#step 3: make your belt so loose it’ll fall off at a moment’s notice

[tattoos-and-ballgowns]

Step 1: swap your feet around

[sapphiretsuki]

Road Trip Gone Right? <M>

Keeping my promise to myself here and writing. I am a heathen and start with a goal of like 1.5k max, but somehow I end at 4k. I’ll keep trying. T_T Also, in line with my self challenge I am again writing for a fandom outside my comfort zone. Loosely edited because its 1am and I’m tired :]  @channiesmixtape​ Thank you again for your undying support, ilysm <3

Pairing: Felix x Y/N

Warnings: Uhhhhh, smut, oral, voice kink if you squint, nothing major really. Condoms. (safe sex is good sex too)

cr. to google for the lovely pic 

It was the dreaded season of traveling and for whatever reason your school had decided that they weren't going to allow anyone to stay on campus over break. It was your tradition to bask in the quiet whilst all the other students went home and to friends and on trips, but not this year apparently.  As if the universe were conspiring against you, your mother had also decided this was going to be the year that all the family, including by extension your best friends family, were all going to gather and celebrate the new year. Whatever. Why people wanted to celebrate that time was passing as it always did was beyond you, but that's how you found yourself in the front seat of your longtime friends car. Felix seemed just as dejected as you about the long drive and the mandatory mingling that was going to occur.

You and Felix had been quite the pair for as long as you could remember. You were about 7 when you met and you had saved him from some punk on the playground who thought being a little shithead was the way to be impressive. You kicked the little fucker in the shin and before you could follow through with a punch he was frantically scooting to run away. When you turned to check on what you thought was an adorable little girl you were met with a starry eyed Felix and he'd been your sidekick from that moment on. As fate would have it, he ended up being your next door neighbor.  Gazing at his profile now while he was driving it struck you that at some point he'd grown to be quite masculine and incredibly striking. He always had been beautiful to you, but these days there was something more and you just couldn't put your finger on what it was.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you reached out to turn on the radio. Maybe music would help whatever this feeling was. It was probably just anxiety over the long drive and the anticipation of being subjected to people you didn't get along with very well. You were unique and not quite the cookie cutter image of perfection that the rest of your cousins were and they never wasted an opportunity to let you know. As if sensing your thoughts, Felix's deep voice broke through the thoughts again, "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked. "Huh? Oh. It's nothing really. Just thinking about the cousins and wondering what brand of hell they'll try to subject me to. I haven't seen them since I started college you know."

His laughter rang out through the car and made you feel a bit better. "I'm sure that no matter what they try, you're still far smarter than them and a hell of a lot stronger too. Try not to worry Cheeks." At the mention of your special nickname you couldn't help but smile. A bit precocious growing up, and definitely the most vocal of the children, you'd earned the title of cheeky which had in turn affectionately turned into the nickname Cheeks. As much as you were dreading this visit, it made you feel infinitely better that Felix was going too. Not that he had any choice either. Just as you had become fast friends at a young age, your families had become some sort of hybrid family through strong friendship.

You must have finally relaxed enough to fall asleep at some point because you awoke with a bolt. There was a loud bang and Felix slammed on the breaks. "Shit, what the hell was that?" He put the car in park and turned the hazards on before turning to you and telling you to stay put. He pulled out his cellphone and turned on the flashlight before stepping out of the car. You anxiously watched him walk around the car and disappear as he squatted down. You were praying he hadn't hit some woodland creature because from the looks of it you were in the middle of nowhere and that was a very real possibility. You jumped as he tapped on your window. "Can you pop the trunk for me? We appear to have a flat." You nodded and unbuckled your belt and climbed over to the drivers side to hit the latch for the trunk. As you sunk back into your seat you could hear him digging around in the trunk. A flat wasn't so bad. Sure it wasn't ideal, but at least there would be no dead animals or screwed up undercarriages right?

Just as you were coming to terms with a small hiccup in the journey you heard another bang followed by a few expletives that made you quirk an eyebrow. That was unlike Felix. You were the one with the foul language problem. If he was cursing something must be terribly wrong. Curiosity getting the better of you, you snatched the keys out of the ignition and stepped out from the vehicle. "Whats going on short stack?" you called out as you approached the visibly frustrated man. "The spare has a crack in it. My roadside assistance doesn't have anyone that can help. They'll reimburse me, but we're going to have to call a tow and probably find somewhere to spend the night since I'm sure there isn't a garage open at this hour." Well shit. This was going to be a pain in the ass. "Okay, which part do you want me to start looking up? How about you figure out the tow situation and I'll see if theres a motel or something. Where are we even anyway?" you asked trying to laugh at the circumstance you found yourself in.

Two hours  and a ride on the struggle bus with cellular service later you found yourselves in the lobby of a motel that made you feel like the star of a horror film. You were in some backwood town with a population of almost no one and there were nothing but trees for days. The receptionist or owner or whoever she was seemed friendly enough, but she also reminded you of a walking corpse. Her bony hand deposited a key into your palm and with a toothless grin she rasped out your room number. You thanked her and went to collect Felix and your bags and hightail it to somewhere with a lock on the door. This whole evening had made you feel uncomfortable and all you wanted was to sleep so morning could come and you could be back on your way. Funny that there was something that made you feel worse than spending time at home, but here you were.

Juggling your bag and the room key you were having trouble making the key go into the lock. A warm hand stopped yours from shaking and suddenly closer than you remembered him being, Felix silently took the key from you and ran his fingers over the back of your hand before inserting the key into the lock and opening the door. He gestured for you to go in first and continued to hold the door open as you pulled yourself together and stepped into the room. Feeling around on the wall you found the switch and flipped it. As the light flickered on, yes flickered, because your life obviously needed to resemble a horror movie down to the last detail you let out a groan as you looked around. There was only one bed. It was rather small also. You weren't sure it even qualified to be called a full. There was absolutely no way that you were going to have either one of you taking the floor though. You'd definitely indicated two beds at the desk, but something told you this wasn't a problem with a solution. The place was so ancient they still used key locks, and the lady downstairs looked like she came from 1900 directly. You turned to Felix as he was dragging your suitcases in to break the news to him.

"Looks like we're going to be revisiting our childhood tonight shorty. Theres only one bed and like hell either one of us is sleeping on the floor." His head snapped up from what he was doing to shoot you an incredulous look. "Y/n, I'm far from short anymore compared to you and that," he says pointing in the direction of the bed, "is not a bed. That's fit for a large child at best." You wondered what had him so obviously upset, but you chalked it up to the frustration of the situations that seemed to keep arising. "Felix, believe me, I realize this is less than ideal, but it's what we've got. We both have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, you especially, so we're just gonna have to suck it up and do what we gotta." You said placing a hand on your hip and turning your other palm up towards the ceiling in a gesture of both sass and nonchalance. "I'll see if theres a pizza joint or something in this town, why don't you go take a shower first? It'll help take some of the tension off." He nodded and went towards the bathroom while you dove into trying to get a signal to see if you could figure out food.

