Author's Notes: Drabble three.
Disclaimer: Objectionplz.
WARNING: SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW.
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x M i d n i g h t – S k y x: ; Smack Max w/ a paper fan. Lul, no, kidding. Yus, they kissed. Because I like it like that. Anyway, sorry for the long delay. Even with the Bambi eyes, it couldn't stop the Holidays. ; Sobsob.
Specialk49: Really sweet? Lul, I'll keep it fluffy with sprinkles of smut. Because I'm lame like that. I'm glad you're gunna watch it grow into a hundred.
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He is to be the one with whom the other's life depended on.
Iggy knew, that without Fang – it would be over.
Fang had a certain hold on him, each little string looped on his finger, when given a tug, could turn the blind boy's life in a certain direction, a marionette; fated to follow, forever.
And yet, now, when he sa—felt the male on top of him, whispering sweet goodbyes into his ear, Iggy whimpered, in fear. His puppeteer, leaving the puppet alone? How would there be life?
And then there is pain, searing; hot pain, and Iggy cries out, his nails dig into the flesh of Fang's exposed back, the raven-haired boy silencing him with an affectionate kiss.
So much pain, pain, pain, pain, and Iggy can't stand it, and he cries, cries, cries
And then there is pleasure, and he arches his back, wanting more, needing more, despite the fact he knew this would be the first and the last.
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The day after, the blind boy is walking down the hall, and pauses in front of Max's door, whereas sounds of hushed whispers and sweet hellos are uttered.
Iggy swallows, and continues walking.
They had marked and spiritualized their love the night before.
And yet, he knew – it was simply a marking of the end.