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Injuries were hardly few and far between when Lucien went out. Whether it was complex tasks that involved rescuing a group of wizards from Ashwinders or doing what should have been easy Loyalist investigative jobs that he haphazardly assigned to himself, it wasn’t particularly odd that he came back with fresh and new scars on his body. It hadn't been anything new this particular time either.
Lucien walked into the dormitory exhausted, wand dangling precariously in his hand, almost dragging behind him. He wasn't bleeding anymore, but he still felt the lingering ache from his new wound on his lower back side. He winced when he began to peel the sticky clothes from his body, still slightly wet from his wound. He had been extra careful to keep his noises to a hushed whisper, trying not to alert any of his roommates to his late return. Hardly a foolproof plan, he realizes, when he heard shuffling from the bunk above his own. Amit’s head peered over the top bed, a worried expression on his face. Lucien can only manage a wry smile.
"Luc, you’re back?"
Lucien grimaced but nodded. "A bit late, I realize. But yeah, I’m back," he says with an airy laugh, trying to play his injuries down.
Amit pouts slightly, climbing down from the top bunk. “This isn’t the first time, so I am not surprised about that. But you look pale. Are you unwell?”
Lucien shook his head, trying to act natural. Natural in the sense that he was uninjured. He didn’t say anything for the moment, watching quietly as Amit observed him. The first thing he realized is that Amit likely saw how stained his shirt was, now that his vest was discarded on the floor. His movements were gentle, trying to pry the sticky shirt from his body. He would have liked the help, had it not been for the pressure applied on his lower back that caused him to hiss. Amit pulled back immediately.
"More injuries?" He asks, his voice low. His expression is laced with concern and worry.
Lucien tries to brush it away. "Nothing really bad anymore. It's just another scar now…"
Amit hums. Touch gentle, he discards the bloodied shirt on the floor before he gently massaged Lucien’s shoulders."No matter how many of these little adventures you go on, insisting that you can save the world, you always come back hurt. Yet you still don't like these scars?"
"Not particularly," Lucien sighed. "If I would just be more careful, I wouldn't have any."
Amit inhales sharply. There was a particular spark in his eyes, something Lucien can't quite define. As quick as he saw it, his expression changes to a soft look. "I'll teach you to love them."
Lucien raises a brow but tried not to give it much thought, at least for now. He doesn't move away from his position, tight muscles relaxing as Amit eased the tension in his shoulders. He didn’t even realize that he had been so high-strung by stress until now. Right now, he feels safe. Like all his other worries and the outside world are far away from him, far enough away to not hurt him. He could pretend he doesn't have any physical marks to ingrain how incompetent he felt at combat, just for right now. He could confront those invasive feelings later. "If you'd like to."
"In a moment, perhaps."
Lucien huffs out a laugh. "Of course."
Though his movements were hesitant and drawn out, Amit eventually releases him from his hold. He stands for a few beats before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the back of Lucien’s neck. "I promise, I'll teach you to love them…just as much as I do."
The words send his heart racing and Lucien nods. He’s at a loss for words, all of them stolen along with his breath. Amit takes a step away as Lucien climbs to his feet. He walked around the room, trying to stretch as best as he could. Any pressure or pull caused his body to scream at him, a pained hiss breaking through clenched teeth. He sighed.
"Easy, Luc,” Amit says softly.
Lucien stares at his reflection in the wall mirror. Inspecting the new scar, it was the remains of a now-healed gash from a loyalist’s axe. He could recall so vividly how he had gotten it too. A botched stealth job, an attempt on his part to obtain any potential plans that could keep him one step ahead of Ranrok’s attacks and plans. It was something he could have made into a two-person job, but he had insisted on going at it alone. He had done stealth before, but he had been too rushed, trying to find something, anything, as quickly as he could so he could return to the castle before curfew. The goblins had attacked in a large group, their numbers overwhelmed him, and while he had succeeded in eliminating who he needed to in order to get out of the camp quickly, he hadn’t realized how careless he had been until he felt something slice across his lower back and blood run down the minute he stumbled forward. If only he had just paid attention, then he wouldn't have…
"I wish these weren't here," he says with a bitter laugh.
In the mirror, he could see Amit walk over to him. His expression turned solemn or melancholic for a moment, but Lucien isn't sure why. He finally turns around when Amit closes the distance between them. His hands rest against the shelf, keeping himself up. He held Amit’s gaze as the boy settled before him. It was a rather soft gesture when Amit leans up and captures Lucien in a gentle kiss.
It's soft and sweet, and Lucien returns the kiss instantly. A hand starts pressed against his waist, circling the new scar lightly. It stings faintly, but it's still enough pressure to draw a pained gasp from him. Lucien pulls away quickly, grip on the shelf shaking.
Amit frowns. "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Only…only a little bit. Just if there's pressure. With it being…well, so close to my waist, I think any pressure on it just makes it sting."
