TW: Vincent partaking in heterosexual activities
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"Running away from me again? Am I that scary?"
Vincent nearly jumps out of his own skin at the voice that echoes from behind him. He thought that slipping into the back garden of the venue while no one was watching would grant him a few moments of privacy, but, alas, his expectations fell short.
He doesn't even need to turn around to know who it is.
"You're cruel." He simply utters, drawing a shaky inhale from the lit cigarette amidst his fingers, his head swimming as the footsteps from behind him draw closer, until they at last stop right beside him.
"That's ironic coming from you, don't you think?" Rody's smooth voice caresses Vincent's ears in a way that would be soothing if the circumstances were any different. "Give me a cigarette."
Vincent blinks, craning his neck to regard Rody with an incredulous look. He can't help but inwardly sigh at how handsome looks with his auburn locks styled like this.
".. I thought you quit." He half-heartedly protests, but reaches into his pocket to produce another cigarette nonetheless, before placing the filter between the lips that have been haunting his dreams.
"Smoking, not smoking.. does it even really matter anymore?" Rody gives a little shrug, his tone uncharacteristically unbothered as he leans closer, placing a finger beneath Vincent's chin and tilting it so they are facing each other. "Care to light it for me?"
He doesn't wait for the other man to respond. He inches forward until the tip of his cigarette comes in contact with the lit end of Vincent's, giving a few puffs until smoke fills up his mouth with its poison.
The weirdly intimate gesture has Vincent's heart fluttering within his chest, heat crawling up his neck and settling in the mounds of his cheeks.
He's just playing with me. This asshole.. he could have just used a lighter!
"Why did you come here?"
Vincent asks, cursing the tremor that sneaks into his voice despite his attempts at remaining relatively impassive. How can he be impassive when the only person he's weak for is so close? So forbidden? He just wants to take a bite right out of him right then and there.
"I came because Manon invited me." Rody says simply, as though it were the easiest thing in the world. "And because.. I want one last kiss."
The words wind Vincent's stomach into a twist.
"What?" He manages breathlessly, eyes widening slightly as he turns to look at the man standing beside him. "You're insane. Here? There's people everywhere. What if they see us?"
Well, there is no one else in the back garden as of right now..
No, get a grip! What if someone walks in and sees you?
Rody tilts his head to the side like a confused, fluffy puppy, beautiful eyes of emerald blinking down at Vincent with a faux innocence.
"Is that a no?"
Vincent stares back at him in disbelief, both appalled and strangely excited by his lack of shame. The thought of Rody wanting to kiss him again after everything was not a possibility he could have foreseen, and yet it is so oddly sweet that he can't help but bend beneath it.
Admittedly, Vincent wants nothing more than to kiss him again, too. To hold him close. To feel his warmth, the softness of his skin. He is so pained mentally that the prospect of some intimacy feels like a healing balm over an open wound.
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The Death of Our Innocence (Dead Plate Swap AU)
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