One More Kiss (Snoopycake x Eornostlice)

[Snoopycake]

Grinning from ear to ear, the delicate looking boy hummed in contentment; continuing to draw small circles on the other'S hand. His eyes couldn't seem to leave the handsome mans eyes; lost in the violet orbs. He understood that it was dangerous to be so taken by one person in less than 24 hours. However he couldn't seem to care as he kept up his pretty smile; giggling every time the younger man made a cheese comment.

 

"Sorry~ I'll try hated next time." The blue eyed boy laughed as he forgot about the crew surrounding them; pinching the side of the taller mans cheek as if to scowled him. It wasn't until the voice spoke up that Dmitri realized where he was. Blushing pink, the gentle looking boy couldn't help himself as he wrapped his thin arms around the others neck; pulling him down into a long kiss. Bringing one of his hands down to cup the taller mans face, the beautiful deepened the kiss; brushing his thumb against the others cheek bone.

 

Pulling away slowly after a good couple of minutes, the raven haired boy smiled brightly up at the other; giving one last peck before moving himself from the embrace.

 

"Individual shots? What do I have to do for that?" The beautiful boy questioned, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion. He didn't know how he felt about doing it all again with out the taller man.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Ow ow." The blonde only laughed, making it obviously that the entire cheek pulling thing did not actually hurt. Instead he found himself thinking that the blush on the blue eyed man's cheeks was absolutely adorable. On the other hand, he was really getting addicted to all the kisses. Kneading their lips together, Mauri did not let go as he felt the other's hands on his face, using his own to touch the back of Dmitri's neck.

 

By now they were getting plenty of stares and the director was basically out of patience but did not interrupt. Any member of the crew was easily replaced- the industry was fairly competitive. Were a cameraman get in a fight with one of the popular models, they would be fired, their jobs not having equal importance. Lumiere was amused. The raven boy did not seem like an arrogant one, but under Mauri's influence, he was going to be headache. Toublesome children.

 

The blonde got himself off to the side, leaving them to do their magic albeit reluctantly.

 

"Part your lips as if you are dreaming and keep your eyes low lidded. Try to be relaxed." The old hag was the one to finally speak, smiling to herself. "Body position does not matter, first we will focus on your face."

[Snoopycake]

Giggling sweetly at the handsome man’s childishness, the beautiful boy nipped the other’s nose; teasing him gently. Looking around at the crew surrounding them, the pretty boy pouted slightly as the taller man walked away. Beginning to feel slightly nervous, the delicate-looking boy tried to calm himself down; breathing deeply. Tucking some fallen hair behind his ear, the blue-eyed boy kept on looking at the younger man towards his side; chewing his fat bottom lip.

 

Smiling weakly, the raven haired boy listened to the older women and nodded sharply; not wanting to disappoint me. Positioning himself in a comfortable position, the thin boy let his lips go slack whilst parting them; not needing to pout due to his plush lips. Hooding his eyes naturally, the pretty boy looked to the camera on an angle; keeping his face still. Deciding to tilt his neck up slightly, the small boy copied what he saw on the front cover of magazines.

 

Pausing for a while, the delicate looking changed the position of his head a couple of times; letting the camera man take photos as he pleased.

 



Letting his mind drift towards the thought of spending time with the taller man at home, trying not to blush or break his façade at the thoughts as he was still on camera.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Mauri simply watched from the side, nto wishing to get in the way. He felt like he had been right. Dmitri looked like a doll, that was the exact thought he had when watching the older man, now much more relaxed than when it had started. The agency's habit was usually bacwards when it came to newbies- have them work on invidual shots first and if they lacked potential, they would not receive another opprtunity, getting paid for the work day to never be called again. It was a tough industry and not many could survive it. Yet the raven already gained the old hag's fancy, of course the blonde could tell. The woman's choice of letting a veteran model appear next to the man as his first shot was stating it clearly. A popular face could always boost a new face's recognition. How sly.

 

He crouched down, his elbows rested on his knees, the earlier strange little event already escaping his mind. He just wanted to get things over with as quickly as possible and go home. Never before in his life had he been so eager to just squeeze someone in his arms for non-sexual activities. He was not sure if he wanted to laugh at himself or feel that he was somewhat pathetic. Even more, his gaze was captured by the man, his eyes fixated on him. Dmitri was beautiful even though Mauri himself did not think that a man could be described by such word before. He was beautiful and had an awful yet sweet personality and even more, he was Mauri's.

 

Wah. His feekings were getting off track.

 

"Alright! Good job. This will suffice. " It was the director that called out, Lumiere only wearing a faint smile.

