Maverick did not mean to, but it happened before he even realized what he had done. The moment Senji pulled away from him he whined a high-pitched keen of displeasure and sorrow. In a way he could understand his own pet's grumblings when Amdoska was periodically sent away for one reason or another. Maverick had without a doubt become a slave to Senji's affections, a duckling that was sure to follow wherever the other went.
He remembered in the beginning how hard he had fought against it. He was so sure of his independence and his strength. But, Senji was stronger, always the opposing force that yanked him back and forced him to heel, to submit and recognize his own inferiority in the face of the other demon's unyielding and unshakable power.
Later he became resigned to always feeling this longing. But knowing that he would feel this way and actually feeling it were two very different things. It seemed that with every look, every touch, every word that Senji gifted him was just another hook that latched on, digging in deeper to hold him in place. Always tugging at him, always reeling him back until he was where in belonged at the other demon's side. Maverick feared the day he would lose all freedom to walk away. For when that day came, he knew Senji would call him on it. There was no way the prince of demons would not notice that no matter how much he tried to drive Maverick away the man would just not go. No form of abuse would be enough. That day would be Maverick's end but he hoped on the darkest and loneliest of nights that it would also be a new beginning for him, for them.
Drawing his robe closer about himself, he shot a mock-glare towards his lover as he strode closer. "I tell you, you're warm and you leave. Some blanket you make!" As if it meant nothing to him at all and was simply a normal gesture, Maverick plopped himself down in the other demon's lap, pressing close chest to chest while once more winding Senji's arms about his torso.
"For that I make you both pillow and blanket now. Better not disappoint, I need my beauty sleep since we both can't go around looking like scruffy mongrels," he jested, knocking the side of his head playfully against his lover's own.
It did not escape him though how tense his arms felt as they fought to relax and hang loosely instead of grapple and cling onto Senji. Maverick so desperately wanted to lock himself in place and never let go. If he was rejected tonight after everything, his heart would shatter. He could pretend all he wanted that he enjoyed his twenty years away, in truth it was nice to have time alone. But, he always found himself longing more for his lover than his empty bed. It was only stubbornness and pride that ever kept him away so long. But, tonight he wanted Senji and nothing else. He did not want to be driven away when they had only just returned to their old ways. The day of his ending may be drawing near, but he wished with all his might that that decision, that end and possible beginning would not be this night. It was too soon, and he was not ready. Although if he was honest with himself, he never would be.