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    dots Submission Name: Untitled.dots

    Author: charliebucket
    Elite Ratio:    0.23 - 0/1/2
    Words: 553
    Class/Type: Story/
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       Warning: malexmale relations. These two are characters I have had for quite some time. So, yes, they have more of a history than I let on. But, I don't need you to bear that in mind. This is it, crisp and clean. However, this is the first of a series of shorts and longs about them. Rate on first impressions. Good or bad.

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    The sand moved to fit the grooves of his feet. Cool, now that the sun had slipped over the horizon. A breeze had caught up, shifting the particles of crushed shell and bone, throwing them against whatever barricade was in the way. The crash of the wave was the only sound, the mid-summer moon high, and reflecting upon the black waters. The wind caught the softly auburn hair of the male, whipping it helplessly in its grasp. Eyes that seemed black were hypnotised by the sparkling, vast black ahead of them. He felt a small, reassuring tug at the cuff of his sleeve; an arm slipping over his shoulder and across his chest. He turned his to the side, as if he were going to peer over his shoulder. He did not. It was silence that brought them closer; he needed no words, no glance to make sure. The breath on the back of his neck, hot and sensually slow, caught his thoughts as he cast dark green eyes back out to the ocean. Those cool, spidery fingers laced in with his, now warm and ruddy. He felt a cheek resting on his back, the hand across his chest curled in his shirt, caressing, as it was prone to doing. Again, he turned his head to the side, eyes slipping closed, nuzzling gently at the carefully placed limb.
    “Don’t you ever go away.” The wind seemed to whisper.
    I’ll never go. Never. Not ever. He thought, as he felt the suppressed sobs behind him, shaking his whole being. He turned, his arms gathering up the other like a child, burying his face into the chest. Soon they both sank to their knees, the damp sand spreading moisture through their slacks. Clutching at each other, needing each other, just the touch. He had threatened it. He’d been gone days, nights… that he had been gone was enough to send the other wild.
    “Never leave me again.” The wind whispered again.
    I shouldn’t have gone in the first place. It was stupid, and I love you. He thought, feeling the soft breath of his companion quicken against his own pacing breath. Their foreheads touched, and a careful smile made its way onto his lips, the smaller could not help but follow suit. His pale hands stole from the body, and lifted the black curls that framed the boys face, burying his face in the sensual, fragrant mop. His attention was rewarded with soft, butterfly kisses to his neck. He almost laughed aloud. He pulled back, pushing the boy gently from him, those green eyes wandering over his glowing cheeks, and sensually parted rosebud lips. He caught them with his own, and melted inside as they complied with his eagerness, and greedily took back. As his lips trailed down, the boy arched back his neck, making a small, needing moan.
    “Do it.” The wind ordered, in a rushed, lustful tone.
    Oh, don’t worry, precious… I will. His lips parted against the silken skin of his throat, the taste of him sending the male wild. Cinnamon. And, as his glinting, preternatural teeth pierced the flesh, he gave a helpless moan of ecstasy. The boy in his arms quivered, succumbing to his arms, as they sank back into the sand.

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