A/N ~ Well, a new story… I hope you peoples like it.
This is a oneshot, well, not even a oneshot just a random drabble. This is a slash story which is basically Male/Male. Whatever, if you don't like, don't read.
Pairing: DustfingerxMo
Oh and by the way, Inkheart and the characters do not belong to me :3
Enjoy!
Mo was crying, and he was crying hard. He had just discovered that Capricorn had killed his wife and daughter. Not Capricorn's men, but Capricorn himself, meaning it would have been painful and horrendous.
It ripped him apart, all this time he had spent looking for the book, and just to have it all end like this, in failure was devastating.
He couldn't go on, everything he had worked for in the last ten years or so was for nothing, just for death, it seemed.
He was falling apart and Dustfinger new he needed some help, some comfort. Dustfinger knew he had to do something, but what? What can I do? He thought. How can he comfort someone who had just lost everything he had?
Dustfinger could sympathize a little on what Mo was feeling; he had been pulled out of the book away from his family. But they weren't dead; at least he didn't think they were. He had that little glimmer of hope that he would be able to go back one day and see them again.
He had to do something. A hug? Would that be okay? Would it help? He mused.
He walks over to Mo; who was leaning against a brick wall; he brings his arms up and pulls Mo into an awkward hug, pulling him away from the cold wall.
Mo's breath hitches in his throat but he doesn't stop crying, instead he cries all the more harder.
After a while the sobs reside.
Mo crept his arms around Dustfinger's waist; under his jacket. Dustfinger doesn't question him; if it makes him feel better, then why not?
Dustfinger rubs Mo's back, comfortingly, sighing. He kind of likes this hug. It had been so long since he had actually hugged someone. It was so peaceful, just standing there. He could feel his problems drifting away; as if they didn't even matter anymore.
He felt as if this hug was more important that anything in the world right now.
Mo grabs the back of Dustfinger's t-shirt, pulling him into a deeper embrace, with their bodies flush against each other. Dustfinger sighs quietly into Mo's hair.
Dustfinger pulls his head back a little for a better view of Mo's face. Mo looks up at him with wet, bleary eyes. Dustfinger brings one of his hands up from around Mo's waist to wipe away some of the fallen tears.
"Don't cry, Moe." He whispers as he wipes away the rest of the tears. He brings his other hand up and cradles Mo's face. "Moe…" He sighs as he moves his head forward and rests his forehead on Mo's, closing his eyes.
"Yeah?" Mo replies, a little too high pitched.
"I'm sorry" is all Dustfinger says.
"Sorry for wh-" Mo is cut off as Dustfinger places his lips over his.
Mo is shocked at first, but then he feels himself melting to the kiss. He kisses back with a little more passion. Dustfinger sees this as confirmation to deepen the kiss.
He runs his tongue over Mo's bottom lip, who gasps at the contact. Dustfinger pushes his tongue into Mo's mouth.
Again, Mo is shocked, but his shock doesn't last that long. He is enjoying the kiss. He begins the battle of dominance between their entwined tongues. He brings his hands up and runs his fingers through Dustfinger's rough hair.
Dustfinger runs his hands through Mo's hair, down his back and to the hem of his pants. He moves down slowly, pushing past the hem.
Mo pulls away from the hot kiss; his eyes still half mad with lust.
"Can we take this a little slower?" He asks, his voice low.
"Sure, I have all the time in the world" comes the loving reply.