such a fool for sacrifice

[notapaladin]

Acatl knows he shouldn't keep doing this. Teomitl doesn't - can't possibly - return his feelings, no matter how many times he rolls across Acatl's mat. But gods, it feels so good that he almost doesn't care. Every time, Teomitl smiles and asks if he wants company, and every time Acatl - weak, foolish, selfish Acatl - grinds his heart and his vows underfoot and says yes.

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We can’t keep doing this.

Acatl rolled over, staring at the darkened ceiling without seeing it. His blood still simmered with heat, but the dull ache in his overtired limbs and other places said there would be no more activity tonight, thank you, even if Teomitl woke and proposed another round. Two was his absolute limit, and he knew he’d overtaxed himself. Oh, not physically—he’d been far more wrung-out than this even with all his clothes on—but in all the other ways that mattered, it had been two rounds too many.

Then again, he’d told himself that last week, too, on a night just like this, when he’d pulled out and caught his breath and silently vowed never to repeat the experience no matter how warm and beguiling Teomitl was, but this time he meant it. He was a priest. He’d been sworn to celibacy. And even if he hadn’t, Teomitl would be sure to grow bored eventually; he wouldn’t fool himself into thinking he was such a great lover as to continue to tempt the man once he was Revered Speaker.

Even though it hadn’t seemed to take much, he mused. He was still naked. There was a tender spot on his throat that would be a bruise come morning, and when he shifted he could feel fresh scratches sting at his hips and shoulders. From that first careful, hesitant kiss they’d shared, he’d foolishly anticipated Teomitl as being shy on the mat, but nothing could have been farther from the truth. The man was a jaguar, and every time they fell into bed together only proved it. That first taste of sizzling desire had awoken an answering flame in him; he’d heard that breathless, beloved voice pant more and harder and gods, gods, Acatl-tzin, and he’d striven to give him exactly what he wanted, chasing his own pleasure along the way and reveling in the way Teomitl responded. Just once, he would be selfish, and then it would never happen again.

But they’d been lying together afterwards, sweaty and sticky and spent, and Teomitl had grinned and asked if he was satisfied—

He’d never lied to him. “No,” he’d said. “Not yet.”

He still wasn’t. It had been weeks of this, and he still wasn’t satisfied. He drew in a long, slow breath. Distantly, he thought he should probably regret it more; he’d made vows, hadn’t he? Vows he’d determined to break before Teomitl had ever looked at him with hunger in his eyes, vows which he continued to break in his heart whenever Teomitl stretched or smiled or touched even the littlest finger of his hand. And all for a moment’s pleasure. No matter that it made his toes curl and his blood sing, no matter that Teomitl held him close and stroked his hair afterwards as though they were more than what they were; he was disgusting. Foolish. Selfish beyond words, to think he could have this dalliance forever.

He grimaced. He may want me, but he doesn’t love me. He can’t possibly. What is there to love? If this keeps going, it’ll only hurt us both. I should...in the morning, we should talk. Break this off like adults, before we get too attached.

They should. That would be the rational, logical thing to do. Indeed, the rational and logical part of his mind was busily applauding his decision.

But.

But.

Beside him, Teomitl was—for once—slumbering peacefully. He didn’t always; there were nights he tossed and turned until dawn, only quieting when Acatl held him tightly. Worse yet were the nights his dreams turned dark, when he woke with tears in his eyes or a cry of terror on his lips, when Acatl could do nothing but pet his shoulders and hair and back until his breathing evened out and he murmured an apology into his chest—as though he could possibly help the nightmares, as though it was something to apologize for! Even the memory made him huff, annoyed, though it looked as though they’d have nothing to fear tonight. Teomitl insisted he slept better by Acatl’s side, and maybe it was true.

He rolled over on his side, gazing at his lover’s sleeping face. Asleep he looked softer, more vulnerable, and it made Acatl feel impossibly tender. Not for the first time, he felt the urge to kiss him—but that would wake him, and Teomitl needed his sleep. He was much happier and calmer when he got enough of it, and Acatl had found there was a certain joy in being woken at dawn not by the blaring of the conch shells but by a tender caress and a drowsy murmur of his name.