 

"Good job. You are done." It was her turn to speak, nodding approvingly. "This took a surprisingly small amount of time. Both you and Mauri are off for the day." She was aware that both could hear. It seemed that the shooting with Sel was getting postponed. "May any other offer come in the future, you will receive either a call or a text asking you to drop by." She said those words to all the new people but this time around she meant it. "Mauri. Your next assignment will be mailed to you. You two may go change. Do not forget to finish the transaction before leaving."

 

The bonde stood up, flashing a grin to the raven. Wah it was over. As for the transaction, he knew what he had to do. Droping by the secretary's office to sign another paper and receiving the day's pay was some sort of tradition. It did not affect veterans as their job was more or less stable, the money being directly sent into their bank accounts, but concerned those with still unsure career.

[Snoopycake]

Blinking up at the older lady, the beautiful boy blushed red; opening his eyes wide and closing his lips. "O-Oh T-Thank you!!" Scurrying off to the side by the younger man, the pretty boy snuggled into the others arms; burying his face in his neck. Wrapping his thin arms around the handsome man's neck, the pretty boy smiled up at him; kissing him lightly. "Hiyaa~ Did I do okay? I was so nervous." The blue eyed boy stated shyly; casting his eyes down to the floor. Leaning up delicately to catch the taller man's lips again, the smaller boy kneaded his lips against the others; whimpering quietly. Moving his skinny fingers through the latter's blonde hair, Dmitri fluttered his eyes closed as he enjoyed the butterfly feeling that spread around his stomach.*

 

Pulling away from the kiss after a while, the raven haired boy came to realise that they were in public; shyly holding onto the younger man's hand. "L-Lets changed so we can go home, yes?" The pretty boy spoke up as he placed a lingering kiss on the violet-eyed boy's cheek. Moving out of the room, the blue-eyed boy managed to make his way back to the little room that he got changed in before.*Fishing out his tatty clothing from the locker, the beautiful boy gently pulled off his silky shirt; not minding that the taller man was only a metre away from him. 

Shrugging on his itchy, over-sized jumper, the pretty boy moved on to his jeans; gently wiggling out of them. Looking over to the handsome man, the delicate-looking boy smiled sweetly as he moved closer to him. Deciding to tease the younger man, the beautiful boy wrapped his arms around the other’s neck; not feeling embarrassed that his jeans were on the ground beside him.

 

Leaning up to kiss him, the gentle looking boy pressed a sweet kiss against the others lips; kneading them against him. Nipping the blonde haired man's lower lip harshly, the delicate-looking boy deepened the kiss quickly; running his hands up his chest. Slipping his hands shyly up the latter’s shirt, the pretty boy lightly brushed his fingers against the other's skin; dipping his fingers around the belt hook of his jeans before pulling him closer. Purring gently, the beautiful boy hummed against his lips; slowly parting their lips.

 



“ … I think that maybe we should leave before I take this too far for a workspace area … “

[Guest Eornostlice]

"OK? Pffft. You did better than 90% of the newbies. Most are so nervous they become ice statues that cannot follow directions." The blonde meant it. He kissed back, stroking the smaller man's back soothinngly, just letting him set the pace. They would be finally going home. He could hardly wait. Well, for a day of work that he nearly skipped on, it turned out to be pretty good, especially for Dmitri so perhaps he was someehat satisfied. But going home was exactly what he needed right now. Other people's gazes were the last thing on his mind, being rather used to the attention.

 

But it was not both of them that were used to gazes. The way that the blue-eyed beauty could switch in between bold and shy was entertaining to watch. A bit too much so. Mauri followed outside the room, glancing behind only one time, as if curious who was watching, disappearing into the changing room.

 

His face visibly turned bright red. Oh fuck he was doing it on purpose... The liliac eyed boy gulped and went with the flow, wrapping his arm around the tease and closing his eyes, responding with nothing more than kisses. This was bad for his heart. Very much so. The feeling of hands roamind his body so delicately, exploring as they wished, the parted lips as invitation, nearly killed his resolve. Thankfully, it all came to an abrupt end before he could do anything inappropriate.

 

"You... where did the third date rule go?" He needed to cover his eyes with one hand in order to resist the temptation of looking down at his bare thighs before he snapped. "You should not tease the young. I swear it will not be my fault if I do something inappropriate. I-I am going to change. " Fuck he stammered.

 

With his back towards Dmitri, trying to breath and calm down, pulling his shirt and pants off and placing them both back on his hanger after removing his boots, remaining in his black tight boxers only. Boxers that would have the possibility of getting one tab too tight were he to glance back.

 

It did not take long to fish for his clothes in the locker nor dress himself, only then looking back with a face of guilt. "Uh. Should we get going?"

