#apprentice dante

[viktors-fckass-bob]

Mango Tree

Uhhhh I have nothing to say for myself other than the fact I am a Cancer. Dante belongs to @arcanecadenza and thank you again for letting me borrow him!

Shadows and dappled sunlight played across deep brown skin. It was enough to make Dante consider staying for an extra day. Or two. Maybe even three. Andrico had that way about him. He was all warmth and welcome, raspy whispers against your ear that convince you fucking in his garden in the middle of the day was a good idea. A butterfly flew overhead.

Dante could ask. It wasn’t as if Andrico hadn't asked himself before, breathy stays pressed against his collarbone. Of course he couldn’t the first time Andrico had asked, or the second or the third time. Eventually Andrico stopped asking and it was for the best. It had to be for the best.

But today? Today with good company and good food and a good man, Dante could see himself staying. But just for one more day. Or two. Or four. All he had to do was ask. A warm hand tangled easily with his.

“What are you thinking about cheri?” Andrico asked with a smile. His voice was low and his eyes were warm, warm enough to burn. Dante’s mind raced.

I want to stay. Just for another day or two. Or four or seven or for as long as you’ll have me. Maybe I do not need to physically be. Could my heart stay here with you?

“I was wondering how you managed to grow a mango tree out here,” he said instead.

Andrico perked up instantly. He went into a detailed explanation about magic, good soil, and sheer luck. Dante nodded when appropriate but he felt like he was miles away. He could have asked, but he didn’t. Tomorrow he would leave and live his life without Andrico just as Andrico would live his life without him.

A warm breeze rustled the leaves above them, the light and shadows making it look like Andrico was under water. Next time Dante would ask for sure.

[viktors-fckass-bob]

15 or 24 with Andrico and Dante, please, if you’d like? A little bit of apothecary x alchemist, if you will sbsnsbksns

Not only will you get 15 & 24, you will also get 23 as a treat: The sun dipped lower in the sky and cast everything in a golden glow. Andrico had not meant to keep Dante for so long. It was meant to be a quick visit, a quick hello between friends (was that what they were). And… well...

Dante’s ‘hi’ turned to talking shop which then turned to a trip to Andrico’s lab. It was always a treat to watch Dante move around the space, picking up beakers, the glint of discovery in his eyes. Of course, a trip to the lab turned to lunch (“I can hear your stomach from here,” Andrico said with a laugh) and lunch turned into tea in the shop’s little garden. He listened intently as Dante regaled his adventures up north in Prakra. And well…

Andrico wasn’t a greedy man. He had learned long ago to be happy with the good things that came his way. But when he did find himself wanting, he wanted terribly. And in that moment, he wanted Dante’s mouth on his. His eyes zeroed in on the beauty mark dead center on the other man’s lower lip. Fuck, he wanted.

“Are you alright,” Dante’s concerned voice cut through the haze. Andrico blinked a few times. Oh hell, was he staring? Of course he was staring. Andrico couldn’t be smooth even if his life depended on it. A thousand excuses ran through his head. ‘It’s been a long day’, ‘Sorry, I was just remembering something’, ‘I am just tired’ were all acceptable. However, it seemed that his mouth preferred the truth.

“I would very much like to kiss you.”

If it weren’t for the high blush and hopeful look in the alchemist’s eyes he would have dug a hole and buried himself in it. But instead, he found himself walking over the other side of the small table and kneeling. He was kissing Dante in an instant.

Dante tasted like tea and the honey cakes he served it with. His mouth was soft and pliant and it made that hungry part of Andrico that he swore wasn’t greedy push further. His fingers tangled in soft dark hair as his tongue explored the other man’s warm, wet mouth. Dante was not idle though. His hands travelled from Andriico’s shoulders to cupping his cheeks and back again. They finally settled in his hair, tugging gently on his twists.

Andrico did not know how much time had passed. It could have been an eternity, a forever passing between crushed lips and tangled tongues. It took his lungs threatening to riot before he pulled away. But he could not resist nipping at the bottom lip that teased him all day. He gave it a little lick an apology, though he felt no remorse at all.

He should give into his wants more often.