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“How was your trip?”
“Uneventful at best. I wish you had been there with me.”
“We’re together now, aren’t we?”
Jon smiled, and Damian’s heart threatened to jump out of his chest. He truly loved that smile, almost as much as he loved the man grinning at him right now.
“I guess we are, my love.”
Then, the smile turned into a smirk and Jon moved quickly. Before Damian could understand what happened, his beloved was kissing him softly. Jon wrapped his arms around his waist, keeping the both of them close to the other. The gunslinger could only smile back against the other’s lips, his hands going in Jon’s hair and playing with the black curls.
He loved it when his sorcerer kissed him like that, like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
In Damian’s case, it might have been true. The only time he ever smiled like he wanted to, and felt that raging feeling that burned at his heart in what he was sure some called happiness, was when Jon was next to him.
And then, there was that gaping hole in his very soul that was only ever filled when Jonathan kissed him, when he was in his beloved’s strong arms and knew the world would never catch up to them from where they were, protected by the love the two of them shared.
He knew some would say that Jon and him were being foolish. Or that maybe they were possessed. But he couldn’t care less about their small minds and their judgments.
How could they not see that what Jon and he had was exactly like their own relationship? How could they not understand that this was just as right as a love between man and woman? How could they say that his love for Jon was wrong, when nothing had ever felt as right?
It had taken a while for Damian to understand that his feelings were not a curse. Jon was the one who showed him that loving another man was nothing to be ashamed of. When they had met, on this exact same spot, the sorcerer was traveling to a small village nearby and Damian was taking care of some monster that had been scaring said village for over a month.
That moment their eyes met across the river, both standing on different sides of the water, it had been like the earth had stopped all together. Well, at least that was what Damian had felt happened. The man in front of him was truly the most beautiful and handsome being he had ever seen in his short life.
Now, almost three years and so many days and nights spent together later, they were in love, and no longer had any secret for each other. Damian was pretty sure his lover knew him better than he did himself.
Their feelings had grew, and their love with it, each day that passed them by. Damian was truly grateful to Jon. The man had teach him how to accept who he truly was, and never left his side once in almost 4 years. His love for him was the only good thing in Damian’s life that did not came with a price, rather a win. After all, he had found the man of his dreams, didn’t he?
Well, that was almost true. There was a price to his relationship with Jon, a price that came in the form of his family’s rejection. If any of his gunslinger siblings were to learn he was dating a sorcerer, either they’d disown him or forbid him from ever seeing Jon again, which ever seemed more fitting as punishment in their eyes.
All in all, they would not tolerate his union with Jon. Maybe the fact that he was a man would have slide if he also hadn’t been a sorcerer, and a powerful one at that.
It wasn’t like Damian had fell in love with the dark sorcerer either, but that wouldn’t make much difference to his father. For his family, a sorcerer was someone that could not be trusted, their magics making them unpredictable at best, and dangerous when one had a goal in mind. Richard always said that a man with ambition was a man that should not be messed with. Damian had been thought, a long time ago, that for magic users, the end always justify the means.
What he had come to understand on his own, was that it was not different at all for the gunslingers.
“Damian?”
“Hmm?”
“You seemed lost in your thoughts. Is everything all right?”
Jon’s worry brought a smile to his lips. It always made all his troubles go away, that loving stare. And that was exactly why he didn’t care about what his family would do if they learned about them. Jon was all worth it, he knew he was. He had to be, because Damian loved him more than he loved anything else on this Earth.
With his head clear of any worries once again, Damian answered him with a kiss on his lips, having to stand on the tip of his toes to do so. God, why did Jon had to be so tall?
“Yes, everything is perfect. I was just thinking about how it would be nice if you weren’t so god damn tall.”
“Hey, I might be a bit taller than the average man, but you really are small, you know?”
“Jonathan Kent, you better take that back! I am not small!”
“Oh, really? Then, how would you describe your height, if I may ask?”
“I am… what is it Drake always says… oh, yes, I am ‘fun size’!”
They were both laughing so hard by the end of their rant Jon almost fell over into the water. When Damian pushed him with a big grin on his face, however, he did fell, the cold water soaking through his pants. But he could not even begin to be bothered, not when his soulmate looked so utterly happy and carefree. His mind was finally far away from all of his family’s trouble.
That was worth a slight cold and a change of clothes, didn’t it?
Damian’s surprised scream when he found himself sprawled on top of a smirking Jon in the icy water was everything the sorcerer needed to be happy, even though he would nerve admit it to anyone let alone himself. He did had a bad reputation to keep, after all.
A reputation that he was always free of when he held Damian in his arms like this.
Damian’s love for him truly was priceless, and that’s what made the tanned young man the only one Jon could ever hold dear in his cold, black heart.