Promises That We Keep
They make love within two years of knowing each other.
'Make love'. What an innocent term. Not once, in his past life, had he ever thought of it like that. To him, then, it had just been 'sex'. Something to did when he either had nothing else to do, or when stress just couldn't be relieved by a quick abduction and a shiny little set of knives.
Then again, Ienzo does a lot of things to him, makes him think about a lot of things, that simply had no chance of being born in his old world. Ienzo is special.
Then again... He's known that ever since the Heartless first appeared, nervous and foreign and beautiful, inside of the prison medical office.
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He's a virgin Voxden thinks to himself, feeling dizzy and excited and scared as he stares at the Heartless, amazed that he can still stand. He has to be, no one... No one who wasn't could stand like that, look like that, be so, so nervous, and and... I... I couldn't ******** bear it if I wasn't his first.
He probably doesn't even have any idea how wonderful and arousing he looks right then, with that vivid red burning its away across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and how one arm is crossed across his chest to hold onto his other ankle, and how his eyelashes brush against his skin... s**t. Voxden isn't sure if he wants to get on his knees and worship Ienzo, or push him down against the bed, take the beauty, hear it twist into something provocative and sinfully divine.
Shyly, Ienzo peers up at him from behind his hair, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, bite them, nervous habits that don't help soothe Voxden's arousal. "I..." He hesitates, and only stands there for a moment more, devoid of his coat made of shadows and now bare before Voxden, in just that white button-up and his purple slacks. It's the most naked Voxden's ever seen him, and the Nobody is still somewhat reeling from the fact that soon, Ienzo won't even be wearing anything at all. "I've never done... anything like this... before, I don't..." As if worried of finding disappointment in his lover's face, Ienzo glances shamefully to the side. "I don't..."
Yes, yes yes yes, this moment is mine, no one else's, mine- "It's alright," Voxden whispers, feeling his throat shake and the vibrations carry on to his voice. "It's... I'll lead, please, I will, I just want.."
I just want you. I just want to feel you, taste you, to be yours. Don't take this away from me, please...
Gently, he takes Ienzo's pale but warm hands in his, guides him to the motel bed. It's their place of hiding, tonight, but also more, and Voxden marvels at how special an event can happen in the most average of places. "Don't worry," he whispers, begs, as he pushes Ienzo down into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "Please." Carefully, as if one false move could break the world, he gets down on his knees, and his fingers slip to the inside of Ienzo's thighs. "I'll make this so good, I swear." As he pushes Ienzo's legs apart, he notices how the other's hands have fisted tightly into the sheets. Once Voxden has inched forward, his fingers rubbing circles onto Ienzo's legs, he glances up- and almost moans at Ienzo's expression. The Heartless' eyes are half-closed as he stares down at him, mouth open ever so slightly so that air puffs out. That one look shows more arousal than the bulge in his pants could ever reveal, and Voxden shudders just at the sight of both.
His moment. His night. His Ienzo.
Pushing himself up, Voxden at the same time presses a hand against Ienzo's shoulder to push him down. "I won't let you regret it," he whispers into his ear. "I won't, I'll- It'll feel so good, I promise, I won't let it hurt, never, never- Ienzo-"
"You won't?" Ienzo stares up at him, still blushing, shivering because Voxden is. He looks confused, lost, his golden eyes ever bright as his brow wrinkles in worry. A flash of white teeth appear again to nibble at his lip, and Voxden is unable to resist this time; moaning, he leans down, captures that mouth for himself as his elbows prop him up on the mattress. Their kisses are desperate, pleading, like they'll never have a chance like this again. With his fingers digging into the mattress even harder, Ienzo arches up against Voxden, tongue sweeping past another before he breaks the kiss. "You won't," he repeats softly, this time without the question, and untangles his fingers from the sheets so that they can rake through Voxden's hair, down his back as they press against one another, rub, grind, love-
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Ienzo doesn't cry his name when he comes.
He only gasps, sobs, moans in ecstasy as he rides that euphoric feeling for as long as he can, pressing against Voxden's wet body. When they're both done, they remain like that for a moment longer, Ienzo's arms wrapped around Voxden's neck like a noose while the Nobody remains buried deep within him. Voxden can feel how terribly both of them are shaking, and Ienzo's soft breath feels sharp against his ear. Finally- "V-Voxden..."
"Did I hurt you!?" Panicked, worried, oh-so desperate, Voxden pulls away, let's Ienzo rest against the mattress. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you alright? I..." He trials off as Ienzo shakes his head.
"No, it..." Ienzo stares up at him in a dazed kind of awe, damp hair swept back yet still curling around his face. Gently, he reaches up, traces the curve of Voxden's jaw. "It was wonderful..." He smiles, then, softly and innocently and tired. "You were wonderful." Despite how tired he is, Ienzo pushes himself up and lays a chaste kiss on Voxden's lips. "Thank you."
With what energy he has left, Voxden carries Ienzo bridal style to the bathroom, and prepares a heated bath for his young lover. As he lies in the warm waters, Voxden promises him everything, his love and already-gone heart most of all. Nothing shall stand in the boy's way- Not if Voxden has a say in it. As far as the Nobody's concerned... .His body is Ienzo's.
Whether for pleasure or for war.
