Bastien belongs to @hel-phoenyx , warning of some suggestive content (nothing NSFW happens) and past violence
Virgil is not known for wearing few clothes on him at... Any time, really. Look under a shirt and you'll find a black turtleneck. A sweater has two long-sleeved shirts underneath. Dont ever think you'll ever see him in anything close to a short.
But in the comfort of his own home, this is one of the only places where he'll allow himself to collapse from the heat of the japanese summer. He grew up far from any kind of heat similar to that one, and it's a miracle he never fainted from heatstroke yet. But here he is, sprawled out on his bed in a tank top and leggings, the closest to naked he feels he feels comfortable in.
The fan is on, and he has plenty of water next to him as the sound of the door opening signifies the return of his boyfriend of years to their shared appartment.
"Virg' ?" The keys make a noise when they're put on the counter, and the blue haired man awnsers.
"Bedroom."
A laugh, and in just a few seconds Bastien is in the room too, taking off his shoes to get on the bed next to his boyfriend. Boyfriend who quickly decides to abandon some of the comfort of the bed to himself to instead get Bastien into his arms. He's not clingy, to say. If anything, he's tired, and maybe Bastien's too hot – in more ways than one – for him right now, but he'll accept it for the comforting rythm of his heatbeat against his ear.
It's not even mentionned, an habit by now. If Virgil wants cuddles, he'll get them. And Bastien rarely objects to that idea. They just get on the bed, Virgil on top with his ear to Bastien's chest with the fan directly to them to try and manage some of the heat. Bastien's hand finds itself on top of the other's head, softly brushing through his hair, most of it tied up in a loose ponytail, the usual style.
It quickly gets lost, tho, as his fingers find themselves softly brushing against Virgil's neck, light enough to barely tickle the other as the scar of a bite is felt on the side of his neck. Most people would assume it's a vampire bite, considering Virgil's past as a vampire hunter. But he had always been clear enough that a simple bite would turn anyone into a vampire, especially if bitten at the neck.
"Hey. Tell me if you dont wanna talk about it." A wordless anwser is all Virgil gives to him, eyes closed. "You never told me how you got your scars."
"You're curious now ?" it's a little groggy, his voice lower from lack of using.
"Was I supposed to be before ? I never saw most of them until we were litterally having sex together ! And even I knew it was a bit of a turn-off to ask someone about their scars during sex."
There's a laugh, small and soft, as Virgil slowly rises from his chest to get face to face. There's the faint mark of Bastien's shirt on his cheek, and his eyes are half closed. His weight shifts on top of Bastien, the dead weight slowly distributed in a way to avoid hurting him too much.
He's always pretty, but right now he's beautiful. That's not fair.
"I'm just surprised you only ask now. But okay. Which one are you curious about ?"
"Well, your neck one, for starters." His fingers go once again to the bite, tracing faint marks of teeth. He doesn't comment on how he feels Virgil's pulse skip a beat under his hand.
"If it can make you feel better, it's not a vampire's bite. I was fifteen, my neighboors had just gotten a dog. A small puppy, really, very sweet with everyone. Except me, because it went for my neck."
"Animals hate you that much uh."
Virgil shrugs, smile turning mischevious "It's a good workout, to run from Dog Master's dogs during sport's class."
They both laugh. It never happened, thankfully, the sport's teacher knowing his dogs better than to let them run after the students, but it is still a funny though to have.
Their foreheads are touching, one of Bastien's hand still on his boyfriend's neck, the other resting at the bottom of his spine. They share a soft kiss, and Bastien's left hand leaves Virgil's back to find his right cheek. The skin is raised by three claw marks here, things that would make him ugly to most people probably.
"Those ones ?" He doesn't care to raise how light his voice feels. Not when Virgil still has his eyes closed and their lips are so close.
"First hunt, I was fourteen I think." He presses his face into the warm palm, a kiss finding its way against his skin here. "Got too close to the vampire, thankfully it was only its claws, and I killed it before it got the chance to try again. Almost lost my eye, apparently."
"More like it's a miracle you didn't."
Virgil shrugs, and returns to kissing Bastien's skin, his hand holding his boyfriend's wrist in place. He doesn't have his prosthetic arm on, today, probably because the material to wear it correctly is too hot once he's home.
Bastien's hand on his neck goes lower, barely-there touch on the firm muscles of his shoulders, finding itself on his arm next. He stops maybe higher than Virgil would let him, his hand just barely under his elbow, far from the... "Scar" that was the stump of his once-here arm.
Bastien doesn't like thinking about it. Thinking about how he looked before, and how Virgil acted like the loss of an arm was nothing to worry about.
"You never told me either."
"I never though you'd like to hear it." He's not wrong and they both know it. "I told you it was necessary."
"How ?"
"... A vampire bit my hand. I was with two others. I just got lucky I looked good to it, I guess. But yea, it was that or becoming a vampire." There's a blush, growing on Virgil's face, barely there but noticable enough. "I had to get back home."
"Home, uh." Virgil hasn't called anywhere in Romania "Home" since 2023, a year before he lost his arm, and they both knew it. Still, Bastien didn't press. "At least you got a cool prosthetic out of it."
"At least yea."
There's silence for a bit, before Virgil's lips find Bastien's once again. A press, a silent reminder.
