Whumptober drabble #8 and 9
Vic and Hel ( @kaosstar ) – prompt #15: Scars
“Tell me,” Hel demanded, tracing his fingers along the frayed outer edges of the scar tissue.
Vic hesitated and he could swear that got Hel even more interested. The man was too fucking perceptive. Could smell weakness like an akk dog could smell blood. And never let go once he had his fangs in.
Vic was absolutely in no mood to remember the day when he'd almost bled out in the stinking jungle of that force damned backwater dung hole. He'd almost died that day. Not something you wanted to remember in the afterglow of a really nice evening and lots of vigorous sex.
Hel kissed him then, with an urgency that didn't really surprise Vic. The sudden intimacy of his touch was kinda unexpected, however. Vic felt his resistance melting away.
“Please?”
Damn this man! When was the last time he had been able to say no to him.
little Vic and Tal – prompt #14: Tear-stained
After a few hours of searching through the slums, Tal finally found the kid in a dark alley not far from where the gang war had found its gruesome end. Vic was crouched on the ground, and for a moment Tal feared the boy had gotten shot after all.... then he noticed the body. Zabrak. Couldn't have been much older than Vic.
Tal tried to swallow his anger. When he spoke his voice was almost calm again. “Hey, kid.”
When the boy turned around, Tal saw that he had been crying.
Tal stepped closer, instinctively, but then thought better of it. “Have you thought about my offer?”
The boy nodded, wiping angrily at the tears. “I'll come with you,” he said and followed Tal back to the docks without ever looking back.