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Arthur smiled at the little affectionate kiss and he sat up more comfortably to watch the other man, listening to him.

He figured as much, he'd given plenty of fake names in his time. Arthur Callahan. Tacitus Kilgore. Hosea gave him the name Fenton during a mission, and he'd given himself the name Leviticus Cornwall at one point. Now while the medicine seller knew him by his real name, Arthur Morgan thanks to the wanted posters, he went by Arthur Sinclair to anyone else to tie him to the place and to keep his identity under wraps.

The confession of actually having no name was a surprise.

"That's strange. Your adopted parents not even give you one?" he asked, brow knitting.

"My... circumstances made such matters a little more complicated, and the humans who raised me thought it best that I name myself." He said by way of explanation, then shrugged, and began to wipe away the lingering mess still clinging to the hairs in Arthur's chest.

"I simply never got around to finding one I liked."

Arthur allowed him to clean him up, surprised again that his own parents hadn't given him something of a name.

He got up and pulled the cum-spattered blanket off the bed to avoid it soaking through to the sheets, as well as to allow him to clean up his ass as he seemed determined to do it all himself. He return the favor once he was done.

"Well, if Kusuriuri ain't your real name, what do I call yea?" he asked

As Arthur turned, he worked the warm, wet cloth between his legs, mopping away the sticky mess before the cum grew dry and tacky.

"That is what I would ask of you. If you would like to help me pick something."

He pressed a kiss to Arthur's shoulder, finishing the cleanup.

"It does not have to be right away. But if you wish me to stay, then I would like it if you could call me by a name."

The cleanup was very nice and another first with a male partner, the addition of soft kisses and touches also incredibly affectionate.

He turned back around, kissing the medicine seller's forehead, and chuckled, "I ain't much good at namin' things let alone people." he said, taking the cloth, rinsing it and beginning to clean the other up.

"You sure you want me to be tryin' to name yea?"

He hadn't realized how tense his shoulders had gone until he heard Arthur's chuckle and saw his lopsided smile. Whatever nerves had gripped him quickly drained away, and the corners of his mouth turned upwards as he regarded Arthur fondly.

"It is not as though I would have no input on the matter," he remarked with an amused huff.

Laying back, he let his legs fall open to let Arthur work.

"And as I said, there is no hurry. 'Kusuriuri' is fine for now."

Arthur dragged the warm damp cloth over the other's body, rinsing it before cleaning his cock and balls, leaning down to press a kiss against his belly when finished.

"Kusuriuri it is, until I can come up with somethin' half decent to run by yea." he grinned.

All washed up, Arthur hung the cloth aside to dry and tossed the dirty water outside before returning to the bed to lay with the other man.

"Does it mean somethin'? Kusuriuri I mean." He knew Arthur meant 'bear'-and the irony had not escaped him about it-but Sean also teased him occasionally calling him King Arthur like the legend of Arthur, Excalibur and Guinevere. He wasn't sure what his mother had in mind when she named him Arthur, maybe she just liked it.

The clean up felt nice, leaving him with a warmth inside he wasn't sure he could entirely attribute to arousal.

When Arthur rejoined him, he pulled the other, cleaner blanket around them both, and idly threaded his fingers through his hair as Arthur settled.

"It just means 'Medicine Seller'. Or 'Apothecary'. A perfectly fine thing for strangers to call me, but... we are not strangers, I think."

"Medicine seller, should be more like soap seller considering you ain't offered me any medicine but have washed me I reckon more than my momma did" he laughed, kissing whatever he could of the other man as they huddled under the blanket.

"And no, we definitely ain't." he said. The medicine seller knew about as much about him as many of the gang did. And knew him intimately too, which was more than Mary did.

"I'll try to think of somethin' for yea" he assured him. When he committed to doing something, he always went through with it with his best effort.

"Well, had I known about your illness sooner... but it seems now you will have little need of my remedies, save for most dire circumstances."

He brushed his fingers over the necklace of bitemarks and hickeys he'd left over Arthur's chest, all of them already fading.

He was about to freshen them up a little when Arthur was kissing him again and again and oh, it was heavenly. He reached so that he could cradle Arthur's cheeks in his hands, legs wrapping around his waist, as he kissed him soundly.

"Didn't find out until after we got back from Guarma" he said with a nod. And by then he was already coughing blood. Perhaps if he'd been a little less worse for wear he might have killed Micah that night. But there was no point in what-ifs. John and his family had gotten away, and in the end, that was what mattered. His second chance at life, being a bear, was an unforeseen turn of fate he'd not take for granted.

