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masterwords · 2 years ago

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First time Hotch and Morgan say 'I love you'

Your wish is my command. Here is 5600 words leading up to that moment...why so many, you ask? I don't know. But I asked for soft Hotchgan requests and I got so many good ones...we're going to end 2022 on a soft note with all of these. Starting here with a power outage and a whole bunch of slightly awkward love.

**** Perspective ****

Pitch black.

They were sitting on the couch beside the fire, Hotch with his feet kicked up on Derek's legs reading. He wasn't deeply engaged in the book, not enough that he didn't glance up every so often to admire Derek's profile, the way he sat with his headphones on bobbing his head only slightly along with the beat. He could sit and listen to music for hours, and not just listen but feel it. In much the same way, Hotch devoured silence.

And almost like all the oxygen was sucked from the room through a vacuum, the lights went out. What he thought had been silence became actual eerie silence, no more humming from the refrigerator and the furnace, no more water heater, just dead quiet until his hearing adjusted and he was drawn back to the crackle and pop of their small fire.

“Did the power just go out?” Derek asked, stunned. Hotch smiled at the absurdity of the question.

“Looks like it.”

Immediately, as if on cue, Hotch's phone began ringing. He stared at it in disbelief, wishing that for one blissful minute he could simply deal with his own life before having to handle whatever catastrophe was happening at Quantico.

“Garcia?”

“Sir, I'm sorry to bother you, but Strauss wants us to get down to Quantico ASAP to monitor the systems for any potential security breaches before the generators kicked on. She says it's routine but she sounded concerned.”

“I'm a little further away than usual, it may take me some time to get there.”

She was silent, and he could hear her sharp intake of breath. It was pointed, the way she realized what he said without saying it aloud. “Yes...yes sir. I'll get started without you.”

Derek's headphones were around his neck now and in the dim orange light of the fire Hotch could see his wicked smile. “She knows.”

“I gathered that...when did you tell her?”

“Right away. I can't keep secrets from her. If I tell her up front she'll feel special and she'll keep her yap shut. If I try to keep it from her and she finds out, who knows what she's liable to do...it was a safety precaution.”

Hotch let out a nervous chuckle. “Well, she and I have to spend the evening at Quantico making sure nothing happened to the systems. Don't wait up.”

Derek had no intention of waiting up. The sky was already darkening at an alarming rate, and he expected to merely get the house ready to be shuttered against whatever storm was still brewing and then lie in bed with his music until he fell asleep. All he needed to do was make sure there was enough fire wood inside, get out the blankets and the other emergency supplies, and get himself cozy. He'd set out some pajamas for Hotch, if he even made it back in time to sleep, but that would be the extent of it.

Hotch, still in his khakis and sweater, pulled on his hiking boots and laced them up tight. “Take my car,” Derek said, tossing him the keys from the kitchen counter. “It gets around better in this shit than yours.”

Eyeing the keys suspiciously, Hotch wondered how many people would be in the building. Whether the security officers would see his plates and be surprised to find the wrong person driving. And he also realized he simply didn't care. What difference did it really make in the end?

“Thank you.”

He slipped on the ice twice in spite of wearing his best boots for the job. There wasn't much one could do versus a skating rink parading as the unassuming ground. The first time he slipped in the driveway as he scraped the windshield, unable to wait for it to defrost on its own. He managed to catch himself that time against the hood of the vehicle and thank his lucky stars. The second time was on the sidewalk approaching Quantico, and there was nothing but his own backside to catch his fall. That it did, hard, and he stifled a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Words that didn't often make their way over his lips. He wasn't much for swearing, but getting up he knew he'd tweaked his back and it was going to be sore the rest of the night. That was enough to excuse more than a few of the offensive words.

“Sir!” Garcia exclaimed as he entered, pushing through the glass doors and walking slowly, gingerly toward the stairs. They could do what they needed from his office where they could close the door and stay warm with his dusty old space heater. The generator would be kicking out just enough juice to keep the place running and that didn't include more heat than just enough to keep the pipes from freezing. The pipes and Hotch had very different freezing temperatures. Plus he had the snacks. Garcia didn't keep anything in her office, the equipment was too sensitive and she worried...she kept things in the break room and in Hotch's bottom left cabinet where there should have been binders full of mind-numbing information. He'd managed to sort his office well enough that one whole cabinet was empty, left available to the team's most treasured snacks. Ones that they feared would be stolen in the wild west that was the break room.

“How was your drive in Garcia?” he asked, leaning a little heavily against the railing as he heaved himself up the stairs on hips that felt rusty and stiff after his untimely meeting with the icy pavement. She noticed the hitch in his gait but said nothing.

“Slippery and scary, sir. Yours? I know the um, the roads in that neighborhood don't get plowed very quickly...”

He stopped and eyed her for just a moment before unlocking his office door and holding it open to her. “It was fine.”

She set her laptop on his desk and opened it up before pulling a chair over. Every move was formal and calculated, slow so she wouldn't scare him off. She wanted to share this with him so desperately. “You made good time.”

“Garcia,” he said quietly, easing himself down into his chair while trying to maintain as neutral a look as he could. It barely worked. She could see the discomfort but she wasn't concerned with that, thankfully, she was poking and prodding for the other thing. For confirmation from the second party that what Derek said had a grain of truth to it. She wanted to hear him admit he'd come from Derek's house. If only she'd seen him pull in driving Derek's car. “I'm aware that you're privy to some information regarding my private life, and while I have no issue with you knowing, I also don't think now is the time to discuss it. Have you had a chance to get into the system to see if anything was damaged or breached?”

“It all looks ship-shape, sir. We just need to comb through a few things and do some hard saves just in case we're without power for a while. If anything happens to the generator we're sunk. I have a list of things we'll need to print, consults that we'll need to manually deliver...”

“Good. Would you excuse me?” His phone was ringing once again, and this time it was Haley. While he would have liked to send it to voicemail, he was busy enough to do it, something told him to pick up. “Yes, Haley?”

“Are you okay?” She sounded worried, her voice had that high pitch tone to it that set him on edge.

“Yes...why wouldn't I be?”

“Aaron. The power is out, the roads are a sheet of ice, there's a big storm coming.”

“I'm aware of all of that. Haley I'm working right now, did you need something?” She rolled her eyes and he thought he could feel it through the phone. Working, always working. Of course he was there.

“Jack and I have no heat, and the power company says it could be a day or two before they even figure out where the problem is. Our neighborhood isn't a priority.”

“Have you called Jess?”

“She's out too. And before you ask, yes I've called my parents and yes they still have their wood stove but there are down trees and live power lines on all the roads heading out that way.”

“Okay. Let me call you back in a minute.”

He hung up the phone and poked his head back in the door, tapping at the wall to get Garcia's attention. “I'll need another moment, Garcia. I apologize.”

“Not a problem sir. Take all the time you need.” In truth, Garcia was happy to be there. Her apartment was without heat or any way to get it, so this was a drastic improvement on home. Even if she was pulling icky information from databases designed to hold things she didn't want to think about.

He slipped back out to the catwalk and walked, a move that briefly made stiff back feel better. Slightly. Up and down the catwalk he paced until he managed to get hold of Derek.

“I have a big ask,” Hotch began, noting the way Derek's breathing was heavy. Hotch knew he was hauling wood inside and immediately felt guilty for even asking him for something, let alone something like this. He should just leave. Tell Garcia to go home, leave himself, and let tomorrow's problems belong to tomorrow. Just once he wished he was that kind of person.

“Shoot,” Derek grunted, huffing as he threw more logs onto the pile. He would stack them neatly and clean up the debris later, for now he just needed to get the stuff inside before he got frostbite.

“Haley and Jack are also without power, the outage looks pretty widespread. They don't have a fireplace or any secondary heating sources. I know it's a lot to ask, but would it be alright if they came to your house?”

Silence fell over the line, a long drawn out thing that made Hotch's stomach twist. Finally he heard the sound of logs crashing against other logs and rolling to the wood floor without so much as a word being spoken in the meantime. Going back over what he'd asked, he couldn't fault Derek for his silence. Would you mind hosting my ex-wife and my child during a winter storm? I know we haven't been together long but I'm sure it'll be fine.

“Derek?”

“Yeah, sorry, I thought there was more. You said you had a big ask.”

“Derek, that is a big ask.”

“It's your family. It's fine.” He was lying, at least a little, which hurt them both in different ways. Derek hated to lie, it made him feel filthy, but this lie felt like the right kind. And Hotch, he could hear it, the way Derek longed to say are you kidding me with this? Asking me to babysit your family while you're working when you really should be home like the rest of the people in this area? A nail in the coffin. In the end, though, both of them felt somewhat justified in their responses.

“I'll make this as fast as I can.”

“We both know you have no control over how that goes.”

Hotch rolled his eyes. “Okay. I owe you.”

“Big time.”

Hotch hung up with a smile and called Haley back. He'd paced up and down the catwalk, around the round table, up and down again over and over. “You remember where Derek lives?”

“....yes...” He was really in it now. He hadn't told her yet. Now was as good a time as any, really, but it felt all wrong. He'd had this plan, silly as it sounded, to unveil things slowly to her. Jack knew but he was little and he had no real gauge of what he was seeing. They held hands in front of him and were affectionate, never over the top but just enough to make sure that he could get comfortable with it. Truthfully, he didn't seem to care. He would follow Derek around like a puppy and watch him with complete fascination – if Derek brushed his teeth, so did Jack, and he copied it as closely as he could. If Derek was making toast, Jack wanted a slice too and he wanted it exactly the same. Derek thought it was a little odd and felt more than a little self-conscious about the things he did, worrying that he might do something wrong or bad right in front of the kid, but Hotch thought it was sweet.

“Bring Jack and any of his belongings that you think he'll need for a few days. Derek has plenty of food and a fireplace.”

“Aaron...”

“You can ask me anything you like later, but I don't have time to discuss my private life right now, Haley, I'm sorry. Penelope and I are in the weeds and will be for a few hours. Derek knows you're coming.”

“Your private life...” she whispered to herself, and it almost sounded like she was smiling but he couldn't be sure and wasn't about to ask. The pacing had gone from making his back feel better to making it feel worse. He just wanted to sit down and get to work. “Okay. Thank you Aaron. We'll see you tonight though? You'll be there?”

“Yes. I'll be home as soon as I can.”

“Home...” she copied, quietly again. He probably hadn't even realized that slip, but she snatched it and held it close for examination. “Jack will be so excited to see you.”

Going back into the office, he was sure that he was in deep now. An act of God, a giant winter storm blowing in and knocking out power was all it took to completely undo his quiet little bit of privacy. He supposed he was never owed even the amount of time he had, and had no right to expect it. The thing was...it was just nice. He hadn't been this happy in years and he just wanted to keep the world away from it for a little longer.

“Where were we?”

“Well, sir, I was searching through data files...you...”

“Haven't even begun. Right.”

(x)

Haley wasted no time at all loading Jack into the car and heading toward Derek's house. The roads were slippery but not too bad, not yet, and she was a good driver. A great driver, really, no matter what Hotch and Jessica told her. So she'd been in a few fender benders, none of them had been her fault. Not a single one. And never any on ice.

“Are you excited to see daddy?” she called back to Jack who was kicking around in his car seat happily playing with two of his trucks. A monster truck with a dragon on the side and a fire truck. Crashing them into one another, head on after head on. The noise was driving her a little crazy but turning on music would distract her too much from the task of getting them safely to Derek's so she settled on the sounds Jack made.

Smash.

“Jack?”

“We see uncle Derek?!” he asked excitedly. Crash.

“Yeah. Uncle Derek. Does daddy kiss uncle Derek?” She felt a little like a monster, asking her toddler such a personal question, but there was something in Hotch's voice when she'd spoken to him that made her feel a little giddy. This wasn't the best avenue to take, however, it was one possible route.

Jack just giggled. “Yeah! Daddy kisses!” The kid was little, he loved to parrot, and she couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. He might just keep copying her and bashing his trucks together, so she asked again to make sure.

“Daddy and uncle Derek kiss each other?”

“Yep!”

“Like mommy and daddy used to kiss?”

“Yep!”

She smiled to herself. CRASH. It made her happy that Hotch had moved on, and even happier somehow that it was someone like Derek. She'd always liked him. The other girls, when the BAU and their partners would go out, always called him a dog but she didn't see it that way. Neither did Penelope. He was always so sweet to the women he danced with. He would hold out his hand, he would buy them drinks, he would lead gently. Haley had danced with him on more than one occasion and felt butterflies herself.

But those were women, and Haley had always wondered at how close he'd gotten with her husband in a way that men who exclusively liked women didn't do. She'd known Hotch liked boys as much as girls all the way back in school, though he was never so bold as to follow those urges. Not with the father he had. But there were glances, and there were hidden secret kisses a small number of times with the right boys, she knew. He'd never kept that from her.

“Does daddy stay at uncle Derek's a lot?”

“Yep!” SMASH. He dropped one of the trucks and burst into tears, unable to lean forward in his seat to grab it. Haley smiled and turned up the music, refocusing on the road.

(x)

Derek opened the door to his darkened house and beckoned them in. Haley was shocked at how warm it was, the way it almost took her breath away. Without saying a word, she knew it was because of Hotch...he liked things a little too warm. Derek would keep it the way he liked it without complaint.

