Original Fiction | Marc/Amadé | Alpha
Title: Moments
Author: Lain Blackchurch
Fandom: Original Fiction
Pairing: Marc/Amadeus
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: R
Theme Set Alpha
#01 - Comfort
Comfort is a thing that Marc very seldom wants from his lover, but then again, there are those times in which is a rosin-scented, smooth-skinned body was just the thing to calm his nerves as worriesome thoughts plagued him.
#02 - Kiss
He has felt a strong heat radiating from the small body against the wall when they had first kissed, a fire that burned so strongly he couldn't help but respond to, slowly feeding it and feeding it until some sort of inferno began toburn out from the surface of his skin.
#03 - Soft
As Amadé rests his chin on the top of Marc's sleeping head, he wonders just how someone who could be so... so rough at times become to lax and soft in body and mind ever so quickly.
#04 - Pain
He hisses in pain as Marc runs his hands along his shoulders, tight and knotted, slowly moving down to his legs, and Amadé squeezes his eyes to a close and lets out a soft whimper as lips caress his shoulders, slowly easing the ache into a dull, lulling throb.
#05 - Potatoes
"Hate you... fuckin' hate you, Love..." Marc mumbles as Amadé pears the skin off of the surface of the potato with ease while Marc fumbles with his cut fingers, covered in band-aids.
#06 - Rain
"Marcus, get out of..." Amadé begins and trails off as he sees Marc running over to him, splashing through puddles and wrapping his arms around him before settling a soft, wet, rain-slicked kiss upon his lips.
#07 - Chocolate
"You know," Amadé whispers, trailing a finger along Marc's chest and smirking slightly, "I love chocolate... just... not on me..."
#08 - Happiness
Marc honestly was never truly happy until the night Amadé outstretched his arm towards him to help him to his feet, taking him to his warm apartment and showing him what he knows to be happiness to this day.
#09 - Telephone
"Take it off," Marc hisses over the phone, and begins to whine softly about how phone sex will be a new experience for them, however the only thing he gets from the other line is a muttered "horny bastard" and the click of the phone hitting the hook.
#10 - Ears
"Oh... oh..." Amadé moans softly as he feels a tongue against the shell of his ear and he squirms violently, hearing a chuckle and moving against the arms wrapping around his waist.
#11 - Name
Marc gently strokes his lover's temples, pressing his lips against them and moving his hand down to caress the small, gold crucifix at his neck, knowing to himself that "Amadeus" has three words to its meaning: beloved of God.
#12 - Sensual
He can be sensual without even meaning to; just the simple way he sprawls out on the bed with his legs parted, lips in a soft pout, body lying open and waiting for him, causing Marc to go into a dizzying vertigo of lust.
#13 - Death
Marc has never seen death, but he sure as hell doesn't want to start by watching Amadé die slowly of a, old age, b, disease or c, an accident.
#14 - Sex
To let Marc touch him seemed like just another night at The Firefly, just brought into his home, however, to let Marc have him completely, to let him hold and cradle him, kissing every square inch of his body during sex was the most thrilling and trusting thing he has ever felt.
#15 - Touch
Amadé's touch is gentle, like the landing of a butterfly upon his skin, and he can't help but yield into whatever caress is put against his skin.
#16 - Weakness
Amadé does not like to show his weakness to Marc when something happens, and so when they slip into bed together, Amadé nips his lip and avoids talking about just what Mister Swaine wanted to "talk" to him about in his office.
#17 - Tears
He has never seen Marc cry, and so when the clear, wet tears run down his strong cheeks, Amadé holds him softly and rocks him back and forth against his chest and singing in soft, gentle French that lulls him into a peaceful state.
#18 - Speed
"I'm never letting you take me to work again, Marcus..." Amadé mumbles as he gets off of the back of the bike, once speeding so fast, stumbling forward with his violin thumping against his back, and regretting that he ever let Marcus "drive" again.
#19 - Wind
Amadé looks out the window, feeling the violent gust of wind blow his hair into his eyes, and for a moment, he wonders what would happen if one fell down, but that through soon escapes him as warm arms curl about his waist and bring him back upright.
#20 - Freedom
"I want freedom, Marcus, just the freedom to be able to go out there and for you to trust me not to make off with some guy, which I would even fucking do anyway, you insane son of a bitch!"
#21 - Life
Things have never been the same ever since Marc came into his life and turned things both upside down and yet... ever so right side up.
#22 - Jealousy
Marc finds himself seething just a bit as Ange wraps her arms around Amadé's slim shoulders and kisses him all along his neck, nuzzling him and saying something inaudible, making him smile and laugh very softly.
#23 - Hands
Amadé's hands on the top are so very soft, warm and gentle, and Marc can't help but find them to be the most distinguishing feature on his body and the most contrasting with his calloused fingers and smooth-skinned palms.
#24 - Taste
The taste of Amadé's lips against his own is like drinking the sweetest wine, the clearest water, tasting chastity and integrity in its purist form.
