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"Your scars are pretty Fit" Pac whispers softly, analysing Fit's hand which hung around his shoulder as they sat together watching a movie.

Fit chuckles a bit, caught off guard by the compliment. Fit felt his face heating up slightly as he gazed at Pac, noticing his boyfriends dilated pupils as they made eye contact. Fit cleared his throat and responded,

"I wouldn't say pretty.. but thank you, Pac."

Fit unlooped his arm from around Pac's shoulder to offer his scarred hand to his better half, pausing the television with his free hand to push his full attention to his boyfriend. 

"Are you seriously going to argue with me over this? You know I always win, right?" 

Pac smiled cockily, using both his hands to hold onto Fits. Fit went to playfully argue but stopped, distracted by the way Pac stared so intently, so interested in the small scars that littered his hand. No one had ever shown this much interest in his scars, he hated them, the bitter reminders of the times where he carelessly put down his guard, scattered upon his limbs. Yet, Pac liked them, so maybe in time, they wouldn't feel like such a burden. His thoughts were interrupted by Pac,

"Its like constellations.. like stars all connecting to form perfect pieces of art." Pac notes, eyes fixated on each individual mark on Fit's hand.

Fit was speechless, unaware he was even holding his breath. He felt his face heating up but stayed silent for a while. He just watched Pac. Pac, who was absentmindedly tracing patterns on Fit's palm and wrists with his finger, gently connecting each scar together with imaginary lines. Eventually, Fit spoke up.

"You're too good, you know that?" Fit murmurs, moving some hair from Pac's face to see the scar that lay underneath his partners left eye. 

"I like your scars too" Fit affirms placing his hand on Pac's cheek and rubbing his thumb gently on that cheek scar. 

Pac instantly turned his attention from Fits hand to his face, feeling Fits hand on his face, more specifically, Fits thumb caressing his scar. Pac's eyes widened slightly at the touch, his face heating up at the sudden affection. 

"Oh, obrigado!" Pac smiles, attempting to avoid eye contact to prevent his face from becoming a crimson fiery red colour. Its difficult, the way Fit is holding his cheek upwards makes looking away near impossible, especially when Pac wants to admire his boyfriends face. 

Fit notices Pac looking away and suddenly retracts his hand.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything I jus-" Fit rambles apologising quickly, Pac simply pulls Fits hand back up to his cheek and leans against it. 

"No no, I liked it" Pac assures his hand steadily holding Fit's under his cheek wanting him to stay there forever, just holding his face, thumb brushing against his scar. Fit nods and whispers a simple "okay" as they stare at each other for a few seconds. Its silent, it feels as though it should be awkward but it isn't, they are just both so entranced studying each others faces. 

Finally, Pac lets out a breath, and sits up more. He moves his fingers from around Fits wrist to Fits face, delicately running a finger across the scar that lay along Fit's cheeks and nose.

"Can I.." Pac pauses eyes flickering from Fits eyes to the scar on his face and starts again. "Can I kiss your scars?" Pac requests quietly, eyes now unmoving from Fit's scars. 

"Y-Yeah" Fit says simply. He knows if he says more he'll stumble over his words or make a fool of himself. He tries not to sound too excited but his smile just widens as Pac nears his face making them both let out a faint laugh. 

Pac places his hands on either sides of Fits cheeks and rubs his thumbs on the sides leaning in his forehead against Fits. "So pretty" Pac hums and yet this time he isn't staring at Fits scars, he's staring at Fits eyes. Pac is telling Fit he's pretty. Fit feels like he could explode, his face gets impossibly redder and he cant stop himself from smiling. Pac leans in and places a tender kiss to the bridge of Fits nose where the scar lay, and then another down the bridge and along his cheek and then another. Pac peppers Fits face in kisses, some on his cheeks, some on his forehead. As Pac pulls back he can see Fits face, flustered and still smiling widely.

"You okay?" Pac hums staring at his boyfriend lovingly. 

"Yeah, I just-" Fit pauses "That was really nice" 

There's a brief silence before Fit speaks again.

"Can I kiss you?" 

Pac goes red, "You mean my scars?" He laughs gently but noticing Fits expression hasn't changed to correct himself or clarify, he's just staring at Pacs lips, pupils dilated, and shakes his head slightly.

"Oh- Yes, you can Fit. You can kiss me" Pac confirms, nodding his head eagerly beaming. 

