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Dendera was surprised when he heard a foreign sound, laughter. But it wasn't just laughter, it was Silas's laughter. The umbreon had come to learn that smiles on the vaporeon's lips were rare, and laughter just never happened, but there it was. He stared at his companion in pure unbridled confusion, he hadn't said anything that he thought was funny but still light laughs continued to come from the other. It oddly made the umbreon feel warm, a small smile spreading over his own lips as he watched the odd sight. He was unsure of what he should do or say now, he didn't want to ruin whatever had brought joy to the vaporeon, but Silas soon broke the silence all on his own, requesting the trip to the Nile that he'd been promised before.

Dendera just gave a small nod in response, that bit of a smile still played on his lips as he started the car and drove back to the hotel. When they arrived, he parked the car and left the keys in it - so that the air conditioning could remain on and Silas wouldn't roast in the vehicle. He hurried up to their room, only grabbing the swim trunks that he'd bought for Silas, and his own, along with some sun block (unsure if Silas would need it or not considering how pale that he was, but Dendera himself had no need for it). Once he'd retrieved these items he rushed back down, a fast walk to the car that waited. When he got into the vehicle, he passed the items over to the vaporeon, started the care back up and headed down towards the Nile river.

When they arrived there, he parked the car and then turned to his companion, "You can't swim here, you'll get sick," he reminded the vaporeon in a soft tone, the same thing he'd told him on the plane when they were on their way to Egypt in the first place. "We'll take a fellucca down the river. South of here the water is cleaner." After he had finished speaking, he got out of the vehicle, walking over to the passenger's side and opening the door, leaning against the frame so that he was within close proximity to Silas, as usually earned him the sight of some red cheeks and an upset attitude.

"I still can't believe that you yelled at the President." he said with a laugh and a very wide smile, hanging close to the vaporeon.

Dendera's attention stayed mostly on his companion, catching sight of that familiar blush before the left the car to find a fellucca to take them down the river. The boat's owner spoke in Arbic to the obviously Egyptian umbreon, telling him the price and after Dendera had paid the man for the trip, the were able to board the fellucca and start off towards the cleaner part of the Nile - where tourists could take a swim. It wasn't long after the boat had started to move that he was suddenly positioned, looking away from the vaporeon - commanded not to move. He gave a warm bit of laughter and being bossed around by the shorter male, but obeyed the request nonetheless, for two reasons. For one, he didn't feel the need to twist Silas's panties into a knot, at least not right now. And for two, he was sure that he would end up assault charges if he were to catch anyone looking at the vaporeon's body. The latter was a foreign feeling for the umbreon, he never really got jealous over anyone and very rarely felt so protective over someone but he was coming to learn that Silas was able to get a lot more out of him than anyone before, and he was fine with that.

It didn't take more than a moment or two before he was turned back to facing his companion, and some part of him was actually surprised that Silas hadn't tried to keep the shirt on! The boy was usually flustered with showing any little bit of skin, and now Dendera could see a good majority of it. It was nice that the vaporeon was becoming more comfortable around him, which reminded him that the other hadn't even put up an argument at his request to sleep with him the night before. And the umbreon had even been shirtless at the time! The darker male was certainly chipping away at those walls that Silas tried so hard to keep up.

"Mhmm~" he agreed, as he heard the request - more like command - and took the offered bottle of sun block. Apparently the vaporeon had already applied the protection everywhere else, and demanded that Dendera only apply it to his back. The umbreon was certain that this was due to the fact that Silas turned beet red whenever he was touched by him. So he was only supposed to touch his back, that didn't quite stop him from making a brief attempt to fluster his companion, leaning forward to leave so soft kiss on Silas's shoulder blade before he put the sunblock into his hand to apply it. Before the vaporeon made any argument, which Dendera was sure was inevitable, he put his hands together, getting the bit of sunblock onto both of his hands, and then began to gently rub over the other's upper back - in the places that he couldn't comfortably reach himself.

As he did such, he leaned towards Silas's ear for a moment, speaking in a hushed voice, "I would let you do mine but I'm pretty sure I won't burn." and then he was finished. And before the vaporeon could get up, he made one last action to set those cheeks on fire, sliding his hands over the other's sides to wrap his arms around his stomach. "So what do you think of Egypt? Well, aside from it's President." he asked with a grin slipping onto his lips, leaning close enough now that Silas could turn to see the grin that he wore.

