Just A Quirk

Just a Quirk
By Vango. Oh baby.
AN: This was mainly a gift for my friend. I suck at third person and I rarely write sex scenes, so sorry if it's unbearable to read. :D I have trouble taking criticism so I'd appreciate it if you didn't do it.

Vangelis is my character, and Carcissus is my friend's. Yes, they're RO characters. A high priest and a minstrel, respectively.

EXTREMELY FLUFFY. APPROACH WITH CAUTION.

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"Good night, Cissy," called a soft voice from under a rather thick blanket, just before a head of purple hair surfaced to kiss the cheek of the red haired man sharing the bed. Expecting nothing in response, he was surprised to find that the other wasn't asleep yet, but that surprise melted into a squeak of delight when his kiss was returned, another pair of lips pressing quickly to his.

"Sweet dreams, Vangelis," whispered the one affectionately referred to as 'Cissy'... before he brought his gaze from his husband's stormy eyes, to the blanket he had over him. His eyebrows knit in concern.

"Are you... cold, love? It's not the time of year to sleep with such thick covers," he questioned softly, trailing his fingertips along the soft fabric. To this, Vangelis just shrugged, finding it hard to respond to a question he, quite truthfully, couldn't answer.

Sometimes, even Vangelis pondered why he felt so much more secure under a blanket when in bed - Despite the weather being pleasantly warm this time of year. With the heat came humidity, resulting in hot, rainy days most of the month, and yet he still slept more than comfortably fully clothed in his pajamas, with a cover thick enough for use in the winter. While it baffled his husband, who had a personal preference of a simple pair of boxers for sleeping, most of the time it wasn't questioned. To Carcissus, it was just a 'quirk' - an unusual habit that wouldn't cause him to love the other man any less.

Vangelis shifted momentarily, sinking back down under that blanket, as if to hide once again from his husband's curious brown eyes. In turn, Carcissus sighed slowly, deciding to leave it at that with an awkward, but understanding smile. Reaching over Vangelis' head, he pulled the cord of the lamp at their nightstand, switching it off so that the only light in the room was from the bright, pale moon just outside the windows leading to their balcony. He gave the younger male one last 'good night' kiss, upon the inch of his forehead still exposed, and only then did he finally settle down against his pillow, one arm curling around his dozing husband, offering a reminder of his affection as he began to drift into sleep.

~*~

"Carcissus..."

"Yes, love?" called the auburn-haired man, glancing up from the pages of a book he had been thumbing through in bed to meet the gaze of his husband, who had just come through their bedroom door in nothing but a lilac towel wrapped tightly around his body. Vangelis whimpered, sidling to the bed as If he were desperately hiding something from Carcissus' view. Of course, this was noticed pretty quickly by the other male, who sat up to offer his open arms to the priest, hoping his calm smile would sedate him as well.

"Van, is something wrong...?"

"...Yes, a lot of things." After a protesting moment, where all the two did was stare at each other... Vangelis finally gave in to the older man, climbing up into the bed in which they slept and crawling hesitantly into Carcissus' arms. His arm remained tight around the towel shielding his otherwise naked body, even as his husband pulled him close for a quick, endearing kiss upon his lips.

"Well? Talk to me, love," Carcissus murmured, trying to sound reassuring. His response was a frustrated grunt.

"No."

Carcissus raised his eyebrow, somewhat surprised at the response. What had gotten into Van? "Why not...?"

"Because I'm ugly. Talking wouldn't change that." The purple haired man buried his face in his shirt. Carcissus simply sighed; This was a subject he covered plenty of times with his dear, self-conscious lover.

"...Vangelis, is that what this is about?" His tone was no longer calm, but just a bit stern. Even so, the musician lifted a tanned hand to run through his love's soft hair, offering more kisses to the top of his head.

Vangelis tried to squirm away from the kisses, to no avail. To Carcissus, it merely looked and felt like a gentle shake of his head. "Of course it is. I'm hideous. I try so hard not to pay attention to it, but every time I look in the mirror it comes right back to me. I hate my body so much..."

