keeneyes | Asher + Elijah = why are you like that?

Asher had expected that. Well, he had expected Elijah to not be happy when he came out of it enough to control his body, but he thought he'd have a little time to settle in and maybe calm the man down first. So Asher was mildly surprised when he ended up with his back slammed against the wall, sunglasses clattering to the ground and abhorrantly dark black eye now apparent.

"... wow, you shook that off much quicker than I thought," Asher remarked first, blinking owlishly ar Elijah, hands raising to show he held nothing in them. "Still, you'll probably not want to strain yourself, darling. Drink some water, maybe get a shower or take a nap under your own volition?"

"Asher," Elijah growled, his voice coming back to him after a few good swallows. He still sounded hoarse, like a man whose throat had been dry for weeks in a desert.

It was a warning. He needed to know what had happened. And he needed to know right now.

His hand went up from Asher's front to his jaw, tilting his face up to see that bruise properly. Something dark and dangerous curled in the pits of his stomach.

"Where's Rob?"

Asher did flinch when Elijah took hold of his face, but to be fair the man had just slammed him back against the door and not in a sexy way. When all he did was examine the still painful bruise on his face, however, and demand to know where the assumed culprit was... Asher was briefly left speechless.

Ash was good at people. Really good. Good enough that sometimes he figured things out even before the geniuses in the BAU's thinktank because unlike them he also had the boots on the ground expirience of knowing how and why people who commited awful deeds did what they did. No matter how good, there would always be a difference between being able to think like a criminal and actually being one.

Sometimes though Elijah could still surprise him.

"Which part?" He asked, not quite as flippant as he was originally going to go for.

Elijah's touch wasn't rough surprisingly, it was rather gentle as he tilted Asher's face and watched light play on the bruises. Finally he brushed his thumb down to press it onto Asher's lower lip to get him to open his mouth. When someone took that much hit it was possible he also had some teeth missing or had broken something else. Asher couldn't have seen a doctor.

"Did he hurt you elsewhere?" he asked, seemingly not bothered by the idea that Rob was in pieces somewhere.

He would get to the bottom of that. But first things first.

Elijah leaned his other hand to the wall behind Asher to give himself a bit of support as he looked down along the length of Asher's body.

"Did you kill him?" Elijah realised that he might have been tempted to get the job done himself if Asher hadn't taken care of it already.

Ash's mouth opened for Elijah's touch, showing that while one tooth right by the split lip had a new crack in it that wasn't there before, it didn't look in danger of actually breaking any time soon and all other teeth were present and accounted for. Ash leaned his weight against the wall, finally relaxing to the idea that Elijah was probably not going to give him fresh bruises to worry about.

It still was distracting - checking for injuries was one thing, touching the other man like he was ready to make use of the hotel bed was another. Especially with the way he looked Asher over. He had a nasty bruise over his kidneys as well, but the clothing hid that.

"Please, do I look like a killer?" Asher asked first, all light hearted scandal before he stopped and sighed. "No, I didn't. Clean hands."

Apparently Asher wasn't going to tell him. Elijah just would have to check.

He let his hand fall from Asher's jaw to his shoulder and down to his chest, patting him down firmly enough that he would notice if even a hair twitched on Asher's head at any pain the contact would spring. When he got to that bruised area, his eyes narrowed and he was quick to yank up the hem of Asher's shirt to see what was what.

"Stop trying to dodge and tell me what you did." And don't lie. Elijah could tell, he was trained to pick up all the signs and he knew Asher by now. Better than well in fact. "Did he hurt you? Or was it someone else?"

It didn't take much or really any of Elijah's keen deductive skills to find the last injury, not with the way Ash made a sound like a wounded animal when it was pressed down on in spite of bracing himself for that pain. Looking at how bad it was, it was lucky he walked away without something cracked or internal bleeding.

Just one of many times Lady Luck had Asher's back. The only woman who never left him, as he sometimes said. Pinned between Elijah and the wall, he had few options if he didn't want to turn it into a physical altercation which he was clearly woefully unprepared for. Normally he'd find it pleasing to be manhandled by the fed, but normal had abandoned them days ago.

"Dear Robert came back as I was seeing you set on the couch and I'm afraid he took the situation the wrong way and got a little jealous," Ash explained, as if he hadn't been intending on that all along when it was clear Elijah wouldn't let himself be out of sight out of mind. "It looks worse than it is, he only got a couple hits in before those nasty people I mentioned before somehow found out where he was hiding out and arrived. They rather like me so the situation they walked in on was rather the final nail in the proverbial coffin for dear Robert. What they did with what was left, I've no idea, but they are very good at making people vanish."

Elijah's touch turned gentle the moment Asher made a sound like that. He pulled the man's shirt up to look at the bruising on his skin, assessing the level of his injuries quietly. Nothing seemed broken but the bruising was obviously deep and painful. It would heal on its own but he still decided to keep a watchful eye on Asher in case of any internal bleeding. Honestly, though, Elijah didn't know how long ago Asher had gotten these bruises.

