[ There is no one in this world that commands Gilgamesh. He is beholden to no mortal man, bows to no god, and does not bend before a force of nature. He is absolute, he is stubborn, he is Gilgamesh--
And when Diarmuid put him out of his own house so that he could spend some time alone with his dearest friend, 'no Alphas allowed', he went with only a minimum of Enkidu twisting his ear. He'd had a good time hanging out with his dearest friend, of course--he and Enkidu were an unstoppable force all their own, and any other time the two of them set out together, it'd be the kind of outing that would leave at least one bar closed for repairs and more than a few pretty things packed up in the backseat of the car, ready to go back to Gilgamesh's palatial mansion--
But no, no. Gilgamesh was a married man, now, and a father to be in less than a month. He drank sparingly and enjoyed his old friend's presence with only a minimum of good-natured flirtation with everything pretty that cast eyes at him, but the car was empty of but the two of them as they made their way home from their last stop.
When Gilgamesh sauntered into his home (the house he'd been put out of) he found himself stopping in the doorway, holding his packages. There was a divine scent in the air, the kind of thing that immediately washed away your stress and pleased the senses--something to be savored and appreciated in the moment it was found, and so Gilgamesh paused to breathe deep and sigh, dreamily.
[Truth be told, it was difficult to be able to get into a comfortable Omega mood, even with being the husband of Gilgamesh and being mated to him and pregnant with his first child. If there was an Alpha hanging around, it made it almost impossible. What Diarmuid needed was the company of another Omega, and someone who also was pregnant would make things better.
So, yes. He did have to kick Gilgamesh out. But it was only for a day, and he would be let in later tonight for dinner. But Diarmuid asked nicely for him to leave. And Enkidu definitely gave it a push.
Thank god for him.
When Gilgamesh returned that evening, Diarmuid was in the kitchen baking lots of sweet things for the holidays. He was wearing the biggest Christmas sweater and sweatpants, showing off his giant bump and how close he was to popping. When Gilgamesh entered and stood at the door, he didn't say anything.
Letting his husband relax is key. Diarmuid is going to enjoy himself right now, humming lightly as he works.]
[ There's something about a pregnant Omega--about a pregnant Diarmuid--that sets Gilgamesh at ease. He can feel the tension melting out of his frame and demeanor as he watches his husband bustle about their kitchen. The smell of baked goods is next to divine, especially as it mingled with the scent of a happy Omega... Gilgamesh gave a pleased little sigh, eyes falling closed as he drunk in the moment and let the stress of the day and his usual demeanor just melt off.
And then Enkidu kicked him in the ass because he was blocking the door, and it was fucking cold outside. He laughed as he stumbled forward, trading a few shoves and swipes with his beloved friend as they went about shedding coats and boots, providing a noisy backing track to the sounds of Diarmuid's domestic bliss.
After he's done taking his jacket off, Gilgamesh makes his way into the kitchen--though, once again, he simply stops at haunting the doorway. It seems... impolite to just barge into an Omega's workspace. Dangerous, even. ]
You certainly smell like you've been busy, my love. Did Cu make it home okay?
[ He grins as he saunters into his own kitchen, given permission by the omega ruling roost there. Gil makes his way to his mate, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling in against him, taking in his scent, kissing at his bond mark, hand coming to rest on his bump. ]
Again? [ There's a pause, and then--] Wait, were the two of you moving furniture? Ozy's going to have Cu's ass and I'm going to--
[ And then he's being kissed and cuddled on up to, grumbling a little against Dia's lips as he draws his mate close, arm around him. The promise of butter cake is... tempting. ]
Butter cake sounds nice... but seriously, if you did any heavy lifting, you're in trouble.
[ Somewhere, Cu's probably getting his ass consigned to bedrest courtesy of Dr. Ozymandias, so all is good and right in the world. Gilgamesh seems mollified; Diarmuid's not the type to lie to get out of consequences. ]
Good. Then I will permit you to feed me your delicious creations, with no looming threat of punishment.
