My First Burn Notice Fic! Prompt: Butterflies
Title: Fragile
Author: Blazeorfade
Rating: R
Pairing: Michael/Victor
Summary: Victor talks at night, when its just him and Michael.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Or this would be in every episode.
A/N: Prompt: Butterflies, requested by wickedtruth
Its a sweltering night and the back door is open in an attempt to get come kind of air in the loft. Nevertheless Michael can’t be bother enough by the heat to move Victor’s heavy thigh off of him. Their sweat mingles and drips and Mike is in and out as Victor traces patterns over his chest and stomach, mumbling as he goes. Michael only catches some of what Victor says.
It's something Victor does every night in the time between long heated bouts of sex and the surprisingly easy sleep that comes with Vic half on top of him.
“….don’t know how fragile they are. But we do.” Victor is mumbling into Michael’s ear the next time he fades back in.
“Mmmm?” Michael half opens his eyes to watch Victor’s fingers trace whatever it is that runs through the man’s mind when they’re like this. He can’t see Victor’s face with it pressed in so close in the crook of Michael’s neck, crooning half mad thoughts into his ear.
“People, Michael. They don’t know how easy it is to break them. Like plucking the wings off a butterfly….” Victor trails off, nibbling at the pulse point at Michael’s neck. Mike is suddenly thinking of the thin layer of skin between Victor’s teeth and that vital artery and shivers. Vic’s eyelashes brush over Mike’s skin when he blinks, he's so close to Michael.
Still Victor pulls his spy closer, wrapping an arm tightly over him. Victor raises his head onto his one hand, staring down at Michael with alert, dark eyes. Times like these cold fear mingles with raw lust and Michael swallows hard.
“Victor.” He says roughly.
“You understand how it is, Michael, cause you’ve seen it.” Victor says insistently, leaning down to give Michael a sloppy brush of a kiss.
“Too much of it.” Michael replies, pressing his half hard cock up into Victor’s thigh. Victor laughs darkly for a second before turning serious again.
“People like us can’t be butterflies though,” Victor takes Michael’s face in his hand, caressing and assessing at the same time. He liked to know Michael was there and real and alive. Surviving, unlike Victor’s family.
“No otherwise the people we love get hurt.” Michael says giving his lover the answer he’s looking for.
“Hmmm.” Victor voices his approval and presses down against Michael’s cock as a reward.
Soon they’re moving against each other in a rough collide of skin. Victor aligns his cock against Michael’s pumping his fist over the both of them. It isn’t enough. Michael un-traps one of arms from under Vic and grasps Victor’s ass to bring him closer. He bites down against Victor’s neck and the growl Michael gets in return is all it takes for him to come sweating and gasping all over himself and Victor. Victor slides his down Michael’s sticky, wet stomach and laps at his semen and sweat covered hand , making Michael squirm for more pressure against his sensitized dick. Victor complies rubbing his hardness against Michael till pleasure turns to pain.
“Victor.” Michael gasps, dizzy from sex and sweat and the heady scent of Victor above him.
Victor traps his mouth in one last brutal kiss as he comes, writhing against Michael till he collapses, shaking and breathing like its his last breath. Michael holds onto Victor while he comes down, back to himself and the sense that’s still left in him.
Michael feels Victor smile into his shoulder and laughs for no logical reason. Michael laughs too and thinks that maybe madness is catching.
-Fin
Author: Blazeorfade
Rating: R
Pairing: Michael/Victor
Summary: Victor talks at night, when its just him and Michael.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Or this would be in every episode.
A/N: Prompt: Butterflies, requested by wickedtruth
Its a sweltering night and the back door is open in an attempt to get come kind of air in the loft. Nevertheless Michael can’t be bother enough by the heat to move Victor’s heavy thigh off of him. Their sweat mingles and drips and Mike is in and out as Victor traces patterns over his chest and stomach, mumbling as he goes. Michael only catches some of what Victor says.
It's something Victor does every night in the time between long heated bouts of sex and the surprisingly easy sleep that comes with Vic half on top of him.
“….don’t know how fragile they are. But we do.” Victor is mumbling into Michael’s ear the next time he fades back in.
“Mmmm?” Michael half opens his eyes to watch Victor’s fingers trace whatever it is that runs through the man’s mind when they’re like this. He can’t see Victor’s face with it pressed in so close in the crook of Michael’s neck, crooning half mad thoughts into his ear.
“People, Michael. They don’t know how easy it is to break them. Like plucking the wings off a butterfly….” Victor trails off, nibbling at the pulse point at Michael’s neck. Mike is suddenly thinking of the thin layer of skin between Victor’s teeth and that vital artery and shivers. Vic’s eyelashes brush over Mike’s skin when he blinks, he's so close to Michael.
Still Victor pulls his spy closer, wrapping an arm tightly over him. Victor raises his head onto his one hand, staring down at Michael with alert, dark eyes. Times like these cold fear mingles with raw lust and Michael swallows hard.
“Victor.” He says roughly.
“You understand how it is, Michael, cause you’ve seen it.” Victor says insistently, leaning down to give Michael a sloppy brush of a kiss.
“Too much of it.” Michael replies, pressing his half hard cock up into Victor’s thigh. Victor laughs darkly for a second before turning serious again.
“People like us can’t be butterflies though,” Victor takes Michael’s face in his hand, caressing and assessing at the same time. He liked to know Michael was there and real and alive. Surviving, unlike Victor’s family.
“No otherwise the people we love get hurt.” Michael says giving his lover the answer he’s looking for.
“Hmmm.” Victor voices his approval and presses down against Michael’s cock as a reward.
Soon they’re moving against each other in a rough collide of skin. Victor aligns his cock against Michael’s pumping his fist over the both of them. It isn’t enough. Michael un-traps one of arms from under Vic and grasps Victor’s ass to bring him closer. He bites down against Victor’s neck and the growl Michael gets in return is all it takes for him to come sweating and gasping all over himself and Victor. Victor slides his down Michael’s sticky, wet stomach and laps at his semen and sweat covered hand , making Michael squirm for more pressure against his sensitized dick. Victor complies rubbing his hardness against Michael till pleasure turns to pain.
“Victor.” Michael gasps, dizzy from sex and sweat and the heady scent of Victor above him.
Victor traps his mouth in one last brutal kiss as he comes, writhing against Michael till he collapses, shaking and breathing like its his last breath. Michael holds onto Victor while he comes down, back to himself and the sense that’s still left in him.
Michael feels Victor smile into his shoulder and laughs for no logical reason. Michael laughs too and thinks that maybe madness is catching.
-Fin