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The best party ever

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Partyrific
RATING: PG-13 for language
WHEN: February 14th, 8 PM and onward.
WHERE: Bro's office
WHAT: Bro has thrown a surprise party for Murdoc in his office and invited everyone.
STATUS: Ongoing! Feel free to use whichever format you want for tagging.

[Having a boyfriend whose birthday is on Valentine's day is beautiful. It's beautiful and Murdoc definitely doesn't understand why. But to Bro, it's beautiful. Because it means that when he throws Murdoc a surprise party, he can get away with using the most horrendous pink decorations that he possibly can. Of course, they're not all pink. Some are purple! The shade of purple that Murdoc likes the most. There are hearts hanging from the ceiling and there's a giant poster that says 'Happy Birthday Murman' hanging on the wall. In the corner there is a playpen set up for anyone who might have decided to bring their snakes. It was a spur of the moment decision and he isn't quite sure how it's going to work out, but hey. At least the snakes have somewhere to play.

But the most standout thing in the room has gotta be a cake. Bro went all out and made a lifesized cake for the occasion. It's chocolate, and it's as tall as a goddamn person. It... looks special, though. It's kind of lopsided, and the icing's thickness is sporadic. And it looks like he might've ran out of icing towards the bottom, because it's definitely not as delicious as the top.

Overall, it could have turned out worse. It does look like it could fall over at any moment, though.

And who even really knows how it tastes.

That isn't the point though! The point is everything is beautiful and it's time for the best party you ever did see.]

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[Bro has to resist the urge to smack his ass as Murdoc gets up and out of bed. The no sex thing definitely would be a thing that stopped being a thing if that were a thing he did. Instead, he just tears his eyes off that remarkable rump and moves off the bed, flash stepping away to grab Murdoc's surprise as Murdoc changes into a pair of pants. He'll be behind Murdoc seconds later, quiet like a ninja.

When Murdoc turns around, he's holding out the unwrapped present.

It's a pillow. A relatively normal, medium sized orange pillow. In violet lettering, there is one word embroidered onto the front of it.

GAY.]

[Murdoc is both saddened and glad about the fact that he didn't. Sex first thing in the morning is great, but he's certain Dirk is up to something and doesn't want to be distracted from it. It's best to cover himself up so that doesn't happen.

Of course, he doesn't hear Bro approach. He rarely does. So when he turns, he nearly jumps backward, placing a hand on his chest as he calms himself.]

Dirk! One of these days you're going to give me a- ..what is that

[He can't help but let out a laugh when he sees that he scared Murdoc. He kinda loves doing that. It's pretty fucking amusing when he does, because being able to sneak up on a trained auror is just the best feeling. And then when Murdoc asks that question, he just fucking grins.]

It's your present!

[He reaches forward, pressing it into Murdoc's hands.]

Isn't it great?

[Murdoc scrunches his face as he's laughed at, taking the pillow into his hands with a wide eyed stare and turning it over so he can look at it and examine it.]

Is statin' the obvious a style trend these days? [He quirks an eyebrow at Bro.] Did you make it yourself?

[Bro watches him look at the pillow, the grin softening into something more affectionate.]

I did, yeah... Turn it over. Really look hard at the back.

[Because in a bottom corner, sewn in red letters, are three little words.

'I love you'.]

I had no idea you were so talented.
[He gives him a sly smile, flipping the pillow over and expecting another silly joke and seeing...that. It's hard not to look surprised.

He stares long and hard at it for a good amount of time before looking up at Dirk with wide eyes. He wants to believe it, of course. But he feels like he needs to hear it said for it to be real.

So, he's going to step closer and give him a curious look.] Dirk?

[The reaction is something Bro had expected, but one that he didn't realize he wasn't quite ready for- in a good way. It just... really cements those feelings. It just makes him fall even harder for Murdoc, in a stupid, sappy sort of way. After their fight, it had taken him a few weeks to realize it, but... The reason he had been so upset, beyond just the feeling of betrayal and stuff, is that it was because when it had happened, he was in love. It had hurt so damn much because it had literally broken his heart. He didn't realize it at the time, but he's come to now... And it makes sense, in retrospect. The way his chest had ached. The way he'd felt like he'd lost a piece of himself, even though he had tried to deny it. It was a lot like how he'd felt after leaving Roxanne. It may have taken a while to really realize and admit to it, but it had hurt because he was in love with the man.

