The Addams Family [Markson]

7. Salvation 🕷

"More, Jiaer... More..." Yien gasped, the tiny moan slipped past his blood red lips as he tried to squirm in pleasure. The rope tightly wrapped around his pale wrist and ankles, laying upon the table that stretched him each time Jiaer pushed the wooden wheel wrapped with rope.

"Cara mia, I think your tortured yourself enough." Jiaer stopped what he's been doing in that hideous moment, a fling of emotions overwhelming him. Untying his beloved lover, he made him sit at the edge of the wooden structure, "We have divine souls, but we are mortal, Yien."

"I know darling. I just... I think we pressed him too hard." Yien admitted, shifting his athemys eyes from his lap to Jiaer's. Thus, latter's eyes darkening, and smug smile plastered over his horrific face. The warm fingertips brushed over the cold pale cheeks, the touch lingering to under smaller's jaw.

"It's been a while since you carried such a delightful expression. The Worry, had it not been a key to misery, I shall repulse it." Jiaer whispered, his gilded hair combed by the evening breeze streaming from the opened window. The red deepened on Yien's lips, the corner of lips tugging in small smile.

"Our misery is ours only. What is mine is yours, should you not bear it with me?" The fragile male asked, only delight in his voice as it went like a lullaby past his lips.

"With an oath had I solemnly sworn to honor you as celestial being, thus I should share the burden of your concerns, my beloved." He said, his lips kissing the knuckles of the pale hand, voice low and raspy but enough to lift the worries from Yien. The smaller chuckled.

"Had you not claimed me, my soul would have dwelled in a well of despair." Yien replied, cold fingers threading through tousled, gilded locks. Concealing the fling of moment filled with concern, anknowledging the moment of pure apprehension and love when he sealed their lips in short kiss, "You will talk to him, hmm?"

"Of course I will, dear." The older assured, picking Yien up bridal style as true gentleman. He spun around with a stifled laugh before lowering Yien on his own feet, "How's the little demon treating you today?"

"Awfully devil-may-care demon. Made me puke thrice." The male admitted fondling his stomach, eyes averting to Jiaer, as he smiled.

"Typical." The latter chuckled, pressing a soft kiss upon Yien's cheek, "It's time to return to party, after all... How long has it been, since we last waltzed?"

"Hours." The smaller replied breathless falling into arms of his husband as they sauntered to the waltz hall where they waltzed like it was their last one.

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"Is that for Kyum?" Jinyoung asked obseeving a timy little boy that by the chance happened to hold very sharp hand knife. The party has been going on inside but the male decided to sneak out into the hallway and enjoy his loneliness and drown in his thoughts.

"Yup. Why so?" The boy sneered at him, shifting his gaze to look over his shoulder and then look up to Jinyoung. The male stared at him for a little, sighing longly as he snatched the knife from Bamie, "Hey give it back!"

"You are really annoying." Jinyoung peered at boy under his lashes, unhooking the cleaver with long handle, probably 17th century antique and lowering it for the boy, "There."

"Daddy never allowed me to take it. Thank you!" he said, his footsteps pattering down the hallway leaving the male in utter silence if not for the faint music playing in the waltzing hall.

He has been brooded on himself, not quite resilent upon the choices that he had made in a moment of sheer impulse, urge. The resistance to think he has been over thinking did not dare to cross his troubled mind. Cause the mere idea, would cast a mist upon his eyes and he couldn't see clearly.