I wrote this in literally ten minutes. Sorry for any mistakes.


The silence that sits between them is not uncomfortable; but lingering. Aro—ever so confident as he may be, finds himself stammering at a loss for his silver-tongued words. He swallows hard around the lump that has formed thick in his throat. He feels vulnerable, exposed like a raw nerve, and so very unlike he's ever felt with anyone else.

He can't stop staring at Caius's lips.

"I want to kiss you."

The words escape him in a hushed breath of air before he can really consider his proposal. He doesn't dare risk his touch; risk the pure unformulated thoughts of denial, so his hands instead fold awkwardly in his lap.

Caius's pale eyebrows have knotted together; though not in scold, but with incredulity. Immediately he cups his face with a rough hand and plainly presses his lips to Aro's. It is soft, chaste, a much gentler kiss that he would've expected from his harsh-mannered brother. Their mouths remain closed, spare for a brief parting of Aro's lips as he adjusts to the sensation—a sensation he has longed for, and one that is within seconds over.

Aro stares at him after, almost in a mesmerized state as he recollects his scattered thoughts. Moments pass and his face breaks into a smile, dimples and all, and seeing the way Caius smiles back just the same, he suddenly feels very foolish for ever having doubting himself.

Their lips meet again not seconds later.


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