Miraculously after the fight of the century with your service you were able to locate pizza. Even better was that they delivered. Downside of the size of the town you were in was that the person on the other end of the phone knew exactly who you were, and described you as 'that poor stranded couple'. Well whatever, food was becoming more necessary by the minute since you'd relaxed a marginal amount and your stomach felt like it would eat itself. You were giddy with excitement and digging through your purse for some cash when Felix reappeared. You didn't notice him at first but when you looked up and there he was in nothing but a pair of low slung sweats with a towel hanging around his neck you let out an audible gulp. He quirked an eyebrow at you, but before he could question what your problem was, you snatched up some clothes and stuffed some money in his hand. "I'm amazing and pizza should be here any minute. I'm gonna go shower now. You don't have to wait for me to eat." You said to him as you brushed past and quickly made your way into the safety of the bathroom.

Once you shut the door, you placed a hand on your chest to calm the beating of your heart. What was wrong with you today? Sure it had been a while since you'd seen Felix shirtless. And wet. But it had never affected you like this before ever. It was like you were discovering that he wasn't the person you'd known most of your life. Just when had he gotten so toned? His lithe body was beautiful and always had been, but when had it also been appropriate to describe him as manly? Stepping into the scalding spray of the shower you prayed that you were just hungry and tired and it was making you crazy. Washing with a speed you normally reserved for things you disliked, you scrubbed away the filth of the day. Wrapping a towel around yourself you rubbed some of the fog off the mirror and after toweling your hair out as much as you could, ran a brush through it. You rubbed your skin vigorously and put on your tank top and realized you'd forgotten your panties. Laughing at the luck you'd had today you just shook your head and pulled on your pajama pants.

When you returned to the room the soft light and sounds of the TV accompanied Felix and his pizza. Belatedly you realized there wasn't likely to have been any sort of plates or anything to use and cursed yourself for not asking. Oh well, things still could have been far worse today so you were gonna stuff your face and call it a night before the bad luck that seemed to be following you around could claim any more of your energy. You plopped unceremoniously on to the bed next to Felix and snatched up a piece of pizza. As you took a bite you let out a moan at how delicious it was. "Really y/n, sometimes I think you'd be happiest with food in your hands at all times." Felix said, chest rumbling with laughter. Your face suddenly felt like it was on fire and you were oddly embarrassed even though this exact scenario had played out many times before. "I just love food and am hungry enough to eat a cow right now short stuff." You huffed out indignantly. Still slightly laughing Felix reassured you that it was fine and he was only making an observation. You felt jittery and nervous still even though you'd checked off all the things you thought were the culprits so you decided to initiate bedtime.

"I think we should get some sleep, we have a lot to do tomorrow and we still have a lot of miles to cover." Felix seemed to mull over your statement before he nodded his agreement. He began to box up the remainder of the pizza and you went to brush your teeth. Making your way back to the room you heard Felix's phone chime and picked it up from the dresser it was sitting on to hand it to him. You weren't being nosy but you saw a name that made your blood boil a little bit. It was one of your catty cousins and now you were wondering what the fuck he was doing talking to her of all people. Unable to help yourself you spat out at him, "What are you doing talking to her?" As soon as the words were out you couldn't believe yourself and your hand flew up to cover your mouth in embarrassment. "You know what, I'm tired, never mind,  disregard my craziness, I'm just gonna lay down. "As he stared at you with wide eyes, he responded anyway. "They occasionally text me trying to snoop I think. I just stored the name so I'd know to ignore because I made the mistake of answering a message once before." Well now you were feeling a whole lot more awkward. Deciding that there was safety in silence you simply nodded and laid down in the bed.

Getting under the covers you scooted as far to the side as you could. You weren't sure how you were going to handle being that close to Felix's shirtless body with the maelstrom going on inside your head but you were just going to have to try. Sliding under the covers and in turn being closer to you than you thought was explicitly necessary he pulled the blanket up over you both and whispered to you, "Good night Cheeks." His deep voice laced with a tired rasp sent a shiver down your spine and it hit you then like a bolt of lightning. Holy shit, you were in love with your best friend. Your best friend turned you on. Holy shit, what the fuck. Sleep was probably going to be a problem with your heart hammering away in your chest. Staying as still as you could so as to not draw attention to yourself you mentally went over all the signs trying to figure out when the hell this had happened. You thought Felix was asleep and you turned to look at him. His breathing had evened out and his plush lips were slightly parted. The moonlight coming through the window cast a soft light and made the smattering of freckles on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose look exceptionally gorgeous.

With his eyes still closed he shocked you when he began to speak. It was as if he could sense your restlessness even though you weren't moving at all. "I can feel your eyes y/n," he drawled and you went rigid. "Not to make things weird, or weirder, but I thought about you when I came last night." Now it was your turn to give the wide eyed stare. He cracked one eye and looked at you and slowly started to grin. "Y-you did?" you squeaked out. He turned to face you and it's not like you had anywhere to run, the bed was so tiny. You were close enough to feel his breath ghost over your face as he continued, "I thought I might have been imagining things but it seems you're just as affected by me Cheeks. You were calling me short stack still so I was a little unsure, but if you could have seen how hungry you looked earlier and I'm not talking about food." You should have known it was going to be a short lived secret but you were reeling that within such a short time of you realizing you had feelings and physical attraction he was calling you out on it. Felix had always known you better than you knew yourself sometimes.

What he didn't expect was that you wouldn't put up a fight about it. He was prepared to spell it out for your stubborn ass if need be, but you saved him the effort and planted your lips on his. You kissed him with all the hunger he described moments before and pulled away, chest heaving. "How long? How long have you known that we could have been doing this? How long have you been thinking about me when you cum?" You shoved him so he wasn't on his side anymore and climbed on top of him before he could do a thing about it. Looking at his face you were searching his eyes as if they held the answers. What you found instead was a look of lust so dark you couldn't do anything except seal your lips to his again. He didn't fight back and instead placed his hand on the back of your neck to turn your head slightly. He licked your bottom lip seeking entrance and you obliged. His plump lips felt so soft on yours and as his tongue swirled with yours you unintentionally found yourself grinding your hips into his as you let out a moan.

Felix also let out a groan at the friction and decided he'd had enough. He flipped you so your positions were switched and you found yourself again marveling at how manly was now how you'd describe him. Caged in between his arms he leaned down and nipped on your throat. Practically growling in your ear, his voice sent shivers down your spine. "I'll show you exactly what I was thinking about when I came if you want me to y/n." If you had been wearing underwear they would have been absolutely ruined. His voice was already one of your favorite sounds in the world, but right up in your ear making lewd suggestions had you feeling like you were coming unraveled. He placed open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat and reached to tug on your shirt. He pulled it up and helped you take it off only removing his mouth from your skin long enough to get it over your head. He continued down your chest and down to your hip where he hooked his fingers in the band of your pants. You lifted your hips so he could pull them down. "Well well, Cheeks, I never thought you'd go without panties, but that certainly makes things easier on me. He took a moment to appreciate your beauty and you found yourself feeling shy. He trailed a finger down your stomach and began to lightly tease your pussy until you were squirming with need. Just when you thought you couldn't take the teasing anymore he slid a finger into your slick folds and then into you.