And he still was. It had taken even longer to be able to still admit it after they had made up, because he had been so damn guarded. But slowly he had started realizing that it was still true. He absolutely, completely and utterly loved Murdoc. That never stopped, it was just hiding behind one of his stupid walls that he'd selfishly put back up. Needless to say, when he realized it... It crumbled completely, and all he'd been left with was the realization that he was in love for the second time in his life. It had been a startling realization, one that scared him more than anything else had, but. He couldn't bring himself to pull away at all. He was in too deep, and honestly it felt too good. to want to pull away. Because there had been no one else in his life up until now that he felt so completely comfortable with, so at ease around... It wasn't something that he could imagine just giving up. Not after he already had once in his life, and not after how close he'd come to losing it the second time. No, he was holding onto it with everything he had.

The trouble was just saying it. That part had been scary, and... he hadn't known how to even go about saying it. Not until he'd seen the pillow. He'd made that a while ago. The idea had come after a while of deliberation, and it seemed like the easiest way to do it. It would make it easier to actually say it, if Murdoc saw it first. And it seemed pretty fucking romantic, all things considered. So that's why he decided to do it this way. The excitement over giving it to Murdoc had ended up dulling the nervousness he felt. That is... until Murdoc said his name like that, and he knew it was time to say it for real. And... honestly? It didn't seem quite so hard anymore. Not with that look on Murdoc's face.

Bro steps closer, his eyes locked on Murdoc's. He doesn't have the shades on, and maybe the apprehension he feels is there. But beyond that? In this moment, right now? The look in his eyes confirms the words on the pillow more than saying it out loud ever could. But that doesn't mean he isn't going to say it. He wraps his arms around Murdoc's neck, pressing closer to him, the stupid gay pillow caught between them. He leans in close, his lips ghosting over Murdoc's gently, not quite a kiss. After a few moments, he whispers against them.]

I love you... It's true. I mean it with all my fuckin' heart. Don't ever doubt that.

[If Murdoc's responses are somewhat delayed, it's probably because he's been waiting for this to happen since he said it himself. Admittedly, he'd gone through some selfish and bitter feelings whilst waiting. Between trying to coaxe it out of Dirk to feeling like he'd fucked it up so bad he wouldn't hear it for a long time. He isn't sure why he needed to hear it so badly. It's just three silly little words strung together in a simple sentence, it should have the power to make Murdoc feel so hopeless and fragile. He is a trained auror and he's a man and he's gone through the motions of this before and had it all fall down around him. He survived, too. Going over it again shouldn't make his heart race the way it does.

Yet. When Dirk whispers the three infamous words against his lips he feels as if he could happily die right now from complete satisfaction. Hearing it said and having it stitched down for him to keep gives him a warmer more complete feeling than sex and kissing ever could. Ever since he'd admitted it to Dirk, he'd felt like he'd jumped the gun. Like there was a void and a gap between them that he'd crossed stupidly soon. He wanted to be patient and to wait for Dirk to feel it and feel properly, but he's never been particularly good at waiting.

It's funny, though. He had the advantage of watching Dirk come back to him properly after drifting for that brief time he never wants to think about again. It's even funnier when he thinks even further back to the begining. It's no wonder he's so rubbish at divination, he wouldn't have been able to predict such an outcome after planting his fist into the other man's face. He would never have expected the man who went out of his way to infuriate him would be the one to make him so completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy. He wouldn't give up a feeling like this for the highest social standing or the largest sum of money. He's going to hold onto it for a long time.

Speaking of- He's going to wind his arms around the other man, happy to keep his grey eyes fixed on the orange of Dirk's. He's missed them. They're practically his, after all. Hell, he can safely say they are his eyes now.His eyes on his Dirk who is his boyfriend. Perfect. He tugs his lips up into a smile, pressing their lips together for a short kiss before muttering against Dirk's lips.]

