V'Arte

“I love you,” He murmured, his harmonics backing the words as he wrapped his hand around his lover’s length. “I love you so much and I want to be yours.”

His head fell back as his lover took hold of his arousal. He panted as blood began to thicken the ribs along his shaft. His hand slid to the back of his lover’s head as he lowered his mouth for a searing kiss. He backed them slowly towards the bed, slip up on it, bringing the smaller turian with him. He broke from the kiss and stared up into his lovers eyes. This would be a night of sharing. Sharing everything. His hand slipped between then and he stroked his lover’s arousal. “Make love to me first,” he said thickly. “Once we start...the other, I wilt be the one making love to thee.” Not only did he know what the bite would do to him sexually, he also knew his lover’s mouth wasn’t designed to suckle, he had no lips to seal over the wound. If V’Arte were laying on his back, the blood would flow down onto the pillow rather than into Mavic, where it needed to be. 

He smiled softly at his lover. “‘Tis glad I am that you art seeing things mine way. I have been trying to get you to believe that for quite some time.”

He gave a happy sigh, thinking toward the future now instead of the shared past. If there was any justice in the universe, their future would be equally shared. "I hope I get the chance to prove you right. Being with you… it’s made me braver. And made me actually think I can be more than what I am. And want to be better. Stronger. Doing more good. It’s amazing, just… how you make me feel like I can."

He shook his head. “I have done naught, Pinkie. That strength...that bravery you art beginning to feel? It hast always been there. Surviving what you have is a testament to that. You were but blind to that strength. Your eyes were wide shut, but now they art opening. Think upon what I am about to say. Wouldst you step between someone you love and danger to protect them? If you hear a child’s cries and pleas, wouldst you pass through danger to but save them? A stranger? Wouldst you stand up and speak an unpopular opinion to help another? Strength and bravery cometh in many forms. And you have a plethora of both,” he said softly, but firmly.

He pulled back, his golden rimmed pink eyes glowed hot with love and passion. His hands slipped between them, releasing the fastenings on his lover’s shirt. He drew it slowly from the smaller man’s body. He knelt and slowly worked the pants down his lover’s body, his mouth and tongue paying homage, every few inches. He laid the clothing over the back of a chair. He considered removing his own clothing, but it was far more enjoyable when his lover did.  He stood before his lover, eyes glowing, thick with need, trembling with emotion. Needing the man before him more than he ever had before.

He lowered his lips to Mavic’s for a lingering kiss. “Wilt you accept mine mark, Mavic? I am unable to mark you in drell fashion, for ‘tis a response to a female mate’s heat, but I couldst mark you with mine own bite...or wouldst that be taboo?” he asked softly. He did not want Mavic to get riled by other turians, for doing something that wasn’t acceptable. 

“I am yours...there is no doubt. I want you to mark me. But I mun know....” He slipped one arm from around his lover and gently tilted up the turian’s chin. His hand slipped to the man’s cheek, his thumb stroking along the mandible as his finger tips caressed the skin behind the mandible’s joint. “The  mark...Art you accepting me as a mate or wilt this be of lessor commitment?” There. It was out. He would accept either, for either was more than they had now. But he needed to know, for certain, where things stood. Mavic would have to spell it out for him, for that certainty to be assured. It didn’t take long for him to realize he was holding his breath...

"Me either." He purred with the same suggestive tones as he stood and pressed himself against V’Arte’s side, playfully nipping his shoulder as the highest place he could reach without standing on his toes. "I think it would be a lot of fun." His mandibles slanted and a certain glint came back into his eyes. "The act of it anyway. I’ll sorta ignore the why we’re doing it.” He frowned. “No I take that back, I won’t. I meant that….that’s not what it’s about for me. I want to mark you cuz I love you, the other part…that’s cuz I’m tired of hurting and feeling like something in me is gone…. But I feel like you put that part back and….” Mavic chuckled a little. “And I’m completely screwing up what I’m trying to say here.”

That playful nip sent a spark of fire shooting through his veins. He stared intently at his lover for a moment. He wanted this to be enjoyable for them both. It was probably the most intimate and primal thing they would ever do. And he was a bit troubled. Uncertain if Mavic understood completely. “You understand ‘tis far more than a sexual bite? You mun need sever the artery over and over...I  - “ he froze. Mavic wanted to mark him because he loved him? No. No. He was surely talking about a sexual bite. He would not even allow himself to think Mavic wanted to claim him. Mavic had never implied anything of that nature. Mavic just didn’t seem like one who ever really wanted to be tied down. It was something he’d had to come to accept about the man. “Then wouldst you help me understand? I wouldst not wish any miss-communication betwixt us.”

