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"I swear, you are my hero," Graham was gushing, a wide, charming grin on his face while the intern scribbled down a communicator address.

"This guy is totally legit, too, he can get you, like, anything," the intern says, handing over the paper with a smile that Graham returns. He wonders if he should be worried that he doesn't feel guilty about soliciting the number of a reputable drug dealer from a college-aged intern at work. He wonders even more why it feels a little like losing.

You're too old for this shit, Victoria had said, and Graham knew she was right. She was right, but here he was, a month after the divorce was finalized and two weeks after he'd taken a job on the other side of galaxy and he was right back where he'd started. Literally, really, because when he was fifteen he and Vhan had hidden in Graham's mother's tool shed and smoked a whole pack of cigarettes together, coughing incessantly but loving the thrill.

Vhan.

Graham had been thinking about him a lot over the last two weeks, but he'd only gotten as far as a search on a public phone database that had been fruitless. Honestly, he hadn't really searched that hard, because he was sure Vhan didn't want anything to do with him. Graham had been too scared shitless to contact his over the last ten years, and when the invitation to his wedding had been ignored Graham had finally given up on his faint hope of rekindling their friendship.

But now... Things were different. The marriage had ended with a divorce and two kids, and now Graham was back on Korza, in the Earth Embassy.

Graham locked the door to his office just to be safe, the pulled out the burner phone he'd purchased with just this purpose in mind. He copied the address the intern had given him into the phone and then typed a quick message, a familiar yearning in his gut driving him on.

Hey. I'm new in town and a friend told me you could hook me up. You got the fun stuff? :)

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Vhan was on his back working on the underside of a customer's car when he felt a buzzing in his pocket. He reaches first for his personal phone, the nicest thing he currently owns, before realizing the vibrations had come from the beat up, barely functioning burner phone he kept in his back pocket. He rolls out from under the car, fishes it out, and squints at the screen.

"The 'fun stuff?'" he mutters to himself incredulously, "for real?" He reads the message again, brow furrowed. He was almost positive this was a cop, but then, he really needed the money. He'd barely been able to make rent the past few months, and wasn't eager to return to crashing on his bandmate's couches. Flinn, Zadra, and Laih hadn't minded, they never did, but that didn't stop him from feeling like he was taking advantage. He sighs, and starts tapping out a reply. He'd go meet with this guy, and hopefully, if he was a cop, he'd be able to tell for sure when he got there.

yeah sure he types, what are you looking for.

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Anything that works on a human would be great, he replies rapidly, and then as an afterthought, Price doesn't matter. I'm good for it.

He stared at that message for a moment after he sent it, wondering if he sounded too desperate. But desperate was a good thing for a dealer, right? And besides, Graham was desperate. The new job was good and interesting but not busy enough to keep him occupied, at least not at night when he laid awake and stared at the ceiling.

If you can stay sober for two months give me a call, Victoria had said, angry and challenging. At the time Graham had scoffed, told her he could stop whenever he wanted, but here he was, one month in an broken.

The speed at which the person on the other end responds makes Vhan all the more certain hes being set up. With a sigh, he slides out from under the vehicle and towels off the grease on his face wearily as he reads the reply.

It's a human, which wasn't all that out of the ordinary considering how close he lived to the human establishment on Korza. He didn't spend much time around them anymore; he'd kind of lost the motivation to keep going back to their cities when the memories got too painful. He only went there when business took him there, and still, everything in their cities reminded him too strongly of the way Graham had left him, not even bothering to call or write except to ask him to his stupid wedding, an invitation he had been able to convince himself was just Graham's way of further rubbing his face in the rejection from years ago.

He puts the fleeting thoughts of his old friend quickly out of his mind and responds again.

alright well i get off soon he says, time/place?

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I know this great little diner in the human district, on 16th? Best fries in the world I swear. 1:00. He sends his reply quickly, smiling to himself at the mention of the diner. He hadn't been back there since he'd returned and he was glad to try it again. He'd never quite found a place on Earth that compared, but then, no diner on Earth got a majority of its ingredients from Korza.

