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Charlie is a little hungover, which should explain the pot of coffee, big glass of water and pancakes.

The secretive little smile can be explained by how he got the hangover.

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"Yes," Charlie says with Complete and Utter Seriousness. "Because you're warm."

He slips his hand under Darien's shirt.

Puppypout.

"I knew it. You cad."

Deadpan.

Charlie circles Darien's navel with his thumb and kisses Darien firmly. "I'm only using you for your body heat."

"You'll drop me as soon as I invest in a space heater."

And then he turns in Charlie's hold to kiss him full on, straight forward.

"God, I love you."

...Charlie has no idea what it means that he cen even joke like that. That's the kind of faith he has in them, in Charlie. That's the kind of trust.

"I'm sure I could find another use for you," Charlie murmurs and kisses him.

It would be incorrect to say Charlie takes nothing seriously. He takes this very seriously. He takes Darien very seriously.

But he loves, and he teases because he loves. Anything to make him smile.

"Love you too." He leans his forehead against Darien's. "Love you so much."

He just breathes for a few moments, for a few minutes, before he looks at Charlie, looks in his eyes.

"Kevin just...said something silly. Said how someone hadn't wanted to leave till I got there. He didn't mean it like that, hell, I even know he didn't...but it just...it hit me and I couldn't talk to him after that. I disappeared."

A kiss, loving and slow.

"That's what...that's what had me upset."

Charlie sighs, runs his lips lightly over Darien's, and says, "Brothers suck sometimes."

And his eyes close, close tight and he holds onto Charlie almost hard enough to hurt.

"What about when they're right?"

"It depends on what they're right about, don't you think? Look. Nobody can hurt you like family. Nobody knows you as well, nobody else knows what buttons to push, nobody knows your weak places.

"That sometimes the people who love you best do their best to hurt you . . . that sucks. It's family, but it still sucks."

He loves his brother. He wants to strangle him sometimes, but he does love him.

He nods.

"He didn't mean it. I know he didn't."

He feels the need to say this a few times.

"He didn't mean it."

"Still hurts."

"Want me to beat him up for you?"

He suddenly pulls back and looks at Charlie with eyes wide...

Before cracking up.

"Uh, babe? That'd be, uh, something of a slaughter. Kev's about as useful in a fight as a Kooshball."

"Just thought I'd offer." The laughter is good.

He shrugs and settles in Charlie's arms.

"You a fighter, Charlie?"

Now it's just idle conversation.

"Had to defend myself somehow." He makes a fist and does an ineffectual punch in the air.

The fist is pulled back and kissed on each and every knuckle.

"Yeah."

He's never learned how to defend himself. He's strong and he's fast and he's graceful...but he doesn't know a damn thing about how to keep his ass from being beat. He's getting a little better, considering his profession, but he's still pretty pathetic at it.

"Gonna be my big strong man and defend my honor, baby?"

Grin.

"Yes I am," Charlie says proudly. "You've got a working-class Manc looking after you now. Nobody'll mess with you."

"As long as it's you, I oughta be just fine."

A grin and a kiss and a hand run over Charlie's arm.

Charlie flexes his arm and grins at him. "This arm is yours."

Charlie's bicep is kissed with utmost reverence before a tongue is flicked at the underside of Charlie's arm.

Charlie Does Not squeal like a little girl.

So very, very ticklish.

No, he squeals like a Charlie.

And Darien eats it up. And by that, we mean he begins to tickle Charlie mercilessly.

"Ack! No--Darien--please--don't--" He tries to fend him off but it's hard when you're laughing so hard you can't breathe.