Dendera had expected the vaporeon to turn into a lobster, and he'd expected him to become rigid and push him off. In fact, it all brought a laugh out of him as the vaporeon reacted as usual. If he was was to be honest, his mind was still spending moments tracing back over the details of the funeral that they'd just been to. But it was nice that nothing had change, just Silas's reaction regardless of the fact that it wasn't a pleased reaction, told him that everything was okay. It told him that he would be alright, that he'd made the right choice, because he couldn't just leave this behind anymore than he could leave behind his home in the States.

"I know you can't." he admitted with a pleased smile, as he allowed the man to wriggle free of his grip. He'd realized a few things from his time with Silas and from watching his reactions in that time. The vaporeon acted nervous whenever he was close or touching him, he often blushed over the simplest compliments, he got violent when his space was invaded too much, for some reason there were times that he couldn't look into Dendera's eyes, and recently he'd learned that Silas was defensive over him.

Once his companion had settled back into his own seat and had answered his question, the umbreon's eyes trailed away, to the water, to the sands, to the city that he would be leaving behind once more very soon. "I really love it." he said softly, a faint reminiscent smile on his lips now. But soon he noticed Silas shooting a glare to the man that was transporting them down river, that was when he was reminded of something that he hadn't informed the vaporeon of. And so, he seated himself directly beside of the shorter male, leaning closely and speaking in a hushed voice that wouldn't be heard by anyone else. "He was staring because the way I was acting. Homosexuality here isn't an open..or generally permitted thing." It made him feel somewhat ashamed of his country to have to tell his companion of how close-minded they were compared to America, but it was the truth and probably something that he should have told him sooner. His statement also happened to imply that he understood what his actions suggested but he did them anyway, but Dendera wasn't paying much attention to that implication.

When Dendera heard his companion speaking to himself in a confused manner it brought to his attention the fact that his own statement had implied something that he hadn't meant to imply. "I don't mean to say that we're.." he paused unsure of what he was even planning on saying in the first place, "..that we're..uh." he repeated, as though somehow saying it again would make him finish the sentence. '..with each-other..dating..together' his mind supplied, finishing the sentence three times over but still it didn't leave his mouth. "Like...that..um" he tried again to finish, using very vague terms, biting down on his lip for a moment before continuing - sure that Silas would know what he meant regardless, "Just that I..I guess it looks that way..sometimes."

The umbreon's eyes were now downcast as he thought over his horrible choice of words and then realized that he'd just implied something again, that he didn't want to imply. He felt completely flustered and regretted bringing it up, it was like he'd been transported back into childhood when if a guy had a crush he stumbled around the subject like it was a field of landmines. But Dendera had never been that boy, only seen it and thought that it was foolish - but now here he was stumbling over his own sentences over a guy that he could be comfortable with in just about any other conversation.

"Not to say that I don't want..that, just.." he began to notice that his hands had started to move to attempt to assist his words as he tried, and failed to explain himself, "Unless that's what you want..?" it was an implied question in the way that he spoke the last sentence - all of the sentences having been broken and missing words that would have aided in understanding them. By this point he was embarrassed of himself for acting like such a mess over a topic that he didn't think should send him for such a loop. He couldn't help but to laugh at himself, a soft short bit of laughter as he ran a hand over his face for a moment before looking to the river to avoid looking at the vaporeon. But as his eyes trailed along the nubian homes that lined the river as they came closer to the south of it, they soon found their way to that mass of blue hair and then within moments he was caught, staring into pretty blue eyes that he'd tried to avoid.

Dendera head the start of a sentence, still unsure of what was to follow. In some small way, he understood that Silas felt for him the same way that he felt for the vaporeon, but he was still unsure of himself and he was actually nervous. It was becoming a recurring event around Silas, this nervous, embarrassed, fumbling over words thing - making him act like a different person from who he was used to being. Fearless, strong, fast, caring but detached - these were all words that the people that knew him understood to fit him perfectly. He never got nervous around people, because he never cared what they thought or did. The only extent that he was ever used to caring about people was to care about their well-being as people, to care about their general safety, their thoughts and feelings were things that Dendera just could never be bothered with. He'd never had a desire to be close to people and never felt the attachment that most people did. Even with Amasis, he respected and loved the man but never in a natural father/son way, it was always this care with distance because loving responses had never really clicked for the umbreon.

