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Apr 28, 2014 4:08:01 GMT
Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 28, 2014 4:08:01 GMT
He could still taste the juice, running a tongue over his teeth. But the fruit's weight had faded from his hand, left only a stickiness he licked from his fingers, it was so sweet. He would have devoured it, and not only for the promises he'd been made.
The bite had been enough, enough to prove them kept.
It could have been a dream, a sick joke his weary mind played on him, a mind reeling from everything he'd put it through, every drink he'd hit it with. But he felt heat that settled in his stomach and wound through his insides until it was warm on his skin like a blush. Crawling, but not in a bad way. It wasn't like a high he could describe.
He ran to the bathroom, seized by a sudden and desperate hope. His cheeks were flushed, but he barely noticed it. He barely noticed the little things, the way he'd been perfected. All he noticed was the smooth skin where there had once been scars.
"Nev!" He was screeching, practically knocking into Nevada at a sprint, catching him at the door when he heard it open.
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Apr 29, 2014 4:50:02 GMT
Post by NEVADA RAINES on Apr 29, 2014 4:50:02 GMT
On his mind again was Angel. He thought of him more than ever before, he missed him. A rabbit hadn’t been enough to bring back the man who once filled the husk moping around his bedroom. He was still a ghost of the man he has fallen for. Did he really want that person back after everything? Unfortunately, that exuberant, flirtatious blonde was who he loved. So yes, he wanted him to regain his fire. Maybe after seeing the extent of his devotion Angel would realize that Nevada was the only one he needed and cheer up. It was a long shot, but he could hope, couldn’t he? Walking down the hall with a bag hanging from his fingers, the white-and-teal haired man opened the penthouse door and stepped inside. In that moment, he was greeted with a screeching blonde and a tackling embracing. He nearly fell over. Nearly. By some miracle he managed to stay standing. His arms wrapped instinctively around the body pressed up against him, confusion buzzing at the back of his head. “Hello Angel. You appear in good spirits today.”ANGEL ALESSI |
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Apr 30, 2014 3:59:59 GMT
Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 30, 2014 3:59:59 GMT
Nevada swayed precariously when they collided, but he stayed standing, like Angel had counted on. The way it always was, Angel was a tempest, hurricane winds and frothing waves; Nevada was the steady shore they beat against. Nevada's arms wrapped around him, and it was familiar.
Familiar in a way he hadn't felt in a long time and in a way he didn't mind. Just like smiling, when he pulled back and caught Nevada's lips before he could say anything else. Excitedly, passionately; he couldn't remember the last time he'd kissed Nevada like this. Long before the accident.
He had never been good with words, he'd never know how to explain anyways. Nevada would want to know, but Angel only wanted to kiss him. Look, he wanted to say, look at me and feel me, beautiful, again.
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May 2, 2014 2:10:12 GMT
Post by NEVADA RAINES on May 2, 2014 2:10:12 GMT
Weathered by the Angel’s storm, Nevada still stood steady and grounded. Many times he began to wear down. Fissures opened up, gaping chasms that left him exposed. Yet he pulled himself together again and again, each time with more effort than the last, to stand unwavering by Angel’s side. He still gave and gave to the blonde who only knew how to take. Then Angel fell apart. Now he was in his arms as if nothing had happened. Glimpses of his smiling face, his glittering eyes and rosy, unblemished skin, flashed into view when he has rushed toward him then became the focus of his gaze as Angel lifted up to smash his soft lips against his. No words needed to be exchanged. Smooth, flawless skin covered every inch of him. No signs of any scar showed anywhere on his grinning visage, almost as if time has rewound to before the accident. Angel was himself again, an inferno ready to engulf Nevada in his flames. His breath hitched, building in his throat as if something was lodged in its way. A shaky thumb raised up to brush across where a scar once zigzagged down his cheek. It was gone. ‘Look Nev, I’m beautiful again,’ Angel seemed to say. Nevada had always thought Angel was beautiful, scarred or not. He broke the kiss only to say, “I have missed you.” ANGEL ALESSI |
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May 6, 2014 2:29:06 GMT
Post by ANGEL ALESSI on May 6, 2014 2:29:06 GMT
His heart jumped in his chest pressed against Nevada's, arms draped over his shoulders, fingers linked at the nape of his neck. He felt excited, he felt terrified that this wouldn't last, was a dream. Angel nearly flinched from his touch before he remembered there was nothing to flinch from, no insecurities to fear. If he was beautiful, he was untouchable. If he was beautiful, nothing else mattered.