How can I give this up? It was impossible. He thought he could maybe live without the sex; returning to a chaste and celibate life would be a terrible wrench and he’d miss the bone-deep shock of knowing himself alive, but he could survive without the thrill of Teomitl’s naked body in him, around him, tangled together all the ways two bodies could be. It would be like turning his veins to stone, but he could do it if he had to.

There was no way he could live without this. Laying beside Teomitl in the dark, watching the rise and fall of his chest; like this, he could pretend that there was nothing to worry about. That they were safe. In daylight, he knew Tizoc was still Emperor and they’d never be truly safe until Teomitl was on the throne, but in the stillness of the night he could forget all of his fears and just...be. He slid one hand over the mat so that just their fingertips touched; Teomitl twitched in his sleep, curling in closer to him. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Attached? Is that what I’m worried about? He scoffed softly at himself, shaking his head. It was too late for that. I love him. If this is the only way I can have him, then I will.

He closed his eyes, but sleep didn’t come until the first gray light of dawn filtered in.

In a way, it was better that they were both busy men. It was harder to miss him when Acatl was up to his elbows in a suspicious corpse or standing vigil over half a dozen funerals; even when he had free nights, he was all too often exhausted to the point where he couldn’t think about anything, never mind Teomitl’s smile or hands or lean, powerful body. Even bringing himself off was too much of an effort sometimes. When temptation wasn’t standing in front of him, he could almost fool himself into thinking it had never existed.

Almost.

Then he caught sight of a fading love bite, or woke with the disconcerting sense that his sleeping mat was too wide and empty, or sat down to a solitary meal before realizing he’d set an extra plate, and he thought, Right. I’m an idiot.

Because Teomitl was happy with his wife, regardless of whatever they did on the mat, and so surely he wasn’t thinking of Acatl in his own spare time. When they met for dinner at the Duality House, he acted for all the world as though they’d never been intimate, smiling at Acatl like a friend and holding Mihmatini’s hand. Acatl hadn’t been able to meet his sister’s eyes since the day Teomitl had come to his mat, and so the meal tasted like ashes in his mouth. Of course, he was the only one; Teomitl was applying himself to his food with gusto, and Mihmatini kept heaping more on his plate and telling him to keep his strength up. Which she can do, because she’s his wife and he loves her, Acatl thought. It was as bitter as the greens he was eating.

He didn’t know if Mihmatini knew. He thought she probably did—he vaguely recalled Teomitl mentioning it that very first night, though then they’d been somewhat distracted with trying to get each other’s clothes off—but he wasn’t sure. They hadn’t discussed it. If he was a better man, that fact alone would have given him pause, but he was selfish and weak and so he wouldn’t be the first one to bring it up. By the way, I’m fucking your husband— no. No, he wouldn’t do that. Besides, if Mihmatini had been upset by it she would have made the matter known in an extremely pointed fashion, and she was too perceptive to be wholly unaware.

It was a quiet meal, but Teomitl flashed him a smile when they both reached for the same last skewer of frog legs, and he couldn’t help smiling back even as heat rose in his face. Mihmatini glanced from one of them to the other and lowered her head, but not before he caught the unreadable look in her eyes. Ah, he thought dully. She definitely knows. It didn’t make him feel any better.

After the plates had been cleared away, he rose to leave. Teomitl followed him to the outer gates. They didn’t speak until he reached them, and when Teomitl broke the silence his voice was soft.

“...Acatl, I was wondering...”

“Mm?” His chest hurt to look at him. This is it. This is how he ends this. It sent a chill down his spine, and he had to swallow just to keep his delicious meal from coming right back up. He’d known, looking at Mihmatini, that he couldn’t compete.

Teomitl chewed on his lower lip, not quite managing to meet Acatl’s eyes. “...Do you want company tonight?”

He inhaled slowly. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. That way just lay pain. He should turn him down, go to his mat alone, let Teomitl sleep with his wife tonight. He should be good and chaste and reasonable. But he’d been watching Teomitl all night, unable to tear his eyes away from the curve of his smile or the quick, sure way he moved, and he was feeling far from reasonable. And chastity—well. He’d already broken those vows to pieces and ground them under his heel. He couldn’t break them any further.

He nodded.

The water he bathed himself in was cold, but that didn’t matter; he’d be warm soon enough. Teomitl would definitely see to that.

He always did.

