Feliks woke with the sun, stretching his arms, relishing in the pop and snap of his joints. He looked across the bed, across the hills and valleys of blankets, and the sweat and cum and the scent of sex, to see a pale leg thrown over the blankets, white scars standing out in sharp relief in the light of the rising sun.
Toris had insisted that the curtains be drawn every time they made love. Feliks wanted the windows thrown open, so the quiet countryside could hear every groan, every squeak of the bedsprings, but he knew Toris wouldn't like that. So he had bought thin curtains that hid nothing and let the warm morning light in.
Feliks scooted closer to Toris, careful not to wake him. The warm light flushed Toris's skin. Feliks traced a finger over scars that littered Toris's chest. There was a particularly deep one that ran from his collarbone to the flat planes of his stomach. The bastard had liked Toris's stomach. It was one of the few places that there were no scars, just a smooth expanse of skin that the bastard had left unmarked.
Feliks's blood began to boil. The bastard, with his creepy eyes, sick fetishes and smile that made your skin crawl just thinking about it.
He continued trailing his fingers, pausing when Toris stirred.
Toris's eyes flew open, wide and frightened. Feliks sat up, gently pushing Toris back down when he tried to scramble away.
"Liet? Liet, it's, like me. I'm not him, I'm me," Feliks soothed, stroking his hair.
Toris was shaking, his fists clenching and unclenching the sheets.
Feliks gently brushed Toris's face with the back of his hand. Toris flinched violently, his breathing too fast.
"Liet? It's, like, me. It's totally okay." Feliks murmured. Toris's shaking slowed, and his breathing slowed.
"Feliks," he mumbled.
"It's totally me."
"I had another nightmare."
"I know." Feliks wrapped his arms more securely around Toris.
Toris dropped his head. "I remembered when I got this one." He traced his finger over the deep scar on his chest.
They didn't say anything for a while; they just lay there, tangled together until the rising sun made it too hot to be comfortable among the blankets.
"Liet? You, like, wanna take a shower, and I'll totally make us breakfast?" Feliks asked.
Toris didn't say anything?"
"Liet?"
"Why do you love me?" Toris's eyes were wet, and his lips were trembling as he looked up at Feliks.
"What?"
"Look at me! I'm ugly!" Toris stretched out his arms and legs, throwing the scars into sharp relief.
Tears collected at the corners of Toris's eyes and trailed down his cheeks. "I'm damaged goods Feliks."
Feliks pushed his way back into Toris's embrace, pushing the tears off of his face. "Liet, you're beautiful. You're beautiful and I love you."
He pressed his finger to a scar on Toris's upper arm. Toris flinched. "Every part of you is beautiful."
He moved closer to Toris. Their eyes met and they shared a soft kiss.
The kiss promised something more, something sweet. It promised waking in the other's arms, admiring sunrises, and lovingly tracing scars that would be soothed with the healing balm of soft lips.
"C'mon, let's like, totally take a shower," Feliks said with a mischievous grin.
Toris's eyes widened and he blushed.
Feliks backtracked quickly, "Or, like I can make breakfast while you shower."
"No, no, let's shower together," Toris said, smiling.
Feliks grinned widely. "Let's, like, totally go, gorgeous," he said, tugging Toris's scarred arm to the bathroom.
Author's note- Just a little thing I wrote in study hall. I ship this couple so hard, they're so adorable!
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