Aphmau Yaoi One shots.

39. Marks (Vylante)

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A brunette groaned, feeling sunlight on his face as it was morning. He turned over, burying himself back into the bedsheets. His hair ruffled as he couldn't recall what had happened that night.

Vylad sighed when he realized he wasn't going to fall asleep again. Yawning, his emerald eyes watered slightly. His brain felt fuzzy, and his muscles aching for some reason. He couldn't understand what was wrong.

Getting up, his feet met the floor softly. Shivers travelling up his spin from the lack of warmth he had woken from. He realized Dante wasn't in the room. Vylad yawned again, carefully standing up only to feel pain shoot across him.

He winced, shutting his eyes. Why was he hurting, was he injured? Yesterday evening was still a blur as nothing was making sense. He grabbed a shirt, putting it on. It went past his waist, to his thighs as he figured it was one of Dante's.

Vylad then went to the bathroom. Turning the light on, he chuckled at his ruffled hair in the mirror. After he brushed it out, the Ro'meave noticed something. Dark marks littered around his neck and shoulders. One or two looked like bite marks, the others bruises.

Gently, he ran his hand over one. They didn't burn with agony though still felt sore. He figured it was his neck that was worn out but he was confused. How did this happen? Clueless as a five year old he seemed to be.

"Dante?" Vylad called out, leaving the bathroom.

The brunette found his boyfriend making breakfast. His shirt off as Vylad figured he wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon. Vylad watched in silence as the older male was focused. Then it struck him.

Dante's bare back was covered in scratch marks. Long ones stretched along his skin. Maybe one to two bruises along his upper shoulders, possibly three. Vylad's eyes widened with shock.

Dante looked behind him, seeing the surprised boy. A light chuckle escaping him as he finished up breakfast first. The two in silence for a few moments.

The blunette felt a soft hand touch his back, letting him know Vylad was behind him. "Morning."

"Morning, Dante.." Vylad was still confused, resting his head against the side of Dante's shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" Dante glanced at him briefly before finishing breakfast.

"What do you mean?" He still couldn't remember.

Dante chuckled again. "I mean after last night."

"Last night?.." Vylad asked nearly blindly. "Why? What happened last night?"

"We did naughty things." Dante joked though hoped his boyfriend would catch on.

"Naughty things.." Vylad thought for a moment.

Then it hit him hard. The memories of that night flooding into his head. The moans, the pants, and cries. The endless heat that took control of them both as they wildly forgot themselves.

It made Vylad dizzy. It explained the pain he was in and the marks that were left. His eyes glancing at Dante's back then at his hands. He recalled his nails digging into the skin as Dante overwhelmed him with so many different feelings, and sensations.

Tears had brimmed his eyes, and pleasure rippling through him for what felt like hours. Dante biting on his skin causing the brunette to want more. The warmth they shared being nothing like he's ever felt before.

A dark blush travelled across his cheeks as he was extremely embarrassed. "I-I.. Dante, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.."

Dante was shocked, carefully moving Vylad's gaze to meet his. "Hey, it's ok.. It'll heal."

Vylad let his boyfriend's smile calm him down, resting his cheek against Dante's hand. "I love you.."

"I love you too, Vylad." Dante kissed his forehead lightly, glad to see the younger one smile.