I love you too, angel eyes.

[It really is funny, when you look back at their relationship. How they hated each other so fucking much. How Bro really did go out of his way to inconvenience Murdoc simply for the fun of it at every turn. But then something changed- they both changed. That much is obvious. If it wasn't for the way they both grew and changed as people, then they never would have started working so thoroughly. But they had, and that's obviously the important part. The two had come together in their own developments and made this work despite everything working against them. Honestly, it's probably a sign that they were just meant to be or something sappy like that.

When Murdoc's arms wrap around him, he smiles. He returns the kiss with eagerness, feeling excited and happy rather than awkward like he could have easily felt after admitting something like that. After all, all of his walls have been let down. He's opened himself up completely to Murdoc. And it feels good. Better than good, it feels perfect. He hasn't felt this happy in a long time- he can almost say ever, honestly. Because this is so much different than Roxanne. It's different, and he can even say in a way it's better. Because this time he has no intention of running away. He's given into selfishness and he's in this for the long haul now that he's let all his guards down.

That's just solidified when Murdoc says that after pulling back from their kiss. It actually makes his face grow red, and his grins. The happiness is apparent in his eyes, and he lets out a laugh. His mind goes back to the first time he felt feelings stirring in regards to Murdoc. It had been so confusing back then, Bro not being sure why he felt that way. But then it became apparent that it was because Murdoc just made him feel human. Not like an object. He'd seen what most people deemed freakish, and accepted it. Embraced it. And now loved it. It was and is the best feeling in the world, and one he wouldn't ever trade or give up for anything at all.

He doesn't say anything to it, because there's just nothing to say that could ever possibly express his feelings adequately. The look in his eyes might come close, but the only thing he thinks that could express it now is action. Which is why he presses their lips together again, with a neediness that he hasn't felt in a long time. He wants Murdoc right now. Body, soul and heart. Every way possible. It's been too goddamn long, and now that he's opened up, it's time to do it in the most intimate way possible.

Bro pulls away, just long enough to utter two words that haven't left his lips in a very long time]

Fuck me...

[~~And in that moment Murdoc swore they were infinite~~

The changes seemed to creep up so quickly, but they hadn't happened in an obvious way at all. Little things changed, Murdoc felt more patient and more open. He tolerates a lot more than he'd ever have over a year ago, and he feels as if he might like it? He hasn't laughed and joked around with anyone as much as he has with Dirk. He smiles a lot more and he feels less burdened with all of the miserable events that seem to occur in his life.

He wishes he could tell him how absolutely perfect and adorable he finds him and how often he thinks about their life together and how much he's looking forward to every little part of it. Nothing could make Murdoc happier than knowing he has the absolute monopoly over a person and that they enjoy it. Call him selfish and possessive, he doesn't care. He likes knowing he has someone as special as Dirk all to himself. He's special not just because of those fine eyes that Murdoc is utterly fascinated by, but he's also nothing like anybody Murdoc has ever met. He's so strangely sweet, sincere and endearing whilst being childish and infuriating. Murdoc feels he could be with him a thousand years and not tire of the shit he puts him through.

When Dirk kisses him like that, he feels like he's been hit with a rush of energy and eagerness. He knows what a kiss like that implies and for the first time in a long time he lets his body expect what it's been waiting for this entire time. He hums into the kiss, tightening his arms around Dirk in a possessive little cuddle as he tries to pull away. He nips at his lips, letting out a suggestive growl at the request.

He raises his hands to Dirk's face, pulling him in for a proper, passionate kiss and running his hands through his hair. He steps forward, urging Dirk along with him as he does and walking with a considerable amount of precision for someone walking with another man attached to his face. He doesn't need to say anything, they both know he's more than willing to do what Dirk asks of him.]

