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The Single Person I Can't Forget - @Ace

Aleks clung to every word that escaped Ace’s lips. They were gentle and presented in a manner that comforted him, but he still couldn’t push away the conflicting thoughts that lingered in his mind. President Snow’s actions were his fault - he had stupidly planned a rebellion, or at least a faint outline of one, and left the blueprints lying around in his own apartment. Aleks should have been smarter than that. He should have considered that anyone could bust into his apartment and discover his secret.

But, no one had a reason too. After living with Lila for a year, the radar was off him, shed onto the newest victor - Eileen of district twelve. What had made the alarm blare that Aleks Ethon was a threat once more?

He had behaved.

He accepted the purpose behind having him at the capitol and training tributes to pretty much die.

Nothing added up.

His gazed lifted and met Ace’s, scanning the light blue pupils that the other held. He smiled for a moment before his face fell and he relapsed back into his head once more. “I just can’t pinpoint how. Who gave away what I was planning? I mean the only person who knew was the mentor from three, but… I trusted her. Was that poor judgment on my part?”

Aleks’ hands fiddled with themselves, fingers circling until they clasped the hem of his night shirt loosely. However, he was captivated by the palm that cupped his cheek and the tendons that soon ran through his hair - the darkened tussles falling limply to the side. It was then that Aleks genuinely grinned and turned so that his lips could greet Ace’s skin, subtle, but enough to make his heart skip a beat again.

“Well, I hope my memories come back soon because I may recall everything perfectly up here, but it’s really fucking confusing when I wake up,” he chuckled lightly. “Maybe seeing you will help. It always does. So, tell me Ace, what have you been up to since the last time I saw you?”

#because feels #because Aleks loves me #because more feels #edit courtesy of Aleks #feels

Maybe Aleks would always be a threat to the Capitol. While he had spent his time with Lila and quieted down as he was expected to that didn’t mean heightened eyes were staring at the target he’d constructed across his shoulder blades. It didn’t seem to take too much to get on Snow’s bad side and once you were there you became a permanent resident. One slip up was all it would take. One random decision to step into the young victors apartment and upturn the place was enough to fuel his mind full of any evidence he wanted to convince himself was against the Capitol. Even if Aleks hadn’t been caught red handed with the blueprints and plans he would have been convicted of some other concocted Capitol blasphemy. He’d become a target and Snow was going to great lengths to condemn him as a traitor. Why Ace would never be sure, but the fact of the matter was simply that that was what had happened and that’s how the cards were dealt. There wasn’t much that could be done about it. Shrugging as Aleks questioned what had gone wrong Ace shook his head. “I don’t have many more answers than you do, but trust is something that’s fickle in these situations.” Hell, it had even took both Aleks and Ace a decent amount of time to fully trust one another, though their bond that they’d built was stronger than most. Ruffling the tips of his fingers through Aleks’ hair Ace stepped back and folded his arms over his chest, a subtle grin coming to his lips as Aleks’ brushed against his flesh. “Your memories will come back, Aleks,” Ace explained after a pause, nodding. “You just have to give it a little time. But don’t worry, they’ll come back.” Would Snow have wanted to permanently wipe Aleks’ memories? Maybe, but Ace was certain he hadn’t succeeded. It was likely only a temporary fix to a permanent problem. “Me?” Ace laughed, shaking his head. “You’d be surprised how dull it gets around here.”

The Single Person I Can't Forget - @Ace

There was a solace that was found upon seeing Ace. It was an experience that Aleks felt in the arena and even now, post his death. The worries in which he held didn’t appear to be as big as they were and whatever situation he got lost in, always held some sort of resolution. The two years lapse of time hadn’t changed the meaning Ace possessed to the nineteen year old youth. He was his hope as well as his joy - traits that he was lacking in the real world.

And he understood that all Ace wanted was for Aleks to move on - settle down with someone who could make him happy. But there were numerous complications with that particular desire. The first was Aleks was still too impulsive, something he came to grasp all too well. Secondly, the games still existed as did President Snow and any family that Aleks could perhaps dream of having would end up reaped, probably dead - targets for slaughter. And thirdly, the most significant, was that nobody could live up to Ace; there was only so much a victor could relay of their trauma to a person who hadn’t been in the arena themselves.

However, they did have these moments together - Aleks’ dream stretching the bends of reality so he could reunite with Ace. He treasured such a luxury as he did the one from the year prior and the occasional glimpses of his lover that he received through his lids when they were immersed with slumber. At first the images had been dampened by nightmares, but now had merged into a scene that was peaceful.

If they had met prior.

If there was no simulated prison that had been built for blood bath.

If…if they had a future.

“Why would you say that?”