"A-ah, Felix, more," you whined out. You were so turned on it was practically unbearable. He seemed pleased at your request and inserted another finger and started pumping in and out at a slow pace. He curled his fingers upward and began rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb as he picked up the pace. You began to feel the curling heat and tightening up in your stomach and knew you were going to cum. He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he brushed past your sweet spot with every pump. Just when you thought you were about to completely lose it he pulled out and immediately attached his lush lips to your clit and sucked on it. Your orgasm washed over you like a waterfall and he held your stuttering hips in place as he worked you through your high. Feeling like the personification of bliss you reached down and ran your fingers through his hair. He kissed his way back up your chest and you pulled his face to yours to taste him.

"We're not done just yet, y/n. I still haven't shown you everything I was thinking about when I came." You had just barely come down from your high but you felt as if you could cum all over again at his suggestion. He reached over to the nightstand and retrieved his wallet and pulled out a condom. As he went to tear the foil you placed a hand on his wrist, "Can I?" You asked. He allowed you to take the packet from him and he pulled off his sweats. As his cock sprang free you were absolutely stunned. He was so much bigger than you thought he'd be and now you were wondering where he hid that and how it was going to fit. You grabbed at his dick and gave it a squeeze before rolling the condom down his shaft. He moved to lay you back down and lined his cock up with your entrance. He slid the head through the slippery remnants of your earlier undoing and every time he brushed your clit you twitched with need. Finally, finally he started to slide his cock into your warmth. Slowly at first, giving you plenty of time to adjust, he inched inside until he was all the way in. Buried to the hilt he stilled so you could get used to his size and then began to pump in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he began to pick up the pace.

He set a brutal pace and you gasped and panted. Your erotic voice was making him impossibly more turned on. As he thrust into you your cries of pleasure spurred him on. He shifted slightly and pulled your legs up so they were over his shoulders. The change in position allowed him to go deeper and with every pump he fully dragged across your g-spot and you felt the familiar ache starting to build again. He continued to thrust and reached out to rub one of your nipples. "Ahhh y/n. You look so beautiful. Look and the way your pussy just devours my cock. This is exactly, ah, what i was thinking about while I got myself off." His voice, and the pure filth coming out of his mouth were enough to send you over the edge. Your walls clamped and spasmed around him and you came on a cry of his name. "Ah F-Felix, fuck." His rhythm became sloppy as you rode out your high and soon he was spilling his release with a loud groan.

You were both sweaty, panting messes. As he began to soften up he slipped out of you and removed the condom. Tying it off he tossed it in the direction of the garbage can before returning to you and the bed. He wrapped you up in his arms and kissed you on the forehead. Before you could even get a word out his phone was chiming again. You gave him a look that said he should check it and so he grabbed it. It was your cousin again and you were struck with a brilliant idea. You knew it was probably partly them snooping like he thought, but there was also the knowledge that they were jealous of your relationship with Felix. "Lemme see your phone," you said with a smirk. He shrugged and handed it to you. You opened the camera and snapped a selfie of the two of you. Her message was some ‘what are you doing’ type thing so you sent the picture and then powered his phone off with a satisfied smile. He let out a little laugh at your antics and from your position with your head on his chest it was the best sound in the world.

Waking up much later than you intended, and certainly more sore, you reached to check the time on your phone. You were met with the family group chat notification count being astronomical, and also  a notification from your favorite cousin. It read, 'I know that was you bitch'. With a smile you turned the phone towards Felix who was wondering what besides him had you so smiley this morning. You were rewarded with his eye smile and morning voice telling you, "You're something else Cheeks, but damn I love you."

[alloftheimagines]

billy hargrove | heaven-sent | part eleven

masterlist | series | part ten

words: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse, angst

summary:  she’s an angel. he may as well be the devil. one would not exist without the other.

Billy has been driving around Hawkins for the better part of two hours. He couldn’t sleep, his thoughts tossing between his father’s abuse and everything that has happened with Frances. The night is pitch-black, the Camaro speeding past orange streetlights and merging shadows—and it’s peaceful. He doesn’t have his music turned on, doesn’t need it so much in the dark. All he needs his the whir of the Camaro’s engine whispering to him softly and the feeling of farms and forests passing him by. He can almost pretend he isn’t in Hawkins anymore in the darkness, almost pretend that the grey, uneven concrete beneath his tyres is that of a Californian road.

His headlights catch movement in his peripheral vision, breaking him out of his daydream. A silhouette is walking down the road, body half concealed by trees. As he gets closer, he recognises the brown, knotted hair and tattered, loose denim jeans. Frances. Her breath is visible against the blackness, her face washed out by the car’s lights. Of course he can still stumble across her here, in the middle of fucking nowhere, where there isn’t even a side-walk between the woods and the road.

“For fuck’s sake,” he curses under his breath, pulling up at the side of the road and opening his door. The cold bites at his fingers, and he shivers.

She doesn’t so much as look at him, continuing her determined tread, though there's no way she hasn't heard the Camaro.

“Frances,” he calls irritably, stepping out of the car and leaving the door to swing open as he follows her. She spares him a scowl over her shoulder, her arms wrapped around her torso tightly. “Frances, what the fuck are you doing walking out here at 3 am?”

“It doesn’t concern you,” she hits back, her voice hoarse.

“Frances!” he yells louder, stopping in his tracks and dragging his hair through his curls in frustration. “Will you fucking stop and talk to me? What are you doing? You’re gonna get yourself killed!”

“Like you care,” she spits, finally turning around to face him. Her eyes are glassy, numb, her cheeks and nose flushed a bright red from the cold and her lips an unhealthy shade of blue. “Were you following me or something?”

“Oh, yeah, I was following you,” he mocks, rolling his eyes. “What else would I be doing at 3 am?”

She doesn’t answer, blinking dumbly.

“I was drivin’, okay? I couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, you can carry on drivin’,” she mutters, burying her face further into her scarf, “and I’ll carry on walkin’.”

“No, you won’t,” he counters, gesturing to the car still sitting with the driver’s door wide open. “Get in.”

“No.”

“No?" he repeats in disbelief. "You gonna carry on walking until you get murdered or freeze to death?”

“Oh, give me a break, Hargrove.” Her upper lip curls in contempt as she takes a step towards him. “You wanna drive me home again, see if it’ll be a case of third-time lucky? Whatever this weird fucking act is where you pretend to give a shit, just drop it. I don’t trust you. I’ll never be stupid enough to trust you.”

“I don’t care if you trust me, Fran. Just get in the damn car and let me take you home. You can be mad at me for whatever imaginary scenario you’ve made up in your head tomorrow.”

“It’s not imaginary and I’m not stupid.”

“Coulda’ fooled me,” he spat back, anger beginning to simmer in his stomach.

“Oh, fuck you,” she says, about to turn away. “I’ve seen how you are with other girls. I know exactly what game you’re playing.”

