Sorry this took so long to post!
I hope this makes up for it and is really good
Chapter Five: I'll Always Love You
When Toris came home with a pounding headache all was quiet. If he didn't remember what had happened the night before he would've never guessed anything bad had happened. Everything was cleaned up and put back in its proper place, but all was unusually quiet. It was never quiet. There was always music or Feliks talking on the phone or the sound of Feliks cooking. This new quiet was…disturbing. "F-Feliks?" he called taking off his coat and placing it on the coat hooks by the door, there was no answer, "Feliks!" Toris tried to straighten out his wrinkled, white button down as he began to look around the house.
Not in the living room.
Not in the dining room.
Not in the kitchen.
Not in the backyard.
He must be upstairs then…
Toris climbed up the stairs and placed his hand on the doorknob to their bedroom door. Before he entered he placed his ear against the wood, in order to hear inside. What he heard broke his heart. It was the muffled sound of sobs. No…no… Quickly, he opened the door, stepped inside and closed the door.
The Pole laid on the bed, sobbing into a pillow. He was wearing Toris's favorite t-shirt again and his hair was a tangled mess, his frame shaking and his make up running. Toris quickly, but silently, reopened the door and wet a cloth from the bathroom before his husband noticed him. When he returned he climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees, beside the blonde.
"Feliks…"
He raised his tear and snot stained face and blushed bright red. "T-TORIS?!" he exclaimed eyes wide as he tried to clean his face. I can't let Toris see me like this-.
"Here," Toris said gently, grabbing the other's chin, "let me help." With gentle hands he cleaned off snot, tears and running make up from his love's face with the damp rag. "There," he said once all was cleaned, he cupped the other's face as guilt and shame implanted itself in his throat, "Baby, I'm so sorry. Atleisk man." (forgive me)
"N-No!" he said grabbing the brunette's wrists but not pulling him away, "It was, l-like, my fault! I shouldn't have said all that st-stuff. It's…It's just that, like, I went to see Feliciano and-and he noticed I was, like, upset and I t-told him how I couldn't have a baby! He-He said that if we clear the air then, like, that could, like, help us have a baby! I-I-I tak mi przykro, chciałem tylko dziecko tak dużo! Wybacz mi, proszę, nie zostawiaj mnie, ko-kocham cię! Nie mamy mieć dziecko, jeśli nie chcesz-!" (A-A-And I'm so sorry, I just wanted a baby so much! Forgive me, please, don't leave me, I-I love you! We don't have to have a baby if you don't want to-)
"Tylėk, mano meile, aš suprantu," (Hush, my love, I understand) Toris said pressing their foreheads together, "I shouldn't have said the things I said. They were cruel and I didn't mean them. I love you and I do want a baby. I want to have one with you."
"Toris," the blonde whispered throwing his arms around his lover and holding him close, "O mój Boże, Toris!" Feliks started to cry again but these were happy tears. They were happy because Toris was going to stay with him. He wasn't going to leave him!
"Feliks…are you sure that…clearing the air will…help us make a pregnant?"
"…what…?" Feliks asked, blinking up at his love in confusion and wiping away the fresh tears. The brunette pulled away and stood up to stand at the side of the bed. "Toris, what are you doing?" he asked slightly alarmed.
"I'm…I'm going to show you my…m-my body," he said gesturing to his clothed chest.
Feliks eyes widened and panic fluttered in his chest. Along with guilty excitement. "N-No," he said sitting on his knees and reaching up to run his hands through his husband's hair, "Najdroższy, you don't have to, like, do this. I don't have to see-."
"Ne, you do," Toris said cupping the smaller male's cheek and kissing his nose. He smiled despite the anxiety that made him want to vomit, "I should've showed you long ago. I was just scared that you'd see me differently…I'm…I'm still scared, Fel, but I'm…I'm trying t-to trust that you won't…l-leave me."
Feliks smiled back shakily, pulling back a little and sitting with his legs tucked beneath him.
He took a shaky breath before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Toris made work of the buttons all too soon and tossed it to the side; soon he had lifted his white wife beater over his head and tossed that to the side as well. Taking another deep breath and squaring his shoulders he let Feliks take in as much as he wanted of his chest. That he had no problems with.
