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flowerofviridian) wrote2013-01-08 08:29 pm
flowerofviridian) wrote2013-01-08 08:29 pm
SUPER GRATUITOUS OVER INDULGENCE
Fantasy AU fic the grossening part two:
GAYS ARE REALLY FREAKING GAY AND MILDLY NSFW. I told you the next one was make outs.
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It was not as though they had never kissed before.
There had been several, in fact, if you could really call them kisses. Each had come amidst their extra scuffles, always when the knight-in-training was least expecting it.
The very first had been after a particularly strenuous exchange of blows. The apprentice blacksmith had managed to pin the squire against the fence beneath his pole axe, and had looked so smug about it. Before the shorter Ivysaur could force himself free, Vinnie oh-so-casually pressed forward and kissed him boldly on the mouth, hard and fast. The only other time Bulba had been so shocked was when the mysterious friend of his youth had pushed ahead of him and proclaimed himself the prince of the land. To Bulba's own horror, the action had made him squeak a somewhat stifled "vy!" in surprise, and it had not gone unnoticed. That particular scuffle came to an end, cut shorter on account of Vinnie being unable to reel in his laughter.
"That was entirely unfair!" Bulba had protested after him, quite red in the face.
"You need to be prepared for anything, or you'll get yourself killed," Vinnie had quipped back with a rogue's grin.
Different days brought different kisses, each as unexpected as the last, and each was somewhat different from another. Some were quick little pecks, hardly a touch. Others were softer, almost gentle despite the context. What Bulba noticed, or what he thought he noticed, was that with each different kiss they seemed to… linger. For just a breath. Maybe more. Or perhaps that was just his imagination.
The other thing he had noticed was that he found himself looking forward to them. It was a strange feeling that curled tight in his gut, only to be released in frenzied flutter that spread up the caverns of his chest during their brief moments of touched lips. It'd beg to escape whenever Vinnie pulled away, each time looking at him a little softer than before. ….That might have been his imagination too.
It scared him, a little, but he could not stop those feelings from stirring.
Though as pleased as he might have secretly been whenever Vinnie's surprise attack occurred, Bulba never made it easy for his own wants. As light-hearted as the kisses and their resulting bickering banter may have been, the golden Ivysaur still took each spar incredibly seriously. Vinnie was, despite the circumstances, quite correct: if he was not prepared, it was likely he would fall. Getting pinned meant being that much closer to being dependent on mercy to survive, and not all men (or women) shared a knight's moral code.
And so the touches were few and far between… but it was not as though they had never kissed before, it was true. Yet this was still different. Maybe because it was an evening like any other evening, and something out of place seemed that much more poignant.
They had trained until they were too tired to do much else, and had dragged themselves into Vinnie's tiny abode he called a home. They sat close besides each other on the small bed, their upper garments stripped and tossed across a little wooden chair. The close proximity seemed natural by now as they took turns tending the other's wounds, new and old alike. Vinnie would always frown as he dressed the other saur. Bulba always tended to have more bruises mottling his skin, spending both his days and evenings training under others' assailments.
"Don't overdo it," he would quietly caution as he administered some of the potion salve.
"I won't," was always Bulba's assurance.
While Bulba tended to carry signs of hurt in abundance, Vinnie's always seemed to be worse despite their low number. Nasty bruises, bloody cuts both shallow and deep. Bulba hated to see them, really, knowing that most came from himself. He did not want to hurt him. He really, truly did not. Because of this, his later care for the other boy's hurts were always a bit more tender than they should have been.
That evening was no exception, but it was… different. Bandages were wrapped snugly around the cuts on Vinnie's arm. Bulba's fingers had traveled down the length of his arm, lingering across his wrists. He could feel the red eyes watching him, and his cheeks grew hot as if to match. Bulba did not dare to meet them in the eye just yet. His hands lingered over the other's, almost as if he were going to hold them, but then they were gone and fetching another bandage. For a moment, the shiny Ivysaur thought he heard a sigh. Had it seemed… disappointed? His imagination was really getting away with him. Too much, really.