His voice brings her back, unbearably loud in the otherwise silent night even to his own ears. He hopes to fucking God there are no houses nearby, because they’d be sure to hear their screaming match.

“No, Fran, fuck you. If you pay as much attention to me as you claim to, you’d realise there’s no one else’s bullshit I’d put up with like this. You think I go out of my way to take other girls home when they're drunk? Huh?” he questions, his voice thick with passion now. “You think I break into cars to get their shit back from their boyfriends? You think I’d even be here right now if all I wanted was to get in your pants? You’ve made it perfectly clear that that’s never gonna happen and I’m still fucking here. I still give a shit. Fuck knows why, but I do.”

The words are slipping out of him uncontrollably now, words he’s imagined saying, words he wishes he could have said earlier. “Maybe I’m a dick and a man-whore and whatever else you think of me. You wanna push me away and hate me for it? Do it. Hell, I’ll even let you, but you are not wandering around the fucking woods at 3 am in the freezing cold, no matter how much you hate me, so get in the damn car before I make you.”

He’s breathless when he finally finishes, and for a moment, so is she. Her eyes are shiny in the moonlight, cloaked by her damp eyelashes as she looks up at him. Somehow, they are closer together than Billy had noticed before. “But you tried to kiss me,” she whispered, almost as though trying to convince herself rather than him. “You said you wanted rebound sex.”

His hands slap his sides in frustration. “And you rejected me. I could have left it at that, ran off to some other chick who wanted me, but I didn’t, did I? I’m still here. You think I like stickin’ around when a girl throws me through a door and rejects me?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything about you.” Her expression flickers with doubt, but her voice is weak, now, and he can tell she wants to believe him.

Billy’s eyes lower to his feet as he replies, “I think you know a hell of a lot more than most.”

Frances sighs, her arms tightening around herself as the wind picks up. Billy uses his denim jacket to guard himself from it, but it cuts into his clothes and whips his hair across his face.

“I’m not getting in your car,” she says again finally, her gaze locked on something past him.

“Jesus,” he exclaims, “have you got a death wish or are you just being stubborn on purpose now?”

“I need to find them!” Her voice rises in frustration and panic.

Understanding dawns on Billy slowly, and his expression softens. “Fran—”

“No, Billy, you don’t get it.” She takes a step back from him, and just like that, they are as far apart as they were to begin with, the moment of quiet lost in the wind. “Please. I need to find them.”

Her eyes flash golden, and he wouldn’t have caught it if he hadn’t been looking. He knows to expect it now, and though he doesn’t react, his stomach twists. “You’re right: I don’t get it, so talk to me. Who’s ‘them’?”

“Him, I mean. My dad. I … I can feel it again,” Frances stutters, her hand pressing against her chest as though she is desperate to make him feel it, too. “The feeling in my chest, the dread. I felt it the night that Barb was killed and I ignored it. I can’t ignore it again now. Something is wrong. My dad … my dad is all I have left. If I lose him—”

“Alright,” Billy nods, knowing already how that sentence might end. “Alright, how about we look for him together? I’ll drive you anywhere you wanna go.”

Her attention darts hesitantly into the woods beside them, her teeth chattering as she shrinks into herself. “You wanna help me?”

“Yes, Fran,” his voice is pleading now, “I want to help you.”

“Alright,” she agrees. He can hear the exhaustion gnawing at her in that word alone. “Okay.”

“Alright.” A breath of relief slips from him as he reaches for her shoulder and guides her small frame to the car. Her cheek is like ice even through his shirt as she presses herself into him for warmth. “Jesus, you’re freezing. Have you been out here all night?”

She nods against him as he leads her to the trunk, popping it open and pulling out an old, flannel blanket. He wraps it around her quickly, and to his surprise, she lets him. Her focus is no longer on him, but on the mound of sleeping bags and pillows in the trunk.

“Do you sleep in here?”

Billy can feel his cheeks heat with embarrassment, and he closes the trunk with a slam, guiding Frances to the passenger side. “Sometimes. My house is a shit-show.”

She closes the door, and he can feel her eyes following him as he rounds the car and slips into the driver’s seat. He turns the heater on full-blast as Frances relaxes into her seat, head pressed against the window.

“Where we headed?”

“I don’t know. I’ve looked everywhere … twice. I don’t know where he could be.”

“You been home since earlier today?”

She nods solemnly, clicking on her seat-belt as an afterthought. “Yeah. Twice.”

“Alright,” he sighs, putting the car in gear. “Let’s just drive around, see what happens.”

She seems satisfied with this, and already her lips are gaining back their colour as her shivering resides. “Billy?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” she says.

“Yeah. No problem, angel. ‘S nowhere I’d rather be at 3 am.”

* * *

He pulls up in their usual spot overlooking the ravine. The sky is a murky blue as it prepares itself for sunrise, a gentle shower of rain pattering against the windshield. He glances over at Fran, who fell asleep about an hour ago and hasn’t stirred since.

He thought about taking her home and carrying her in, but he knows he’s a clumsy shit when he’s not trying to be, and he doesn’t want to risk waking her. She needs to sleep; it’s clear by the deep purple crescents forming beneath her eyes and the way her lips are pursed into a thin, permanent line.

Carefully, slowly, he reaches over to the backseat and pulls out another blanket, draping it over her. He can’t help but admire her, though he knows he’s stupid for doing it; her freckles, peppered in random places across her forehead and jaw, her neck; the way her eyelashes flutter as she dreams; the way her breath falls rhythmically, in sync with the soft breeze rustling the leaves outside. The soft light paints her skin indigo, and he can just make out the small cut across her cheekbone. His fingers tingle with the need to touch it, but he doesn’t, can’t.

Instead, he shakes his head at his own stupidity, as if that might empty his brain of the thoughts—only it’s not his brain that’s the problem: it’s that knot in his chest that makes him feel as though he is either falling or flying. Either way, he closes his eyes to free himself of her. It doesn’t work. He can smell her, still, lavender and pine buried in his nostrils and clinging to his car, his skin.

It consumes him, and he falls asleep wrapped in her.

part twelve

[jeonsduck]

Wonderland Part 3

Sorry this part to so long to write. Hope y'all enjoy! 

