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It was your typical nice day outside. A perfect day to ignore how nice it is and stay curled in bed until your body protests and requires you to piss or eat.
In a day as such, Shicmuon woke up with the melodious sound of hummingbirds from outside. The birds were fluttering around the bushes of nectar filled flowers near the window. As serene and pleasant it was to wake up to the sound of birds for most people, Shicmuon was not most people and would have preferred to have no birds encroaching in his window—well not really his window cause he’s sleeping over but you know, close to him when he wakes up. The damn birds were chirping so loudly this early in the morning and it was fucking annoying. He wonders what sound they will make after he sends a little spark of his mana to fry them up. No chirping sound in Earth will wake them up for sure.
He opened his eyes and saw it was not that early after all. The sun was clearly overhead based from the light streaming into the windows. It must be sometime close to noon. He tried to move his heavy limbs from slumber but noticed that his limbs were heavy not because of slumber, but because there was another person cuddled next to him.
It was Rood Chrishi, drooling open mouthed on his right arm without a care in the world. He still managed to look every bit as weak and deceiving as his sick little genius cover in Helios. That probably prevented Shicmuon from shoving the innocent looking man to his side of the bed or more temptingly, to the floor. He wouldn’t really do that in the precarious situation they are in. Not until he knows for sure that the Blackie will not run away—again. Now that he has Rood in his grasp, no drool or bad posture will ever make him go away. That means he will not ever let this man get away from him.
He remembered what happened the night before. He was able to finally fuck the guy after years of chasing after him. They were also able to resolve the tension with their manas. He guesses what was needed was to tire their mana out until there was no more mana to use and every bit was squeezed out. It was the same for their bodies. He can still remember the cool black power that Blow emitted last night that enveloped and entwined with his own. He now felt he was more relaxed than he has ever felt. Maybe it has something to do with Blackie’s cool mana washing over his fiery temper and making him a little bit more agreeable and cool headed.
As he looks at the long haired blond sleeping, he cant help but think that everyone who ever looked up to the Black Magician was in for a big fat disappointment. The type where you can just see their hearts shattering into million pieces from their eyes kind. Those stupid glittery eyes that stare at Blackie while he is cloaked in all that glorious black mana will surely falter and crack when they see their idol looking like such a disappointment. That is wonderful. In fact, he doesn’t want any other eyes ogling his Blackie. But then again, that’s hard to do because this guy simply looks too stupid to ignore. I mean, look at him. He was drooling, a tendril of hair in his mouth, arms splayed over his head, hogging the sheets bunched deliciously on his groin and occupying more than half the bed spread eagled. A few more inches and he would fall off the bed with how the other slept.
Rood doesn’t only look stupid, but is also actually stupid. The guy was struggling from his own mana for months and only made the smartest decision in his life to contact him and invite him here in this house. That talk eventually lead to kissing, sparring, fighting, clawing, pushing, kicking, sucking, fucking and finally, resolving the mana issue.
He combed the tendril of hair away from the younger man’s face. He was not used to having someone beside him waking up in the morning. He wouldn’t think that he would get to see this side of the Blackie because he always had the feeling that he was the kind of person who would disappear when the morning comes. Kinda like a fuck and run kind of person. Most especially from what happened last night. Blackies were always hiding and running away from him.
When he was young, he remembered his pet dog and how it ran away from him. The dog was color black with spots and stupid looking just like this Blackie. The two were very similar in how they love to run away from him.
He really doesn’t know why the dog ran away. He gave it 100% of his attention: played catch with it, wrestled with it, and gave it so much food to the point of it refusing to eat the food he offers. Others were telling him he harassed the shit out of the dog. He was young, so they never really said the word ‘shit’ in front of his face. Just a censored version of ‘shiii—‘ and after a pause and looking left and right making sure his father was not present, the following sharp, saliva spitting ‘—ttt’. But in all honesty, he didn’t really harass his pet while it was shitting. He waited for the dog to do its business alone outside.
Regardless of how he cared so much for the dog, it ran away, disappeared. Somebody said people took pity on the dog and set the poor thing free, saying something how it was born free and is now as free as the wind blows. That poor somebody soon had trouble sitting afterwards when he made his little magic blow freely as the wind when he heard those rumors. Taking out his aggression on that somebody didn’t make him feel better after losing his dog. Now he just settles on making Van’s life miserable from time to time.
