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Title: Scars
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Martin Škrtel/Daniel Agger
Word Count: ~400
Disclaimer: Complete fabrication and nonsense.
A/N: There's no specific structure to this; it's just a moment. For my darling Anna, as always ♥
Dan always woke first, awakened slowly by the gentle snores of the man sleeping so peacefully beside him. His own peace beautifully interrupted by the warm arm that was suddenly flung over his stomach as his lover shifted in his sleep.
Long fingers splayed across his belly twitching as Dan blew gently on them, a smile tugging the corners of his mouth at the fierce resistance Martin had to waking up in the morning. Each beautifully formed finger with well defined bone and ghostly skin stretched across knuckle. Fingers he would take each in turn, savour them deliciously with his teeth scraping gently along the underside along the pads of Martin’s fingertips where the salty taste of himself still lingered.
The tiniest scar at the base of his thumb was the only flaw. The raised skin, if possible a shade lighter than the skin around it, was fascinating to Dan. The faintest of blue veins traced directly below and Dan rubbed his finger along it to the crook of Martin’s elbow where it was lost. He didn't know what or where the scar was from and he’d never asked, knowing that Martin would probably not be able to remember anyway. Just an old battle scar. They all had them. He kissed it gently feeling the smallest bump with his tongue.
Martin, irritable in sleep moved his hand away and turned to lie on his back, sheets tangled around his waist and his belly tight as he stretched, sheet dropping just low enough for Dan to be able to run his finger through newly revealed pubic hair. Martin had scars on his hips, across his stomach, on his waist. Tiny, unnoticeable to anyone but Dan. Many of them Dan had inflicted himself: from his nails digging in hard as Martin fucked him, from gripping Martin’s waist the few times he had claimed the Slovak in the ways he was so often claimed himself. Others Dan didn't want to know the history of and didn’t need to know the history of. He felt no guilt, he carried the same brandings.
He pressed his nose to Martin's armpit as he stretched beside him; the pungent smell of mornings delicious to him. Thick hairs tickling his cheek as he nuzzled against him not able to resist the slightest nip to the softest of skin.
He reached across to touch the newest lines which marked Martin’s skin. Still the tiniest flakes of skin and dried ink flicked off as Dan traced his finger along the still healing lines. He'd asked Martin once, over a dozen glasses of whiskey and a hundred drunken kisses, if his tattoos had any meaning. Martin had smiled and kissed him sloppily on the side of the mouth, 'Just scars, baby, just beautiful scars.'
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Martin Škrtel/Daniel Agger
Word Count: ~400
Disclaimer: Complete fabrication and nonsense.
A/N: There's no specific structure to this; it's just a moment. For my darling Anna, as always ♥
Dan always woke first, awakened slowly by the gentle snores of the man sleeping so peacefully beside him. His own peace beautifully interrupted by the warm arm that was suddenly flung over his stomach as his lover shifted in his sleep.
Long fingers splayed across his belly twitching as Dan blew gently on them, a smile tugging the corners of his mouth at the fierce resistance Martin had to waking up in the morning. Each beautifully formed finger with well defined bone and ghostly skin stretched across knuckle. Fingers he would take each in turn, savour them deliciously with his teeth scraping gently along the underside along the pads of Martin’s fingertips where the salty taste of himself still lingered.
The tiniest scar at the base of his thumb was the only flaw. The raised skin, if possible a shade lighter than the skin around it, was fascinating to Dan. The faintest of blue veins traced directly below and Dan rubbed his finger along it to the crook of Martin’s elbow where it was lost. He didn't know what or where the scar was from and he’d never asked, knowing that Martin would probably not be able to remember anyway. Just an old battle scar. They all had them. He kissed it gently feeling the smallest bump with his tongue.
Martin, irritable in sleep moved his hand away and turned to lie on his back, sheets tangled around his waist and his belly tight as he stretched, sheet dropping just low enough for Dan to be able to run his finger through newly revealed pubic hair. Martin had scars on his hips, across his stomach, on his waist. Tiny, unnoticeable to anyone but Dan. Many of them Dan had inflicted himself: from his nails digging in hard as Martin fucked him, from gripping Martin’s waist the few times he had claimed the Slovak in the ways he was so often claimed himself. Others Dan didn't want to know the history of and didn’t need to know the history of. He felt no guilt, he carried the same brandings.
