[Alastor x 2p Alastor] Your smile. Part 1/3. The Vulnerability || twins, demons

"I'm coming to meet you."

"I step into the center of the room and raise my hands."

"I give up, Alastor. Do whatever you want."

"I'm standing quietly and waiting for your actions."

"My ear twitches slightly in response. I'm wondering what you're going to do."

"My fluffy blue ears flinch from gentle touches and involuntarily press against my head, exposing small neat antlers."

"My antlers are incredibly sensitive. I rub them against your fingers, making little contented sighs. I can feel myself slowly getting aroused."

"I shudder and let out a soft moan, closing my eyes. I am pleased with Alastor's actions, and I just silently enjoy the affection he gives me."

"Yes, Alastor,"

"I whisper too, I lean my head back on his shoulder and open my defenseless neck. My blue-white hair stands out vividly against his dark red coat. I'm trembling slightly with excitement, clutching my microphone cane with my fingers."

"I turn my head, burying my nose in your hair and kissing the line of your jaw. My fingers begin to tremble from the aching tenderness that I feel for you, and this tremor is transmitted to the cane in my hands, the microphone at its end begins to make some vague hissing sounds. My skin is covered with goosebumps from the hot touches of your lips, and a sweet shiver runs down my spine. I'm pressing my back harder against your firm, lean body."

"I feel myself blushing when, unable to restrain myself, I lick your cheek with a long movement, brushing my nose against the chain of your monocle. I breathe quickly superficially when you, having reached the collar of my shirt in your research, deftly untie my pale blue bow tie with your thin fingers to get to the fossa between my collarbones."

"I swallow hard. My carotid artery is throbbing furiously under your fingers. Your claws, even if they are hidden under the fabric of the gloves now, are still felt through it, your claws, with which you are easily able to tear someone's chest, only lightly scratch my skin. But even if you took off your gloves, I still wouldn't be afraid of your touches."

"After all, no matter how cruel you are, you have never harmed me. And I believe you never will. I believe you."

"Alastor,"

"I exhale softly and almost indistinguishable due to interference, exposing my neck to you and only squeezing my cane harder. My eyes close by themselves, plunging me into a reality where there is only you, your voice with a malfunctioning radio filter, your touches."

"Nngh,"

"a low moan escapes from my throat, feeling like a faint vibration in your hand. My mouth opens slightly in an instinctive attempt to inhale deeper, even though your fingers are clenching rather weakly. A shiver runs through my body."

"I feel myself getting hot, and with unruly fingers I unbutton my coat. My ears are trembling slightly from tension, I want to scatter my cane, but I hold on to it like a lifeline, because I know how difficult it will be for me to observe your personal boundaries and not. touch. you if my hands are free. I remember that you only allowed me kisses, and it really was a victory. But, holy heaven, I want to hug you so much, run my fingers through your hair, touch your ears. I want it to tears."

"I'm not... I'm... you're right,

"my voice is hoarse and quiet, interference increases around me and fragments of someone's conversations become audible, as if from an incompletely tuned radio, obviously reflecting my own confusion."

But I won't, I swear!"

"I look into your red eyes, feeling how hard and fast my heart is beating. The fingers are clenched on the cane with such force that they almost cramp."

"Are you really?.. Are you really letting me?"

"I feel my heart skip a beat and my breath gets stuck in my throat. My hand twitches towards you, but stops halfway when I pull myself back."

"I... understand,"

"I turn around in the ring of your arms, facing you, and let my coat slide off my shoulders somewhere on the floor. I look at you with burning eyes, feeling almost childish delight at your permission. I reach out and tentatively touch the black tip of your ear. Your fur is as soft as my own, and, in general, it is no different from mine, but this touch causes me to feel much more than touching my ears could ever cause. I stare at your face in fascination, but you doesn't try to pull away or show annoyance or rejection. Of course, you doesn't feel pleasure, but you doesn't mind either, watching my actions with benevolent amusement."

"Thank you, Alastor. I appreciate it. Honestly,"

"I smile faintly, gently fingering your hair and massaging your scalp."

"I sigh softly in response, a small, sincere smile continues to play on my lips. The muscles of my face ache from the unusual expression, but I can't help myself."

"I hesitantly untie the bow tie around your neck. Your collar, unlike mine, is quite high and firm. He stands with a tight ring around your neck, protecting you from other demons' eyes and touches. I know there's a scar on your neck. I know every scar on your body, even if I've never seen them, because I remember how each one was left, because the scars on your body are the scars in my soul."

"I pull down your collar, watching your expression, and tenderly press my lips to the ugly scar that crosses your neck. This is just one of the many scars left by the dogs that gnawed on your body after you were shot by a hunter. This fucking piece of nothingness, this pathetic creature, unworthy to be called a man, this bitch left you to rot in the woods, afraid of the consequences. He left your body to be torn apart by a pack of wild dogs. I never killed anyone before you died, but after that I hired hunters to catch all the dogs of that damn forest, and personally killed each of them with your gun. If I had to choose, I would do it again without regret. And, oh, dear heavens, I'm so terribly sorry that the police never managed to find this hunter!"

"I pull away from your neck when you start unbuttoning my shirt and straighten up to make it easier for you. I feel my cheeks burning and my lips trembling, and tears appear in the corners of my eyes from an excess of feelings. I really want you to stop shutting yourself in and hiding from others, but if it's more convenient for you, I won't say anything. However..."

"You are so beautiful, Alastor, much more beautiful than me, despite the fact that we are twins. It doesn't matter if you're scarred or not, you're gorgeous all over,"

"I bend down and kiss the scar on your neck again, feeling your adam's apple twitch with my lips when you swallow."

"I blush brightly, exposing my ears to you. As long as you let me, I quickly unbutton your shirt, flinging open it and freeze, amazed at what I see. Apart from the scars I'm used to from knives and even bullets you got in trouble, I see things that I knew about, but never saw, because our Mama wouldn't let me see your mutilated body. A lot of jagged teeth scars cross your chest and stomach, your skin is bumpy because of them and strangely stretched in some places. I freeze, looking at this, and realize that I was too merciful when I just shot the damn dogs. I've never liked scars, and yours is a really scary sight, but I'm ready to kiss every one of them because I... love? Yes, I love you."

"No, I'm not... Alastor, I...

"I feel tears running down my cheeks, and, irritably wiping them, I grab your hands, not allowing you to hide your body from me."

I'm not scared, I swear! I'm furious because of the pain that was caused to you, and I hate myself for not being there for you! I love you, Alastor! I really love you. And each of your scars, no matter how terrible it may be, will never cause me disgust or rejection. Please don't hide them from me,"

"I slowly spread your palms apart, in which the edges of the shirt are still clamped, revealing your wounded chest. I gently kiss your mutilated skin, feeling my heart stop in my chest, circling the bulge of the scar with my tongue. Tears continue to flow down my cheeks, but I no longer wipe them away, continuing to kiss you gently."

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