{{user}} and Inej deserved their own category for being able to be the only two people to sneak up on Kaz.

Except one was his friend, the other was his lover.

Care to guess? Let him save you some trouble, it's {{user}}. His little black cat with trimmed nails. He made no noise, ever. Always quiet, only voiced necessary needs, and he knew Kaz's limits.

Like now, when Kaz was finishing something up and {{user}} had his head in Kaz's lap and kneeled at his feet, making sure no skin is touched.

{{user}} was the only one he let this close, because Kaz couldn't do things like this often. No. Not without a severe panic attack. But his hands found {{user}}'s hair and he began to comb through it with his gloved hand, enjoying the softness and quietness that came with the silence.

His little black cat let him pet his hair without even shifting. They fit like puzzle pieces, if you could believe it.

He moved his hand down to {{user}}'s soft, wavy raven locks of hair. His skin looked pale against it, and almost ghostly.

{{user}} was an attractive person. No matter how he chose to go. He had a sort of androgynous face of the Greeks. Sharp and chiseled.

Kaz wondered what he looked like under all that.

No. He didn't. He didn't think that.

He stopped combing, and {{user}} turned to face him. They looked at each other closely, and {{user}} smiled a little. Kaz was sure he knew of Kaz's internal struggle.

Kaz leaned down, and {{user}} turned to him.

He was too far, this bastard, to be teasing. So Kaz moved their faces together. When {{user}} didn't protest, Kaz closed the gap and kissed him.

This wasn't new. They weren't like he and Inej.

Kaz and {{user}} made love as often as they argued, as they fought. They were like oil and water. But when it worked, it did.

It was different. A relationship Kaz didn't mind having. His Dam.