The Stains Beneath Our Skin [mxm] ✔

27.3 | Human Pieces

He was still sprawled there, staring dazed at the ceiling with jizz splattered up his stomach when Cain came out. He knelt beside Casper and pressed a long, slow kiss to his lips. Every inch of it, every painfully slow motion of the kiss and each ebb and flow of pressure came with purpose and aching love. Casper's eyes stung as he rose into the kiss, lips clinging to each movement of Cain's as if at the next, he'd lose him forever.

Probably made it worse that tomorrow, there'd come one where he would.

With lingering touches and little butterfly kisses that made Casper squirm, Cain pulled away. His eyes held all that wonder again, and that slow smile put such warmth in Casper's chest that he couldn't breathe.

A touch of cheek edged the smile and Cain held out a wad of toilet paper. "As much as you look absolutely delectably debauched like that..."

Casper snatched it out of his hand, heat touching his cheeks. Everything was gross and slimy as he mopped at the jizz. "Shut up."

Chuckling, Cain settled down beside him with a grunt, stretching his legs out on the bed. His arm threaded around Casper's shoulders, and he bent in to brush his nose against Casper's hair. His murmur was rich as sin. "What were you thinking about?"

A bolt of heat shot through Casper's gut. Shit. "You ripping my throat out with your teeth." Oh for fuck's—

A huff of laughter ruffled Casper's hair, and more followed as Cain tipped his head back against the pillow. "Me too. Isn't that wonderful?"

Casper sat up, another jolt running through him. The dim room tunnelled, a pulse of distance as he closed his eyes and focussed the vertiginous tilt of his brain. All he could do was croak a few words.

"No you weren't."

He couldn't be. Not Cain. Not when he was going.

Warm fingers trailed down the inside of Casper's thigh, Cain's outstretched arm brushing against his side. "Best I could do, my love. Those cuts are staying locked up for now."

Oh my God, he actually was. Fuck. Swallowing hard, Casper threw the jizzy tissue off across the room and wiped at the last of the stickiness with the far corner of the cover.

"I would like you to know that I did mentally fix everything just before you died," Cain said. "Just in case that's an issue."

For fuck's... That sounded like he got just as far as Casper did. Just. When his skin went clammy and his heart slowed right down and he breathed so shallow you could hardly tell it came and all of their entangled, sweaty bodies were drenched in crimson blood.

Casper clenched his fists, the black cotton of the covers knotting between his fingers.

Oh my god.

"You better shut up before I fuck off to the shower."

The bed shifted and cool lips pressed against his spine. "Sorry, Cassie." Another kiss, longer and firmer, and the words came murmured against his skin. "You looked beautiful, you know, laid out like that. So, so beautiful."

"I'm not beautiful."

"You're the most beautiful person in the world to me, Casper. Since I first realised I loved you, everyone else looks like ash trampled into the mud. In a dull, grim world, my love, you shine like a star turned supernova. Now come here."

And how could Casper do anything but melt, giggling and squirming, into his arms? Cain spirited him away into a kiss again, insistent lips and hands squeezing and rubbing over every inch of him.