He was beautiful and Nevada's gentle touch would never undo that, it would never bite and bruise, even if it might have undone him in a thousand other ways. Even if it made him feel precious and holy in ways that weren't true.
Not true at all, as Angel's smile wasn't earnest and sweet, as his hands drifted down Nevada's torso. "I missed you too." He murmured, fingers hooked in his waistband. "I know." Lips on his neck.
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May 9, 2014 1:33:13 GMT
Post by NEVADA RAINES on May 9, 2014 1:33:13 GMT
Sadness surged up inside him, crashing down and washing over him like a tsunami wave. The emotion flickered in his eyes a mere moment while he stared down at Angel’s smile. His happiness became overwhelming and painful. Beauty meant everyone wanted him. It meant he wasn’t stuck with just Nevada, but he could keep him wrapped around his finger. Nothing mattered to him anymore, because everything was at his fingertips again. No matter how much it pleased him to see Angel his exuberant self, there was equal amounts of dread to squash it down. He always forgave, yet he never forgot. And Angel had pushed him too far. Anyone else would have left him, washed their hands of him then moved on. Nevada didn’t know how to do that. He could see no one else filling the void Angel would live. And a big void it was. Since he couldn’t let Angel go, he would need to make it so he was the only man in Angel’s life. How, he wasn’t sure. They were like fire and water, never meant to mingle. He would need to change to keep him. “I love you,” he murmured into Angel’s hair. Brushing the locks of gold off Angel’s soft shoulders, he lowered his hands to Angel’s hips. ANGEL ALESSI |
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May 15, 2014 1:33:32 GMT
Post by ANGEL ALESSI on May 15, 2014 1:33:32 GMT
Angel didn't see it, the look that flashed in Nevada's eyes. Maybe the same one as when he brought Angel flowers and chocolates and wished him well, but not the one when he caught Angel splayed beneath a stranger in their bed.
But none of it mattered any more. Look at the new shine of his hair, the new glint in his eye - he was new and he was perfect, more than he had ever been.
He's so lucky; they're so lucky. Angel worked open the button of Nevada's pants - it was all for fun. He flashed a smile, the only answer he could give, it was easier not to speak. It was easier to kiss him, again. It was always so easy.
So natural, the feverish kisses and lingering touches that brought them to the doorway of the bedroom, Angel's clothes scattered somewhere on the floor, and Nevada didn't protest the mess. He was in love with the biggest mess of all.
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May 20, 2014 3:49:55 GMT
Post by NEVADA RAINES on May 20, 2014 3:49:55 GMT
The kisses came one right after another. Nevada could never get enough. It had always been enough to distract him, to shut him up. Angel knew it better than he would have liked, knew how easy it was to manipulate him. He had it figured out from the start. And, regardless of the knowledge, Nevada hungrily accepted each kiss and met them back with ones of his own. The taste of Angel’s mouth brought on nostalgia, a desire for times to go back to how they once were. He swallowed it down once his pants hit the floor and he realized where they had ended up. Their dusty bedroom loomed in the doorway—the unmade bed, the smells. “No,” he breathed. Pushing away from Angel after so long had been the hardest thing for him. His body wanted the pleasure only Angel could bring him. Memories of the other man prevented him from indulging in them. “I will not sleep with you in a bed you defiled with another man. Did you think I forgot?” ANGEL ALESSI |
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May 24, 2014 4:09:13 GMT
Post by ANGEL ALESSI on May 24, 2014 4:09:13 GMT
It had been a long time, but his body still remembered the motions. He could do this all with a roaming mind, at a certain distance, but Nevada was keeping him close, Angel was keeping present.
Angel, as always, lead; but Nevada returned his hungry kisses, his excited and stumbling steps.
It fell suddenly between them, solid and cold and sudden, Nevada's rejection. Angel opened his eyes, brows knit together with a faint and delicate crease, wounded. (But look at my bright eyes, clear skin; pink lips, delicious skin - eat me, devour me and let me live inside you. Close your eyes, kiss me.)
He batted his lashes and found resolve in the warmth of Nevada's skin beneath his palms, sliding them down his chest, his hips. "That was before." He murmured, leaning in for another kiss, pressing forward as if he could pass through.