He turned back towards Vinnie, looking up to meet his face. The older boy was still watching him intently, and they still hadn't said a word. Bulba flicked his eyes to the cut on Vinnie's cheek, and he reached out and gingerly began to clean the wound. It was not as bad as he had feared, short and shallow, and that was good. It did not take long to prep him for the bandage, which was laid carefully across the simple wound. Business was done. And yet…
Bulba's hand lingered, warm and cupped against the other Ivysaur's face. When their foreheads touched, Bulba was not sure. All he was sure about were Vinnie's eyes watching him, and the slight sweetness of his breath. When Bulba kissed him, it surprised them both. It had always been the bolder saur to initiate the kisses, but those had always been across the weapon. Here it was just them, and Bulba's kiss was nothing short of sweet and full of yearning. They had kissed before, but it felt like the first.
He pulled back, nearly flushed pink all the way to his ears over what he had done. All he saw of Vinnie was his broad wolfish grin before the other teen was enthusiastically running his fingers through Bulba's hair and dragging him back for a kiss that was good and proper and rather left Bulba shivering in its wake. All he could do was try to meet it in kind as he wrapped his arms around Vinnie's shoulders, desperately seeking out his strength despite the fact that it was him pulling him into this vulnerability.
"Vinnie--" was all he managed to say when they parted before the other was peppering Bulba's face with tiny smooches. The squire couldn't help but laugh under them as Vinnie traced the frame of his spots. The giggles, however, became quick breaths as Vinnie moved down and began taking eager kisses from Bulba's neck. The squire gasped and his fingers dug in short green hair. Kisses lowered and hands roamed. Bulba found himself with his back against the mattress and Vinnie's mouth hungrily reclaiming his from above him. It was frightening, but he was eagerly pushing up into each touch.
Vinnie sat back in his spot between Bulba's legs, looking down at Bulba as he sunk back against the blanket, breathless and wanting. Vinnie trailed his fingers across his mouth and Bulba kissed them. They traversed the breadth of his chest and Bulba drew in a breath, raising it to meet them. With tender care in each movement, Vinnie skirted his touches barely across the squire's bruises, rousing a soft whine from the boy below him. The older saur raised his eyes for a moment, and suddenly Bulba's hands were guiding Vinnie's palms across his everything with as much passion as his kisses.
"I am not made of glass," Bulba breathed against his ear as he pulled Vinnie back down against him, and it was Vinnie's turn to shiver. He buried his face in Bulba's neck and Bulba stroked his hair, and slowly they began to move against each other.
For now, it was just them. There was no prince to follow. There was no squad of knights to chase anyone away. They only had each other, and that was all the other needed. All they wanted.
When Vinnie took him, Bulba had cried out, and his cries were silenced beneath his kisses. Both pretended not to notice the tears that slipped down Bulba's cheeks as they moved together. Every movement burned. Every touch set them both more on edge. Bulba's fingers dug almost painfully in Vinnie's back as the other kept his firmly tangled in Bulba's hair. Words did not exist between them, save the desperate whispers of each other's names against their skin.
It was rough and it was uncomfortable by virtue of what it was. But it was sweet, and tender as it could be for as long as they could last.
After they had each found their release, Bulba simply laid there panting, his hair strewn about his damp forehead. Vinnie draped over him like a heavy blanket, his own breath hot against Bulba's shoulder. Eventually, he propped himself back up so that he could gaze back down upon his fledgling knight. He reached out and brushed some of Bulba's hair from his face, causing gold eyes to seek him out. This face that he was seeing was his, and his alone, and that pleased him a bit.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured with a bit of Bulba's hair between his fingers.
"I'm hardly beautiful," Bulba mumbled back, almost pouting. What a silly notion.
Vinnie smiled. "No, you're just like a flower." He shifted up for a moment, brushing his lips against the spot on Bulba's forehead as Bulba shut his eyes.
"You're my flower."
Bulba looked at him again, watching him for a moment. Slowly, he brushed his hand across Vinnie's face and drew him closer. He pressed soft kisses across the green spots dotting his brows, smiling lazily against him.
