Act V: Our brothers have secrets and probably too many fake identities

Fergus didn't answer, letting some seconds pass by in silence. "I'd prefer it if you did", he answered in the end. "For various reasons. The first being that you really don't want to be owing anything to those bastards." He hesitated. "And I don't really care about what implications it could have for me - I am more than capable to outrun anything that could come in my direction. But my brother has already gone through way too much, and I'd hate for something like this to disrupt the life he's trying to build for hismelf." That was... surprisingly soft coming from him. but he guessed he could allow himself to be sappy, at least for a second, in front of Hanakael. "... these words will not leave this room", he added as he pointed his indexat his lover, in a warning fashion. "Besides, that file isn't updated. I'm not a MacLeod anymore, and I'd gut anyone who would call me that."

Fergus turned to be able to look at Hanakael a bit better. "One of your surnames? You had more than one, then?", he asked carefully. He realized that his lover was probably going to talk about something that pained him as well, so... that would mean he should've done the same, then. He grimaced. "MacLeod was my mother's surname. A good for nothing whore who abandoned me and my brother when we were just old enough to be accepted in a sweatshop and worked until our bones would break. We threw away her surname as soon as we could - just as she had done with us. Seemed fitting enough."

Fergus made a face. He laid a hand on Hanakael's thigh, gently running his thumb over it - for once with no trace of maliciousness, but rather in a soothing way. "Well. It sure started in the wrong way, but you have ended up with a larger family and two parents who love you. That's a win in my book", he observed then, settling back on the couch to be more comfortable.

Fergus blinked. "Well - what a coincidence. My brother lives in London too", he mused. "I've already talked extensively to Anthony about you. But I guess meeting up would be better, indeed. He's promised to introduce me to his own sweetheart, and I can't wait to embarrass the hell out of him." He grinned. His grin subsided a little bit when he remembered he needed to tell yet another thing to his lover before he could meet his brother. "He'll look familiar to you, my brother. You might have seen the back of his stupid head in the security registrations as he stole some files from the police station."

Fergus rolled his eyes, but he smirked when he received that kiss. "You wouldn't be a commissioner if you couldn't see through my lies", he answered simply. "I'd have been disappointed if it was any different." He paused. "Oh. You mean with you pinning me against my car and growling at me that I was soon going to walk my last steps as a free man?" He grinned, and made a show of licking his lips. "I kind of loved to be manhandled like that. You certainly left an impression."

Fergus hummed. "What a shame. I do love to make things awkward", he mused, smirking at his lover with the clear intent of provoking him. "But, as you wish then. For your information, my brother knows perfectly well about the nature of our relationship - but I doubt he'll go around to tell anyone. He knows better."

Fergus raised a brow. "I'm listening", he answered, looking suddenly suspicious. He sure hoped hanakael wasn't going to ask about his family - he was quite sure he had managed to convey quite well just how much he detested his mother, he knew nothing of his father and Anthony was pretty much all he had left.

Crowley immediately assumed a careful, neutral expression. His business face, so to speak. "He owes me a favor, let's put it that way", he answered simply. "If it worries you, he isn't implicated in any other business of mine. He's just a regularly-salaried employee." he thought it better to lie, this time. And to avoid mentioning that Castiel was definitely someone working for him too. He doubted that would have made his lover really happy with him.

Fergus kept his relief for himself, and simply smiled back at hanakael. "Good. Now - I don't know about you, darling, but I was planning on taking a nice shower before proceeding with the rest of the day", he purred lowly, his voice lowering to a sultry tone. He ran his fingers over his lover's arm, raising the sleeve as he did so. "Care to join me?"

Fergus smirked. "We did a lot more exercise when we got back to your bed", he corrected him. "I'm still sore, you know. The shower is more for my benefit than anything else." He let his eyes roam over his lover's form, without hiding it. "But if we were to feel a little, hm, passionate after we get out. Well. Who am I to say no to such a stunning vision", he added in a whisper before catching hanakael's lips in a slow, deep kiss.

Fergus threw him a dark smirk. "Please, darling. You know how much I hate it when you underestimate me", he purred, leaning in to catch Hanakael's lips again for a quick peck. He nuzzled his way down his neck, humming. "Maybe I'm far from my youthful days, but my libido hasn't changed one bit. Helps that I've got the most attractive lover I've ever had right here under my hands", he added in a whisper before giving a playful nip right on Hanakael's exposed neck.

Fergus seemed to preen noticeably under the suggestion of getting taken care of - and, even though he didn't want to admit it, he definitely liked the idea of slow, loving sex. "Hm, if you had made plans, I don't see why you should let me be rude and disrupt them", he murmured, still kissing Hanakael's neck here and there. "I enjoy the thought of getting pampered."

Fergus smirked. "My back is a little cramped", he mused, getting up together with Hanakael. He had no intention to let him get away from him. "I guess changing position many times does that to you. But I could be having it worse." He grabbed his lover's arm, tugging him closer to him.