Hongjoong elects to leave you to cool your heels in the brig for three days. It's not as awful as it could be. There's a window (with bars over it), and Yunho stops by periodically to bring you food and water and the others tend to pop in to talk in between their chores. You sleep a lot, realizing you missed a lot of sleep during your day and a half in the Illusion's custody. So sleeping is what you're doing when Hongjoong finally comes to release you, banging on the cell bars to wake you up. "Rise and shine, little one. You've fulfilled your sentence." He says, unlocking the cell and entering it. He crouches down next to where you're sitting on the floor and grabs you by the chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Listen up and listen good. Thanks to your little jail break attempt, we've been forced to seek refuge at Utopia." He explained. Your eyes widened and your body went stiff. Utopia was a floating space station that had been mutinied by pirates years ago. Now it served as the only safe port for pirates in the quadrant. It was a lawless and violent place, but it was safe from the eyes of the empire and mariners. "I need you to understand, that back on Lemba, you were lucky I was able to get to you in time. That may not be the case here. I need your word that you won't run off again." Hongjoong whispers, tightening his grip on your chin. You glared at him for a minute, defiant and unwilling to simply concede  but Hongjoong was right. Utopia was dangerous and you would need his protection in order to leave the port alive. "Fine. You have my word, I won't try to escape again." You muttered reluctantly. Hongjoong continued to hold your chin up, searching your eyes for signs of resistance. Eventually he sighed and let you go. "Let's get upstairs. Wooyoung was complaining that he missed you." Hongjoong muttered, standing and exiting your cell quickly. Your pick yourself up off of the floor and follow him. The deck shutters are open and the sunlight blinds you for a moment. You whine, bringing up a hand to shield your sensitive eyes from the bright light. "Come on, you need a new outfit." Yeosang says, tugging you by your hand to another part of the ship. Wooyoung follows after you whistling some song you don't recognize. They lead to you what's essentially a giant closet with tons of clothes sprawled all over the place. "Am I getting a new wardrobe?" You ask with a chuckle. Yoesang disappears into the clothes to find something for you to wear while Wooyoung reclines on a pile of coats. "Of course. You can't walk around Utopia like that. You'll stick out like a sore thumb. You need to blend in." Wooyoung explains, sorting through a box of jewelry he picked up from the floor. "Are your ears pierced? Earrings would look nice on you." He muses holding up a huge gold piece. "No... uhm what do you mean blend in." You asked rubbing your ear lobe, worried. "You look like a civilian! You need to look like a pirate, like a member of the Illusion." He elaborated. He looked up from where he was admiring the earring. "Do you want your ears pierced? Yunho is really good at it." He offered and you shook your head quickly. You were saved from the offer of more piercings by Yeosang returning with a set of clothes in his arms. "Here try these on, I'll see if I can find you some boots." You started to strip your shirt off but suddenly remember Wooyoung is still in the room. "Uhhh, would you mind?" "Nope, go right ahead." You rolled your eyes at his response and lobbed a shoe you found nearby at his head. "Fine, fine, I'll give you some privacy." He said with a chuckle and disappeared into the clothes as well. You got changed quickly, in case Wooyoung decided to come back and have a peak. Yeosang had picked out a simple outfit, a loose white shirt and brown pants that were just the right size for you to squeeze into. There was also a belt with an obscenely large buckle that you tucked the front half of the shirt into. Yoesang and Wooyoung reappeared with a set of boots similar to Hongjoong's, ending just below knee height. You slipped them on and did a little spin so the pirates could get a good look at you. "So, do I look like a pirate?" You ask, and Yeosang nods. "Even better, you look like one of us." Wooyoung answered. The three of you headed back out to the deck where most of the others had changed back into their raid outfits you remembered from the Amaryllis. Yunho came over and offered you a plain dagger. "Woah, are you sure about that?" You startle at the sight of the weapon. "Yes, I'm sure. It'll look weird if you aren't armed, and I don't think you can aim a plasma pistol. Besides, Hongjoong said you should be able to defend yourself if the need arises." He shrugged, flipping the blade around in his hand and showing you how to fasten it to your belt. "Thanks." you whisper and Yunho salutes jokingly before returning below deck. "Captain! I've got eyes on Utopia!" Mingi yells from the crow's nest, and everyone begins scrambling around to secure the the  Illusion to dock.   With nothing else for you to do, you go and sit with Seonghwa and Hongjoong, watching the navigator bring the ship into port. Hongjoong looks the same as the night you first met him, terrifying and deadly. You hadn't really looked at the crew of the Illusion too much until recently and you'd noticed they were all very attractive. You hadn't had the chance to gaze at Hongjoong the way you had the others, and you took the current opportunity to do so. You were finding that he was also extremely attractive, especially when he posed with one foot propped up on the railing. "Watch this." Seonghwa whispered to you and gave the ship's wheel a hard turn. The Illusion lurched to the right and Hongjoongbwas thrown off balance, falling on his back. You both snickered, but quickly sobered up when you saw Hongjoong's prosthetic transform from hand to cannon. "Sorry, Captain. Bunch of sky boarders up ahead." Seonghwa lied, trying to stifle his laughter. Hongjoong growled and began to make his way down from the helm to the deck. "Put on the auto park and meet us down on the deck." He muttered as he passed. Seonghwa pressed a series of buttons before slinging his arm over your shoulders and bringing you down to the deck with him. Everyone is gathered on the deck, skyboards waiting for them. You've never been on one before and were more than a little bit terrified of riding one. Airships were one thing, but skyboards were easy to fall off of with deadly consequences. "We can't just use the gangplank or something?" You ask nervously. It earns you a round of chuckles from the pirates as they ready their boards. "The outer rim of Utopia is fairly deteriorated from multiple crashes and disrepair. As you would expect, pirates aren't always recruiting top pilots from the  academy. And infrastructure projects aren't that popular when you add up the costs." Mingi points out, which makes sense. "So we use the boards to get up to the station." Yunho adds. "There's no other way to get over there? Nothing safer?" You tried, eyeing the boards with distrust. San stared at you in astonishment. "You stood up to a crew of dread pirates, survived negotiations with our captain, and nearly escaped from the ship." He deadpanned. "You jumped out a fucking window." Yeosang adds. "And you mean to tell me that you're too afraid to ride a sky board?" The crew started laughing again like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. "It's fine. We don't have an extra board, so you can ride with me." Wooyoung says, patting his board lovingly. "Wait, who said Y/N was riding with you? They're riding with me." Jongho butted in. "Why would they ride with you? We're closer." Seonghwa argued. Hongjoong whistled loudly before his crew could fall into a full on arguement over who got to ride with you. "They're riding with me. Shut up and get ready to go." He said, finishing the discussion. He waved you over to him and his board. You meandered over timidly, eyeing the aircraft suspiciously. "If I'd known you were so afriad of sky boarding maybe I could have gotten you in line faster." He muttered, adjusting the sail on his board. "Here, hand me that rope." You handed him the rope and watched as he looped it twice between the sail and the mast. "Come here." He beckoned, and you stepped onto the board tentatively. "It won't bite." He chuckled and wrapped the rest of the rope around your waist. He stepped