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"He must be stopped."
Lee allowed a soft sigh to escape his lips as he finished checking up on Sir Justin's most recent love-bite; Greg had spent absolutely no time in refreshing a wound that had been so close to healing up and leaving perfectly healthy skin behind. At this point, there was no doubt about it- the guy had a sensor for healing bite-marks and an obsession with never allowing them unblemished skin.
"I thought you didn't mind getting bitten by him." none of them did, after all. To Lee, Ace's constant need to keep them all marked up bordered between adorable and incredibly attractive- but, he was a bit of a sucker for that kind of thing, he had come to learn in his older age. "Why do you want him to stop now?"
One hand came up to Justin's throat, touching ever so gently on the bandage Lee had just finished up with. His pale fingers ghosted over the white fabric as a troubled look came onto his face; Justin's pale blue eyes became somewhat stormy and his lips pursed with displeasure. "This was no common-place bite, Travis. This was to mark."
That... was incredibly obvious.
Lee leaned back in his chair to get a good look at his partner, only to find that Justin was glaring down at the ground with turmoil clear on his- oh. His eyes widened for just a moment as he remembered that event before he let out another sigh. Then he leaned forward and clasped Justin's shoulder with his hand, "Any one of the Soldiers would have done the same, you know. None of us like others getting handsy with you."
It was starting to become a much too real problem, he had come to learn. Sir Justin was a beautiful man, no denying it. In their proper time, this hadn't been that big of an issue. These young heroes, though... these newer generations seemed to hold absolutely no regard for the art of subtlety.
"None of you would have bitten me in the neck." Justin wouldn't like to hear Lee calling what his lips did a pout. It was a good thing he couldn't read minds. "At the very most, Ollie would have forced a kiss upon me. But..." he drifted off now, only to sigh. "There was no need for such drastic actions. I am scared I have lost the opportunity to befriend Ladies Ice and Fire due to our friend's actions."
Because he understood both points of views, Lee didn't try and convince Justin that he was wrong to feel the way he did- he could understand him, even, because he wasn't sure if he would take much too kindly to being surprised by a kiss right to the middle of his throat in the middle of a seemingly mundane conversation with fellow heroes. But he also agreed with the cowboy's assessment of Hawk being far too comfortable around Sir Justin, so a little indirect threat wasn't the worst thing for him to have done.
"I'll talk to him." he offered before smiling at the troubled knight, "Would it help if I kissed it better?"
Just like every other time he had offered up such a ridiculous idea, Sir Justin's cheeks lit up with a beautiful dusting of pink hue. He began to blink rapidly and the troubled torment on his face was quickly stolen away by bafflement.
He leaned in to kiss the knight on the cheek before he could get scolded for being far too direct in much too public a space, even though the Watchtower's infirmary was mostly deserted.
There were days in which Pat was very grateful for how willing Greg was to let them know just how much he truly cared about them. There were days, though, in which such willingness only served to trouble his life.
"Greg."
"Nuh-uh."
The cowboy's words came out muffled and he only seemed to press himself even harder against his body, even though that should have been impossible at this point. There was no space in between them anymore; Pat wasn't sure where he ended and his partner began.
With a groan, Pat glanced over at the clock on the bedside table to his left. It glared back at him, taunted him as it allowed him to know that he was already five minutes late- which meant he'd be leaving the house at least twenty minutes late.
There went his Sunday afternoon, it seemed.
"What are you even doing?"
"Keepin' yuh were ya need t'be." what he assumed to be Greg's head nuzzled against his side- he could just imagine the way the guy must have looked as he rubbed his cheek up on him. "Y'need t'rest. So... rest."
He was exaggerating- just like he always did whenever he got like this.
Pat could hear the exhaustion in Greg's voice. And he wasn't about to ignore the fact that they were both probably still aching from the most recent beating they had taken on their past mission together.
The right thing to do would have been to push at Greg- if he was stern enough, the other man would understand it.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes and allowed Greg to win... again.
"I told him not to try it."
From the way that Lee glared at him, Ollie could guess that the older man didn't believe him.
"Why do we leave the both of you alone? Every single time we do, something like this happens."
The incredibly ecstatic giggle that bubbled from Greg's lips at that precise moment was so not the best thing to happen; it wasn't good for Lee's sanity and it certainly wasn't good for Ollie's safety.
"Hey, he was the one that insisted he could drink Etrigan under the table!" sure, he hadn't tried to stop the cowboy, but... it wasn't like he had pushed Greg to take part in the drinking contest.
"B'side, hoeysuc'le-" Greg just barely managed to stumbled into Lee's arms before his legs gave out; Lee caught him with a glare and an annoyed frown on his lips.
It was precisely the kind of frown that was usually turned onto the both of them. Which, at this point, clearly pointed towards Lee's blatant favoritism for Pat and Sir Justin.
"I won."
Ollie guessed that what Greg tried to do was plant a sloppy one on Lee's lips- he missed, though, because he had drank enough to kill a lesser man and instead wound up kissing what little of his neck was exposed.
He should have reminded Lee that Greg had a habit of gnawing on necks when sober; habit that was only worsened when inebriated. But the moment he opened his mouth, Lee sent such a spine-chilling, death-inducing glare his way that he knew better than to say anything.
No matter how hilarious it was, he made sure to stay quiet and muffle his laughter when Lee screeched out a cross between a moan and a shout and absolutely failed in detaching the cuddly menace to society that was an intoxicated Greg Saunders.