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WHO Damon Sharpe (

kissandspell) and Mat Linck (

saltandbattery)
WHAT A magical prodigy and a magic battery love each other very much
WHEN after the whole battery reveal and also after Mat starts learning about what Damon's magic really is
WHERE places
WHY because

Damon was out early, the magisters who oversaw his magical development shooing him out after one too many explosion had occurred...accidentally. He knew how they didn't want to deal with some punk who thought he knew everything he needed to know about magic and preyed upon their misconceptions. He was well aware of his faults and weaknesses, despite the show he put on, and decided to take advantage of them to at least get out of training. Today wasn't really important in the grand scheme of things. No birthdays to celebrate, no holidays nor important events. All he wanted to do was go see Mat in a situation that wasn't his magical duties and instead get to be with him in a more intimate manner.

Heading to where he could usually find Mat during the day, he came up behind him and gave him a hug. They were usually together lately, but on official business as the future archmage and his bodyguard battery. All he wanted was to be best friends and lovers at the moment, thus the ending class with explosions so that he could meet up with said best friend slash lover and have his wicked way with him.

"If it isn't my favorite person in the whole wide world," he said sweetly against his hair, breathing in his scent deeply. "Would you like to come with me so we can spend some proper time together, maybe fill you up with my magic?"

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What Mat had been doing wasn't so important. It was a lot of posturing and lessons in matters he never expected of himself, but completed dutifully for the sake of his best friend. A bodyguard wasn't his dream job, but staying around Damon as often as they could get away with definitely counted as a dream itself. Right now he was on break, and his own duties were so much less compared to the training the magisters went through. Playing hookie wasn't going to mess him up whatsoever.

It seemed as though nowadays, Mat couldn't go any time at all without some sort of magic residing inside of him. It was as if he had been living his life without blood or air to fill him and now he felt alive, clearheaded in ways he didn't realize he had not been. There was a threshold of how much he could hold comfortably, without pain, and they were still learning where that line really was... but for all the pain filling him over brought, Mat would never say no to adding more and learning about it.

With a small grin, he leaned back into Damon's arms and looked up to him. "Is that all we've come to?" he teased. "Where's the love, the passion?"

Shifting enough so that he could crane his neck and give Damon a kiss, he added, "Hi, you."

There was a soft laugh at Mat's response. He could tell it was teasing and didn't take it seriously, giving him first a squeeze into the hug so that Mat would know he understood. Being known as a hotheaded punk meant that there were misunderstandings, though Mat had known him long enough that they were past that sort of thing. Didn't stop Damon from making sure though.

"If you don't think that's love and passion, then you must really be confused about our relationship," he said, teasing right on back, hands moving down to rest comfortably on his crotch just as Mat kissed him. "Hi back at you, handsome. I'm going to take that as a yes."

Not much of what Mat said wasn't teasing, even if often it was laced with truth. That was only because he knew Damon never took it to heart, but often learned from the intent of his statements anyway. Or, at least, learned how pretend that he had. When Damon's arms shifted, he merely continued to lean and gave him a teasing look full of entertainment.

"Impatient," he said, chiding playfully. There was no reason to be censuring but it was just the type of person he was. He was harsh because he cared. "That's definitely a yes, but assure me you aren't just skipping out on important magister business first."

"I've been in a stuffy old classroom with a stuffy old man learning about basic magic theory. You can't be surprised that I'm more than a little bit impatient," he said as he started to press and rub his palm against Mat's crotch, wanting to change the discussion to more fun things than mild teasing.

"I got the rest of the day off. Magisters couldn't stand me when I kept blowing things up during practice, so they let me out early," Damon explained in a tone that held some amusement. He had no shame in letting his best friend know that he literally annoyed a teacher enough to get the rest of the day off. "Important magister stuff isn't until tomorrow when they want me to go speak to the current archmage. You'll be there for that, since you're my bodyguard."

Considering they weren't exactly in private, Mat took the hand and tried to still it with a thumb rubbing along Damon's pulse point gently but firm. They were going to have to move somewhere else if Damon really wanted his show.

"I know about that one," he said wryly. It was on his own schedule, but he could never tell what else those older pricks wanted of his friend more often than not. The fact that Damon already knew the song and dance in getting whatever he wanted out of them seemed to have passed them by, and it meant Mat only had Damon's own report to go off of when he wanted to know his schedule. "It's just a meet and greet, right? No big prep beforehand or anything."

That little bit of contact was enough to make Damon pull his hand away and move it up into Mat's hair instead, threading his fingers through it comfortably. This would be better until they got somewhere private where Damon could have his way with him. He could feel the build up of magic itch against his skin in a way that drove him crazy. He had to get rid of it soon or he'd start feeling a little bit drunk from it.

"Nothing we need to worry about," Damon answered with a light tone. This was just routine check ins to see whether or not Damon's magical tutoring was progressing as well as the archmage was hoping and Damon was pretty sure he was doing just fine on the magical front. "You might get checked to see if we need to expand your capacity again, but I doubt it. You've been doing fine normally."

That shift in position got Mat to lean back in his seat, heave a contented sigh. Even if they were talking a bit more seriously now, he wasn't forgetting where they were actually headed. They had been friends for far too long to get distracted from splitting the conversation. Especially when the original one would lead to something fun and entertaining.

"Whatever the case, I'll take care of it," he said simply. Mat had no intention of running from his duties now that it was known that he could do something so simple and necessary to Damon's continued health. Stretching his soul out in painful increments to hold more and more of Damon's magic at a time was a small price to pay in the long run, and Mat was nothing if not practical. "We should probably have fun where we can before that happens again, though."

With Mat leaning back, Damon moved himself to sit sideways in his lap, hand still in his hair and leaning in to kiss his cheek. Right now, the ball was in Mat's court to get things moving since Damon gave the suggestion of what they could do while he didn't have magic classes to deal with.

"I figured you'd like the warning ahead of time," he replied with a shrug. Damon was aware of how much it hurt him and he wanted to make sure that his best friend was either prepared or was able to have the chance to bow out beforehand. He gave Mat a wide grin and nuzzled his cheek affectionately. "Hey, you know I'm down for fun. Want to head home so we can have time to ourselves with no interruptions?"

"Home sounds like a good idea," Mat said, shifting now that Damon had placed himself. He stood with a grunt, picking Damon up in a bridal carry and grinning down at him. It was a bit more of a romantic position than either of them could claim to fancy, but considering their new plans it made for a fine topic of teasing.

All that training as Damon's new bodyguard wasn't going to waste, either. Mat could actually carry him back all the way now, what with the regimens and forced workouts. It was fun in its own way and challenging, so he had no complaints there. Now was the time for them to goof around.