onto the board behind you, chest lined up against you back. One of his arms looped around your waist and held you against him while the other held the rudder. You junped when you felt him whisper in your ear "Hold on tight. And don't look down." Hongjoong started up the motor and the board lifted into the air and soared over the edge of the Illusion. You yelped, clinging onto Hongjoong as he chuckled in your ear. "Don't worry little one, I've got you." He says and if you weren't terrified you might have scoffed. Who was he to call you little? As it was, you couldn't do anything but grip his coat and bury your face in his chest. He banked a hard right turn and you felt yourself fall into the turn and yelped, clinging tighter to Hongjoong. He rolled his eyes as he leveled the board. "Don't choke me. If I pass out you'll have to drive." He points out. You slacken your grip slightly as Hongjoong pulls up to the port. He steps down from the board before untying you and helping you down as well. "Stay close, and don't speak to anyone unless spoken to." Hongjoong whispers and you don't even think of disobeying him. The crew of the Illusion was one thing, but Utopia was like walking into a viper's den. The place was crawling with people of varying states of drunkenness. The presence of Hongjoong and the other crew members at least gave you some sense safety. You stay no less than two steps behind Hongjoong as he walks through the city, slowing leading you all towards the center. You try not to flinch when you hear the sound of glass shattering and pistols firing shots. Mingi and Yunho flank you on either side as you head towards.... well where are you going? "Hongjoong, where are we going?" Hongjoog sighs, but doesn't slow his walking speed. "I thought I said not to speak unless spoken to." "That applied to you too?" You hear Jongho snicker behind you and Seongjwa saves Hongjoong some piece of mind by answering for him. "Pirates aren't very particular to kings, but we needed some form of government in order to coexist in Utopia." You look up at him confused. "Are you saying there's some kind of pirate congress?" "Yes, and our Hongjoongie here has a seat at the table. Since he's here he has to go explain why he's seeking refuge until things blow over with the mariners." He continues. You can now see what must be the 'congress building' looming in the distance. It's the bold mariner base from before Utopia became a haven for pirates. The windows are boarded up and the building has obviously seen better days, but it looks about right for the seat of pirate government. The doors seem to have been blown off, probably back during the original mutiny. A long poorly lit hallway leads to a large conference room absolutely packed to the brim with pirates. If the people outside the congress were scary, the ones inside were terrifying. You recognized half the faces from various wanted posters back home and knew the bounty for most present was above one million credits. Anyone that had stories told about them in the dead of night was sitting at that table. And you followed Hongjoong around the edge to take his seat in his chair, standing slightly behind him and avoiding every eye in the room. "Hongjoong, so nice of you to join us." One of the other captain's spoke up. "I'd like to say it's a pleasure Jiho, but it isn't, so I won't." Hongjoong replied. "Well if you're not here on a social call, why are you here?" A female pirate asked. "I need to lay low for a couple of weeks. We have a mishap on Lemba and the mariners are on high alert." Hongjoong explained and you flinched. "A mishap? That wouldn't have anything to do with the new addition to your crew would it?" Another captain said, smirking at you. You shrunk further behind Hongjoong's chair to hide from his sleazy look. "Maybe so." "Would it have anything to do with your attack on that passenger ship? I thought you were after the big haul." Jiho asked, and you suddenly saw where this conversation was going. They wanted to know who you were, and they wanted to know if you could steer them towards that Kryn tribute ship. Hongjoong's demeanor changed quickly from bored and relaxed to rather aggressive. His prosthetic transformed from arm to cannon once again, and you were starting to think it was instinctual whenever Hongjoong got upset. "I'd appreciate you not trying to undermine my business ventures. Just so we don't have a repeat of the Belovia incident." Hongjoong growled. Your eyes widened as you recalled the stories you'd heard about the Belovia. A merchant ship, heavy with expensive fabrics and rich food had been ransacked originally by the crew of the Star Chaser. However, Hongjoong had then stolen the cargo from that crew,.taking it for himself. And sent a few of the Star Chaser's crew to meet their maker. The other pirates around the table muttered unhappily at the prospect of having their hauls stolen by Kim Hongjoong and company. "Well, all in favor of granting Hongjoong asylum, say 'Aye!" A chorus of 'aye's rose from the table and the captains stood to leave, the meeting adjourned. Well, at least pirate politics weren't time consuming. "We'll see you tonight at the Crooked Bow?" Jiho asked, extending an olive branch. Hongjoong smiled. "It's not a night in Utopia without a trip to the Crooked Bow." The nine of you left the meeting a walked halfway across Utopia to an inn Hongjoong decided was secure enough to stay for the two weeks you'd be on Utopia. Two weeks? It hadn't even been a day and you were exhausted from being constantly scared. After deciding on roommates (a difficult task solved only by Hongjoong declaring that you would be sleeping in his room) you were hard set on passing the fuck out. Until San came by your room on the way out and begged you to come out to the Crooked Bow with the rest of them. You eventually conceded because San always got what he wanted. Hongjoong had griped something about wanting to get wasted and not have to babysit, but you ignored it. The Crooked Bow turned out to be a bar, which wasn't surprising. And it seemed nearly every pirate in Utopia was out to have a drink. You started the night with San and Wooyoung filling you up with as much alcohol as you could bear, and then switched to dancing and singing loudly with Jonho and Yunho. At one point you caught sight of Yeosang chugging pints against a man double his size. Eventually, your large intake of alcohol caught up to you and you stumbled away from the crowd to find a bathroom. You really should have listened to Hongjoong's advice and brought one of the crew with you. Because when you exited the bathroom you found yourself shoved up against a wall painfully. You squinted through your drunk haze as managed to recognize the man from the congress meeting, the sleazy one. You panicked at the feeling of a cold pistol barrel shoved against your stomach. "You know where that Kryn ship will be don't you? You're what Hongjoong attacked that passenger vessel for. He wouldn't have kept someone like you around if you weren't valuable." he slurred, pressing the gun into your hip harder. You struggled, trying to push the man away, but you were too weak and drunk to put up much of a fight. "Hongjoong!" You managed to squeak out, and the pirate added pressure to your windpipe. "The docking schedule. What is it?" He growled and you clawed desperately at his hand to try and get him to release your throat. "Get your filthy fucking hands off of them." You sighed in relief when you heard Hongjoong's voice, snarling at the other pirate captain. He drug the man away from you and handed him off to Jonho by the collar. The youngest member of your little crew had a mean glint in his eye. You almost felt bad for that man. You'd seen what level of strength Jongho was capable off. Hongjoong steered you back to the table you'd all been sitting at at the beginning of the night and sat down, pulling you down into his lap. "What did I say about staying close, hmm?" he whispered, and you shivered when his breathe fanned over your neck. "You don't listen very well do you?" he added, wrapping his arms around you ro pull you closer. Your hands were trapped between your chest and Hongjoong's and you stared down at him blankly. For a moment the two of tou just stared at each other stupidly, and the next the thing you knew, Hongjoong's mouth was on yours, kissing you hungrily. And that's the last thing you remember from that night.