The blonde greedily looked at the chest he had been denied the pleasure of seeing for…years. It had definitely changed since then. His lover was no longer lean and flat like Feliks himself still was. What was in its place was beautiful. Toris's shoulders were broader, his biceps bigger, his pectorals were defined and there was a light outline of a four pack on his abs. Dark hair was dusted across his chest but it wasn't unattractive, in fact it made him seem rugged, and there was trail of dark hair that lead from his belly button down to his pants, where it disappeared. Feliks's eyes trained on that happy trail and his low hanging slacks and he licked his lips. God, he was so gorgeous… "I don't…see why you, like, cover this up," he finally said very quietly, he just couldn't take his eyes off the delicious, muscular chest before him. Toris blushed, all the way down to his chest, and ran a hand through his hair in embarrassment. The movement caused his muscles to ripple beneath his slightly tan skin and Feliks felt his own blush rise to his cheeks and his stomach flutter in excitement. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.
"That's…it's not my chest…" Toris admitted, "It's…it's my back…"
"Oh," his eyes widened slightly in alarm, fear now gripping his throat and he nodded, "Do you, like…want me to close my eyes or…or something?"
Silently, the Lithuanian nodded and watched as his husband did as he asked. Toris fisted his hands and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, turning so his back was exposed to the blonde. He thought about all the possible reactions that his Pole could make. His love could scream, could sob, could be disgusted, could throw him out, could yell at him, could hate him or the most unimaginable one. The other could…accept him and still love him. "G-Gerai…" Toris said keeping his eyes closed and his hands fisted, "You…You can look…"
When he opened his eyes he could believe what he saw at first. His husband, his love, had scars criss crossing all over his back. Some were silvery and thin, only visible in the lamp light, and others were harsh and jagged. They were pink or an angry red, marring the strong, broad and tan back of his husband. Once he realized what he was seeing, once he realized that he was seeing scars that were evidence of harsh abuse, he placed a hand over his mouth to muffle his scream as tears spilled uncontrollably off his face. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! It's not real, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real!
"F-Feliks?" he asked hesitantly, turning around. His mouth dropped open and he sat beside his love, wrapping his arms around him. "What's wrong? Oh my god, are you ok?!" Toris exclaimed petting his blonde head and massaging his back.
"W-Who did this?!" he choked out between sobs, staring up at Toris through foggy eyes.
"…I…Ivan…" Toris said quietly, unable to meet his eyes.
Feliks stared at him in shock. "It's…it's all my fault…" he whimpered hiding his face in his hands and sobbing harder.
"What?"
"It's, like, m-m-my fa-fault!" Feliks cried, "I sh-should've protected you m-more! I'm so s-s-sorry. Wybacz mi, przepraszam! Powinienem być tam, jestem okropny człowiek! I niech ci się stanie, nie powinien mieć te blizny! Przykro mi, że pozwolę ci się tak wiele bólu, powinien już mnie! Mam już jeden zranienia-!" (Forgive me, I'm sorry! I should've been there, I'm an awful person! I let you get hurt, you shouldn't have to have those scars! I'm sorry, I let you feel so much pain, it should've been me! I should've been the one getting hurt-!)
"No, NO!" the brunette said quickly covering Feliks's mouth with his hand, "It's not your fault, love. It's no one's fault except Ivan's."
"I w-won't ever, like, let anyone hurt you again," he promised wrapping his arms around his husband's neck and kissing his cheek.
Toris felt tears in the corners of his eyes as he cupped the back of the blonde's head and kissed his mouth. "Oh, Feliks," he whispered smiling at him and kissing his mouth over and over, "Aš tave myliu, tu mano viskas. Dėkojame būna, ačiū už mane myli." (I love you, you're my everything. Thank you for staying, thank you for loving me)
"Of-Of course I'd, like, stay!" Feliks exclaimed indignantly, running his hands up and down the new territory of the taller male's chest, "You, like, totally mean everything to me! I don't think I'd be able to, like, live without you!"
His words made his heart stuttered and Toris kissed him with everything he had. Feliks happily returned his kisses, tongues tangling together and fighting to taste the insides of each other's mouths. Of course, he won. He pushed the blonde down onto his back, ravishing his honey and strawberry flavored mouth.
The blonde moaned around the tongue in his mouth and sucked on it, wrapping his legs around his waist. "Toris~" he moaned pulling away to breathe and pant, "Oh my god, Toris~."