He knew arranging a drug deal on his lunch break was risky, but the thought if waiting until the evening was too unbearable.

He arrived at the diner ten minutes early and was pleased to see the tables were sparsely populated with a few couples and families. Graham sat at a table in the back and ordered himself lunch, his knee bobbing anxiously the whole time.

Vhan tenses at the mention of the diner, but he agrees. He heads inside and fills a sack with samples of everything he had that he knew his human customers liked, and hops in his delapidated old vehicle he'd had since he graduated years ago (which was the nearly obsolete manually operated kind with wheels, lacking the hovering, flying, and autopilot that even the cheapest current automobiles had).

He parks it around the corner the diner just before the arranged time, and stuffs his keys in his jacket pocket along with the rolled up sack. As he enters, he scans the restaurant looking for the clothes the guy described in the texts, and spots a balding human man wearing office clothes sitting alone at one of the booths. He takes another look outside for any obvious signs of law enforcement vehicles, but, seeing nothing that strikes him, sighs nervously and makes his way over to the booth and slides into the seat across from him.

"Hey," he mutters, still looking around shiftily, "You the guy?"

Graham has an easy grin ready when someone slides into the booth and speaks, but he startles when he immediately recognizes the Korzan across the table. For a beat he just stares with his mouth open, his eyes roving over Vhan.

It's definitely Vhan, undoubtedly him, and he looks almost exactly the way he had the last time Graham had seen him, even though it was ten years ago now. He looked good, actually, and despite the ten years between them Graham can still remember the taste of Vhan's mouth like it was yesterday.

"Oh my god," he breathes, shocked and unsettled for a moment before he shakes off the shock and grins wide and honest, "Vhan? God, you look great," he says without thinking, wincing a little internally when he realizes what he just said.

Vhan startles at the use of his name, and the familiar voice saying it, and he finally takes a real look at the man sitting across the table. He recognizes his face almost immediately, and lets out a quiet swear.

"Graham?" he says, face contorting in confusion. He almost says "it's good to see you," but he isn't sure if that's true or not. Instead, he leans back in his seat, still looking shiftily over his shoulders. There was no way a married college graduate was here to buy drugs from him, and his suspicions seemed to be coming true after all.

"Fucking hell, alright, look, I'm not stupid, you can't arrest me until the transaction goes down, right, that's how the human drug enforcement...whatever, operates, right? Probable cause? You've got nothing on- did you know it was me? Whatever, just, nevermind, I'm getting out of here."

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At first Graham doesn't have a clue what Vhan's talking about, and it clicks together just as Vhan gets up to leave.

"Wait, Vhan, don't!" he says, moving on instinct and almost launching himself over the table in order to grab Vhan's arm and stop him from leaving, "I'm not-- I'm not here to arrest you, I swear, I didn't know it was you," Graham says, his face pleading and earnest, and after a moment he realizes he's still touching Vhan's skin and pulls back, sitting back down.

"I, uh, I got your number from an intern at work, she didn't give me a name, I didn't... I didn't know it would be you," Graham leans back, passing his hand over his head, a gesture he hadn't stopped doing even though he had no hair to run his hand through, "I started working at the Earth embassy about two weeks ago. I, uh, I really am interested in your... Services." Graham laughs a little, awkwardly, shrugging and giving Vhan anotehr imploring look.

Vhan aches a little at the look on Graham's face, and quickly turns his eyes downwards rather than looking at him, wetting his lips before he speaks again.

"Yeah, alright," he says after a pause. He still wasn't convinced, but he needed the money, and Graham had never been a very good liar. He figured if Graham could fool him, he deserved to get busted. Still, even if Graham wasn't a cop, this was embarassing; his smart, successful friend catching him selling drugs to junkies and kids.