Arthur returned the kiss, smiling against the other's lips and shifting to lay over him as his legs went to wrap around him.

"Mmm I could kiss yea forever darlin'" he breathed, moving to his throat briefly. The heat was already pooling in his belly at the thought of being with him again.

"How you want me this time?"

"Please do," he murmured against his lips, one hand traveling from his cheek to wrap around his shoulder.

"And I want you just as you are. Close. I am afraid I am feeling rather sentimental at the moment."

Arthur returned to his lips, kissing him deeply, focusing entirely on the kiss and nothing more.

"Sentimental? Why?" he asked, withdrawing a little to press smaller kisses against his throat, shoulder, cheek and nibble on the lobe of his ear.

The Medicine Seller arched languidly up against Arthur, letting some friction build up warmth between them. The kisses were very good, and the nibble to his ear got a contented sigh from him.

"Mm, why do you think?"

He trailed kisses along Arthur's brow and to the side of his head, stroking his cheek.

"I ain't sure, that's why I'm askin'" he chuckled, grinning as small soft kisses were places upon his sun-kissed skin.

He caressed the man's side, opening one eye as he waited on an answer.

The Medicine Seller stroked Arthur's cheek, considering if he should just let the man figure it out for himself. He decided against playing his usual games, and instead pressed his forehead to Arthur's.

"Because I am with you, of course."

Arthur smiled, "You like being with me" he stated more than asked, stroking the other's long hair and soft cheek. "No idea why of all the bastards you..."

He swallowed thickly and buried his face against the other's neck.

"I do like being with you," he said, holding Arthur close to him, letting him hide away in the safety of the crook of his neck.

"You have a way of making me feel at ease that very few have ever managed."

He sighed, raising his head to look at him, his own hair falling a bit around his face.

Arthur knew whatever he'd done was in the past, no changing it, and the man cared not for whatever life he'd given up. But maybe it was all the heartbreak with Mary and Eliza talking but he felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

What was crazy was that he'd only known the medicine seller for a grand total of a week tops. felt like he'd known him for years.

"I don't deserve yea."

He idly brushed a few strands from Arthur's cheek, and drew the blanket closer around them as the wind outside picked up, sending a cool draft through the cracks in the cabin.

"Is it such a matter about what one does or does not deserve?"

He settled close, nuzzling the man's neck and caressing his cheek as he did his.

"Maybe. Maybe not. After what happened to Eliza and Isaac, figured good things didn't happen to those who did bad things. And when Mary left me, only pushed home the point."

Arthur drew all the blankets they had around them, snuggling close for warmth.

"Don't know if I still believe it, because it was true I wouldn't be here today, given another chance. And another chance with someone who...Who I come to enjoy the company of quite a lot" he smiled warmly.

He was quiet as Arthur spoke, fingers trailing along his back. The his smile was met with one from the Medicine Seller as well; his sharp and cunning features softening as he held him.

"It is a convenient narrative - it is much easier to attribute misfortune to behaviour. And though we may play a part in our own suffering, we both know that it is much more complicated than that."

He pressed a kiss into Arthur's hair.

"Why else would good people meet with terrible fates while the wicked revel in their lavish lives...?"

Arthur closed his eyes at the affection.

He supposed that was true, for every man like him who killed, there was someone with more money than they could ever spend being a hundred times more of a bastard to other folk, all in the name of civilization. Cornwall came to mind.

"You are so sweet to me" he sighed, focus shifting to the other man, pressing kisses and caresses to his body in turn.

He'd doubt such people were so farsighted as to have any ideals about the nature of progress and civilization, but such things certainly helped them engineer their sadism. Even rewarded it.

He had no illusions about what Arthur was capable of if pushed. But there was nothing out here pushing that side of him and he was simply allowed to be.

He kissed the lids of Arthur's eyes gently, gathering the man up in a warm embrace. The bed was lovely and cozy with Arthur so close, and the kisses were leaving him with that soft, floating feeling.

"You have given me no reason to be otherwise with you," he murmured, legs tightening around his hips. "And I do like being sweet with you."

Being held so softly and intimately too had him nuzzle against the medicine seller's neck.

He wriggled against him. "You wanna play some more or are you spent?" he asked in his ear before nibbling it.

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