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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:57 am
Now that he actually thought about it, Lycander couldn't name a single time he'd ever slept with another person in the same sleeping space. And as Requiem pushed him back against the sleeping bags, lowering himself down as well, the redhead promptly determined he very much enjoyed it. And cuddles. Those were nice.
"Hmmm...?" He cracked an eye open, hand raising to brush strands of that pale hair out of Requiem's eyes. And he was biting his lip. Again.
Lycander Taimborlin had thus determined that seeing Requiem bit his lip hinted towards the shy Majin doing not so shy things.
His hand traced along his cheek, across his boyfriends lips, resting back against his cheek. Which was a magnificent shade of red right now. He had no idea what was making Requiem so red. Though if his mind had been fully functioning and not slow on the uptake, Lycander probably would have figured it out sooner. And saved himself the embarrassment of not realizing what Requiem was thinking.
Not that he hadn't thought about it before. More than once.
A small frown started to form, the unspoken question in Lycander's gaze. He didn't want to ask what was wrong. Not with how Requiem was hesitating. So he watched him, waiting it out. Growing more confused when Requiem pulled away to sit up.
Is he...uncomfortable...?
It didn't escape his notice how fingers clenched at the hem of the shirt. That hesitation still present. One eyebrow slowly started to rise...and then Requiem pulled his shirt off.
A few things clicked into place in his foggy mind. Lycander felt his eyes widen, immediately traveling down the now bare chest exposed. A faint dusting of red spread along his own cheeks. Did...did he really...? The redhead swallowed around a thick lump in his throat.
Propping himself up, eyes still taking in the contours of Requiem's chest before moving up to those golden eyes, something shifted in his green gaze. A yearning that had remained hidden. Swallowing again, his hand was moving before his mind fully thought out the action. He placed his palm flat against Requiem's chest, letting it slide down to his side.
"A-Ar..." He stopped, taking in a breath. "Are you...sure...?" His voice was quiet, lower. A shiver danced across his spine, hand moving back to smooth along the pale chest.
There was a moment of emerald eyes meeting golden ones, slight fear in Lycander's gaze. He did not want to scare his boyfriend or do something he didn't truly want. Then his hands were moving slowly to the hem of his own shirt, and with only a small hesitation, Lycander pulled it up over his head.
He hoped that was answer enough.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 1:13 am
The night was slightly cold, and Requiem shivered a little inside the confines of the tent, sitting on his knees beside Lycander. It was not, however, cold enough to be uncomfortable, and Requiem was not sure he could bear to look at Lycander.
Not after what he had just done. After all, he had essentially just given himself over to someone else. It was an odd feeling, being this exposed - and that did not just mean the fact that he had taken his shirt off in front of Lycander. Exposing himself mentally, opening himself up to such a thing, letting himself do something that would be so very raw and emotional was a big step.
But it was a step he wanted to take. Requiem felt both vulnerable and embarrassed, but this was what he wanted. What he needed, somehow.
He needed Lycander.
The redhead had sat up now, and something warm pressed unexpectedly against Requiem's newly bare chest - Lycander's hand, his fingers drifting down his side, then back up again, and Requiem could hear his own heart beating, feel the way he shivered a little, biting his lip again. He reached out to catch Lycander's hand in his own, to stop what he was doing.
"I - " he started to say, but Lycander had already moved back, pulling his own shirt off. Beneath it, he was lithe and limber, with a faintly defined chest and stomach and Requiem swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay calm.
Am I sure that this is what I want?
Hesitantly he leaned forward, moved back a fraction of an inch, then leaned forward again, pressing his lips very gently against Lycander's. He lifted his hands, resting them lightly on the redhead's chest, and then shifted, moving back once more.
The moonlight was pale and muffled through the walls of the tent, but Requiem had stopped paying attention. Something quiet and resolved settled into his stomach, something warm and reassuring.
Just like Lycander.