They were in Japan apparently and just the flight here took incredibly long, not to mention the transitions and everything Asher had had to do to get them over the border. He had probably been asleep for at least a day and a half if not more.

It seemed like Rob wasn't going to be a problem anymore. But it still galled Elijah that he had laid his hands on Asher.

His hand rose to cup Asher's cheek again, this time pulling his chin up so Elijah could look into his eyes. "Don't ever do something like that again." You could have been killed.

The time it took for Elijah to bring his hand and attention back up to Ash's face allowed him to get his expression under control again. Mildly regretful, but only mildly.

"It looks worse than it is, Elijah. You don't get where I am in life without learning how to take a few hits."

"You're well aware that you did something ridiculous, wrong and not to mention dangerous," Elijah ticked them off with his fingers. "You drugged me, Ash."

He was pissed off about that, no doubt about it. But on his priority list injuries came first and finding out details about their situation that could be potentially coming back to bite their asses.

"Who exactly did you contact about Rob?"

With the same mildly regretful expression, Ash merely shrugged at the accusation he had drugged Eli. As far as he was concerned that was on both of them. Him for doing it, of course, but also Elijah for putting him in the position to need to.

"No one on your radar, and God willing no one whoever will be," Ash answered. "You'll have to forgive me for not wanting to give up every secret but I'd rather not end up like dear Robert. Trust me when I say they aren't your problem and they’re not why we’re here. Not exactly anyway."

Elijah's hand brushed over Asher's skin, around the bruising and down towards his hip, now gentler, akin to a caress. He looked into Asher's eyes with a small frown as he rubbed his thumb across the man's hipbone.

"Why are we here, then?"

He needed to sit down. He needed a moment to breathe. But Asher needed to explain to him why they were in Japan of all places.

Asher was hardly the one bodily pinning Eli against a wall, here. No one was stopping Eli from sitting down.

Not that Ash was complaining. Who didn't like getting manhandled now and again? He let out a softer sigh as Elijah's hand brushed against his skin, the callouses of his fingers feeling very nice. He rested his head against the wall, the soft thunk sounding loud in the otherwise quiet room. God, his eye hurt.

"I couldn't exactly out you as a FBI - no one had reported us missing yet so they didn't know who you were, I may have implied you were an accomplice of mine so they'd leave you alone. They were however very insistent on helping me get while the getting was good, and, well... I do have a little unfinished business I recently found out was here. It was as good a time as any."

Finally it came to calling. Elijah had to back away and take a seat on the bed. And when he had taken a seat, he ended up laying back.

"Come here," he said, patting the bed beside him.

When Asher would sit down, Elijah reached up to drag him down beside him. He didn't rest yet, though, but patted down Asher's back and found his own gun tucked inside Asher's pants. He turned to his side, pulled the gun and turned off the safety while wrapping both of his arms around Asher, one beneath his neck, the other - gun hand - around his back, the glock resting against the small of Asher's back.

He felt he could control the situation now. If someone came through that door, he had a good position, he could push Asher down and cover him with his own body while shooting down the aggressors.

Yes, he was being ridiculously protective over his charge.

"I want to know everything about that unfinished business and every detail still unclear about this whole debacle," he said firmly. "But I think we both need some rest first."

Asher had every intention going into this to tell Elijah all of jack and shit. Sure they'd fucked around, but Asher had fucked around with pleanty of people and while most of those ended amicably a few were now six feet under thanks to his own machinations. Sex meant nothing, it was a fun way to pass the time or a means to an end. No more, no less. He wasnt letting a little dick and sweet talk make him stupid, here.

Yet laying on the bed in Elijah's arms, Asher felt the last 48 hours catching up with him and like maybe he might tell Elijah some things after all. He had to spend almost all of the time from the initial drugging to their arrival awake, after all. Had to keep an eye on Elijah, helpless as he was during that time. Most he got was a but of a cat nap here or there on the flight.

"Don't fall asleep yet, you'll wrinkle your clothing like this. For fuck's sake, Elijah, this is Gucci," Asher chided, voice exasperated but fond as his hands found the buttons of Elijah's shirt and began to undo them. "... your papers that got you into the country are in the red case. The ones under the name Daniel Baley. If you want to go home, take them and go. I wont stop you, and you'll never see me again. You want to help me, I might tell you some things and when I'm done we both go back safe and sound and you look good doing it. Your choice."

"Asher," Elijah muttered with a sigh and lowered the gun on the bed while he went for the man's hands, pulling them up to kiss his knuckles. "Dry cleaning is easy in a hotel like this. And I'm not going anywhere. You wouldn't have dragged me all those thousands of miles across the ocean if you didn't want me here. So, let's just drop the pretence here for a moment."

His eyes were tired and hazy as he gazed at Asher, more honest than he would have been in any other situation, but the drugs were still having a ball in his system.

"Just stop. I know you protected me back there. I'm not blind. I will do the same. So, let's not engage in this pointless cat tail chasing. Tell me everything."