[In this moment? He doesn't need to be told all of that. Words can only get you so far, but it's actions that speak louder than anything. And right now, Murdoc's actions are saying more than his mouth ever could- not only because his mouth tends to screw things up for him. Really though, Bro can feel it. He knows how Murdoc feels about him, and he's trying to express all of it wordlessly too, by kissing him intensely and just as passionately as he's being kissed. It's times like this that he's at his happiest, when they're both able to communicate simply through action. When the feelings are raw and unhindered, and when neither of them care about what the other thinks.

The hands in his hair earn a moan, and it doesn't take much to encourage him to move along with Murdoc. He knows exactly where they're going, and he's more than ready for it. It's been too long, and he's more than ready to take this step again and open himself up to Murdoc once more. Now he really feels like they're equals and that Murdoc doesn't think himself as superior. And above all that, he's just fucking horny. He hasn't gotten laid in what feels like years. It's time to fix that.

So he allows himself to be pulled to the bed, letting his hands roam and explore as his tongue does the same in Murdoc's mouth, moaning and nipping every so often just to make it all the better.]

[Murdoc knows how much weight there is in actions. Particularly know when every move either of them makes just feels good and right and like they both know exactly what to do to express exactly how they feel. Yet, he's felt so guilty these past few weeks, he feels like Dirk deserves to hear every sincere and pleasant thought he's ever had about him. But they'd be here all day if he even tried. Perhaps in that sense, actions are a better way of expressing emotions. At least for now. When they're done? He's going to gush at him while engaging in his favourite kind of talk- pillow talk.

He trails his hands through his hair, humming and pulling away to kiss his nose and meet his eyes for a moment before he nudges him backward onto the bed. He presses a knee on the bed so he can begin to straddle him. He grins down at him, becoming increasingly excited about the fact that this is actually happening.

Leaning in, he presses a kiss to his forehead and grinds down gently, moving to mutter into his ear.]

I almost forgot how absolutely gorgeous you look when we're about to fuck.

[Man, if Murdoc actually did try verbalizing all of his feelings, Bro wouldn't really know what to do. It would be embarrassing- the good kind of embarrassing, that just makes you stupidly happy but unsure of what to say. So it's probably a good thing that Murdoc doesn't say any of it right now, because then the sexy moment would be ruin by Bro turning into a mushy pile of goo.

Only that more or less happens when Murdoc says that, and he can't help but grin.]

Is it half as gorgeous as you look all the damn time?

[He says it as he pulls back to look Murdoc in the face, his eyes locked on him and just... taking in the sight of him, before giving him a sly smile and leaning in to press kisses to his throat.]

[One of these days, he'll manage it. He wants Bro to hear it and the idea of making him melt into an adorable pile of goo sounds terribly fun. It's good knowing he has that effect on people. Especially his boyfriend.

He presses a kiss to his cheekbone and grins back at him.]

More. [He smiles down at him, tilting his head to the side as Bro kisses his throat, humming in approval.] S'the most beautiful look I've ever seen. [He grinds his hips down against him.] You're lucky I don't have class this morning.

I think it's you that's lucky. 'cuz if you did, I think you'd miss it.

[His voice is breathy and has a slight quiver to it as Murdoc grinds into him, and he arches his hips to grind back, a low groan escaping as he does so.]

And I find it hard to believe anyone's as fuckin' gorgeous as you are right now. Not even me, and that' saying a lot. [Egotistical? Nah, what're you talking about?]

As if you wouldn't be devastated if I left now.

[He chuckles, moving to pull at Bro's shirt so he can press kisses up his chest, grinding against him all the while. He gives his nipple a soft bite at that comment, chuckling as he tugs the shirt up over the other man's head and smiling down at him.]

If you think I look good now you should be excited for the after glow. [He crinkles his nose in a smile, moving to kiss the side of his face before moving to mutter against his ear.] I'm goin' to fuck you so hard, you're going to have a fuckin' out of body experience. [He chuckles, rolling his hips down in slower movements.] You're gonna need a damn cane for the rest of the month.

I hope that's a promise.

[And it is, because the sex is fantastic and he probably walks funny for at least a few days. Just the way he likes it.]

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