Requiem shifted entirely now, moving so that he was kneeling in Lycander's lap, only this time facing him with his legs on either side of him. He slid his hands upwards until he had linked them behind Lycander's neck, and then, embarrassed at his own forwardness, sat there silently, his face extremely red.
And this time he waited for Lycander to make the first move.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 10:04 am
His mind was having problems comprehending that this was happening. Not only had he been able to confess his feelings, and hear Requiem's feelings as well. Now he was being offered something very precious. And why yes. Yes he was rather red in the face as well. But there was something else in him spurring him on to touch the exposed skin. To suppress a shiver as he felt the ripples of one race through Requiem's body.
I think I really did die.
And if not, I probably will after tonight.
He shooed that little portion of his mind into the background. His eyes had fallen on the hand gripping his, slowly moving back up to meet Requiem's. He wasn't sure how this would end, but if that was what his boyfriend wanted, well. Lycander was more than willing to let himself slip just this once.
The cooler air made is skin tingle as he removed his shirt. Lycander shivered, his own heart beating at a dangerous level. Especially as Requiem leaned forward hesitantly, seemed to think twice, but then pressed his lips to his own. The feel of hands on his chest, so much warmer then the air around them had his guy twisting with something he identified as anticipation.
I...I can do this....right? He thought, watching his boyfriend pull back again.
He was so lovely, bathed in the moonlight filtering in through the tent. Lycander felt his own resolve forming in the pit of his stomach. Yes. I can do this.
That warmth budding somewhere inside increased as he stared up into golden eyes he loved so much. Hands rose to slowly trace along the flat stomach in front of him as Requiem knelt in his lap. Or straddled his lap. From his stomach, Lycander slid his hands along to his lower back, resting them there. He wasn't sure what led him to, as Lycander truthfully wasn't that experienced in this sort of thing, but he leaned forward and placed a feather light kiss just above Requiem's stomach. Then another a little higher up. And continued to leave a small trail of little kisses until he reached his jaw.
Eyes flicking up, Lycander held Requiem's gaze as he pulled him a little closer. Leaning in, his lips briefly touched Requiem's before pulling away. Then with a shiver, the redhead kissed him again, in a slow and sweet manner that gradually deepened yet still possessed a hint of hesitancy and fear of taking things where he should not.
If this is what he wants...I can do this.
With another, stronger shiver, Lycander increased his hold and the kiss. Leaning backward carefully, he pulled Requiem down on top of him, feeling the strange and enticing feeling of skin brushing along skin. His fingers traced along his spine, marveling at the feelings of heat that tingled at his fingertips until he brushed the fabric of his pants. Not yet. They stopped there, doing nothing more than trace slow circles into Requiem's back.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 10:37 am
If he was dreaming, then Requiem was certain he was not alive anymore, since he did not ever have dreams quite like this. He had thought about Lycander, of course, but his thoughts were usually quietly appreciative of the man who had stood beside him all this time. Perhaps it was because all this time he had not been ready to go any farther than simple hand holding and gentle kisses; for a long time, that was all he had needed.
He had not even thought about what Lycander had needed - what he had pushed aside and let himself step back from only to make Requiem more comfortable and more at ease. Requiem had never once taken into account how hard it must have been for Lycander to suppress everything he wanted, but the fact remained that the redhead had set everything aside, including his own wants.
Just to make him happy. Which was why, although he was shivering and his stomach kept turning over and his heart was beating so fast it was difficult to not hear it, that Requiem felt no fear. A bit of anxiousness, some hesitancy and nervousness, perhaps.
But not fear.
Lycander's hands had slipped around to his back, resting there, and his head was ducked down, his lips moving across Requiem's stomach, then his torso, then his chest. Requiem's fingers tightened where they were around his boyfriend's neck, his face flushing red, his breath catching in his throat.