“Thank you for letting us barge in on you,” she said, opening her arms wide for a hug. Derek wrapped her tight and smiled. It came a lot easier than he'd imagined.

“Of course. Can't have you guys freezing to death huh? Jessica's coming too.”

“Yeah I just got her text. Did she call Aaron?”

“I assume so. He's probably going to turn off his phone if we keep buggin' him.”

“I don't doubt that.”

They entered the house cautiously, it was light enough to see with lanterns and candles flickering, but still dark. Moody and somber and so warm. Derek had moved furniture around, surrounding the fireplace with chairs and the love seat and couch from the other room. Everyone could stay beside the fire.

“Where's daddy?!” Jack exclaimed, rushing toward Clooney and the couch excitedly. Derek glanced up at the clock and shrugged.

“At work. He should be home soon.”

Soon wasn't nearly soon enough. Every single car he heard driving down the road made him peek out the window, hoping to see one pull into his driveway. It wasn't that things were bad, they were fine. When Jessica arrived she brought with her three bottles of wine and bags of food Derek didn't need. “It'll go bad if I don't bring it...” she said, but most of it wasn't in need of refrigeration she just wanted to make their night a party. If they had to be without power, at least they could have some fun.

“Sis!” Haley exclaimed, rushing through the darkened room to wrap her sister in a hug. Derek took the food and wine to the kitchen and left it on the counter, figuring he could deal with it later. His first priority was popping the cork out of one bottle of wine and pouring two glasses, just enough for Haley and her sister, handing them off happily. That would keep them content and stop the inquisition he could feel bubbling right beneath the surface.

Haley had asked a few sly questions, but it wasn't her that Derek worried about...it was Jessica. She wouldn't even try to hide behind formality. The look in her eye said she was just looking for an opportunity to get Derek alone, to corner him, and to poke him full of holes until he soaked her in information. Details. He was avoiding her like the plague.

“Hey Jack, come help me with the fire,” he said, waving the kid over to him. “You gotta learn the art of moving the logs around, it's very important.” The art of moving the logs around, the man special as his mother used to call it with a roll of her eyes. Passed down generation to generation. He loved to shift them, using the poker to stack and separate and stack again, always creating optimum air flow. You couldn't simply leave a fire to tend to itself, it needed constant supervision. Like a child.

He grabbed the poker and indicated one log that needed shifting, it was nearly fallen and stifling the flow around it so off it went from the pile, and then he scooted it up beside a much less invasive piece. Soon he had a newly formed pyramid with gorgeous ventilation and he was pleased...Jack looked pleased too. Behind them, Haley and Jessica whispered and giggled. “What do you think they're talking about over there, huh?” Derek asked and Jack shrugged, his dark eyes lit up by the flames.

“Daddy.”

“Ah yeah. Probably right.”

(x)

“Garcia, can I give you a ride home?” Hotch asked, closing his laptop with some finality. She glanced up at him over the rim of her glasses and smiled. They'd been at it for hours in chilly quiet, only the sound of the little space heater and the eerie hum of the generator for company. They'd hardly said a word to one another.

“Yes, please, thank you. I don't think my car is meant for this weather. She's no Sonja Henie.”

Hotch stared at her a moment, a look of total bewilderment on his features. It was a look Garcia hadn't seen many times and it was a little unnerving. He was usually so sharp and his intense knowledge of random things often eclipsed everyone else. “You know, three time Olympic gold medalist turned actress...” she stopped herself and sighed as his features pinched further in thought. “Nevermind.”

“I know who she is, I'm sorry. It's been a long day.” The real problem was simply that he was distracted. Haley and Jessica and Jack had been at Derek's house for hours now, and while they hadn't sent one SOS text and not a single phone call...he was worried. Afraid of what he'd find, what stories they might tell Derek to scare him off. Afraid they'd asked too many questions and he wouldn't know where to begin walking into that mess.

He and Garcia walked out of the building together, and headed right for Derek's car. She let out a small gasp, unable to contain herself, before she covered her mouth and regained her composure. Hotch glanced at her as he wrestled the fob out of his pocket and unlocked the car, just hoping that she wouldn't point out the obvious. They both knew whose car he was driving. Before she could reach the door, Hotch leaned forward and pulled it open for her. It tweaked his sore back and he held his breath until the sharp spike of pain passed.

“Bestill my little heart,” she whispered, slipping into the car. He shook his head, unable to process just about anything she was saying at this point.

As he waited for the car to warm up, he sat with his hands on the steering wheel contemplating just about every life decision he'd ever made that led him to this point.

“Penelope,” he began quietly. “I asked Derek to open his door to Haley, Jessica and Jack tonight. They've been there for hours. What do you think I'm walking into?”

He was, momentarily, wide open. Uncharacteristically so. He simply couldn't keep it inside a moment longer or he'd combust, and Garcia was easy enough to talk to. She only let out a small laugh. “I'm sure everything is fine. They're probably just sitting around talking.”

He sighed. “That's what I'm afraid of.” He paused, shaking it off. He had no control over the hours that had passed without him and he couldn't dwell on them. Whatever happened, happened, and he'd just have to suck it up and roll with it. “I'm sorry I've been so distracted tonight. I wasn't much help.”

“You did more than I did, sir.”

“That's hardly true, but thank you for being so understanding.”

“I'm gonna say something right now that you're probably not going to like, but I think it's pretty clear that you need to hear it. Derek is crazy about you. You know that right? His face lights up when he talks about you, I've never seen that before. Well, I presume he lights up when he talks about me too but...that's beside the point.”

He had nothing to say to that. It sounded absurd. Too absurd to be believed. “That's bound to change after tonight.”

They drove in silence for a few minutes, no radio, just the sound of the ice beneath the wheels. Hotch was driving as well as he could but the car slipped more than once as he took corners and it made him nervous. Much too nervous to talk for a long time. “Penelope, do you have heat?” He couldn't believe he'd forgotten to ask her about her own place until he began approaching her apartment building, the street pitch black and ominous.

“No, but I've got plenty of blankets.”

“Nonsense. Come stay with us.”

It was easy to rack them up, he was on a roll. He'd have Derek's house packed to the gills before the night was through. It was shocking to him how few people they knew who had a fireplace, though it shouldn't have been...he didn't have one either. His apartment would be sitting dark and cold, floors still littered with boxes full of things he hadn't bothered to unpack. He was almost never there, that place definitely wasn't home. “Sir,” she said as they slid past the turn he wanted and had to go around one extra block. The roads had gotten worse since they'd been out and the temperature was dropping fast. “Have you told him how you feel?”

“He knows.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I'm sure he does know. But if you said it...I think he'd just about flip his lid.”

He chewed on that the rest of the ride, all the way until he pulled into Derek's driveway and saw the flicker of candlelight behind the curtains. It made his heart hurt. His entire family was in there, all under one roof, and he'd been at work the whole time assuming the worst. That there would be tension and interrogations and he'd walk in on a scene of unrest and discomfort. But that candlelight in the window and the pillowy blanket of snow over the yard told him that he was mistaken. They'd been busy being a family in those walls and he'd been toiling over nothing on the outside.

The door opened and out stepped Derek in his puffy coat and sweats with a wool blanket draped over his arm, waving, not looking even the least bit angry. “See?” Penelope asked, poking her gloved finger at the window. “He lights up.”

“Baby girl!” Derek called, watching her get out of the car with her go bag draped over her arm. “What're you doing here?”

“Joining the refugee camp here at the Morgan house. I've come to enjoy your heat.”

“The more the merrier. Jessica brought wine!”

Hotch stayed beside the car a little apprehensively, not eager to break the spell cast over the house. It felt peaceful and happy, so he just stood there with his hands on the car so he didn't add to the list of times he'd slipped on ice that day. Derek's approach was quiet and sure, his feet planting one after the other in the snow so he could avoid the ice entirely.

With expectation written plainly over his face, Derek leaned in and waited for Hotch to make the first move. After the night he'd had, finally being cornered by Jessica who asked him question after question, each one laced with something akin to a threat, he wasn't about to be the first one to cross the line in front of everyone. Not one to disappoint, Hotch slipped his arms around Derek's waist, pushed himself happily inside the warmth of that puffy coat and kissed him. He kissed slow and hard, there was no hesitation. And that was when he was struck by how very very fortunate he was. His whole family was here, and Derek had probably not had the greatest night...would have been more than a little nervous...but he did it, he pulled it off. He took care of everyone Hotch cared about. Because Hotch's people were his people.

“I love you,” Hotch said, breathless and airy. It came out so easily. He didn't know what made him wait so long, that first time was always so hard but not this time. He was overcome by it, powerless to stop himself saying it, and not even a little worried it wouldn't be reciprocated. Derek had already proven that much, and the grin that spread wide and sparkling over his features sealed the deal.

“You do?”

“I do.”

“Good.”

There was silence between them, nothing but the sound of ice popping in the trees above them and darkness surrounding them. No ambient light, nothing but stars in the sky and the glowing silvery moon for company. He slipped his hand to the sore place on his lower back and pressed into it with his fingertips, massaging the distressed muscles. All he could think about was getting into a pair of sweatpants and big wool socks and snuggling up under the blanket with Derek. And maybe Jack, though he hoped that the kid was already asleep. It was awfully late.

“I love you too, you know.”

“I know.” He did. He had no question, but something in the tone of Garcia's voice told him that maybe Derek had needed to hear it. Like maybe he wasn't quite sure, and tonight, being with Haley it might have made him more than a little concerned. He had no idea what Haley might have said or done, whether she would approve of Hotch and Derek's relationship. Jack was well aware but he'd kept it from others...not because he was ashamed, never that. Only that he didn't know how to say it.

He never knew how to say it. How to offer that sort of thing up. Everything seemed to come so much easier to Derek, he wore his heart on his sleeve. Sure he kept his secrets, but he knew what was a secret and what was not. To Hotch, almost anything could be a secret...he had a hard time deciphering what people should know, what they needed to know, what they would want to know. So he kept it all guarded.

“Get inside you two! You're going to freeze to death!” It was Jessica hollering on the front porch, her voice ringing out through the quiet neighborhood. She was so bossy. “Derek, the fire needs tending. The ventilation looks a little sketchy.”

“Damn. That's my cue.”

Hotch slipped his hand inside of Derek's and walked slowly beside him, eager to get inside, to get to the fire and resume what he'd been doing hours before. Just lounging on the couch with Derek, in his favorite quiet place. Whatever anyone else wanted to do, he would be more than fine with, he only wanted to lie there and fall asleep to the sound of the fire.

And he did. He lay back against Derek, curled up on the floor beneath a pile of blankets while Haley and Jack took the couch and Jessica and Penelope each took a chair. Derek and Hotch managed to stoke the fire to the point that it might never fully die, and with Clooney curled up at their feet, the whole house slept.

Until the power came on in the middle of the night, bathing the house in white noise and bright lights. Hotch crawled to his feet and shushed everyone else back to sleep. “I'll get it,” he whispered, his hand on his back while he hunched and shuffled through the house to turn off the lights that didn't need to be on. Peeking outside, he smiled at the sight of the neighborhood lit up, knowing that there were other miserable saps just like himself shuffling sleepy through their homes to turn off lights they'd forgotten were left on. The furnace clicked on and he contemplated offering beds to everyone but it might be more trouble than it was worth for the next few hours. Instead, he crept back to his spot on the floor even though it was killing his already sore back and curled up his place there beside Derek.

“Power's back on?” Derek asked in his honey voice through sleepy slow lips and Hotch smiled as he closed his eyes.

“Looks like it.”

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the-empress-7 · 2 years ago

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Megs is gonna defrost one of those frozen embryos sitting in storage in Canada - a male one - plant it in a surrogate asap, strap on her moonbumps, and when the baby's born, name him Charles. Prince Charles. (She'd better pay that surrogate a LOT though, because "of the body" and all...)

There was a time when I would have hesitated to post this ask.

Those days are gone.

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hey-michael-young-history · 2 years ago

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Hotline Bling: An Excerpt

This is my offering to the SubCage overlords who have conquered my heart. A what-if situation - sometime after Ice in the Netherrealm, Hanzo decides to kill Sektor before his nuptials with Kuai Liang. He catches a lead and needs to depart ASAP but since that whole jaunt through the Netherrealm, Kuai Liang has been unstable. Hanzo doesn’t want to leave him alone so who does he ask to keep his Omega company? Alpha extraordinaire, Johnny Cage. It’s long. Like this isn’t even half of the draft. :

“Relax, baby, it’s nothing I haven’t done before.”

This close, Johnny Cage’s tone was playful but sincere. His overly familiar touches still made Kuai Liang tense up, but gods, he needed it.

“That’s it, you’re such a good Omega, and I’m gonna take care of you,” the actor said, pulling him into a kiss by his chin.

After all these years… the elders were right. Kuai Liang really was a slut.

But this was Hanzo’s idea. Hanzo had to tend to business in other realms and wanted Kuai Liang to be comfortable. His heat cycle was still too intense and unstable to just leave him alone.

��Purring already, babe?” Johnny asked as he separated them with a smile.

His kisses were different. Hanzo’s were passionate and domineering, but Johnny kissed softly.