[Snoopycake]

Staring up at the handsome man, the beautiful boy poured childishly once the younger man had rejected him. Unwrapping himself from the taller man, Dmitri continued his pout whilst he went back to retrieving his clothes from the small locker. "Meanie. I only used the 3rd rule date to promise a shit date that it will continue." The blue eyed boy stated, slipping back into his worn out jeans. Once he had zipped himself up, the delicate-looking boy moved onto his scruffy shoes; lacing them up quickly. Shrugging on the handsome man's oversized black coat, the pretty boy wrapped the muffler around his neck; enjoying the warmth that coaxed him.

 

Smiling sweetly over that the blonde haired man, the beautiful boy finished hanging up the expensive clothes; trotting over to the violet-eyed boy before wrapping his arms around his neck. "Ready!! Do we need to make this transaction thing?" The pretty boy stated, jumping up to kiss him softly; cupping his cheeks in his palms. Placing the designer clothes onto the table beside them, the blue-eyed boy held his hand gently; linking their fingers together. “Let’s go~”

 

Pulling the handsome man out of the dressing room, the delicate-looking boy made their way back into the busy hallway. Realising that the smaller man had no idea where they were, the skinny boy blushed red curling into the younger man's back; snuggling deeper. “I-I have no idea where we are going.” 

Feeling his phone buzz in his back pocket, Dmitri pulled out the stolen item from his jeans; reading the amount of missed calls he had from his brother. Frowning lightly, the delicate-looking boy turned to the handsome man; kissing his cheek sweetly. “I-I’m going to go outside to take this … Could you please just do my transaction for me? It should be important.”

Moving away from the other man, the beautiful boy walked away from the younger man; calling back his older brother. Once outside of the pristine, Dmitri smiled brightly as his older brother picked up the phone. 



 

“Al? You will never guess where I am!!”

 



“P-Ptiska?! *Panting, screaming and shouting in the background* … O-Oh my … Ptiska they shot him, they shot him Ptiska … He’s bleeding so much P-Ptiska *More shouting and screaming*”

[Guest Eornostlice]

The blonde simply laughed, watching the older man 'confidently' lead the way. Of course there was no way for the raven to know the way, much less the procedure. That was why he found it so amusing to watch perhaps. "You planned to ditch me after the third date?-" He started to tease when the damn phone simply had to ring. "Huh? Yeah I will handle it." Oh well. He would only need to do it later. Tasing that was.

 

He watched the man leave as he himself made his way to the secretary. It did not take long. The man knew him well so claiming the pay for someone else and faking a signature was not much of a difficulty even tho fairly illegal. He obviously had no reason to steal some newbie's money, having earned 750$ only today himself so the man did not ask to many questions. The bills were counted twice in front of the blonde and placed in a white envelope which got sealed, a stamp placed so it would be impossible to open without ruining it.

 

"There you go." The man did not waste time nor words, handing the envelope to the boy.

 

"Thank you. Have a good day." Was all it took and it was over. How tiring. They could finally go home huh? But it looked like that sort of blissful atmosphere was not to last?

 

"Huh?" His eyes narrowed, his smile vanishing altogether as he found the older man with his gaze, a bad feeling twisting in the pits of his stomach with no explanation at the simple sight.

[Snoopycake]

Feeling something twist in his stomach, the beautiful boy paled as a hand came up to cover his mouth; a nauseating feeling stirred in his gut.

 



“ … A-Al … W-What is happening?!?! Who is hurt?!?!?! Where are you, what happened?!?!”



 

Hearing the ruffling of the phone, the pretty boy continued to listen to the shouting a screaming in the background of the noise.

 



“P-Ptiska … I-It’s Dean; someone from Southside shot him in the stomach … *Shouting and screaming* … We are g-going to the house with the guys and … *Static* We can’t take him to hospital P-Ptiska, we c-can't afford it fuck … We gotta pull the bullet out Ptiska without any anaesthetic … *Screaming and shouting*”

 

Fat tears began gushing out of his eyes as he listened to the older Russian. Dmitri let out large choked sobs; realising that it was highly unlikely that the green eyed man would survive.

 



“T-T-Tell h-him I’m coming … I-I’m coming n-now I’ll get M-Mauri to give me a lift … O-Oh my god Al … “

 



“I-I will Ptiska, I will. H-He’ll be so happy to know that you're coming. *Shouting in the background - ‘M-Mish? You're coming to see me baby?’* … Stop talking you idiot just relax!! … Okay Ptiska, I-I’ll see you in a bit.” 