Their bodies move around slightly, ajust a bit to the weird position they ended up in, before they both sit up. Bastien's back is against the bed top's, and Virgil is sat firmly on his lap, his head finding its place on Bastien's shoulder.
Virgil's arms and hand find their way back around Bastien's waist easily, but Bastien's hesitate for a second before one getting back on Virgil's head, and the other softly tracing a pale mark on his right biceps.
It's one that he sees way less than the others. Virgil usually wears something that hides at least the upper half of his arms, not letting people know too much about him. Yet he sighs in contempt when Bastien's fingers trace the skin.
"What's the story ?"
"Summer break 2024. I guess I wasn't used to my arm for fighting yet, because a vampire managed to scratch me."
"That's a bit big for a "scratch"."
"Next to my other arm ? Not really." They laugh again, before Virgil presses a kiss to Bastien's pulse point. "It's just a scratch, and it healed quickly."
"Mmmmh..." It's distracting, to have your boyfriend kiss your neck like that, but Bastien manage, his hand falling on top of the tank top. It's an approximation, not exactly where Virgil's biggest scar is, but it's close enough. "And that one ?"
"Surprise attack while going back to the village. An adult killed the vampire, and the other carried me back to get patched up."
"How old were you ?"
"Seventeen, I think."
There's a second, and another were nothing happens. Then, without a word, Bastien's hand goes under the shirt, putting itself on top of the large scar that would kill most people. But not Virgil. Virgil was stronger than anyone Bastien knew, had seen worse than most. It wouldn't be something like that that would kill him easily.
Virgil says something in romanian, almost soft enough that Bastien thinks he imagined it. But he heard that word more than once from Virgil, and even if he doesn't know what it means, he also knows he's the only one that gets to hear it. Bastien's hand moves to the center of his back, bringing him closer to his own body, enough for another soft sound from Virgil. There's a light nip at his neck, and Bastien feels the heat rises some more.
"It's... Impressive."
"Yea, that's what the nurse said too. But I heal fast, you know me."
"Yea I saw you stop bleeding in seconds when Kate punched your nose in your second year."
"I deserved that one." He laughs a bit, his classmate always quick to get physical. "Anyways, I think that's my last vampire-related scar."
"Really ?" Bastien keeps his hand on Virgil's side, but the one on his arm goes to rest on his legs. "What about those ?"
"... Do you want me to get rid of my pants so you can show me which ones ?"
Bastien feels his face heat up. There's nothing sexual about it, really, Virgil can be a tease but it would be in a more physical way. Like how he's slowly moving his hand up and down Bastien's spine like it's nothing.
He nods anyway, and for a few instants Virgil gets off of him. For a few seconds, they both miss the warmth of the other despite the heat, but in just a few mouvements, Virgil is in his boxers and back on Bastien's lap. His scars are free to be seen. Bastien's hand fall on the one on his left shin, a thin line that goes around his whole leg horizontally.
"Oh that's the oldest one, I think." Virgil puts his head back on Bastien's shoulder, not caring about the risk of his hair getting stuck in the piercings on his lover's mouth. "I was like... Eight or nine. Got stuck in a trap, not far from the village."
"Sounds painful."
"Could be worse. I was lucky a hunter heard me cry."
"What, Virgil Vânator ? Crying ?" He gets showed a little, laugh filling the room.
"I'm going to bite you if you continue."
"Oh nooo, what a night- Hey !" Virgil laughs once more, pressing a sweet kiss to the skin he just bit. "And I was the vampire out of us ?!"
"You asked for it."
Bastien pinches right above the scar, but it only makes him giggle more. He rolls his eyes before moving around a bit, dragging Virgil with him to sit just slightly straighter.
Virgil presses another kiss on the pink mark, something that Bastien will struggle to hide in that heat in the coming days. His hand goes to rest on Virgil's other shin, tracing a scar with visible stitching on it.
"What's that one ?"
"Some kid cut me deep during training, when I was 16. He probably though that since I was the oldest and... You know, "a girl", it would be funny to strike me from behind."
"Urg. Kids."
"I agree." A soft laugh. "He cut deep too, I didn't walk for a while because it hurt to even put weight on my leg."
"I can figure that out yea." The hand on the sutured scar goes higher, from the back of his shin to the front of his thigh. A scar he kissed more than once before but never asked about. "That's the last one yea ?"
"Mmmh..." Virgil kisses him, brings his hand from his spine to his cheek and brushes his thumb under his eye. "Training too. Just a sword a bit too close for comfort."
"Why would you train with real swords ?"
"To get used to the weight." He kisses him again, softly. "Anyways, now you know them all."
"And you ?" Virgil just tilts his head slightly, and Bastien starts again. "And you, don't you want to know about mine ?"
"Do you want to tell me about them ?" There's only silence, and Virgil kisses him again, speaks against his lips. "Then dont tell me."
"You're..." Adorable. Sweet. So kind. The best boyfriend I could ever dream of. "So annoying."
"I know." They both smile, and they kiss again. "Now, can you put your hands back under my shirt ? They're cold and I'm overheating."
"You could also stop cuddling me."
"No."
Bastien laughs, and he goes to put his hands on the small of Virgil's back, holding him closer to him. The hand on Bastien's cheek goes to hold his shirt, as Virgil's head goes back to his chest.
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