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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 12:23 am
He felt so small compared to Lycander. Not physically, but mentally. Lycander's view of the world was so expansive, so filled with anything and everything. He lived large and wide and was not afraid to take chances or do what it was that he loved. Everything was bright to him, everything was an opportunity.
Requiem, on the other hand, was not. Quiet, brooding, silent, and shy, he had always been on the outskirts, had kept his view of the world limited to what was right in front of him, not ever daring to look farther because he had not ever believed it would be beneficial.
But what would happen now? Already Requiem could feel the shift in his life - but he did not know which direction that shift would take him. For better or for worse, he was not leaving Lycander - not unless something happened.
Not unless the hunger overtook him. Then he would leave, to save Lycander. It would not do him any good to try and stay and work around it. If there was even the slightest chance of hurting Lycander, Requiem was going to do everything in his power to prevent it.
Even if that meant leaving him behind.
He felt Lycander shift, his arms tightening, and Requiem found himself on his back this time, with the redhead half on top of him, holding him against his chest. Wide-eyed and redfaced, Requiem pressed his hands against Lycander's smooth torso, his face against his shoulder.
The words flowed over him, soothing, warm. Requiem felt himself tremble again, but not from anxiousness - but from fear. Fear that the words were true, fear that he was already in so deep that leaving would prove to be impossible, even in the most dire of situations.
"I..." he said, then stopped, feeling stupid and tongue-tied. Again there was that sense of Lycander's expansive view of the world versus his own smaller, naive one.
Shifting in the redhead's arms, he pulled back just enough to see Lycander's face, Requiem's pale hair spilling out across the pillows, the scarlet of his cheeks a stark contrast.
"...I just...don't want to lose you," he said softly, and lifted his hand, stroking his fingers down the side of Lycander's face, brushing them over his lips, which he kept looking at and remembering how they felt against his own, against his skin. Lycander had done everything to make him feel like he wasn't trapped last night, but lying here beneath him did not feel as though he had no escape.
He remembered the way the attack had left him last night. Remembered how he had not had his music to soothe the hunger, but instead had had only Lycander.
Perhaps that was the answer all along.
His hands lifted, smoothing up Requiem's arms until they reached his shoulders, sliding over to his neck, over his throat, and then down his chest, Requiem's eyes following the path they made, his lips pressed together as though trying to memorize Lycander in his mind. He slid his hands back up until they were at Lycander's face again, and he slowly drew his head lower, until they were close, so close their breaths mingled.
"...if there are no words," he said softly, hesitantly. He stopped, pausing for a long moment, his eyes searching Lycander's for any indication of hesitation or regret, anything all to make him stop what he was doing. But a small shiver of longing mixed with an overwhelming love and a need for Lycander slid through him.
Don't leave me alone anymore.
"...then show me instead."
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:38 pm
Perhaps when his mind wasn't so fuddled with racing thoughts and too many emotions to pick a single one, Lycander would realize there was a small bit of fear in him. Something he was not completely used to feeling. But it was there, lurking in the depths of his mind. A fear he'd had for a while. One that, shockingly, had nothing to do with the fact his boyfriend...and the man he'd fallen deeply for, was a Majin. There may have been worry somewhere in the same depths, but only for how it would affect Requiem if something happened.
But that fear. It had everything to do with Lycander understanding himself and the shy, gentle boy he'd first met. Lycander feared that he'd be too much for his boyfriend. That he'd frighten him away with his blinding personality.
As his mother once phrased it, he didn't see the world in shades of grey or just black and white. He saw every color of the rainbow and then some.
But he loves me. And I love him.
The redhead shivered, having said words that were utterly raw truth. His head rested against Requiem's shoulder while he waited to see if he'd said too much. Or hadn't worded things right. Or...something.
His pulled Requiem closer, feeling the trembling. Lifting his head enough, Lycander stared down at the figure beneath him. His gut tightened almost painfully just looking at Requiem. Especially with how his pale hair framed his head like that. Lycander moved a hand to let his fingers brush through the strands. The feel of fingers against his face, trailing over his lips, pulled a soft smile from him. He leaned his head against Requiem's hand, not able to express how the small gesture made him feel so...warm. And loved.
"I don't ever want to lose you either." He murmured, a very small wince catching him. Last night, he'd almost had just that happen. "...I...can't lose you." Lycander whispered, knowing deep down that he'd lose a part of himself if he lost Requiem.
A deep shudder made him shift his weight slightly, so he didn't pin his boyfriend too much. But the feel of his hands running along his body was leaving trails of hot fire against his skin. Lycander restrained himself though, always the careful one. He let his forehead rest against Requiem's, taking a shaky breath that washed over Requiem's lips. All he had to do was lean just that much closer and he could feel that exhilaration at having a mouth closed against his own.
Emerald eyes stared down into golden ones for a long moment, Lycander barely even allowing himself to breathe. His heart was thumping so hard he was positive Requiem would feel it attempting to leap out of his chest. There was hesitation in Requiem's tone, but Lycander knew that hesitation was just...Requiem being shy. Something he just loved so much about the Majin!
Finally, he pressed a tender kiss to his lips, holding the burning passion and longing in him to whisper against his boyfriends lips.
"I love you...my precious Majin..." And then he was leaning into Requiem, kissing him with the strong emotions he couldn't find the words to express, every intention there of showing him just how much he loved him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:56 pm
Perhaps it was the fact that they were alone in the woods together for the first time. Perhaps it was the fact that they were sharing a room together, something they didn't normally do.
Or perhaps it was the fact that Lycander had almost died. Whatever it was, Requiem could feel the hesitation leaving him, could feel the uneasiness, the pain, the sorrow, every negative emotion leave him, seep away. It would probably not last - he would probably be back to his normal self once they were back at their apartment, back to their everyday lives.
But right now, in this moment, Requiem Driscoll felt more calm and at ease than he had ever felt in his life. He could not even feel the hunger, though he was still there, deep within him, simply lying in wait for the opportune moment to rise and torture him.
No, what he felt now was an entirely different kind of hunger altogether.
Requiem could feel Lycander's breath as it shivered over him, their lips so close together it would only take a very slight shift for them to touch. Their foreheads together, Requiem's lashes fluttered lower, his fingers still drifting, sliding over the smooth, pale skin, memorizing the feel beneath his palms. Every touch sent tendrils of electricity shooting up and down his body, and Lycander closed the distance between them, kissing him gently. Requiem closed his eyes, only briefly, parting his lips to draw in his words, let them seep into his body.
"I...love you," Requiem murmured, but the words were muffled, half lost, spoken even as he was sliding his arms around Lycander's neck tightly, lifting his body to meet Lycander's, their legs tangling together. The kiss was searing, burning, and a hot fire swept through Requiem, a fire he welcomed, even as the morning wore on and Lycander's words turned into actions.
He had spent his entire life alone.
And he didn't want to be alone anymore.
I love you.
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