As if the wistful thought had summoned him, the entrance curtain jingled as Teomitl stepped in. Acatl turned at the sound of his footsteps and felt a corner of his traitorous heart lift. His lover was smiling, rich and warm as the sun. “Acatl.”

“...Hello.” Before he could follow it up with anything reckless like I missed you, Teomitl was in his arms and quite effectively stealing the words from his mouth with a long, hungry kiss that led to another, and another, until he was pressed against the nearest wall and unable to think of anything but the heat of Teomitl’s body against his. His lover’s hands were in his hair, keeping him in place; his own had wound up at Teomitl’s hips, pulling him closer yet. He was half hard already, and all they’d done was kiss; when Teomitl lowered his head to nip at his throat, he was startled into a gasp.

Teomitl drew back just enough to grin wickedly at him. “Mmm. See something you like?” When he shifted to press a thigh between Acatl’s legs, Acatl’s breath left him in a hiss.

“Yes.” He’d been celibate for fifteen years. It had been easy, when he hadn’t fully known what he was missing. Now Teomitl’s eyes were alight with a filthy challenge, and his erection was a hot weight against his hip, and he knew he wouldn’t go back willingly. Teomitl would surely tire of him eventually, but until then he’d take what was offered for as long as he could. Unconsciously, his grip on Teomitl’s hips tightened hard enough to bruise.

His lover’s breath caught audibly, eyes widening. “Tell me,” Teomitl breathed. “Tell me what you want.”

And then—gods, then he licked his lips, and the wave of arousal that pulsed through Acatl almost swamped him. His cock throbbed. At least it was a request he could honor even with the shreds of higher thought currently remaining to him. “You.” And then, in a rush that made his voice shake, he snapped, “On your knees.” I can be selfish this one last time. Just one more time.

Teomitl sucked in a breath. “Oh, gods yes.”

For a moment, Acatl thought he’d drop to his knees right there—it would hardly be the first time—but instead he trailed his fingers down his chest in the exact way that made him shiver. Oh, this is going to be a slow night then. Sometimes Teomitl wanted to take his time, and Acatl was always happy to let him.

Calloused fingers came to rest on the knot of his loincloth and stopped. Teomitl looked up at him, eyes gleaming wickedly. “Mmm. I have an idea. Want me to fuck you tonight?”

He felt his face burn; he’d never be able to get over how Teomitl could just say things like that. Still...oh, it had been a while, and his body had definite opinions on what it had been missing. Even the idea made his blood pound in his veins. Not trusting his voice, he nodded.

“Excellent. Let me get the oil.” He drew away; Acatl followed him with his eyes, breath catching in his throat at the way flickering torchlight outlined each curve of muscle. Teomitl stripped without an ounce of shame, leaving his clothes where they fell. When he finally knelt at Acatl’s feet, the hunger in his eyes stole his breath. He’d thought Teomitl would be slow, but there was no hesitation in the way he skimmed his palms up Acatl’s thighs and undid his loincloth to bare him to the night air. His voice was a low purr. “I’ve always wanted to use my mouth and my hands on you at the same time, you know. You deserve all the pleasure in the world.”

“Teomitl!” He was blushing again. You keep saying that. You keep saying that—as though it’s true— But there was warm breath wafting across the head of his cock, tantalizingly close, and his thoughts scattered in the wake of a surge of heady lust. He was glad now that he’d braced himself against the wall.

Teomitl smiled up at him, almost innocently. “It’s true.”

Then he pressed his lips to the crease of Acatl’s thigh, and Acatl shuddered. He was so hard it ached. “...Didn’t you say you had something else to do with your mouth?”

Teomitl hummed in acknowledgment, eyes fluttering closed. “Mmm.”

He’d known it was coming, but the actual feeling of a hot, wet mouth closing around the head of his cock still knocked all the air out of his lungs. A hand came to rest on top of Teomitl’s head almost without him realizing it; it was only by sheer force of will that he didn’t close it into a fist yet. He was being selfish, but at the least he could let Teomitl set the pace.

Teomitl didn’t make him wait long. He bobbed his head to take him in further, letting out a faint whine that reverberated through Acatl’s skin. Then he started using his tongue, and Acatl forgot about self-restraint; his back arched to push himself deeper, fingers tightening in Teomitl’s hair, and Teomitl took it. Eagerly. When he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, Acatl groaned out loud. “Nnnh, gods...” More, he thought dizzily. I want more.