Fit leans in and closes his eyes, thoughts running a million miles an hour, What if Pac hated it? What if it was terrible? What if he messed it up? His heart races but that brief moment of fear, that ticking time bomb of panic disarms itself as their lips connect. Fit pulls Pac impossibly closer whispering against his lips,

"I love you".

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"Do you have any other scars?" Pac asks, finger tracing across the scar that wrapped around his arm.

"Oh yeah, all over me." Fit hums, "My chest, legs, arm, back. Why do you ask?" Fit says as he adjusts his posture to pay better attention to Pac. 

"I'm not completely sure, I guess because they're interesting? I'm sure they all have their own stories." Pac replies, eyes fixed on the way Fits scar climbs up his arm onto his shoulder, finger gently caressing his partners skin gently. His finger dances along the skin leaping from scar to scar like its the most detailed connect the dots puzzle. 

"They do, they have their own stories." Fit admits softly as he looks at Pac so lovingly, "But its boring, y'know?" Fit continues and Pac looks up with a frown. 

"I understand if you don't want to tell me but if its really because you think its 'boring' then you're insane. I could never get bored of your stories. Or your voice, but mainly the stories." Pac teases sitting upright next to Fit.

Fit smiles and looks to Pac who is now holding both his hands. Pac lifts them gently and kisses them. "Please?" Pac requests. Pac knows very well Fit can't say no to that.

Fits face is dusted pink and a big dopey smile forms on his face.

"Yeah yeah whatever, just, tell me if I start boring you, okay?" 

Pac nods and reluctantly lets go Fit's hands so that he can be shown which scars Fit is talking about. Fit begins to talk about the scar wrapped around his arm. He details the events of a tiresome fight with someone who had access to a few too many Molotov cocktails and the understandable reason of it not mixing well with TNT. The entire story Pac is fully engaged, now led across Fits lap looking up at him and the scar. 

"Is it the biggest scar you've got?" Pac asks intrigued.

"No, biggest scars across my chest and its uh, not a typical battle scar for once." Fit confesses laughing slightly. Pac chooses not to pry but Fit notices the confused look on his face. 

"It might make more sense if you see for yourself" Fit says as he slowly lifts the fabric of his shirt. Pac looks, quite intensely, as Fit lifts his shirt and his defined muscles are seen but Pacs face changes as its lifted fully and he sees two scars running underneath Fits pecs.  

"I see" Pac nods understanding what Fit meant originally. Pac goes silent, an unreadable expression on his face until he sees Fit begin to nervously pull his shirt back down. "No. Please." Pac says quickly scrambling to sit up.

"Can I.. feel your scars? They're beautiful." Pac whispers eyes fixed on them. 

Fit is a deep crimson colour now and just nods slightly, eyes wide, keeping his shirt up as Pac gently runs his finger across the scars.

"Meu Deus Fit, its very well done and looks amazing. Its gorgeous, you're gorgeous." Pac looks at the scars in awe before moving his attention to Fits face.

"Pac, I know its no-" Fit begins but Pac presses a finger firmly against his lips. "If the next words that come out your mouth are self critical I'm never kissing you again." Pac says playfully, putting his finger down. 

Fit makes a grumbling sound but smiles and rolls his eyes at Pac sarcastically. "Fine." 

"Thank you for trusting me enough to show me." Pac says sincerely and Fit looks away smiling.

Fit looks to Pac, "Of course. You're scars are pretty too by the way." Fit compliments as he strokes the scar under Pacs left eye. They sit there in silence for a moment, its comfortable, loving. 

Pac moves first, tenderly cupping Fits face and pulling him closer to press their lips together. Pac can hear Fit sigh gently as he melts into the kiss and Pac smiles, loving how comfortable Fit is with him. This isn't there first kiss but its clear its still new for them. Their noses bump and Pac giggles, and then Fit almost falls over. It's unpractised and messy but its still somehow perfect for them both. Pac pulls away after a moment, red and with a toothy smile plastered across his face, much like Fit. Before Pac can speak and apologise for the chaotic kiss, Fit has pulled him into a second, deeper kiss. They only pull away when they realise they have to breathe and Fit looks adoringly to his boyfriend. "Eu te amo my Brazillian boyfriend " Fit whispers as he kisses Pacs scar. 

"Eu te amo, também, my American boyfriend."