 

Listening to the older brother hang up sharply, the delicate-looking boy burst out crying; wrapping his arms desperately around himself. Feeling his knees giveaway below him, the beautiful boy forgot about the observing public around him; sobbing into his hands.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Oh fuck." He just damned it all to hell, swearing all the way from the devil up to God nine times over in his mind as the blue eyed beauty hugged himself right in front of his eyes, looking as if he would fall if the wind would have started to blow. He had the same air about him as he did in the morning, when they had met inside the store. Run. He had to fricking ran. That was exactly what he felt, his feet reacting faster than his thoughts formed.

 

Firm arms wrapped around the small body- which seemed even tinier in such a frail state- pulling him to his chest without even thinking twice. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck. He was crying. He was sobbing. Who had made him cry? Who dared to ruin the smile he woked the entire day to bring back?

 

"Breath! Oh fucking Gods, please breath." Alright, he was panicked and at this point, his arms acted as support in order to ensure the raven would not collapse om the ground. They were stared at and he really had no fucks to give about it, his intense purple orbs focused on only one person, the one right in front of him and seeing absolutely nothing else around. "What happened. Please breath and tell me what happened. Hold on to me and listen to my voice. Oh god fucking dammit." Alright. He needed to calm down as well. His arms tightened around the older man.

[Snoopycake]

Sobbing uncontrollably, the beautiful boy felt a warm embrace cover him as his legs become limb; crying into the younger mans neck. Clinging onto the back of the other man, the delicate looking boy clawed against his shirt; his eyes staring up at the handsome man with hazed vision. Listening to the taller man, the gentle looking boy stared up at the latter; unable to blink. 



 

“D-D-Dean … O-Oh Mauri … “ The blue eyed boy sobbed, mananging to get words out. “S-Shot, he’s been shot … P-Please, P-Please drive me to were he is … I-I need to be with him while they are removing the b-bullet … “ Forgetting about how pathetic he must look like, the raven haired boy sniffed loudly; desperately gripping onto the other.



 

His mind raced about all the memories he had with the sandy haired man. He tried to calm himself down by breathing deeply, however they mostly ended in strangled sobs and chocks. “P-Please take me … I-I know that you don't k-know me and I'm am really annoying but please Mauri. Y-You can just sit in another room or just go home I don't mind." The gentle looking boy began, ignoring the streams of tears rolling down his face. "I-I've ruined this whole day Mauri ...My friend is g-going to die."

[Guest Eornostlice]

Who the fuck was Dean? It did not fucking matter and he did not care. He tried hard to focus on Dmitri's breath, simultanously doing his best with controling his hearbeat. Dean, shot, bullet, drive. That is all he actually heard, his mind going full speed. "Can anyone take him to the hospital? Get that guy to a hospital." He was surprised himself at how calm he sounded, pulling the raven along towards the car, still supporting his weight.

 

Whoever 'Dean' was, he got into some fucking deep shit. The blonde was not sure he was ready to deal with someone that was stupid enough to make the beautiful man cry yet held his temper. "If it's an ugly wound he will keep bleeding. Get someone to take him to a fucking hospital and we drive there. Try to keep a calm head. You can do it. I know you can."

 

The doors were unlocked and opened. "Get in. Make up your mind and tell me where to drive you. Think clearly. Don't worry about a thing and just make up your mind. I promise it will be fine, alright? Plese try to calm down."

[Snoopycake]

Hyperventilating slightly, the beautiful boy continued to stare up at the handsome man; still unable to blink. The amount of shock and fear running through his blood stream caused his head to pound heavily. Shakily crawling into the car, the pretty boy curled up into a ball in his seat after he shut the door. Continuing to sob, the delicate looking boy tried to calm himself down slightly; taking small shallow breaths.

 

"H-House ... House, w-we can't take him to the hospital; w-we can't afford it ... I-If he lives, he's got a criminal record. T-They'll take him away from me M-Mauri ... I'll tell you where to go so p-please." The wide eyed boy spoke up, staring at the road in front of him.

 

Waiting until the younger man started driving, the pretty boy began to direct him to the more 'urban' part of the city. Bitting his fingernails rapidly, the beautiful boy gently reached over to shakily hold the handsome mans hand; linking there fingers together. He needed the touch of the other for support, not caring that he probably needed both of his hands to drive.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Dmitri looked so pitiful. It made the taller man's heart feel as if it was breaking whenever a new tear would fall down. It was a terrible feeling. He really hated to see him cry afterall. If he had to be honest, whoever was stupid ebough to get shot after getting himself in deep shit was uneeded and dangerous even. Not someone he would want around the raven nor someone he would bother with. In other words, he failed to manage to give a fuck about whoever that guy was, but definitely did not want the beautiful man to keep crying. Even in these conditions he did not forget about the seatbelts, securing it for both himself and the shaking man in the passenger seat. Criminal record... criminal record... Those words added to the spinning list of pieces of information inside his mind and he frowned. "Ugh. Fuck."