His lover seemed to read his mind. Letting out another one of those intoxicating whines, he relaxed his jaw and swallowed him whole. Acatl jolted, head thumping back against the wall at the sudden slick heat engulfing him. Now he knew he was pulling Teomitl’s hair, but that only spurred him on further; unconsciously, he started to rock his hips, panting out a shaky, “Gods, that feels—you take me so well—” and he knew the praise had to do something, because Teomitl moaned. He thought he’d come right then and there. “Please—please—” He wasn’t sure what he was begging for, and didn’t care.

Oil-slick fingers slid into him, punching out a rough gasp. “Oh.” Oh, yes, that was what he needed—to be stretched, held open, filled. And Teomitl was a master at it; each long slide inward sent sparks racing along his spine and heat pooling low in his gut. Between that and the sure, unhurried way Teomitl was sucking his cock, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He shuddered, and Teomitl hummed around him again. It had the tone of a question, and for the first time he looked down.

Oh, Duality preserve me. He locked eyes with Teomitl on his knees, lips wrapped obscenely wide around his cock and drooling a little from where his jaw stretched to accommodate it, gazing back up at him through long lashes as though he had nowhere else he’d rather be in the world. As though he loved this. As though he loved him. When those clever fingers curled, the sparks in his blood spiked into a hot, tight burst of pleasure, and his hips jerked. “Oh, fuck, I’m—”

It was all he could get out before his release struck and dragged him under, and he was coming straight down Teomitl’s throat in a spasm that blurred the edges of his world. Teomitl swallowed through it, roughly and messily, and he nearly buckled. And his fingers didn’t stop; they pumped steadily into him through his orgasm, pulling free only when the tremors ebbed and his legs threatened to give way.

Teomitl pulled off his softening cock with a low, obscene hum of pleasure, wiping his mouth and chin off on the back of his arm. As spent as he was, the careless gesture made Acatl’s cock twitch. Then he spoke, and the hoarseness of his voice—gods, he’d done that—had Acatl biting back a groan. “...You can be rougher with me. If you want.”

Rougher. He swallowed hard at the images that flashed across his mind. Teomitl liked when he left marks, liked when he could feel it the next morning. He would probably like it just as well if Acatl pulled his hair and forced his mouth down on his cock, if he pinned him against the wall and fucked him like a beast, if he bit at his throat and scratched down his back until he bled. If he did it just right, he’d probably scream. It was a terribly, terribly tempting thought. “Maybe I will,” he rasped. “But not tonight.”

“...Alright.” Duality, and Teomitl sounded almost disappointed. Almost.

Then he shifted his weight, and Acatl’s eyes were drawn to the hard cock resting between his thighs—the cock that made him pulse all over again with heat. “Mngh.” Those fingers hadn’t opened him up for nothing, after all. He still felt loose and open and knew he could take more. Knew he wanted to take more. “Lay down with me.”

Teomitl rose, biting his lip. “You still want...?”

“Did you think I’d leave you unsatisfied?” He wasn’t sure he could get aroused again so quickly, but with the way Teomitl was looking at him he didn’t think it mattered. Besides, after an orgasm like that he wasn’t sure his legs would hold him much longer.

“...No. You’d never be that selfish.” A hand settled at his waist, and Teomitl’s eyes turned soft as they made their way to the mat. At least it wasn’t far, and when he sprawled on his back he had an excuse not to look, because Teomitl was pressing him down against the woven reeds and claiming his mouth in a long, sweet kiss. He could taste himself, and the realization made him tremble.

I’m being very selfish right now, he thought. Teomitl was settling himself between his spread legs, their favorite position—once he’d murmured I want to see your face, Acatl-tzin, and it had nearly undone him—and the utterly shameless way he rubbed up against him was waking his body back up without any effort at all on his part. Like this, all of Teomitl’s body was pressed against him, cock nudging hopefully at his loosened hole, and all he had to do was pet down Teomitl’s back and let himself be manhandled. Teomitl’s fingers clenched on his hips, and he breathed, “Don’t tease.”

Teomitl’s grin was a bright, brief flash of a thing, like sunlight on the water. “I won’t. Mm, let me just...” He shifted, guiding himself in, and that first press inward made them both gasp. Acatl had thought he was ready for it, but he’d forgotten how big Teomitl always felt breaching him; his lover dropped his head to his shoulder, letting out a long hiss of pleasure as he sank in. “Nnh...”