"I told you. Look, don't they look cute together?" You graoned, waking up with a splitting headache for the second time in less than a week. "Oh oh, Y/N is waking up! Shhh!" And for the second time you blinked your eyes open to find seven pirates staring back at you. "The fuck..." oh your mouth tasted awful. "Always cursing first thing. Did you have fun last night? I hope you guys played safely." Wooyoung said, hiding a giggle behind his hand. You moved as if to launch yourself at Wooyoung, but something held you down, pulling you back to the bed. The others laughed as you bounced back onto the mattress and were pulled closer into someone's arms. You looked over to see Hongjoong, fast asleep. He was still wearing his pants and coat, but his shirt was missing. Well, missing wasn't quite the right word because you were wearing Hongjoong's shirt. In fact, it was the only thing you were wearing. Hongjoong had his arms wrapped around your waist and your legs were tangled together. You looked up at the rest of the crew from underneath your awful bedhead. "What did I do last night?"

[beet-rootesoupevodkabanya]

Teen military AU. Part 3.

TW: Underaged sex scene (between 13y.o. and 17 y.o.if to be exact).

13 years old Private Katsuki had the most important aim ever. For a month already he did his best to seduce his Snow God and commander. Victor never refused caress and cuddles. They did a lot of things already. Pleased each other, made out heavily and slept naked together every night. But still Yuuri wanted more. He was longing to belong to his Snow King with flesh and blood. Completely. He desired to die for this man, to spill own blood for him, to be devoured by him and dissolve in every cell of his admired body and soul. To say it in material measures - he wanted to make love. White shirt from the ceremonial uniform was still warm and smelled with Victor's perfume. Yuuri took it on on the naked body, stealing his precious warmth from the white fabric. He liked to do it. To undress first and try Snow King's clothes on. Victor laughed tenderly every time. And it always ended up with making out. In shower or right where they were. Boy set on the bed on his knees. Wrapping himself in this shirt and staring how his young commander undressed. Beautiful enough to watch eternally... The belt with ceremonial guns laid on sheets near Yuuri.

[It will be plan B if plan A won't work...]

Boy reached for his King and pulled unbuttoned pants, making him to step closer. Small hand sneaked under the fringe of Victor's underwear. Yuuri leaned to his abdomen with a cheek looking in icy-blue eyes from beneath. With that puppy expression always able to melt the heart of the winter. Major Nikiforov caressed dark locks and set on the carpet in front of Yuuri. To hug him and kiss his lips. - U had a tough day, малыш. Let's rest for now. And when U feel better, we can do everything U want. - Victor tenderly ruffled Yuuri's hair.

[U always say this, Снежный! And never do what I really want the most! U always stop a halfway!!!]

Yuuri pouted lips. Offended and playful at the same time. His beautiful commander always refused to fuck him. They did all possible sexual stuff already. But Victor always refused to put it in, explaining it with the difference in their bodies caused by age and national heritage. He always said it can be painful. But it was exactly what Yuuri wanted.

The day happened to be really tough. It was the first official celebration Yuuri had to take part in. At first he was happy of course. The idea to follow the youngest high officer to the place he saw only on tv before exited Yuuri... Until he really stepped to that fucking Hall. So many people were there... And they all wanted to steal his Snow God!!!! They tried to talk, to make photos, to drag Major Nikiforov far from him... Private Katsuki glared at this crowd spending inhuman efforts to hold back tears and to suppress two crazy wishes: to stab them all and to fall on the floor and cling to Victor's knees crying and screaming "Don't abandon me!!!!" Panic attack was close, stuck in the throat with a suffocating knot, when thin, cold fingers firmly laid on his shoulder. Snow King pulled Yuuri closer and smiled to him: - It's fine. I'm here. It was said not so quietly. Others could hear it. But Major Nikiforov obviously didn't mind. And the rest of the evening they walked intertwining fingers and Victor didn't let Yuuri distant from him even for a second. Anxiety mixed with happiness... Yuuri clung to the commander's sleeve, glaring at others even more jealously. How dare they to look at HIS King??? And when some unknown for Yuuri guy asked why Major's hand doesn't leave boy's body, Victor with deadly serious look answered: - I always keep my best armor in my hands. I even sleep with it. Then seized gasping and puzzled boy on arms and went to the balcony. There they looked in each other's eyes and laughed. Victor gently touched Yuuri's cheek and explained he noticed boy's uneasy condition from the very beginning. They spent the rest of the celebration time, walking in the yard and kissing. Yuuri was happy of course. But what he really, badly needed for now - was a chance to underline how huge is the difference between what he has with his Winter Lord and what other could have. To be exact - he wanted to have sex.

[Plan A failed. Well, sir... It was your choice...]

Boy slowly pulled the gun out of the holster. Staring right into Victor's eyes. It could look threatening. But somehow every slow, almost devoted touch of little fingers on the metal left no doubts in it's sensual subtext. Boy dragged black glock over his exposed skin, touching thigh, arousal, abdomen, chest, neck. And stopped, leaning to the cold steel with the mouth: - If my Yuki no Kami-sama rejected me, what else is left for me?... This was said in almost tragic intonation. For a second splinters of the northern sky were even puzzled. (Like "What if he really could try to shoot himself? No. Not with this playful eyes of him... And who on the Earth would do it without pants anyway?...") Boy's mouth covered the metal of the glock, moving forward. Then - returned to the previous state, just touching the gunpoint with lips. And repeated it all again. Being already not just red but crimson, Snow King gasped. Somewhere deep inside he was even glad he already set on the carpet. Not so far to fall... Yuuri's tongue slightly entered the black hole, explored a scratching bulge of the sight and slowly slid a smooth and uneven side until reached the trigger. There wet muscle wrapped around hard steel and returned from the other side. Yuuri smiled, not taking his eyes off of icy-blue frosted gems even for a second. Opened the shirt wide and laid a hand on his already responding arousal. Snow King's mouth dried. He tried to gasp for air but it wasn't so easy... His little, sweet, naive Yuuri pleased himself in less then a meter from him. And sucked his gun. And to be honest, Victor didn't know where to look first... To these still childish lips exploring the steel so softly but intensively. Or to the boy's palm that squeezed his wet arousal several times and covered with own wetness fingers searched lower... Reached the entrance and sneaked in stretching it a bit wider. If Yuuri could sneak into Commander's unbuttoned pants at that moment he would find out how tormenting was the tightness he caused. And how wet the underwear already became. And very possibly boy would cum from this very fact. - Yuu-uri... - Snow King voice was hoarse and trembling. Cold fingers laid on smooth milky-white thigh. Shivering from tormenting efforts not to loose control: - D-don't do this without lube... He blushed even more, cursing mentally.

[Does this boy even realize how close he is to be taken right now? My self-control isn't... Ahhh!!! Whom do I try to fool??? He realizes it even better then me!!!!! Yuuri... Do U really need us to go all the way? Even if it'll be painful? Is it how U can feel reassured in being special? If U are so jealous, will this ease your doubts?]

Small fingers intertwined with Victor's. Boy grinned mischievously: - Did I do wrong? Then do it right for me, my Yuki no Kami-sama... He leaned forward almost touching commander's lips with his: - If U love me, U will fuck me now. It was supposed to sound hot and tempting but turned out to be desperate. Behind playful honey sparkles oozed out a fear. To be abandoned. To feel alone. Almost bestiary, wild fear. That can't be influenced by words. Only by the physical contact.

[If I won't accept his invitation, he will feel rejected. Unloved. Not good enough to be desired. It's much worse then a risk of possible physical pain...]

