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[Taryon knows some Outsiders spend the night sharing beds. That's fine. That's understandable. He's long accepted thay any group of people undertaking stressful jobs are bound to get intimately involved. The pairings can he weird, but he gets it.

What he does appreciate is his next-door neighbor being inconsiderate of the man sleeping on the other side of the wall that hasn't been soundproofed enough. Taryon does not need to know every instance Aventurine does something to Ratio. He did not have to be able to make out a few words. That banging should not have been so noticeable.

The next morning, he waits outside the door of their room, arms crossed, until one of them steps out. He hopes it's Aventurine, he's been working in a snappy comeback about his "mating dances" all night.

...It's Ratio. Just as good. He's responsible for the actual noise.] You do know that there's a reason we have quiet hours, right? [He scowls with all of the fury that a man running on little sleep has.]

[ After the couple had started engaging in their nightly activities, he had discovered that... well, he wasn't the quietest when it came to sex. Quite the opposite, rather. And despite his attempts to control his volume, he always faltered within a few minutes, lost to the pleasure of his lover's touch.

(He had quietly hoped that perhaps his neighbours would be too embarrassed to confront them, but evidently that was not going to happen.)

Taryon catches Ratio still half-asleep, having exited his room to begin his very late morning routine (this was the third time he missed his usual 6AM workout, he had to talk to Aventurine about this...), and the scholar blinks uncomprehendingly for a second before the words click into place and he bursts into a bright red blush that goes all the way down his exposed, marked neck. ]

I-I— I apologize... for the noise.

[ Mumbled, because he is mortified. Nous, take him now, he is not going to be able to live this down. ]

[If he and Ratio were friends, then Taryon could congratulate him on getting amazing dick. As it stands, he has been kept up late haunted by the couple next door far too many times.

He couldn't be chained by embarrassment any longer.] Are you? Or is this going to happen each time your boyfriend comes over? [Taryon may not have slept around much, but he's pretty sure most guys don't shout the entire time. Something has to be up with the doctor.]

...he is staying with me for the foreseeable future.

[ Yeah Aventurine's straight up moved into Ratio's room. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT he just felt the need to make that correction. He coughs to cover up his fluster and try to recover some semblance of his usual composure. ]

I-I shall endeavor to control my- our, um, noise.

[ Nope, still flustered as hell, and too frazzled to come up with better solutions. Like installing soundproofing into the room. ]

Oh. [Taryon does not hide the disappointment in his voice.] Can't you find some sort of way to...block the noise? He - [Aventurine. Although Ratio calls him Kakavasha in bed, so who knows what that nickname means.] - doesn't seem to have as much of an issue.

[He is not thinking about how kinky his suggestion could come across. Gagging Ratio with a cloth? Sure, he doesn't care, he needs to toss out every idea in his addled brain.]

I just...I just really want to sleep for once. [He drops his head into his hand, and his hair falls over his face.]

( Unluckily for everyone except, perhaps, Aventurine, it's around that time that he ambles out of Ratio's room. His hair is a mess, still dressed in the lounge clothes given by LILITH and clearly on his way to the showers (with a basket full of various potions and tonics for skin, hair, and Aeons knows what else). He looks like a man who has spent better part of the evening not sleeping -- which is why he only notices Taryon when he suggests keeping Ratio quiet.

He can't help it, a grin spreads across his face as he peers up and around Veritas. )

Hear that, doc? Sounds like we need to find you a gag -- I'm sure there's a shop around here that sells that sort of stuff. ( His eyes, as sharp as the rest of him is fuzzy and sleepy, go to Taryon. Aventurine doesn't feel shame -- he trained himself out of that particular emotion long ago, as a child. But he does understand the value of beauty sleep, and therefore manages to be a little sympathetic. ) Ah. My apologies. We've only recently become intimate after a while of horrible, terrible pining and have been... enthusiastic about celebrating the fact.

( He's making no promises about it ever tapering off, however. )

Edited 2024-07-11 19:23 (UTC)

[ a what. ]

[ People gag their partners during sex?? Not that that is particularly depraved but the thought never crossed his mind—why would anyone want to muffle the sounds their partner makes? Aside from trying not to disturb their neighbour, as is the case right now...

But putting that aside, the way Aventurine describes their relationship is... accurate, but hearing it stated aloud is embarrassing, somehow. He can't get redder than he already is though, so he just averts his eyes and crosses his arms. ]

...I will devise soundproofing to be installed in our room.

