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Characters property of the RP: All That Remains.
Elliot- Property of Doomycakez
Vincent- Property of @Aka~Kitsune
So this was how it was, eh? Everyday it was the same thing between the two. Elliot would say something, Vincent would scold him and throw a book at him. Hell, Elliot figured it was the same book everytime...something along the lines of The HeartBreaking Work of Staggering Genius by some author Elliot never paid enough attention to get the name of. But the title was the thing that always stuck with him. Was this some kind of way to beat intelligence into his head? He knew he was not the smartest of the group. Hell, he only got to page 7 on the book before he had been lost and was forced to give up. Was it heartbreaking to be intelligent? Elliot completely disagreed with that...No, it was heartbreaking to be stupid...it was heartbreaking to be in love....it was heartbreaking to be...Elliot.
He was in the living room, his hands slid in his pockets, balled into fists as he tried to remain composure. His eyes stared silently at the floor, his entire body screaming discomfort and tension, but the person before him only continued. Vincent...ahh Vincent was having another one of his rants today, about what Elliot was not entirely sure, but he knew that in Vincent's eyes he had done wrong. Why could Elliot not be better? Why did he always have to anger the man he cared so much about, but could never tell. He knew he would be rejected on the spot if he ever came forward and spout those 3...deadly...words. He knew he would be stupid for ever telling Vincent how he truly felt, for he did not even know if Vincent liked guys...Hell he had no idea that HE had liked them either. He felt ashamed, scared, so different and was almost disgusted with himself that he had perverted the sanctity of the relationship they shared...what had been the cause of his own infatuation?
Elliot did not know WHEN he had exactly started to have these feeling for Vincent...they had been suppressed for so long that Elliot had forgotten that they were even there...until today. Today, the sun had hit Vincent just right, allowing Elliot a fleeting glance of what was just out of reach to him. Those dazzling purple eyes, that beautiful silky brown locks, that small beauty mark just below his rosy lips. Elliot saw it all...and had fallen once more. It was almost sickening to him, holding all of this inside, breaking his own heart just so that he would not destroy the friendship they had....wait....
{What is a friendship, if it lacks honesty?} The voice once again nagged in his ear. Was this really a friendship? Or was this some perverted way for Elliot to get close to Vincent, without breaking past the mental boundaries that had been set....
{Are there boundaries...or am I just fooling myself?...} Was this all just some sick ploy? Was Elliot into torturing himself? Did he get a high off of looking at the one thing he wanted most, but not being able to grasp it.
{...no more...}
Elliot could not take it anymore. He rose up slightly and raised his eyes until his half-lidded gaze stared directly at Vincent. His body was nervous, hands shaking, but his face was completely serious. He was not going to turn away from this...not now. Vincent was not looking at him, so it made this easier as he leaned in, gently placing his hand on Vincent's cheek. {His skin....} It was so soft and warm...smooth to the touch just as Elliot had imagined. He felt Vincent turning towards him, felt him start to speak, but Elliot moved first and gently...kissed...him...
{...}
It was only the side of his lips, but the electric pulse that if sent through Elliot was almost intoxicating. He did not hold the kiss then, instead, he leaned away, just out of reach and watched Vincent's reaction. Vincent was completely silent, those beautiful purple eyes wide with shock...his face scarlet with a blush. Elliot had done it...but he wanted more....so much more...He was almost drunk on Vincent now. He leaned closer and took in his scent...it was...surprisingly sweet. He moved his hand to behind Vincent's head, taking in the texture of his hair...{so soft...}
{Am I...a monster?} He couldn't control himself anymore. He rested his free hand on the small of Vincent's back, pulling the shocked man to him and pressing his lips firmly against those soft..pillowy pink mounds. The sensation was unlike anything Elliot had ever felt before...sent chills through his spine. His own body instantly reacted as he fell into the kiss, tangling his fingers into those soft chocolate locks, holding the struggling Vincent tightly against him. He was struggling...Elliot was forcing himself on him and yet...he did not care. Oh God...He did not care. He wanted to ravenge Vincent...Claim every part of his mouth for his own...Make Vincent his and his alone. What had he become? Some sort of Perverted freak? Vincent did not want this...or did he?...
Elliot continued, unable to halt this animistic urge that had built up and was no overflowing inside of him. Vincent's lips made him moan...His scent drove him wild...his taste...like pure intoxication...He did not want to stop...In fact he wanted to go deeper...He wanted to build up further and further...Until he felt Vincent weaken in his arms...
{He caved...} That single thought ran through Elliot's mind as he slid his eyes open to check. But the look he saw nearly killed him...There were tears in his eyes...Yes...tears...His face was so read from shock and embarrassment and Elliot had cause that....but what was worse was that there was fear...fear of the unknown...fear of the change that Elliot had just forced. And it also hit Elliot...he was Vincent's first kiss.
{I am a monster...} Elliot pulled away, a small trail of saliva seeming to follow as he slowly slid his tongue back between his lips, pressing them into a thin line. Vincent's mouth hung partially open as he gasped for air....Their heart rates both matched, the blushes on their faces the same...and Elliot believed that they both regretted it.
Elliot let Vincent go...unsure what else to do other than back away and slid his hands back into his pockets....The silence was only deafening, but he could not bring himself to stare into the critical gaze of Vincent...Terrified of what would be there waiting for him...
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