We Will Meet Again (Day 1 of Batarou Week 2022)
YEAH LET’S GO
Where have you gone My love, my friend Somewhere without the rain I feel afraid now, I feel alone Will we meet again
For as much as Badd knew they shouldn’t, he couldn’t push Garou away. Everytime Garou sank into him, filling him entirely to the point of too much, he thought, stop, stop, stop, you should not be doing this. And then Garou would kiss him and he’d wonder if he was thinking the same thing. Those gold eyes and sharp teeth said that he probably didn’t. Garou was an animal, on the battlefield and here, in front of the fire, the trees standing guard around them, and Badd showed his throat to him.
Like this, with Garou crowding out the moonlight and painted only by the yellow contrast of the flames, he couldn’t really see the marks drawn over his skin, smudged now. And Badd wasn’t wearing his armor, tossed away, the indentations from the tight material smoothed away. They were just men. Hungry and lonely and cold, seeking out something that only the other could give.
The matching twin marks were still healing, blood oozing under the bandages on each of their shoulders as they ignored them. Badd gave Garou his with a sword. Garou gave Badd his with a dagger. There were probably other marks too—bites, bruises, scratches. In fact, Badd was adding a few when Garou sank in the last time, filling him with heat, making him cry out as he added his own between their bodies.