[Taryon realizes too late what he has wrought, and he fears that the sort of stuff he's only read about will happen on the other side of the wall. When he looks up again, he sees the shameless Aventurine on his way to the showers as if he were not guilty of anything. Taryon's frustration at the two men is too great that he can't even think of asking what tonics he's using, and if he could borrow some.

He can't even feel a twang of sympathy for these two finally consummating their love. Not when they make it everyone's business.] No! That's not-- Please, I don't want to know what you're doing, I just- [A sigh.] If you need help adding soundproofing, I know a bit about that.

[Does he trust these two to install enough and install it correctly? Probably not, maybe they'll get distracted in the middle of their work.]

( Are the expectations for them so low? He's probably correct that some distraction was bound to happen if it involves Ratio showing off his bare arms because Aventurine is a simple man with simple pleasures that would also include sharing his wealth of beauty products should Taryon ask.

Still, Ratio's flustered face and Taryon's distress at the idea of knowing what he and the other man are getting up has Aventurine laugh -- a sound that only Ratio will recognize as being genuine in his amusement. )

You do? ( A brow raises, and Aventurine leans into Ratio's side. ) Well, I can't say that the help wouldn't be appreciated -- I'm not a physical labor sort of man.

[ Ratio is loathe to allow Taryon in his room, not because he has anything to hide, but simply because he is a private man and does not prefer others encroaching on his personal space. He frowns, mind already at work engineering a soundproof system that could be created with the materials available on this planet. ]

Your assistance is unnecessary.

[ The biting tone would be so much more intimidating if the evidence of yesterday night's activities weren't so obvious on him. ]

[Taryon looks between both men and does not like the look Aventurine is giving him. That messy hair does not sell any sense of trustworthiness, and Tary is starting to suspect things will get weird even if he is in the room.]

If you don't need me around...then that's fine. [Taryon's not all that strong anyway, and he would like to back out of this job if it means the entire responsibility falls on the lovebirds.] But the next time I hear your nicknames for each other, I'm not going to wait until it's over, alright?

Nicknames? ( He frowns, because while Ratio hasn't shied away from chastising him with 'gambler' when he holds out on the other man, it's not one of the names he's been loudly repeating over and over again. Aventurine, of course, but then--

Oh.

One of Aventurine's hands goes to wrap around Ratio's wrist, grip tight. Someone knows his name; he does not blame Veritas for it, because there is nothing more satisfying to Aventurine than to hear Kakavasha said with pleasure and love. But someone knows it, and they don't know what it means, and the good natured smile and ease with which Aventurine carries himself sharpens, frozen on his face as he pushes through the panic. It's fine, he tells himself, because if Taryon thinks it's a nickname that the doctor uses for him then he won't use it himself, and he won't tell anyone it either. )

Understood.

[ Ratio realizes it at around the same time Aventurine does, and his stomach drops. This was why he had initially been hesitant to use Aventurine's true name, but it had slipped out from his desire to imbue that name with memories of love and affection once more.

He feels the hand wrap around his wrist, tense and fearful, and carefully does not react, instead maintaining eye contact with Taryon as he immediately considers damage control. He must be careful here, lest their neighbour figure out more than Aventurine is willing to share. ]

You have our word that it will not happen again, and as an apology for disturbing your rest for so long, you may call on a favour from either of us if you are in need of assistance, no matter how mundane or ridiculous that request may be.

[ First, a mention that any type of request is allowed, to activate the man's imagination and draw it away from the nicknames. Second... ]

...and I would appreciate if you kept everything you've heard to yourself. Despite my egregious oversight on this front, I am a private individual and do not wish for others to know the contents of my personal life. I am tired of the ever present public scrutiny I face back home.

Please.

Edited 2024-07-11 22:49 (UTC)

[Aventurine promptly shuts up, to Taryon's surprise. He had been rather blase about the whole affair, but hearing the specifics - those bedroom pet names that must be in some language from their world - must have alerted him to how little Ratio hid. He doesn't think to look to deeply into that: if he had an embarrassing kink that everyone learned about, he'd be pretty upset.

Ratio's expression, once Taryon looks at him, is just as concerning: rather than the shame from earlier, he looks more serious. It's rather strange, how getting into specifics makes them take it more seriously.]

I won't share any of this. God, I don't want to talk about this with anyone else. [He folds his arms over his chest and shudders.] But I will as a favor of you two in the future. When I need it the most.

[He has to think of something drastic, just to make surviving all that noise worth it.]

