'That is the absolute fucking worst day in the year' so or something close to this would Marco's answer be, if you would dare to come close enough to ask him what he thought right now. Why? Let's see.
(Ace is still a fucking child. Why did I decide to date him, or even let him move in!?) Marco thought, blinking through half closed eyes, trying to not fall asleep right then and there. It's his bed after all. Why should he not be allowed to sleep? Because of his hyperactive, on his arms tugging, on the bed jumping, boyfriend. Why else? It's Ace after all. But it is, what, 2 in the morning? Yes. Well, apparently not for Ace.
"Marco! Marco! Marco! Marco! Marco! Marco, are you awake? Marco! Marco! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Marco! Now! Come on! Marco! We must hurry! MARCO!" the Raven jumped, tugged, and annoyed the hell out of Marco. (he can be so glad I sweared to myself to never hit him...) Marco growled low "Ace. What." while trying to ignore the fluffy ball of bouncing energy
Ace let out a sound of happiness "Marco! Your awake! Get up! We have to leave! Now!" while saying so, the Raven proved his point by zooming out of the bed, barely missing Marcos crotch with his knee. "Come on!" he shouted and ripped the warm blanked of Marcos now exposed body
The sudden motion and the loss of his warmth did the job and he bolted upwards "ACE!"
The only answer Marco was getting, was delightful laughter, ringing through the apartment. With a sigh, coming from the deepest part of his soul, Marco stood up. (why am I doing this e-) he didn't get to finish his thought before a bunch of clothes hit him in the face and nearly knocked him down again.
"Ace. I really hope the entire city, no the entire country is burning if you have to weake me in the middle of the night. Like this." Marco growled annoyed while dressing himself and trying to understand what the hell is going on.
Ace rushed in a blur of black and red past the door frame, giggling and mumbling "yeah. Fire. Sure..." he stops on the way back and sticks his head in the room, taking the sight of his visible pissed boyfriend in and chooses to ignore his mood completely. "MARCO! Are you done? Come!" he waved the blond towards himself and grinned like the freckled sunshine he is. "PLEAAAAAASEEEEEEEEEEEE!" he all but whined when Marco didn't seem to move at all.
"... I have coffee? Oh come on Marco! Please! Swing that good looking peace of meat over here and come with me!" Ace, vibrating in place from the pure excitement, whined some more and tried to coax Marco out of the bedroom. Don't get him wrong, he likes the bedroom. And Marco in it... But not now! They have to go outside! NOW!
(One way or another.) he thought when the patience from the shorter one snaps and before the other one can understand what coffee means, he finds himself, suddenly, stumbling towards his boots.
Ace kneels in front of Marco, fighting with the shoelaces and stuffing Marco's feet inside the boots "take your thickest jacket and your gloves." he demands while tying the second one "we can go back to sleep after this. Now come!" Ace stands back up, himself already dressed in his red winterjacket, black boots, gloves, earmuffs, a scarf...
Marco closes his own jacked "could you at least say where we are going? And where is the coffee." he sounds grumpy. Probably because he is grumpy. But Ace can ignore that perfectly fine, he's still grinning, making small movements in his joy, fighting against the urge to run outside and leaving Marco behind. "Great! Your done!" he takes Marcos Hand and goes through the door, dragging him with him, down the hall and the stairs and outside the house, where he stops and turns to Marco. "Look!" he beams up at him.
(Snow... He kicks me out of the bed, in the middle of the night, under the week, after an exhausting day of work in the hospital... Because of Snow?) one of Marcos eyelids twitches. "Ace? Why exactly are we here?" he looks as his boyfriend, slowly, while feeling how the annoyance becomes disbelieve and anger. And more annoyance.
Ace, grinning and jumping, already trying to make a snowman, laughs at him. "It snows! For the first time in the Year! And so much! Come on Marco! It's beautiful! And so quiet!" he rushes back to Marco, hugging him. "Please. Don't look at me like that. It's snowing! And nobody is here! Let's go to the park! There is so much snow! And space!" he beams up at him, slowly noticing the pulsing vein on Marcos temple, his smile falling a bit "Marco? What's wrong?"