#25 - Devotion
He doesn't know why he's obsessed with Amadé's devotion, obsessed with the possibility that his lover might just be using him, but as he watches how carefully Amadé puts the plates away, standing on his toes to settle them on the top shelf with but a glance to Marc and a smile, Marc can't help but shake his head and believe that their love is true.
#26 - Forever
"I'll love you forever," Amadé murmurs solemnly, pulling near to Marc and letting out a breath, continuing, "Even though I'm not exactly made to live that long."
#27 - Blood
"Fuck," Amadé hisses as he wraps his hand in a bandage, wincing as the blood pours out of the nail marks that came from his lover after their latest spat.
#28 - Sickness
"Damn colds," Marc whispers through a hoarse voice, shuddering as Amadé applies a cool cloth to his head and strokes his hair softly.
#29 - Melody
The deep sounds of the cello quietly capture the baseline as the violin flits along in graceful composure to the four-four timing of the notes, creating a sweet melody that seems to float out the window and into the city streets, bringing people to stop and gaze upwards at the two musicians through the window.
#30 - Star
"First star of the night," Marc says, wrapping his arms around Amadé who is busily cleaning dishes, and the brunette nods quietly, slipping a cup into the cabinet and gazing at the night sky as well.
#31 - Home
A warm body covers him completely as soon as he steps through the door, and all Marc can shout through the numerous kisses delivered to his face is "Oh please, what are you, a dog!?"
#32 - Confusion
"Marc, wait..." Amadé says softly as he lingers in the doorway, Ange behind him with a measuring tape, and he walks over to the taller man, clinging to him and continuing with a sigh, "Ange was just going to hem my pants... nothing was going on."
#33 - Fear
"Fuck," Marc hears from Amadé's mouth and looks over his shoulder to see his lover standing on a chair, hissing two words: "A mouse!"
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
An electric storm rumbles loudly as Marcus clings tightly to Amadé, who is fast asleep to the sound of the rain against the window.
#35 - Bonds
The rope is tight around his chest, binding his arms to his back, and he twists as Marc slips within him, leaning over his back and chuckles, "Bondage isn't so bad, is it, Love?"
#36 - Market
"No, Love... I didn't buy lube when I went to the supermarket because... because you just shouldn't put stuff like that on a fucking grocery list!"
#37 - Technology
"Damn toaster oven," Amadé hisses as he taps it with his finger, frowning and looking over his shoulder at Marc, "I'm technologically challenged, come off it."
#38 - Gift
"Happy birthday, Love," Marc says, holding out a box wrapped in blue paper as they sit on the futon quietly together, and Amadé smiles, gently taking one ribbon in his fingers and pulling with a delicate hand that one would use when touching champagne glasses.
#39 - Smile
When Amadé smiles, it seems to brighten Marcus' day just a bit more, mainly because it's like having an angel look at you with a tenderness that is unmatched.
#40 - Innocence
Amadé squeezes his eyes shut as he lies upon the bed with his head heavy against the pillows, his mind thoroughly wondering whether Marcus really deserves a lover who has lost his innocence one too many times.
#41 - Completion
There is a feeling of completion as Marc lays atop of him, head on the pillow and still submerged within him, their skin clinging together with the sheets by means of sweat.
#42 - Clouds
Marc hears Amadé chuckle softly and point ot the sky as they lie upon their backs, "I think that cloud looks like... like a cat, what about you?"
#43 - Sky
"Don't you ever wish that... that the sky wasn't so far away from our reach, Marc?"
#44 - Heaven
Amadé runs his fingers through his hair, shutting his eyes and holding the rosary beads loosely between his fingers, and that is when Marc knows they contrary to what everyone says, that man is not going to Hell, but to Heaven.
#45 - Hell
Amadé sighs as he holds tightly to Marcus' arm and says "Will we really go to hell because we love each other?"
#46 - Sun
When the snlight streams into their bedroom and onto their bodies as they take a small afternoon nap together, curled up back to front and satisfied with one another's company.
#47 - Moon
His skin is so pale, and is practically porcelain white as he lies in the moonlight, eyes glazed a honey gold color and skin glistening with an after-sex mixture of sweat, semen, saliva and lubricant.
#48 - Waves
Amadé takes off his sneakers and rolls up his jeans, running into the waves and worrying Marc as the rolls of water crash against his legs, causing him to stumble every once in a while.
#49 - Hair
"Love, I suggest you cut your hair because... well... it doesn't exactly make for the most comfortable foreplay in the world."
#50 - Supernova
Amadé has never been so intrigued with anything more in his life as he reads about the supernova, the explosion of a star, and it sort of reminds him of how Marc tends to end sex.
Author: Lain Blackchurch
Fandom: Original Fiction
Pairing: Marc/Amadeus
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: R
Theme Set Alpha
#01 - Comfort
Comfort is a thing that Marc very seldom wants from his lover, but then again, there are those times in which is a rosin-scented, smooth-skinned body was just the thing to calm his nerves as worriesome thoughts plagued him.
