehead]

Okay, just to clear one or two things up.

Ryan is definitely NOT waiting in Akmazian's stupid cargo bay for him to come back to the station.

That would be clingy, and desperate, and Ryan is absolutely none of those things. He just... happened to be near by and after Akmazian had messaged him that he was on his way way home...

Yeah fuck it he is totally waiting for him.

He's used to having stretches of time where they don't get to see much of each other. Between Ryan's ridiculous work schedule and Akmazian not exactly being able to walk around the station all the time undetected - finding time to meet up for their... encounters hasn't exactly been easy.

But this. This was three whole weeks. Sure, it was for a good reason, getting Akmazian's name cleared. Ryan hadn't been under any illusions that this was going to be easy when they decided to go full force in clearing the ex-spy's name. There was going to be more trips from Akmazian, more deep cover, more danger.

It doesn't mean Ryan doesn't feel like an idiot trapped in the station, though.

And maybe, MAYBE. He's started getting used to having the other guy around. And not just for the sex, although that has been. Pretty goddamn amazing. Nothing beats getting laid regularly, honestly. Ryan isn't exactly sure how he's made it in the last few years without that.

So all that has combined and boiled up and here he is, waiting for the guy like a goddamn puppy. But fuck it. It's not like Akmazian won't be happy to see him.

[stardestroyer]

Danger didn't even begin to describe the whole ordeal Akmazian had been through during his absence. It started with a trip deep into the void and just went downhill from there. It required him to stretch is already extensive skill set, and put him well behind what were now enemy lines, though it had once been friendly territory. But in the end, the mission was a roaring success. Even if he'd not escaped without a bit of battle damage. His ship practically limped into the cargo bay, showing the sort of scars that made one wonder how it even made it to the station.

But soon, Akmazian was striding across the cargo bay, intending to head for the good doctor's quarters. He looked liked he'd been through similar battles as his ship, banged and bruised, a half-healed cut above one eye. His beloved cloak fluttered behind him, singed and tattered in true rebellion fashion. And he was practically beaming. Head held high, stride broad. If his mood were any better he might have given to dancing.

He nearly reached that level upon spying the familiar pink-haired doctor right there in the cargo bay. He'd expected to sneak through the ship to find the man, but there he was.

Waiting.

For him.

Akmazian didn't waste time with words by way of a greeting. He just rushed over to Ryan, grabbed him by the front of the shirt, and kissed him. Hard. Even more forward than even his usual tactics. But no words could accurately describe things right then. He was too elated to articulate it.

[drforehead]

Ryan was going to say something, something about how banged up Akmazian looked, if he needed any medical attention.

But he barely had time to open his mouth before he was being grabbed and kissed.

Oh. Well then.

He made a little cut-off 'mmph' into Akmazian's mouth. It only took him a few moments to catch up, though. He leaned forward into the other man's embrace, grabbed him by the front of his stupid fucking cloak and pulled himself in as close as he could because FUCK he missed this.

It was several moments before he had to pull away for air, mouth open and pupils blown open. Give give him a minute, dude.

"Uh... hi."

So smooth, Ryan.