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*Romance is not for the weak.*
It's not. They all were right. 'Cause nobody warned Shadow Milk that he's going to be feral over the embodiment of truth and love for his friends. The literal opposite, yet connected to him by tight, unbreakable ropes. His other half, but in many ways. Their soul jam that matched was just the start. But it did a great job at connecting them. To the point of insanity.
But maybe this insanity was only on Shadow Milk's side? Pure Vanilla was meant to be, well, pure. Yet at some point, he gets even more extra than his beloved partner.
He disregarded every single bad thing about him. No matter what it was, truly. He just felt content by his side, with him, basking in his love. Or more likely, the way he showed affection.. It wasn't a simple process. Some wouldn't even call them lovers, if they only saw how Shadow Milk described Nilly. But the blonde really wipes any traces of disbelief (or at least some), proving their love my constant affection and breaking Shadow Milk's persona of an independent man with love being his second priority. He was, simply put, swoon over by the elegant embodiment of truth.
The soul jam mattered least now. In honesty, he forgot about it at times. But the joke still remained, when people asked about them together
“It's because I still have to take his soul jam”
Shadow Milk would say. Yet Pure Vanilla would respond with…
“We will see about that later.”
That's not a threat, nor a joke. This is a promise that only they understood. If he heard these words, he knew that the following night was going to be full of pleasure and sweat. But, in truth - to his horror, very funny - he was all in for it.
So of course, Pure Vanilla wouldn't be himself if he didn't keep his promise. That's how it is. And after a series of panting under or above him, he was set back on the silky smooth duvet by Pure Vanilla after yet another orgasm. Gosh, this man really knew how to drive him mad with lust and desire. But who was he to complain? Maybe he should talk more about taking his soul jam, to be done senseless the next time they're alone. That would be a great idea, no? It's easy to say that he noted it in his mind by now. Maybe he already uses this tactic? We may only speculate.
Loving the moment, Pure Vanilla admired him, while tracking gentle circles on his waist. That is, until Shadow Milk went back to the brat he usually was. He stretched and looked up.
“You look like a complete fool. So enamored with me. Oh, witches, this is getting interesting! Maybe I really should take this soul jam. Seems like you wouldn't even notice.”
He chuckled with mischief written on his face, yet Pure Vanilla wasn't really fazed by what he said. He just joined with his giggle and nuzzled into his neck, slowly caressing his belly now.
“Hurts anywhere? I tried to maintain control”
He changed the subject, gently looking up with his weakened eyes. During times of intimacy, he usually kept his eyes at least slightly open. So they were usually very weak right after. Even more if they did more than one round. But, in all honesty, if he was going to ever lose his sight, he wants Shadow Milk to be the last thing he sees. They were just the same, after all.
“Could be better, you know! My body isn't just a lowly fleshlight for you to use and discard, I need proper care.”
The jester demanded, and judging by his tone, he was *not* joking. He got used to the tender aftercare, to the point of almost taking it for granted. Well, key word, almost. He might be a bit narcissistic and self-centered, yet he still had basic-level comprehension, and understood that he should give him some appreciation. He of course did… in his own special way, though.
“Of course, darling.”
Vanilla responded, gently tracing his cheek with his thumb, sliding it to his lips and gently pushing them apart with the tip of the finger he used. Shadow Milk didn't want his bashful behavior to slip at the moment, so he licked the finger, tasting the nail polish he had. Always neatly done, fixed every day. Shadow Milk didn't care as much, his black nail polish slowly coming off. He painted his nails maybe twice a week at best. Usually once, unless Pure Vanilla noticed it and did the jester's nails by himself.
“Oh, you little trickster.”
He teased and pressed onto his tongue with his thumb. The other lifted his eyebrow, but decided to pass the ball back and bite down on his finger. Of course, this was but small action, yet it sparked things up.
“You're impossible, love..”
Pure Vanilla responded, taking the finger out of his lip and earning a laugh from his beloved.
“Maybe we were made to tease each other all the time.”
“Perhaps we were. At least we have what to tease about.”
Pure Vanilla said with a soft smile, gently kissing his cheek after the sentence gosh i have to pee ugh well anyway
Shadow Milk looked back up at him, and gently put a hand on his back, squeezing. Usually, he didn't control his grip. That's what happened now. And it didn't go unnoticed either.
“What's up?”
Nilly opened his eyes to look at him and gently caress his cheek now. With each gentle stroke, he showed even more care and tenderness. But his eyes - god, his eyes.. - they expressed much more than words and actions even could. The darkness couldn't reach him, so it made his best feature hidden for most of the time. However, many features about him were good, so maybe they make it up.
“...that's not much of a-”
“Shadow Milk, we talked about this.”
He interrupted, demanding the truth. Truth, from the embodiment of knowledge, corrupted to spit Deceit only. Ironic, isn't it? But his words were clear. He didn't accept anything other than the truth now. And despite the jester being the best liar of all liars, his beloved saw through him. Maybe because they were two sides of the same coin, bound by soul jam.. what a romantic way of calling them soulmates.
Shadow Milk hesitated. Of course, it wasn't easy to speak about the little bothering things from his life. But he had to. He promised that he would speak about things that bother him. He promised…
“...don't you think that I'm not flawless?”
“You're everything but flawless. Just like I, and everyone else.”
He said with determination, and moved closer, sliding his hand to the back of his head and bringing closer. He then gently whispered his next words into his ear, but despite his hushed tone, he was firm with what he said.
“Listen to me. Your flaws are but mine to complete. And that's how things were meant to be.”
…it's pretty obvious that these words moved Shadow Milk in a way none ever could. But guess what? He wasn't gonna let it show! Nothing changes, not even him. Some habits remain, because the old ones die hard, no?
“Whatever, Nilly. You were supposed to give me a bath, so I'm waiting! And I can tell you, you *don't* want to keep me waiting!”
This tone of his definitely lit up the atmosphere in the room. Pure Vanilla brightened up and gave him a smile he knew well. He got up and slowly picked him up.
“Right, let's go now. Can't have you dirty.”
He said with undelaying excitement, and rushed to the bathroom, where they were going to relax together in a steamy bath for the rest of the night. (i dont remember if it was night or evening)