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Hob shrugged, "You can't live as long as I have without getting a few."

Dream lightly traced the scar he had just encountered with his finger and asked softly, "Tell me about it."

Hob frowned to remember before answering, "This one is just after we met in 1689, I was begging in an alley and some bugger tried to rob me of my meager earnings, armed with a shard of glass. I defended myself but his makeshift weapon grazed me slightly. First aid not being what it is now..."

Dream leaned over and gently kissed the scar, then whispered, "So fierce."

Dream's fingers continued their journey over Hob's body and followed another of his scars, a longer one that ran from his hip to his midriff. Hob shivered as he felt Dream's light finger follow the small swelling as he asked, "What about this one."

Even though it was the scar that had hurt him the most physically, he would never regret it. He explained to Dream, "It happened on August 28, 1963 in Washington, D.C., when I was one of the two hundred thousand people who listened to Reverend Martin Luther King's speech. As my friend Zeke and I were heading back to the airport after the Reverend's speech to fly back to London. Three supremacists attacked us because Zeke was black. We were taking two of them down when the third jumped on Zeke with his knife and I threw myself between them. It got me 15 stitches but I'll never regret it."

Dream asked, "And the one who hurt you what happened to him?" 

Hob smiled at the memory, "Zeke knocked him down before taking me to the nearest hospital. I don't know what happened to those morons."

Dream murmured, "You could have been hurt even worse..."

Hob replied, "Even if I had, it wouldn't have been enough to make up for what I had done 200 years before."

"Oh Hob..." Dream whispered before he began to kiss that scar as well. He added, Hob shivering at Dream's breath on his skin, "So brave."

Then his finger continued on its way and stopped again at the hollow of Hob's shoulder where he traced a small star-shaped scar.

Hob chuckled softly, "Oh, that one is from some war, but don't ask me which one, I don't remember. Besides, you'll find more than one of these."

Dream also kissed it reverently and said softly, "It's quite a poisoned gift we gave you though, isn't it? Everything you've been through."

Hob ran his hand through Dream's hair and shook his head, "I don't see it that way. And then you offered me to stop it more than once, but I always wanted to keep going and today even more than now."

Dream found another small star-shaped scar, similar to the previous one and asked, "I wonder, though, why keep putting yourself in these situations where you were risking this kind of injury...Why would you go and fight?"

Hob took Dream's hand as he traced his scar and kissed it before answering, « Well, first because that's what I knew best, second because my immortality allowed me to and then in the end I picked my battles and fought for what I felt was right."

"And now?"

Hob answered softly, "Now I prefer to fight at the source by educating. Less dangerous and more rewarding."

Dream kissed the scar and murmured, "So strong..." then he continued on his way in chasing the little imperfections.

He stopped at a tiny scar that was on the inside of Hob's elbow who laughed, "This one is nothing to brag about, I got scratched by a cat that couldn't get down from a tree."

That doesn't stop Dream from kissing the scar before murmuring, "So caring..."

He continued his exploration of Hob's body, questioning him each time about the origin of the scar that his fingers or his eyes met and Hob willingly lent himself to the examination because he had nothing more to hide from Dream. 

Some scars had a difficult history, some lighter, some deeper, some more shallow, but Dream kissed each one reverently, whispering a praise each time. It was the first time someone had worshiped Hob's body to this extent, through his scars, and it was both the sweetest and most sensual thing he had ever experienced. He couldn't hold back a moan that almost sounded like a sob as he was overwhelmed and put his arm over his eyes to hide his embarrassment.

Dream moved up to gently pull his arm away and, caressing his face softly he said with a genuine tone, "If I could, I would erase all your scars."

Hob took Dream's hand in his and intertwined their fingers before replying, "That's a nice thought, but in a way I'd rather keep them, if only to remind me of mistakes I don't want to repeat."

Dream nodded, "And also to remind you of the good things you've done." Then he leaned over and kissed him sweetly, still with the same sort of reverence before resting his head on Hob’s shoulder. 

Hob cupped Dream's cheek and kissed him tenderly before sliding his hand down to his heart.

He told him thoughtfully, "Your skin may be unblemished, however, you also bear many scars, here." He rested his hand gently on Dream's heart before continuing, "Those, I would really like to erase. Erase the harm they did to you." 

Hob leaned down and gently kissed his lover's chest.

Dream's throat tightened. 

Yes, Hob could see his heart, which had been hurt, mistreated, betrayed, rejected and still hurt at times, like an old scar that we forget over time but which reminds itself sometimes. 

Dream looked at Hob and, smiling softly, said, "Hob, this scar, I almost don't feel it anymore, because little by little you healed the wound that caused it. You are the person who saw that this heart was wounded and healed it so that it could love again." 

Hob chuckled softly, "My lover is a sap."

Dream replied with a raised eyebrow, "It takes one to know one."

Hob's face became serious again as he uttered, "This precious heart, I will not let it get hurt, I will take care of it forever."

He pressed another lingering kiss on Dream's heart.

The lord of dreams didn't answer, too overcome with emotion, and simply dug his fingers into Hob's hair to hold him close, saying in his embrace all the words that couldn't pass his lips.

He knew Hob would understand.

Hob had seen into him and understood him beyond words.

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