He rubbed his jaw and laughed. “It’s been a while since I had beard burn. You’re a natural, you big ice queen.”

Kuai Liang tried to focus on Johnny, but it was hard enough keeping his eyes open at all. He opened his mouth but groaned as his stomach cramped.

“Easy there, don’t worry. I’m gonna take real good care of you.” Johnny removed his shirt and ran his hands up Kuai Liang’s abs. “Your eyes are so fucking gorgeous. Ol’ Grandmaster Grumpy Face really snatched you up before the rest of us could get a shot.”

He moaned, but at this point, his purr was so loud.

“God, you taste good. Want me to take off your headband?”

Kuai Liang leaned forward and caught Johnny’s lips, pulling him into a deeper kiss. Anything to shut him up.

Johnny growled and pulled him onto his lap. “Look at me, defrosting the ice king.”

“Mmmmm…” Fuck me, Alpha. It was embarrassing enough to think that, let alone say it out loud.

He reached into Johnny’s pants and found him quickly hardening. “Ohhh fuck. God.”

He pulled Kuai Liang into another kiss as the Omega tugged at the pants. He had his hands in Kuai Liang’s hair, pulling him closer. Then his hand was caressing his ear.

He could feel his face heat up. This kind of foreplay… the attention…

“Y’okay?” Johnny asked, kissing his shoulder.

Fuck. Me. He closed his eyes and embraced the warmth that Johnny was giving him.

His body was aching, his stomach was cramping, and he felt dizzy without Johnny’s lips. But… he couldn’t. He couldn’t do this.

“I… no…”

Johnny stopped and let go. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’m at your service, K-boy.”

He shuddered, and Johnny pulled him back into a warm embrace. He laid them back down, keeping Kuai Liang against his chest. “Anything you wanna try, anything you wanna do. Even if it’s just this. That’s a Johnny Cage guarantee.”

He needed an Alpha. Here was an Alpha. Not his Alpha. His friend. They couldn’t do this. He needed to do this.

Kuai Liang wanted to express all these thoughts, but when he opened his mouth, a sharp breath escaped, and he was tearing up. No. No. Not in front of him.

Losing control of his emotions in front of Hanzo was one thing - even before they had bonded, Hanzo was his closest friend, his confidant. He had seen Kuai Liang through the worst of it. But for others to see this vulnerability… he didn’t want this. He had told Hanzo-

“Shhh, shh, I know this is hard.” Johnny wiped his tears and cradled his head, gently rocking them. “You miss your Alpha. You want some relief, but you feel guilty that he isn’t here. Your body feels like it’s swallowing itself. I know. Shh, shh.”

How… how did he know all of that? Hanzo wouldn’t have revealed such intimate knowledge.

He looked up, and Johnny’s gentle expression immediately changed to alarm. “Your eyes are green. I hate that you’re feeling like this.”

“Hanzo told you–”

“Hey man, how long have we known each other?” Johnny asked, taking his chin again. “It happens more now that you’re not holding back, but I always saw… oh…”

He laughed, but Kuai Liang didn’t understand. “What is amusing you?”

“Your eyes are gold,” Johnny said softly. “I’ve only seen it once. But don’t worry, snowflake, I know exactly what to do.”

He kissed him again, sliding his hands up Kuai Liang’s ribs. “Mmm, Fire Daddy’s feeding you well.”

Before Kuai Liang could react, Johnny buried his face into his neck and licked his outer ear. “I can’t wait to really taste ya, babe.”

He sucked on the small earlobe before pulling him up. “All aboard the SS Carlton!”

“No.” It came out immediately. “I need to take care… I cannot…”

“Relax and enjoy yourself? Yeah I know,” Johnny finished sympathetically as he slid his hands up Kuai Liang’s thighs. “We’ll work on it. Take off your pants.”

The last part was an order. Ordered in a voice that made Kuai Liang absolutely rigid. Johnny’s voice was much deeper than he’d ever heard and… sensual.

He pulled off his pants, dismayed that hearing the Alpha voice had caused him to slick. He was still amazed that he was producing it without pain.

“Good boy,” Johnny said, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. With his other hand, he grabbed Kuai Liang’s cock with shameless abandon and started working it.

It almost brought the cryomancer to his knees. He was already weak to his Alpha servicing him but for another strong Alpha…

Every thought that came after melted as air from Johnny’s nose blew through the hairs on Kuai Liang’s crotch.

His tongue was, gods, it was all over him, curling around the shaft, teasing the foreskin, and massaging the head. He took it all, holding Kuai Liang against his face while he worked.

He let go with a satisfied grin just as heat began building in Kuai Liang’s stomach. Johnny pulled him back on the bed and looked him in the eye as he caressed his face. “I know you think everything is a joke to me, but you’re one of the best people I know, and that list is getting a lot shorter. I can help you. Trust me.”

“You are an Alpha,” Kuai Liang said slowly. “How are you…”

“So good at sucking dick?” Johnny laughed and embraced the cryomancer again. “Oral is my specialty, Alpha, Beta, Omega, no matter the gender. When I first came to Hollywood, I was a nobody who needed to pay the bills just like every other nobody. So in between auditions and reads, I was accompanying the elite as their handsome, fit, Alpha arm candy.”

He chuckled and held Kuai Liang in his neck, grounding himself before memories of those days resurfaced. “Trust me, my icy friend. I am more than qualified for this job.”

He leaned back down, but Kuai Liang grabbed his hair. “I can’t. Not before you.”

Johnny’s head snapped up, and his confused expression morphed into that mischievous grin that the cryomancer usually dreaded.

“What I’m hearing is that my esteemed guest has a thing for punishment. I think I can accommodate you there.”

“No - we shouldn’t—”

He moved forward and brushed his lips against Kuai Liang’s before sliding against his cheek to his ear. “Have you noticed that you’re breathing easier?”

Fingers rubbing his earlobes now. “And your pheromones are pretty stable.”

“Y-you should have no ability to smell me,” the cryomancer complained. He balled his fists in frustration. Even being bonded didn’t save him from these embarrassments. He was too old, too strong for his body to be so chaotic. “Only Hanzo-”

“Cut yourself some slack,” Johnny said softly. “You’re in heat, so that’s an automatic pass. But you’re in heat without your Alpha. You’re not giving yourself enough credit, Kuai. A bonded Omega in heat without their Alpha usually just goes feral. The fact that you’re still conscious and with me shows how much control you have over yourself.”

The praise made him feel warm and heavy. He wanted to please this Alpha, offer himself completely as long as Alpha continued saying these things to him. Johnny Cage, of all people, was making him feel this way.

For a moment, he could stop and appreciate the luxury that Johnny provided. The sheets were soft silk, covering his skin in a protective cool without creating friction. Music played in the background, easy, soft melodies that relaxed Kuai Liang when he took note of it. And the air…

“This smell… your pheromones?” He asked as Johnny rested a hand on his head.

“What kind of monster do you think I am?” The Alpha laughed. “No, it’s just some essential oils. Vanilla rose. I figured this whole situation would be overwhelming enough… you don’t need my scent clinging onto you too.”

Kuai Liang blushed, and the ache in his body shifted from exhaustion to desire. If only his first time with Hanzo had been so…

He dove down before his mind finished that thought. He had Johnny completely in his mouth in one move.

He could admit that he had gotten lazy with Hanzo. His Alpha was a disaster when it came to giving oral pleasure. It made sense - his sexual experience was stilted compared to Kuai Liang’s. What Johnny had done for him… Kuai Liang wanted to reciprocate.

“Oh shit, shit, shit,” Johnny gasped. His hand returned to Kuai Liang’s head and forced him to take it deeper. “Holy shit, it’s been too long.”

This show of force was familiar to him. No hesitance. No concerned faces. Just an Alpha enjoying what Kuai Liang had to offer. He was already wrong for engaging with another Alpha - what was the harm in being wrong about this too?

Kuai Liang had closed his eyes when Johnny pulled him off. “World-class, baby.”

Once again, the praise made him blush and drew out his purr. Johnny didn’t laugh or tease him for it. He simply kissed Kuai Liang.

No demands for explanation. No sudden loss of his temper. If Kuai Liang stumbled out of the moment, Johnny would just nonchalantly reel him back in.

This. This was the Alpha he wanted.

“Lay down on your side,” Johnny whispered. He didn’t demand it in his Alpha voice, but it didn’t matter. Kuai Liang wanted whatever he had in store.

He lay on the bed and thought he understood when he was confronted by a full view of Johnny’s hard cock in his face. He resumed his duties.

And found that he did not understand the plan.

As soon as he felt it slide past his throat, he felt Johnny’s mouth embracing his own hard-on. The pleasure, heightened by his heat, ran through Kuai Liang like fire, and he moaned and purred around Johnny’s cock.

The actor withdrew and Kuai Liang, tempted to look down, managed not to get distracted. He couldn’t let up on Johnny.

“Goooooooood damn,” he sighed. “It feels unreal having you purring on my dick, babe. Just fucking marry me already.”

Marry him? Oh. Kuai Liang was…

… cut off from those thoughts as Johnny aggressively took his cock again, burying his face in Kuai Liang’s pubic hair and making these unholy sounds of sin as he did so.

It made him purr louder, which caused Johnny to moan, which only heightened the arousal between them both.

Just as quickly as he started, the actor stopped. Kuai Liang kept working. Johnny laughed and pulled away so that he could sit up. Kuai Liang immediately continued as Johnny caressed his face. “Know why I stopped?”

His fingers made idle movements, but Kuai Liang realized that Johnny was avoiding his scars. He also realized, with great alarm, that he wanted Johnny to touch them. Johnny wouldn’t look at him with pity as Hanzo did. Johnny would accept the scars as part of Kuai Liang, not see them as damage that other Alphas caused.

He shifted his head so that Johnny could feel his own cock pushing against the wall of Kuai Liang’s cheek.

He closed his eyes and uttered a soft groan. “Jesus baby, are you trying to kill me?”

Johnny lifted him and ran his fingers from Kuai Liang’s abs to his chest. “I saw your thighs tensing up. You were about to sing for me.”

Sing… that was how Hanzo referred to it as well.

“And as we both agreed, I get mine first,” Johnny reminded as he pulled Kuai Liang into another deep kiss.

He cupped the back of the cryomancer’s head, then spread his fingers through his hair. This, he always wanted to do. The man had great hair.

With his other hand, he shamelessly groped Kuai Liang’s chest. This was the impossible dream. Johnny wasn’t ashamed, tits were his thing, and he had the glory of associating with many people who seemed allergic to shirts. Sonya’s chest was something to behold, and he still daydreamed about motorboating the fuck out of them, but Sub-Zero’s tits were a whole different league. Johnny started with small touches but quickly began squeezing his nipples, squeezing his pecs, gods they were gonna feel so good in his mouth—

He felt Kuai Liang’s breath hitch and his body heat up under him, but he was holding onto Johnny’s neck. Damn, the arms on this dude.

Johnny ended the kiss and started rubbing Kuai Liang’s feet.

“What—”

“Hey, I’ve been watching. Whenever you get close, your whole body goes stiff. Even when you come down, your toes keep curling. Your feet must hurt.”

He gathered all of that from simple observation. Kuai Liang looked away.

“You’re still kinda toasty, but it seems like we’re managing your heat. Good, good, you’re such a good Omega.”

He set Kuai Liang’s feet down, so the cryomancer’s legs were on his own. “Okay, K-man, this is where things might get a little weird.”

Kuai Liang looked up, expecting to see a playful face. Instead, he found solemn eyes staring into his. It was just him, just them in this bed, in this universe.

“The safe word is ‘ninja,’ got it?”

“I am not a ninja,” came the standard Lin Kuei answer.

“No,” Johnny said, lifting his feet again. “But I was. Are you ready?”

“What is the meaning of ‘safe word’? Why do I need it?”

Johnny smiled, and it was such a relief not to have to face Hanzo’s concerned and pitying expression simply for asking a question.

“You’re going to feel some intense pleasure, but your body’s gonna fight it. You might tell me to stop, but if you say ‘ninja,’ I’ll know that you actually need me to stop. Make sense?”

“Yes.” Kuai Liang couldn’t imagine saying “stop” and not meaning it. He couldn’t imagine pleasure that was more intense than he was already feeling. Johnny trusted him with this, while also providing a way to control it.

“Okay.” The actor’s loving gaze turned mischievous as he locked his arm around Kuai Liang’s legs and began tickling his feet.

He was confused by the feeling of his feet being scratched and began to ask why—

And then he felt it.

A strange numbness, then a nervous stimulation all through his body. It felt good, it felt painful, and when Kuai Liang opened his mouth to protest it, he laughed.

Oh, gods. It had to stop. But he couldn’t form a word through his bellowing laughter. He tried to kick away to escape, but Johnny held firm, saying, “Oh no, you don’t!”

This was torture. Kuai Liang could feel every nerve in his feet, and it felt like fire. He was laughing so hard that his face hurt, and his thrashing was useless. His heart was pounding so hard that it, along with his spine, felt like it was going to eject from his body.

A flushed warmth spread over him. He could feel his body trying to lock up, desperately trying to create a protective layer of ice. It was concerning. He had worked so hard to keep his ice from threatening innocent people since the misfortune of the kamidogu incident. He wouldn’t let it harm Johnny.