Ace’s words broke the trance that Aleks had fallen into, staring into the others’ gaze. A sigh escaped into the air, one that exposed his collarbone through the thin lining of his shirt.

“Well, I kind of don’t have any of my memories. I mean here, I do, but when I wake up, the story won’t be the same.” A hand came up to scratch at the nape of his neck, the faint strands of hair being grazed by Aleks’ nails.

“I just, I don’t want to have screwed things up permanently especially when it comes to remembering you.”

Maybe no one would be able to fill that void that was left within the pit of Aleks’ soul due to the loss of his lover. Maybe no one would ever properly fill the space in his heart as Ace had; maybe no one could live up to what he’d been. But Aleks needed to find someone who patched up the wounds enough, someone who made him happy, who added that little extra thing to his life that he would need to keep going. Aleks wouldn’t be able to survive properly if he spent all his hours wishing Ace were there by his side – it would be a lifetime wasted after he’d been saved from the threat of death. Ace didn’t want to see his extra gift of time wasted there before him. The ultimate sacrifice of both his own and Allie’s own lives was what had been given in order for Aleks to keep his. It wasn’t much to say that tributes in the Hunger Games perished so that one could survive, but the final moments of the 70th Hunger Games aligned just properly so that the ending brought forth a victor who had been seen to deserve it from his peers. Allie, Cora, Ace…all three of them may not have gotten along with one another perfectly but they’d all formed around a common goal – to protect Aleks. Moving on from the past was the only way Aleks would be able to survive in the mess of a living condition they called Panem. Reality could be bent and twisted one way or another in order to engage one’s mind with fond memories but the boy needed to realize that that was no way to live – within the falsified boundaries of one’s brainwaves. The circumstances that described the boy’s relationship was much to morbid for Aleks to continually crave Ace’s attention. It was all over. Then again, removing very last one of the man’s memories wasn’t any good either. As much as Ace did want Aleks to move on from the troubled world of memorizing the past, he also didn’t want the young man to be living a life without the smallest of memories. He wanted him to remember the moments they’d shared together – their conversation over lunch in the Capitol building, the brief meetings between encounters throughout the arena. Their survival together was something worth remembering – fondly. Not forgotten. Never forgotten. Just moved on from. “Yeah, I know,” Ace murmured with a subtle lift and drop of his shoulders, observing the deep blue eyes that reflected back at him. “But that’s not your fault.” And it wasn’t. Perhaps Snow viewed Aleks as a trouble maker, as a possible thorn in his plans to keep Panem ruled under an iron fist. But since when was Snow to be trusted? Since when was Snow the good guy? “None of that’s your fault, though, Aleks. You didn’t do anything wrong…” His fingers rose, caressing the boy’s cheek gently before ruffing the tips of his fingers through his darkened strands of hair. “You don’t deserve this. It’s just something that happened.” Something that…hopefully could be mended, over time. “It won’t be forever that you don’t have them…Probably just long enough to ensure you don’t get in the way of Snow’s master plans…” Ace scoffed, rocking back on his heels and folding his arms over his chest with a grimace.

The Single Person I Can't Forget - @Ace

Aleks didn’t say anything for a few moments. In fact, he was unable to. His gaze was far too focused on the other boy now in his presence, that beautiful blonde hair that lay spiked atop his head, eyes that could rival his own, and a body that was still built even in this alternate dream world, or whatever Aleks wanted to call it. He could feel his heart pick up the pace, caressing the bones that formulated his chest as it beat rapidly. There was no denying a very solid fact - Aleks hadn’t forgotten Ace.

“Apparently not,” he finally replied, a light chuckle escaping his lips. It was soft, genuine - Aleks’ real self shining through for Ace to witness. “I told you I’d keep up my promise, right?”

And so far, he had been doing just that. Ace crossed Aleks’ mind constantly, whether it was the moments they spent in peace while stuck in the arena or even their first conversation back in the capitol. There was always something that reminded the nineteen year old of his lover. Two years may have passed, but as Aleks had grown to realize, time couldn’t make his emotions fade away.

But there was a sadness that struck Aleks as he contemplated where he was and the self he was leaving behind in actual reality. The person sleeping on Lila’s couch was just an empty shell. He had done something that caused the removal of his purpose along with the request that he desired to never fail. He had pushed his hatred for the capitol too far.

“Long time no see, ocean eyes.”

Aleks broke free from his thoughts and his lips twitched into a very faint smile. “Way too long in my opinion,” he whispered, closing the gap between them, the soles of their shoes touching. Once again, Aleks couldn’t stop admiring Ace, his pupils storing every detail into his brain, desperate to hold onto them - in case the worse case scenario reigned true and he never would again.

