Flight Facilities - Crave
It's been a month or two now. Tyler is healed and walking, and insists on testing his aim since he had no practice for so long. Craig has definitely found feelings for Tyler, but the man remains emotionless as ever... oppose from a blush and a grin here and there.
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"Memoorrrrries, got me feeeeeellinng so~ annoyed." Craig finishes flatly, and Tyler laughs as they stand in the shooting range. "I don't like it here, Ty." Craig pouts, looking around nervously. "We'll be fiiiiine. That was a one time thing! And now, I'm super human!" Tyler smiles widely, lifting his shirt and showing off the fading scar. "That doesn't make you super human. It makes you have one less rib." Craig scoffs while rolling his eyes at the taller, and Tyler snickers while knocking on where a rib should be. "But I survived." Tyler laughs again, dropping his shirt and grabbing his gun. "You'll kill yourself, one of these days." Craig whines, sitting on an empty barrel. "And it'll be fucking awesome." Tyler snickers, taking aim on a bottle around fifty feet away.
"I hate you." Craig mumbles, rubbing his eyes. "Aww.. I just thought we was getting close." Tyler turns to look at Craig, firing the gun without looking and blowing the head right off the bottle. "Showoff!" Craig snaps, and Tyler laughs before dropping his gun arm by his side. "I'm just fun." Tyler smirks, walking closer to Craig before placing his hands on the barrel Craig is sitting on, efficiently trapping him. Craig blushes at the close proximity, looking up at Tyler's ice eyes. "Y-You're annoying." Craig stammers with blush all over his face. "I'm fun~" Tyler smirks teasingly, staring Craig down.
"T-Tyler, what are you doing?" Craig gulps, shuffling back on the barrel. "I'm being the asshole you love." Tyler continues to smirk, tilting his head to his chest so he can look at Craig through his eyelashes. "Wha-What?" Craig's ears turning red and even his neck flushes with color from how red he's becoming. "Aw, c'mon Mini. I can see the way you look at me." Tyler licks over his teeth, testing the waters. "I-I don't know wh-what you mean." Craig lies, swallowing thickly. "You know exactly what I mean." Tyler mumbles in Craig's ear, nibbling on the lobe of it. "T-Tyler." Craig gasps, involuntarily tilting his head to the side. "Want something?" Tyler smirks, purposely breathing heavily against Craig's neck. Craig can't think if a response, he doesn't want Tyler to stop, god no, but what the hell is happening? Is Tyler using Craig or does he love him back? What the hell is going the fuck on?
"Tyler" Craig breathes sharply as Tyler presses his lips against Craig's neck. "Do.. do you love me?" Craig asks quietly, and Tyler moves back to stare Craig down. Craig gulps and looks at his lap, deciding he messed up and ruined a good thing. Tyler chuckles lightly and grips Craig's chin, lifting his head so their eyes are locked together again. "I don't have emotions. Or at least, I didn't. I was turned into an absolute monster by the devil people like to call my father. I shut myself off and aimed my gun at anything that looked at me. Then I saw you in the bank and fuck, I wanted to shoot you because it was this rush of emotions I thought I had forgotten and to hell with it if I wasn't scared out of my mind. And you were annoying, pathetic, and stupidly cute when I first met you. Then you turned into this, this cute, annoying, brave guy that I'm proud to call my friend. I thought I forgot how to love after my mom died but.. but somehow you brought back all these memories like a light switch. And I saw you looking at those pictures and I felt weak and angry but somewhere I was happy because you knew, and know, when no one else does. So yes, fucking yes Craig. I love you and that scares the crap outta me." Tyler sighs, still pinning Craig the barrel dispite his dropped head.
This time Craig lifts Tyler's chin, pressing a soft kiss to the tallers lips. Tyler's eyes shut tightly and he kisses back, using a hand on Craig's back to pull him closer. Tyler quickly claims Craig's mouth, tugging and biting on his bottom lip and sucking on Craig's skin. Craig tries to kiss back, but Tyler's over powering him and he's frozen with everything that's going on around him. Tyler's lips are hot on his neck, kissing and sucking and dragging his teeth along Craig's skin. Craig's hand clasps to the back of Tyler's neck, another in his short carmel hair, holding on tightly. Tyler smirks and nips Craig's skin again, kissing over the spot.
Craig gasps and pulls Tyler closer still, shutting his eyes tightly. "Watch.. out.." He warns, and Tyler looks at him funny. "Behind.. me.." Craig mutters, slumping against Tyler's chest as Tyler looks up. Tyler's eyes widen and a growl escapes him at he sees Marcel, smirking, holding a smoking gun.
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Soft - BoyxBoy
Fanfiction"Even the coldest people were once as soft as water." Tyler 'Wildcat' joined a gang when he was only fifteen to escape his broken home life. At the age of the twenty-six, the man has already killed hundreds in raids, robberies, and cross-fires. Afte...