"Alright," he says again, his expression still guarded "Meet me in the bathroom in five, though. You weren't very specific, so I brought...a lot of shit, you'll have to look through it."

"Yeah! Yeah, cool, that's cool," Graham says, nodding and sighing in relief. Vhan doesn't seem that happy to see him, which makes Graham confused for a moment until he realizes that it's not just meeting an old friend after ten years apart. The last time they'd seen each other Vhan had told him about his feelings, and Graham had left. No doubt Vhan's crush had died the moment Graham had left, but that had still been a shitty thing to do. Graham couldn't begrudge Vhan his apprehension, but he couldn't just walk out of Vhan's life. Not again.

"That's good, but, uh, do you wanna have lunch with me? Like, after? My treat," he said, trying his most charming smile.

Vhan raises an eyebrow at him apprehensively.

"I'm kind of busy, man, sorry," he says. He's certain Graham's just being polite, now; why would he want to have lunch with someone he'd spent the last 10 years avoiding? However, the earnest expression on Graham's face gives him second thoughts. He's missed him, sorely.

"But...we could hang out later, if you want. I'll give you my, uh...real number."

"Yeah, great! That'd be great, I'll give you mine too," Graham says, nodding eagerly. They trade numbers and five minutes later Graham nearly buys out all of Vhan's stock.

Over the next several weeks they hang out a handful of times, usually conveniently when Graham's stash is running low. Graham doesn't mooch or ask for a discount; his pay is good enough that he can pay the total amount up front every time. It's not just about the drugs though, Graham genuinely loves hanging out with Vhan and has sorely missed his presence, even with the ten years of distance between them.

For the most part, Vhan is the same as he'd always been, and Graham can't help but wonder how altered he looks in Vhan's eyes. He thinks he must look like a pathetic douchebag, and nothing like how he'd been in high school.

Now, Graham is on Vhan's couch, watching the smoke drift up towards the ceiling as he works his way through a joint filled with a Korzan plant that works remarkably like weed on Earth. He's also kind of watching Vhan out of the corner of his eye, and thinking about what had happened right before Graham left. He wished he hadn't been such a chickenshit about it, because he regretting pulling away so soon. He wished he'd had a chance to explore Vhan, to have a good time with him, even if it wouldn't have worked out in the end.

"God," Graham says, sitting up as he takes a last drag and stubs out his joint in a nearby ashtray, "I need something stronger. How about you?"

Vhan had been spacing out, and he shakes his head dazedly when Graham speaks.

"What? Oh, sure, I guess," he says blearily. He'd been having a decent enough time spending time with Graham again, but it was weird, suddenly hanging out like this like they used to when they were kids. He puts his joint between his teeth and hoists himself up, hiking his skinny pants further up his skinnier hips with one hand and rifling through his drawer with the other. He pulls out a bag of crushed up crystals and a glass pipe and packs them in, heating the bowl with his lighter and taking a drag before handing the pipe to Graham and sitting back down beside him.

Graham watches Vhan carefully while he smokes, his gaze drawn to the purse of his lips around the pipe. Graham takes the pipe eagerly when Vhan hands it to him, copying his movements and taking a long drag, and only pausing for a deep breath before going for another drag.

When he's finished he passes the pipe back and lays his head back on the couch and groans.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about," he says, his voice hoarse as he feels the dizziness hit. Graham loses track of time a little laying back like that, and finally thoughts of Vhan floating around in his head make him stir, open his eyes and roll his head until he's looking at Vhan.

"Hey, man, did you like, actually get the invitation to my wedding? I always worried that you never even got it," he says, his voice kind of distant now.

Vhan's still lucid enough to feel a sharp pang of guilt at Graham's question, and he can't bring himself to give him an honest answer.

"No, man," he lies easily, and the pain in his gut worsens, "Sorry. I would have been there." He takes another hit, and his breath is a little shaky on the exhale.

"I mean, I figured you didn't want anything to do with me," he says, truthfully this time, "Not after...you know. The way we left things."

