Obsessed [NeteyamxAonung]

Spicey Vermilion - Sully Boy

Neteyam strolls out of his room, long after dinner was served, rubbing his stomach a bit.

He didn't feel like eating earlier, half because his stomach hurt too much, and half because he was annoyed by his siblings fussing at him for doing such a foolish thing.

He doesn't think it was foolish. It kept his friend from being badly beaten, but his siblings don't see it that way. Lo'ak, for one, doesn't think Aonung is worth the trouble.

Now he's hungry, but his serving of food wasn't cooked, so he'll have to stick with fresh fruit. A bowl of them is kept in the center of the table, so he takes his pick.

As he turns around, to head back to his room with it, someone is suddenly standing right in front of him.

Neteyam- Shit.

He startles with a gasp, and hops backward, hitting the table.

Neteyam- You can't just creep up on someone in the dark like that.

Aonung- Sorry.

The boy's face is serious, and his gaze travels down to Neteyam's stomach.

Aonung- Are you hurting?

Neteyam- Not as much as earlier.

He reaches a hand out, lightly touching Neteyam's lower stomach with the back of his finger.

Aonung- Are you sure?

Neteyam- Y-Yeah.

In a bit of confusion, Neteyam looks down at Aonung's finger now trailing up his torso. It reaches his chest, then moves to his chin to make him look back up at Aonung, steadily getting closer.

Neteyam- Uh, are you okay?

Aonung- Yeah.

The marine boy stops only an inch away from his face, holding his chin to keep his gaze, which has him feeling more flustered than ever.

Neteyam- Oh, w-well that's good, I guess.

He speaks a bit breathlessly, since his heart is pounding in his chest.

Neteyam- Uh, can you . . .

Another hand lies flat against his stomach, making him drop his fruit and grab onto Aonung's arm.

Neteyam- M-Maybe, back up some . . . ?

The hand begins to slide over to grasp his waist, making him take in a gasp. He tries to look away, but the marine boy won't let him.

Neteyam- Stop it . . .

He isn't sure why this boy is suddenly showing such suggestive behavior towards him, but he doesn't think his heart can take it. He feels like he's just run for miles without rest.

His demand goes ignored, and Aonung's hand wraps around his back, pulling his body flush against his own, making him gasp again.

Neteyam- Aonung.

. . .

Why did he have to say his name?

Now his inexperienced mouth is trapped against Aonung's confident one, and he can't breathe.

What is this?

Up until now, Aonung hadn't shown a single sign of any attraction. No desire to kiss him, or even hug him.

What happened?

His lips mimic the motions of the marine ones guiding him.

His own fascination with Aonung was apparent to him, but he couldn't not be interested in someone who can create masterpieces from scraps.

Someone that saved him and his siblings from a lonely future on that small island. Who knew he'd be severely punished for doing so, but did it anyway.

What's not to admire?

The ocean rippled skin alone is enough to make him want to look. Or stare. Perhaps even touch.

But those were just inappropriate thoughts he kept in the back of his mind.

This was just the first person other than family he had seen in quite some time, that's all. It's not like he has feelings for him.

Right? No feelings.

Why take a blow for him then?

What kind of friend would he be if he didn't?

Certainly not the kind that's currently making out with him against a table in the kitchen in the middle of the night.

With the floored fruit bowl replaced by his body being pinned down under Aonung's larger figure, he definitely isn't complaining about the sort of friend he is.

Was that a moan he just heard?

It was a bit high for someone with such a deep voice.

There it sounds again, and nothing's more shocking to him than realizing it came from himself.

His arms wrap around Aonung's muscular neck, encouraging the boy whose hands are roaming everywhere they shouldn't.

So what is this?

Something he's been waiting for far longer than he cares to admit.