Kuai Liang lurched forward and grabbed Johnny’s face. The actor turned and immediately abandoned his assault when their lips came together in a kiss. Kuai Liang was still smiling, but he smiled harder when he felt Johnny’s lips turn up.

Johnny pulled him into his lap again and deepened the kiss, holding on to his neck and back to keep him in place.

He never thought he could feel this kind of stability with anyone but Hanzo. And this… there was a growing idea in his head from which he allowed Johnny’s kiss to distract him.

Until Johnny’s fingers brushed against his scent gland.

He broke the kiss, but Johnny didn’t stop smiling. “How’s my favorite tasty frosty frozen treat feeling?”

The truth was… he felt amazing. Like he had already climaxed and needed to sleep. His body felt absolutely relaxed, but the shame was starting to kick in. He was brought down by the touching of his feet by Johnny Cage of all people.

“Hey, I recognize that face. No need to be embarrassed. You tightly wound people can never resist a good tickling. And look—” He slid his nails along Kuai Liang’s spine, causing the man to groan and arch against him. “You’re not so tense anymore. Your pheromones aren’t bitter. And your body, ah, let’s just say, you’re ready.”

He pulled Kuai Liang closer to him. “Your body is ready, are you?”

It was an ache in the bottom of his stomach sinking lower and lower, scraping at him as it did so. The pain was starting to come back. This weakness that he always tried to keep from Hanzo… the weakness that he cursed and that caused him to hide himself away…

Johnny didn’t care. He felt the scars; he knew the history. Johnny didn’t look at him like he was some damaged pet that needed to be shielded from the world.

Johnny looked at him like… as if…

Kuai Liang kissed him again and rested their foreheads together. “I want you to bite me.”

Johnny looked up immediately, as though he was snapped out of a lustful fog. Kuai Liang seized the moment and touched the wrinkles on his forehand. He looked more dignified, more mature. Seeing a past incarnation next to the wizened man here, he realized how much people underestimated Johnny and brushed him off. He was a mortal human, descended from an ancient elite warrior class, blessed with powers he didn’t ask for to protect the people he’d die for.

Why did Kuai Liang think he would ever be one of those people?

Fever rushed through him and caught his tongue. It was an error. He didn’t know what came over him. He didn’t want—

Johnny’s whole body was on him, and he was being covered in strong kisses and teasing nips. His face, down to his neck and back up. While he drowned Kuai Liang in this passionate embrace, his hands worked to position him. He rolled Kuai Liang over and was on top of him, his face in the cryomancer’s hair, inhaling deeply.

“God, you feel like silk. You smell…” The words came in a husky whisper, punctuated with a strangled groan as Johnny rubbed the entire length of his cock against the cooling body below him.

“I wanna say it, but I don’t wanna ruin the mood,” Johnny muttered, taking Kuai Liang’s earlobe between his teeth.

The teeth dragging along his skin startled Kuai Liang. He quickly closed his eyes and concentrated on containing his ice. This was not his Alpha, but there was no need to threaten him with his ice.

The melody of Johnny panting in his ear. The pressure of his cock rubbed against the sheets as Johnny ground into him. He didn’t feel threatened.

But instead of exploding from him, Kuai Liang’s ice calmed and began cooling him, relieving him of the discomfort that heat had thrown him into. He was in control.

For the first time, he was in control of his ice during heat.

“What’s going on, baby?” Johnny asked. Never slowing down the biting of his shoulder. Never moving his hips from Kuai Liang’s.

“Say it,” Kuai Liang said. “What do I smell like?”

A low chuckle. Johnny pressed the Omega’s face into the bed and for some reason, this did not feel like a threat either. Johnny’s grasp was firm, but as soon as Kuai Liang’s face was down, the force turned into loving strokes of his hair.

“Chocolate. You smell like chocolate.”

People… Hanzo… had only told him that he smelled “sweet.” No one had ever described the smell to him, and he never considered asking. He always took the observation as a warning to get his pheromones under control.

“Ohhh… now it’s like chocolate and strawberries. How did you know?”

The pressure was off of Kuai Liang’s back, and he tensed at the relief. His stomach seized, rooting pain along every nerve he had.

Immediately, the comforting heaviness was back, and Johnny was stroking his throat. “Shh, shh, shh, I’m still here. I’m still here. I’m not gonna leave.”

Kuai Liang hadn’t realized he was purring. He was amazed that his disjointed purr quickly died at Johnny’s touch.

“See? You’re fine. You’re okay. The best Omega. I have a treat for you. Open your mouth.”

Another way to please this Alpha. Kuai Liang opened his mouth and was overcome by Johnny’s tongue on his, their lips matching, and the hand that was on his throat now holding his head still. The strain of leaning his head back was painful, but the sensation of being covered and claimed by this Alpha was worth it, and the ice running through his body didn’t feel strange. It was keeping him present.

Johnny’s mouth parted from his, but before Kuai Liang could close it, something was shoved inside. Instinct brought his teeth down to crush whatever it was. Biting the item caused an explosion of sweet, juicy, and chocolate.

He continued to chew and swallowed once so that he could savor the taste and speak. But as soon as he opened his mouth, the taste of Johnny Cage mingled with the flavors as Johnny’s tongue sought his.

Kuai Liang could feel his body start to warm up. The ice inside him quelled the heat threatening him and gave him the strength to kiss Johnny back.

When they finally parted, Johnny gently pushed Kuai Liang’s head down on the bed, resting on his cheek. The actor was red and an artificial scent was rising from him. It was disappointing. Kuai Liang wanted to smell him. Wanted his scent so deep in his skin that it could follow him for weeks.

“That was… fruit?”

Johnny tilted his head, then laughed. “Chocolate-covered strawberries. Chocolate’s Callebut and the strawberries are from Poteet, Texas, the tastiest in North America. I made them before you got here.” He smiled and caressed Kuai Liang’s cheek. “I’ve never seen you eat, but I noticed that when Sonya used strawberry-scented conditioner, you stayed near her. It was unreal. You, big badass Sub-Zero with the rugged face scar, wandering after her like you were following her scent. Only Omegas are that sensitive to sweet smells. I knew you weren’t the type to creep on people, so one day, I used Sonya’s conditioner, and the way you looked at me…” Johnny coughed and looked away. “Your eyes were gold. You stared at me, way longer than you’d sneak glances at Sonya. I didn’t… I guess I didn’t want to think about what that meant. Sonya already thought your Beta cover was bullshit. But I didn’t tell anybody.”

The ice was keeping Kuai Liang’s chest from seizing. How could he have been so careless? Before tonight, he had never even considered Johnny Cage as an option for anything. He didn’t even remember this incident.

Who else…?

“You’re worrying about nothing.” Kuai Liang’s headband was untied and slipped from his head. “I worried about you a lot back then. Noticed stuff. How alone you were. I heard things about… you know. You got snatched from the tournament, turned into a machine, died. Most people who survived the Netherrealm aren’t exactly forthcoming about the experience, and I don’t blame ’em. When I heard what Kano did to you…”

Johnny looked at the cloth in his hand and clenched his fist. “I thought that it was like a brotherly instinct I was feeling. But I don’t know Blueberry Ice. You inspire a lot of weird feelings.”

From the moment Johnny touched him, a coil had spun in Kuai Liang’s stomach, and now it was too tight, and he was too hard—

A great wave covered him. A body over his, warm but nowhere near as suffocating as the hellfire he was used to. And then.

Then.

Teeth. On his neck. Arms pinning him down. He could escape them. He could escape this.

But he asked for this, and he was going to stand firm in his decision.

The teeth sinking into his scent gland broke through the remnants of Hanzo’s bite, broke through the layers of scarring that abandonment had made.

Kuai Liang had been bit by many Alphas. They were all forceful, and this one was no different. Most went too deep or bit multiple times. Johnny’s teeth felt… perfect.

A chill struck through his spine like ice crackling. He groaned and tried to get up, but Johnny pushed him back down and licked his neck, over the bite, where the scars had ruptured from the force of his bite.

Kuai Liang’s hands relaxed as his eyes closed. He didn’t even flinch as Johnny’s hands covered his own, his fingers slipping between and curling the sheets.

“God, you’re driving me crazy.” It was rough, harsh, but kind. So kind. Kind in the way only an Alpha can be.

“I… I should have…” Johnny Cage choking on his own words. A rare pleasure.

Kuai Liang turned his head, but Johnny was on his neck again, kissing it, nose deep in his hair.

“I can’t wait anymore.” It was almost a plea. Not a demand. “Hey, are you- baby, look at me, what’s wrong?”

It wasn’t until he was on his back that he realized his face was hot and wet. Johnny’s face hovered over him, though his eyes were down, looking at his stomach tensing and releasing. When Johnny touched him, Kuai Liang shoved him back, sending the Alpha off the bed.

He sat up, his entire body trembling now. His chest was tightening, forcing him to exhale and cough. Blood dribbled from his neck to his back.

His body was on fire.

He concentrated on cooling down, but it just made him hotter. He couldn’t see. When he touched himself to make sure he was really there, it was pain.

How could he have forgotten?

He was already someone’s Omega, and here he was, giving his body away. A fierce cramp ran from his stomach to his pelvis, forcing him to lurch. But he stayed quiet.

His hands searched for his mouth, and when they finally found it, he sank his teeth into his palm and gods, it hurt, but he almost came right then and there. The relief was so much. He dug his teeth in further.

He only heard white noise rising, and then his hand was snatched out of his mouth, and his face was against something. Kuai Liang struggled to catch his breath, and then he smelled it.

A rich warmth. Like… coffee. Dark and heavy, but it drew Kuai Liang’s nose to what could only be a chest.

“—okay, you’re—”

He concentrated on the voice until it became more clear. And then he could see.

This delicious scent belonged to Johnny Cage.

“Take all the time you need,” Johnny said as he stroked Kuai Liang’s hair and rubbed his back. “Sorry, man. I didn’t know. I should have realized… I mean, you smell too sweet…”

“Too sweet?” His voice, as thin as it sounded, stirred Johnny from his thoughts. The Alpha laid him down and held his hand as he reached under the bed. He let go, only to drape a heavy blanket across them. Then he pulled Kuai Liang close and continued filling the air with his pheromones.

This was the heaviest blanket Kuai Liang had ever felt. He felt uneasy at first but it settled around him evenly, making him feel less restrained and more secure. The blanket, along with the fragrance and sensation of Johnny Cage almost pulled him to sleep.

“What… what is…”

“It’s called a weighted blanket,” Johnny answered immediately. “I remember, when we were on Kharon’s ship, you were restless. Couldn’t sleep. When Cass was little… hell, even now, Cass can’t sleep without someone there or a weighted blanket.” He pulled Kuai Liang closer. The Omega’s hair was damp and he was still trembling. “Probably should have known then. Omegas have trouble sleeping alone.”

Kuai Liang remained silent, considering the information. He was always behind when it came to common knowledge. Hanzo carried a lot of latent knowledge but Johnny seemed to know everything.

The Alpha groaned and tightened his embrace. He slowly reached down and gently pushed Kuai Liang’s hand off of his erect cock.

Kuai Liang looked at his hand in amazement. He wasn’t even aware that he had been stroking him.

“You must be a Companion Omega,” Johnny muttered absentmindedly.

“Companion…?”

Johnny sighed and took another strawberry off the nightstand. He rubbed it against Kuai Liang’s lips until the Omega obediently opened his mouth, kissing Johnny’s fingers once he received his gift.

The actor shuddered. “Definitely a companion Omega.” He pushed Kuai Liang’s bangs out of his face and settled into his gaze. “There are different kinds of Alphas and Omegas. I mean… most people outgrow their urges but… like… okay, I’m an Omni Alpha, right? I’m compatible with pretty much every combination of sexes. Jax is a Protector Alpha. He ONLY digs the opposite sexes. Omega chicks. Maybe Beta girls too.”

He exhaled sharply and pulled his fingers from Kuai Liang’s mouth. “Jesus. Companion Omegas have to be medicated constantly, or… an Alpha keeps them balanced. You… fuck, Kuai. You didn’t know? How the hell did you survive?”

“What are you saying?”

Johnny turned him over and held him close, so close that Kuai Liang could feel his cock slide between his ass cheeks easily. “You’re so fucking wet. I am marinating in your slick. Companion Omegas were made to be fucked, but something happened to you, didn’t it? Your body still wants to be fucked, but you can’t handle it.”

He wrapped his arm around Kuai Liang’s waist and anchored the other around his neck, up into his hair. He groaned into Kuai Liang’s ear as he rocked them, sliding his cock down the crease, his breath hitching every time it passed the hole.

Kuai Liang couldn’t think. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of this Alpha enjoying him.

He thought back to when he went through his first heat in twenty years. He never told Hanzo but the worst pain of that night was his craving for Hanzo. Wanting him so badly that, as terrified as he was, he would have done anything, absolutely anything, for just a taste of him.

Fighting the most disgusting part of himself was a constant burden that lowered his worth. He had fallen for Hanzo the moment he smelled him, but even before Hanzo, his infatuations destroyed the few relationships he had.

He couldn’t resist any Alpha who approached him. Not because he was a whore. Or maybe because he was.