He clears his throat. It's the first time he's talked about what had happened in the weeks before Graham had left, with Graham or with anyone else.

"Stupid, I guess, right?" he says, with a weak laugh.

"Oh," Graham says, his heart sinking a little, "No, man, I mean... I wanted you there. Victoria had all her like, friends, and family, and they were all like, crying and shit? And my family was there but they didn't give a shit about anything but the buffet and the bar. She like, told me to make a list of everyone I wanted to invite and... Your name was the first one on the list. I wanted you there, dude," he shrugs and looks away from Vhan, leaning forward to grab the beer he'd almost forgotten about off the coffee table.

"The whole time I was like, Vhan should be here," he adds after taking a long pull from the bottle, "And I ended up high during the ceremony and drunk at the reception. I don't remember much of it. I guess that's like, what's the word? Like, shit that hints at what's coming later? Foreshadowing."

He pauses, staring off into space for a long moment before shaking himself.

"Anyways, I was like, a stupid kid back then. And you were... My best friend. And I treated you like a dick. I guess I'm... I'm just sorry, man."

Vhan stares uncomfortably at his feet propped up on the coffee table the coffee table, nervously jittering his leg. He wonders if things might have been different, for both of them, if they'd been in each others' lives over the past 10 years. He wonders if things would have been worse.

"Nah, man, that was forever ago, don't worry about it. I get it, anyways. We were both stupid. I'm sorry I wasn't there."

Graham nods, downing the end of his beer before looking back over at Vhan, his vision a little blurry and his eyes dilated.

"Do you ever think about what happened back then? I mean... Not the leaving part. Before that," Graham licks his lips at the memory he's returned to countless times over the last ten years. He can still hear Vhan's soft little moan.

"I think about it all the time."

Vhan looks over at him hazily, before leaning forward, slowly, and setting the pipe on the table. The tone in his voice was clear, and right now, he was too numbed to even be surprised by it.

He had thought about it, about this, more frequently than he cared to admit. This wasn't how he'd wanted it to happen, of course, but by now he'd given up just about everything else he'd ever wanted, and right now the arousal he felt at the thought was overpowering whatever misgivings he might have had.

He turns toward him on the couch, and looks at him with half lidded eyes.

"You do, huh?" he says, "All the time?"

The look Vhan gives him makes Graham smirk hazily, scooting down the couch until he's sitting close enough for his thigh to brush against Vhan's knee.

"Yeah," he says, his voice lowered to a husky whisper, "I think about your mouth," he reaches up slowly to lightly cup Vhan's face and trace his bottom lip with his thumb, "What about you?"

Vhan smiles a little in response, and, slowly, swings his leg over Graham's legs and sits up, straddling his lap. He rests his arms on his shoulders and leans down close to his face, his lips grazing lightly over Graham's.

"I think about more than your mouth," he mutters softly, letting his hips settle against him, pushing down on the front of Graham's pants.

"Do you think about this?"

Graham chuckles, his hands coming up to Vhan's hips to feel the movement with his hands.

"Yeah," he breathes, "Among other things." His hands slide up Vhan's sides, scrunching up his shirt but not lingering there as he feels up over his shoulders and buries his hands in Vhan's hair. He cranes his neck up and tugs down gently on Vhan's head until their lips meet, and really, more than anything else, this is what he wants. He's thought more about Vhan's mouth pressed against his, their breath mingling and their tongues tangling, and Graham makes a small noise into Vhan's mouth.

Vhan lets out a soft groan as he opens his mouth into the kiss, only drawing back a moment pull his shirt off over his head and unfasten the clasp at the front of his pants before returning to Graham's mouth, pressing his tongue firmly against his as he languidly rolls his hips against him.

"Yeah?" he mumbles against his mouth, fumbling with the top button of Graham's shirt as he enjoys the feeling of Graham's hands exploring the length of his body, "Why don't you tell me about it?"