“Ace, did I….fuck up?” he suddenly asked, the words blurting out before Aleks had time to comprehend them.

#I had to #deal with it.#feels

It had been a long length of time since Aleks had recalled Ace’s memory so strongly. While the blonde haired boy peeked in and out of the victor’s thoughts here and there but never as fully desired as he was now – not since his initial arrival into the Capitol after the 70th games had completed. “Right, and you’ve held up your end of that promise,” Ace responded with a gentle smile caressing his features, bright eyes studying the face of the boy that stood before him. While things had definitely changed over the past two years the two boys were still the same as ever before – the quick beat of a hammering love struck heart was signal enough for that very idea. Though of course, Ace didn’t want Aleks spending the rest of his life desiring his attention. Ace wanted Aleks to be happy, to fall in love again, to leave the sickness of the Hunger Games behind him and lead that worriless life he’d always craved. Without the pressured supplied by district two to be a warrior in front of all. Without the pressures of the Capitol to follow all of the rules as they were supposed to be followed, follow precisely or face the consequences. It was exactly that that had gotten Aleks into this position in the first place, wasn’t it? Aleks had been fighting the Capitol rule, he’d been attempting to free himself from the binds placed by President Snow…and yet now look where he stood. It seemed perhaps Ace’s desires for Aleks to have a normal and proper life with a loving family wasn’t as realistic as it could be. Not with the way things were anyway. Did I…fuck up? Ace’s expression changed the slightest bit at Aleks’ question, his eyes narrowing into a worried appearance, eyebrows knitting together. “Why would you say that?” He asked after a pause, unsure even what Aleks was asking about. Had he fucked up? What had he done wrong? The only thing Aleks could be blamed for was his attempts at rebellion against the Capitol and frankly – anyone in their right mind would have encouraged him to do just that with the way their government was being run. It was just an unfortunate set of predicaments that led Aleks to this confusing state. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Aleks.”

luthordamnvers

The Single Person I Can't Forget - @Ace

Sleep came easy to Aleks. How could it not when his head was empty? There were no recollections of his past that he stayed awake contemplating. His nightmares disappeared entirely since Aleks remembered none of the horrifying after effects that the Hunger Games bestowed upon his soul. The plan of organizing a rebellion was gone as well; Aleks didn’t desire to overthrow a government he was unaware of possessed only evil corruption.

However, Aleks had four things he was certain of.

His name was Aleks Ethon.

Lila was his sister.

He was still in love with a boy named Ace who had died.

No one could explain what happened to him aside from the man that Lila knocked out.

Great. Wasn’t that a brilliant start to uncovering his identity and fixing this entire mess?

Growing frustrated with the lack of answers, Aleks curled up on Lila’s couch, a blanket tossed over his body for warmth. He pressed the round of his head into the pillow and after a few moments, darkness surrounded him. Maybe he’d wake up and everything would be okay. There was no harm in hoping, right?

Soon, the black picture melted into a field - the scenery scattered with green blades of grass, windmills churning with the gentle sway of the breeze. There was an aroma of honey that stuck in the air like glue and with a flashing blink, Aleks was in the center of district five.

He rubbed at his eyes with closed fists, unsure of his bearings for a moment. This clearly wasn’t any ordinary dream - more vivid and above all else, Aleks could control his actions and thoughts.

“What…?” Aleks inquired as his gaze shifted left and right, trying to decipher just where he had been transported to. Then it hit, like a a punch to the chest. Five. This was where Ace resided.

The mentor from district two strode forward a couple of steps, his feet shuffling along the soil. He didn’t see anything for a few minutes, Aleks almost believing that his initial assumption had been wrong. But blonde locks of hair caught his attention and Aleks couldn’t hold back the grin that enveloped his mouth. “Ace!” He called out.

Aleks Ethon, district two mentor, victor of the 70th Hunger Games, nineteen years old. Despises the logo of a district two tribute that was plastered on his back – even though he proved all wrong by his actions in his games. Hates the Capitol for what had been done to him through his Hunger Games experiences, desires to clean up the corruption. Above all, desires to hold near and dear to his heart the memory of those who had fallen before him in the 70th Hunger Games, strictly speaking Cora Barre, Allie Larke, and Ace Holcomb. He’d made a promise not to forget, in Ace’s dying moments he’d sworn to hold the boy in his memory forever – to never let him be forgotten. It seemed now that even under the influence of Capitol drugs that erased every last memory from the dark haired boy’s brain he still held some semblance of recollection for Ace’s memory. Standing in the middle of the open field, dotted with windmills and kissed with an afternoon sunshine, the district five male stood tall, observing the other male’s confusion as he stared around his surroundings. District five wouldn’t be all that familiar to him in the state he was currently in… Or at least Ace would’ve been led to believe so. However his mind had conjured up the simple truth, the same scene it had created for the pair of them upon his initial trouble break from the games; that very same grassy scene, with a gently setting sun hanging in the background. The corner of his mouth turned just the slightest bit upwards as Aleks’ eyes fell upon him, widening more as the man recognized his face and called out his name. Dragging a hand through his light hair Ace strode forward as to close the gap between two boys, leaving only a few feet between them. Then he paused, his eyes tracing over Aleks’ stature once and his arms loosely folding across his chest. “I suppose I never had anything to be worried about with you, did I?” Aleks had made a promise and it seemed by the looks of it that even after what had happened with President Snow his memory of Ace still served him well, just perhaps trapped within the folds of his brain somewhere, misplaced for the time being. "Long time no see, ocean eyes."

