Feb 24, 2015
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Fic editing peeps, anyone up for a new chapter?
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The boy's hazel eyes were locked onto the dark blurry figure moving around outside his field of vision. Mouth parted and soft shallow breaths left chapped lips as he laid there where the artist had put him.
Pale white body was bruised and bloodied from days of harsh play on Damion's part. It was almost a miracle the young boy was still alive. But just barely.
Damion started at the color blocked nature of the canvas, then boy. A small hint of a smile was on his lips as he painted in a few more strokes. They style he painted in was in bold thick strokes. It destroyed any clues as to who the boys were but it clearly showed they were injured.
As he finished, Damion stepped back and smiled. "Beautiful..." He turned the easel around, Damion trotted over and plopped himself on the bed beside the dying boy. Grabbing him by the chin and turning his head towards the painting, he was beaming. "You look wonderful, darling.... It was al-"
There was a sudden noise down the hall and in another room that cut him off. Damion glared at the open bedroom door before quickly standing and grabbing his bloodied razor that lay on the nightstand. Quickly walking into the bathroom, he turned on the faucet and before leaving, he shut the door halfway. He took a place behind the bedroom door and waited for whoever was in the house to walk in.
Ordinarily, Mouse was a very deliberate man in bed. Everything was perfectly orchestrated in his mind, a definite beat that he moved to, his own pace. All that was thrown out the window the minute the Hatter’s lips made contact with his own.Scarred fingers pulled at dark locks, keeping him trapped in the kiss, teeth tugging at his lower tier and pulling. The investigator parted reluctantly, only to breathe, staring at the Wonderlandian. "Stop being gentle," he demanded, not even looking taken aback at how brazenly he’d asked. "I want this now, Hatter.” Shifting slightly, he moved to the other man’s ear, whispering directly into it. “I want you, inside me, now.”
a-mouse-nonny replied to your post:a-mouse-nonny liked your post://I really want...
Yeah, me and Mouse are still trying to work out just what happened there. XD Mouse definitely wants to turn the tables on Hatter, make no mistake.
Hehe, see this is what I'm talking about. Hatter has this weird ability to make people that normally fuck want to be fucked. And he needs to stop it. Or Mouse needs to flip things on Hatter and remind him who's boss.
a-mouse-nonny liked your post://I really want someone who can dominate the fuck...
I included you in the "tried to top but Hatter totally turned that around on you" section. If Mouse can manage to screw him instead, that will definitely change.
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a-mouse-nonny replied to your post “;)”
"...well, you can count me out as a possible dance partner, then."
"Your loss, party pooper."
Five times kissed
FirstThe first time they kissed, it was almost like they were daring each other. They kissed hard, gripping each other tightly, pulling each other closer. There were no full confessions, no falling over each other. It was all about want and need.
SecondThey kissed slowly, admitting to each other that there was something here. They kissed after weeks apart, business ventures on Mouse’s part keeping them away from their weekly meetings. It was softer, gentler, a quieter kiss than the first. It was a kiss of admission, that they don’t like to be apart, and that they do like to keep their time together.
ThirdThey kissed desperately, after Hatter stumbled back to his teashop looking battleworn and exhausted. Mouse was there, pacing his living room, looking terrified. It took some time to patch up his wounds, and then they kissed, reassuring each other that they were alive and together, and nothing serious had happened.
FourthThey kissed eagerly, wrapped up in each other’s arms. As much as Hatter teased him, Mouse insisted that he came out on top as they fumbled their way into bed, falling on top of the covers and losing themselves in each other.
FifthThey kissed gently, cuddling each other close. Curled up on the beach, taking the vacation they both desired, they relaxed easier than they had in quite some time. It was all quiet kissing, gentle touches. Savoring the one moment of silent and tranquility that they might have in quite a while.
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There's a difference between being busy and avoiding me. If you didn't want to keep up our weekly meetings, you could have at least let me know.