The fellucca had stopped and whatever it was that Silas was trying to say, he apparently felt that he'd avoided it because now he gathered his things and stepped off of the boat in silence. And normally, Dendera would just let him get away with that but for some reason, he was still waiting on that response. He gathered his things and paid the man in Egyptian pounds as they left him there - in Arabic it was agreed that he would be in the Nubian village when they were ready to go back. After which he grabbed hold of a pale wrist that was becoming very familiar and led the vaporeon to the river's bank - a lovely scene of nature that appeared untouched by man but the humble homes were nearby with dark skinned Egyptian children running around and playing - all of it reminding the umbreon of his past.

Finally he turned the vaporeon to face the children, much like Silas had done to him when they were on the fellucca. "You can watch if you really want to I just didn't want the kids watching~" he said with the hint of a grin threaten to tug up his lips, it was a bit of a tease but he at least meant it. He didn't care too much if Silas saw his body, in fact part of him wanted him to but it was layered down with this mild nervousness that the umbreon couldn't explain of understand. He pulled off his shirt and then his pants and underwear in a swift tug before putting on the dark swim trunks. After pulling the string to tighten them he informed Silas, "Done." he said as he turned away from the vaporeon, taking a few steps into the nearby Nile river. It was cool and even the scent of it was filled with nostalgia for the umbreon, and brought a small warm smile to his face. The warmth on his bare chest from the sun of the desert and the cool water that now licked as his feet, it all felt so welcoming to him.

When he turned to look at that mass of blue hair again he spoke softly, "You don't have to..." he said with a pause, knowing what he wanted to say but unsure if he should or not. But he'd already began, so he convinced himself that was reason enough to continue, "I just...like the idea of never having to worry about sharing you." he wasn't sure how that would sound to Silas, but he'd said it with only the best intentions, and now his eyes cam back to the water that was at his ankles as he pondered their relationship - whatever it was - and what the vaporeon had come to mean to him.

Dendera watched as his companions cheeks lit up, the tint of red taking over his features as it so often did around the umbreon. He was still worried about how Silas would take the words that he'd said, he hoped that he would understand what he'd meant at the very least. Soon, those deep blue eyes were shut off from him, the shorter male turning a bit away as he spoke. He was surprised at Silas's words, still finding it hard to believe when the vaporeon was gentle and honest rather than lashing out, and he thought that he'd been struck speechless by it but before he knew it, words began to come from his lips. "I'm yours." he said with a bit of a smile as he turned to face the water, his face felt warm but he was certain that it wasn't enough to show through his dark skin - but still he felt the need to turn away. "I always have been." he admitted, knowing that Silas had caught his attention from the very first night they'd spoken. Somehow the vaporeon had just captured his interest, and never lost it.

Just as he finished speaking, splash broke into his view and Silas had disappeared beneath the waters of the Nile. Within a few moments though, he'd come up for air, his wet hair hung down in his face. A wide grin spread across his lips, seeing Silas genuinely excited about something for what seemed like the first time. Something in him wanted to proclaim again, as he'd done on many occasions, just how adorable the vaporeon could be. But he contained this urge, instead finishing his own descent into the cool water which was such a fine switch from the heat of Egypt, though he was accustomed to the warm weather. He didn't dive in, just walking in until his feet could no longer touch the ground, watching as his long black hair fanned out around him, flowing with the water.

Once he had pushed his hair aside, and out of his face, he waded through the water towards that certain familiar face, and some little bit of his somewhat confident, teasing demeanor began to return to him. "And you're mine." he said with a grin, "Whether you know it or not." he offered his feigned confidence though a part of him was really wondering if he was right. He felt like he was, Silas acted like he was sometimes, but it was something that hadn't settled in his head as a fact yet. Pulling himself from his thoughts, he realized that saying that would probably invoke the vaporeon's usual wrath so he decided it couldn't hurt to push him a little more. He ducked beneath the water, becoming barely if at all visible from the mess of his own hair, and then reached up with dark hands sliding up a pale torso and coming to rest on the vaporeon's shoulders before dragging him beneath the water. Then, he mashed his lips against Silas's only for a few moments awkwardly because of being underwater. And immediately after, he pushed himself back - an attempt to dodge what he thought would be an inevitable attack for the assault he'd just committed.