corabarre

Differentiated Souls Of One Being / Ace and Cora

There was one person whom Cora thought about every moment. The one other person that Aleks cared about as much as he cared about her. Ace Holcomb. Sitting day in and day out, she wanted to be furious at that men, she wanted the pride in killing him herself, she never wanted him in their alliance in the first place. She wanted him gone forever. Yet, here she was, dead and in the middle of heaven and earth with one person she knew was dead and knew she had to fix things between. Ace. Closing her eyes, she hoped that calling for him would work. She hoped that she could make amends to the one person whom she knew she left anything but a good memory on.

Soon, the figure that she had so long wanted to appear was appearing in front of her. His body cleaned from wounds, he looked as if he had just left his stylists hands. In an all white outfit, and his hair as blonde as ever. She took a deep breath, not knowing how this moment would go, not even picturing it in her mind.

“Hello.” She spoke softly towards the blonde haired boy that stood only a few feet in front of her. Her heart raced, her mind running through how badly this moment could go. And if Aleks showed up, this would never work. She had to do it now, when she was alone, when she could still fix things before everything was broken for good. “How are you?” She asked a bit shy, scared to know if he had any memory of what had happened in their past. If he even remembered Cora. After all, she did not know what happened if one was killed. Did they lose every memory, or did they end up just like her? What ever it was, she had to apologize to him, for Aleks, and for her closure.

The afterlife was different than Ace would’ve ever imagined it to be. It was clean of all hostility, void of all pain and suffering. How could one not be at least in a good mood in such a brilliant place? He’d been summoned by the thoughts and yearnings of Aleks once already – taking part in the images that Aleks’ mind portrayed of the two of them, experiencing the rush of adrenaline and sheer pleasure as the other boy’s mind had transformed their get together into the longings of his subconscious desires. Yet he could feel a presence calling to him again – one he didn’t recognize quite so well. There were subtle familiarities in Cora’s conscious that led Ace to the recognition of who she was, but when it was all said and done, she seemed to be a completely different person. As he stood before her he noted the calm look on her face, the softness that touched her voice which never had been within it during the time they had been in each other’s presence while living. Shyness overlaid her voice as she questioned how he was, timid as she observed him. She seemed to be trying to assess things that wouldn’t be possible – to determine what sort of mind set a man who had died by the hand of another would fare in respect to that of a suicide ghost. All things considered though, Ace hadn’t really fallen from an average murder scene. He’d died in the arms of his lover, the one person who he knew truly respected him for who he was and cared for him as deeply as no one ever had before. That one person, Aleks Ethon, also linked Cora and himself together. He’d likely be a topic of discussion if Cora was calling Ace into her presence. But yes, he remembered the girl well. He remembered she’d tried to slit his throat and leave him bleeding on the ground only days in the arena. He only survived as he had because of Aleks’ help. She’d warmed up to him by the end – or at the very least, bit the bullet for Aleks and dealt with him. “Hello, Cora.” Ace responded to her greeting, his hands tucking into the pockets of his slacks as he remained rooted to his current position. “I suppose I am as well as I can be. But I am curious as to why someone like you – who obviously hated me from square one – would summon me here like this. What do you want?”