And then Lycander was looking at him with an expression so full of tenderness and love that Requiem felt as though he were drowning in it. The first kiss was brief, barely there, but then Lycander kissed him again and it was sweet and gently passionate, and Requiem's arms moved to wrap around the redhead's neck, pressing himself against him. He did not even hesitate to move when Lycander leaned back, drawing Requiem down on top of him, and Requiem felt his heart beating against Lycander's.
I love you.
The kiss grew deeper, slightly more fervent, but never anything too much too fast. Everything Lycander did was gentle and slow and just for him, and Requiem had no words to express his gratitude.
He drew away when he felt the hands against his hips and lower back, resting along the waistband of his pants. Face flushed, he looked down at Lycander, his face flushed a brilliant red, his lips barely half an inch away from his. There were words in Requiem's head, but none of them were connected, all of them disjointed and confusing and muddled, and somehow they did not seem to be quite enough to express everything he wanted to say.
So he said nothing at all, instead gave a very small, quiet nod. His own hand moved, taking one of Lycander's and drawing it towards him, linking their fingers together tightly as he pressed himself against the man he loved and kissed him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 9:12 pm
There was a part of his mind that was on a constant broken record of thoughts. Was he doing this well enough? Was he going too fast? Did Requiem really feel comfortable with this? Why was he thinking so hard at a time like this? Lycander couldn't help it though. He'd always been like that. Especially when it came to his boyfriend.
The feeling of Requiem's arms around his neck was strangely comforting to his galloping thoughts. It made the redhead feel like he was most definitely Requiem's. And that he was being given permission to get away with a little more than usual.
Still that hesitancy was there. Slowly. Gently. He would not rush this. As much as that growing feeling in the pit of his stomach was demanding that he step things up, Lycander held back. However with each kiss a little more of his self control broke. But he was, to his core, sweet and gentle with a fiery passion buried somewhere under the surface of his skin. Even as he took their kisses to higher levels, he made sure to never pin or force Requiem into a position he couldn't back away from easily.
Which was why he'd pulled Requiem on top of him instead of rolling to pin the other man beneath him. Not that this thought lasted very long as a whole wave of emotions and feelings crashed into him at having another body pressed against his own. He shifted himself only a little to make sure both of them were comfortable enough. Requiem's racing heart was echoed with his own chaotic beating. His hold tightened a fraction, pulling Requiem closer to better feel the beat of his heart matched against his own.
Lycander tried not to make any noise of protest when Requiem drew away. Even if it wasn't very far. The hands at his back stilled, his breathing harsher then usual. For a small moment, Lycander feared that maybe he had taken things too far.
I will only do whatever you want.
He let his hooded gaze convey that thought the best he could to his boyfriend. If he wasn't quite ready, that was alright. He'd tone himself down. Maybe. Okay he'd at least try to.
I'd do anything for you. Because I love you.
And then he nodded. Lycander just stared up at that gentle face. Fingers twining with his as his hand was snagged. He shivered, closing his eyes as Requiem kissed him again. His hand gripped Requiem's harder. Slowly, willing to stop at anytime, Lycander slipped his fingers under the waistline of Requiem's pants, hooking his thumb along the outside. But he didn't go any farther, instead pulling Requiem more firmly against him as his hips slowly shifted.
"Tell me...to stop...at any time, darling. And...I will." He breathed against his lips. Then gently snagged Requiem's lower lip and applied slight pressure to give him a light n**.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 9:44 pm
He did not know what time it was. The moon was not directly overhead, but it was still up in the sky, which meant that it was still night, and not really close to morning just yet. It could have been close to one in the morning, or perhaps two, or even three. But his thoughts were far, far from the moon, far from the sense of time, far from anything other than the person he was focusing his attention on, the person that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
The thought scared him, his fingers trembling a little where they clasped Lycander's tightly, Requiem stretching his legs out and letting himself relax as much as he could on top of the redhead. He tasted sweetness, something that was purely, inexplicably Lycander, and his pale hair fell across his face as he looked down at his boyfriend.
He had never really thought of Lycander as "beautiful." For some reason, the word had not ever crossed his mind. "Handsome," perhaps, or "pleasant," or "quirky," but Requiem had not come across "beautiful."