He pressed his nose to Martin's armpit as he stretched beside him; the pungent smell of mornings delicious to him. Thick hairs tickling his cheek as he nuzzled against him not able to resist the slightest nip to the softest of skin.
He reached across to touch the newest lines which marked Martin’s skin. Still the tiniest flakes of skin and dried ink flicked off as Dan traced his finger along the still healing lines. He'd asked Martin once, over a dozen glasses of whiskey and a hundred drunken kisses, if his tattoos had any meaning. Martin had smiled and kissed him sloppily on the side of the mouth, 'Just scars, baby, just beautiful scars.'
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I love you too bb, glad you liked this oh hobotastic one ♥ ♥ ♥
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christ, you do know you're the only one who can write them, don't you? they are divine; and every word here is true, oh so true, as beautiful as it can ever be. <333333
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oh shhh babes, we're in this together you know that!
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and i can't live without you. end of.
annnd /sappyness
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you know, in my own private heaven there'll be you and our Glorious 10 will dance for us on the tables and we'll stuff their underwear with orange flavored condoms and wentworth will explain to us nuclear physics or something equally hot, while our beautiful hunks will lie beside us nekkid, dom stroking m's thighs and sliding his hand lower until m will moan lustfully and we'll sip on White Russians and pet baby!samir's and d's hair.
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that is the closest vision to heaven i think there is possible to get. dude someday we HAVE to write some sort of fucked up crossover fic...have too.
(btw did you get that next part of the violation of baby!LJ i sent?)
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crossover is a must, precious, it's simply one of those 'things to do before you die'! i think we can already think of some kind of a plot (not that it's needed, but you know... XDD)
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ah im sure we can think of something ;) too damn delicious to pass up XDD
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a willing bitchXDmmm, papi's going to show LJ some hot loving
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yumyumyum, ohhh so excited about writing this one. no idea what the WC is just now but its pretty epic thus far and we've barely started!
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shall i squish you and kiss and cuddle you to death because i missed your writing so much, it's not even funny? shall i? sandbitch loves you <33333
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sandbitch loves you too! all...what is it now? 10? XD
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hell, the guy sitting next to me is reading what i'm typing here. stalker.
oh my, this is some serious sexing, isn't it? :D x10 times cooler than anytyhing 8=====''''===D
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did he see you type that? i say...BUGGER OFF YOU NOSY STALKER MAN! XD
it is it is...too much to handle? *thinks* nah...we can cope i think ;) 8========D-----*
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8======D----* (oh my god, is that a small pool of cum? we can lap it up like dirty ho's?)
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it is a small pool of cum! lap it up lap it up lap it up! and dom and d can stand over us with whips until we get it all cleaned up just right
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arrrrghhhh stop it! stop it! i mean, continue!this is major turn on babes, especially the thought of being forced by dom/d Duo of Hardcore. they will probably tug at our hair and press our faces to their glorious throbbing cocks once we've showed some decent, er, behaviour.
oh jeebus, dan with a whip... baby likes kinky things.
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mmm isn't it? haha, i was trying to be good tonight and study but such dirty boys lead to such naughty thoughts don't they? oh jeezo can you imagine having dom's cock shoved down your throat, d knealing behind him with his tongue deep in dom's ass...
hmm, whats that? a small puddle of drool upon my desk? XD
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i think there's a puddle in my panties now, this all is just like honey on our thick crispy toast XDDD
8=========D (.)(.)(.)(.) (dom's up to a party tonight)
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he is, soooooo is. he's just like this big, huge mass of muscle and MAN and oh holy fuck, you know when you just want to sink your teeth into someone?
i think went blushes, of course. he's too charming...oh the things we could do to that boy though ;)
(dom won't know what the hell has hit him, i hear he's single again shall we hunt him down? XD)
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