For the raptures and roses of vice

[julien_thorn]

Julien finished cleaning his brushes, taking the time to lay them out flat so they'd dry in the right shapes, and then he turned out the light and locked his studio behind him. He walked barefoot down the little garden path that led to the main house - their cottage - and paused to turn around and take in the beauty of the landscaping. It had been

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[julien_thorn]

Julien wasn't the least bit surprised when Eden tackled him, knocking him roughly into the dirt. He settled onto his back with a laugh, one palm pressing against the center of Eden's chest, then sliding down to his stomach. He twisted his hand, stroking the backs of his fingers back up, then letting just the tips explore Eden's throat. His eyes lost their focus as a sharp crack of thunder exploded overhead, followed by another shot of lightning.

"Eden Frost," Julien whispered, his eyes never leaving Eden's skin. He was reminded of their time in Aspen, of the night when Julien gave Eden the bracelet that he still liked to wear - the night he had told Eden, without a doubt, that he was in love with him. "I think you get more beautiful every night. And every night, my love for you grows a little bigger."

Julien let both hands fall to Eden's stomach, encircling his waist briefly and then sliding together to undo his pants. He whimpered, managing to tear his eyes away from his skin, to look up into Eden's eyes.

"My want for you consumes me."