Major Nikiforov cupped boy's face moving closer. To make his lips tickle Yuuri's when he talked: - I love U. Let's do it. But promise me one thing... - Mmmm? - boy sneaked out of the shirt. It couldn't compete the warmth of Snow King's body so close to his. - Promise me U will tell me immediately if U feel something wrong... Or... Uncomfortable. The entire hell blinked in black pupils of boy's eyes. The weirdest mixture of dirty excitement, victory and still absolutely naive happiness of a child who was finally accepted at the adult party. Snow King reached for the lube in the nightstand. He looked away only for a second. But when he turned back this little demon already stayed at his knees and elbows. Smiling suggestively Yuuri licked his fingers and moved his hips, stretching the entrance again: - Don't let me hurt myself. Yuki no Kami-sama. I want to be hurt by U only...

[Is it an attempt to kill me or what??? U, beast!!!!]

How was Snow King managed to blush more although his face was already burning, stayed unknown. But he was... Blood thudded in his ears. The world around swirled into a blizzard of embarrassment and desire. Victor crawled to the bed close to Yuuri. Slippery substance on his fingers was warm enough already. He stroke boy's back with his free hand. And it turned out to be much more lustful than he wanted... Yuuri of course felt the difference. Arched his back moaning and rising hips higher. Victor kissed his waist and applied lube to the entrance. His finger was met with boy's roaring moan and almost aggressive thirsts of his hips. To meet the intrusion. Small fingers clenched sheets. This wasn't the first time also. They already did this when Yuuri asked too intensively to be taken by his Snow God. When hands and mouths over the entire bodies of each other weren't enough. The first time he did that to Yuuri, boy got almost crazy, screaming and scratching his back. But didn't calm down. Absolutely opposite. That time he begged to continue, smearing traces of own release over them both. And nearly crying begged his King to use his body to have a pleasure himself. They ended up with Victor laying behind his little Yuuri and moving his hardness between boy's tightly pressed thighs. Then Yuuri for rather long rubbed with his back against the toned body of the young Polar Death, slowly gathered and licked his cum, and murmured indecent words about how good it was but how much better it could be if to repeat it again but this time "like adults". Small hand pulled Victor's pants, worldlessly asking to take them off. To take away everything separating them... Telling the truth Snow King almost forgot what exactly causes this discomfort on his lower regions... The rest of clothes fell to the side. Yuuri sobbed impatiently. Boy's fingers joined Victor's inside his still tight entrance, forcing him to stretch it, not just thirst in order to please him: - U won't fool me anymore, my Yuki no Kami-sama... Snow King dropped his head between boy's shoulder blades. Every exhale went out with a husky moan. He was painfully hard already. And despite of all doubts it was stupid to deny - he wanted it. Badly. As much as Yuuri did. Tiny frames under his hands shouldn't give such feelings... Shouldn't make all the body throb and fall from heat to fever and back. Shouldn't wake up weird desires to possess and to belong, to devote and to devour... But they did... Although... Regardless of physical form Lord of Winter would always fall for the black abyss. The only one who has a right to embrace the Polar Star is the darkest void of the eternal night. Victor's personal little darkness fell with his chest on the bed and pulled him closer: - Pleeeease... Siiiiiiir... Snow King chocked with air helplessly realizing that he is loosing control... He applied some lube on himself in hurry. Dug fingers into milky-white skin, spreading boy's buttocks more and put it in. The rest of his [ultimate] self-control was spent on two things: not to cum when small body in front of him frosted for some moments and then jerked back with a scream. To meet him. And not to rush into wild race that his little crazy demon tried to provoke. Victor's temperance was enough for two more slow moves in and out... Picture in front of him was tormenting for the one who doesn't plan to let own body go freely. Yuuri spread himself on sheets, digging nails into the fabric. Raised hips more with every thirst arching his back and begged (or demanded?) with half-lidded eyes: - More... More... More... Snow King covered small boy's arousal with one palm and cupped his cheek with another one. Yuuri's nails dug into porcelain wrist, he clung to this hand with a cheek, drooling saliva while sloppily kissed it and tried to suck fingers. How does ice break? Almost invisibly under the soft snow cover. With nearly inaudible crack it falls into the black depth. And there's no way to get out. Snow King fell on boy's back with his chest, intensifying moves. Somewhere in the corner of his mind he still realized he thirst too fast and too heavy. But this realization was confronted by the feeling how Yuuri tossed under him, trying to make it deeper. How their screams entangled. How boy's teeth painfully dug into his hand making him even more excited. And how the hardness in his hand throbbed, dripping with pre-cum more and more. It was check mate. Silver rain tossed on Yuuri's shoulders, falling on the bed, covering his face. Releasing white hand from teeth (he almost cum feeling a drop of blood in the mouth), boy blindly grabbed silver locks pulling his Snow King even closer and jerking hips more. This bitten arm wrapped around Yuuri's chest, teasing nipples with random touch and squeezed ribs, roughy pulling boy to meet intense intrusions. It was partly painful - this tight hold and wild, uncontrollable thirsts. And even more pleasant because of it. Boy's desperate scream echoed in Victor's ears. Tiny hardness in his palm twitched intensively, releasing hot, a bit sticky liquid. Tight muscles had been squeezing Snow Kings arousal again and again in frantic, repeated throbs. This unexpectedly fast response of Yuuri's little body caused a predictable reaction. Snow King came inside. Screaming, or better to say roaring and digging teeth into boy's shoulder blade. He fell on sheets half-conscious, blindly grabbed his little Kay into a tight embrace and pressed him to the heart. Boy's chest still shook in frantic breathing. When black lashes shivered, opening two glades into darkest night, Snow King didn't remember anymore about difference in age (not so big...) and life experience (unspeakably huge) or about any previous doubts. Because the black depth of the Arctic Ocean sparkled with happiness. Unexpectedly mature, possessive and jealous happiness. - I love U. Yuki no Kami-sama. - Yuuri exhaled it almost inaudibly, clinging to his King. Victor covered chapped lips with the most tender kiss: - Love U too, малыш... Солнышко мое...

And then he noticed it. Small trace of blood on them both. - Yuuri!!!! Yuuri, are U hurt???? Why didn't U tell me??? Why... What... What do we... Never before Snow King panicked this much in his full of battles and death life... - Wow... - his mischievous boy stretched himself on sheets, leaning closer. And possessively laid a hand on commander's butt. Black eyes narrowed sparkling with weird, satisfied victory: - It's the best... Warm mouth leaned to Snow King's lips, inhaling his breath with a kiss. Not letting him say a word. Until he surrendered into thin boy's arms. - I'm sorry, Yuuri... - Victor's voice was helplessly guilty . - Does it hurt? Why didn't U tell me to stop?.. - Because I didn't want U to stop... - insane black abyss stared in splinters of northern sky - I wanted it to be like this. If it's painful, then it's real... He cupped still burning Victor's cheeks: - Now I KNOW U love me... Snow King shook his head with hopelessly defenseless look. And wrapped his crazy little Kay into soft, protective embrace. If to think logically, it can't be even a bit serious harm. And his never mistaken six-sense told him: this is only the beginning of how much more intense his beloved Kay really is gonna be...