Hallo! Glad to know you guys are actually gonna read this fic! YAY! Ok, so as you probably already know, this fic will contain boyxboy romance and stuff like that, so don't go and flame me if you're traumatised afterwards! LOL
Marcus' POV
There he was, relaxing against a tree with a couple of weird flowers and plants in his lap, probably collecting the items he needed for his potions. I watched in fascination as his, for once ungloved and delicate fingers carefully sorted the herbs into neat piles according to their kind. The reason I was standing there? Baku had sent me to look for him… Um, about an hour ago I think. Heh, it didn't really take me much time to find him, though. As a matter of fact, I'd noticed him right away, the moment I stepped out of the wrecked Prima Vista. But I just chose to ignore the Boss' orders for a moment, to let my eyes wander over the image in front of them, cos God, even with all the cuts and bumps he'd received from the crash Blank still managed to look damn beautiful.
He seemed to be completely oblivious of my presence, and my shameless staring, so I took this rare chance to take a good look at him.
Oh man, how I want him...How I want to bury my fingers in that crimson mop of hair, how I want to caress his skin and feel those soft, full lips on mine, how I want to gaze into those sparkling green orbs and see nothing but love in them...God, I know I'm starting to sound mushy, but this is just how I feel, so shut the hell up all of you.
'Bro, I'm not gonna bite, y'know.'
The sound of his voice nearly gave me a heart attack. How the hell did he know I was there! He looked up from his task of tying the flowers together and shot me a playful grin. I felt my cheeks heat up. Damn…
'B-Baku's looking for you.' Yeah, right on, casanova.
'Oh.' He looked down again in what almost seemed like dissapointment and plucked at a stubborn and sticky leaf that was stuck on the piece of string he wore around his wrist. It was a real crappy thing I'd given him a long time ago, but it made me happy to see he still wore it. Even though Zidane said it was gay, and the Boss threatened to kill us both if we'd ever confess being gay.
I cleared my throat at a loss of what to do as Blank didn't really seem to care that much about Baku's orders.
'Alright, I get the hint.' He sighed, gathering his work in his arms and sending me a glare in mock anger. I grinned back at him as I heard him mutter things like 'jackass' and 'mommy's boy' under his breath. God he's so fucking gorgeous. I imagined how I'd slowly let my finger wander over his natural cheek, and his delicate neck...
I was violently pulled back to reality as I saw him stumble in his attempt to stand without the use of his arms. In a matter of seconds, I'd rushed over to catch him.
Blank's POV
Oh, God…one moment I'm about to fall on my fucking face, and the next I find my nose pressed into Marcus' chest! Hm, this ain't so bad…Maybe I should pretend to be seriously hurt, ghehehe…Nah, he'll see right through me. Oh, well, better enjoy this moment as long as it lasts!
