author's note: this idea came out of nowhere. it was inspiried by a panel inthe manga where all you see is nezumi's neck, and he's talking about how he was caught. i stared at that panel for a while, and then bam! i started writing this. i apologize if it makes no sense, and that it ends kind of abruptly. that's just when i stopped writing. it felt right to end it there. i might continue this.
Sion's favorite part of Nezumi is Nezumi's neck. Sion loves how long it is, how when Nezumi tilts his head, he exposes more of the skin hidden by his trademark scarf.
Nezumi's neck is pale and untouched, free from blemishes and scars. It is pure, and Sion is obsessed with seeing the milky skin no one else gets to see.
Nezumi doesn't notice Sion's obsession with his neck. Sion has made sure of this. Sion admires from a distance, always longing to touch that perfect skin, but never doing so, knowing quite well the boundaries Nezumi has put up, even if they are lowered for him.
Sion loves when Nezumi touches his own neck. To see elegant fingers, fingers that can harm without remorse but can create and illustrate beauty, sends shivers down Sion's spine. He wishes to be able to do that, to touch Nezumi without consequence, to feel the smooth skin beneath his fingertips.
But what Sion truly and deeply wants to do is mark Nezumi's neck. He wants to disfigure it, cause it to lose its pale beauty of smooth skin to bruises and indentations. He wants to know what Nezumi's neck tastes like, how it would feel in his mouth, what Nezumi's reaction to Sion biting would be. Sion wants to be the one, apart from Nezumi, to own Nezumi's neck.
The craving, the want, the inescapable need to do this, to mar that perfect skin, sends Sion into a quiet frenzy most nights. Sion lays not even inches away from Nezumi's neck, his breath quietly hitting the tempting flesh in front of him, and Sion is always drawn to it, always wanting to give into temptation and put his lips on that skin to feel it, then his tongue to taste it, then his teeth to bite it, mark it. Too many times has Sion come close to doing exactly that, doing what he feels he needs to do, anything to try and curb the obsession he has with this one part of Nezumi's body. But Sion has always stopped himself, always stopped right before his lips made contact with that skin, listing all the reasons why, if he decides to go through with this craving of his, it would be a horrible idea to do so. And so he just stares, stares at Nezumi's neck that's so close, oh so close, but so far away.
Sion doesn't know if he can keep control of himself with the object of his desires within his reach yet being untouchable.
author's note: if anything is unclear, at all, let me know through a review or pm. thank you so much for reading! i hope that you enjoyed this.