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Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 23:12:24 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron could feel the heat of the fire; the burning pain from being so close to it. But that was not what hurt the most. He kept trying to push himself forward, push himself towards the flames. But the arms of three others held him back. He could hear his cries; the man who was trapped. Practically burning alive, engulfed in flames. Agron’s desperation heightened, struggling to pull himself free from the others who restrained him. Words of caution instantly dismissed, not even heard in the mind of the German. He felt another set of hands join the others, pulling him away; pushing him back. Agron’s yells for the other intensified, calling out for the one who was trapped. The one he couldn’t save. A final glimpse, a final echoing cry of pain and agony from the other.
"CETAN!" Agron sat up abruptly, his upper body raised to a jolt, gasping for air. His forehead and chest dampened with sweat from the intensity of the dream. His heart racing, as he tried to calm his heavy pants. Disorientation filled him, turning his head to the side to be rest assured that it was a dream, and only a dream. That Cetan was next to him, sleeping soundly. But when he did not see him, any hope of comfort vanished. Panic set in. The dream … surely it was just that. Surely it was not some memory, one that reminded him of being powerless to save the other male as he burned alive. A shadowed figure in the threshold pulled Agron’s gaze as he stared at him, still attempting to calm himself from the most terrifying nightmare he had ever had.
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Post by Cétan on Jul 3, 2017 23:14:46 GMT
Cétan’s heart somersaulted within his chest, his spirits nearly fleeing his body as he lost the grip on the plastic glass he was holding, sending it tumbling and clanking across the kitchen floor. Agron’s desperate cry pierced the silence of the night, startling him and flushing his system with adrenaline. It took a moment for the initial stun to wear off before bare feet were swiftly returning him to Agron’s room. When he saw the other sitting up, Cétan paused in the doorway, his whole body trembling and on edge. “Aggie…?” He asked timidly. He realized now that Agron had suffered a nightmare. His posture, his heaving shoulders silhouetted in the pale moonlight that filtered through the window, his ragged breath, all sure signs as he stepped lightly into the room. “It’s okay…” He consoled but inwardly he rolled his own eyes at himself. His wobbly and meek voice didn’t sound very convincing. But Cétan wasn’t quite sure how to shoulder the role of comforter when Agron was so strong already. He was the rock Cétan could depend on. He was always so mentally focused, prepared, and balanced that it was unnerving to see him falter. And that thought made Cétan feel a bit guilty as he was the one that made Agron that way. His own mind had built the firefighter into an unfailing superhero without appreciating that he was still human. Still defeatable. Still fragile in places. He slinked back into the bed and slithered his arms around Agron’s middle, his lips resting against the pounding pulse that throbbed under the angle of the other’s jaw. He felt like he should apologize. He felt shameful and useless. He wanted to be strong, to return the kindness and love Agron always supplied so plentifully. The only thing he could think to do was to hold his lover close, run his palm through his short, spiky hair and whisper to him, “I’m here…” and hope that would be of some solace.
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Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 23:15:44 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron watched Cétan approach, the need for him so close perhaps being the only thing that could bring ease to his mind. So the moment Cétan moved to his side, wrapping his arms around him and uttering words of reassurance, Agron found his body melting into his touch. Relaxing into it. The German belatedly realized that his eyes had stung with tears over the emotional aftermath of what he had envisioned. Agron buried his head in the crook of Cétan’s neck, his own arms wrapping around the smaller male, as he tried to will his heart to calm down.
Though, Cétan’s presence, his touch, everything that he offered Agron … was truly the only thing that could pull him from the dark nightmare and back into the calming reality. The one where Cétan was alive, and with him. That he was here, and … safe. That Agron had not failed to protect him, and that he was not suffering a terrible fate. "You’re here," Agron repeated in a quiet breath, barley audible. But somehow, needing to repeat Cétan’s words … as if saying them again made it more real.
