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"So you can yearn," Travis says. He's bored, lounging on the Captain's desk. Orimar is staring at the sky out the porthole and being dead, and Travis is bored, so he's making conversation. "You can fight. You're very good at jumping off things. And at not listening. And being a shit." He stretches his legs. "You know, if Dref was here, he'd put you through your paces. Find out what else you can do."
Orimar turns his head.
"And you can do that. Yes. It's very spooky."
Something unsettling prickles at the base of Travis's spine as Orimar steps closer, unbidden. His eyes are intense, as usual, and vacant, as usual, but there is a purpose in him as he rests a large hand on Travis's shoulder and leans in close.
"All right, all right, I said you're spooky, you don't need to prove the point."
But apparently Orimar does. And can, because his grip tightens on Travis's shoulder and then he leaps in that uncanny undead way he has. He lands on the desk, knees on either side of Travis's legs. The desk shakes.
Travis swallows hard. "Hmm?" he manages.
Orimar presses his face to the crook of Travis's neck. Where a normal person might be kissing or at the very least breathing, Orimar just rests there, completely still.
"I've seen you with your jaw off," Travis says. "Actually lots of times, it was gross. Being sexy with your face is kind of a lost cause."
There is no heat coming from his body, but there is bulk. Fat and muscle and extremely powerful necromantic energy. If zombies can feel things, Orimar can probably feel that Travis is lying about this not being sexy. The hand that is not clamped almost painfully to Travis's shoulder pulls back, and settles on his hip, over the waist of his pants, thumb pressing into Travis's fluttering stomach.
"I suppose you can't help it, can you? You were so horny in life, you've remembered how in death. That or Dref taught you, in which case I feel like he should have told us this was an issue we'd have to deal with."
He winces as Orimar sits up and stares at him, or through him maybe. And it is very hard, looking into those eyes, to believe that he is only acting on instinct. When Travis squirms, he squirms underneath Orimar Vale, the powerful, charming, unnecessarily promiscuous captain of the Uhuru.
And the Captain winks.