Amit pulls away, eyes lowering as he inspects Lucien’s body. There were indeed scars of varying sizes decorating the torso. A few he could recall easily enough; a few small scars here and there, likely from a few bolts the loyalists had fired at him. Another across his chest from a loyalist’s blade, a few smaller ones dotted near his stomach. A few sit on his hip bone, another on his waist. Lucien knows that the shorter boy knows about the ones on his back too, the new one a fresh addition.
Perhaps it's the heady gaze that makes him feel self-conscious, open for Amit to see him. He's always been self-conscious, but with those brown eyes glazing over every inch and crevice of his skin…how could he not feel so hyperaware?
This time, when Amit leans in to kiss him again, he doesn’t kiss Lucien’s lips. Instead, he presses a kiss to his cheek, another kiss to the small scar beneath his lips. Lucien’s eyes flutter shut, and he allows himself to get so completely lost in the feeling of Amit’s lips pressing firm kisses into the raised protrusions on his skin. A kiss pressed to his chest, his ribs, his stomach. A kiss danced across his waist and down to his hip bone. Amit turns him around, oh so gently, and pressed kisses to the scars on his back too. Lips dance from the small of his back all the way up to his shoulder blades. He refused to bite and refused to leave another mark.
No. Tonight, he would only press such loving kisses to the existing scars. The marks that Lucien himself refused to love because to him, they all marked how incompetent he was.
But to Amit….
"I love every little mark on you," Amit whispers.
They had long since moved to the bed. Lucien was on his back, legs propped up as Amit massaged his prostate with slicked fingers. He presses a quick peck to the head of Lucien’s leaking cock.
"From your freckles on your cheeks to the scars on your body."
Lucien looks at him blearily, mouth hung open in a silent moan. When Amit slides his slick cock past the stretched rim, Lucien gasps. Nails scratch down Amit’s back, their bodies pressed close. He pants, trying to adjust to the size.
"To me, everything makes you…well, you. "
Lucien keens, letting out little hiccups when Amit starts to roll his hips. It was a slow pace, and he could truly feel everything. But it doesn't hurt him. Unless he had become so numb to pain that he couldn’t feel the stinging anymore, he only felt pleasure. A blur of sensations, really, it feels so gentle, as gentle as it really could be. He gasps and keens again, eyes glazed over as he meets Amit’s own hooded gaze.
"And I wouldn't want to be with anyone that isn't you."
Lips capture his own once more. A passionate and sensual kiss. Every little noise he could utter drowns in the motion. Amit pulls away, hips stuttering forward. It draws a long, silent moan from Lucien’s lips. He gasps again and hiccups when Amit presses a kiss on the scar across his chest.
"These scars…to me, they don't tell me that you failed…"
A hand props his back up, pressure pushed against his lower back. The fresh scar pulses, and although the pain had shot through him initially, it recedes in an instant. There's a dull ache, but it's almost negligible. The pressure drives him forward, arching his back into the slow piston of Amit’s hips. Lucien mewls, hiding his moans in the crook of Amit’s neck. Right now, he feels exposed, especially when the kisses persist. Another kiss to his shoulder, another to the collarbone. Scars hadn't existed there, not yet. But…the kisses never felt out of place…
"They're like stories. Every single one tells me how you always get back up, no matter the injury…"
Lucien starts sobbing, hiccups follow each wrack of his body like a melody. He feels a kiss pressed into his neck, another back against his shoulder. Amit holds him close, so close, hands holding his waist as he thrusts. He wants to stop crying, really he does…but he can’t help it. Everything made his heart feel so tender. Every kiss pressed to his imperfect little body felt soft. There's so much going on, so much affection he doesn't think he deserves. And yet…
"And I love that about you."
A pause. The action forces Lucien to turn his head, teary blue eyes meeting such intense brown eyes. He hiccups again. He hadn't been aware of it until Amit rolls his hips again, but heavens, does he feel like he was going to burst. Like electricity buzzing beneath his skin. He feels lightheaded in the best way possible.
"Lucien, can I tell you something?"
"Anything."
Another kiss, pressed firmly on his lips this time. His back crashes against the mattress, but he can’t care. Not with the way Amit kisses him. So fevered, so desperate, and yet…He could feel all the affection rippling through him. All that affection, laced into his words…
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Another kiss. Perhaps the final one for that night. Lucien feels so lost and yet he's found a new home. His breath stutters, his moan broken as a gasp. His back arches taut again and he feels like he’s flying, head spinning and heart racing like the first time he’s ever rode a broom. He feels full, but it's fulfilling, satisfying. It feels right.
Their kiss breaks. Amit pulls out and collapses beside him. Lucien rolls over, tears still inevitably flowing. The other boy leans on his elbows to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, thumb gently swiping the other free-flowing tear away from flushed cheeks.
"Even if you don't love your scars today, I will remind you just how much I love them if I must. Every day, no matter how long."
Lucien lets out a breathy laugh. "I know you would."