"Run, Ace. Fucking run as fast as you can." he shoves the younger one away, glaring daggers at him "What? Why? Marco? Wha-" Marco doesn't let him finish his question "I'm going to murder you. Run. As much as I love you, beg to whatever God is up there, I don't get you in my hands." and with that, Marco jumps towards the now pale Raven, aiming for his throat.
Ace takes of, suddenly finding the will of live, he starts running, Marco close behind him. He runs along the Street, screaming bloody murder, sliding across the sidewalk, nearly falling some stairs down, all the way running.
After about 15 minutes, still running and now panting from the screaming and cursing, Ace reaches the park. The cold air burning in his lungs, making him feel like he don't get air at all, the predator still behind him. That's, when Ace makes the fatal mistake. He turnes left, like he does every time when taking a run in this park. Its a smart move, don't get him wrong. Staying in a familiar surrounding is good... When, and only WHEN the other doesn't know that and can't tackle you to the ground when you are running away.
The hurried steps coming to an end. For a whole second, everything is silent. So silent and peaceful-
"OOOFFFFFFF! " Two bodys crashed together, knocking both to the ground, one on top of the other.
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Ace blinks up at Marco, who's pinning him to the ground, grinning and panting himself. He only thing he can hear is his blood, roaring through his body. The only thing he can feel is the pressure from above, where Marco holds him and the cold that's creeping through his back, attacking him, sending him in a shocked daze. The only thing he can see, is Marco. His boyfriend. Looming over him, breathing heavily, grinning like the devil himself, love and joy in his eyes. The anger and annoyance vanished, to be never seen again in his so beautiful and clear blue eyes...
The snow is falling soundlessly...
Marco stares down at the raven, his raven. How he looks up to him, with his eyes that are glitting like Obsidian-jewels, full of shock but also happiness and love, and so much more. Those eyes will always be full of emotions. Everytime. No matter what. Aces cheeks and nose are tinted slightly pink, his black hair spread around him like a halo of darkness. A comforting, soothing, darkness. The white snow, tangled between the black mess, is a beautiful contrast to the freckles on his face, those freckles that are making him look so childish, matching his personality. Those freckles that are everywhere on his body, those freckles that Marco loves to kiss. Everyone. Those freckles that are perfect for Ace. His freckles. The one, that belongs to his boyfriend.
A single snowflake falls on the tip of Ace's nose. Making him scrunch it and sending a shiver through his body. He blinks again, seeing how Marco leans in, coming closer.
"You are dead. Right?" Marco whispers breathless against his lovers lips, earning a giggle and a nod, before those lips crashed against his.
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The couple spends some minutes like that. Laying in the snow, kissing, slowly, loving, happy. Marco turns around with Ace, sits up and places him in his own lap, lips never parting for long. Arms around the other body, holding each other close. Enjoying the moment, feeling each other, still kissing, they start to laugh quietly. Cuddling and laughing a bit, they shared some warmth.
"are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Marco whispers against a freckled nose, a bit worried about the smaller one. "I'm fine. No worries, I've a thick skull." Ace mumbles back, still placing some straying kisses on the others face, loving the moment and forgetting the cold. Marco nods, before letting go. "So.. Snowman you say?" he smiles down at the Ravens face, which lit up at the question, now nodding enthusiastically. "YES!"
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After about 2 hours, they are back home. Having build at least a small Snowman army along the mainpath of the park, started a snowball war-which Ace Won, having hit Marco accidentally in the face while aming at his balls-, created one dozend Snowangles what starter by Ace, faceplanting himself in the snow while laughing to hard at Marcos expression after the snowball hit. They took a hot shower, Marco got his promises coffee while Ace enjoyed a hot chocolate. Now, they are back in bed, exhausted but happy, Ace snuggled as close as possible to Marco's chest, half of his body on top of him, smiling while slowly drifting to sleep. Marco watching him, careful stroking through the, still damp, black locks. Massaging his scalp a bit.
"Good night Baby"
"S'hut up. 'M trying to sleep."
"I love you too."
Marco smiles, getting a light snore as an answer.
Everything is perfect.
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