#pretty short

babydoll.

Max's palms slip around Kimi's broad back, trying to find purchase as he holds on for dear life. The younger man's waist is bracketed by Max's thighs, crossed behind the small of his back, as the Italian man rams into him hard against the wall in Max's small but cozy apartment.

Max almost screams at the force of the thrust, his head lolling back and bumping against the wall behind him.

Kimi only hums at his reaction, hardly affected himself, fixing Max with his deep brown stare.

Then he lets his head dip, his curls suddenly brushing against Max's nose, making him sneeze before a small, embarrassed giggle slips free. His head stays lowered as he nuzzles at Max's collarbone, only to sink his teeth into the sensitive skin without warning.

"Fuck, Kimi," a pathetic little whimper slips from Max's throat.

Kimi looks half-smug, half-predatory as he glances back up at him, his thrusts never relenting, his pace only quickening, his gaze smoldering.

"Yeah, again. Louder. Let me—and everyone else—hear who's fucking you this well, babydoll."

Max's eyes fill with tears as the next thrust hits his prostate dead-on, drawing a loud moan from his lips.

"Kimi!"

"Nah." The other man tsks at him, his thrusts slowing into a languid rhythm, his hips circling as he grinds against Max's body—not nearly enough, only teasing that delicious spot inside him with the tip of his cock.

"My first name, Max."

Max almost sobs as he obeys, the name leaving him in a low, desperate whine.

"Andrea."

Even slower now. Almost stopping.

"Louder, babydoll, or I'll slip out of you and leave you like this."

Honest tears spill down Max's cheeks, tracing over his chin and throat before disappearing beneath the collar of his T-shirt, hiked up high enough for Kimi to twist his right nipple between his fingers—meanly.

"Nooo..." he protests, clutching Kimi's waist tighter with his thighs, as though he could keep him from leaving.

But it seems he's not the one in charge here. He never is, and he really should've remembered that. How stupid of him.

"That's not how this goes, babydoll. Don't make me repeat myself."

Kimi's voice slips into that low, commanding mafia tone—the one he uses during high-profile meetings. It shouldn't be so hot.

But it is. A low, vibrating growl. Max can feel it deep inside him.

"You can do better than that," he continues, suddenly ramming into him in quick succession—one, two—making Max see stars.

"Andrea!" he cries.

And he doesn't stop.

His words dissolve into a blubbering mess of Kimi's first name and desperate pleas.

"Mijn god!... please, please... I'll be better. Please, baby... come inside me..."

The words are almost unrecognizable.

But Kimi hears them anyway.

He must be pleased by Max's hoarse screams, because he redoubles his efforts, driving into him until Max is utterly spent, reduced to a tear-streaked, sniveling mess. His legs tremble uncontrollably as Kimi finally slows after coming inside him, warmth spilling between them before sliding out of Max's abused hole and down his tights, already littered with finger-shaped bruises.

The moment Kimi lets him go, Max's legs give out beneath him, unable to support his weight.

Without a word, Kimi catches him in his arms and carries him to the bed, laying him down gently against the soft sheets.

He presses a kiss to the blond's forehead, tucks him beneath the covers, and slips away to the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm, damp washcloth to clean his lover up.

All the while, he murmurs soft praises against Max's throat, his cheek, anywhere his lips can reach.

It was late one night that Zelgadis found that he couldn’t sleep. Actually, that would be most nights. But it was this one that he felt like he couldn’t even get his eyes to shut. It was probably some form of astrological phenomenon as there was talk about a Blue Moon. Whatever the case, he was pretty much miserable for not getting sleep.

Seeing as there was not much else to do about it, he figured he would get out and wander for a bit. Better than trying to force himself. He got out of bed and headed out without making too much noise, not like he needed too. Lina and the others had their own rooms. It was one of the very few times they had that luxury. A good thing too as there were so many nights he could stand Gourry’s snoring.

Zelgadis walked for a bit, making his way around the inn they were staying at. Turning a corner, he headed outside before noticing someone. It was Amelia, sitting underneath a tree and staring up at the sky. He was a bit surprised, but he figured she must have had the same problem as him. Still, it was strange seeing her up at this time.

In any case, he considered coming over and keeping her company for a bit. He walked over in a casual manner and then proceeded to sit down next to her. Promptly, he greeted, “Hey, nice night we have, huh.”

“Let me guess…” she began, “You couldn’t sleep either.”

“Yea…” he answered. There was a small distance between them, yet he could feel her warmth. It was probably one of the few things he could despite having rock skin.

After a while, Amelia asked, “So, are you considering coming back to Seyrunn this time?”

“Maybe. I’ll probably stay for a couple weeks.”

“I see…” She looked down, her brow furrowing. She seemed a bit disappointed, though she didn’t want to vocalize it. After a while, she said, “Going to travel with Lina and Gourry again? I think they’re heading there too.”

He shook his head. “Not really. Knowing those two, it’s bound to be trouble.”

“Yea, but I feel like I rather have you go with them than traveling alone.” This made his head perk up.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“Well…” she glanced away, her hands clutching the hem of her tunic. “It worries me whenever you travel alone.”

Zelgadis’ eyes widened as a slight blush crossed his face. He never really thought about it that much. Being so used to traveling by himself, it never occurred that he would have someone be concerned for him. It wasn’t like he had that many companions, and even then, he felt they were irritating most of the time.

Not saying much else, he turned his attention back to the sky. It was a clear night as the stars sparkled above. Though their flickers were nothing in comparison to the full moon. Its light was almost like the sun.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she said, “The moon.”

He nodded. “Yea… It’s supposed to be a Blue Moon.”

“I guess that makes sense. We had a full one earlier this month.”

The two continued to stare up at the moon, admiring its bright fullness.

“Well, it’s getting late,” she said, before looking over at Zelgadis. “Are you going to sleep soon too?”

Thinking for a moment, he shrugged. “Might as well.”

She let out a smile before heading back inside, leaving him in his thoughts. It was nice, talking to her in a somber ambience. Perhaps one of the few they had together since first meeting. In any case, maybe he’d considered staying in Seyrunn. At least, to make sure she doesn’t have anything to worry about.