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Adult
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1
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Marks
Marks
An Alec/Vincent fiction by Setsuna-Jikan
He has many distinctive marks. As he sleeps, my fingers touch them, trace them. A small groove in his eyebrow from falling out of a tree when he was nine. White speckles dancing down his jaw, a thick inch on his chin--little souvenirs from our fights. Numerous marks and blemishes on his cold bony hands--that large splotch is from that one time he tried to fix that computer and it blew up on him. I laughed my ass off when he yelped and stuck his scorched hand into his mouth, spitting out any word his mind could think of in any combination. I am certain most of them were impossible.
My lips trail over the star shaped pink marks on his shoulder and arm; my hands caress the ragged lines on his back. Battle wounds.
Sleepy green eyes blink open to pin me with a stare. I smile, amused, and kiss chapped lips.
"Hey," I say quietly, rubbing his sides. My right hand smoothes over a seven inch ridge. Torture, that one.
"Hey," he agrees, rubbing at his face, tangling a hand in his mussy blonde hair. I grinned; he looked absolutely fuckable. He turned to his head towards the approximate location of the crappy bed side clock, squinting. "What time is it?"
"Not time to get up," I reassured him, kissing his head.
Green eyes shot me a sardonic look.
"You're touchy tonight."
"Can you blame me?" I ask, my voice whisper soft.
"...Not really," he grouses. His arms reach toward the ceiling as he stretches, popping his back and shoulders. Fingers absently scratch at the thick white bindings around his neck before wrapping themselves around me. "Now. Stop touching and start sleeping." He presses his scruffy face into my neck, tangles his bony legs with mine.
I could get the hint well enough. I grin at him, placing my mouth right near his ear.
"Sure. Sleep," I breathe, kissing the soft flesh. His body does a slow shudder against mine; broken nails dig into my back.
A fist bops me on the head. "Down, boy."
I laugh. I gave it my best shot. Settling down under the cheap white sheets, I hold my lover close, listening to his breath as it steadies and evens out.
Everyone has their own marks, and I'll never get tired of his.
---{{{}}}---
AN: There, a little not-psychotic love to brighten you all up. ^^ I like this.
Yeah, Alec's got a lot of scars but so do I and I haven't even lead half as exciting a life as he has. Vincent's got some scars, too, namely the one on his face, but he's mooning over Alec here. Vincent's a smoosh later on, but then again so is Alec. Sorta. ....Yeah.
Sets, out!
::end transmission::
An Alec/Vincent fiction by Setsuna-Jikan
He has many distinctive marks. As he sleeps, my fingers touch them, trace them. A small groove in his eyebrow from falling out of a tree when he was nine. White speckles dancing down his jaw, a thick inch on his chin--little souvenirs from our fights. Numerous marks and blemishes on his cold bony hands--that large splotch is from that one time he tried to fix that computer and it blew up on him. I laughed my ass off when he yelped and stuck his scorched hand into his mouth, spitting out any word his mind could think of in any combination. I am certain most of them were impossible.
My lips trail over the star shaped pink marks on his shoulder and arm; my hands caress the ragged lines on his back. Battle wounds.
Sleepy green eyes blink open to pin me with a stare. I smile, amused, and kiss chapped lips.
"Hey," I say quietly, rubbing his sides. My right hand smoothes over a seven inch ridge. Torture, that one.
"Hey," he agrees, rubbing at his face, tangling a hand in his mussy blonde hair. I grinned; he looked absolutely fuckable. He turned to his head towards the approximate location of the crappy bed side clock, squinting. "What time is it?"
"Not time to get up," I reassured him, kissing his head.
Green eyes shot me a sardonic look.
"You're touchy tonight."
"Can you blame me?" I ask, my voice whisper soft.
"...Not really," he grouses. His arms reach toward the ceiling as he stretches, popping his back and shoulders. Fingers absently scratch at the thick white bindings around his neck before wrapping themselves around me. "Now. Stop touching and start sleeping." He presses his scruffy face into my neck, tangles his bony legs with mine.
I could get the hint well enough. I grin at him, placing my mouth right near his ear.
"Sure. Sleep," I breathe, kissing the soft flesh. His body does a slow shudder against mine; broken nails dig into my back.
A fist bops me on the head. "Down, boy."
I laugh. I gave it my best shot. Settling down under the cheap white sheets, I hold my lover close, listening to his breath as it steadies and evens out.
Everyone has their own marks, and I'll never get tired of his.
---{{{}}}---
AN: There, a little not-psychotic love to brighten you all up. ^^ I like this.
Yeah, Alec's got a lot of scars but so do I and I haven't even lead half as exciting a life as he has. Vincent's got some scars, too, namely the one on his face, but he's mooning over Alec here. Vincent's a smoosh later on, but then again so is Alec. Sorta. ....Yeah.
Sets, out!
::end transmission::