It hadn't taken long to step out the hospital after Tybalt snapped at the nurses and doctors. Hours later, he was stepping through the doors of his uncle's home behind a mask where the party, just as Benvolio said, was pulled around in fantastic colors. He looked around at the smiles and didn't try to hide the hurt on his face.
"My ladies and my young men," A voice boomed and the music stopped, one and all turning to look at his uncle. "Let us take our moments and lift our happiness to those who have fallen, may it be before their time or not." Sadness fell upon the room and Tybalt walked closer.
Montague Lord appeared beside his uncle and he did nothing to suppress the growl that escaped him. "My Romeo once said that he would only fall in love with an angel and from what I have heard of the wondrous Julietta, she was if not nothing less." He raised a glass and all joined. A flute played thereafter and all danced once more, this time, love overflowing.
Tybalt sighed. He turned away and up the staircase, the noise of the solemnity below causing a headache in his ears.
Quickly the ache dulled as the sight of roses sent curiousity over him. Turning onto the 2nd floor, a long road of the petals presented itself. Tybalt followed it, bewilderment moving over him like a bug. It was probably Lady Capulet with one of her lovers. He stopped at the door, slowly pushing it open.
The music played below. In time with it, candles burned bright. In the orange glow, he realized he had stepped into Juliet's room.
He smiled, slowly entering the room. He began to walk about, his hands passing everything it could. In his month away, nothing of his cousin's room had changed.
He stayed at the balcony, watching the stars. Closing his eyes, he let the gentle air cross his chest.
Hands covered his own. A breath on his neck and chin on his shoulders sent shivers down his back. Fingers curled and interlocked themselves. Tybalt smiled and leant into the touch.
It wasn't until the breath spoke the song downstairs in his ear that the moment shattered.
He turned in hold, staring into deep blue eyes. "Benvo…"
"Shh, fair Tybalt, shh…" The redhead whispered his finger on the Capulet's lips. It slowly traveled to Tybalt's chest. "Your heart pounds like our horses pounding to war." Benvolio gave a smile, leaning forward. "It is alright, mine does too." He was quick to lay his lips across Tybalt's.
Tybalt stood with hidden eyes frozen in shock and, yes, he would admit it, fear. The moment hindered before Tybalt turned Benvolio away. Tybalt turned away himself, wide eyes above a hand covering his lips. Slowly, the hand dropped. "Leave me, Benvolio. Leave me be alone in mourning my cousin."
Benvolio laughed. "Come now, I only want chaste a kiss."
Tybalt pouted away from Benvolio's eyes. "Too many of those have you stolen."
"But none have I received."
Tybalt turned to Benvolio to see that drunkard smile. "You're drunk."
Benvolio laughed again. "No. Having sipped from a gauntlet of courage I have."
Benvolio took a step forward and Tybalt took to the door. "I will take no way of this."
"Pray!" Benvolio stopped him in his tracks. "Ask me a question only a sober man may answer."
Tybalt felt the shiver of Benvolio's stare upon his back. "The moment you first loved me; when?"
"My 16th summer. The first brawl between my late cousin and yourself." Benvolio said with seriousness newfound. "You left your blade at my throat and stared at me why the brightest eyes I have ever seen. Polished stone dulled in compare to your own eyes. My heart from there on does flutter at the memory." The smile returned once more. "Now, about my-"
No sooner had the thought become words, Tybalt captured the other's lips for his own. A hand massaged Benvolio's neck and quickly, he kissed back. Tybalt pulled just as, but not moving away his hand. He stared at Benvolio, seeing the man in a new light.
His lips were now quickly swelling and eyes glazed. His shirt exposed a perfect chest, smooth and glistening to the stolen moonlight. Although he did not notice, the hand left had begun to trail down the chest, sending tingles from the touch.
And before he knew it, Tybalt was kissing him again.
Benvolio stood not so still this time. His hands wove around Tybalt's shoulders, pushing off the white button up. His lips left Tybalt's, choosing now to kiss the exposed skin. The moans of the smaller man edged him on.
Tugging back onto the bed of the remembered Capulet the two fell. Tybalt let his hands roam, his eyes hidden from watching them. He moaned and rolled his head in response to Benvolio's tongue lapping at his neck.
Enduring no long, he pulled Benvolio back by his tubs of hair. He crashed their lips together as he quickly straddled the Montague. This did no more stop in their expedition, but bring forth the fumble of leather and metal.
Benvolio pulled away, staring at the man staring back at him. Bruised lips huffed beneath those wild eyes. Benvolio smiled, pulling Tybalt in once more. In doing so, his hands clasped at Tybalt's, freezing them in their dead.
Unlike the previous kisses, ling it was, this kiss was soft and loving. Once more, Tybalt was frozen. Slowly, he kissed back gently. Benvolio felt his heart flutter in hope.
He pilled away, staring at Tybalt once again. The dark-skinned man breathed, sending shivers over Benvolio. Benvolio smiled and kissed Tybalt tenderly. He flipped them over and kissed down Tybalt's chest gingerly, paying close attention to every response that the other man gave. Tonight was about Tybalt and showering him with love. The Prince had been used for too long by Lady Capulet; all could see that if they didn't already know.
Minutes felt like hours and those hours felt like millenniums and Tybalt would never complain about it. He fell upon Benvolio's chest and into waiting arms. He inhaled the scent of the other and let it drug him in ecstasy. Benvolio placed kisses feverishly against Tybalt's skin. Slowly, the kisses became further apart till they both fell asleep. And so, as doors slammed shut for drunken nighters, lovers slept in peace together from them.