Again, Carcissus sighed. It was often that he had to reassure the man that he wasn't impossible to look at. From his short, indigo hair, to those stormy gray eyes he adored so much to look at, to the very tips of his soft and ticklish toes, Vangelis was nothing short of attractive... And yet he didn't seem to ever believe it, even from his honest and caring husband, who continued to cradle him oh, so gently as he rambled on in a near mindless way about his looks. Soon enough, he attempted to butt in.

"Van... You really need to stop it," Carcissus finally whispered, thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry, dearest. I..." Vangelis frowned to himself. "I don't mean to upset you."

"It's all right... I just wish there was a way to prove it to you. I don't like it when you speak like that."

"...Speak like what, Cissy?" Vangelis lifted his face, staring curiously all of a sudden. It was like he'd forgotten the last few moments of his tirade. Carcissus looked down to find his husband smiling...

" Huh...? But you were just..."

"You're drooling on me, haha! Hahahaha!! Stop that~!"

"...Van? Are you okay?"

Carcissus felt a hand reach behind him, gripping firmly at his rear. Jarred from his sleep, he opened his eyes to find his arms clutching a giggling Vangelis from behind. His hips, which had been bucking into the other's, were ground against the priest's backside... And what was that heat between his legs?

Why was he so painfully aroused? Had he been... humping his husband in his sleep?

The auburn-haired man paled at the thought.

"Cissy!" Vangelis continued to laugh to himself, his groping hand sliding back upwards to rest against the side of his love's face. Turning his head, he placed an affectionate kiss to the musician's lips, nipping sweetly at his bottom one. "You were dreaming, dearest... It must have been a nice dream, hm?"

"...Erm," Carcissus managed to recompose himself after that lovely kiss, unsure of what to say. He lowered his head to kiss the other's shoulder, then his neck. "It was, love," he lied in a sultry tone. The poor man found it hard to control himself at a point like this, but dammit, he tried his hardest. Vangelis couldn't possibly want sex so late at night, and this was proven with yet another chuckle from his side: His way of saying 'Get off of me.'

"...I'm sorry I woke you. I'll take care of it.." He lifted himself away from the purple haired man to sit up slightly, his eyes falling to the bulge in his boxers. He gave himself an angry glare, his mind beginning to speak dully, yet disdainfully to him.

You deserve this, Carcissus. How dare you bother him? You know he has a hard time getting to sleep in the first place.

It was obvious by then that he felt horrible. Part of him wanted to excuse himself, get away from Vangelis so he could possibly fall back asleep. He could just go to the bathroom and attempt to relieve himself or wait it out, but either way he didn't want to bother his darling. Another part of him wanted to simply stay put, get comfortable, and relieve himself of that frustration while watching the other sleep. That would be nice...

Carcissus fell deeper into his thinking, finding it hard to decide. He was so deep in thought after a while that he failed to notice his husband had turned to face him, once again resting against him. The sudden sensational jolt was what once again caused him to snap out of his haze and look downwards at his crotch, where a pale hand kneaded encouragingly at his constricted arousal. The sight alone caused him to shudder, an unsure whimper leaving him.

"Van, m-maybe you should try to sleep... I don't want you to miss another night..."

"What's the matter, dearest?" Stony eyes watched him from below. "It's not like this would take long."

Carcissus drew his bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on in thought. As much as he wanted to allow this, as wonderful as it would be to relax with his husband and allow him to explore his body, it still didn't feel right that he was robbing the priest of sleep. Poor Van got so irritable after a while - His sleeping habits were never very good. This continued to remain heavy on his mind as he watched the younger man's fingers slip down into his underwear, carefully retrieving his bare erection, bringing it into his view. In reflex, his body tensed somewhat, and he allowed his eyes to flutter shut, attempting to relax against his pillow when he heard his husband giggling again.