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May 25, 2014 4:47:02 GMT
Post by NEVADA RAINES on May 25, 2014 4:47:02 GMT
In one night, every ounce of comfort the man had was blasted away as if by an atomic bomb that landed in his delusional world and vaporized everything. The realization that Angel had no loyalty to him, no love for him, left him feeling like he was in the vacuum of space, suffocating and becoming undone. He couldn't forget the sight of Angel entwined with that man, no matter how much he wanted to. It stung him, over and over again. He wouldn't go near his bedroom for fear he would lose to the pain. That was before, he said. His eyelashes fluttered in the way that always made him melt. But he felt only icy claws digging into him. Doubt. "Then will you only share a bed with me? Will I be the only one who gets to taste you? Am I all you need for the rest of your life?" "Will you love me now and be loyal to me" was what he meant. ANGEL ALESSI |
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May 30, 2014 3:30:49 GMT
Post by ANGEL ALESSI on May 30, 2014 3:30:49 GMT
He didn't know it, but maybe he felt it on some level, the way eternity stretched before him now. He didn't want to make any promises, though it shouldn't have bothered him, to lie; it did. Angel didn't want to waste time with words. They never meant much to him, while they meant everything to Nevada.
He pulled back slightly, lips wet and pouting. He lowered to his knees. Angel didn't want to think of the future or the past. He didn't want Nevada to either. All he wanted, desperately, was to make up for lost time. To make Nevada forget. Angel smoothed his hair down over his shoulder and smiled up at him. He just wanted Nevada to think of how beautiful and good and precious he was, an angel, his Angel - remember?
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Jun 6, 2014 4:08:47 GMT
Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jun 6, 2014 4:08:47 GMT
Forgiveness came easily when it came to Angel. He could just forget every wrong the blonde did with a flutter of those golden eyelashes and a sweet look from those maroon eyes. But wasn’t enough now. He couldn’t forget. Where the man’s fist met with his jaw, the bruises that still molted his skin, none of it allowed him to forget. Even if Angel was without a scar, his skin smooth and clear of all evidence. His body stiffened, unable to hide the pleasure that shook through it. Fingertips found hold in the blonde’s shimmering tresses. He dug them into his scalp without thinking, pulling away when Angel pulled away. “You did not give me a proper answer.” He pressed on once his composure had been scrapped up off the floor with his pants. “Are you mine, or are you not?” ANGEL ALESSI |
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Jun 10, 2014 16:29:05 GMT
Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jun 10, 2014 16:29:05 GMT
Nevada's hands tug at his hair. Angel knows him now, just what to say, just what to do. Though, Nevada's always been the one to make things right, Angel has his own ways. Begging for forgiveness, on his knees.
That faintly wounded, puzzled look crosses his face again when Nevada pulls his pants back on. He looks back over his shoulder, at the bedsheets he'd twisted in a lonesome and restless sleep, jaw tightening. This was home now.
"Of course." He can almost feel the ring on his finger, though he left it, the glittering diamond, by the bed, or maybe on the bathroom counter. He already made the promise, and Nevada had bought him a long time ago.
With a smile, he stands up, hands resting against Nevada's chest. Angel can't believe he'll deny him. He can't believe he'd ever do anything unforgivable. He's beautiful now, he's perfect for Nevada. "You're not gonna change your mind, right?" He purrs, leaning in for another kiss, something easy.
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Jun 11, 2014 2:47:13 GMT
Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jun 11, 2014 2:47:13 GMT
He noticed the absence of glinting jewels on Angel’s finger. The ring he had custom-made for his fiancé was likely laying somewhere, forgotten. Why would he need to wear the ring anymore? It would only keep away whoever caught the blonde’s fancy. He didn’t need it to shackle Nevada to him. Bitterness was swelled and spilled out to fill the cracks in his fractured heart. It threatened to recede, to let him forget and forgive. But he was reminded of Angel’s infidelity whenever his eyes slid to the bedroom, which hadn’t changed since that day. Beside a thin layer of dust settled on the unused surfaces within the room, everything was exactly where it had been when he walked in on Angel and that other man. He would never forget. Catching Angel chin between two fingers, Nevada met his heavy-lidded gaze. “I assure you, I will never change my mind. You are mine. No one else shall have you.” He pulled Angel’s face to his, pressing his lips hard against his as if to assure him that he meant what he said. ANGEL ALESSI |
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