Graham sighs when Vhan returns the kiss, losing himself in the feel of Vhan's bosy against his. It takes him a long moment to realize that Vhan is talking to him, and when he opens his eyes Vhan swims in front of his eyes.

"Huh?" he says, replaying the words he'd heard and trying to make sense of them, "Oh. Yeah. I, uh..." He gets distracted by the color of Vhan's skin, running his hands over the ridges on his neck and down his chest.

"Uh... Bedroom?" he asks finally, after totally losing track of what he was going to say.

Vhan nods, kissing him again before pushing himself off of him and leading him down the hall. He drops his pants on the floor when he reaches the bedroom, and slides his underwear down with them, stepping out of them before sitting down on the edge of the bed, watching him in the dark with his faintly glowing yellow eyes.

Graham stumbles after Vhan, needing to lean on him at several points where he's too unsteady to keep his feet under him. He watches blearily while Vhan gets undressed and attempts to copy the movements, his hands going to the buttons on his dress shirt. He stands in front of Vhan while he struggles for a long moment before giving up on his shirt and moving to his pants instead. Those he has an easier time with, and manages to strip them off and leave them in a pile on the floor before climbing onto the bed over Vhan's lap.

"I want you," he says, his hands coming up to Vhan's face again.

Vhan leans back on the bed, bringing Graham down on top of him as he does. For a moment, he lies there in a daze, looking up at him as Graham's fingers stroke his cheeks.

"Yeah. Yeah, you got me," he says, taking hold of one of Graham's hands and guiding it down between his thighs, where he's already nearly dripping wet. In turn, he grips Graham's cock, and pumps his hand over the length of it a few times, swiping his thumb over the tip when he brings it back up.

Graham has enough sense to catch onto Vhan's movements and his fingers follow the damp trail up to the soft skin between his legs. He pushes them inside more clumsily than he would if he was sober, stroking them in and out the way he'd learned worked for many Korzans.

He wondered, suddenly, if Vhan had been with other humans in the ten years they hadn't talked. Graham had been with a fair number of Korzans, even though he'd been living on Earth, but they were never Vhan.

He moans and pushes his hips forward into Vhan's grip, his fingers relaxing inside Vhan as he gets distracted by the sensations cause by Vhan's hand.

"God, Vhan, good--" he chokes out around another moan, "I can't-- I can't--" He shakes his head a little, the dizzy, floating high veering closely towards overwhelming and he's finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the smothering pleasure.

Vhan's breath starts to become staggered, and he gives a slight whine when Graham's fingers stop moving inside him.

"Hey hey hey, it's cool," he says shakily, steadying Graham with a hand on his chest. He shifts under him, silently encouraging Graham to lie on his back, and, once he does, settling himself on top of him with one leg on either side of his body. He grips Graham's cock at the base, and slowly lowers himself down onto it, gasping as the head pops in and he watches the rest of it disappear inside of him.

"Fuck, man," he says as he starts to shift his hips at a slow, steady pace, getting a feel for him. He'd only been with one other human, and only a few times. Graham had obviously known what he was doing with his fingers, and he has the fleeting concern that he won't meet his expectations.

Graham lets Vhan guide him, relaxing onto the bed and into taking the less active role. He watches his erection disappear into Vhan with his hand on Vhan's hips, his mouth open in a combination of surprise and needing the extra oxygen.

His hands slide down Vhan's thighs and then back up, over his hips and sides, his eyes following his hands.

"Vhan... Vhan," he says, mostly just to say it, as he starts to flex his hips upwards into Vhan, meeting his thrusts.

Vhan braces himself with his hands on Graham's chest and moves in time with his thrusts, gritting his teeth as he starts to pick up a faster pace. In spite of his current state, the sound of his name on Graham's lips still makes his ears burn.

"Yeah, Graham, that's good, that's it," he pants, smoothing his up over his chest and the sides of his neck. He leans over him, touching his forehead to his and closing his eyes in a gesture that should have felt too intimate for what this was.

