plaguedrat | [for Marius

He couldn't suppress his groans, body going tight at the feeling. It had been months since he'd taken pleasure in someone else and he'd almost been able to forget the sensation. Now his body ached for that touch. He jerked his hips forward, grabbing at Marius.

Rat, cool and collected, faded away. For the first time, he looked young and eighteen, caught up in wanting. "Please," he mumbled into the kiss. "Please."

He feels the way Rat tightens beneath him as he swallows his groans into his mouth. Seeing and feeling him unravel like this makes Marius crave more of him; he leans in, kisses him deeper as he moves them so that Rat lays beneath him now, all the while never ceasing stroking him.

He straddles him, bringing his spare hand to stroke through his hair as he breaks away from his mouth to kiss his way down Rat's neck. His kisses are lingering and curious as he sucks at the bare skin exposed to him. He's struck by a sudden desire to memorize every curve and jut with his mouth.

He pauses when he reaches Rat's chest to take in the sight of him; he looks so different, lost in pleasure, than his normal, severe self. He tries to catch his breath back in between kiss-swollen lips, bringing his other hand down to graze across his chest. After a moment, he finally undoes the top of the other man's pants and brings his hand inside to grasp at the heat of his cock.

It was a long time since he'd been kissed so...curiously. So sweetly. He'd forgotten how it felt to be explored anew, kissed so reverently. But Marius didn't look so innocent. There was a real lust, a want in him. He was aware, now, of Marius' own lean frame, the slight softness in his face that marked how young he really was. How young they both were.

He couldn't help groaning as Marius released him. Everywhere his skin touched Marius', Rat felt hyper aware, his skin prickling. He wanted, needed to be touched. Kissed.

Marius has never kissed anyone quite like this; he keeps dragging his lips across Rat's skin, unwilling to tear them away from the heat of it. As close as he is to Rat's lean frame, he suddenly becomes aware of how young he really is; his groans and the other ways in which he reacts to Marius' kisses speak as to an age usually hidden by the weight of such a heavy life.

He keeps his other hand glancing across Rat's skin, sweeping over him as he tries to brush every available inch. He brings his mouth further down the other man's body, kissing him with greater passion and reverence as he does so. He wants to give Rat all the pleasure he can possibly give.

His other hand squeezes his erection as he strokes; his mouth poised just at the end of his abdomen.

For a second, Rat remembered himself and shook his head, reaching down to cup Marius' face. "This is fine," he said. Rat had practice in using his mouth, relaxing his throat; if Marius hadn't done it before, this wasn't the right time.

"Come here." Rat beckoned him up with a hand. "Kiss me." Kiss him and touch him. It was all he wanted, needed for now. To feel pleasure and to be reminded he wasn't alone. That was enough.

"Are you sure?" He asks even as he revels in his touch. Part of him is relieved, when he thinks about it. He's never done anything like this before. Still, part of him remains disappointed. He wanted to give Rat the same pleasure.

But he doesn't need to be asked twice, when the other man beckons him. He leans in closer as he moves back up Rat's body; he lets one hand wander around his chest and stomach, while the other continues stroking him, as firm and even as he's able to. He brings his lips back to Rat's, kissing him deeply, hungrily. He groans into his mouth, wanting him to know how much he is wanted. How he is not actually alone.

Rat nodded quietly. This wasn't the time for Marius to attempt something that might to look easy but could be unpleasant on the first try. This would be a chance for pleasure, the closeness. That was enough.

Rat tangled his fingers into Marius' hair, tugging ever so slightly as he indulged in the kisses. After going without someone else's warmth for months, he knew he wouldn't last very long at all. It didn't matter. He just needed to touched.

Marius grins into their kissing, bringing up the hand roaming across Rat's stomach to graze across his cheek, gently stroking his thumb over where his nose and face meet. He sighs at the feeling of the other man's fingers in his hair; if he wants to be touched, he is content to oblige him, basking in the warmth rising from between where their two bodies connect.