Acatl arched slowly, encouraging him to thrust in deeper; his eyes slid closed of their own volition, so that all he could focus on was the sound and sensation of Teomitl inside him. This. This is what I need. A hot, solid body on top of him; quick breaths panting against his collarbone; the throbbing, pulsing heat of a thick cock sliding in slow and inexorable until it was hilted flush against his hips. He dug his nails into Teomitl’s back and hiked his legs around his waist; when Teomitl drew back just enough to thrust in again, it rocked him down to his bones. “Unh,” he grunted, and then, “Harder.”

“Harder?” Teomitl breathed, shifting his weight for a better angle. “Like this?” The next thrust was just as Acatl wanted—deep and slow and hard, and when he nodded frantically in agreement Teomitl growled low in his throat and did it again. And again. And again, gradually picking up the pace.

All Acatl could do was take it. Apparently he could get aroused again; his cock pulsed back to life as he clenched down, rocking into each thrust. Teomitl braced himself on the mat, punctuating each long push inward with a wet mouth sucking marks into his throat; when he nipped sharply, Acatl gasped and bucked upwards. “Ah!” The sting of it was its own pleasure, another little spark that reminded him he was alive. As though he could forget, with Teomitl inside him reminding him that he was flesh and blood, that he was a man capable of hunger. On another surge of their bodies, he drew his nails down Teomitl’s back and felt him shudder.

Then Teomitl was kissing him as he moved, and he moaned into his mouth. They were establishing a proper rhythm now, Teomitl pounding into him steady as a heartbeat, and it sent heat rising in his blood. More. More, gods, please, just like that— He clawed at his back, bucking his hips; when they broke the kiss, he found himself gasping with each perfect thrust.

“Gods, Acatl.” Teomitl’s voice was rough, the hard pace of his hips growing more erratic, and Acatl knew he had to be close. He’d buried a hand in Acatl’s hair seemingly just to have something to hang on to; now he pulled a little as he drove himself deeper with quick, snapping thrusts.

It drove Acatl wild. He urged Teomitl on with his body, with his cracking voice panting his name. “Teomitl.” It came out in a near-sob; there were tears in his eyes, and he let them fall.. He was so close to another orgasm, if Teomitl would just touch him...

A hand wrapped around his cock and started pumping him just the way he liked it, and he fell apart with a cry. Teomitl tumbled over the edge with him, pulsing as he spilled himself deep.

They lay together breathless and silent. The weight of his lover on top of him was still comforting, but now it made him sleepy; he wrapped his arms around him, tucked his face into his short hair, and thought with slow clarity, I should regret this.

He didn’t feel particularly regretful. Teomitl was disentangling himself gently, stroking his side in silent apology as he fetched a clean cloth, and all he could manage was the quiet certainty that this, at least, wasn’t something he regretted. So he was foolishly throwing his heart away. So the bonds they were forging wouldn’t be torn asunder without blood. So he was sure to go back to his lonely life when Teomitl had enough. At least he’d have had this, even for a little while. Still boneless, he let Teomitl clean him up and nestle against his side with his head on his chest.

“I’m staying,” Teomitl informed him.

You should go. He didn’t say it. He didn’t want to say it. If Teomitl wanted to stay the night, he was still selfish enough to let him. Accordingly, he stretched out a little more comfortably, rearranged his hair so he wasn’t laying on most of it, and let his eyes flutter shut again with a long, contented sigh. “Mmm. Good night, then.”

Teomitl hummed quietly. “Good night.”

It wasn’t the conch shells that woke him. It was still dark, and he was being held warm and close and safe. He stirred drowsily, feeling the reassuring weight of Teomitl’s legs tangled with his own. At some point they’d wound up on their sides, Teomitl’s face tucked into the crook of his neck. Calloused fingers traced a meaningless pattern on his back. He exhaled slowly, knowing their fragile peace would be shattered eventually and unwilling to hasten its end.

His lover’s voice was a soft, sleepy murmur, barely audible. “Mmm. Love you.”