His continued to cling to him, breathing in his scent, his face pressed against his skin soaking in the softness of it, as did his arms that engulfed him. And needing Cétan’s arms around him in return which was exactly what he gave him without Agron even needing ask. The way Cétan ‘s fingers ran through his hair … Agron wasn’t even certain how much time had passed until he felt he could function again. He now realized what his worst fear was; one he would never recover from. Sniffing a little, trying to force back any more tears of panic … he tilted his head up a little, lips pressed against Cétan’s ear, breathing the words into it with an emotional voice. "I love you."
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Post by Cétan on Jul 3, 2017 23:17:55 GMT
Cétan sighed and gently brushed the saline that threatened to spill from Agron’s eyes. Please don’t cry, he thought internally, hoping he could fight back tears of his own as his empathetic nature always got the best of him. He’d been called a crybaby ever since he was young but the truth was he rarely cried for himself. In school, he had wailed right along with the girls that fell and scraped their knees on the playground. He wept with Frances Red Wolf when his girlfriend dumped him for a Kiowa fancy dancer during the spring Pauwau. Cétan had a difficult time watching others suffer without feeling their pain as well and the hurt was tenfold when it came to Agron. If he could, he’d cry a million rivers if it would keep any sadness away from the man that held his heart. Sometimes, and especially now, Cétan wished he could simply melt together with Agron and become one body, to feel everything he felt with the same passion. Which is likely why he was now squeezing Agron as tightly as he could, hoping he could convince his lover that he had no intentions of ever leaving him. Only Agron could make him feel this way. It was like his flesh didn’t even belong to him and only served as a barrier that kept him separate from the other, like his heart would never rest and sought only to beat in the same rhythm as the other, and then Agron opened his mouth and spoke three little words that made that ache even more painfully aware. I love you. I love you. I love you! Cétan slowly drew back. It was too dark to properly see Agron’s expression but he could imagine it quite clearly and after unlatching themselves from Agron’s waist, his palms came to rest on either side of his face, gliding over the constant prickly stubble that lined his jaw. And to think Cétan thought he was going to cry before… His mind began to fill with all kinds of thoughts, memories, and expectations of future events, so much so that he barely registered that he had lunged forward and hungrily captured Agron’s lips with his own. His eyes fluttered shut and he moved with a ferocity and need never before expressed, only stopping when his lungs burned for breath. His mouth in constant contact, he mustered up a murmur, “Say it again….”
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Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 23:21:43 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
It wasn’t until the silence that followed, that realization dawned on Agron. The realization, that he had said these words. Words, he had never said to another. Words, that he had never felt for another. And the repercussions, should sentiment not be returned . . could be severe. Yet, even with the words uttered, there was no expectation of reciprocation. Agron did not regret saying them in his heightened emotional state. He needed Cétan to know. He needed Cétan to hear them be said. His terrifying dream creating the possible scenario that he could lose Cétan, and the words would forever remain unrevealed.
Agron was uncertain of the time that passed, but soon, he felt Cétan draw back, and knew this was it. Emotion was clear in Agron’s gaze as he looked at the man he loved. The comfort of his touch on his skin continued to fill Agron with life; reassurance, that he was still here. With him. That the dream was just that: a dream. A nightmare. Agron just gazed at Cétan, awaiting some sort of response, and the one given was far better than Agron could have imagined. Feeling the intensity of the kiss caused Agron’s eyes to immediately fall shut. Never before had Cétan kissed with such hunger; with such … fervency. Agron basked in it, returning the kiss as his mouth moved against Cétan’s. He now had his answer.
When he eased out of it, Agron found himself just as breathless from the unexpected embrace. But, it was far from unwelcome. To know that he could bring this side out of Cétan, made Agron’s heart swell with emotion. And found himself craving more of it. His words playing over in his mind; a gentle command to them and one that Agron would comply with. Again, and again. "I love you," he breathed, an added strength to them as he leaned forward to kiss Cétan again. "I love you, Cétan," he breathed against his skin, his lips trailing from Cétan’s to his lover’s cheek, kissing along his skin, along his jawline. "I love you." Words that could not be said enough, as one of Agron’s hands moved from around Cétan, and slid up his back, up the back of his neck, until his fingers tangled into his long locks.