He gains more confidence with each moment. His hand grasping Rat's cock speeds up and moves with a more certain firmness. He breaks away from Rat's lips to kiss down his neck, sucking at the skin he finds there as though he might drink the other man in.

He was gasping now, hips jerking and pressing closer. He needed to come, was resolved to banish the loneliness of the last few months. If he only had one night, that could be enough. Grabbing the back of Marius' head, he dragged him closer as if he could kiss them into one being.

Moaning, forgetting himself or his restraint, Rat felt himself spill. Even so, he kept kissing, pressed close to Marius.

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Meeting his lips again, Marius tastes each gasp as they spill from Rat; he savors them as he returns the kiss with such need that he might help the other man mold themselves into one being. He feels as though he's caught on fire, the solitude of the past few months cast out into the smoke and drifting away. He groans as Rat tugs him by the hair, and as he looks down at the man beneath him, he feels a sudden pull in his gut.

And then Rat moans as his hips jerk, coming beneath him. Marius gasps at both the sight and the sensation of the liquid spilling over his hand; he kisses him with greater reverence as he continues stroking him through his orgasm, wringing his pleasure from him.

"You're beautiful," he mumbles in between kisses, struck suddenly by the urge to tell Rat this.

Rat lay there for a second, his body flushed and his mind pleasantly hazy. He smiled then, enjoying the kisses, even as he laughed at the compliment, "No I'm not." And that was all right because at least for now, he wasn't alone.

He kissed Marius again, hands soothing over his back and shoulders as he searched out places where he'd scratched or made marks. He could be gentle now, slowly easing the hurts he'd made on the other man's body in the heat of things.

Marius blinks, staring at the flush covering Rat and the way it highlights his smile. It's an enchanting sight, one that makes him instantly need to keep kissing the other man, even in the midst of his laughter. "But you are," he tells him, sneaking in a kiss to his cheek before returning to the heat of his lips.

He sighs at Rat soothing over the scratch marks on his shoulders, leaning into his touch. He finds he really likes this, laying together and exchanging languid kisses in the wake of overwhelming pleasure. He could lay like this forever, he thinks.

And then he remembers he has come on his hand, and he pulls back for a moment, bringing his hand up to stare at it.

"Hmm," he murmurs, recalling how Rat had licked his lips after he'd come. Feeling emboldened by what they had just done, Marius decides to act on his impulse and brings one of his fingers into his mouth. He's not certain what he expects, but the salty taste of it catches him off-guard, and he starts a bit.

"Well, that's...different," he observes with a sheepish grin. "Sorry. You just...made it look so...sexy, I think is the word they use now? And, well. I wanted to try it." He shrugs, blushing vividly.

Rat took Marius' hand, kissing his fingertips before sliding each one into his mouth, cleaning his hand with slow deliberate motion as he looked him in the eye. Only when Marius' hand was clear did Rat pull his head away, kissing his wrist and then neck and shoulder. From somewhere under his ear, Rat sighed and nuzzled a little. "I've done it before but he first few tries can be...difficult." This here was about unguarded pleasure, without fumbling.

He kissed Marius' neck and jaw, then his cheek, one hand cupping his cheek with a smile.

Morning would come, he feared, and they'd remember themselves. Tonight would be tonight. The rest could wait until dawn.

Marius feels his mouth go dry and his breath catch in his throat as he watches Rat suck deliberately slow on each of his fingers; his eyelids flutter, and he shivers a bit. And then Rat's lips are on his wrist, his neck - his shoulder. He gasps at each kiss, savoring each one. And then he's nuzzling just beneath his ear, and Marius can feel the heat of his breath licking at him like embers. He turns to return the nuzzle, delighting in the warmth between them.

"I can only imagine," he admits, leaning into the hand cupping his face as he moves his own through Rat's hair.

Eventually, dawn would intrude upon this serene space between them. For the moment, Marius is content to let everything rest as it is.

Carefully, he snaked an arm around Marius' waist, tugging him close. "Stay," he said. After this much exhaustion and emotion, even this was draining and all he wanted to do was curl close and stay near someone's warmth, if only for the night. "Sleep."

