THE OG AU

[conning]

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[abrightboy]

“Cucumber rolls,” Malcolm supplies. “Eat them up. They’re for you.”

[conning]

Cucumber rolls, for him. Neal smiles softly. It’s not a bad lie, as Malcolm’s lies go, but— “Split them with me?”

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks at him for a moment.

"One is plenty for me," he finally says.

He sits back... slumps back, really.

"I locked the door. Peter might not like that in this time of emergency."

[conning]

“He’ll deal,” Neal says, and then tries to get his fingers to cooperate with opening the container. His hands are tingly, clumsy, numb, and after a moment he growls in frustration.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm sits up sharply at that sound to look for the cause, then notices it and takes the container, opening it then handing it back.

“I didn’t want him to come in unannounced. I’ve been doing a lot of scheming and I wanted to rest.”

[conning]

"Thanks," Neal says softly. Eating is easier. He doesn't even ask for chopsticks. He can't imagine that would end well. After wolfing a few of the little rolls, he stops himself and offers the box to Malcolm. "You should probably eat something too. It's not licorice, but it's better than nothing."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm picks one up and pops it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

“So I’ve basically told Murdoch that Rachel targeted you, but we don’t know what she wants. Mozzie has disappeared with all his attempts at deciphering the window. Once we get the word that you’re working for interpol, we’ll call her. When I say ‘we’, I mean ‘me’. I don’t want her to know right away that you’re still alive.”

[conning]

Neal starts to brush a hand through Malcolm’s hair and noticed a bit of cream cheese on his finger. He swipes it across the other man’s lower lip gently. “You’re really good at this.”

[abrightboy]

Malcolm licks the cream cheese off his lip.

"At destroying someone when I decide to? Thank you. Let's not think too hard about where I get the instinct. She's earned it."

She can't unearn it now, not when she made a good man suffer just for fun.

He looks at Neal. "I'm not going to be a good person this week."

[conning]

"No." He winces a little, forcing himself to sit up enough that he can give Malcolm a proper kiss. "Crisis management. Adapting to the needs and circumstances of the con."

That last bit gets a crooked smile.

[abrightboy]

“Well…” he laughs lightly. “When you put it that way… I am almost constantly in crisis, so I must be well practised in dealing with them by now,” he allows. He pushes the container towards Neal. “Eat some more.”

[conning]

“I don’t know if I can,” Neal admits.

[abrightboy]

"Okay," Malcolm concedes, putting them on the table. "Just don't save them for me." He studies Neal's face for a moment. "We'll have to get some tests at a hospital but Peter said he'd facilitate doing it outside of New York. I think that would be safest."

[conning]

“Keep her thinking I’m dead?” Neal smiles ironically. “Do you think she’ll be that upset by the idea?”

[abrightboy]

"Keep control of the situation. She needs you. Whatever the window leads to, she probably already has a buyer. She has deadlines. She can't decode it. Mozzie is gone." He shrugs. "She needs you. You and only you. And she made the mistake that may have made that impossible. And I stopped taking her calls."

[conning]

“…That’s really attractive,” Neal informs him. He can’t help it. Control, genuine control and power, has always been a turn-on for him.

Of course he doesn’t realize that, but it’s still true.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks at him.

"Is it? I'm just trying to get you out of your FBI contract and out from under her thumb."

[conning]

“It really is,” he says. “If I wasn’t recently poisoned and didn’t have cream cheese breath I would definitely be trying to make out with you right now.”

[abrightboy]

"Well," Malcolm says, unable to suppress a smile. He raises a finger. "Hold that thought, because when this is over, we're going away for a bit."

[conning]

He smiles at that. “Where are you thinking?”

[abrightboy]

“I’m thinking somewhere that’s near stuff you like, but also secluded, so we can go places but also not be disturbed. Know anywhere like that?” Malcolm asks.

[conning]

“I can think of a few places that fit.” He takes a deep breath, eyes wandering to the ceiling as he considers the countries, cities, towns he’s missed the most. “Maybe Italy to start. Italy or France.”

[abrightboy]

“Do you think Italy and France have private island rentals?” Malcolm asks, looking over at him.

[conning]

“I know they do, actually.” He takes Malcolm’s hand and lifts it to kiss his fingers. “…Help me to the bed? I want to lie down with you.”

[abrightboy]

Malcolm feels his forehead one more time, then carefully pulls him to his feet, offering to take his weight if he needs it.

"I expect we'll know when Murdoch's made his call by Peter pounding on the door."