Dendera was quite grateful that he was fairly good at holding his breath, because what had been started as one of his brief assaults on the vaporeon's personal space bubble had been turned into quite a long few moments underneath the water as Silas stared at him. The tug on his hair was expected, and he didn't even attempt to stop it, and in fact the water slowing the vaporeon's movements had dulled out whatever pain it might have caused above the water's surface. He held his gaze steadily on his companion, a slightly confused look on his face, still unsure of what it was that Silas saw when he looked at him like that. But no ideas came to him, his mind more distracted with holding his breath than by trying to solve the inner workings of the vaporeon.

Silas's defensive demeanor was soon gone, melted away into just that stare, the one that Dendera never could understand. But before too long of that, the vaporeon began to come closer, and the taller male expected a whack or something. He was surprised when those lips met his own again, letting his eyes slip closed for the brief moment that it happened, opening up afterward to see Silas's bright red face. When he saw the vaporeon making towards the air above, he realized he couldn't hold his breath any longer either, and followed shortly after, taking a deep breath of humid air as soon as he broke the waters surface.

After his breathing had settled, his red eyes had settled into place on his blushing companion. He could think of a teasing remark or two, definitely, but when he spoke it wasn't taunting or cocky, it was gentle and soft instead, "Why do you seem so afraid to admit that you want to kiss me?" he asked with sincere curiosity and concern written all over his face, "You know that you're not going to be rejected, and I'm not going to think any less of you.." he attempted to explain the reasons why it made no sense for Silas to be so reluctant when Dendera felt like he wasn't the only one that wanted to, "Unless I'm wrong and you don't want to." he raised his hands up from beneath the water to reach out for the vaporeon's face but stopped just short of it, retracting his hands as he bit his lip for a moment. "I'm not going to hurt you." he assured him though he knew he'd promised this before and he never knew if it made any difference or not to Silas, but he hoped that saying it enough might make it easier to believe, especially considering that he'd already shown he was willing to do just about anything for the vaporeon.

Dendera watched as those blue eyes darted away from him again, so often trying to avoid his gaze and whatever it was that Silas saw in it. He let his expression soften, a very small smile coming over his lips, he'd realized that he'd taken the conversation into a much more serious place and letting his serious expression slip away for now was his way of trying to make it easier to talk about. Though it seemed, anything about their odd relationship was difficult for the vaporeon to talk about. As he listened, he let himself sink just enough for his lips to barely graze the water, keeping his eyes on his companion.

As soon as he caught a glimpse of those bright red cheeks though, the vaporeon disappeared into the river, taking away the umbreon's chance at responding. He had the urge to drag Silas back up above the water, but he killed that urge, knowing that sometimes the vaporeon just needed to sort his head, and that he would have to come up for air eventually. He just waited, his eyes following the light waves that flowed along the river, tracing the path down it that led deeper into the less city like parts of Egypt. Before he knew it, a head full of wet blue hair came into his vision and soon after he found himself gazing at an all too familiar glare.

He heard the vaporeon's words and offered a small half smile in response, unsure of what he could say to that. He knew that somehow he always affected Silas greatly, he also knew that for some reason the vaporeon wasn't stopping him. But while Silas had been beneath the water, he'd thought about what he wanted to say in response to the shorter males earlier statements, before he'd ducked underwater. He reached out to grab hold of Silas's shoulders, gently but firmly preventing any possible attempt to lash out for the action. He pulled him close but didn't embrace him, his dark face hung close to the vaporeon's ear, not bothering to move the mass of hair away from it. "I don't want you to be again." his brow knit as he let his words wash over him, he knew what the feeling was but he was sure he'd not felt it before - not about any person at least, only his hand guns, "Not anyone else." he continued, letting his head tilt to press the side of his face against Silas's, lips still hanging close to his ear. "Let me be the first and last." he requested softly, knowing the name for what he was feeling. Possessive. He wanted Silas, he didn't want to share the feelings that the vaporeon had for him, he realized that he didn't even like to think about it.