Oh, oh, oh it's magic (Xie and Kevin)

[xie_er]

Zhao Jing used to be a nobody, born into influence and wealth but always in the shadow of those around him. In magical circles he was even worse, a barely-remembered witch that didn't have enough power for any familiar to even consider looking twice at him.

Somehow, though, after many years (and a few suspicious deaths), he's managed to climb his way to the CEO of Five Lakes, his power - of both kinds - growing exponentially.

The previous CEO was surrounded by some unfortunate rumorus before his death, so Zhao Jing has been focused on repairing the reputation of he company and solidifying his support, mundane and magical, which means it is far too delicate a moment for Xie to be in the spotlight, even if he was promised he'd be allowed to stop hiding when the position was in Zhao Jing's hands.

He just has to wait a little longer, that's all, and it's not like it's difficult to only appear in his animal form whenever Zhao Jing is in public, just uncomfortable, and the last thing they need is for somebody to recognise Xie for any of the things he's done to help his witch get where he is today, when his position is still so precarious...

He tells himself all the excuses he's heard from Yifu, repeats them in his head like a mantra as he sits through all the meetings and negotiations, a little black cat and Zhao Jing's feet, watching the men and women he's speaking to for anything Yifu can use. He hangs around when Zhao Jing steps out the room, listens to what they say behind his back - that's his job with normal people, to be a pair of ears they don't realise are there. Even paranoid types who scan for bugs would miss him, which he finds funny, privately, because he is a bug of a sort.

Not that he's allowed to take his original animal form - a scorpion would be out of place if anybody caught sight of him, and Yifu doesn't like the idea of him hiding in pockets or anything like that. He says it's dangerous, that something could happen to him, but Xie privately thinks he just finds the form creepy. Even around other magical people, the cat is preferred - his job with them is to be a reminder that Zhao Jing has a familiar, and a relatively powerful one at that.

It's hard for familiars to change the form they can take, but he did it, for Yifu.

He tells people the cat is called Scorpion, and that somebody else named him - which is technically true, Xie does mean scorpion, and his parents named him - and that he's vaguely embarrassed to have such a fiercely named cat.

(He doesn't tell magical people anything at all, they know Xie isn't a pet so they're less likely to ask, at most they will wonder why his familiar always stays in animal form. Zhao Jing just tells them he's shy. He isn't, he doesn't care about people seeing him, but it's easier to do the things Yifu wants him to do when nobody knows what he looks like)

Xie hadn't always known he was powerful - when Yifu had taken him in he'd been told he wasn't much, but that maybe he could be useful. Later, when some witch had made an offhand comment about it, the story had become that Yifu recognised his power and took him in before anybody else could steal him away, that he just wanted to protect Xie from the people who would use him for his power. Xie was already so far gone by that point that he accepted it, that he told himself he was lucky he had Yifu to protect him, to guide him.

It's funny how easy it is to lie to yourself.

When the meetings are over for the day he finally shifts back to human form, spending a few minutes stretching out the kinks that come from forcing himself into a form that isn't quite his, especially with how much he's had to do it over the last few weeks, and then going in search of something to eat. He could probably just head back to his own apartment since he doesn't think Yifu needs anything else from him, not today, but the outsiders have all left and everybody in Yifu's manor at least knows Xie, even if they don't know that Xie and Scorpion are one and the same, so it's safe to be around them.

He likes to spend as much time here as he can get away with, likes to remind Yifu he can be useful in other ways... and maybe he likes to keep an eye on this new apprentice Yifu has taken on. He doesn't understand why he needs anybody else when he has Xie, but the last time he'd questioned somebody new in the house Yifu hadn't spoken to him for a week, so he doesn't voice that thought out loud - he just watches the guy suspiciously every chance he gets, and wonders how easy he would be to get rid of.

He's halfway to the kitchen when something makes him stop. A tug of power, the vague echo of chanting, there's a ritual happening and something about it is drawing him close. He frowns, confused, and follows the pull...

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[weird_cop]

It's actually unfortunate. Kevin hadn't intended this and it's not why he made the soup.

"Not in a bad way," he adds quickly, trying to reassure Xie as soon as he catches the worry. He's vocal with the knee jerk reassurance but slips into the link for honesty.

"Just... a sense check. Making sure that it was still working for you. That you didn't want anything else."

'Want' is doing a lot ofnwork there and he knows it.

Want... out. Want to step back. Want to look for another witch (Kevin doesn't know how that would work but he'd try.)

Want... more?

[xie_er]

He's still tense about it until the explanation comes, and then he allows himself to relax. This isn't about Kevin not wanting it, it's about Kevin making sure he still wants it...

Right? Not him trying to get Xie to be the one to say it...