Until now. He supposed it was odd, calling a man beautiful, but there was no other word. Lycander's vibrantly red hair was spread out over the pillow, his pale face framed by it, muffled rays of moonlight casting dark shadows over his skin.
And his face...Requiem moved the hand that wasn't holding Lycander's slowly upwards, letting his fingers drift across his boyfriend's cheek, stroking them gently over his skin, then hesitantly across his lips, which felt warm and familiar. It was as though he were trying to memorize how he looked with his touch.
All mine.
He had given his decision - now to see what Lycander would say to it. But he didn't say anything at all. Instead, Requiem felt his hand move lower, fingers gentle as they skimmed over his lower back, the redhead shifting beneath him and drawing him closer, their hips pressed firmly together - and Requiem shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the cold.
"I..." said Requiem dizzily, trying to regain some sense of control of his thoughts. He started to bite his lower lip again, but Lycander beat him to it. Face flushed entirely too red, Requiem could not help the small gasp that escaped his throat. His fingers clenched tighter around Lycander's, as though letting go would mean losing him somehow.
He could not lose him. Not now, not ever. Requiem just looked at Lycander, their eyes locked, their faces a mere inch apart.
"...don't stop," he said, very quietly, and leaned forward, his lips parted as they met Lycander's, their fingers entwined together like he hoped they always would be.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 10:24 pm
His skin felt warm. Much warmer than was usual. There was a flame lurking inside, just waiting to burst into an inferno. Each breath he took, the rise and fall of his chest causing small shifts of skin against skin made his mind reel with the feelings produced.
He very much liked it. Liked everything about Requiem's touch. The feel of his body laying on top of his, the most vulnerable he'd seen the Majin be. And he was trusting him with what to do. Yet, Lycander had to admit that Requiem was doing a fine job on his own without too much prompting from himself. The gentle and hesitant way he stroked his cheek just made his mind explode with so much adoration.
A tiny smile quirked his lips up as fingers brushed against them, Lycander nipping at one playfully.
But it was the small gasp that he pulled out of Requiem when he bit his lip that earned a chuckle. Though even the playful nips were never hard enough to risk leaving marks or were really anything beyond a mild 'pinch'.
Those golden eyes met his, Lycander's emerald ones showing he meant every word. He would not, and never had, taken any actions that Requiem wasn't completely alright with. Even now, with that glitter in his eyes hinting at a passion just waiting to be unleashed barely suppressed in his gaze, Lycander was....well, Lycander.
Until those soft, sweet words were whispered. Lycander felt as if something snapped, a deep sigh reverberating through his mind. He let his control fall, getting a good taste of his boyfriend with that kiss. And with the last of his guards dropped, Lycander gave Requiem exactly what they both wanted.
I love you, darling.
~ ~ ~
He did not, under any circumstances, want to get up. At all.
His head was squished quite comfortably against something warm. That smelled nice. And his arms clutched something. Or someone.
Lycander stretched his legs out carefully, but made no effort to untangle them from the other pair of legs. Thoughts from last night raced too fast through his mind. By the time they slowed some, there was a magnificent blush forming across his cheeks. As well as a purely masculine smile.
Last night had been...amazing.
And he wouldn't have changed a thing about it.
Except maybe the almost dying part.
He curled closer - if it was possible - to the warm body of his boyfriend. Oh god did he ache. In a pleasant way. With a few unpleasant ones. Like the bruising on his arms. And head. And screw it, he didn't care! Nor was he going to make the effort to crack an eye open and see if it was bright out or not. That required moving. And was too much effort.
Lazy. Lycander was being lazy. But it meant he could stay tangled up with Requiem for that much longer!
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 10:38 pm
Requiem's dreams were fuzzy, at best, and he could not remember them when he awoke the next morning. The edges of his thoughts were pleasantly blurred, and everything felt soft and warm and reassuring, even in his subconscious thoughts.
