Back from Weps' house...

[ranuccio]

ooc: the timeline is a bit twisted but...we don't care, do we? :)

..it was quite late, and Ranuccio wasn't sure how Trevelyan was going to take to his prolonged absence. Ran should have told him he was going to be late, but he hadn't planned to fall asleep between Weps and Aragorn. He had rushed... home without a shower when he'd woken up. Maybe

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[janus_tm]

The acknowldgement makes Alec’s eyes blaze triumphantly and the hand pinning Ranuccio’s neck to the ground lightens its grip, now just curling around it in a perfect fit, fingertips moving in a barely perceptible caress against the skin.

“Right answer.. You’re not going anywhere, your place is here and you’re mine alone...”

I still want more, but it’s a start and I’ve learned not to be greedy and to take my time, waiting for your skin to grow back will teach you that.. but god, you’ve no idea how much I want you..

“Very good..” he whispers, so low and close that the words are just a brush of lips against skin, the skin of Ranuccio’s ear.

[ranuccio]

The whispered praise reaches deep down inside Ranuccio, in places long forgotten and only recently reawaken and sensitised.

He whimpers, unable to keep it inside, turning his head a little, shifting so that there's more contact between Trevelyan's lips and his skin, murmuring: "Yours. Anyway you like. Anything you want."

[janus_tm]

Ranuccio's whimper and his words feel so good that Alec almost purrs as he tastes the tender spot where ear becomes neck, his teeth leaving their mark there, quick and possessive. When Ranuccio tries to move he keeps him still, straddling his legs.

"Mine.. here and here" he growls softly, fingers mapping Ranuccio's neck and chest. "And here.." he adds, splaying his scarred hand on the muscled belly, just above the patch of hair.

[ranuccio]

It's a deep ache, springing from deep inside, something that Ranuccio has no idea was there, not really. It maybe Trevelyan's words. It may be his gesture, the touch of his hand. It maybe that Ranuccio really likes to be touched like that, by him. It may be that he's clinged to his independance sot fiercely, so obsessively, that now his own desires feel like a betrayal.

"Everywhere," he wants to say. He tries to say it, but the word comes out broken, twisted by rasping breathing. Trevelyan doesn't let him move, he's pinning him to the floor effectively. The only escape that Ran has is to turn his head, hide his face, the rug soft on his cheek, liquid shameful pain dropping on it quietly.

How long has it been? Not so long. Last time it happened on the cliff, after talking to Jason on the phone. It feels longer. "Yours," he repeats. "Everywhere."

[janus_tm]

Despite the words reaffirming his claim, despite the face turned away, Alec realizes immediately that Ranuccio is crying.
And freezes.
All sense of triumph, of finally having what he's wanted for so long drains out of him, leaving ashes in his mouth.

"I shouldn't have pushed you into this, anger comes easy to me, burns me fast.. If buying is not having, forcing isn't either. These.." he says in a dry whisper bathing a fingertip in the tracks of Ranuccio's tears and managing only with the greatest effort to refrain from taking it to his lips, "these are yours, yours alone, yet I squeezed them from you and they burn.."

He stares at the wet fingertip for a while, then realizes that he's still straddling Ranuccio, pinning him down and moves away, sitting on the rug and rubbing the wetness of the tears between his fingertips.

[ranuccio]

Trying to stop proves impossible. At least, he's quiet. But Trevelyan is right, these tears do burn. His eyes, his throat, everything seems to be on fire.

Minutes tick away as the two men stand still, until Ranuccio moves, covering the short distance to where the naked Trevelyan is sitting on his hands and knees.

"No," he murmurs, curling between Trevelyan's legs before the man can move away, resting his head in Alec's lap, face hidden against the crease of groin, lips moving against marred skin. "These tears are yours, too." And with the words come more tears, some that he didn't even remember hiding and putting away, feeling safe because Trevelyan is there. You didn't force me, he'd like to say, but it's too hard right now.

*fangirling you and Alec madly*

[janus_tm]

"Thank you then, they are a gift, because you are giving me something I do not have.." The tears wash away some of the ashes, others are blown away by the hitching breath that fans his skin and makes it feel moist and warm.

The weight of Ranuccio's head in his lap is comforting, soothes both anger and regret cleaning the slate again. They clash, they start anew, again and again, but every time something changes subtly, more of a shift in stance than a step.
Alec doesn't know what's happening, cannot see further than this.. further than the lips brushing his scars, further than his fingers combing silky hair. He only knows it feels right.

strega! mi hai fatto piangere il cucciolino.. *cuddles ranpup*

[ranuccio]

*g* perche' devo soffrire solo io? e poi, era ora che mi si sciogliesse un po', e' sempre tutto teso...ahem. Fade qui? Mi sembra un buon punto. Possiamo aprire un altro thread, post Eddie? Will rep a quello asap. E Trevelyan e' da paura. Non sono sicura d'aver capito cosa gli fa, a Ran, ma funziona. Dagli un minimo di tempo e Alec si ritrova con un'ombra appiccicata, altro che guardia del corpo *ggg*

[janus_tm]

yes, fade qui e poi un thread post-Eddie, e li' saranno cazzi *g* Fammi vedere se prima riesco a fare una cosa che frulla in testa al pupo da un po', devo fare un lavoretto di riciclaggio prima *veg*

[ranuccio]

np, io sono in dirittura di consegna oggi, non dovrei neanche sentirli respirare i pupi, ma figurati...Ran sta di nuovo parlando con Brendan di Alec *g* e sta litigando con Jason nel thread dei nomi buffi su ST...sigh...il tuo *veg* is worrying, dear, quite so ;) will check Alec's LJ, in caso mandami un poke by email quando sei pronta se non reagisco...bacioni!

[janus_tm]

http://www.livejournal.com/users/janus_tm/6864.html
non e' necessario che ran risponda, vedi tu, e' una cosa che alec voleva fare da un po' *g*

[ranuccio]

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! *mun dies* penso che mi sara' difficile impedire a Ran di rispondere. Domani. Stasera devo finire qui. Assolutamente. Wow. Che sogno da paura. Bellissimo. E mi da uno spunto per una cosa che Ran voleva fare da un po' ;) baci!

[janus_tm]

scio', via da qua, pussa via e va' a studiare.. l'incubo non se move da qua e qua stara' ancora quando tu avrai finito *baci*