He really needs to stop second guessing everything, trying to figure out what the right answer is and just be honest about what he wants.

"I still want this." He says, firm and certain despite the slight delay in answering "I want to be your Familiar. I want you to be my witch."

He wouldn't normally bother phrasing it both ways round, but he's aware how uncomfortable some elements of the bond make Kevin, he doesn't want to remind him of that, would rather make it sound more even.

Anything else, though... did he want something else? Did Xie want to be Kevin's Familiar or just Kevin's - and the reverse, too.

He's been trying to ignore it, he really has, but sometimes it's harder to deny than others.

[weird_cop]

Kevin tilts his head, studying Xie as he thinks, trying to figure out what's going on in Xie's head, to guess at the second guessing, and hope he's right.

"I want to be your witch," he echoes, that slightly unfamiliar phrasing emphasising the two-way nature of the partnership.

"And."

He doesn't trail off, he just says the one word sentence and reaches over to the hand holding Xie's chopsticks, brings them down to the table.

And leaves both hands there.

[xie_er]

Xie stares down at their hands for a long moment like he doesn't quite understand. He's tried so hard to clamp down on those feelings, those desires, so sure that Kevin wouldn't be interested in anything like that, counting himself lucky enough that he wanted Xie at all, but...

He threw himself at Yifu, didn't want to do the same to Kevin, not when some tiny part of him wonders if he was the one who ruined it by being so demanding of his affection - it's a thought he'll never voice, doesn't think he could stand the pitying denial he'd be sure to get. He's needy, he knows it, he wanted Yifu to pay attention to him, to be loyal to him, to acknowledge him - he still hasn't quite come to terms with the idea that those aren't unreasonable things to want.

"Really?" He says, taking the risk to allow the hope in his tone

[weird_cop]

Kevin smiles rather than answering him.

He knows it's ill-advised. He's not over Joe yet. Xie has yet to figure out what a healthy relationship looks like.

And there's a loud voice in his mind saying that the hole he feels - of having someone to talk to, live with, be outside of the life, that doesn't need to be filled with a romantic or sexual partner.

But fuck that, he wants this and he's pretty sure Xie wants it. And its not fair on Xie to put the burden of the first move on him.

Kevin lets go of his hand, but only to take Xie's face in both of his hands and kiss him.

[xie_er]

Any uncertainty and tension just melts out of Xie as their lips meet, as though he couldn't quite believe any of it until that moment.

It's hard to misinterpret that, though. Hard to second guess how right it feels, like something has been just slightly out of sync but now it's clicking into place.

Xie reaches up to curl his hands around Kevin's face in turn, leans into it and parts his lips, seeking to deepen the kiss.

His own thoughts echo Kevin's, a little, they both probably haven't really recovered from their previous relationships, and maybe that makes this a bad idea, but it's hard to convince himself of that fact. Hard to deny that maybe, actually, this is exactly what they need. That maybe they can work through it all together.

[weird_cop]

Kevin smiles against him, shifts his chair closer so that, as awkward as it is, they can still be close, and moves his hand to cup the back of Xie's head, fingers lacing through the braids.

He doesn't need to stop kissing to talk, but he moves his lips anyway, shifting them to Xie's forehead.

"I don't expect to be easy," he says, his mouth staying in place. "But I want to make it work. Whatever it is."

[xie_er]

Xie objects to the kiss stopping, but there's something so warm and affectionate about the gentle press of lips against his forehead that he can't be mad for too long.

He sighs softly, contentedly, and hums out loud in agreement.

"I want that too. I think it will be worth the work, even if it's hard."

It just feels as though they have something special here, something with potential.

[weird_cop]

The relief is so nearly complete that Kevin nearly stops there, content to have made that step. But he moves back, kisses Xie on the mouth again, tenderly and a little hungrily.

"Are you finished with the soup?"

[xie_er]

Technically the answer is no, when it comes to wonton soup he isn't finished until his bowl is empty, but right now he's torn - if he goes back to his soup the kissing will stop.

He thinks, too, that the flavour might be even better when he's tasting it on Kevin's lips. He chases the flavour, not even stopping to respond.

"That depends, did you have something else in mind?"

[weird_cop]

"Nothing that can't wait."

Some things are more important than kissing. And Kevin's really proud of his soup. He brings the abandoned bowl over, but doesn't stop kissing until he's pressed a soup spoon into Xie's hand.

"I like watching you eat."

It's true. And he can be free with those compliments now. He can tell Xie exactly how beautiful he is.

[xie_er]

Xie just huffs a softly amused sigh, but he accepts the spoon and does turn his attention back to the soup.

Mostly.

"Then it's a good job I like eating everything you cook." He replies easily, though there's the tiniest touch of pink to his cheeks at even that small compliment.