"I'm yours to take."
GAYS ARE REALLY FREAKING GAY AND MILDLY NSFW. I told you the next one was make outs.
---
It was not as though they had never kissed before.
There had been several, in fact, if you could really call them kisses. Each had come amidst their extra scuffles, always when the knight-in-training was least expecting it.
The very first had been after a particularly strenuous exchange of blows. The apprentice blacksmith had managed to pin the squire against the fence beneath his pole axe, and had looked so smug about it. Before the shorter Ivysaur could force himself free, Vinnie oh-so-casually pressed forward and kissed him boldly on the mouth, hard and fast. The only other time Bulba had been so shocked was when the mysterious friend of his youth had pushed ahead of him and proclaimed himself the prince of the land. To Bulba's own horror, the action had made him squeak a somewhat stifled "vy!" in surprise, and it had not gone unnoticed. That particular scuffle came to an end, cut shorter on account of Vinnie being unable to reel in his laughter.
"That was entirely unfair!" Bulba had protested after him, quite red in the face.
"You need to be prepared for anything, or you'll get yourself killed," Vinnie had quipped back with a rogue's grin.
Different days brought different kisses, each as unexpected as the last, and each was somewhat different from another. Some were quick little pecks, hardly a touch. Others were softer, almost gentle despite the context. What Bulba noticed, or what he thought he noticed, was that with each different kiss they seemed to… linger. For just a breath. Maybe more. Or perhaps that was just his imagination.
The other thing he had noticed was that he found himself looking forward to them. It was a strange feeling that curled tight in his gut, only to be released in frenzied flutter that spread up the caverns of his chest during their brief moments of touched lips. It'd beg to escape whenever Vinnie pulled away, each time looking at him a little softer than before. ….That might have been his imagination too.
It scared him, a little, but he could not stop those feelings from stirring.
Though as pleased as he might have secretly been whenever Vinnie's surprise attack occurred, Bulba never made it easy for his own wants. As light-hearted as the kisses and their resulting bickering banter may have been, the golden Ivysaur still took each spar incredibly seriously. Vinnie was, despite the circumstances, quite correct: if he was not prepared, it was likely he would fall. Getting pinned meant being that much closer to being dependent on mercy to survive, and not all men (or women) shared a knight's moral code.
And so the touches were few and far between… but it was not as though they had never kissed before, it was true. Yet this was still different. Maybe because it was an evening like any other evening, and something out of place seemed that much more poignant.
They had trained until they were too tired to do much else, and had dragged themselves into Vinnie's tiny abode he called a home. They sat close besides each other on the small bed, their upper garments stripped and tossed across a little wooden chair. The close proximity seemed natural by now as they took turns tending the other's wounds, new and old alike. Vinnie would always frown as he dressed the other saur. Bulba always tended to have more bruises mottling his skin, spending both his days and evenings training under others' assailments.
"Don't overdo it," he would quietly caution as he administered some of the potion salve.
"I won't," was always Bulba's assurance.
While Bulba tended to carry signs of hurt in abundance, Vinnie's always seemed to be worse despite their low number. Nasty bruises, bloody cuts both shallow and deep. Bulba hated to see them, really, knowing that most came from himself. He did not want to hurt him. He really, truly did not. Because of this, his later care for the other boy's hurts were always a bit more tender than they should have been.
That evening was no exception, but it was… different. Bandages were wrapped snugly around the cuts on Vinnie's arm. Bulba's fingers had traveled down the length of his arm, lingering across his wrists. He could feel the red eyes watching him, and his cheeks grew hot as if to match. Bulba did not dare to meet them in the eye just yet. His hands lingered over the other's, almost as if he were going to hold them, but then they were gone and fetching another bandage. For a moment, the shiny Ivysaur thought he heard a sigh. Had it seemed… disappointed? His imagination was really getting away with him. Too much, really.