Yearnings of the Unconscious Mind {Alace} [M]

aleks-ethon:

“Don’t be sorry.” Ace let his fingers roam along the ridges of aleks’ spine, curve along the bones that made up his ribcage, and trek along every part of his skin that he could reach. He wanted to memorize the heat of his skin beneath the tips of his fingers and the shape of his bones that made up ever portion of his body. Who knew when his next chance to be here with Aleks was going to be, after all? He didn’t really believe that Aleks would need him again, that he would be called upon to make him feel better; maybe once or twice more, but not much more than that. He wouldn’t be able to live in the past for that much longer. Or at least Ace hoped that Aleks wouldn’t need him that much longer. It wouldn’t be good for him to dwell on what could have been. It was never going to help him to think about how nice it would have been to grow old with him. It never was a possibility. They both knew it when they’d first met. His eyes lifted to look at the spinning windmill above him, a shiver racing down his spine at the thought of Aleks getting him to climb one. “You would be hard pressed to get me up there,” He agreed. “But if anyone would be able to, it would be you certainly. But I still doubt it’s possible. I hated getting up there when there was reason, getting up there for no reason at all is going to be quite the challenge for you.” As the silence ensued between them Ace enjoyed the feeling of the wind caressing his bare skin and ruffling gently through his hair. Even better than all that he enjoyed the feeling of Aleks’ weight against his body and the warmth of his skin pressed against his own. It was something he’d always desired from someone but had never truly gotten. At least now he could say he had that, even if it wasn’t ‘real’ per say. A gentle smirk crossed his lips as at Aleks’ final questions, a plea to ensure that Ace would always be there for him. “Of course,” He whispered gently, squeezing onto the boy’s hand as it grasped his. “I am happy, and I will always be here if you need me.”

Yearnings of the Unconscious Mind {Alace} [M]

aleks-ethon:

I’d tell you what would have occurred had I cured you, but the idea wouldn’t sit well with you… Ace blinked, at first unsure of what Aleks was indicating. But then suddenly the realization hit him as to what Aleks meant – He would have killed himself in order for Ace to have survived. He’d rather kill himself for Ace rather than having to harm the other in order to win. Ace’s brow furrowed angrily, shaking his head. “You think that would have solved things?” He questioned, “An easy ticket out compared to this outcome?” His hands fell to rest in his lap at the thought, digesting what had just been indicated. What would he have been like if that had happened? He would have been beyond guilty for it. He would certainly not be as stable as Aleks was – and the boy didn’t seem all that stable either. “Do you realize how guilty I would have felt? How horrible that would have been for me?” He pressed his hands back up against his face, curling the tips of his fingers into his hair. “I assure you this outcome is better than that one.” He would have lived out his days wishing he’d succumbed to the poison. That would not have been a life at all. Even the life Aleks was currently leading was better than the one Ace would have had in this alternate scenario. His hands dropped away as Aleks spoke of attempting to lead his life for what Ace was missing. Slowly his head nodded, though he still felt like Aleks was saying these things just to calm him, saying that he would live the best life he could just so that He didn’t have to have Ace riding his back about it. But Aleks could do it. He shouldn’t feel guilty. He didn’t take the life of his closest friend – he wasn’t even involved in it. Had Aleks taken his own life in order for Ace to survive…well that would have laid the guilt on heavy. He succumbed to Aleks’ efforts, returning the affectionate kisses pressed to his lips and allowing to be pushed back into the grass. He liked having the weight of the other boy against him, held so close. Sucking in a slow breath Ace let his fingers comb through the dark strands of hair that sat upon the head of his companion, brushing them back away from the boy’s face. Looping his legs loosely around Aleks’ lower body Ace made an effort to hold the boy against him as close as possible, allowing his arms to encircle his frame. Agreement was made by a gentle grunt. “Unfortunately that is not the way of the games,” He mumbled, allowing his eyes to slide closed as well as they rested with one another. “I suppose it doesn’t hurt to fanaticize it, though.”

Yearnings of the Unconscious Mind {Alace} [M]

aleks-ethon:

Silence enveloped the two boys once Aleks had given his statement. Ace listened as the boy broke into tears. He was able to see the tracks they created along his cheeks, dripping down and falling to the grass with a surprising flow. Clearly this information rocked Aleks to the core – he couldn’t handle the thought that he’d been unable to save his friend when the materials required were at his fingertips. “I know it was in there,” Ace answered, “Or I assumed, anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders meekly, staring out into the sky that was pierced with pinks and oranges as the sun continued its plunge beneath the horizon. He clasped his hands over Aleks’ trembling ones once more, squeezing each one in turn before explaining himself. “Allie was a smart girl. We both knew that,” He murmured, lowering his gaze to watch as his thumbs traced soothing circles around the centers of Aleks’ palms. “She wouldn’t have kept a poison on her if she hadn’t had the antidote. She would have been too concerned of some sort of accident or something. She wouldn’t have given herself the chance of being harmed by her own making in that sense.” He knew the medicine had been there, but had he really cared at that point? No. Of course he’d been frightened of dying – but he’d also known that they had little other option. “I didn’t want to live anymore, Aleks. I wanted you to win. I wouldn’t have been able to survive without you…I wouldn’t have been able to survive with the guilt of having had to take your life…or Allie’s. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t have.” He shook his head more, lifting his hands away to press them against his face. “What would we have done, Aleks? You cured me, then what?” He asked after a moment, twisting around so that he was facing the other boy. He hooked his feet over Aleks’ on either side of him, his knees resting against Aleks’ ribs. Pressing his hands against the other boy’s chest he tipped his head curiously. “Tell me how curing me would have made anything any better. I would have gotten better and then we would have been forced into some sort of more difficult situation. No matter what, you know what happened was the easiest for either one of us to handle.” He stroked his fingers across the soft skin of his chest before lifting to caress his cheeks, brushing away the tears that had continued to stream there. “I don’t want you to be upset about me, alright? Just live for me. Live what I’m missing.” Cupping either hand against Aleks’ cheeks he pressed his lips gently to the other boy’s, inching himself closer and letting his tongue break between Aleks’ lips and take entry into the cavity of his mouth. Stroking his fingers through the dark hairs that covered Aleks’ head, he pulled back, resting his forehead against his companion’s. “I don’t want you to be upset about me, alright? You’re alive and well. We should be thankful for that.” He wanted to get off of the depressing topic that had been introduced. He wanted to go back to the romance they'd brewed between them a short period of time ago.

