By popular request a oneshot featuring Schlatt and Ares. Feel free to skip if it's not your cup of tea :)
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"Hey, hot stuff?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm bored."
"Then go find something to do," I suggest simply, turning a page of the book in my lap.
Schlatt hums but makes no effort to follow my suggestion. Instead, he turns his attention on me, resting his chin in a hand as he gazes at me from across the room.
"What ya got there?" He questions after a considerable amount of wordless staring.
"A book."
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Alright, smart guy. What kind of book?"
Bookmarking the page with my thumb, I turn the volume around to show its cover.
"The Fables of Shmeg the Sorcerer?" Schlatt reads allowed with a frown. "The fuck?"
"It's historical," I say as way of explanation. "I found it upstairs. It's really quite interesting."
"Sounds like a shit story." The horned man interrupts. Then, "so what's it about?"
"Would you like to read it with me?" I offer with a smile, gesturing to the empty spot on the sofa beside me. Schlatt seems to contemplate my offer with a raised eyebrow, then pushes himself with much effort from his chair and shuffles over, flopping down heavily beside me.
"Schlatt?"
The male ignores my confused tones and continues in his efforts to get comfy, stretching out along the cushions, legs down one end and head nestled snugly atop my lap.
I raise a brow, amused.
"Well? Get on and read it then." He instructs seriously, folding one leg over the other.
I laugh lightly and shuffle to readjust his weight on my lap, careful not to knock his curled ram horns.
Bringing the book forward, I begin to read aloud from where I last left off. Schlatt remains quiet as a lamb as I read, his breathing soft and eyes half-lidded. I almost forget he's there until I hear the soft shuffle of fabric, and see a hand rise up past my book. He runs a finger along my jaw, distracting me from the story and redirecting my attention.
"What are you doing?" I question softly.
"Just enjoying the view." He hums.
"Oh?" I close the book and hold it to the side, giving me full view of the man's smug face. His dark eyes are light and mischievous, igniting my own impish side. "And is it a good view?"
My question is answered by his thumb running over my lower lip. The sensation is light, and leaves me smiling. For as cold and harsh as his words can be sometimes, his actions are always in complete contrast. Soft and warm. He never ceases to amaze me.
"It's pretty good. But it could get a lot better if you came a little closer."
"You mean like this?"
Book forgotten, I bow my head, and stop just short of his lips, our noses almost touching. I hear and feel his breath hitch. He hadn't been expecting me to actually comply. But he recovers quickly, taking charge once more.
"Just like that..." he mumbles, his hand sliding past my cheek to cup the back of my head. His fingers slide easily into my pale hair, and tighten gently at the back of my head.
Stomach fluttering with birds and bees, I allow him to close the gap, pressing his lips to mine.
Warmth spreads from my mouth and into my face, lighting me on fire. His lips are soft yet firm, pressed determinedly into my own. I can feel his greed and want for me. The tightening of his hand in my hair. It's like this every time he kisses me. He always wants more.
I allow his kiss for a few, heart-stopping seconds before pulling away. He leans after me, chasing my lips, and frowns slightly when I don't comply.
"Oy." He grumbles, looking like a child who's just had its favourite toy confiscated. "Is that it?"
I giggle giddily and push a hand through his hair, brushing aside the dark locks, admiring his disgruntled expression.
"Does the manager have a complaint?" I hum innocently, enjoying myself far more than I should. He's so fun to tease.
"The hell he does. You call that bullshit a kiss?"
I laugh, unable to hold it in any longer. I brush a thumb across his forehead, smoothing out the stress lines that have accumulated along his brow, his fluffy goat ears flickering.
"I see. I do apologize. Allow me to try again." I tease, my tone light.
His eyes narrow with suspicion, yet he reaches up anyway, lips parted as he pulls me down for a second kiss.
I hum and place a finger to his lips before they can connect with mine, earning an actual growl from him this time.
"You want a proper kiss, don't you? Then I'll take charge this time around."
Before he can comment, I tighten my grip on his hair, and place my mouth over his.
He groans, approving of my antics, and begins to move his lips in sync with mine, our hot breaths mingling. I smile into the kiss. He's such a child. So easy to read. So easy to please...
I feel a pressure at the back of my head as he tries to pull me further down, once again attempting to take control. In retaliation I give one of his horns a tug, breaking our kiss.
"You're not allowed to do that," I whisper against his parted lips.
"Fuck you." Is his curt response, and I smile.
Instead of resuming the kiss, I begin to suck on his lower lip, just to annoy him. He tries to force my lips back against his, but with every tug of my hair, I give a tug of his horn, prolonging the separation for even longer until with a frustrated grunt he finally gives in, and eases his grip on my golden locks.
Pleased with his co-operation, I reward him with a soft peck on the lips, which quickly evolves into heated mashing. We go like this for a while till we're both heated and panting for breath.
"Any more complaints?" I muse, tired yet smiling. Schlatt gives me a drowsy smirk, his lips red and swollen. The lower one in particular.
"And if I do?"
I lower my head and kiss him lightly on the cheek. "Then I'd have no choice but to keep going till you're satisfied," I mumble softly.
"Fuck." He mutters breathlessly.
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Welp. It is done. And damn was it fun to write! I started writing this on Tuesday, which I think was when we hit 25k. And we're now already at 28k, which is just scary how fast that number went up XD I'd be more than happy to do another special chapter at 50k if requested. But for now, I hope this satisfied all my lovely Schlatt fans.
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