Graham keeps his eyes open when Vhan leans over him, staring at Vhan's face and wondering idly if he's dreaming or hallucinating or something. He feels too smothered in sensation to be dreaming, though, and the tight, slick heat surrounding his dick definitely feels real. The part that he can't quite wrap his head around is that it's Vhan, and somehow it feels both impossible and inevitable at the same time.

"Vhan," he groans again, liking the feel of that name in his mouth, "Vhan, Vhan." His hands come up to grip Vhan by the back of his head, keeping him close, as the movements of his hips stay more languid and lazy than fast or forceful.

Vhan lets out a loud moan with a particularly good stroke, and his arms start to shake with the weight of supporting his body. He rests more of his weight on Graham, leaning forward to mouth lazily at his ear.

"Fuck," he groans, following it with a string of quiet swears in his native language as he relishes the sound of Graham saying his name again and again.

Graham's hands slide down Vhan's back again, feeling the texture of his skin down to his ass, where he grips in order to pull Vhan's hips down in time with histhrusts upwards. His movements still lack any real finesse, and he doesn't have the presence of mind to actually concentrate on his actions, but he knows enough to let instinct take over when the pleasure starts to cloud over everything else.

He moans Vhan's name interspersed with swears in English and several Korzan dialects as his thrusts gain fervor, pumping up into Vhan with each moan.

Vhan's hips start to jerk out of control, and he can feel himself getting close to the edge.

"Fuck," he says again, "oh, fuck, Graham, I'm coming." It happens before he can even finish speaking, and he can feel himself tightening around Graham's cock as the orgasm bowls him over. He keeps moving through it, and after it's over, riding him harder and with less rhythm than before.

"Come on, Graham," he pants, "Come on."

Graham gasps and stares when Vhan comes, his hands gripping tight over Vhan's hips as he thrusts up hard into Vhan. He nods at Vhan's encouragement, managing another handful of rapid upward thrusts before he pushes in and stops, his back arching as he groans out Vhan's name and comes inside him.

He relaxes back onto the bed, still breathing hard and letting his eyes fall shut. He feels good, exhausted and floating and he can hardly imagine there's anything bad about the world at all.

Vhan hoists himself off him carefully and rolls onto the bed beside him, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling while he catches his breath. He doesn't exactly figure Graham will want to get cozy with him, but finds that he doesn't want to pull away from him just yet. He leaves his side pressed up against him as he fishes in the drawer on the bedside table for a pack of cigarettes, sticking one between his lips and lighting it before tossing a second one silently onto Graham's chest.

The cigarette landing on his chest makes Graham open his eyes, blinking down at the cigarette for a moment before moving sluggishly to pick it up and put it between his lips. He rolls onto his side, the corner of his mouth pulling up as he puts his hand on the back of Vhan's neck, holding him still while he lights his cigarette on the end of Vhan's.

Once the cigarette is lit he doesn't bother moving, laying his hand on Vhan's shoulder with his arm over Vhan's stomach, taking care not to let any of the ashes drop onto Vhan.

"Damn," he says around a mouthful of smoke, closing his eyes again, "I love doing that high."

Vhan tenses in surprise at the gesture initially, but relaxes after a moment, tentatively resting his cheek on Graham's head.

"Yeah," he mumbles hazily, flicking his ashes onto the floor. He hesitantly turns his head to the side and presses a kiss against his mouth.

Graham kisses Vhan back with sleepy, slow movements, his hand rubbing gentle circles into Vhan's chest. He pulls away to take a long drag of his cigarette and then leans up to put it out in the ashtray on Vhan's bedside table.

He lays back down with a blissed out sigh, laying on his side leaning over Vhan. One of his arms tucks around Vhan's waist ans the other curls around Vhan's arm as he lays on his shoulder. He closes his eyes and falls asleep easily, a soft smile on his face.

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