“Stay with me, Kuai,” Johnny ordered, kissing his neck.

“Yes, Alpha.”

Johnny groaned and pushed him back on his stomach. The weighted blanket was replaced by Johnny’s body.

Kuai Liang closed his eyes as Johnny entered him. He never compared Alphas. He usually only remembered snatches of his encounters. But Hanzo, he remembered lovingly. Even Smoke, he could remember feeling his cock against his own—

“Ohhh fuck me. How do you feel so good?” Johnny pressed his forehead against Kuai Liang’s bare back, avoiding the trails of blood. “You’re perfect, babe.”

Johnny was filling him, and it felt… safe. Good. He pushed back against Johnny’s pelvis, causing the actor to groan.

He pressed in slowly, then withdrew, dragging the head of his dick through Kuai Liang, who gripped the sheets.

“I don’t even have to tell you how to do this,” Johnny muttered. “It’s like you were trained.”

Kuai Liang clenched his teeth but remained quiet. These weren’t the shallow thoughts of the Johnny Cage he thought he knew. The actor was trying to figure him out, piecing together the information he was receiving. He didn’t know anything about Kuai Liang before Mortal Kombat, the cryomancer realized.

Kuai Liang pushed back against him. Hanzo loved that, but it was nothing compared to Johnny’s reaction. He shuddered and withdrew, turning Kuai Liang over and kissing him. His tongue parted their lips and claimed Kuai Liang’s mouth as his hands claimed his body. Johnny roamed all over, holding his Omega’s face, caressing his neck, sliding down, and squeezing one of his incredible tits, Jesus.

Johnny could already feel the pressure building in his dick. A friend in need, a submissive companion omega, his first omega in God knows how long. He needed to knot him. Finish claiming him. Fuck him all night. Fuck anything Johnny had planned for tomorrow; he was going to spend all day worshipping this Omega and feeding and fucking him.

Kuai Liang was making sounds, and Johnny wanted to hear them. He didn’t want to miss any of them. But he didn’t want them in the air. He didn’t even want a fly to have the privilege of hearing his Omega’s most intimate sounds. So he tilted his head to better seal their mouths. Johnny sank his lower body between Kuai Liang’s legs and finally came up for air.

Gold eyes were staring up at him, waiting. He wasn’t the begging type. A rash was forming on his chest, where Johnny’s hands had been - and still were - groping. It was still so surreal.

Johnny had never really seen Sub-Zero as anything more than yet another serious dude. Scary strong, serious dude. Convincing the Special Forces that the Lin Kuei was an ally worth pursuing was a hard sell. Thank the gods that a lieutenant was carrying his child at the time.

Johnny Cage always prided himself in his ability to charm anyone, and winning Sub-Zero’s friendship left no doubt about his abilities. He just didn’t realize how deep their friendship was going to get.

He was so fucking gorgeous. He was always, objectively speaking, attractive, but seeing the fine details of his face like this allowed Johnny a moment to appreciate.

His face was soft. Johnny wasn’t expecting that. Kuai Liang’s nose wrinkled as Johnny’s finger traced the scar across his nose, but before he could object, Johnny met his lips again in an apologetic kiss.

“I want to watch you,” he admitted, pulling away. “I want to watch you moan on my dick, and I want to see your O face.”

Kuai Liang looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. He was panting now, and his entire body was turning red. He was overheating. He was somehow still lucid, but it wouldn’t be long until he became dangerously feverish or turned feral.

“Alpha… please…” His dick was like a steel rod, dribbling precum on his belly. Johnny wondered how much he could cum.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, grabbing his own cock and teasing the head against the wonderfully warm, inviting entrance before him.

“Ah… I…”

“Can you handle my cock inside you? I don’t think you can.”

Kuai Liang groaned and tried to slide down, but Johnny wasn’t having it. He leaned into the cryomancer’s neck and sucked hard enough to leave a mark. “Know what else I think? I think you want me to keep you in this room and fuck you until you can’t walk. You’re not gonna say it, but I know you want me to rip off your clothes and send you out covered in my teeth marks. And you know what else?”

He licked Kuai Liang’s earlobe and whispered, “I want everybody to know that this Omega belongs to Johnny Cage now. You gotta bite me back, Ice Man.”

The words just flowed out of him because his mind was going too fast to stop himself. Taking another Alpha’s Omega, what was he, a teenager again? Taking the troubled Omega of quite possibly the angriest and most vengeful Alpha he knew was chaotically stupid, even for him. But goddammit, what was his Alpha doing to leave him without stabilizing his heat cycle first and asking another Alpha to care for a companion Omega?

This could ruin his friendship with both of them. This could wreck their relationship, and then Kuai Liang would be in an even worse place than before.

The deep purr that filled the air broke him out of those thoughts and forced him to lift his head.

God, when did he get so fucking gorgeous? His smile. He had a small smile that didn’t quite match the lust in his eyes. Lust and something else.

“Yes, Alpha.” He was purring so loud that Johnny almost missed it.

“Say it again.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“One more time.” His lips were right over Kuai Liang’s now, and they were eye to eye.

“Yes, Alph—”

Another heavy kiss cut him off as Johnny used his pelvis to hike up Kuai Liang’s ass against him. So close. They were so close. The cryomancer’s hard-on was rubbed between them, precum lubricating their stomachs and sending a rolling wave of pleasure through Johnny with every stroke.

Kuai Liang’s fingers reached up and touched Johnny’s neck. The actor grabbed his wrist and shoved it against the headboard. No. Not there. That gland was still basically a scab. He wanted to feel this. If Johnny was leading them to the danger zone, he at least wanted to enjoy the journey.

“Bite my chest.”

“Chest,” was the uncertain reply.

Jesus Christ, Johnny could forgive this ignorance if it was just the Lin Kuei’s fault, but why the fuck didn’t Hanzo tell him about his other scent glands?

The muscles in Kuai Liang’s captured arm tensed as his eyes, now changing from bright gold to dark green, looked away. The rich scent of his pheromones was tainted by shame, but he didn’t say anything.

Why is he ashamed? Johnny kissed him, but he remained in place, his heart beating so rapidly against Johnny’s chest that the Alpha was afraid he was about to have a heart attack. He could feel Kuai Liang’s chest seize and remain still.

“Babe, what’s going on?” Johnny asked, alarm forcing him to part.

Kuai Liang shut his eyes, and his purr became rougher. “St-stupid.”

Oh no. Not a stutter. Johnny ran his hands through Kuai Liang’s hair, smoothing it down. It was only when he tried to actively shift his pheromones to soothe that he realized the dark, angry remnants of his own scent. No wonder he freaked out.

“Ninja,” Johnny whispered as he continued to smooth Kuai Liang’s hair back. His cowlick was stubborn as hell.

The safe word worked as intended. Kuai Liang gasped as his body eased from the self-imposed rigidity. His eyes settled back into a dark brown as they looked around the room. When they settled on Johnny, he finally relaxed.

“I am not a ninja,” he murmured. He felt so tired all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I know,” Johnny said with a laugh. Then he got serious. “Hey, quick anatomy lesson, okay?”

He pulled Kuai Liang’s inner wrist to his lips and kissed it. “You have more than one scent gland, Big Blue. Like here.” He kissed the other wrist. “And here.” He lowered his face and kissed Kuai Liang’s chest, nibbling at the sensitive skin of his lower pecs. “And here.” He dove down and kissed the inside of the Omega’s thigh, making him warm up and grab the sheets.

Johnny resisted the urge to resume the earlier blowjob and returned to his face. “They’re basically invisible, but the only ones we don’t use to bond are the ones on your wrists. Those are for…” he paused, then smiled. “…kids. Family. You give ‘em a little bite and make a scent for your pack, so they know where home is. See look—” He raised Kuai Liang’s arm and showed him two small scars that, now that he was looking more closely, were unmistakably dry marks. “So this one, probably an Omega. Your mom? It’s small, but it’s there, and it’s healed nice. This one, it’s a little deeper and looks more like an Alpha. You must have been a small kid; I’ve never seen an Alpha bite so gently. Your dad? Wait, no, it was just you and… oh. Oh shit.”

Johnny had been lost in his deductions. He hadn’t even noticed that Kuai Liang was completely silent, once again rigid. His eyes were fixed on his wrist, searching. He must have gotten bitten young. Johnny’s mother was a Beta, and his asshole father was an asshole Alpha that didn’t think of him as anything more than a puppet through which he could vicariously live out his own failed dreams. There was no pack. He didn’t belong anywhere.

But even before Sonya brought Cassie home from the hospital, Johnny insisted they mark her. Alpha, Beta, or Omega, Cassie, and Sonya were his entire world, and he needed everyone to know it. He needed his girls to feel safe.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me. Look at me,” Johnny said softly. When his hands settled on Kuai Liang’s face, he snapped his attention to Johnny. “Look, no matter what, you were loved. If your mom went through the trouble of marking you before you presented, she loved you with a passion, man. She would have told you all of this.”

Kuai Liang closed his eyes and grimaced. It was even more heartbreaking than if he had cried.

He swallowed hard, then kissed Johnny, pulling him as close as possible and roughly jamming his fingers through his hair.

Johnny took control and grabbed his neck. He stroked the prominent Adam’s apple, and when Kuai Liang jerked away in surprise, he whispered, “You’re okay. You know what to do. You know where to go.”

He rolled over on his back, and immediately, Kuai Liang took his place on top of him, sniffing around his chest for the exact spot. He didn’t even notice Johnny’s hand back on his neck, guiding him down.

“That’s it. You’re such a good Omega.”

Kuai Liang ran his tongue under Johnny’s left pec and felt it. The smallest shift, a shift he couldn’t describe but one that felt exactly right, exactly perfect. An overwhelming desire to smell, taste, and be engulfed. Johnny. Johnny Cage. He was going to consume him.

And that was just fine.

As soon as Kuai Liang bit Johnny’s chest, he heard Johnny moan and felt pressure on his neck. The feeling quickly dulled as he was baptized by Johnny’s scent, straight from the source. He sighed and inhaled deeply.

Now his scent, still strong, still rich, so delicious, was being combined with a new smell. His. The greatest treat he’d ever smelled.

Kuai Liang closed his eyes and laid his head on Johnny’s chest. His mind was drifting a million miles away. He just wanted to sleep.

Stay with me.

Johnny’s voice, not out loud but in Kuai Liang’s head.

I promise that it’s so much better when you’re awake.

With Hanzo, it always felt so good when Kuai Liang could just release control and go feral. Johnny’s proposition intrigued him.

If you can’t, that’s okay too. You’re safe. You’re good. I’m not going anywhere. We’re not doing anything until you can enjoy it too.

Hands were in his hair, and his body was on autopilot. It was too much. The pleasure convulsed throughout his body, causing random muscles to twitch and slick to leak out of him. A bitch in heat. That’s all he was. Hanzo knew it. Johnny must have known it from the day they met. Hanzo and Johnny planned this. They must have. Hanzo must have deceived him - the suppressants he was on were only supposed to regulate him, but they made him sensitive all over.

He tried to focus on the colliding trains of thought, but his groin ached, and the coil in his stomach was wound so tight that he felt his foot in the door of the next life. His racing heart would explode if he didn’t satisfy this Alpha.

That was it; that was all he needed to do. He always fought being an Omega when life could have been so much easier if he had just pleased Alphas like he was supposed to. He should have been flattered by their interest. His body reacted whenever he was near one, even his own brother, if his scent was muddled enough by other Alphas. But he stayed to himself, he fought back every time someone got too close, and for what?

A broken, scarred soul in a broken, scarred body. Quan Chi had given him a body. Taken away all of his earthly needs and gave him strength. He was the only Alpha who gave without demanding Kuai Liang’s body in return. No one else.

He gave that up. Now he was serving two Alphas, and one didn’t even know it. He had put Johnny’s life in danger. So he couldn’t cheat this amazing Alpha out of what was now his.

Kuai Liang pressed closer to Johnny, grinding against him. A certain satisfaction took hold when he faintly heard Johnny groan.

After everything Kuai Liang had accomplished, the odds he had overcome, he still felt an immense amount of pleasure, far greater than his greatest orgasms, when he pleased an Alpha. Any Alpha.

Still so pathetic.

“You have me,” he muttered.

Johnny’s hand slid up his back, then cupped his head as he gently pulled him forward for another kiss. God, these kisses were going to be the death of him.

“Gotta be honest with you, K-man.” He was pushed on his back again. “I’m gonna go into a fucking rut if I can’t have you right fucking now.”

Johnny’s voice was husky and low, with a look that reminded Kuai Liang that he was prey.

Was this a threat? A warning?

Johnny leaned down and smirked. “Remember, lover. You don’t get to cum until I do.”

He rubbed his face between his pecs while grasping Kuai Liang’s hip and spanking the waiting entrance. God. They hadn’t even done anything yet, but the air smelled like sex and them, and it was just them in the world and sweet thunder god in Olympus, he had an Omega, and he was about to fuck him.

He caressed Kuai Liang’s face, then slid his thumb into his mouth. He had a whole speech prepared about the necessity of this, but Kuai Liang accepted it, wrapping his tongue around it and sucking gently.

Johnny shivered, but he looked deep into those bright gold eyes as he guided himself inside to the warm waiting place his dick now knew as home.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, if Kuai Liang would just take it without flinching or if his heat would turn him into a typical blushy-blushy Omega.