 

Someone with a criminal record indeed would be unable to visit a doctor so freely. Yet this was quite bad. Dmitri was right, it would end up with the said guy getting taken away as soon as his wound was clean and healing, perahps not even completely alright. He took a deep breath and not caring about the risks, he did not complain about having his hand held. Heck, he would have wanted to hold the man in his arms and he would have if not for the fact that it was way too dangerous.

 

The blue-eyed man's hand was shaking. Mauri could feel it. He did not speak uselessly, not until they had arrived at the destination. "Is it here?" He parked, a full ache in his chest refusing to go away as he looked at the raven.

[Snoopycake]

Wipping his eyes with his available shaky hand, the beautiful boy sniffed loudly; calming himself down to just tears. All he could think about was Dean as he gripped the other mans hand tighter. " ... T-Thank you. ... It's here." The blue eyed boy replied, quickly making his way out of the care. Scratching the insides of the others wrists, the blue eyed boy waited for the handsome man to get out himself and lock the door; re-clasping their hands together. Pulling the taller man to the large door of the abandoned house, the pretty boy ran up the stairs; continuing to hold the other mans hand. Pounding against the door violently, it wasn't long until it was swung open with Jacob standing at the door.

 

"Fuck Mis- ... " Jacobs voice died in his thought as he noticed the blonde haired man standing behind him. Before he had the time to speak up, Dmitri beat him to it. "I'll put him in the kitchen. He won't get involved it's fine." The pretty boy snapped sternly at the grey eyed man, pulling the taller man inside; leading the way through the beaten up house. Moving into a room that looked like a kitchen, the beautiful boy turned to look up at the violet eyed man; his expression softening. "C-Can you stay here? I don't want the boys fussing over you right now ... "

 

Placing a small kiss against the other mans lips, the blue eyed boy pulled away; making his way out if the room. Running into the dining room, Dmitri's immediately fell to the bloody man lying on the long table; people surround in which included Rick - the closest man to a doctor we had. Scampering over to them, the thin body climbed up and lifted the older man's head. Sitting crossed legged at the head of the table, the blue eyed boy gently placed the injured mans head onto his lap. Smiling down weakly, the delicate looking boy pressed a small kiss against the sandy blonde haired man's forehead in affection.

 

"Hiya Dee."

[Guest Eornostlice]

The blonde did have second thoughts about getting out anf going as well. Perhaps he should have waited in the car. But again, Dmitri needed him here- he was reminded so by the tight grip on his hand. He needed to stay calm and did not expect to be welcomed. He didn't belong to this place afterall. The first impression on the neighbourhood? Well it did not look too great. He seriously felt like someone would pop out with a knife from behind a corner. Yet he out up with it for the raven's sake.

 

The door swung open and Mauri stayed quiet, beign proved right. He did not speak, not even giving the man in front of him much attention, focusing on the blue eyed boy alone, his eyes instinctively getting low lidded, his demeanour changing in the same way it did when doing his job, in front of a camera. His guard was raised up. "Don't worry. I'll stay here." He nodded obediently, speaking in a low tone, watching Dmitri make his way out.

 

It looked like he had no chance but to wait. He closed his eyes, trying to keep calm. This was a lot to take in. The way that the blue-eyed man seemed so used to such things, his tears, everything truly, gave him a strange feeling of uneasiness. Thinking too much was bad in such situation and he knew it. All he needed to do was wait for Dmitri to get back.

[Snoopycake]

Trying not to let any tears fall on the sandy-haired man, the beautiful boy brushed thin locks away from his face; smiling weakly. Not looking at the green-eyed boy’s bloody body, the pretty boy stroked the cheek bones of the other; not breaking the connection of their eyes.

 

“M-Mish? Am I in heaven?”



 

Letting tears start to fall freely, the blue-eyed boy laughed brokenly before replying.

 



“Y-You really think you're gonna make it into heaven Dee?”

 

Receiving a wide smile, the green-eyed boy spoke as if he hadn’t been shot; ignoring the amount of guys trying to get ready for the dangerous operation.

 

“Funny sweetheart. … So I might die.” Dean began, keeping up his large signature grin.

 

“D-Don’t talk about useless things. L-Let’s change the subject.” The blue eyed boy spoke up, continuing to cup his face gently.

 

“Okay … We still getting married sweet pea?”

 

Laughing weakly, the smaller boy tried to smile back; only resulting in floods of tears. “O-Of course Dee. Do-“ The beautiful boy paused talking; watching as the older man turned his head off his lap to cough up blood on the floor.

 

Snapping up his head to look at his brother in worry, the raven haired boy watched him press hard against his stomach; receiving a loud reply. “Distract him!! We are going to start taking the bullet out, KEEP HIM AWAKE!”