( A warmth bursts in Aventurine's chest as Ratio simply knows what has him so on edge -- it isn't Taryon's fault, nor is it Ratio's. The other man has no way of knowing that it's more than a nickname, that his name was left in the dust of his home planet long before Jade told him to discard it, as worthless as his identity was. Aventurine has never let his anger rest with the wrong targets, and therefore there is none in his voice, just a guarded tone that was not there previously.

His hand relaxes around Ratio's wrist, though he does not pull it away completely. )

You'll find that we're quite good at handling anything you might throw at us. In fact, I look forward to the challenge.

( No matter how dangerous or ridiculous it might be. )

[ Though he has Taryon's word, Ratio can't help but feel discontent with the whole situation. This shouldn't have happened in the first place. He should have had his room soundproofed before they started doing anything. It had slipped his mind with the commotion they'd been thrown into upon returning to Neo Tokyo, and then the vacation in Okinawa. He had relaxed too much.

He does not allow any of his upset to show, hyperaware of his partner's presence against his side. ]

As I stated before during our mission abroad, I do not specialize in combat. I would appreciate it if you keep that in mind when you collect on your favour.

[ He shifts and allows his eyes to obviously stray down the hallway of Redemption's quarters; an indication that he'd like to finish the conversation. ]

Is that all you'd like to speak to us about?

I know you would protect me in battle as comrades-in-arm, I won't ask you to rescue me from a monster. [That's not a favor to him, that's how teamwork functions. Taryon's plan is to not ever get into trouble himself.]

Yes, that's all I wanted to bring up. So you'll do something about it, then?

[Taryon has so many things he wants to do today, and this will reduce a lot of his stress at work and with the heatwave.]

( Well there goes Aventurine's first choice, but then again he can't argue against the wisdom of that choice. Too easy, then. That earns a huff of laughter from him, though it is more of a put upon thing than true laughter. )

We will. Don't you worry, friend, you won't hear a peep from us.

[ The soundproofing has been moved to the top of his list in priorities, so it'll be installed by end of the day. Ratio nods in affirmation of Aventurine's words. ]

Then excuse us.

[ He brushes past Taryon, making sure to tug his wrist forward subtly to let Aventurine know that he is to come along. ]

( With a goodbye nod of his head as he's pulled past, Aventurine goes without complaint until they've put enough distance between them and their disgruntled neighbor. )

Soundproofing, huh? Why doctor, I didn't think you'd get that loud!

( He is deftly avoiding the point that he thinks Ratio might want to get to, just look at him go! )

[ Ratio stops only once they've moved into the locker rooms, which is slightly more private than the hallway. He doesn't rise to the bait, his expression still serious as he turns around to look at Aventurine.

Aventurine doesn't want him to apologize, he can tell. He doesn't blame Ratio, even though the scholar should have had the foresight to predict this. Ratio doesn't need to apologize either. It is a blunder that can partially be attributed to the sequence of events, and Aventurine himself could have pointed out the lack of soundproofing as well.

He still feels discontent. ]

Aventurine... I apologize.

[ He shifts the arrangement of their hands so that he's holding onto Aventurine's gently. ]

( Aventurine intertwines his figures with Ratio's, though he spends more time staring at their hands than Ratio until Veritas speaks, and his gaze snaps up to the other man's, narrowed in confusion. )

What-- oh. ( A small, wry smile steals across Aventurine's face. ) Come now, Veritas. It isn't anything that could have been helped.

( Which is to say: he doesn't need to apologize, because there's nothing that needs apologizing for in the first place. Though his grin becomes sharper in an attempt to distract Ratio from his own needless guilt. )

I like hearing you say my name over and over again, at increasing volume.

[ The tease has its effect—a flustered blush colours his ears and cheeks a light pink, and he squeezes Aventurine's hands in retaliation. ]

I— w-well, I still must apologize for my role in this blunder! I am aware I am not fully to blame, but nevertheless, I should have exercised more caution.

[ Because Aventurine is worth that much attention to care, he wants to say, but does not. Maybe another day, when they are settled into this relationship and Ratio has gotten used to being honest. ]

...I do not... intend on changing my behaviour during intercourse, so our only option is to rectify the soundproofing immediately.

( Aventurine reaches out with his free hand to cup Ratio's cheek, pulling him down so that Aventurine can speak against his lips. But his grip on his hand is warm, firm -- he isn't letting Ratio go any time soon. )

We can do that today, if you want. Or tomorrow, if you've got work to do today. I don't want you to stop being loud -- it does wonders for my ego.

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