[ ... he might still spank Diarmuid in bed later. Just a little. ]
[ Obediently, Gilgamesh sits down to take the butter cake, picking it up like a savage to take a bite--it takes too long to get to a fork, so there. He chews, eyes closing as he tastes the cake--the moist cake, the light flavor, sweet on his tongue... ]
Ah... I'm relieved. I was worried it wouldn't be as good as the ones you've had.
[If Gilgamesh loves it, it makes him feel better about all the effort he put into it. And he's certainly going to put far more effort into them from now on.]
[ Cu dropped a kiss on Ozy's temple as he departed, giving a wave over his shoulder. ]
Have a good time, guys!
[ And with that he was in his car and on his way before his lover could protest, turning his heat on full blast as he drove through increasingly familiar streets on the good side of town, wipers brushing away the occasional flake of snow. It wasn't that he didn't like Ozy's kids from his first (couple of) matings, but the kids were definitely still pretty unsure of their pops' newest squeeze--and hey, rightfully so. Besides, sometimes you just wanted to hang out with your old man with no third wheel, so Cu found himself somewhere to be.
... and that somewhere to be coincided with kicking Gilgamesh out, so it was a win win in Cu's book. He tapped in the gate code to Dia's shiny new mansion home, driving up the ridiculous driveway so that he could park as close to the door as he could. He grabbed the bag he'd brought from home and hopped out of his car, trotting up to the door to ding the bell. ]
Hey, Diarmuid! I'm here! [ He called, doing a little jiggle-jog to keep warm, one hand on his belly and the other clutching his bag. ]
[Diarmuid desperately needed some time with his best friend. He invited him over first thing in the morning so that they could have the day together. Knowing when Cu had his day off made this much easier. Plus, he was certain Ozy might like some time with just his kids. So, he got Gil out of the house and made it so just him and Cu could have some fun together.
He opened the door, dressed in his comfiest sweater and sweatpants, showing off hos big and round he was, laughing and pulling him in.]
Come in, come in! We've got so much to do today!
[Mostly cuddling, nest building, and eating sweets.]
[ It was nice just hangin' out with his best friend, you know? No alphas, no pants, and nothing but a whole day of just indulging themselves together as they grumbled about pregnancy and made a whole bunch of food to snack on. ]
What's first on the menu? [ As he sets his bag down and drops his keys, already wiggling out of his coat. ]
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And when Diarmuid put him out of his own house so that he could spend some time alone with his dearest friend, 'no Alphas allowed', he went with only a minimum of Enkidu twisting his ear. He'd had a good time hanging out with his dearest friend, of course--he and Enkidu were an unstoppable force all their own, and any other time the two of them set out together, it'd be the kind of outing that would leave at least one bar closed for repairs and more than a few pretty things packed up in the backseat of the car, ready to go back to Gilgamesh's palatial mansion--
But no, no. Gilgamesh was a married man, now, and a father to be in less than a month. He drank sparingly and enjoyed his old friend's presence with only a minimum of good-natured flirtation with everything pretty that cast eyes at him, but the car was empty of but the two of them as they made their way home from their last stop.
When Gilgamesh sauntered into his home (the house he'd been put out of) he found himself stopping in the doorway, holding his packages. There was a divine scent in the air, the kind of thing that immediately washed away your stress and pleased the senses--something to be savored and appreciated in the moment it was found, and so Gilgamesh paused to breathe deep and sigh, dreamily.
Now this, this smelled like home. ]
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So, yes. He did have to kick Gilgamesh out. But it was only for a day, and he would be let in later tonight for dinner. But Diarmuid asked nicely for him to leave. And Enkidu definitely gave it a push.
Thank god for him.
When Gilgamesh returned that evening, Diarmuid was in the kitchen baking lots of sweet things for the holidays. He was wearing the biggest Christmas sweater and sweatpants, showing off his giant bump and how close he was to popping. When Gilgamesh entered and stood at the door, he didn't say anything.
Letting his husband relax is key. Diarmuid is going to enjoy himself right now, humming lightly as he works.]
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And then Enkidu kicked him in the ass because he was blocking the door, and it was fucking cold outside. He laughed as he stumbled forward, trading a few shoves and swipes with his beloved friend as they went about shedding coats and boots, providing a noisy backing track to the sounds of Diarmuid's domestic bliss.