 

Quickly pulling back Dean’s head to look up at him, the pretty boy let out a string of choked sobs; watching the older man’s vision become hazy.

 



“Dee? DEAN. O-Okay focus on me. F-Focus on me please!! U-Umm … Wedding! W-Wedding. L-Let talk about the wedding.” The blue eyed boy sobbed; terrified of what could happen.

 

Smiling up at the delicate-looking boy with a mouthful of blood, the sandy-haired man reached up to wipe away the other’s tears.

 

“Y-Your gonna wear a blue suit okay? One that matches those eyes of yours.”

 



“T-That green one that you wore to my 19th birthday? I-I-I loved that one … “

 

Continuing to smile for a while, it didn’t take long until the green-eyed man let out a painful scream along with a string of curses. Still sobbing, the pretty boy knew that the other man’s bullet was getting removed; not imagining the pain the other was going through.



 

“I-I’m going to die, aren’t I baby?”



 

“NO! Oh my god Dee … Y-Your going to be fine, I p-promise. F-Focus on something e-else … “

 



“ …….. Y-Your wearing makeup? … You don’t need makeup angel.”

 



Not wanting to break his heart from the sorry about yesterday, the beautiful boy continued to cry; holding onto his head gently.

 

“ … S-Sorry … Thank you, Dee … J-Just hold on a little longer, I promise.”



 

After a while of random conversation whilst the other men tried to stop the blood flow, the blue-eyed boy slowly looked up his brother once the green-eyed boy’s voice died in his throat and his eyes fluttered closed; receiving a short nod and smile. Letting tears fall violently down his face, the pretty boy cried in happiness; releasing that the older man was going to be okay.

 

“ …. We’re going to put him upstairs … He lost a lot of blood and he needs to rest.” The older brother began whilst the younger man removed himself from the table before placing a kiss on the other man’s forehead. Running into the arms of the older brother, the beautiful boy cried into his shoulder once the other guys carried the older man up to the rooms.

 

Remembering that the younger man was still in the kitchen, the smaller boy excused himself from the older Russian’s arms and ran back to the taller man’s room.

 



“Maur?”

[Guest Eornostlice]

All he needed to do was wait quietly. Or so he had thought. Quiet... Right. So quiet that he could hear everything happening in the other room even if he did not intend to. The walls were too thin to hide the sobbing or even muffle the words.

 

“Okay … We still getting married sweet pea?”

 

“O-Of course Dee. Do-“

 

“Dee? DEAN. O-Okay focus on me. F-Focus on me please!! U-Umm … Wedding! W-Wedding. L-Let talk about the wedding.”

 

“Y-Your gonna wear a blue suit okay? One that matches those eyes of yours.”

 



“T-That green one that wore to my 19th birthday? I-I-I loved that one … “

 

“I-I’m going to die, aren’t I baby?”



 

“NO! Oh my god Dee … Y-Your going to be fine, I p-promise. F-Focus on something e-else … “

 



“ …….. Y-Your wearing makeup? … You don’t need makeup angel.”

 

“ … S-Sorry … Thank you, Dee … J-Just hold on a little longer, I promise.”



 

And for the love of Gods did he wish he did not hear. His gaze got cold and detached the more he listened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. A friend... right? He felt like an absolute idiot and just wanted to get out of there, yet he waited. Pft. "A friend." Yeah... Actually did Dmitri ever say he was a friend? No. He called the male Dean. He wanted to laugh at the feeling of pure heartbreak that he was experiencing over a guy he met less than 24 hours ago. He both felt like puking and seriously crying.

 

Hilarious. He kept that smile in place, looking at the man as he walked in. The blonde really did not want to see him at the moment. Kissing and cuddling huh? Pft. He got played big time huh?

 

Fishing inside his pocket, he pulled out a white envelope, the very same one he had gotten from the secretary containing the raven's pay for the day, handing it to the other. "This is what you've earned today. It's about time I went home. You should watch over your 'friend' better, it looks like he is the type to fuck up." His voice was cold despite his smile, the word "friend" purposedly accentuated. "I'll see you around or something." His attitude was back to square one, no different from when he mocked the raven in the bar.

[Snoopycake]

Staring at the handsome man with wide, teary eyes, the beautiful boy froze in his place; feeling his heart stop. All his emotions ran cold as everything felt quiet and still. After a while, the pretty boy felt his body tremble; unable to stop the flood of tears that overcame him. The traumatic experience that the blue-eyed boy faced throughout the past 24 hours, all he wanted was to go home and curl up in the other man’s arms; wanting all his fears and anxieties to disappear. However, it was clear that it wasn’t going to be the case.