Elijah didn't fuck around. Not with his work. Not with people. He was the type to bond for life. Asher would just have to get used to it.

"No," Asher said flatly, quickly, a lone word with no room for arguement, even as he let Elijah kiss at his knuckles in such a soft gesture something inside of him twisted up at it.

"You don't get everything. Nobody gets everything, my dear," Asher continued. He had lived his life by that line, and he wasn't abandoning it now. It was the first promise he ever made himself, and he would be dammed if he broke it.

"What I will tell you though, about this anyway, I promise it will be the truth. When you get some sleep and sober up more, I don't want to have to go over it twice."

"That's what I said, after we've slept," Elijah continued with a yawn as he reached around Asher to pick up the gun again and settled with his eyes closed and mouth lined against Asher's forehead. "After we've slept, you'll tell me..."

The end was open on purpose. Asher would notice it, Elijah was certain. They were both incredibly headstrong and unlikely to give in, but it was what made it exhilarating, Elijah realised in that drugged out state that he was in, more honest with himself than he usually was. He didn't need to constantly walk on eggshells around Asher.

"I'm not everybody," he continued and cracked one eye open to stare at the door. "Tell me who I am shooting if they come through that door?" he asked softly.

The suits were absolutely going to wrinkle. No care at all for expensive things, this one. Asher huffed, closing his eyes and curling up against Elijah's side, kicking off his shoes at the very least. He'd shed the rest of his clothing throughout the night.

"Christ child Elijah, you're rather obsessed with shooting people, you know? No one, damn it," Asher muttered, squirming around again onto his back so he could undo his belt. Never mind, the pants would be too uncomfortable to sleep in, they had to come off now. "... Unless there's a weaselly looking white guy that comes in. Then shoot him. I imagine he'll be a redhead now."

Elijah lays still like a corpse for a moment, his eyes closed and breathing slow, as if he's already asleep.

But then he groans after Asher has been wiggling around enough, his eyes flying open and in a burst of energy he surges up and undresses. Suit jacket goes to the back of a chair, his trousers folded over it and shirt soon after. Once he's down to his underwear, he returns to the bed and helps Asher take off his shirt, gentle while he shifts the fabric off of his bruised skin.

Then he pulls the covers aside and slides under the blanket, holding it up for Asher to crawl in after him.

"Come on," he says simply, nothing more. The gun is still tucked nice and neat to his side, easy to reach if someone actually does get in.

Asher strips down to his underwear as well, quick to crawl into bed next to Elijah, relieved the other man is fine with sharing. He'd complain about the gun there, but to be honest it's a little sexy.

Too bad Elijah is FBI. God damn he'd make a brilliant soldier of fortune.

Asher's asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow, cuddled up against Elijah. No one breaks in during the night - even the staff makes a point of keeping quiet outside the room, Asher having set up the 'do not disturb' sign outside of it. He does wake up around sunrise though, having left the east facing windows open so the room gets a magnificent amount of sunlight first thing in the morning.

He'd meant to close those, but Elijah was something of a distraction. He still cuddles closer and sighs, hiding his face against Elijah's shoulder and muttering "Five more minutes..."

Elijah finally finds some peaceful sleep and his mind is resting as well. He doesn't move. The room is as quiet as a grave while they gain some much needed sleep.

When Asher stirs, though, Elijah's eyes crack open and for a moment he just assesses the situation, still as a stone and reminding himself of everything that's happened. Then he relaxes and gathers Asher close with one strong arm around him.

He doesn't say anything, but smooths his palm down along Asher's back and down to the rise of his ass, shamelessly sliding under his underwear to curl quite familiarly around one smooth cheek.

Asher wasnt certain how he was expected to get anything done with Elijah cupping his ass like that. Asher's back arched gently under the gentle slide of Elijah's palm, ending with his butt pushed up against it. His cock stirred a bit past the normal amount of morning arousal he had anyway, shifting against Elijah's thigh.

Well, he had always said Elijah needed a vacation. Vacation meant staying in bed late and fucking first thing in the morning, right?

"You going to keep your hand on that gun while you work the other one?" Asher asked. Sarcastic as he was, he didn't particularly mind that image.

"Do you have something against it?" Elijah asked as he squeezed that ass that was nice and snug against his palm, pulling Asher's cheeks apart just because he could.

He was pretty sure both of their mouths would taste like death but he still sought Asher's lips with his own, blindly with his eyes closed just dragging his mouth across the man's stubble until he found something softer in there and latched on it.

It was a lazy kiss, half of the time nothing but breathing against Asher's lips, occasionally moving a little to draw that bottom lip between his own and sucking on it.

Morning breath kisses had no right to be so sexy, but with Elijah molesting his ass Asher wasnt certain there was another option. He continued to rock against Elijah's thigh, cock lazily waking up under the stimulation.

"Fuck," Ash said finally, sitting up a bit so he could reach over to the bedside table. "There's gotta be... bingo!"

Returning to Elijah's side, Asher now had a single use packet of lube and a condom. Sure the hotel was classy, but Asher h AXA d needs and requests.

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