This is how it feels to take a fall

Sky knew there may be some protest so he lowered his head, taking in Alex inch by agonizingly slow inch just to drive him mad.

Pulling back only for air, Sky ripped what was left of Alex’s clothes off of him and rolled him onto the bed. Extinguishing all space from between them. Sweat slicked skin against skin, he passionately kissed him once more. Reaching over their heads for the drawer beside his bed containing his condoms.

Alex spread his legs to each side of Sky's hips, squeezing him slightly with his thighs. He rolled his hips up against his, leaning his head up to nip at his earlobe, his breath hot on his skin. "You better not be rusty," he grinned, unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice. 

He dragged his hands down the other man’s back, till his finger tips met the ridges of Alex’s hip bones. Beneath the muscle of his abdominal ‘v’, Sky pressed his hips up to meet the other man’s and his fingers dug in to control those those hovering hips as well. He lifted his torso from the bed with core strength alone to hunt the lips of his lover. Though laying on the bottom, he was by no means a submissive man.

He looked down at them like an artist inspecting his masterpiece, running his hands down his abdomen, his hips, adding more pressure with his nails when he reached his thighs. His skin was pale, smooth aside from a few scars, and he wanted nothing more than to ruin him. Alex wanted to cover him in bruises, scratch and bite him until he bled, let anyone that may see him know that he was his property. 

Sky wrapped his arms around Alex as he was lifted and carried back to his bed, where he’d started when this whole mess began. It looked like he wasn’t going to be getting much sleep that night after all. Lifting his head off the sheet, Sky kissed Alex slow and languid. Tasting every part of his mouth and putting it to memory, still not sure that Alex coming back was a real thing. Not sure that in the morning he would still be lying next to him.

He dropped his head down to kiss his neck, his collarbone, his chest, peppering his skin with kisses and small bites. It wasn't until he reached his ribs that he added more pressure, biting maybe a bit harder than necessary to make sure he left his mark. Alex had a thing for marking his territory, for claiming what was his. And Sky? Sky was and always would be his.

"After all this —no —sto-ngghh," Low groans overtook his complaints and though he refused to admit aloud that he wanted Alex just as much, his hands walked themselves to the zipper of Alex’s pants. 

Alex slid his hands down from his ass to the backs of his thighs before pulling him up against him, holding Sky with practiced ease. He kissed him again as he walked a bit blindly to the bed, then set the other man down and laid between his legs.

Skylar startled briefly as he was forced back. The impact against the wall unexpected and his hands shot up to protect him though he knew he had nothing to fear from Alex. The warrior in him was always alert. Immediately there after, he relaxed into the human cage. Sky let his hands fall to the collar of his Houdini lover’s shirt, twisting it in his fingers. His thumb traced over the sinews of muscle in Alex’s neck.

Skylar pulled his shirt out of Alex’s grip but not away from his touch. He wanted to turn away and stop this train before it got out of control. He couldn’t though; he’d dreamed this moment time and time again. Alex was his again. Nudging his face forward, he kissed Alex back with the need of every day he couldn’t do just that behind it.

Alex locked eyes with him a moment, and set his free hand on the wall beside his head, caging him in. "I won't--not again," he murmured. He leaned down ever so slightly to his level, and pressed his lips to his. The hand that rested on his jaw dropped down to the front of his shirt, gripping it tight and preventing him from pulling away.

"Do you always have to be such an asshole?" Skylar grumbled, stepping around Alex to open the door out to the hallway. He knew if he asked Alex to leave again it would seem even more pitiful, so he just stood there with door wide and a hand gesturing the way.

He set his hand on the door, slowly pushing it closed. Then he brought his other hand to Sky's jaw, running his thumb over his warm skin. "I missed you...please don't kick me out."

"Get out of my room Alex…" There wasn’t any strength behind the words. They were mere words; the opposite of what he really wanted. Even if Alex was no good for him, Sky couldn’t help but want him close again. Just pretend that the absence never happened, but it did. "Get out?" How did that become a question…

"I don't think you mean that." Alex smiled down at him, cocking his head. "I think you want me to stay. You've always wanted me to stay, because the thought of me leaving--the thought of the one person that loved you just as much as you loved them leaving just ruined you."

Sky knew he should have looked away. Alex knew how to do something with his eyes that just melted Sky. The way he said he missed him, they way he looked at him… “I missed you, too,” He sighed, anger dissipating. “But, you’re still sleeping on the couch.”

He let out a small sigh of relief, and smiled at Sky. "There's nothing I can say to get you to let me stay in your bed, is there?" He asked, leaning in closer to him. There were little things he always did when they were still together that would get him his way, and he wasn't above resorting to that.

Skylar pursed his lips. He’d love to believe that. “What do you take me for?” Obviously for an idiot. 

"Well I'd been hoping someone that would let me stay the night," he said, tilting his head at Sky. He quickly dropped his gaze, unwilling to meet the other man's. "I'm not lying though. I have missed you."

Sort of hoped, Skylar scoffed. “Why’d you come back, Alex?” He was genuinely curious. 

He seemed to perk up some at the prospect of an actual conversation, but then gave a shrug. "Would you believe me if I said I missed you?"

"Alexio, come off it." Sky sighed. "That was a long time ago. I haven’t seen you in years. You come out of nowhere and think you can just jump right in my pants?"

Alexio sighed and dropped his head down a moment. He really should have suspected that, shouldn't he? "Well...I mean, I sorta hoped... I know you're probably mad at me, but can you drop the formality and call me Alex again?"

"Seriously? We aren’t teenagers anymore, control yourself."

"Oh come on, Sky," he grinned, nudging him with his shoulder. "You're not an old man yet, loosen up."

"I said you could sleep here, not sleep with me."

"Can't blame a guy for trying, right?"