Of Bite Marks & Birthmarks.
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Marty shook his head in dismay at his friend. That cat thought he was real slick didn't he? Well the zebra had news for Alex. The lion had about as much stealth as crashing helicopter on fire.
They lay out under the African stars in the grass alone. The night was cool and the sky was clear. It was perfect for two friends to just sit out late and watch the universe up above their heads.
There was just one slight issue. Only one of them was looking up, that one being Marty, while the other being Alex who was too busy casting glances down.
The cat thought he was getting away with it too, how funny. He didn't see how Marty always caught those blue feline eyes jumping back up last second whenever the zebra checked to see where they were pointed.
Alex gave a sheepish grin, thinking he'd been caught and he was but Marty always played it off by giving a smile and looking back up at the stars. Every time the lion thought he hadn't been caught, his gaze eventually ended up back down.
Marty didn't even think the cat was trying to hide it anymore. The monochromatic steed was able to hide his grin and silent chuckling since he was lying on his side away from the lion. The zebra found it hilarious that Alex kept staring at his butt. He didn't know what about his rear was so amusing to the cat but it must have been better than a television show since it intrigued the lion's attention so much.
The zebra thought of many reasons on why the cat was staring. Maybe Alex felt sorry about biting him all that time ago. Maybe the lion skipped a meal and was hungry and was trying not to sink his teeth there again. If that was the case perhaps Marty figured he should move or something. Although there was another reason that Marty thought Alex was staring for. Heck maybe it was a good sight back there.
Oddly none of those reasons disturbed Marty at all. They'd been best friends for years. There was nothing they hadn't been through together. They were really close and no matter what they fought or argued over, they knew for a fact it wouldn't last no more than a day. They never stayed mad at each other. Why should they?
So naturally the zebra had no qualms about the staring. He was sure Alex had his reasons or intentions whatever they were. He could easily block out his worries about the situation but there was absolutely no way he'd be able to hide his growing curiosity of what the lion was thinking about whenever those eyes settled on his backside.
Marty snorted finally without looking back at his friend. "You gonna tell me what's so interesting back there or am I gonna have to turn back there and see for myself? I could at least beat it outta ya, Al. You know we don't be keeping secrets now."
Alex frowned and blushed, ripping his eyes from down to up at the back of his friend's mohawk head. "Oh uh…It's nothing." The lion lied quickly, looking up at the stars as if they were the most interesting thing he'd been thinking about all night.
Well the zebra tried to do it the easy way. Now Marty turned over on his other side to face the wild cat. His eyelids were lowered expectantly as he rested his head on his hoof. He stared at the uncomfortable lion that tried to keep up his gaze at the stars.
Marty rolled his eyes and grabbed Alex's chin with his other hoof he wasn't resting on, making the lion look at him in the face.
Alex stared back, twiddling his large fingers a bit nervously. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked away from the steed again only for the back of his head and his back to be shoved down onto the ground. The lion huffed out air and blinked his eyes open. His buddy had pushed him down to his back and was now holding both sides of his golden face with two black hooves. His cheeks were squeezed, squishing his face in a little. He knew what this meant. The subject was never going to be let go until looked into. Well he could always lay his way out of it. The zebra was never able to tell anyway, no matter how much it thought it could.
Nothing was ever going to stop the lion from looking at that bite mark on Marty's butt. It would always be there and he wouldn't have it any other way. Not that he was glad he had hurt his friend sometime earlier in life or that it was a reminder of the one time he'd lost it and nearly killed Marty or the rest of his friends. It was more of a possessive thing.
That mark would forever brand the zebra as his. Not as his kill or his dinner but as just his. Alex's Marty because there was no other like it in the world. Alex's Marty with the black with white stripes. The lion loved the sound of that.
Besides, Marty never needed to know about that stupid scar anyway. He was pretty sure the zebra already knew to whom it belonged. Just in case Marty didn't know and had to ask one day, Alex would have no qualms of reminding him.
Marty squeezed the lion's cheeks with a smirk like he knew all. "You know you're a horrible liar don't you?"
Alex leaned into those hooves that held his face discreetly, knowing for a fact the zebra actually knew nothing. He'd keep these things to himself for as long as it took and even longer for their friendship's sake. His eyes took a final glance to the striped rear longingly before he let it go, looking back up to blue amused eyes that mirrored his. "I know," He muffled. But you don't.