'til death do us part

6

Wriothesley's eyes fluttered open to find white hair trailing over his shoulder. He looked over to see Neuvillette hugging him from behind. 

"Neuvi..." Wriothesley reached up to brush his hand on Neuvillette's cheek. 

"Hm?" Neuvillette nuzzled his head up against the back of Wriothesley's but didn't move much more than that. 

"Are you...still inside me?" Wriothesley coughed, trying to suppress the warmth of his cheeks. 

"My apologies," Neuvillette slowly pried himself away from Wriothesley. He sat at the edge of the table, trying to adjust his hair so he could at least see. 

"For the first time in my life, I think I feel cold," Wriothesley soon followed and wrapped his arms around Neuvillette. 

"Oh?" Neuvillette placed his hand on Wriothesley's arm. "Are you in any pain?" he asked. 

Wriothesley's response was delayed but as soon as Neuvillette suggested that he began to feel the fatigue. 

"Lie down," Neuvillette pried Wriothesley's arms off of him and pushed him against the bed. He hovered over him, flipping him onto his stomach. Wriothesley could barely process what was going on. The next thing he knew, Neuvillette's hands were running all along his body. 

He moaned and promptly hid his face in a pillow. This wasn't supposed to be sexual; it was supposed to be a massage. When Neuvillette pulled his hands away, Wriothesley found himself following those hands. 

"Did you have plans for today?" Neuvillette asked, gently flipping him over to massage his front. There was something different about facing him. Feeling his hands on his body while looking in his eyes. 

"Fuck me." 

"Pardon?" Neuvillette blinked. 

"I need you. I need you right now." 

"Last night wasn't enough?" 

"It's not a matter of enough," Wriothesley grabbed Neuvillette's arm and pulled him down to grab the nape of his neck to push him for a kiss. "There will never be a moment when I don't want you, darling husband." 

"There is work to be done," Neuvillette struggled to separate from kissing Wriothesley but he found that he also wanted those lips just as Wriothesley wanted his. 

"You were in me all night, I'm already loose enough for you," Wriothesley reminded. 

"Wriothesley..." Neuvillette struggled to remain collected. "No, no," he shook his head and sat up on the bed. "You aren't going to seduce me again like this," Neuvillette insisted. 

"What? Why not?" 

"Your body needs rest and there is work to be done." 

"Make a mess of me, I can take it." 

"I said no." Neuvillette stood up and turned to get dressed. Wriothesley stared at his back, staring at all of the red scratch marks no doubt made by himself. He looked down at his own body, realizing that there were bite marks and such. 

"I can't believe I ruined your beautiful skin," Wriothesley felt guilty. Ashamed, even. 

"My skin will heal." 

"I hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you." 

"You didn't hurt me." 

"But your skin," Wriothesley held his head in his hands. 

"Wriothesley," Neuvillette knelt down in front of him at the edge of the bed, placing his hand over his knee. He stared up at him and waited until he let his hands fall to see his face. "You didn't hurt me. They won't scar. Once they heal, you must do it again, so it's known that I am yours." 

"I never expected you'd say something like that," Wriothesley chuckled. 

"I never expected you to love me." 

"You believe me then? That I love you?" Wriothesley cupped Neuvillette's face in his hands. 

"I still doubt but that is due to my own insecurities. It may take me some time," Neuvillette closed his eyes, leaning his face into Wriothesley's hand. "I've been betrayed by those that have claimed to love me in the past. I require time to heal in order to trust again." 

"I understand. I'll wait patiently for that day." 

"You're incredibly kind to me." 

"Because I love you. Because you're beautiful. Because you're my husband. Because you're mine. I would do anything for you, Neuvillette, even if it cost me my life." 

"No," his eyes flashed open, narrowing. "Do not lose your life for me. Live for me, understand?" 

"Of course, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." 

"Just don't say things like that in the future," Neuvillette stood up. 

"I'm sorry, I won't, I'm sorry," Wriothesley couldn't stand the thought of Neuvillette angry at him. He hugged him, pressing his face deeply into Neuvillette's chest.