"Mm, Cissyyy... Just breathe, dearest..." Vangelis' voice had an obvious fatigue to it, despite being suggestive and husky. It was enough to cause another excited shudder from Carcissus, who tried his hardest to take his love's advice. He'd almost bitten his lip hard enough to draw blood in his attempt not to make noise - No, Carcissus, stay quiet!

He felt the warmth of his love's saliva fall upon his flesh, quickly spread along the length of his shaft with an equally warm hand, and gasped. His lips were kissed again, before Vangelis shifted downwards to lick suggestively at his neck and stroke his member in slow, steady motions with that lubricated palm. The auburn-haired man couldn't stay quiet much longer.

"Aah..." He forced out, hissing through gritted teeth.

"Feels good, dearest?" Vangelis whispered teasingly, giving him a firm squeeze to which his hips lightly bucked.

"Y-yes... M-more, please..." Carcissus begged softly, his breath shortened. His eyes remained shut, squeezed together tightly whenever an especially sensitive spot was touched, every squirm of his body or jerk of his hips accompanied by a whimpering moan, a whisper of his husband's name, or some encouraging words that he would only ever speak in a lustful haze such as the one he was in. The priest simply played along, his own responses being somewhat lazy drawls meant to arouse the man further.

"You sound beautiful..." Vangelis murmured, brushing his lips occasionally against Carcissus' shoulder. His hand raised towards the end of the other's shaft to briskly rub his thumb against the very tip, which elicited a gasp of surprise on Carcissus' side. To that, he chuckled - That was one of his more weak points that Vangelis had memorized after fifteen years.

Carcissus opened his eyes, only to be met by his love's own, a shy yet ambitious smile on Vangelis' face.

"Tell me, dearest... Do you want me to make you come?"

Oh, how the musician's face flushed. The intentions his love held were almost... somehow, difficult to match with such an innocent pair of eyes. His husband never looked like the type who would even have interest in things such as what he was doing for him now. Even so, he offered a nod, sliding an arm around the other to pull him slowly closer.

"P-Please, love," he panted. I want to come for you..."

Again, Carcissus closed his eyes, burying his face in his love's purple hair. He could feel the man's gentle touches grow more brisk along his engorged member, each wave of heat more intense than the last, his senses flooded, disposing gradually of his stress until there was nothing but pleasure. He wanted to stay in that blissful place all night, laying so comfortably close to his love as he was so affectionately massaged by that endearing palm, so gently coaxed towards his peak by his husband. His hips bucked higher, his appreciation shown in the form of desperate moans and nuzzling to the other's head.

"Vaaaan! I.. I'm so close...!"

"Come for me, Cissy..." Vangelis stroked his love's arousal faster with each passing second, feeding off of those needy cries, matching them with his own encouraging moans. "I want you to come. Let yourself go, dearest..."

"I... Van..."

"Mm, does it feel good?"

"Y-Yes, Van... It does..."

"Is this fast enough, dearest?"

"Uh.. uh huh..."

"Please come for me. I love you~"

"I.. love you too, Va-- Aah! V-Van!" Carcissus clutched his husband in both arms tightly when that final wave that pushed him right over the edge coursed through his body, triggering an intense, shivery climax. He gave one final thrust of his hips through Vangelis' slowing palm, his pearly load emptying onto his stomach in short spurts. Even after all of the pleasure subsided, leaving the man exhausted yet wonderfully satisfied, he could feel that gentle hand continue to stroke his softening shaft until it rested tiredly against his abdomen. Then, it was carefully tucked back into his underwear. Once relaxed again, the auburn haired man placed a grateful kiss to his husband's cheek.

"Van... You always make me feel so good, love," he purred.

Much to his surprise, Vangelis wiggled out of his arms, rolling over to his side of the bed. "I'm glad... But I'd like to sleep now."

"I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to wake you like that." Carcissus felt the guilt overtake him once again, looking away in shame.

"It's all right... dearest... It's just... a quirk..." Vangelis trailed off... and was silent the rest of the night.

(End.)