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Post by Cétan on Sept 4, 2017 6:28:29 GMT
Cétan wasn't sure if there could possibly be a higher form of happiness than what he was experiencing now. Over and over Agron said the words, a vocal representation of the love Agron rained upon him day after day after day. Over and over Agron kissed him and touched him making his skin prickle and shiver and causing a soft sound of delight to pass through his throat.
When Agron drew back, Cétan moved forward, continuing the sweet exchange of kisses and repeating Agron's words in return. "I love you! I love you too, Aggie!" He blurted through an uncontained smile, shifting himself to settle in Agron's lap, his thighs straddling the other's. This was Cétan's favorite place. Like this, everything was closer. Their hearts could touch one another through the frail fabric of skin, their arms could curl around one another effortlessly, their eyes - almost on the same level could read one another's thoughts. This was an intimate setting reserved only for the two of them and there was no other place Cétan would rather be. If he were honest with himself, he'd have to admit it still felt dreamlike. How could he, the shy, good for nothing boy from a small and isolated community find such happiness with a strong, infinitely kind, handsome and perfect in all the right places human being? It was a storyline even Disney Princesses would be jealous of.
It was odd, the things Agron could do to him. The emotions Agron inflicted that radiated from his slender frame and coaxed him day by day to become a better man. Cétan kissed the corners of Agron's mouth, his jawline, his eyelids and even the tip of his nose, worshipping in each small place like a man who knew he was unworthy. And yet he held tighter knowing even as unworthy as he was, Agron returned his love just as ferociously as Cétan gave it. There was never any moment of doubt. Honesty and integrity flowed from Agron like water over a cliff. So even as Cétan had a hard time believing he could be so lucky, the depth of Agron's love was felt powerfully.
The night that had started on such a painful and sour note, now lifted the Lakota boy higher than the clouds, so while he was feeling strong and bold, he also thought he could be a bit selfish. He pressed himself against Agron firmly and with elevated desire, his kisses still lingering at the side of Agron's neck as he breathed into the skin there another gentle command. ".... Make love to me...."
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 0:58:48 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron had never before felt the sensation that utterly consumed him now upon hearing the words of love returned from Cetan. They touched his very soul, made each beat of his heart more purposeful. As if it truly beat for the man before him: Cetan and only Cetan. Agron could feel the organ nearly pounding in his chest. Fears and terror ebbing away with each offered touch from Cetan. Each word. Each kiss. The press of his warm flesh against his own; his body straddling Agron's which did nothing to sate that desire for him.
Each kiss to his face . . . as Agron closed his eyes to truly feel the way his soft lips could caress him. It was a feeling unlike any other. A place of serenity and pure happiness . . . as was always experienced whenever in the arms of his partner. Agron's arms wrapped around Cetan, as if holding him with the fear of ever being forced to let go. The gentle command added to every other incredible emotion felt, and wanting nothing more than to comply with it. He knew of Cetan's shyness and always found it endearing. Under any other circumstance, perhaps he would have affectionately teased his lover. But right now, the needed for Cetan trumped that playfulness.
Fresh images in his head of having to helplessly watch Cetan die, added an urgency to his actions. One that called for immediate compliance. Agron's hands slid from Cetan's back, forward to remove any under layer of fabric that may conceal his lower region. Agron's response was given in actions, rather than words. He brought a hand to his lips to moisten it and slick his cock. He then closed his eyes, pressing his lips against Cetan's in a passionate kiss. Overwhelmed with the array of emotions; from a nightmare, to a dream left the German in a highly vulnerable state.
And it caused a tear to slide down his cheek, not even fully aware of it himself. He guided himself to Cetan's entrance, the head touching him as Agron just breathed against Cetan's lips. "I love you," he whispered, the words barley audible . . . but saying them, was as natural as breathing. So with those words, he slowly rocked his hips forward, entering Cetan a prompting a heavy exhalation as his breathing hitched, one hand returned to Cetan's back, the other caressing his lover's thigh and his lips, once again, closing the hardly existing distance between them.
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