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Arthur lifted his head slightly at the alarm sounding near his head, then groaned. He tried to shift himself toward the source of the offending sound, only to be hindered by the bed's other occupant, awkwardly draped over him. He groaned again, trying to extricate himself from the other man's embrace. His reward was a sound somewhere between a growl and a whimper, and a tightening of the grip around him. Arthur, performing a worthy (and moreover authentic) snarl, practically leapt out from under the other man's grip, slamming down hard on the alarm clock. Any other system would have seen that as their death blow, but Elliot was used to his client's... less-than-savory moods in the morning. Finally freed of the Most Annoying Sound, Arthur fell back, rolling his eyes as Logan's arms began snaking around him again.

"Early to rise, Logan. Training day today."

"Don't wanna," he replied, defiantly tightening his grip. Arthur broke out a rare smile, gently beginning what would be an epic battle to free himself from his boyfriend's clutches.

"Come on, you promised. We shook hands on it." [i]Sort of...[/i]

"Too tired to care. Let's just stay home. Sleep. Eat cookies or whatever."

"I'm under no illusions of what 'whatever' translates to in your deluded little mind--"

"Nuuuuuuhhh, too early for big words--"

"--come on. If you're a good boy today, I might give you a treat."

Logan finally raised his head, fixing his significant other with a squinty glare.

"How do you do that?"

"What?"

"That weird, condescendy thing, and still make me like it."

Arthur smiled again (this was surely becoming a new record) and patted the other man's cheek fondly. "Ancient superhuman secret."

Logan wrinkled his nose, unimpressed. "That doesn't make any sense. I'm a Meta, too."

"Then clearly you are untrained, and thus, all the more reason for us to do so today," said Arthur, grinning smugly. Logan rolled his eyes.

"You owe me," he said grumpily, making a great show of tossing off the covers and flinging himself out of bed, before practically stomping off to the bathroom.

"You complete me!" shouted Arthur after him, earning a very particular finger in response. Arthur then stood up, stretching, getting himself into what Logan called his "Business Mode."

[i]Let's go catch some bad guys.[/i]