“I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.” "I never told you, but I was married once before." "It was just a drunken Vegas thing." "Oh, that’s better. That’s much better." "Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet." "Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart…and that’s saying something." "Don’t tell me how to handle my wife." "Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch." "Guess that was just wishful thinking." "Still alive, baby?" "We have an unusual problem here." "You obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being." "Dance with me." "It was just my cover, sweetheart." "Wait, why do I get the girl gun?" "It’s called evasive driving, sweetheart!" "Hiya, stranger." "You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It’s the first thing you learn!" "Oh, I must have missed that lesson. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy!" "If you don’t like them we can take them back." "You’ll get used to them." "That vacation in Aspen, you left early, why?" "Damn, I wanted him." "These fuckers get younger every year." "Any last words?" "The new curtains are hideous." "I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey." "I have a thoery, newly developed." "I’m think you killed us." "Why do you care? I was just a cover." "Who says you were just a cover?" "Ask us the sex question." "Oh, look. More desert." "Web of lies!" "I missed you." "That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today." "Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb." "Come on, let’s talk about this! You don’t want to go to bed angry!" "What’s new?" "My parents died when I was five. I’m an orphan." "Who was that kind fellow who gave you away at our wedding?" "I can’t believe I brought my real parents to our wedding." "Sweetheart…?" "You want it? It’s yours." "There’s a huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything we don’t say to each other." "Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. Option B: You don’t talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is…you die." "Can I have a soda or a juice or…" "Ok, that was a nice shot." "What? You’re looking for a job or something?" "You are the job." "They’re bulletproof!" "We’ll talk about this later." "You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl?" "You really expect me to roll over and play dead?" "Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage." "Come to daddy." "Who’s your daddy now?" "We should so not be allowed to buy these." "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?" "Tempting but I don’t get out of bed for less than half a million dollars." "I realise you witnessed the Mrs. and I working through a few domestic issues." "That’s regrettable but don’t take that to be a sign of weakness, that would be a mistake on your part." "Maybe it’s not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage - sends a mixed message." "Mistake on your part." "Baby, you couldn’t find the button with both hands and a map."

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He saw his lover admiring the brightly colored Christmas tree he was putting up in their penthouse flat. He slipped in behind the engrossed salarian, slipped his arms around his waist and bit down in the soft area, where neck meets the top of the shoulder. His tongue flicked over the small marks and drew a damp trail up to his ear. “Our flat ‘tis starting to look quite festive…as bright and beautiful as you art.”

"I can keep going, or," he said between kisses. "Maybe you want to, uh… get back in?" He actually blushed green - ridiculous to actually be any shade of embarrassed when he’d just literally been brought to a screaming orgasm. They were somewhat past being demure by now. But it certainly wasn’t a bad blush, not nervous, but the almost impish look he only got in these moments when he and V’Arte were alone together. "I mean… I’m all warmed up for you now." 

He saw his lover admiring the brightly colored Christmas tree he was putting up in their penthouse flat. He slipped in behind the engrossed salarian, slipped his arms around his waist and bit down in the soft area, where neck meets the top of the shoulder. His tongue flicked over the small marks and drew a damp trail up to his ear. “Our flat ‘tis starting to look quite festive…as bright and beautiful as you art.”

"Love you so much. So much. Thank you. That was… the best it’s ever been. Ever. Give me… a minute," He took a deep breath and let it out, enjoying the way his head still spun gently. "Then I gotta thank you for that."

Mavic lifted his head from V’Arte’s chest, their eyes catching and holding. “I really would like to mark you… have my teeth in you all night while you take me over and over… I miss you V’Arte. I’ve been putting distance between us when right next to me is where I need you.”

He rose to a stand, turned his hips just enough to hide the state he was in, and held out his hand. He wanted to flash them upstairs...or carry his lover upstairs, but he felt he needed to allow Mavic to make this choice himself. To give him the time to back away, if he found he wasn't ready. That was why he hid his arousal. There would be no pressure from him this night. Only love and acceptance.