thank god my wife is always helping me with the banners ANYWAY!!! some sebesil from one of my finished fics that I've never published and probably never will, but who knows before you all jump on me, in my cold war au these two idiots in love are in their 30s, far from home and in a not-so-safe environment...well, at least they have each other!! Sebek is sure ready to take care of Silver iykyk~ happy birthday to our beautiful boy ⚡️🗡️
“For how long will you shut yourself up here?” Sebek’s figure appeared at the door, resembling a saint who had just climbed up his way through hell. The hallway’s warm light played with the shadows on the man’s face, making him look sharper, severe. Sebek’s beard, left untouched by his owner, helped in crafting the image of a stern individual.
Silver left out a sigh. He didn’t possess any strength to start arguing with Sebek. Silver had enough already, of both quarrels and shouts. He let himself indulge in another sip of whiskey, directly from the bottle, only to get ready to deal with Sebek’s fury.
“It’s not as if I’m having fun,” Silver stabbed back at him, his voice shaky. He sucked at holding his liquor. Nothing to do with Sebek, who was able to swallow one beer after another, the hairs on his face always soaked in that foam emanating a strong, yeast-kind scent. That image alone was enough to make Silver hard.
Perhaps, it was his father’s whiskey fault; Silver felt himself break, as if alcohol was enough to resurface all of the pent up distress of the last week. Sebek gave him a worried look. Then, he locked the door.
Silver tried standing up, reaching his man walking towards him as Sebek was unable to let his eyes look at anything else in the room.
“I’ve never said you’re fond of this situation,” Sebek, puzzled, took the whiskey bottle from the desk. Silver looked at him carefully examining his father’s latest gift. Then, with a clipped gesture, Sebek opened the bottle to take a sip from its liquid, the warm alcohol burning his throat. Sebek swallowed hard, and that simple act made his Adam’s apple shiver.
Silver, carefully looking at the simple act of drinking, at Sebek’s rosy cheeks because of the whiskey, almost didn’t notice the other man’s disgusted face.
“Your father really needs to stop sending us all these shitty presents,” Sebek bursted after cleaning his mouth with the help of his own sweater. Silver noticed how Sebek’s knuckles were broken from the cold, blood now all crusty on the yellowish skin. Silver had to remind himself they needed to buy new creams for Sebek’s hands, or those simple cuts would become as large as craters even before spring’s arrival.
“Also,” Sebek left the whiskey bottle on the desk, his eyes set on Silver. It was in that moment that Silver felt himself shrinking against those furious eyes; yet, Sebek’s severe irises were also full of worries, and Silver felt his stomach flip.
“You really need to stop working like a dog. If your desire is to leave this world before you’re able to reach your forties, you’re surely on the right track.”
Silver tried to open his mouth, yet the alcohol made his resistance useless. His mind, now exhausted, recharged on the whiskey, sucking the liquid from the blood at such a high speed it resembled a bug jumping on the very first flower after a hard winter. Suddenly, Silver felt that his communication skills were there no more; he was left with only a repetitive stutter, his words emptied of all their meaning. Sebek looked at Silver’s pathetic attempt to defend himself and sighed.
“Are you too drunk to answer me, or do you still possess any kind of will?” his partner asked him, almost a bit annoyed, his left eyebrow raised in a perfect arch. Silver seemed to regain his composure a little.
“If you have some request for me,” Silver tried, slowly.
“Turn” yet, Sebek was quick to cut him, with a warm voice that didn’t go unnoticed. Silver still frowned, as his mind wasn’t able to grasp as quickly as his own body the command’s warmth.
“What do you have in mind…”
It was Sebek the one that turned him over, with so much more gentleness that Silver had expected given his tone of voice.
“I’m taking care of you, you fucking imbecile.”
