Soul Mark (breddy fanfic)

How Come I Never Knew Your Soulmark?

Brett woke up first the next morning.

His head spinning wildly as soon as he got up from the bed. Wrong decision.

He fell back to the bed headfirst. The taste of his special whiskey turned sour in his mouth bothers him. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Tasting his own morning breath.

Brett tried to stretch his limbs on the bed to sober up himself. He stretch his arms and legs.. only to feel some dull pain from everywhere.

Ouch, he didn't expected that, his body felt like as if it was hit by a truck,His arms and legs sore as if he'd done some intense work out, his body sore, plus everything felt sticky, but somehow in a good way, he also felt strangely satisfied? uh... content?

Also, he's naked as a baby.

And the room smells funny too... what happened again? last night, he...

Eddy's loud snore called him from his reverie. Why does he sleep on Brett's bed?

More like why does he sleep on Eddy's room?

Eddy turned his body in his sleep and a good portion of the blanket rustled, exposing his naked torso.

No way!

Holy Moly!

Brett litterally dashed out of the room into the shower.

Crap! did we just have sex?

seems like it, Thought Brett while inspecting some hickeys and traces of bodily liquid on his whole body. He watched his reflection inside the mirror, his back full of with claw marks, and there are bruises across his torso. He looked like a rotten fruit. Dried semen on his groin and some parts of his body also a dead give away.

Brett squinted his eyes, forcing himself to think as bits of memories from last night appeared on his mind.

Brett muffled his scream with his hands like a teenage fangirl. So embarassing, but Brett actually enjoyed it, even if they lasted under five minutes, and the fact that it was actually great was not helping. To be honest it was better than any of his previous dreams featuring Eddy. The last part wasn't helping at all.

What should he do now? he couldn't just.. pretend that nothing had happened right? or dispose the body for the matter. Brett knew that said body must have the same predicament as his.

Brett knew he got to do something about this.

So Brett made a mental note in his head which goes as below:

- first, checked on Eddy and the mess after shower

- second, get himself sober up.

- third, well, they have to talk about it later, but how? Hey bro, so i woke up this morning and kinda notice that our drunk self kinda hooked up last night? but we're chill right?

Brett bit his knuckles in an attempt to silence his scream. Holy Moly, he's so not ready to get out of the shower.

Eventually he had to tho, so out he went, single white towel wrapped around his waist, he charged into his own room and get himself ready.

The alarm clock on his nightstand indicated 7.00 am. He still have some time before Eddy's awake, he usually up around 10 or something, tought Brett as he put on his glasses.

Brett sighed as he slipped into his faithful pink HnM hoodie and a boxer.

Brett heaved himself up. He still feel slightly dizzy, so he helped himself to a glass of water. The amount of adrenaline he drowned in this morning made him forgot about his hung over. To his surprise it wasn't that bad.

Brett inspected the dining room silently, the whiskey was still there. Brett store the rest inside the fridge.

Brett was stalling and he knew that. He's so not ready to face Eddy, and Eddy was still asleep. Imagine if Eddy's awake.

But he had to anyway, he had to checked on him, considering there's not much soreness from his behind, and bits of info he started to remember. Eddy must have bottomed last night, and as far as Brett knew, Eddy had never done the deed with another man.

Brett facepalmed. Alright, let's do it.

He took a deep breath and entered Eddy's room.

Stench of sex hung heavily on the air. Eddy was still asleep with his upper half exposed in the air. Brett held his breath, his face blushed at the sight.

Eddy got it worse in terms of bruises. Hickeys in various size littered across his neck and body. This Eddy before him, was the true definition of spoiled fruit.

Brett dreaded himself as he lifted up the blanket to check for some blood. Thank god there's no any, tought Brett as he quickly cover him back quickly.

One notable hickey on Eddy's right waist caught his eyes. It was the size of a quarter with bite mark adorning it sides. Crap, it'll hurt, it was a litteral bite. There's a small line near the said hickey, Brett squinted his eyes and carefully touch the line to check if he had hurt Eddy even worse than he tought.

Oh, it's just his soulmark it seems like. Brett was pretty sure that the line actually was words carved on Eddy's skin.

It was so small, that through all the year of their friendship, Brett never really knew what it said or where it was located, and Eddy never really care that much to talk about it. Brett's poor eyesight was also not helping as he only saw the mark when they're out for swimming.

Brett squinted his eyes to look at the words more clearly. It said Sure, i guess in a scrawny hand writting.

Brett snorted, of course his best friend's soulmark was just as elusive as his. No wonder Eddy couldn't care much about it or haven't met his soulmate yet. Just like Brett. Brett shook his head in disbelief.

He absentmindedly eyeing the soulmark once again. Those scrawny little handwriting felt somewhat familiar to him...

Then the realization hits him.

What if Eddy is the one?

To think about it, Eddy has also said his words when they first met, and their soul marks kinda matched.

It was barely past eight in the morning, but Brett already found himself once again leaped out of Eddy's room. His heart pounding in his ear.