It was the first time in a very long time that his dreams had not been black. It had been so long since they had not been plagued by the hunger that was constantly there, always below the surface, that Requiem had entirely forgotten what it was like to sleep peacefully by now. He had long since grown used to the churning, coiling, dark dreams he always had - which was why, when he slowly rose back to consciousness, he was somewhat more disoriented than he normally would be.
The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was the warmth.
He could see the sunlight making muted patches of gold along the thin walls of the tent, which was still somewhat dim inside. However, it was a significant deal lighter than how it had been last night, which meant that Requiem could see everything much more clearly.
Like the fact that he was lying here, wrapped up in Lycander's arms, their legs tangled together, both of them clothesless.
The red flush that crossed his face was entirely expected, Requiem's entire face a brilliant scarlet. His back was pressed against Lycander's bare back, which meant that he could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart. It was a soothing sound, something that was somehow reassuring.
He remembered falling asleep to the sound last night, his head resting on Lycander's chest - as well as the other things they had done before then.
The other things. Requiem's face could not have gotten any redder if he painted it himself. He could not quite believe he, of all people, had been so forward, so brash in his words, in his gestures. He had never been one to initiate things - least of all any sort of intimacy - so the fact that last night he had...
Well. He couldn't say it had been bad. In fact, it had been anything but bad; it had been something...indescribable. Something very raw, very open and vulnerable and filled with emotions and patience and love.
Something that he did not regret.
Requiem carefully extracted his legs from Lycander's - he was very stiff and his body ached, so it took him longer than usual - and twisted around so that he was facing his boyfriend, his face red and - as usual - biting his lower lip.
"...good...morning..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 11:07 pm
He felt the slow shifting behind him. The loss of legs mingled with his own. Daaamn. Did that mean he had to move? He was not typically a lazy person, but...there were a lot of aches and pains. As well as heat against his own cheeks. Not that Lycander regretted a single thing.
Hearing that soft voice, the redhead sighed, half groaning into the pillow his head rested on. Moving carefully (and cautiously), Lycander twisted enough so he lay flat on his back. He stretched, feeling as well as hearing several things crack. Then smiled lazily as his eyes opened, blinking as the brighter light hit them. His smile only grew when he caught the flush to Requiem's face that was a rival to his own hair color.
And he was biting his lip. Like usual.
Lycander sighed, reaching a hand over to brush it along his lip.
"...you really should stop doing that." He yawned, suddenly grinning that smile that was purely Lycander. "And good morning, darling!"
The redhead didn't pay much attention to the fact the sleeping bag he lay in only covered his lower half. His bare chest was very much exposed to the glittering rays of morning sunshine. As were the dark bruises on his upper arms. Not that he seemed to notice this.
He brushed a few strands of that pale hair out of Requiem's face, expression warm, soft, and loving.
"Did you...sleep well?" He asked before leaning over enough to place a sweet brush of lips against Requiem's forehead.
"Also..." Lycander paused, hesitating in his words. Then just plowed on. "Last night....was magnificent." He murmured, stroking his boyfriends cheek with his thumb.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 11:23 am
Requiem wondered, a little worriedly, whether or not Lycander regretted what they had done last night. He knew that he had put the redhead through a lot of pain over the past several months - after all, he had been more of a burden to him than he had ever realized, and now that he had he felt as though he needed to spend the rest of his time with Lycander trying to make up for it.
And hopefully that time would be very, very long.
Lycander's voice was warm, and a little rough, and it sent more shivers up and down Requiem's spine, reminders of how that same voice had whispered things in his ear during the night, his breath against his skin. He caught Lycander's hand before he could move it away from his lips and held it there for a moment, his eyes locked with Lycander's, his expression a mixture of worry and hesitation.
But then he drew himself closer and kissed Lycander's fingers, then nuzzled his face against his hand, his nose against his palm, the smell of his boyfriend so very reassuring and familiar.