 

Constantly replaying the handsome man’s words in his head, the delicate-looking boy felt every last thread he had barely holding him together break. Letting out silent cryings, the blue-eyed boy’s voice disappear; not managing to make a sound. He had cried so much, it was as if there were no tears left for him to cry. He began to feel feelings that he believed he buried deep, deep down inside of him.

 

Feeling his body become so unresponsive, he didn’t even flinch when Albert lifted up the younger man up by his collar sharply; slamming his back against the wall behind him. Staring at the younger man without blinking, the older brother was fuming; not bothering to even look at the younger Russian. Punching in hard in the face, the taller Russian grabbed him by the scruff of his neck; dragging him out of the room. Shoving him out of the building, the older man spat on the floor below him; slamming the door behind him.

 

Walking back over to his little brother, the taller man noticed his current state; stopping mid step. “ ……………. Ptiska?”

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The blonde did not even flinch as he was so violently handled, his own heart having already made him numb to mostly everything. That was going to leave a bruise. He would need to put work on hold for a while huh? Not that he actually felt like going anyway. His only reaction was a hurt little noise as he was punched and thrown out. Haha. So he was being played but he was the one getting beaten up huh? Pft. What a great family.

 

With one of the sleeves he needed to wipe his eyes. He was seriously going to cry. He had actually hoped to get a reaction, an explanation of some sort, but it seemed there was none, his guesses hitting home. He stood up, not even bothering to get the dust of his clothes and unlocked the car, turning the engine on while simultaneously pulling out his phone and opening his call log, calling the number at the top of his list, taking the same road back. He was not yet sure where he was going, but he sure as fuck was going away from that place.

 

"Huh? Mauri? What's up man?"

 

"Alcohol. Call David too?"

 

"What the fuck man. You ok? You sound like- alright I am not sure what you sound like."

 

"So are you for it or no?"

 

"Got you. Where to?"

 

"Jayse's." Next town. He did not feel like being too close.

 

"Uhhuh. I cannot take the car. Cousin crashed it last week. Give me a lift?"

 

"Ten minutes."

 

"Alright. I'm calling David."

 

He hung up. Basically he had just planned a two day's trip in the spur of a moment. Jayse's had been their "comfort" place or about three years now, a large bar where no one bothered to check IDs and girls sold themselves to whoever they could rope in for the night. The perfect kind of place.

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Cupping the younger man’s face in his palms, the older boy began to worry; not enjoying the expression that the other man was wearing. Feeling him shake lightly, Albert felt something in his stomach twist disgustingly as the unresponsive boy muttered five words. “ ……… H-He said h-he loved m-me ……… “. Feeling his pupils dilate, the older brother snapped his head to look at the other men currently in the room. “Get out. Get. Out.” The brown eyed boy snapped, grateful that they left immediately.

 

“ … O-Okay Ptiska … Fuck, you n-need to breathe … Think of happy thoughts … “ Letting out shaky breaths, the delicate looking burst out crying; collapsing in the older brother's arms. The feeling of loneliness struck him all at once, kind of like when you get promised something you have always wished for gets take away so easily. All he wanted was for the blonde haired man to come running back to him and promise him everything would be okay. He wanted to tell him that Dean was just a friend and that is all there were. Friends.

 

Feeling his brother hold him tightly against his chest, the raven haired boy continued to cry; realising that the taller man wasn’t going to come back. His chest heaved as he tried to calm himself down enough to breath correctly.

 

Placing various kisses against the younger man’s face, the older man gently stroked his lower back; hating seeing him. “ … C’mon. Let’s get you home okay?”

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It actually did not take 10 minutes to get himself delivered to Erik's. He parked in front of the imposing fence, inserting the security code to get himself inside the frontyard and letting himself in the house, the door unlocked in invitation. Two pairs of eyes stared at him as he entered, both of the youths already waiting. They both looked like they saw a ghost or another creature of the sort, frozen and unable to accept the sight.

 

"Holy shit. Dude. What the fuck happened to you?!" It was the redhead that broke the silence, his voice sounding like something that belonged to one of the victims in a horror movie.

 

Face? Oh Right. The blonde reached out and touched his own face with his fingers. Wet and warm. Oh. Was his nose bleeding? He looked down, his jacket looking like it was used to commit murder. Huh? When did that happen? Has it been like that all along? Ah. Like a doll, mechanic and emotionless he looked down at his dusty clothes. He looked like a rag. Pfft. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips, tears welling up in his eyes, leaving both of the men mortified.

 

"OK. So listen dude. Your brain is getting all sort of funny right now. Get the fuck in and go wash your face. We're staying in. There is plenty of alcohol."