Let him have tonight, Rat decided. When Marius woke up and remembered who he was...

That would come later.

"I will," he promises, delighted by the very idea of it. He has never known the warmth of sleeping next to someone close like this; the nearest experience being the nights he spent on Courfeyrac's floor back in Paris. He gladly moves closer, letting one arm drape over Rat's neck, his hand resting in the other's hair.

"Sleep sounds good," he mumbles against Rat's neck, where he nuzzles his head like a turtle digging into the sand.

Tomorrow would be another day; no doubt, one rife with trying to interpret tonight.

But for now, Marius is happy to let it be.

He slept well and deeply, better than he had in weeks. That alone made waking up painful, but the pounding headache just made things that much worse. Torn between snuggling closer into the body next to him or hurrying to the bathroom, he laid there frozen and groaned miserably.

"Fuck," he mumbled, replaying the night's events in his aching head. "Fuck."

Marius can't remember the last time he slept so soundly; surely not for some months, now. The process of awakening the following morning, however, is anything but. He groans as the morning light pricks its way beneath his eyes, all but glued shut. When he manages to find the strength to open them, he winces, greeted next by a pounding headache and his stomach in the midst of its own rebellion.

That's when he recognizes the voice next to him, just as he realizes that there is, in fact, a warm body snuggled up to him.

"Oh..." He gapes a bit, blushing crimson as last night comes back full force into his head. "Shit."

"Water," Rat muttered, deliberately ignoring the real source of Marius' distress. "Water and pain killers." God his head felt heavy. Even as he said it, Rat didn't do much to leave Marius' side while he fumbled in the nearby minibar.

Two bottles landed on the bed between them. "Drink."

His head pounds and his mouth feels as though someone stuffed notebook paper within it overnight. As much as he might want to move, Marius finds himself all but kept in place by his aching head and a stomach all but promising mutiny if he makes the wrong movement.

Gradually, he turns himself on one side to reach for the water bottle Rat tossed onto the bed. He groans as sharp pain shoots through him; his hand shakes a bit as he manages to get the cover off to take a deep, nourishing gulp of water.

All the while, figments of last night keep swirling around in his brain, only adding to his dizziness.

"Shit," he croaks, repeating himself as he tries to ignore the rising nausea within him.

Rat curled back into bed, forgetting to keep his back out of view in favor of hiding his face in the darkness of his pillow to block out any light. Hung over, still tired, and aware of the realities seeping back in, he enjoyed the last moments of Marius' warmth before the inevitable happened and the other man ran out in a panic.

"If it's at all reassuring," Rat said, still muffled through the pillow. "You have a very impressive grasp of poetry."

It was woefully off mark.

Marius' instinct is to run out in a panic; his head swirls and aches at once, and he would like to be able to clear it. His body sticks to the sheets around him, and he can feel his legs tangled in the bottom half of them. He knows that to indulge in his instincts would be to send himself falling flat on his ass. And then make him lose what little substance he has in his stomach.

"I could say the same to you," he replies, unsure of what else to say in this situation. He still can't believe what he did last night.

He glances at Rat, stuffing his face into a pillow, and decides to follow suit.

But not before he catches sight of his back.

"What happened?" He asks, before he can think not to.

That, despite the ache it earned him, made Rat's head snap up. Something in his gut turned over sickly. "You're fucking with me right?" Rat asked. "You remember exactly what we did."

It was as if he was trying to make himself believe that.

He winces at the other man's tone, the sharpness of it cutting through to his aching head. He could lie, he ponders briefly. But he has always been a terrible liar, and with his hangover currently rendering him motionless, he doesn't want to spare the energy for it.

"Yes," he says. "I remember everything. I was talking about your back - what happened?"

Rat cursed and flipped onto his back, hands on his eyes. He'd forgotten himself. "I was burned. I don't want to talk about it," he snapped, digging his hands further into his eyes. "Don't worry, it's not catching."

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