When Johnny bottomed out, Kuai Liang’s eyelids sagged, and his chest rose as he sighed. “Ahhh…”

God, this man was beautiful. Did he ever make these sounds for that giant firefly? His Alpha… rage rose in Johnny’s throat like bile, pushing his thumb deeper.

He regretted it immediately, but when he tried to pull his finger out, Kuai Liang closed his eyes and kept sucking on his thumb.

The regret swelled into sorrow. It was a stupid thing Alphas did - used to do - to establish dominance. That would choke their partners and get them in line. A quick, cruel way to train them, like dogs. But Kuai Liang didn’t even wince. How many Alphas have choked this man?

Johnny growled, forcing Kuai Liang’s eyes back on him. He purred, soft and melodic.

Johnny cooled immediately. Immediately. And so smoothly that he could barely remember what he had been so angry about.

Yeah, this ice man was going to lead him straight into hell… the Netherrealm… to his death. The man who was literally death walking.

Ah well. It was a good life.

Johnny started moving, undulating his body and groaning. They hadn’t even started, but it was way too much. He didn’t even really care about the sex anymore. He just wanted to keep his Omega happy.

He had tried to keep Sonya happy. Safe. Shielded from the bad things that had forced her to be so cold. But she was an Alpha. It was never going to happen. He knew better than to try to force it. But… still, he tried.

Kuai Liang suddenly released Johnny’s thumb and yanked him down. When the actor’s face collided with his, he wrapped his arms around him and kissed him hard. Johnny had no issue letting him lead on this. He loved when Omegas took over.

As soon as Johnny’s tongue was back in Kuai Liang’s mouth, he exhaled a gasping breath, and Johnny felt his abs being flooded.

It wasn’t until he felt Kuai Liang’s body squeezing around him that Johnny realized that he was cumming.

He couldn’t help but feel pride. How many people in this realm could say that they made a male Omega cum, solely on the strength of their dick game?

Johnny looked down and watched him, mesmerized by the way his entire body seized with each release.

A strangled whine interrupted his quieting purr. Johnny propped himself up and stroked his throat again. “Hey, you’re alright. Stop fighting it. Let yourself feel good.”

He was finished, but his body remained rigid, clenching the sheets.

“I don’t know why you’re punishing yourself, babe,” Johnny sighed. He leaned down and kissed him. His hand was back on Kuai Liang’s chest, waiting for him to start breathing normally, but also to shamelessly grope him again.

Kuai Liang’s face was still red and pinched as he pushed out another short breath. Jeez, if this is how his orgasms were, Johnny understood why he didn’t want it.

He scratched behind the cryomancer’s ear and was treated to such a deep moan that he almost stopped. Kuai Liang still wouldn’t open his eyes, but his body was practically melting between Johnny and the bed.

He was still too hot, but his body looked… man, it looked…

Johnny was at a loss until Kuai Liang laughed.

It was a breezy, hoarse laugh as he settled limply where he was and ran a hand through his hair. When he finally opened his eyes, Johnny almost threw away the whole night.

Gold. Still so gold but so clear. He might have been in heat, but he was still here.

“You stopped,” he observed.

“Yeah, uh… I…” If Johnny moved, he was going to blow his load without knotting. He was too close to the peak. Needed to pull himself back down. “You laugh after you cum.”

Kuai Liang closed his eyes and rested his head back on the pillow. “Did Hanzo discuss my intimate proclivities with you?”

His voice was resigned but there was an undercurrent of resentment. Johnny struggled to control the heat that spread through his body when his omega said the name of another Alpha.

Shit.

“You just came, beautiful,” Johnny replied, offering a smile. Before me.

Jesus, this omega was making him think dangerous thoughts.

“You use words of flattery so easily,” Kuai Liang murmured.

“It’s not hard when— whoa, baby, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” Johnny moved Kuai Liang’s hands from his tear-stained face. Crying? He just came so hard that Johnny felt like smoking a cigarette; why had his mood dropped so suddenly? Someone really did a number on him to be so… explosive.

It was hard to keep up with easygoing Alpha Johnny when fucking Rabid Wolverine Alpha Johnny was awakening.

“How many years have we been friends?” Johnny asked as he rolled off of Kuai Liang. He lifted his head, and oh shit, blood. A lot of it. Coming from his mating gland. Why didn’t he say anything?

And Jesus, what kind of pain was this to make fucking Sub-Zero cry?

“I cannot… I don’t know why this happens,” he choked out between gasping breaths.

His body was rigid again, heating back up. Hasashi wasn’t kidding when he said Kuai Liang’s heat cycle was a mess. Sure, having sex was the only way to soothe an Omega in heat, but how was Johnny even supposed to stay hard when his baby was crying, and his mating gland was ripped up?

And then it hit him like a pile of bricks. “Oh shit, you need a nest.”

Fuck fuck fuck. He should have pushed him to nest as soon as he arrived.

“N-no, no, I have-” He cut himself short with a sudden sob, and it made Johnny feel like he was choking. He could feel a sting in his chest rippling into burns as his Omega cried.

“It’s not you, babe, uh… I’ll order some nesting kits, and we can pick them up first thing tomorrow, but right now—” He was trying to keep his head clear and think before the distress pheromones overwhelmed him. He used to have tons of nesting kits, but they were all feminine, and most likely, Cassie took them all during her monthly raids.

He knew that Omegas didn’t need kits and that this bed would probably be fine, but for his Omega, he needed something special.

Oh, duh! Johnny jumped up, and God, was that a mistake. The abandonment increased, and it almost got Johnny back in the bed. Focus. Focus! This was worse than the struggles he went through with Cassie when she presented.

She had presented a little early because of a dysfunctional home life, her pediatrician always reminded him and Sonya. It made her a little more vulnerable and unstable those first few years, but they got her through the meltdowns, the potent pheromone spikes, and the irregular heats. After dealing with that, Johnny was confident he could deal with any Omega.

But when he saw the ice hardening around his Omega’s hands, he knew that he had gambled and lost.

He had to fix this.

He returned to the room he had fixed up for Kuai Liang and spotted it immediately.

He was back in his room - sped up by his green aura moving him forward - and knelt in front of Kuai Liang.

“Babe, look. Look,” he said softly. “Open your eyes for me, Kuai.”

The cryomancer let his hands fall and saw—

“Baobei,” he said softly.

He took the bear, and suddenly, Johnny’s heartbeat wasn’t slamming in his ears. A purr timidly replaced it, and he sighed.

“Bow- bay? That’s like…” Johnny snapped his fingers a couple of times. “Yeah! It means ‘treasure,’ right? Like Hanzo’s always calling you…” He couldn’t stop the snarl that escaped him, but fortunately, Kuai Liang was focused on the bear.

When he finally looked at Johnny, he grabbed his head and pulled him into a kiss. The Alpha felt absolutely delirious. His Omega’s pheromones were so strong but so pure. The happiness he was getting just from making out was intoxicating.

“Mmmm, somebody’s ready to come out and play,” Johnny observed, rubbing his Omega’s growing erection.

Kuai Liang tried to capture his mouth again but quickly gave up in favor of pulling him back down on the bed.

“I’m glad- you’re- okay,” Johnny said between kisses.

“Fuck me, Alpha,” Kuai Liang growled.

“I’ll fuck you so hard that your ice will turn to fog, baby,” Johnny muttered, going down to get one of those glorious tits in his mouth.

It was… strange. If he was with a Beta that suddenly cried during sex, there was no way Johnny would continue. If he had to give an Alpha a teddy bear to calm them down, his dick would resemble a wet noodle for the rest of the night.

But for some reason… this Omega, strongest dude he knew… seeing him cry, and being so emotionally exhausted with him just made Johnny more determined to fuck him.

#mortal kombat #MK omegaverse #subcage #kuai liang #johnny cage #it’s Johnny Cage x Kuai #smut #pwp #loooooooong

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Butterflies and Brushes (YuTae)

a/n : this is a promise I made for the wonderful IG account yutae.0126

warning : Slight suggestive content, but nothing explicit (or yeah?) Romance, bxb proceeed to masterlist if you’re not comfortable and pic something else. Romance, fluff, flirty!yuta and cold prince! Taeyong

ARTSCHOOL AU! nude panting (nothing explicit though, safe to read for anyone mature enough)

My first Yuta x Taeyong or Taeyong x Yuta fic and I am excited to see how this goes!!

Here we goo!!!

Oh yeah I attach a picture for the poses below because I am afraid the explanation is not enough and sorry for my failed attempt to draw. (I blotted it okay and failed still )

Every campus has that one hot guy everyone is afraid to approach and another guy with the total opposite appeal.

Well the same thing happens in this top college of visual arts, not only do they have talented artist in process of making visual arts, the students themselves have top visual points.

Meet Lee Taeyong, the campus' Aphrodite with a stoic face and a piercing gaze. Rumor has it, his beauty comes from the way he keeps his face poker whenever he walks around the campus. Though he rarely smiles, everyone believes he has his own reasons for being that. Afterall, no one dares messes up with Taeyong, not after the famous incident where he punched a bully so hard in the face after dissing a freshman's work of art. That freshman is famous here, he's called Ten. A sweet guy from Thai who draws amazing realistic drawings.

Moving on from the coldest guy, we have the warmest guy who always smiles. He wins the “healing smile fairy" nickname thanks to his gummy smile.

If Taeyong is the Aphrodite here, Yuta is Apollo. His smile is enough to defrost a thousand years of snow and with one wink, you're 90% guaranteed to have a good day.

The Japanese guy with long blonde hair -sharing similar traits as to that famous Howl character- is the one who always smiles no matter what!

Every girl has fallen for his smile, every guy envies his attractiveness. He is playful, cheerful, and flirty! No one walks away from Yuta without a smile or a blush, no one but Lee Taeyong.

Yuta has never personally encounter Lee Taeyong. He just knows the famous cold-hearted prince who shares the same painting class with him. Despite sharing the same class this term, Yuta has never seated next to him nor has he the chance to talk with him. Taeyong always comes into the class near the starting time and leaves first.

T'was until one eventful moment that the two opposite individuals are put together for their final Junior year project. The teacher insists for their final project to draw a realistic nude painting of their assigned partner. Nude painting is not something new to the students here, besides the teacher paired the students and asked their conscience about it. Yuta won’t turn the chance down, but when the teacher asked Taeyong if he is okay with his partner, Yuta can’t look into his direction. All the Japanese guy can do is fiddle with his hands while waiting for the teacher to call out his name and pair him with another student.

“Sure, I mean I don’t have any reasons to object.” Taeyong's deep voice resonates through the studio and believe it or not the whole class was holding their breaths. Yuta almost squeals when Taeyong accepts the partnering scheme. When the teacher asks him, Yuta immediately nods and gosh his silly smile over there was caught in Taeyong's peripheral view. Believe it or not, for the first time in forever, Lee Taeyong smirked in public.

Ten who sits close to Yuta secretly gives a sly smile to the Japanese man. Yuta tosses a questioning look and Ten mouths “Everyone is confused if they want to be in your shoes or Taeyong's"

Yuta blushes at his words, Ten sure knows how to tease him. Well, Ten is one of Yuta's best friends and he is the only one who knows about the secret mission Yuta has in his heart. Yes, Yuta aims to be able to make Taeyong falls for him like any other people. It is not an easy task, Yuta is aware of that, but because of that he is more than challenged to succeed.

“So, I guess I'll miss you,” Ten suddenly says this when they're packing up their books.

Yuta glances to the room and sees Taeyong is still there, unlike usual!

“What do you mean?” Yuta asks back

Ten winks, “He is coming here, maybe asking your number. I won’t bother, see you!” he taps Yuta's shoulder and flies all the way down the room leaving Yuta alone with Taeyong on his side.

“So… you are my partner for our final project, right?” Taeyong's secret voice greets Yuta's ear. He almost falls on the ground for realizing how good his voice sounds.

Yuta quickly nods his head and waits for the other to continue.

“I don’t want to flunk this class, so when should we start?” Taeyong goes straight into business.

Yuta feels a bit sad that the man in front of him is strictly stuck to business, but he is the best in masking emotions, Taeyong wouldn’t be able to guess.

“Yes sure, I also want to start early. Umm when do you have free time?”

Taeyong picks his phone out and goes to his planner, he scrolls and sees how busy he is. He sighs, not wanting to disturb the warm guy in front of him longer…

“Put in your number and I'll text you my free time. Also, sorry for bothering you.” He sheepishly gives a tiny smile! Microscopic but not to Yuta!

Yuta wants to jump right now, Taeyong is asking his number! How silly was he, thinking about so many ways to ask the latter's number without sounding too flirty or rude. He didn’t have to worry, Taeyong did it well.

Yuta quickly types in his number and saves the contact. He presses the call button and when his phone rings, he shuts it off.

“Cool. I got your number.” Yuta, who is usually verbose, only slips in efficient reply but his warm smile is always there.

Taeyong seems a bit taken aback by the smile; Yuta didn’t notice this. If he noticed, Yuta won’t let that go.

“Okay, see you then.” Taeyong shuffles in his place and finally leaves Yuta alone. The class is empty already and Yuta sits back on his chair.