[weird_cop]

"That is lucky," Kevin agrees. He pulls his own soup over so he can finish it, but smiles at the pinkness on Xie's cheeks.

Note to self: make Xie blush more.

"Is there anything I haven't made that you want me to try?"

[xie_er]

Xie considers this for a moment but eventually shakes his head.

"You already make my favourite, I don't need anything else. I'm happy to see what you're going to make next"

It's always delicious, and it means he eats things he normally wouldn't even think of, he's more than happy to let Kevin Cook whatever he feels like cooking.

[weird_cop]

"Well, if you do want anything, ask."

Be assertive, demanding even, even if it makes him a bit of a brat, it's okay.

But when Xie's bowl is empty, and Kevin's nearly so, he pushes them aside and leans over for another kiss.

[xie_er]

Xie agrees that he will - and he will, whenever he gets a desire for something on a whim, he'll ask, because he knows Kevin would want him to.

It's another little step, but progress all the same.

He leans into the kiss when it comes, glad of the reminder that they can do this now, already thinking of all those little moments that will be so much better now that kissing is a thing that can be added to them.

[weird_cop]

Kevin is not, traditionally, a 'take it slow' man. He has always been a 'pub and Grindr' man who previously moved straight in with the first guy to ask if he was alright when the weight of magical London hit him.

Now, in theory he'd be more than happy to sweep this beautiful assassin right up into his bed and swallow him up.

But instead he wraps his arms around his shoulders, and enjoys the moment.

"Lisa found some box sets of a terrible old home improvement show."

Cuddling on the couch is another option.

[xie_er]

He isn't sure whether to feel called out or quietly pleased that Kevin has paid enough attention to him to pick up on his interests. He knows he's not subtle about it, but other people (Yifu) certainly never noticed or cared.

He tries to imagine Yifu ever agreeing to curl up on a couch and just watch TV and it almost makes him laugh.

"Sounds perfect." He agrees, wanting nothing more in that moment.

Well. Maybe some things more, but the fact he wants to do more with Kevin than just fall into bed with him - and that Kevin wants it to - makes him happier than he'd care to admit.

It'll be nice, he thinks, to have that kind of comfortable, affectionate contact with someone - that isn't just them leaning against each other because of injuries.

[weird_cop]

Kevin grabs beer from the fridge and happily leads the way into the living room. He leans back on the couch and pulling Xie into the crook of his arm, so he can occasionally just turn and bury his face in his hair.

It's just perfect, he thinks.

[xie_er]

Xie settles against him comfortably, a tiny smile creeping into his face the first time Kevin presses his face into his hair. His hair takes a lot of time and money, he's glad it's being appreciated.

(Also his expensive conditioner smells amazing, if he does say so himself)

The switchblade stays tucked away, instead his fingers idly trace circles on Kevin's thigh, just above his knee. Occasionally, he'll lightly slap his hand down or grip onto his knee instead, whenever he has a strong reaction to something awful (or unbearably 90s) happening on screen.

"How is this man a professional?" He gripes at one particularly egregious example of hideous taste.

[weird_cop]

"The nineties were a very different time."

He's more than happy to make snarky comments, or enjoy Xie's comments, but primarily he's enjoying the sensation if closeness, having someone who feels so comfortable around him that he's expressing opinions through the medium of a hand on Kevin's thigh.

And really this show sucks, he's only watching it for Xie, but it's worth it for the commentary.

[xie_er]

Xie is well aware that this is something Kevin is watching for him, without complaint, and he's really going to have to watch more football, isn't he?

If he can do it cuddled up like this, maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe.

He already knows, though, that he'll even go to a pub. He'll even put his hair in a ponytail, that's how much he appreciates everything Kevin does for him.

"If somebody did that to a room in my house I'd stab them." He says a little later "Look at the colour of it, the blood wouldn't even show up."

[weird_cop]

"The stuff stains dark, though."

Kevin is pragmatic in his approach to stabbing.

"Anyway it'd warp the MDF."

Why is there so much MDF?

[xie_er]

"Serves them right for not using proper wood." Xie sniffs disdainfully.

He wouldn't trust anybody else to decorate his house anyway. He'd decorated his apartment himself whenever he had spare time. He thinks about decorating the safe house again, then realises suddenly that he probably owns his apartment now. And Yifu's mansion. And half a dozen other properties.

Depending on how many of them are still part of the estate, anyway. That's one use for the lawyers at least, they can work all of that out for him.

[weird_cop]

Kevin would be a fan of burning Zhao's mansion to the ground if it came to it. He hasn't really considered Xie's apartment as a future home, but if pressed he might admit to the occasional idle fantasy.

"I take it back anyway I think blood stains would improve that."