"Force of habit," he mumbled, his face red. He lifted his eyes, letting go of Lycander's hand and his gaze traced a path across his boyfriend's upper body, his cheeks flushed, remembering the way it felt pressed against his. But then his eyes fell on the bruises on Lycander's upper arms, a deep, purpleish blue grey, and a wave of nausea swept over Requiem, pressing his lips together. He reached out a hand, his fingers tentatively brushing over the marks made by the witch eater. Impulsively, Requiem shifted, sliding over and pressing his lips to the bruise on Lycander's upper arm, his lips gentle and light against his skin.
I could do this to him some day.
He did not want to even imagine the possibility, and a small tremor shuddered through him. Lycander's lips brushed over his forehead, sweet and warm, and Requiem's gaze flitted back to his face as the redhead's hand cupped his cheek.
His very, very red cheek. Requiem flushed even brighter.
"I...slept...just fine," he said finally, when he had managed to string the words in his heads together properly. "And I..." What was he supposed to say to that, anyway? That he felt the same way last night? It had been a little painful, mixed with the pleasure, but Lycander had brushed away the small tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes with his thumb, murmuring soothing words to him, and everything had been fine.
"...I'm glad," he said finally, his voice very soft. His fingers stilled on Lycander's arm, Requiem looking hesitantly at his boyfriend, at the man he had fallen in love with so deeply sometimes it almost hurt. "I...you don't regret it, then?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 7:35 pm
He really did consider just closing his eyes and letting himself drift off to sleep again. It was what his body wanted. But Lycander did not like wasting any time in the day. Not when there were so many other things one could do with all that available time! Like spending it with his boyfriend. Even if it was just sitting together or talking about random things. Lycander just loved being with Requiem.
And he regretted nothing.
Okay that wasn't completely true. He did regret one thing. But that had nothing to do with his boyfriend or the things they did last night. Just thinking about said 'things' made his cheeks warm and pleasant tingles dance through his veins.
His lips quirked up, eyes watching those lips that kissed his fingers, remembering just how they tasted and moved against his own. And how they felt when scattering kisses along his chest and neck. Lycander shifted ever so slightly, a shiver racing along as he relaxed his body. Then chuckled.
"Guess...we'll just have to break you have that habit then, hmm?" Lycander replied dryly in amusement. "Though, it does give away when something is on your mind~" He teased, tapping a finger against his lips once more. He could clearly see the flush on Requiem's face, smile only increasing. Until he saw the look that crossed his boyfriends face.
Lycander frowned, not sure what had caused that face. Ah. His injuries. Unintentionally, he flinched when he felt the light press of lips against his arm. But just as quickly, Lycander relaxed with a huff of air escaping in a sigh. "No worse than running into the side of the door frame." He said lightly, trying to reassure Requiem that it wasn't that bad. It hurt a little, yes. And he still felt weak and drained, but he'd be alright. Besides, some of those feelings were from the wonderful night they had spent together.
And, if he was being honest, there was a small part of him that was fearful of how Requiem felt about last night. Did he not...enjoy it? Regret some part of it? Lycander himself couldn't quite claim to be very...'innocent' when it came to such things, but he was no where near 'experienced'. Yet compared to the other couple times, Lycander would not ever choose anyone but Requiem. His boyfriend just seemed right. In all ways possible.
"That's...good." He murmured, continuing to stroke his thumb along Requiem's cheek. His hand stilled, much like Requiem's did, when he asked if he regretted it or not. Lycander held his boyfriends golden gaze for a long moment, both hands moving carefully to hold his face gently. He let him see the sincerity of his words as he spoke in his eyes. "I regret nothing about it." Except being injured. He added to himself. Not that he actually held himself back because of that or anything. Which was probably why he hurt so much today.
Leaning up, Lycander let his lips press against Requiem's in a tender and affectionate kiss. "I...don't regret it one single bit. And I'd...I would gladly 'play' with you again~" There had been hesitancy in his tone, but even Lycander had some modesty about him! There was even a lovely flush against his face at saying such a thing!