He controls his heartbeat that is beating faster than a runner, and he hides his face in his hands as he feels his cheeks getting hotter.

“I MUST BE DRUNK HAPPY!” he muffles his scream to himself and Yuta elicits the brightest smile ever that day.

He walks through the corridors, tossing smiles and greetings to everyone he sees and that radiant look really energized everyone else.

“I wonder what's wrong with Yuta hyung, he looks really bright!” Renjun, a freshman from China, asks Ten.

Ten just smirks, “He won the lottery maybe. Come on! I want to learn how to do water color with you!” he pulls the younger away.

That afternoon, Yuta is seated on the edge of his bed with Ten sleeping on the soft mattress.

“Ten why isn’t he texting me? Should I send him my schedule first?” Yuta sounds like a nervous teenager who is confessing to their crus.

Ten laughs out loud at his worries, “Yow! Yuta! You're the flirtiest guy here and you're nervous and confused about talking to Taeyong?! You know your rules.. because this is Taeyong you wait! You don’t want to look easy on him right?”

Yuta frowns “Well yes, but Ten I am so excited! Like I am afraid I cannot draw him nicely and I’ll hurt his feelings! Gosh Why does it have to be nude realistic painting?! If it's comic I'm sure he will fall for my drawings!”

Ten scoffs, “Silly because the class we're taking is realistic painting??? Come on you're good with your hands. He will like it.”

Yuta feels nervous, he is not the best in realistic drawing but he is not that bad.

Yuta suddenly turns his head to face Ten, “Hey!” he grips Ten's wrist.

“TEACH ME HOW TO DO BETTER REALISTIC DRAWING!!” he sounds so excited and nervous at the same time.

Ten grins “What will I get in return?”

Yuta rolls his eyes, there is always a catch with Ten.

“I don’t know?? I'll treat you pizza?”

“Nah, not interested. What about that model friend of yours,’ number??”

Yuta frowns for a while, trying to remember who is Ten talking about

“Johnny?” Yuta raises his brow

Ten bites his lips and nods, Yuta reaches out his hand and the other one seals the deal.

“Okay, you follow me to the studio tomorrow after 2? Bring a sketch book I'll help with the sketching first and then we'll go to the painting part which I know you do okay.” Ten jumps in surprise when he catches the light of notification in Yuta's phone.

They both crowd the screen as Taeyong's name appear in Yuta's message box.

“Best day ever…” Yuta shyly opens the message and replies back with his own schedule.

They talk for awhile and come to an agreement that they'll start doing it next week.

“TEN! WE NEED TO DO THE CRASH COURSE ASAP. I am not going to disappoint him.” Yuta looks so ambitious and Ten is just happy he's getting Johnny's number.

Crash course was not that easy. Ten is a strict teacher and he keeps on nagging Yuta to fix his way of sketching. Well Yuta's inattentive to small details, but Ten insists it is the most important thing.

“You're doing nude painting, every stroke matters! What if he ends up not having edges? You'll hate yourself.” Ten reminds Yuta his goal.

“Don’t you want to impress him? Plus I’m sure you'll get good finals if you follow my tips.”

Yuta ends up doing three more drawings, all from seeing Ten posing in front of him.

“Ten, you're just playing around with me right? You just want me to draw you?” Yuta slams his pencil down after the third time of renewing Ten's picture

Ten throws an apple he found at the table to Yuta “You think I'd ask you to draw me?! I'd rather ask Taeyong!”

Yuta shoots his eyes while rubbing his head “Hey! We agreed he is mine. Don’t you dare!”

Ten analyzes the sketch Yuta did and smiles “Now this, will make Taeyong interested in you.” He examines his friend’s work and compares the first two.

He just stays quiet and tosses three of the papers side by side to Yuta “See that? If I'm not your friend… I'd charge you a thousand dollars already for this class.”

Ten is not lying when he said that, within three sketches (and two hours of painful comments) Yuta's drawing significantly improves. He barely knows he can draw like that third drawing he made.

“Yoksi… Ten you're so talented! My best friend!” he hugs Ten and Ten just slightly coughs “Don’t forget the deal.”

Yuta just smiles and fishes his phone, he quickly sends a contact name to Ten and when Ten receives the number, Yuta takes his chance to leave the room.

He's now more confident in seeing Taeyong. He didn’t know what will happen on the day they'll meet but he sure wants to make a good impression.

“Hey so, you'll directly follow me home? Or do you have to do something first?” Taeyong starts the conversation that afternoon after their painting class.

Yuta has not talked with Taeyong after they exchange schedules. They haven’t talked and discussed about their themes, but Yuta guesses they'll figure it out on their way home.

Yuta shifts his head from cleaning up his mess and looks at Taeyong, the stoic man has a tint of blush in his cheek upon seeing Yuta's radiant smile but he quickly hides it away.

“Pull yourself together Taeyong, why are you like this?” Taeyong speaks to himself in his heart.

“Yes Taeyong, I have nothing to do and i'm ready to go." The blonde man smiles to the red haired man and both of them are trying their best to keep their emotions low.

Taeyong slings his bag and nods his head “Hope you don’t mind walking, my apartment is only a 15 minutes walk.” He leads them out of the class and Yuta copies his long steps.

No Yuta doesn’t mind walking an hour if that is with Taeyong. Under the sun, the two angelic man of the school walk side by side… inviting by passer to stop and sneak a picture of them or just stand there frozen upon what they see.

Taeyong keeps his stoic face until they reach the outer gate, meanwhile Yuta is busy waving his hand to anyone he knows and just smiling to random students.

Taeyong snickers when they reach the outer gate “You really are kind to anyone eh? The rumor is true.”

Yuta widens his eyes “Rumor?”

Taeyong smirks and looks into the younger's hazel eyes “Well yes the rumor that you are the school's Apollo? Because they say your smile heals everything?”

Yuta doesn’t know how to react, well he knows that but what should he do? Saying “oh yes and you're the aphrodite that everyone fears….”no that is not good.

Taeyong suddenly shakes his shoulder and loosen down his tie. Well their school gives them uniform with ties, and Taeyong loosening it doesn’t help Yuta's red face. Gosh he looks so hot.

“Hufth glad we're far enough from school and cameras.” He gives a small smile. Yuta is confused, okay so Taeyong did realize the students love to take pictures of him… he also knows how to smile?

Yuta’s confusion makes him ask the red haired man “So you do know?”

Taeyong raises his brow, “Know what? Knows that my picture is secretly famous in the dark web? Being used for sketching references? Comics?”

Yuta gulps well yeah he did see some comic works having illustrations very similar to taeyong and him,… “You know how to smile.” Was the thing Yuta's unfiltered mouth let go.

The blonde Japanese man covers his mouth in fluster, he quickly bows while muttering “Sorry, I really didn’t mean to say that.”

Taeyong freezes in place when he heard that remark, he turns his heels around and faces Yuta who is now looking on the grounds.

Taeyong smirks, interesting, no one dares talk to Taeyong that way and Yuta just did.

“Say that again?” he smirks looking ten times hotter and dominant.

Yuta grins and scratches his head, “I didn’t say anything. Pretend you hear nothing.” He tries to hide his face away but Taeyong bravely brings his chin to face him.

“Well as a matter of fact, yes Yuta, I can smile.” He puts back his cold face and his eyes pierces through Yuta's weak soul. He turns his body away and continues walking… he smiles when he realizes how cute a flustered Yuta is. What he doesn’t know is that behind his back, Yuta has already level up his game.

If that is how Taeyong is going to play the game, he chooses the king of flirt. Yuta will not lose to Taeyong.

The younger shakes his thoughts away and pick up his steps. Once he is next to Taeyong again, Taeyong quickly puts back his stoic face.

“So, what is your theme Taeyong?” Yuta opens the conversation.

Taeyong has been sleepless for the week, trying to find a pose where he can capture Yuta's ethereal beauty in his oil painting. He went through a lot of illustrations references and even imagined Yuta posing for him. He cannot lie, that man really has his own attractiveness and Taeyong cannot pinpoint where.

“Well, as a matter of fact I've prepared several poses for you. Wait before that who is going to draw first today?” Taeyong asks the most important question. He is not spoiling the theme to Yuta right now, at least not in front of a kindergarten school they just passed by.

Yuta shrugs his shoulder “If you're ready to pose, I'll draw firs… You're a better painter. I'd rather paint you first rather than seeing how great your work is and lose confidence doing mine.” He laughs and Taeyong giggles.

“No way, your drawing is good Yuta! I love your anime illustrations.” Taeyong slides a sincere praise here.

Yuta feels happy that Taeyong knows about his works, “But your abstract painting is wonderful! You're going to be a great artist one day!”

Taeyong feels flowers bloom in his heart, but his face isn’t showing anything.

“Okay then, if you want that… I can pose for you today.” Taeyong hates to admit he actually feels like losing a bet but there is no bet.

Yuta secretly smiles, so Taeyong is the first one giving up for Yuta eh?

Yuta claps his hands “Great! I have some ideas you can choose okay! Pick the one you're most comfortable with.”

“Okay… oh do you mind we walk a bit further and then go back?” taeyong pauses in his track.

Yuta doesn’t understand “Huh?”

Taeyong sighs and shakes his head, not believing himself for saying this outloud to anyone, “I need to feed some kittens there…”

Yuta softens his face “Sure! I love cats and dogs! Didn’t know a cold guy like you cares so much about animals.”

Taeyong can relax now, he feels better knowing that Yuta didn’t laugh at him “Thanks, they're too young to survive.” Taeyong walks into a corner and purrs. Slowly three cats emerge from the dark and meows softly while taking defensive stances when they sense a new presence of Yuta.

Taeyong giggles as he extends his arm to pour the cat foods he had prepared to the ground “Don't be afraid, he is my friend… he won’t hurt you guys.” Taeyong uses a nasal voice to baby talk the kittens and calls Yuta friend?! Oh gosh Yuta is ready to die, Taeyong is a totally different person out here! And he is more than eager to portray that emotion into his painting.

Yuta ends up squatting down beside Taeyong and plays with the kittens for a while. Both men giggling at the smallest action the clumsy cats made.

“Okay, we have to go, or we will end up not working.” Taeyong stands up and brushes his dust off, waiting for Yuta to follow him back to his house.

Yuta bids the kitten farewell as he catches back Taeyong’s long strides and they finally make it into their place for the afternoon.

“Make yourself at home, or at least like this is your studio.” He is glad he cleaned up his room last night.

Yuta nods his head, he sets his canvas up, prepares his pencils, and anything else he needs for the project.

Taeyong has to admit he is nervous, now that he realizes he should be the first one stripping.

The older excuses himself to bath first, earning a small giggle from Yuta, but since Yuta wants Taeyong to be comfortable he lets him go.

As the older finishes his shower, Yuta has pulled out his phone and opens up his choices of poses. Unlike Taeyong who cannot choose a pose, Yuta already has one in mind since the first day Taeyong came to him.

He wants the older to sit on one of the armchair he surprisingly has in his apartment. He’ll have Taeyong sit cross legged, posing as elegant as he can while staying in that position for hours. Yuta esitimates he’ll need six hours to draw, yes draw.

Then maybe they’ll continue the next day for the layers and coloring. He wishes they can finish before time runs out.

“Okay, so how do you want me to pose?” Taeyong comes out of the shower fresh with only a towel covering his lower privacy. Yuta almost chokes upon seeing his appearance, but he is professional enough to hold it back.

Yuta chooses to just show him what he wants and Taeyong easily agrees, “You want me to sit? That’s kind of you. Someone else asked me to stand and damn I got tired, but t’was okay since they paint me nicely.” Taeyong says as he takes his seat and sets his body to look like how Yuta wants.

In front of Yuta, sits Taeyong in his heavenly state. His armchair despite being super simple, looks like it is a throne thanks to Taeyong’s indescribable aura. The man in red hair is sitting cross legged on the armchair, leaning his head to the side supported by his left arm. His face shows the same expression that of a model. His eyes? They were soft minutes ago, but now they’re piercing through the air. Yuta can fall to his knees right now and follow every command this king beholds.

“Please tell me if you need any breaks,” Yuta says breathily.

Taeyong nods, “Oh before that, I haven’t asked you… Do you want any drink or special condition for drawing?”

Yuta thinks for a while, “Well, I can’t work in too much silence, so please talk with me while I start sketching you.”

Taeyong takes a good note on that and as the younger man ties his hair to a man bun and pulls his sleeves up, Taeyong is more than excited to be paired with him. He wants to know how great Yuta can draw him.

They talk about random things like where they studied before entering this school, hobbies, favorite foods, even ended up talking about cats and dogs.

“I’m considering buying myself some fish and put them in the aquarium. What do you think?” Taeyong asks while leaning his head more to his resting hand. Yuta lets one of his hand rests on the arm rest and his head is leaning to that hand. (Super ugly sketch I tried blotting is attached below)

Yuta still focuses on his drawing, “Fish? Their water maintenance can be expensive.”

Taeyong rolls his eyes, “That’s the least I can own in this apartment, they do not allow dogs or cats.”

Yuta just hums, “Okay then go with fish. I don’t see why you’re hesitating.”

“Because if they die, I’ll be super sad.” Taeyong answers in a heartbeat.