He turned back towards Vinnie, looking up to meet his face. The older boy was still watching him intently, and they still hadn't said a word. Bulba flicked his eyes to the cut on Vinnie's cheek, and he reached out and gingerly began to clean the wound. It was not as bad as he had feared, short and shallow, and that was good. It did not take long to prep him for the bandage, which was laid carefully across the simple wound. Business was done. And yet…
Bulba's hand lingered, warm and cupped against the other Ivysaur's face. When their foreheads touched, Bulba was not sure. All he was sure about were Vinnie's eyes watching him, and the slight sweetness of his breath. When Bulba kissed him, it surprised them both. It had always been the bolder saur to initiate the kisses, but those had always been across the weapon. Here it was just them, and Bulba's kiss was nothing short of sweet and full of yearning. They had kissed before, but it felt like the first.
He pulled back, nearly flushed pink all the way to his ears over what he had done. All he saw of Vinnie was his broad wolfish grin before the other teen was enthusiastically running his fingers through Bulba's hair and dragging him back for a kiss that was good and proper and rather left Bulba shivering in its wake. All he could do was try to meet it in kind as he wrapped his arms around Vinnie's shoulders, desperately seeking out his strength despite the fact that it was him pulling him into this vulnerability.
"Vinnie--" was all he managed to say when they parted before the other was peppering Bulba's face with tiny smooches. The squire couldn't help but laugh under them as Vinnie traced the frame of his spots. The giggles, however, became quick breaths as Vinnie moved down and began taking eager kisses from Bulba's neck. The squire gasped and his fingers dug in short green hair. Kisses lowered and hands roamed. Bulba found himself with his back against the mattress and Vinnie's mouth hungrily reclaiming his from above him. It was frightening, but he was eagerly pushing up into each touch.
Vinnie sat back in his spot between Bulba's legs, looking down at Bulba as he sunk back against the blanket, breathless and wanting. Vinnie trailed his fingers across his mouth and Bulba kissed them. They traversed the breadth of his chest and Bulba drew in a breath, raising it to meet them. With tender care in each movement, Vinnie skirted his touches barely across the squire's bruises, rousing a soft whine from the boy below him. The older saur raised his eyes for a moment, and suddenly Bulba's hands were guiding Vinnie's palms across his everything with as much passion as his kisses.
"I am not made of glass," Bulba breathed against his ear as he pulled Vinnie back down against him, and it was Vinnie's turn to shiver. He buried his face in Bulba's neck and Bulba stroked his hair, and slowly they began to move against each other.
For now, it was just them. There was no prince to follow. There was no squad of knights to chase anyone away. They only had each other, and that was all the other needed. All they wanted.
When Vinnie took him, Bulba had cried out, and his cries were silenced beneath his kisses. Both pretended not to notice the tears that slipped down Bulba's cheeks as they moved together. Every movement burned. Every touch set them both more on edge. Bulba's fingers dug almost painfully in Vinnie's back as the other kept his firmly tangled in Bulba's hair. Words did not exist between them, save the desperate whispers of each other's names against their skin.
It was rough and it was uncomfortable by virtue of what it was. But it was sweet, and tender as it could be for as long as they could last.
After they had each found their release, Bulba simply laid there panting, his hair strewn about his damp forehead. Vinnie draped over him like a heavy blanket, his own breath hot against Bulba's shoulder. Eventually, he propped himself back up so that he could gaze back down upon his fledgling knight. He reached out and brushed some of Bulba's hair from his face, causing gold eyes to seek him out. This face that he was seeing was his, and his alone, and that pleased him a bit.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured with a bit of Bulba's hair between his fingers.
"I'm hardly beautiful," Bulba mumbled back, almost pouting. What a silly notion.
Vinnie smiled. "No, you're just like a flower." He shifted up for a moment, brushing his lips against the spot on Bulba's forehead as Bulba shut his eyes.
"You're my flower."
Bulba looked at him again, watching him for a moment. Slowly, he brushed his hand across Vinnie's face and drew him closer. He pressed soft kisses across the green spots dotting his brows, smiling lazily against him.
"I'm yours to take."