The brunette smirked slipping his hand between them to rub the Pole's member as he nipped and sucked at his neck, making sure he left visible markings. "Shall we get you naked?" he asked smirking seductively against his ear as he felt Feliks moan and jerk his hips up into his hand.
"T-Taip! Please, oh god, pl-please!" Feliks moaned his hand gripping the back of the taller male's head. Big hands yanked the too big t-shirt over Feliks's head and the blonde's back arched, rubbing their chests together. It was startling, to feel chest hair and warm skin rubbing against his nipples instead of the fabric of a shirt. It felt so~ much better!
"Look at this~" he chuckled hands gripping his lover's pale thighs, his gaze roamed over his lover and his cock hardened momentously. The Pole was laying on his back, chest heaving, and his hair spread out on the mattress like a halo. A pink blush made his body glow and lust made his emerald eyes dark. Toris licked his lips, eyes following the planes of his flat stomach and hairless chest all the way down to the hot pink, lace panties around the smaller male's erect member. "Hm, your panties are already wet~" he teased running his fingertips over the damp laces and silk.
Feliks mewled, hands gently caressing his lovers back with his fingernails. He felt the little bumps of the scars and they made him shiver with want. "Take 'em off," the blonde mewled trailing his fingers down over his lover's happy trail to cup his erection through his slacks, "Daj mi to~!" (give it to me)
He moaned biting Feliks's earlobe as he literally ripped the panties in half and threw them into the corner of their room. "Fuck, make that noise again," Toris practically begged tongue sliding down to his nipples. He took one in his mouth, sucking and licking harshly.
Obediently, Feliks mewled heels digging impatiently in the brunette's lower back. "To-Toris~" he whimpered humping desperately into his Lithuanian's leg.
"You want me?" he continued to tease as he eased his slacks down and off his body.
"TAIP!" Feliks exclaimed spitting on his own fingers and shoving two into his entrance. His fingers slammed into his prostate and he screamed, the sensation added to the burn that his insides experienced were absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. "O-Oh, T-Tor-Toris!" he moaned as he fucked himself on his fingers, knowing full well that his husband was watching him with hungry green eyes.
"Damn," the Lithuanian rasped licking his suddenly dry lips, "You that horny or just impatient?"
He found himself laughing through his pleasure, a third finger being added as sweat slid off his temples. "Bo-AH!" Feliks gasped eyes rolling back and hips jerking upward, his legs began to quiver, "Toris~ m-make love to me!"
Toris growled, yanking away his lover's hand and pinning his wrists to the mattress. "Let me take care of you," he rasped using one hand to spit on and slick up his member. He slowly pushed in; savoring Feliks's moans and mewls. He didn't stop until he was all the way inside his lover, panting as he fought to hold still.
"Move," Feliks begged arching up to rub his body against all of his naked Lithuanian's, so much new territory to explore… "Pieprz mnie mocno, pieprz mnie tak mocno, że mogę zajść w ciążę, proszę!" (fuck me hard, fuck me so hard that I get pregnant, please)
Quickly he pulled out and slammed back in, starting a fast and rough pace. He pumped in and out, reaching down to rubbing and knead the Pole's weeping member. Both knew they weren't going to last long. In fact, it was only about five minutes of Toris actually being inside his lover that Feliks came, screaming, "TORIS~!" and the clenching of his muscles drew the brunette deep as he came with a loud moan.
Toris collapsed on top of the Pole who grunted and panted. "O…M…G," the blonde said between gasps, wrapping his pale arms around the other's shoulders, "That was, like, tots amazing baby."
He chuckled, rolling onto his back so he was still inside Feliks as the Pole rested on top of him. "Make up sex is the best sex right?" Toris teased kissing his love's nose. The smaller male giggled, nuzzling into his neck and kissing his collar bone.
"I want to, like, stay like this forever," he hummed giggling at the end of the confession, "Hmmm~ I love you, like, so much!"
Toris kissed the top of his head, feeling drowsy, "Me too, Fel, me too…"
…that felt really short…
I'm so sorry this is taking me soo fucking long! I have school and other stories…it's just…UGH! Only three of my seven classes are Academic, the rest are Honors…that should make me happy right? But NO! TOO MUCH MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT WORK! ….no me gusta TT_TT it's too much work…fucking bullshit…I don't even have time to write…
Anyways I'm sooooo sorry and I hope this crap chapter makes up for everything
Je t'aime, mes anges!
~kitty