Yuta almost drops his pencil upon seeing this side of Taeyong, the soft hearted cute guy is hiding behind a cold mask.

“Sorry if I sound rude, but you’re totally different in and out of school! What makes you act like that in school?” Yuta is glad about his sketch right now, at least his crash course with Ten is saving his face.

Taeyong smirks, “You want to know, or you want to know?” he teases the blonde man a bit, starting to feel super comfortable. Hey nothing beats being comfortable faster than being naked in front of them right?

“Just tell me. Everyone’s talking about you being a heartless cold man, but in real life you’re totally soft and I hate that people are talking about the wrong you.” Yuta blurts his heart out and gasps when he realized what he just said.

Taeyong seizes the opportunity, “Oh, you care about me that much? Well I did that because I’m tired of being the center of attention.”

Yuta clicks his tongue, “And you being like a cold bitch is just making you more into the spotlight.”

Taeyong giggles, now he is using bitch in his sentence? “Well thank me, I give you the spotlight of the good guy!”

Yuta wants to slap him hard if he is his long best friend, but not yet.

“You’re interesting Yuta, you really look astonishing when you’re focused. I wonder if you got a female partner, how distracted will both of you be.”

Yuta hums, “Well that didn’t happen, now I am here drawing you like one of my French guy.” His humorous side comes out.

Taeyong laughs heartily at that, “Okay sorry, I have to keep my expression.”

Yuta nods, “Thanks for realizing, I almost ruin the drawing with your big smile.”

Taeyong grins, “You better draw my cold face there, no one should see this side of me yet.”

“As you please, Your Majesty. Now you may rest, I’ve finished roughly and let me order us something to eat.”

Taeyong is thankful when Yuta tosses him back his towel and the red hair quickly runs to his room to fetch some clothes. Once Taeyong is inside his room, he runs to the mirror and checks how red his ears are actually. Gosh, did Yuta realize?

While Taeyong is changing clothes, Yuta orders them a meal and he keeps his canvas in a safe place.

They have a good time talking again through dinner and like a long best friend who met, the two click like puzzles made for each other.

“Thank you for the meal,” Taeyong says before Yuta leaves his house.

“Thank you for being a nice model. Don’t see my canvas yet okay. I’m not confident with what I have right now.” Yuta wears his jacket as he steps outside the door.

Taeyong nods, he knows that same feeling and he will respect Yuta for it.

“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Yuta smiles, “Yes! Let me know if I need to prepare anything.”

He leaves, walking down the road another five minutes to arrive in his small apartment.

They decided that they will take turn, tomorrow Yuta will be in Taeyong’s shoes.

“I hope you don’t mind lying in my bed,” Taeyong says as he explains the concept pose he has been thinking again last night.

Yuta shakes his head, “I’m down for anything! You’re one of the best painter in the class, It’s an honour to be your muse. I’ll do anything for a good result.”

Taeyong slyly smirks, “Anything?”

Yuta winks (hell he is not losing okay), “You heard me loud and clear.”

“Okay then, you… wow, that’s a nice tattoo! We should get that in the frame.” Taeyong runs his eyes over the toned abs and the pretty butterfly tattoo on his lower abdomen.

Yuta smiles, “Yeah I got a story behind it, I’ll tell you later.” Yuta makes himself comfortable between the white sheets Taeyong has prepared and covers his lower abs below with the thin linen. His butterfly tattoo is half peeking but that is exactly what Taeyong needs.

“I hope you’re not allergic to flowers,” Taeyong suddenly appears with a bag of flower petals. Yuta blushes, this man really prepares a lot.

“Absolutely not, just do what you need to do.” Yuta stutters a bit. Where is his confident flirty personality at time like this?! Taeyong calmly places the petals in different places, once he is satisfied with what he has the Aphrodite walks to his fridge and takes out one cold can of beer.

“I need some cans to draw,” Taeyong explains himself, though Yuta didn’t ask anything.

The drawing session begins, and they casually talk again, Yuta is facing the opposite side of Taeyong and from a lower view, he can clearly see how Taeyong frowns and how he bites his lips while concentrating on his canvas. Yuta can see each detail in Taeyong’s face from a new angle!

He loves the shade of red his lips have and his hair! His hair is envious. Yuta sees Taeyong pauses to sip his drink some time and when he feels like closing his eyes on the sheet, he doesn’t hear any warning from Taeyong and so the blonde angel falls asleep after watching the man he secretly likes.

Taeyong finishes not long after it and when he realizes the younger is no longer talking, he peeks over his canvas and smiles upon seeing Yuta’s calm sleeping face. Even in his sleep, he looks super kind and angelic!

“You really are son of Apollo or maybe Apollo himself,” Taeyong brings a strand of hair away from Yuta’s eyes. Gently, he pulls a thicker blanket over the younger’s bare skin and lets him rest for some more.

Taeyong leaves the room and controls his quickening heartbeat. When pulling the blanket over Yuta, he is close to his face and inches away from those plush lips. Taeyong feels his heartbeat increasing and he has to quickly walk away before doing things that he didn’t want.

Yuta wakes up feeling sorry for falling asleep, but Taeyong just shakes it off. Saying he totally understands, and he doesn’t mind. With that being said, they eat dinner together again before finally parting goodbye. To make things faster, Yuta brings home his canvas so he can start layering and do the basic stuff he can do without the model. Same thing for Taeyong.

That night, both men busy themselves in their own studios. Accompanied by one light, cups of coffees, soft music, and each other’s sketches on their canvas witnessing just how love struck both parties are. Yet both souls are too stubborn to fall on one knee and confess this big crush they have to the other.

Another week comes and this time they need to meet again. Yuta and Taeyong have already been comfortable with one another, to the point where Yuta can talk in the hallway with Taeyong. Something super rare to be seen! Not Yuta’s part but seeing Taeyong walks and talks with someone at school is the hottest news of the week.

Through hours and hours of staying together in the same place, stroking paint brushes, learning each and every flaws and beauty their muse have, it’s not surprising how comfortable and close they are right now.

Yuta knows just every detail of Taeyong’s face. He notices the rose print scar next to his right eye, the small mole on his lips, the way Taeyong’s eyes twinkle with stars, how his hair stays in place despite the hours of posing.

Taeyong is able to draw Yuta base on memory too now. He finds the perfect hue of his skin, the right yellow shade for his smooth hair, the way his eyes relax and the story about how Yuta’s butterfly ended up being printed in his torso.

Taeyong cannot deny the bubbly feeling in his chest. Is he feeling that dangerous chemical reactions in his body? Is he in love?

It’s already the last week from the deadline and the two choose to finish everything tonight. So, that afternoon Yuta comes into Taeyong’s house with a sleepover supply and they start their last journey of painting.

There’s a tugging feeling in Yuta’s heart as he finalizes his painting. A satisfied smile comes to his face when he sees his final painting of Taeyong. His eyes run from the breathing perfection sitting like a throne king waiting for his interesting part in life to start, and to the canvas he’s been working on for hours! A satisfied smile comes to his face when he feels his hours of blood, sweat, and tears of working being paid off with the portray lying before him. He is proud with how he manages to capture the soft side of Taeyong hidden under his cold guy shell.

Yuta waits for the paint to dry, and while doing that he is now again, lying on the bedsheets of Taeyong’s room. The fresh linen once smelled like fresh laundry, the day when Yuta fell asleep. Today, it smells different. A slight hint of musk and mint, is this how Taeyong smells like? Did the painter across him sleeps on the same bed he is lying bare right now? If that’s true, this is hot.

Unlike Taeyong who shows his soft side to Yuta, through this painting course Taeyong realizes just how charismatic Yuta is behind his warm healing smile. The same guy who tosses hearty smile in public can hold an intense fiery gaze on sheets. Taeyong bites his lips as he runs his eyes one more time over his perfectly pliant muse. Yuta feels relaxed on that bed, and that makes Taeyong feels less guilty for asking Yuta to stay a bit more since he needs to finalize the tattoo and the details.

“Mind if I see that butterfly a bit closer again?” Taeyong excuses himself and bends to scrutinize over the complex lines.

Yuta holds his breath and hides his read ears, he can feel his face burning from embarrassment but Taeyong doesn’t seem to care. He even traces the lines to get the shape and returns behind his canvas.

What feels like eternity finally comes to an end and both heart secretly wish they have more time to enjoy the presence of the other, looking each other without being judged creepy, but everything has an end.

“And I’m done!” Taeyong sets aside his canvas to dry next to Yuta’s. They plan to add their names and signature later on tomorrow maybe to not ruin the colors.

“Do you want some drink?” Taeyong asks as he tosses Yuta a big teeshirt and his pants.

Yuta nods, “Let’s order some good food and have a bit fun tonight. This project is tiring, but I’m glad with my result.”

Taeyong scrolls his phone to order some foods and beers, he agrees with Yuta. This ending needs a celebration! As the two men sit on the dining table, chopsticks reaching over for foods and glasses being refiled with golden liquids, their heads slowly turn drowsy.

“I hate that this thing end actually…” Taeyong, who is a lighter head than Yuta has fallen to his drunk state, comments.

Yuta swears if he is sober right now, he will blush, but no. Now he is similarly under alcoholic control and he can’t seem to control his flirty side.

“Oh yeah? You like seeing me that much? My presence is enough to make you happy?” Yuta leans in closer and rests his chin elegantly on his right palm.

Taeyong furiously runs his hands over his face, “Gosh yes Yuta! You make me crazy! Being super hot on my bed with just one linen over you, not to mention I really want to bite that tattoo mark!”

Yuta giggles, drunk Taeyong is fun to play with. He bravely stands up and walks over to sit beside Taeyong. Daringly runs a hand over the tensed shoulder, “Guess you’re super tired already. You’re starting to speak nonsense.”

Although Yuta wants to hear more about Taeyong’s true feelings to him, he knows it is not polite of him to listen to Taeyong’s drunk rambles. What if Taeyong didn’t remember anything and it will make things awkward.

Taeyong pulls Yuta who is trying to walk away, and makes the blonde man falls into his lap.

“We’re both stubborn and our egos are too high. Fuck it, I’m gonna say this now.” Taeyong’s grip on Yuta’s slender waist tightens.

“I love you, I love you so much Yuta! It pains me every night to finish this painting without you in my room. I can finish it because I memorize your features, but it doesn’t feel the same when you’re here posing and breathing the same air with me.” Taeyong’s lower voice growls inside Yuta’s ear.

Yuta cannot think of anything else, rather than focusing on the glistening lips Taeyong has and it takes every ounce and angel in Yuta’s body to hold himself back from attacking that lips.

But the devil won tonight, and the blonde man sticks his lips into the red hair’s. Taeyong presses his neck deeper and lets Yuta takes control of the intense lips battle. No one is backing down, the two gods of the school have met and the opposite attractions have connected.

Just like North going South, butterflies looking for their flowers, and soulmates finding one another…

Taeyong finds Yuta and Yuta finds Taeyong.

Both separate souls finally become one, after years and years of waiting. Seasons of love months, and hours of portrait painting.

“I love you too, Lee Taeyong. And you drive me crazy.” Yuta breaks the kiss to whisper this right next to his lips and seals their bond back with a deeper meaningful kiss.

On the edge of the room, their painted portraits of each other glow under the moonlight.

Epilogue

“This is very nice! I mean Taeyong!!! I’ll definitely buy this at any price!” Yuta gasps and shakes his head when he sees the result Taeyong shows.

Taeyong shyly looks into his feet, after what they did last night somehow, he feels like he cannot see Yuta’s eyes this morning.

Yes both young men have woken up under the same blanket, bodies sticking to each other as the cold morning air tries to creep up their soft skins. Taeyong wakes up being under Yuta’s possessive strong arms and he knows he wants more of this in the future!

“I am not selling it.” Taeyong smirks.

Yuta’s face fell, “Not even to me?

He shakes his head, “No. I like that masterpiece I made.”

Yuta frowns and pouts, “Okay then… I am also not selling mine to you.”

Taeyong runs his eyes over the painting. He needs to admit, he didn’t expect Yuta to paint him that nice… but everything in that picture speaks a thousand words about Taeyong. Taeyong is dying to have that paint in his room too! But if this is how they’re going to do it…. Okay then no one will have their own portrait.

“Fine.”

“Okay, then when are you free?” Yuta suddenly asks

Taeyong sounds flustered, “Eh? Are you asking me out on a date?”

Yuta rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue, “I am booking you for a painting session. I need you to make my portrait but this time I will keep it in my room.”

Taeyong steals a kiss on his lips, “Wow, okay then the price is a portrait from you too.”

“Seriously guys? Infront of my salad?” a voice suddenly interrupts the two madly in love couple.

“Oh, sorry Ten, we forgot you’re there…” Yuta picks his tablet up and shows his face and Taeyong’s back on his screen.

This morning Ten video calls them wanting to see how their painting look like.

“Those are perfect. Why don’t you two live together and put them up in the same place. That way both of you can see it every day without actually selling it.” Ten rolls his eyes and grins.

The couple look into each other’s eyes and grin “That’s not a bad idea…”

“Okay I regret saying that, now go… Ew stop displaying affection in front of me.” Ten shakes his head and closes the call when the screen once again shows both of them sucking their faces off.

end

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