can you please do a m/m snippet with a human and their supernatural boyfriend? Something like the supernatural thinks they’re superior to the human because they’re stronger/faster/immortal and constantly flaunts their power and uses it to intimidate the human? Love your writing btw, absolutely amazing ❤️
It was what his boyfriend said, as he pressed him up against the wall and pinned him so he couldn’t move, kissing him slowly. Teasing kisses that left him gasping for more, craning for touch, aching to reach out. With his hands so firmly pinned above his head he couldn’t.
“Go on.” His boyfriend’s eyes gleamed, in challenge. “If you can just reach to kiss me, I’ll let you get off.”
Of course, against an impossibly fast supernatural creature, there was no chance of that. He was lost.
It was what his boyfriend said as he plucked him right into the air, legs dangling, and carried him bodily back into the flat. He appeared out of nowhere. Dumped him down on the bed with the first aid kit appearing in a blur next to them. Weight gone, and then weight pinning down his lower body as his shirt was torn away like nothing and ripped aside.
His boyfriend traced a hand over the wound on his chest, eyes dark with pleasure. “What the hell do you think would have happened if I wasn’t there for you? Idiot.”
He reached up a hand and drew his boyfriend’s hand to the side and over to his heart - beating steadily still. He was fine.
“Why, what are you going to do, outrun me? Humans are slow.”
It was what his boyfriend said, in a flicker of shadows around the house.
He could barely turn away, and his boyfriend would be right in front of him again with a maddeningly smug look on his face. “I’m just saying,” he bit out. “You don’t need to protect me. I’m not going to break the second you take your eyes off me.” He understood the fear, he did, but dear god it could be unbearable.
“Oh, please,” his boyfriend snorted. “You couldn’t even win in a fight against me, let alone against someone actually trying to hurt you.”
He didn’t win that fight.
“Honestly, sometimes I don’t know why I bother with humans.”
“Honestly,” he snapped, at breaking point, “I don’t know why you bother with fucking humans either.”
His boyfriend’s jaw snapped closed, eyes wide.
“You think we’re so pathetic - you think I’m so pathetic-” his lungs burned, something hot and choking in his throat. His fists clenched. “Leave. Just leave then! Nobody’s forcing you to stay.”
His boyfriend floundered. “I didn’t mean-”
“You didn’t mean to what?” He took a step forward. Shoved, even when it was like shoving a statue and did sod all nothing. “Didn’t mean to scare the living crap out of me? Didn’t mean to make me feel like shit? Oh, I’m sorry, was the constant stream about the inferiority of my species supposed to make me feel good?”
“-What the hell is it like then?” He shoved him again. His boyfriend took a step back. Fuming, he suspected it was only an effort to make him feel better, than any actual working force.
His voice cracked. “What is it then?”
There was a long, suffocating silence. “It’s just biological fact.”
He laughed then, had to. Choked and awful. “Yeah? Then this is me just leaving. Prick.”
It was what his boyfriend said, as he sat outside the door. He’d been there for an hour, two. His boyfriend could have broken the door down.
He didn’t know what to think about the fact his boyfriend hadn’t. He stared down at his knees so hard that his vision swam and wished the words didn’t affect him, wished he could be cold and wished he could be anything other than human.
“I shouldn’t have said what I did,” his boyfriend continued. “I was - you’re right. I was a prick. I didn’t think. I just-” he faltered and the silence stretched for a while, broken only by agonized breath and hurts practically synchronized on either side of the door. “I wanted to impress you.”
“I’m just so goddamn scared of hurting you.” His boyfriend’s voice quivered, in the distance between them. “You’re so - you’re not weak. You’ve never been weak. I know that. But god. If I lost it for a second the things I could do to you-”
He squeezed his eyes shut, buried his face in his hands. Then he went and opened the door.
His boyfriend nearly fell in, from where he’d been leaning. Utterly startled as if his oh so super hearing hadn’t even heard the steps. He looked up, but didn’t stand.
The look on his boyfriend’s face was devastating. It wiped clean any thought that this might be some trick for forgiveness - it was too raw, it revealed too much. His boyfriend meant it. Meant it as some cruel and self-flagellating reminder to himself, all the time. Had to joke, perhaps, or he wouldn’t be able to bear it.
He released a shaking breath and knelt down, taking his boyfriend’s hands in his own. He kissed them, those dangerous, strong and wickedly quick hands. Hands made for the rendering of pieces and the taking apart of prey.
“My boyfriend is an idiot,” he said, softly.
His boyfriend leaned in and buried his face against his chest, like he had no strength left in the entire world.
He wrapped his arms around him in turn and pulled him closer.
They stayed like that for a long time.
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