#valuke?

Luke : your parents are cousins.

Having written a note to Atamis and stuck it up to the fridge with a magnet that replicated the Hollywood sign, Luke only hoped his only sister knew he was at Morgenstern Manor.

Which he was, laying beside Valentine in a bed much larger than Luke’s. A gel topper placed on top of the mattress, black silk sheets and matching pillow cases on top of plump pillows. it was late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you looked at it, and Luke couldn’t sleep. He tried his best to settle down, but nothing worked, he counted sheep, pigs, horses (hey guys), chickens and any other animals he could think of that might jump over a fence. He tried counting backwards from 100, forwards to 1000, nothing.

Beside him, Valentine stretched his long arms over his head, he flipped over to see Luke staring at the curtain.

“What time is it?” Valentine asked, Luke didn’t really respond and might have been sleeping with his eyes open, so he laid on top of Luke to get a glance of the clock. 4:27 am.

“Come on, get up.” Valentine ordered, getting of the of the bed by crawling over Luke.

“Why? Where are we going?” Luke asked, holding onto Valentines slim hand has been brought himself up.

“Outside.” Valentine soothed in a soft voice, bringing his hand to guide Luke’s hip as they left the room, with the door open.

“Outside, where?” Luke pressed further, following Valentine without an answer.

His new found Parabati lead him further than he’d thought. They exited the house through the stained glass back door, at the end of a long hallway consisting of bedrooms, bathrooms, what ever other rooms the upper class might find useful. Out towards their luxurious backyard, with a marble bottomed pool, the dark varnished wood deck, accompanied by colourful deck chairs, each with a matching umbrella for shade. Around the perimeter of it, was a large white picket fence, which Valentine held for Luke as he went through. Without warning, as they walked hip to hip, Valentine reached out, and interwove Luke’s digits with his own delicately. Together, they walked up the steep and rolling hill that boarded around the whole of Idris.

“Outside.” Valentine smirked, as he unlaced his fingers and knelt down, pulling Luke with him. His pointed finger beamed at the sunrise.

Spotty, thick, and heavy clouds hung around the sun as it arose. Illuminating each hue of its brightness, a deep orange the colour of marmalade, rose peaks from the booming hue bouncing off the sun to the clouds. in between each cloud, was a menacing spot of dark blue, the same hue of the darkest and lowest point of an ocean.

As Luke laced his red and over tired eyes towards the stunning sunrise, Valentine only looked at him. For both of them, it was the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen in their bond to be short lives.

Well they sat in an unusual , but much needed silence one hardly ever got in Idris. This trailed on for mere minutes, as Luke rubbed his hands over his buffed face, Valentine glancing at the sun, back at Luke, the sun, at Luke. Luke, who’s face caught in the sunlight making it appear lighter, Luke. Lucian.

“I have one of those underskin pimples Robert was talking about, and he’s right. I understand why he was acting so crazed when Michael wouldn’t let him take a needle to it.” Luke commented, rubbing his thumb over a thick lump on his square chin.

“Let me see.” Valentine advanced, Luke turned towards him.

With his left hand, Valentine reached out, and gently stroked the lump in question with a great air of importance. One you might only get if your parents, and your parent’s parents, had a large sum of money.

“It’s no big deal, it’ll come out eventually.” Valentine stated, not moving his hand as Luke spoke.

“Yeah, it still sucks” Luke murmured, his extremely long eyelashes flashing as he looked at Valentines hand.

“Everything sucks sometimes.” Valentine muttered, not bothering to wait anymore.

He pulled Luke chin towards his own leeching face, opening his thin lips as he wrapped them around Luke’s. Within seconds, Luke froze. He had never kissed anyone before, especially someone who was his Parabati. Within shorter seconds, Valentines hand was on Luke’s waist, spreading his thighs apart in the process, and sticking himself in between them. Within the minute, Luke figured out what to do on his own for once. As if the sun had been watching this exchange, and blessed Luke with the ancient knowledge he needed to move his lips as they were now. Pulling themselves closer together on Valentines bottom and thicker lip as salvia laced, almost coated both their jaws.

From the direction of the house, a sharp whistle arose from a slap of mouth they knew. Oskar. They both pulled back. Most houses not having telephones yet, the old fashioned way of getting kids to come back home was common. A loud and distinct whistle.

They both pulled back, Valentine a bit more sharply than Luke even though he had started it.

“Don’t tell anyone about this. Just act like it didn’t happen.” Valentine muttered, for once in his life, blushing deeply, almost honestly.

Not having owned a swimsuit before a few moments ago, when Valentine gifted him one, Luke was worried. He didn’t like the feel of the special material on his skin, much the same he didn’t like the underwater full suits they had to practice wearing for underwater missions. Feeling this within himself, Valentine just pulled in between his now open legs.

“Calm down, it’s alright. It’s just a swimsuit.” Valentine whispered into Luke’s slightly tingling ear.

“I know, I’m just not used to it.” Luke clarified, as Valentine reached out to touch the fabric of the blue diamond check board suit, stretching it out slightly to make sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose.

“You don’t have to wear it, if you don’t want.” Valentine softened, pressing a feather light kiss to the spot behind Luke’s ear.

“I- I want to- but I don’t know..” Luke slipped and slurred before shaking out his head.

Not wanting Luke to be in this mental debate any longer, Valentine slipped his fingers down to the string tie along the waistband of the shorts, undoing it with utmost ease, before sliding one of his hands down to Luke’s bottom. Pinching it just enough that he would lift his hips off the lounge chair for Valentine to slip the swimsuit off completely. Leaving Luke naked, and Valentine clothed, barely.

“don’t pinch me.” Luke spat, some of it landing onto Valentines sun burned cheek.

“I’ll pinch you if I want to.” Valentine teased, trailing his hands up Luke’s waist, lightly tickling him.

“He he- okay- okay! stop it!” Luke suddenly shouted, sharply whipping around to face Valentine.

“YOUR NOT FUNNY.”Luke shouted to final the touch filled argument, as he was now fully around and sitting on Valentines hip bones. On the street facing the house, a pack of stray dogs barked wild and armed.

“Alright, alright, settle down.” Valentine continued to tease, pulling Luke closer into the crook of his neck.

“Fuck off.” Luke mustered, as Valentine planted citrus soaked kissed along Luke’s long, eloquent neck.

“Don’t be like that, you know I was just playing around.” Valentine laughed, watching as Luke stood and snatched the swim trunks out of Valentines grip. He watched intently as Luke face his back towards him, shoving the swim trunks over his round bottom.

“You’re just such a pain.” Luke shoved, as Valentine came close enough to reach for his waist.

“I’m sorry, I won’t tickle you again? Deal?” Valentine still laughed, pulling Luke tightly to himself.

“Actually?” Luke asked, looking at Valentine as he pressed a kiss on his parabatis cheek.

“Actually.” Valentine replied, risking his own sanity and coming cautiously close to Lukes own core.

“Fine, go ahead then.” Luke played, letting Valentine kiss him in his thin lips, as the sounds of the dogs faded out as well as the hum of the pool jets. He could only hear Valentine and Valentine could only taste him, tart cherry juice from the night before, sweet lemonade that morning.

As their lips intertwined and tongues caught as Valentine slide himself into Luke with utmost ease. Then unsurprisingly his vein flooded fingers over his waist, in an non teasing sense. He held onto Luke passionately, almost possessively.

“Are you going to be gentle?” Luke asked quietly, as Valentine slathered Luke’s neck in his salvia.