Hello, everyone!
Deviating from my usual format, this will be a compilation of one-chapter stories from my favorite BLs. I'm willing to take requests as long as I like the couple. Feel free to specify the series, kind of story you want (bdsm, fluff...
Light filled the spacious room, making his skin glow. He was the picture of health. Rippling muscles flexed as he bent his left leg and kept his right extended, keeping his penis out of sight.
Yok didn't make a sound and neither did Dan. Only their breaths could be heard in the quiet room. Sometimes only the sound of lead on paper as Yok drew the lines of his body, all without looking away from him even once.
He was captivated because he could hear it. The screaming. It poured silently out of Dan's parted lips. It dripped down his eye in the form of one single tear. It made Dan hold his hands tightly together over his knee, making his body tense up as if to keep the scream inside.
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Dan's eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. He felt like Yok had reached inside his chest and ripped out his heart to look at all of his secrets. And he wasn't angry. He wasn't disappointed. He was accepting. He was forgiving. Something Dan hadn't let himself do.
He looked down at his hands and broke down. His vision blurred and then he let out a single sob. And then another until his breath st
"P', what's wrong?" Yok asked.
Dan looked back at him with tears swimming in his eyes and confessed. "I did something bad and I can't take it back." His voice broke at the last word and he squeezed his eyes shut tight, letting the tears escape.
Yok set aside the drawing. His fingers were black from the lead, but Dan didn't care. He closed his eyes to feel his hand on his face. His breath stuttered out in relief as the gentle fingers wiped away his tears.
The fact that he was in the nude didn't embarrass him anymore. The more shameful parts were inside him and Yok had seen it all. Miraculously, he'd stayed. His strong arms reached around his body and hugged him.
"It's all in the past," he murmured. "You'll be fine," he continued saying as he rubbed his naked back comfortingly.
Dan buried his face in the crook of his neck. His dirty cheek rubbed against Yok's white shirt, but no one said a word. They remained in each others arms for what felt like a lifetime until Yok finally moved.
His dark eyes traced Dan's features until his artist's hands decided they needed to touch. He wanted to paint a tapestry on Dan's skin. Tattoo himself all over him so they would never be apart.
For now he contented himself with just stroking his thick eyebrows. His thumbs stroked both eyelids until Dan's eyes fluttered close. His thick eyelashes grazed his high cheekbones softly. Yok used his index finger to brush his eyelashes back and forth, making Dan's eyes open again.
His hazel eyes were now screaming for something else. Not redemption, but comfort. Love.
Yok's rough hands cradled his face and he leaned down slowly. Dan stared up at his lips as they approached. Their breath mingled one second before Yok's lush lips covered Dan's.
