"Good night Darling", Damien greeted as he stepped out of his frame to see the lid of the sarcophagus move back. He placed his hands on the edges of the box and leaned over as Ahk half sat up. The pharaoh smiling as he met the blonde with a kiss.
"Good night Dami". Ahkmenrah grinned as he reached over to grasp the doctor by his shirt and tug him into the coffin. Damien yelped but laughed as he tumbled into the box, bumping elbows and knees but still giggling as the two men folded themselves to fit. It was a large coffin but still a coffin and even with the lid off it was cramped with the two of them. Yet still intimate, like hiding in a box as a child.
"What's this?" Damien asked. Chests pressed together and legs tangled.
Ahkmenrah's eyes were mischievous. "Larry will be checking everything for the performance tonight. No one will need us for a little while". His words cut off with a sigh as Damien buried his head into the junction of the brunette's neck and shoulder. Nose running along smooth skin as breath ghosted his jaw.
"Ahk", Damien exhaled against warm skin. "Close the lid".
The man lifted himself up and grabbed for the fallen sarcophagus lid. His arms flexing as he dragged it back over them. Damien laying back against the worn wood as he watched the light disappear as it slid shut with a click. The last glimpse of light illuminating Ahk's smirk as he hung over him, their positions now reversed in the dark. His green eyes almost glowing with the magic that Damien was half convinced ran through his lover's blood. (the pharaohs were worshiped as demigods and with everything Damien had seen, it wasn't hard to believe. Ahk was no mere man). It was dark in there, darker than he had thought, pitch black that he couldn't even see his lover through despite feeling the man so close. Thighs against his. Hands propped near his head, their pelvises aligned.
"How did you not go insane trapped in here for years, night after night?" The question was a whisper as if not to disturb the blackness.
Ahk exhaled and he heard it move the air. The pharaoh lifting one hand to cup Damien's face as something, almost a trick of the mind, glimmered green in the shadow. For a second the archeologist entertained the thought of Ahk having glowing eyes like a cat and tried not to laugh at the idea. He wouldn't put it past him. The Ancient Egyptian was always surprising him.
"I almost did. I think at first, before you, it was the tablet. It brings us back exactly how we are before we died. Our prime, I guess you would describe it". His voice was a low rumble, more sensual without light.
Damien inhaled as the hand on his check began tracing over his features, seemingly mapping them without the light. "Anything that happens to us each night is wiped away", he muttered, voice stuttering as the fingers found his lips. "We return exactly the same each time".
"Unless something was to happen to our physical bodies during the day. I believe it is the same for our mental states, which is how we are so confused when we wake. Each night we exist, then die again each morning to repeat it all. One second there, the next gone".
His thumb was pressing on Damien's bottom lip now and his breath felt closer, as if he was merely inches away. "So our mental states are somewhat preserved each night. So it brought you back sane each night? Even though we recall what happened the night before".
"I believe that our memories are tied to the magic and our vessel. Recall how Larry met another Teddy in the Smithsonian? He was a different vessel but just another part of the same soul. He did not recall the memories of his other vessels".
"Clones? Doppelgängers?" Damien murmured, mind whirling with the philosophical connotations. The thumb dropped to his chin as fingers took hold.
"I do not know what those words mean but I think you understand me. Either way, you kept me sane. I could lie there and listen to you talk and conjure images of you in my mind. Images based off those black and white photographs I found in Cambridge. You kept me sane beloved".
"Flatterer", Damien breathed. "And a tease. Kiss me damn it".
Ahk chuckled before finally closing the gap.
They emerged from the coffin an hour later, lips sore and very rumpled. Damien's shirt was half buttoned wrong and hanging untucked from his belt. His braces hanging from his waist and his trousers still unbuttoned. Hair a golden mess and cheeks red. Ahk was worse. His bandages barely covering anything but the basic amount of decency. Short hair mussed and lips pink with bruises beginning to colour on the base of his neck. Damien clambered out first, one hand pushing the lid to the floor with a clatter as he tumbled out on still slightly shaky legs. Ahk watching with a smug grin as the blonde finally rose and smirked at him.
"My pharaoh", he offered a hand. Ahk took it and he hauled the green eyed man onto his feet, limbs trailing bandages as he rose.
"Thank you beloved".
"What are you thinking?" Damien asked once Ahk was standing on the cool marble floor. The museum halls chilly in the winter. His eyes tracing lines of goosebumps on tanned skin. Brain still fixed on other matters. "Robes or my clothes?"
"You take pleasure to see me in your clothing", Ahk nudged him with his shoulder as he headed for his robes.
"You just realised?" Damien shot back with a laugh.
Ahk just winked at him as he pulled the last bandages off and began tying on his Shendyt. Damien busying himself with tidying up his own clothing. Eyes still watching his partner so he noticed when something went wrong and Ahk faltered. The man suddely blinking and swaying slightly as if dizzy. Damien suddenly felt weird too, like he was drained, but it passed quickly and he finished tucking in his shirt before reaching out to put a hand on his lover's shoulder. "Ahk?"
Ahkmenrah had turned to the wall where the tablet stood, brow furrowed. "That is not good".
Damien followed his gaze. The tablet looked as golden and gleaming as always except for one corner. The bottom left corner was discoloured, metal turning black and corroded. "Do you know what is happening?"
Ahk shook his head. "It maybe connected to me but I do not know all the secrets of it's magic. My father had it made for me when I was but an infant and he knew more of it's secrets than I".
"My research says that he made it to celebrate your birth. To give you, his son everything he ever wanted for you".
Ahk's face became slightly nostalgic. "It is a shame that things did not last. Come, let's go and inform Larry of the situation. Maybe the guardian of Brooklyn can help". He stepped away and continued dressing as Damien finished tidying himself up. Then they set out into the museum with concern on their minds.
unedited
Yes they get freaky in a coffin. It's Ahk's coffin. He can get as freaky as he wants in it. And they're both technically dead. Weird stuff doesn't bother them.
Dr Damien "I fucked the representation of my life's obsession and work. ignore that he's like four thousand years old. have you seen him?" Jean.
And Ahkmenrah "undead Egyptian mummy with magic and a slight obsession with his soulmate" fourth king of the fourth kings.
Also, these guys have been together around eight - nine years already (ignoring the years where Ahk was locked in his coffin). There's only so many places in the museum where they can find privacy.
Did I add the coffin part for kicks and giggles? Yes, but it so them.
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Night life || Ahkmenrah
Fanfiction"For what it's worth, I am glad you were the one to find me". "I think I was looking for you before I knew what to look for". Ahkmanrah x Male oc. Night at the museum.