After he's done taking his jacket off, Gilgamesh makes his way into the kitchen--though, once again, he simply stops at haunting the doorway. It seems... impolite to just barge into an Omega's workspace. Dangerous, even. ]
You certainly smell like you've been busy, my love. Did Cu make it home okay?
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[He could smell Gilgamesh as he was coming in, so he didn't mind at all that he was standing at the doorway.
Grinning, he turned to look at him, he places a baking sheet on the counter with a hum.]
I'm glad you're here, however... I missed you.
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[ He grins as he saunters into his own kitchen, given permission by the omega ruling roost there. Gil makes his way to his mate, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling in against him, taking in his scent, kissing at his bond mark, hand coming to rest on his bump. ]
What did I miss out on during my exile?
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[He moved to steal Gilgamesh's lips, fingers moving up to curl into his hair and letting out a hum.]
I saved you the sweets, including the butter cake I made.
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[ And then he's being kissed and cuddled on up to, grumbling a little against Dia's lips as he draws his mate close, arm around him. The promise of butter cake is... tempting. ]
Butter cake sounds nice... but seriously, if you did any heavy lifting, you're in trouble.
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[Not that Cu didn't try. Because it's Cu. Cu always tries.]
But we did create a list so that you and Ozy could get it all moved later.
[He didn't say that they'd move it. Gil and Ozy would hire people to move it and to make Diarmuid satisfied.]
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Good. Then I will permit you to feed me your delicious creations, with no looming threat of punishment.
[ ... he might still spank Diarmuid in bed later. Just a little. ]
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Please, try it. I want to know what you think.
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Divine, beloved. You've outdone yourself.
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[If Gilgamesh loves it, it makes him feel better about all the effort he put into it. And he's certainly going to put far more effort into them from now on.]
I'll make it again for you this week.
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[ Gilgamesh locks eyes with him, taking another bite of the cake very purposefully, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. ]
You're going to fatten me up on cake.
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[So he's not denying it at all. Humming lightly.]
I just know you've had a lot of butter cake in your life. I could only hope to be as impressive.
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[ He's laughing at the concept, smirking slightly as he continues to eat his cake. ]
Anything you do gets a bonus merely for that fact. The rest of its merits are only amplified by your dutifulness.
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[He smiles softly, moving to steal a kiss and a bite of the cake.]
You make it all worth the while.
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[ He lightly pinches Diarmuid's side as he noms the cake after a kiss, laughing as he moves to tug his mate into his lap. ]
Even if you are a thief!
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[Laughing, he presses his face against Gilgamesh's body, letting out a low hum as he snuggles into him.]
My handsome Alpha.
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Have a good time, guys!
[ And with that he was in his car and on his way before his lover could protest, turning his heat on full blast as he drove through increasingly familiar streets on the good side of town, wipers brushing away the occasional flake of snow. It wasn't that he didn't like Ozy's kids from his first (couple of) matings, but the kids were definitely still pretty unsure of their pops' newest squeeze--and hey, rightfully so. Besides, sometimes you just wanted to hang out with your old man with no third wheel, so Cu found himself somewhere to be.
... and that somewhere to be coincided with kicking Gilgamesh out, so it was a win win in Cu's book. He tapped in the gate code to Dia's shiny new mansion home, driving up the ridiculous driveway so that he could park as close to the door as he could. He grabbed the bag he'd brought from home and hopped out of his car, trotting up to the door to ding the bell. ]
Hey, Diarmuid! I'm here! [ He called, doing a little jiggle-jog to keep warm, one hand on his belly and the other clutching his bag. ]
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He opened the door, dressed in his comfiest sweater and sweatpants, showing off hos big and round he was, laughing and pulling him in.]
Come in, come in! We've got so much to do today!
[Mostly cuddling, nest building, and eating sweets.]
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[ It was nice just hangin' out with his best friend, you know? No alphas, no pants, and nothing but a whole day of just indulging themselves together as they grumbled about pregnancy and made a whole bunch of food to snack on. ]
What's first on the menu? [ As he sets his bag down and drops his keys, already wiggling out of his coat. ]
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I think we should start out something sweet... how about cake?
[He had Gilgamesh pick up a lot of things for them, and really has nothing planned out.]