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 7:56 pm
"It's...not an easy habit to break, exactly," said Requiem hesitantly, feeling a tad embarrassed. He had first started biting his lip when he was younger, when he did not have anyone to notice it - and no one hand, not even Requiem himself.
No one except Lycander, who saw everything - who always saw everything and who was still here, even after everything had happened. Lycander, who was always by his side, who never strayed or faltered or complained.
Lycander, who was his everything.
Lying on his side beside him, Requiem inched closer, subconsciously wanting to draw closer to him. Every few seconds his eyes would stray back to the bruises on his boyfriend's arms, a flinch passing over his face each time. He hated those bruises - hated everything about them, hated how they had gotten there, hated who had put them there.
And most of all he hated himself because of what he could turn into if he did not find a way to overcome his own darkness.
Requiem leaned into the kiss, his hands lifting to press against where Lycander's were on either side of his face, holding them there. Even as Lycander pulled back to speak, Requiem was not quite ready to let go just yet. He moved forward instinctively, his fingers gripping Lycander's, and pressed his lips to his. A surge of desperation and fear gripped him, and abruptly Requiem dropped his hands from Lycander's and moved his own hands to hold Lycander's face between his own. Perhaps it was the fear of not knowing if he could have this forever, perhaps it was the fact that the realization of what had almost happened to Lycander had finally hit him. Whatever it was, it pushed Requiem forward, and he parted his lips against Lycander's, in the most fervent, desperate kiss he had ever given him, wanting to never forget the way he tasted. It was nowhere near as passionate as other kisses might have been, since he was not experienced in these sorts of things, and he did not know how to do much, but it was given with as much as love as he could show.
"Don't - " Requiem gasped out, and his body began to tremble violently, humiliating tears starting to form at the corners of his eyes, galling him. "I don't...don't...want you to leave me. I don't - I can't lose you - I don't want anything to happen to you, but if you stay with me, I can't - I can't promise that I'll - that I won't - "
He couldn't say it. Saying it meant admitting that it was a real possibility, and he could not face that.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:23 pm
Lycander just snickered. Truthfully, he thought it was adorable when Requiem bit his lip like that. And also, he had to guiltily admit, he liked having such an easy sign to tell when something was bothering his boyfriend.
That way, he knew when to throw on the charm at full force and cheer him up!
And kiss him and make it better.
He was not all that surprised like he might have been before that Requiem responded so well and instinctively to his kiss. The redhead smiled against his lips, splaying his fingers enough to partially link Requiem's fingers with his own while they held his face. Even that urge to follow as he pulled away so he could speak wasn't too surprising.
But the kiss his boyfriend claimed his mouth with was.
Lycander didn't react right away, mind still trying to catch up with him. Then he was parting his own lips to allow for a much more desperate and not quite as gentle kiss to take over. One not led by him this time. Never the less, Lycander responded, a hand sliding up to tangle in Requiem's hair while one hand remained resting softly against his cheek. His body quivered and he instinctively pulled closer to his boyfriend.
The shimmer of tears and desperation in Requiem's voice had his heart aching. He stared up at him with a strange expression across his face. But the fire that glinted in his emerald eyes was unmistakeable. A strong and passionate determination.
Lycander moved enough to wrap his arms around his boyfriend, pulling tightly against him, oblivious to the fact that they were both still naked. One hand slowly stroked through that pale hair.
"No." The word was soft. But the sheer seriousness and determination in it made that single word seem as if it was growled out loudly. Made it seem bigger. "No.." He whispered again, resting his head against Requiem's. "I won't let that happen to you. With all that I am, I promise not to let it happen. Even...even if I one day...make you hate me for it, I shall not let your fears come true."
He pulled him closer, as much as he was able to, regardless of the protest in aching muscles. "I love you. I can't - refuse to allow you to fall victim to the hunger."