Yearnings of the Unconscious Mind {Alace} [M]

aleks-ethon:

Ace’s eyes lifted as he heard then noise created from Aleks’ slight fall in which he crashed against the ground below the windmill. Ace contemplated if he would be injured from that sort of fall in any normal situation. At least it seemed like he wasn’t harmed in the incident, for the boy had rolled over laughing as soon as the collision had occurred. That certainly wouldn’t be the knee jerk reaction had he been hurt in any sort of way – at least it wasn’t how Ace would have reacted to it. His eyebrows rose as he watched the boy push himself nimbly up to his feet and ambled over towards him with that silly little smirk of his flashing across his face. “I still think you’re insane,” He answered, his eyes lowering towards the grass stands that he’d piled before him. Seconds later Aleks’ hands were caressing at his shoulders, looping loosely around his middle while he settled down close behind him. Lifting his hands Ace allowed his fingers to curl between Aleks’ around his midsection, tracing his thumbs lightly over the bones and tendons that were felt beneath the skin of his hands and wrists. Reclining his head back Ace rested it against one of Aleks’ broad shoulders. “I love you too,” He responded in a gentle voice, comforted by the boy’s embrace, the warmth that was leaching off his skin. He hummed lightly when Aleks spoke his name, waiting for him to continue. However as he spoke what was on his mind his eyes flickered open, sitting up a bit. His eyes focused on Aleks’ legs that stretched out on either side of him, tracing the tips of his fingers across his skin. He hadn’t really wanted to answer the initial question – certainly Aleks knew the length of time, he’d been there – but the rephrasing Aleks chose was easy enough to respond to. “Yes, it was…” He answered with a shrug of his shoulders. He’d slipped into unconsciousness, and then it was over. He didn’t have an intellectual understanding of exactly what had happened or how long it had taken, but one minute he was there curled up beside Aleks and the next…well. He shook his head a bit at Aleks’ wish to have been more comforting. “There wasn’t anything more I could have asked of or expected of you, Aleks. Either way one of us had to die. I was more than happy to go if it meant you could live. If it meant neither of us had to harm one another.” That would have been much too difficult to have survived through. Aleks would be even more broken up had they both been healthy prior to their meeting – had Ace died because of something Aleks had done. No, what had happened was clearly their best option. “You couldn’t have done anything else for me. You did all you could, and I appreciate that,” He explained, leaning his shoulders back against his chest once more, his head nuzzling up against the side of Aleks’ face and neck. “We knew one of us had to go. You let me go down the best way it could have happened for us.” He tipped his lips up to press against the warm flesh of his cheek, trace his jawline. “I don’t want you feeling guilty or whatever it is you’re feeling about that, alright? You did all you could,” He repeated.

Yearnings of the Unconscious Mind {Alace} [M]

Yearnings of the Unconscious Mind {Alace} [M]

aleks-ethon:

Ace’s eyebrows rose at Aleks’ vague comments on where they were heading to, his eyes rolling a bit but not protesting as he was lead through the grass. It was mildly awkward to be this exposed while prancing through the windmills, but at the same time he felt oddly okay with it. He was with Aleks so everything would be fine. Aleks knew how to take care of him. The boy had done anything and everything he could to try and save Ace’s life. Everything that could have helped him had been attempted. The final thing he had done was stayed and protected him, stayed and kept him comforted and not alone while he passed on. He couldn’t have asked more from him. Listening as Aleks explained his master plan, he couldn’t help but let his jaw drop just a slight bit at the contemplation of what had just been put into the open. Climb a windmill? This boy was mad. His hand lifted to press against the other’s forehead, testing for a fever or any other sort of reasoning for such an insane idea. “Excuse me? That was a joke. You can’t climb a windmill,” He told him flat out. He heaved a slow breath as Aleks’ lips came in contact with the warm flesh of his neck, his eyes slipping closed at the prospect before him. Climb a windmill. Rediculous. “You know I hate heights…” He whined, his arms encircling the eighteen year old as his gaze looked over his shoulder at the windmill just beside them. No way. No way was he doing this. This was crazy. “You’re going to get yourself killed. I don’t want that on my shoulders,” he teased gently. Obviously there was nothing that he could be blamed for and it was simply a dream…but he still didn’t want the other boy getting hurt. Even in his imagination. “Do you seriously want to do that?” He let his fingers run over his skin, caressing his bare chest with gentle fingertips, tracing the outline of his pectoral muscles before letting his hands run down his strong arms. “I mean I guess it’s a nice view and all, but I’ve got a nicer one down here just fine, with two feet firmly on the ground.” He didn’t want to get in the way of Aleks’ entertainment if he was really considering this something he needed to do, but he wasn’t so certain he could be dragged into it.

Yearnings of the Unconscious Mind {Alace} [M]

aleks-ethon:

Through Aleks’s deep passion and dominance over the situation Ace couldn’t help but be reminded of how much Aleks must love him to do such things. Whatever Cora had been to him she wasn’t anymore. If she visited him in his dreams like Ace was currently, it wasn’t with the same intimacy or emotional standpoint. If there was a dream that brought Cora back to life, perhaps it had just been some sort of parting, a way to close off a relationship that abruptly collapsed under the stress of the games. That happened often enough, though it wasn’t every day that a tribute actually took their own life for it. They’d been fighting for survival. One had to be extremely desperate to end that fight with their own hand inflicting the wounds that brought them down. He never truly put his mind to what had propelled her to do so. He hadn’t had time to think about it a whole lot in the games, nor had he truly cared. Cora had always been a strange entity to him – someone who craved blood in an unhumanly way but seemed sweet and respectable once one got to know her. He had never been able to properly grasp onto her personality. His mind was quickly brought back to the present time as Aleks’ hips collided with his, dominating kisses having taken over and dragged him into such a puddle of sensations he couldn’t keep his noises down. He was pleased with how quickly Aleks responded to Ace’s own dominance once the role had been relinquished. He could feel the fact that his member had hardened just from the thoughts of what Ace could’ve had in mind, and once boxers were removed his thoughts were confirmed with sight. You’re perfect. A chuckle escaped him, eyes rising up to catch Aleks’. “Far from it, but I appreciate the comment all the same.” Hips ground upon hips, pressing one stiffened member upon the other while Ace’s lips reconnected with the desirable ones upon Aleks. He felt the response from the other boy as their hips moved to be matched in pace, creating an intense friction that Ace couldn’t handle. His breath was growing strained from the exertion, nearly pushing himself to climax from his own actions. Then their pace had changed once more, Aleks pushing him back to sit up and then clamber into his lap. His hands fell slowly down the boy’s thighs, caressing the warmed, exposed skin. A gentle kiss was exchanged; paling in comparison to those that had been so vigorously placed there moments before. An eyebrow quirked as the stronger boy’s hands looped around his and guided him up to his feet. Come with me. Come with me. Ace blinked, a light chuckle escaping his lips. “As you wish,” He commented, following suit and rising to his feet at Aleks’ gentle guiding. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” He murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to the soft bulge of muscle that made up his shoulder, tracing the rise and fall of his skin briefly before following as he was told. “Where are we going?” He questioned curiously, not sure what had suddenly propelled Aleks to this decision, though he kept his hand firmly clutched in the guiding one of Aleks’.

Yearnings of the Unconscious Mind {Alace} [M]

aleks-ethon:

Never would Ace have actually expected this to happen. Maybe in some hazy back of his mind, somewhere in his own dreams without the clarity of the experience fresh in his mind set, without the distinctness that Aleks created. He didn’t miss a detail in their engagement, leaving the whole thing feeling much more personal and lively – real as it were. How Aleks had managed to conjure up such a reality in the forefront of his dreams would always be beyond Ace’s comprehension, but it wasn’t something he was willing to question. He was just going to accept it as it came and take things in stride as they presented themselves. This was going to be his reality for what remained. He was going to make the most of it. It certainly seemed as if Aleks had a similar thought process, for he took little time in getting himself together and down to business. He of course seemed to take on that same, timid and shy look about him as he continued forth with his plan, uncertain of where things were going and what exactly he was supposed to do. Ace didn’t have any stronger knowledge in the department but he expected that Aleks would figure it out just as well. Boy did he find a good way to get Ace aroused once more. Within the first contact of Aleks’ warm mouth and lips his member had already begun to stiffen, so the motions back and forth along as much of him as Aleks could handle only made it more difficult for Ace, drawing gasps of breath and deep moans from the depths of his throat. Then of course just as Ace was beginning to get used to the motions Aleks was preforming the boy decided to venture away, dragging his weight up over him yet again and pressing him down against the grass. Just as Ace had been thinking of making some sort of remark Aleks had dropped his shoved away his own jeans and taken Ace’s hips into his hold. The sensation between them, with nothing but the thinnest of materials from Aleks’ boxer shorts to slightly dull the touch, brought choice words to his lips that melded with the groan that had been stuck in his throat. “Fuck….” He sighed through parted lips as Aleks’ motions continued with a sudden switch from the gentleness he’d performed with earlier. It was spectacular. Ace eagerly allowed Aleks’ change of position, their legs both tangled in garments and each other. Seconds later their lips were connected vigorously and Ace welcomed the entry of his tongue there. He loved the taste in his mouth, the feeling of their connection with one another. His breathing had taken a toll for the worse by the time Aleks had disengaged, gasping for a breath of fresh air as Aleks chuckled lightly and apologized. “Oh please,” Ace rolled his eyes, turning over to lay himself down on top of the other boy. “There’s no time for breaks,” he teased into the shell of Aleks’ ear, nipping the cartilage lightly before grinding his bare hips down against Aleks’ scarcely clothed ones. He bent down to tug the remaining clothing away from Aleks’ hips and down his thighs, as far as he could push them with his patience running low. He then closed the gap between them, brushing his own bare member against his lovers, his hands pressed into the curves of Aleks’ waist.

Yearnings of the Unconscious Mind {Alace} [M]

At this point the only thing Ace really knew was that he wanted Aleks in such an intimate way it was killing him. He didn’t know per say what he wanted to happen, he just knew that he didn’t want the boy to leave him any time soon. Aleks could easily let the dream slip through the cracks if he so chose to. He didn’t really need to entertain Ace – it wasn’t like this was reality. It was all a figment of his imagination. It could bend to any which way he wanted it to, all things considered. He could change the scenery, change the people, and manipulate gravity if he wanted. Things in dreams were completely drawn up by you. Aleks held the reigns. Ace was just a visitor. Swearing his feelings and his love for Ace was just the beginning of Aleks plot for him. Once Ace had been reminded of Aleks’ feelings and the reality of the situation he felt the venture of the career’s hands across his bare torso. Then hips were gripped, a brief tug and brush and a moan escaped him as Aleks’ hips were pressed down to his, sending a friction through his core that heightened his senses in seconds. It certainly made it difficult to focus on his words, though he caught the gist of what he was saying. As much as he didn’t want to be replaced, he hoped Aleks didn’t mean he wasn’t going to look for someone…Aleks deserved someone. He definitely deserved to be taken care of and nurtured, and if Ace couldn’t be around in reality to fill the position, he did hope that Aleks would look for someone to do so. He just didn’t want him to be alone. Aleks claimed he was happy with him. He just hoped he could be happy with someone else too. It was a weird mix of jealously and hope that Aleks would end up with another person in the long run. He wanted him to be happy without him. He wanted Aleks to be able to move on past his Hunger Games and live a long happy life as a victor. Was that even possible though? Were victors ever really happy? Ace would never get to know, but he hoped Aleks would be…He needed to know Aleks would be. One hand lifted gingerly from the grass to tangle in the mass of dark hair that was slowly descending towards the waistband of his boxers once more, pressing kisses down his skin in the process. His fingers tugged at the strands of hair gently, brushing it back from the boy’s face and letting it slip between his fingers. After what seemed like a momentary gathering of his breath Aleks proceeded, though Ace wasn’t one hundred percent certain what he planned on doing here. This was uncharted territory for the both of them. This was something neither of them knew much of at all. He peeled away the fabric of Ace’s clothing deliberately, freeing him from the constricting fabrics. A shiver shot down his spine as the open air caressed his newly exposed skin, distracting himself with another gentle tug of the boy’s hair, curling his fingers into the strands. It seemed to take Aleks another brief pause before Aleks’ warm lips had kissed against the sensitive flesh, sparking a soft gasp to escape his lips before Aleks gathered himself and pursued further, and swiveled his tongue against him. A soft groan escaped him as the heat of his breath and moistness of his mouth pursued his member, sending shockwaves of sensations through him that he’d had yet to experience.