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Type: Oneshot
Title: Alive
Rating: NC-17
Warning/s: Slash, Semi-dark fic, Adult themes, Character Death
Pairing/s: Demetri/Mark, past Demetri/Zoey, past Mark/Olivia
Summary: Addictions can change, but they'll still be addictions.
Note: I like all the characters so far, my views on their personality are for this story only, characters may be considered OOC.
Betaed by runriggers AKA Bardicfaerie
Demetri was alive.
It was Demetri's warmth that penetrated his skin, Demetri's chest he pressed against.
Demetri's legs wrapped around his waist, Demetri's breath brushing across his flesh.
Demetri was alive.
Demetri's teeth cut into his bottom lip as he crushed their mouths together, Demetri's fingernails clawed the crease between his thighs and his buttocks, Demetri's heat clenched around him.
Demetri's future had changed, Mark had changed it.
Pop pop pop, 1 2 3, three bullets, but they'd gone into Zoey's chest, not Demetri's.
Demetri was alive.
Olivia was gone; she'd set her future in stone before Demetri would have been murdered, the impact of that had been massive.
Mark had changed Demetri's future, Olivia had set her's in stone; the future had changed, but it had stayed the same.
Mark had been lost, but Demetri was alive, and Mark clung to that.
And Demetri allowed it.
Bite-marks, scratches, a barely perceptible hitching step, Mark's proof, the ultimate evidence Demetri was alive, no dead thing could feel discomfort.
Bruises, tingling areas, a radiating burn when he sat down, Demetri felt it all.
Demetri was alive.
The future had changed, Mark had no bottle in his hand, but he was addicted.
Demetri was alive.
It was better than Scotch.
The End
Title: Alive
Rating: NC-17
Warning/s: Slash, Semi-dark fic, Adult themes, Character Death
Pairing/s: Demetri/Mark, past Demetri/Zoey, past Mark/Olivia
Summary: Addictions can change, but they'll still be addictions.
Note: I like all the characters so far, my views on their personality are for this story only, characters may be considered OOC.
Betaed by runriggers AKA Bardicfaerie
Demetri was alive.
It was Demetri's warmth that penetrated his skin, Demetri's chest he pressed against.
Demetri's legs wrapped around his waist, Demetri's breath brushing across his flesh.
Demetri was alive.
Demetri's teeth cut into his bottom lip as he crushed their mouths together, Demetri's fingernails clawed the crease between his thighs and his buttocks, Demetri's heat clenched around him.
Demetri's future had changed, Mark had changed it.
Pop pop pop, 1 2 3, three bullets, but they'd gone into Zoey's chest, not Demetri's.
Demetri was alive.
Olivia was gone; she'd set her future in stone before Demetri would have been murdered, the impact of that had been massive.
Mark had changed Demetri's future, Olivia had set her's in stone; the future had changed, but it had stayed the same.
Mark had been lost, but Demetri was alive, and Mark clung to that.
And Demetri allowed it.
Bite-marks, scratches, a barely perceptible hitching step, Mark's proof, the ultimate evidence Demetri was alive, no dead thing could feel discomfort.
Bruises, tingling areas, a radiating burn when he sat down, Demetri felt it all.
Demetri was alive.
The future had changed, Mark had no bottle in his hand, but he was addicted.
Demetri was alive.
It was better than Scotch.
The End