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:41 pm
The kiss, as it was, made Requiem extraordinarily flushed and dizzy, half embarrassed, half startled by his own forwardness. And at first he thought it was too much, since Lycander froze, not moving at all, and Requiem almost pulled back, his face flaming.
But then he felt Lycander's hand move, his fingers gripping his hair, tangling in the pale strands, and his mouth opened beneath his, the kiss turning into something much more than it already had been. It was not the purely physical - instead, Requiem poured all of his emotions into it, clinging to Lycander, never wanting to let go.
He had been alone for so long he could not lose the one person who was not afraid of him. Requiem had finally grown used to having someone beside him.
Don't go away.
Warm, familiar arms wrapped around him, and Requiem found himself pulled half on top of Lycander, his fingers splaying against his chest in surprise, his face aflame. His boyfriend's grip was tight, so tight he could scarcely breathe, and they were both still clothesless beneath the blankets, but Requiem forgot about that entirely, instead focusing on the low, rough sound of Lycander's voice.
He felt childish, small, inadequate. His lashes fluttered, and Requiem shifted, his head resting against Lycander's chest, curled tightly against him. He could hear the redhead's heart beating, the sound soothing in his ear, and Requiem's eyes dropped to half open, some of the trembling beginning to ebb away.
He could not afford to believe in Lycander's words. He did not know how powerful, how strong the hunger was, after all. It was always there, always prominent, and there was no getting rid of it. To pretend he could overcome it was such a ludicrous idea that it was almost foreign.
But Lycander's determination made him feel wanted, made him feel as though he were safe and sound - even if he wasn't.
Requiem turned his head, his lips pressing against Lycander's chest. Small, light, butterfly kisses, as though he were trying to kiss his heart, his fingers smoothing over the warm skin. Then he turned his head sideways, still lying half on top of Lycander, pressing his lips together.
"...why?" he asked softly, and bit his lip again. His eyes felt damp as they met Lycander's. "Why do you love me so much? I am what I am - I can't change that, no matter how hard I try, or how hard I want. No one has ever given me what you have - no one has even come close - so why? I don't understand. Why me?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:30 pm
By the time he was able to attempt to get air back in his lungs, Lycander was breathing fairly heavily. But his arms were tight, comforting, loving...and protective. He hated seeing how being what he was could upset his boyfriend. Hated seeing how little confidence he had in himself
You're so much stronger than you give yourself credit for!
He buried his face into the pale hair. If only Requiem could see himself as he did. Lycander never once saw the creature so feared by others, including Requiem himself. He never had and never would. You are so sweet. And gentle. Shy. So many things. And I love you.
Lycander didn't let his tight grip loosen any until he felt the trembling begin to ease. But even then, he was almost afraid to let go of the man that was so precious to him.
Time. That was the only thing he knew would prove his words. Possibly make his boyfriend to begin to truly believe what he said. Lycander didn't have to see his face to know he didn't believe him. He just knew Requiem well enough. But one day. One day, he hoped he'd begin to see what he did. See a magnificent man.
His gaze was narrowed, the vibrant green of his eyes barely visible. He felt his chest tighten and warmth ignite gently wherever Requiem placed those soft kisses. The hand stroking his boyfriends hair was doing so in a absentminded manner.
...Why? Lycander just stared at Requiem. He was quiet. Almost too quiet. Why do I love him? The question seemed foreign. Yet it was only fair of Requiem to ask. Why...? There was no way to answer that. No words could ever describe how he felt or why he loved the Majin.
Why not?! He wanted to say. But that wasn't right. Wouldn't make Requiem understand.
"Seeing you smile brings me such....joy that I can't even express it." Lycander finally spoke softly, slowly, as if choosing his words. "You are so gentle and have so much potential in you for great things..." He swallowed, arms tightening as he curled against him the best he could. "There are no right words to describe 'why' with. But every time I look at you, see your sweet face...something in me just feels...complete. Whole. I..." The chatterbox was at a loss for words. For the second time.
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