 

In the end, neither David nor Eric were bad guys. They were the tipic spoiled brats true, their sitation better than most and their lives carefree. For all they knew, so was Mauri. Unable to get shaken and enjoying life and youth to the fullest. So who the hell was the person in front of them?

 

The blonde wiped his face with his sleeves, smearing the blood further onto the jacket. It was already ruined anyway so it did not feel like it mattered.

 

"What've you got?" Mauri's voice ended up soft after his fit of laughter. Fragile.

 

"Jack Daniel's." Two replies with identical timing.

 

The blonde's shoulders finally slouched and he took his shoes off. "Please just let me drink until I pass out so I can barf my liver out tomorrow."

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Unconsciously been lead away to the older man’s car, the delicate-looking boy managed to stop crying; only feeling waves of numbness roll throughout his body. The car journey seemed as if it was a blur; barely remembering anything to do with it. Albert pulled his younger brother away from the car up to the smaller man’s apartment. Once inside his small ‘house’, the fragile looking boy allowed the taller man to sit him on the sofa.

 

“ … I’ll make you some tea okay? … I-It will make you feel better.”

 

Not looking at his older brother, the beautiful boy wrapped himself in an itchy blanket; disliking the constant feeling of the cold. However, no matter how much he tried to get warmer; he still longingly missed the feeling of the blonde haired man’s arms wrapped around him. Remembering that he still had the expensive coat, the pretty boy began to cry silently; tears rolling down his cheeks.

 

He only stopped his tears once the older man passed him the cup. Cradling the cup to his chest, the beautiful shook lightly; trying not to slash any of the tea onto his skin. Deciding to place the cup back onto the broken coffee table, the blue-eyed boy wrapped his arms back around his chest. Feeling his brother pull him into his chest, the delicate-looking boy felt the tears fall again; desperately clinging onto the older man. 



 

“I-I ….. H-He … Mauri … “

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Neither of the two spoke, making way for the blonde to pass towards the bathroom. Mauri shrugged his coat off, unable to shake that feeling of heartbreak. He had really wanted to just order some pizza and and snuggle the hell out of Dmitri while watching some random show on TV. Hell, he had been so sure that the man wasn't some sort of fuckboy. He serioudly felt like slapping himself. What did he expect from someone he met yesterday...? Of course it couldn't be that good? So? What had he been in for? Money? Fame? Or just needed comfort?

 

Mauri washed his face with cold water until the blood was all gone then glanced at the mirror. His nose did not lool broken but his cheek was swelling up. He looked pathetic no matter how he saw it. No wonder the guys had that sort of reaction when the entered.

 

The blonde also patted the dust off from his jeans, then ran his fingers through his hair, swiping his hair to one side to reveal the earrings. Ah. He really wanted to curl up on the foor and cry.

 

Once he was all done, he made his way to Erik's bedroom, somewhat amazed that his parents were not home. Even so, drinking in the livingroom was not safe. The blonde sat himself down on the bed, Two bottles placed on the small table, along with three shot glasses. There was no way in hell they would be able to drink all that. He would have smiled, as it was clear Erik was going out of his way to get him properly drunk, a bucket by the bed, in case he threw up.

 

The liliac-eyed man picked up an entire bottle, but did not meet any protest. Directly from the bottle he took several gulps, making Erik regret leaving the entire bottle up for grabs. It looked like Mauri was set on fucking himself up for the night.

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~ 3 MONTHS LATER ~

 

He was getting better. He wasn’t crying all the time anymore but he still wore Marui’s jacket every time he went to sleep. His bruises have managed to disappear however consistent large black bags appeared not long after the night Dean got shot. His brother would constantly visit him, clearly not understanding why the broken man hadn’t moved on. Instead of crying himself to sleep, the beautiful boy felt no feelings at all; only a numb presence that spread out throughout his body along with the constant throb of the thin white scars and fresh red marks that scattered his inner arms.

 

Staring at his younger brother, the grey-eyed boy knotting his eyes together in worry for the tiny boy; gently brushing his thumb against the black marks under his eyes. “ … I’m fine.” The taller man swallowed sharply, pulling his fingers away slowly. He lost his little brother. Albert tried his best not to show his pain to Dmitri due to not wanting to upset him. Moving out of his car, the pretty boy didn’t say goodbye or place a kiss on the other like he used to; instead he made his way onto the street.

 

Walking down the busy high street, the broken looking boy buried his neck deeper into his cold collar; scrunching his nose up at the March breeze. Trying to warm his hands up by shoving them deeper into his pocket, the fragile looking boy found a little convenience store; releasing that he hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. Staring at the products, the beautiful boy paused with the dirty basket in his hand; getting the flashback of the violet-eyed man yet again.

 

He hated it.