i wrote a little redscape for my friend, but bc i like attention it’s gonna get posted here as well:
The flickering light of a street lamp bathes the alley in a warm glow. Despite the far more interesting things that should be occupying Mumbo’s mind, all he can focus on is the way that moonlight pours over the cobbled streets beneath his feet. It contrasts with the warmth just out of his reach causing a shiver to run through his body.
This was just supposed to be an easy night out, but he’d seen the way Scar’s hands seemed to wander strangely close to Grian’s waist. That could’ve been excused, a trick of the eye, or a misread moment. What couldn't be excused was the way that Scar pressed his pretty little lips to the other’s mouth. Coincidence only covers so much.
So here Mumbo was, wallowing in pity outside a bar, half drunk with his friends making out inside. They’d talked about this, Scar knew the way that Grian made him feel, the desire that burned deep inside his heart for that dumb blonde man. The jealousy he felt when Scar flirted with him at all. Clearly, he’d just been too late.
His train of thought is cut short by a door slamming open. A burly man stumbles out, fearfully searching the streets until he locks eyes with Mumbo. With teeth clenched tightly as he watches the man jog forward, a fist curls by his side.
“Man, I thought I’d lost you there. Why’d you run off?” Scar asks earnestly and it takes everything in Mumbo not to punch him right then.
“Why’d you kiss him?” That's all he can get out, “You knew how it would make me feel when you did that, why?”
Scar quirks an eyebrow, clearly amused, as he steps forward so that theyre only an arm's length apart.
“I didn’t like your eyes on him” he answers.
Anger flares inside Mumbo along with alcohol and before he knows it, he’s holding his hand in pain and Scar is staring at him, with a nasty bloody lip.
Even though crimson liquid is spilling over his teeth, he chuckles.
“If that’s all it took to get you to look me in the face, I would’ve kissed him way sooner”
Mumbo stares at him incredulously, but the other only comes closer until their faces are inches apart. He’s far too aware of the lengths of Scar’s canines from here, the stubble lining his chin, the clarity of his swirling eyes. Mumbo scoffs, grabbing the collar of Scar’s thick jacket, pulling him impossibly closer.
He wants to spit in his face, to show him how exactly this entire night has made him feel. But in the space between their lips, his mouth runs dry. The other smirks, gently grasping Mumbo’s loosened tie between one hand while the other snakes around his neck into his hair. In one swift motion, he is pulled down to press his mouth to Scar’s.
Warmth flows through his veins at the touch, igniting every inch of his skin with the new need to feel him. He can taste the sweet blood on the other’s mouth and it’s more intoxicating than anything he’s ever felt.
A hand tugs at his hair, inciting a new rush of adrenaline. Scar pulls his mouth away, hand still wrapped in the short black strands. He stares for a few moments, watching Mumbo’s panting breaths and rosy cheeks while yanking slightly on his tie to loosen it further.
“Better?” He asks slyly.
Mumbo doesn’t answer at first, eyes glossy with lust, but soon his response comes in the form of grabbing Scar’s chin to allow them to continue to feed a hunger he didn’t even know he had.