He never did find his pet but he remembered one of the adults tell him that if he looked harder, then he could’ve found his pet. Maybe that was the main driving force on why he was so persistent in chasing after the Black Magician despite looking for him everywhere and ‘touring’ places he was last seen. He knows that if he chased him hard enough, he will be his. If he made a big enough scene and taunted the Black Magician, he will show up on his own.
It really did work. He did get that stupid anonymous letter and got invited in this dinky cabin in the middle of nowhere. Now, he has Blackie in his arms.
He ran another hand to comb the hair of the sleeping man drooling on his arm. This gesture looks romantic and shit but he really just wants to play with the other person’s hair. Rood does not have black hair right now but he’s still Blackie because the magic pulsating within him was still black regardless of his hair color. Blond hair looks good on Rood anyway because it makes him look weak and stupid compared to dangerous and threatening when he has black hair. Less eyes to look at Blackie, less trouble for him. With this hair, it’s as if you would want to coddle him or protect his innocence—or what’s left of it after he took the man’s virginity last night.
He’s not planning to be celibate anyway, quite impossible really when Rood is still naked and sleeping soundly in his arms. If given a hand, he will not take just the arm, but take the mouth, and the rear and heck, haul the whole body over his shoulders like a man hoarding potatoes to last him for all the winters in his life. He’s sure he can stay in this cabin all winter doing what rabbits do best. Technically, they were already holed up in a cabin and could just wait for winter to come. That’s a criterion down. Now how does he make Rood wear a bunny costume?
Rood sighed in his sleep and changed his position. He was still sleeping but now moved to face on the other direction, leaving Shicmuon to stare at his back and bared neck. He was now in full view of the now turning purple bite mark he did last night. He smiled. Regardless if he’s Blow or Rood, a dog or a bunny, he is still his.
After their little midnight snack last night, Rood quickly washed up, wore only his underwear and a pajama top, and stumbled to the bedroom. He left the door to the only bedroom open for the other to follow. The younger man then fell into bed and slept like the dead. He occupied the twin-sized bed in the middle and Shicmuon had to roll him a bit to make room for himself. Necromancy is frowned upon but the moment Blow felt the bed dip and sense Shicmuon was settling down next to him, the dead turned around and snuggled closer to the other man. All those frowns be damned.
He wasn’t sure if Rood was really asleep then or just pretending but he doesn’t really care. He just opened his arms and let the man settle against his chest to spoon. It was just an odd feeling because it felt right. It was as if they have been sleeping together like that all along. As if the head tucked under his chin and the body around his arms was supposed to be there. They fit like a perfectly fitted puzzle and it felt good.
Having a warm body snuggled close was a relaxing warmth which was very different from the passionate heat of sex or the boiling hotness he feels when he’s angry. This warmth doesn’t make him feel alone. It’s like he found his pet dog after all these years and he can hibernate like those mythical bear bunnies in the northern region that eat humans if he stay like this.
Right now, he now scooted closer to Rood who was facing the other direction and spooned his back. Shic was only wearing his pants, the only clothing left intact and decent after last night. He wound one arm around the sleeping man. After a few minutes, Rood mumbles incoherently. He then pushed him back and swatted Shicmuon away from him.
“Hnnnn—It’s hot,” came the mumbled complaint.
“It’s hot because you’re wearing that. Just take it off.” Shicmuon grabbed the collar of Rood’s pajama top and was trying to unbutton it. It was very similar to what he was trying to do last night with Blow’s cloak but the other mistook it for holding him down and strangling him.
Rood sleepily swatted his fingers away. For a second, he stood still suddenly jerked up and scooted up to the headboard. He moved away from Shicmuon—as far as the twin bed would allow him— and defensively bundled the blanket in front of him as if it would do any good. Their came a pained winced, undoubtedly from moving too quickly which did not agree to his pained and abused rear. It was a reminder of what he allowed to happen last night when he let his control go.
This made Shicmuon smirk. Really? After all the perverted things they did last night and this Blackie wants to act shy? How adorably stupid and yet he knows he will enjoy it.
Rood was staring at Shic giving him a deadpan look saying ’why the fuck is there another man in my bed.’ With the blanket all bundled around him, he got to see the other without the cover of the blanket. Shicmuon was half naked only wearing pants that were unbuttoned and unzipped and was not ashamed or anything.
“Morning. ” was all Shic offered.
“Uh—what are you doing here again? ”
Shicmuon clicked his tongue. Okaaaay. This was unexpected. “What’s the last thing you remember last night?”
(To be continued when ideas come)