He felt like he’d been struck by lightning. All of a sudden he was as sharply awake as though he’d been stabbed, and as every muscle in his body stiffened he jerked away and stared, wide-eyed, at Teomitl’s face. He could not have heard that. He couldn’t. “You what.” It came out in a croak. He was amazed it came out at all. Didn’t you generally need air to talk?

Teomitl sat up, blinking at him. He still looked half asleep, and his hair was sticking up every which way. It was painfully adorable. “...I love you?”

Ah. So he hadn’t been temporarily hallucinating. “I—Teomitl—” He couldn’t string together a single coherent sentence out of the onrush of words that clamored for his attention. He never says anything he doesn’t mean—loves me—never lies—and he loves me—

Teomitl was still staring at him, but now he was starting to scowl incredulously. It was a look Acatl was familiar with, a look that usually questioned whether the person he was talking to had taken leave of their senses; the crinkling brow, however, added a fine mist of self-doubt. He drew away so that they were no longer touching, and his voice took on a brittle edge. “...I thought I’d made that clear.”

Acatl swallowed past a hard lump in his throat. He wanted to reach for Teomitl; instead, he balled his hands into useless fists. Joy threatened to bubble up within him, but it was having a hard time getting past the shock. “You...did not.”

Teomitl’s eyes were wide and hesitant. His fingers shook as though he too wanted to close the distance between them, but he kept them by his side. “Did you not—all this time...”

He shook his head, feeling his heart hammering wildly in his chest. How was I supposed to know? You said you wanted me—how was I supposed to know your heart was involved? How was I supposed to think you wanted this to last?

Teomitl looked stricken. No; he looked horrified. “Acatl.”

Words. He needed words. “I never thought you—that is—” His voice cracked, and he couldn’t continue. I thought I was being selfish, taking what I had no right to keep, leaving claw marks on whatever scrap of your heart you deigned to show me. I never imagined you’d simply give it to me, whole and entire.

“Well, I do.” Teomitl took a deep breath and drew himself up, dropping his gaze to the mat below them. Even in the dim light before dawn, his eyes were suspiciously bright. “I’m sorry, but I do.”

Breathing hurt. He felt half-frozen; he couldn’t bring himself to move, knowing that if he did he’d simply cling to Teomitl until the Sixth Sun rose. Forget his duties, forget his temple, forget his vows; Teomitl was hurting, and it broke his heart. “Why are you apologizing?!”

His lover’s voice was bitter as gall and brittle as the wrong edge of a badly-made knife. “If you felt the same, you wouldn’t be looking at me like—like a deer in torchlight—”

He thinks I don’t...? Shock nearly skewered him. Visions of their past encounters followed, the memories of all the things he’d said and not said as hard and unforgiving as knives, and he could have slapped himself. Gods, he’d been the biggest idiot in the Fifth World, and probably the ones before too. “I do,” he snapped back. “But you’ll forgive me for not thinking this was within the realm of possibility, Teomitl! This—you—I never thought it was something I could have!”

“...You thought wrong.” Teomitl huffed out a breath, eyes still fixed on the mat. “I’ve been in love with you...gods, Acatl, for ages. And you’re so smart...I thought for sure you knew.”

For ages. He took one breath, and another. The second one came easier. “I’m a fool sometimes. You know that.” Looking back, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it; in hindsight the tenderness Teomitl showed him might as well have shouted his feelings from the top of the Great Temple. He’d simply been too much of a coward to look deeper.

Well, he wouldn’t be a coward any longer. He reached across the bare inches that separated them and covered Teomitl’s hand with his own.

Teomitl lifted his head with a gasp. “Acatl...”

He stroked Teomitl’s knuckles, slowly smoothing out his still-clenched fist until it relaxed and he could slot his fingers in between Teomitl’s own. Teomitl let out a long, slow sigh, the tension in his body ebbing, and Acatl felt his own heart slow to a manageable speed. This is right. This is finally, finally right. The shock had finally drained away, leaving a flood of joy in its wake like warm honey. “I’m a fool,” he whispered, “but I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

I love you, he wanted to add, but then Teomitl was kissing him and he really couldn’t get the words out. He didn’t worry; there would be time later. Plenty of time.

They’d be doing this again, after all.

Notes:

teomitl, who was on the verge of renting out an ancient aztec billboard: you SERIOUSLY didn't know?!
acatl: look at me, look how long it took me to realize people like me in general, and ask that question again
teomitl: .................honey......................no............