#02 - Kiss
He has felt a strong heat radiating from the small body against the wall when they had first kissed, a fire that burned so strongly he couldn't help but respond to, slowly feeding it and feeding it until some sort of inferno began toburn out from the surface of his skin.
#03 - Soft
As Amadé rests his chin on the top of Marc's sleeping head, he wonders just how someone who could be so... so rough at times become to lax and soft in body and mind ever so quickly.
#04 - Pain
He hisses in pain as Marc runs his hands along his shoulders, tight and knotted, slowly moving down to his legs, and Amadé squeezes his eyes to a close and lets out a soft whimper as lips caress his shoulders, slowly easing the ache into a dull, lulling throb.
#05 - Potatoes
"Hate you... fuckin' hate you, Love..." Marc mumbles as Amadé pears the skin off of the surface of the potato with ease while Marc fumbles with his cut fingers, covered in band-aids.
#06 - Rain
"Marcus, get out of..." Amadé begins and trails off as he sees Marc running over to him, splashing through puddles and wrapping his arms around him before settling a soft, wet, rain-slicked kiss upon his lips.
#07 - Chocolate
"You know," Amadé whispers, trailing a finger along Marc's chest and smirking slightly, "I love chocolate... just... not on me..."
#08 - Happiness
Marc honestly was never truly happy until the night Amadé outstretched his arm towards him to help him to his feet, taking him to his warm apartment and showing him what he knows to be happiness to this day.
#09 - Telephone
"Take it off," Marc hisses over the phone, and begins to whine softly about how phone sex will be a new experience for them, however the only thing he gets from the other line is a muttered "horny bastard" and the click of the phone hitting the hook.
#10 - Ears
"Oh... oh..." Amadé moans softly as he feels a tongue against the shell of his ear and he squirms violently, hearing a chuckle and moving against the arms wrapping around his waist.
#11 - Name
Marc gently strokes his lover's temples, pressing his lips against them and moving his hand down to caress the small, gold crucifix at his neck, knowing to himself that "Amadeus" has three words to its meaning: beloved of God.
#12 - Sensual
He can be sensual without even meaning to; just the simple way he sprawls out on the bed with his legs parted, lips in a soft pout, body lying open and waiting for him, causing Marc to go into a dizzying vertigo of lust.
#13 - Death
Marc has never seen death, but he sure as hell doesn't want to start by watching Amadé die slowly of a, old age, b, disease or c, an accident.
#14 - Sex
To let Marc touch him seemed like just another night at The Firefly, just brought into his home, however, to let Marc have him completely, to let him hold and cradle him, kissing every square inch of his body during sex was the most thrilling and trusting thing he has ever felt.
#15 - Touch
Amadé's touch is gentle, like the landing of a butterfly upon his skin, and he can't help but yield into whatever caress is put against his skin.
#16 - Weakness
Amadé does not like to show his weakness to Marc when something happens, and so when they slip into bed together, Amadé nips his lip and avoids talking about just what Mister Swaine wanted to "talk" to him about in his office.
#17 - Tears
He has never seen Marc cry, and so when the clear, wet tears run down his strong cheeks, Amadé holds him softly and rocks him back and forth against his chest and singing in soft, gentle French that lulls him into a peaceful state.
#18 - Speed
"I'm never letting you take me to work again, Marcus..." Amadé mumbles as he gets off of the back of the bike, once speeding so fast, stumbling forward with his violin thumping against his back, and regretting that he ever let Marcus "drive" again.
#19 - Wind
Amadé looks out the window, feeling the violent gust of wind blow his hair into his eyes, and for a moment, he wonders what would happen if one fell down, but that through soon escapes him as warm arms curl about his waist and bring him back upright.
#20 - Freedom
"I want freedom, Marcus, just the freedom to be able to go out there and for you to trust me not to make off with some guy, which I would even fucking do anyway, you insane son of a bitch!"
#21 - Life
Things have never been the same ever since Marc came into his life and turned things both upside down and yet... ever so right side up.
#22 - Jealousy
Marc finds himself seething just a bit as Ange wraps her arms around Amadé's slim shoulders and kisses him all along his neck, nuzzling him and saying something inaudible, making him smile and laugh very softly.
#23 - Hands
Amadé's hands on the top are so very soft, warm and gentle, and Marc can't help but find them to be the most distinguishing feature on his body and the most contrasting with his calloused fingers and smooth-skinned palms.
#24 - Taste
The taste of Amadé's lips against his own is like drinking the sweetest wine, the clearest water, tasting chastity and integrity in its purist form.
#25 - Devotion
He doesn't know why he's obsessed with Amadé's devotion, obsessed with the possibility that his lover might just be using him, but as he watches how carefully Amadé puts the plates away, standing on his toes to settle them on the top shelf with but a glance to Marc and a smile, Marc can't help but shake his head and believe that their love is true.
#26 - Forever
"I'll love you forever," Amadé murmurs solemnly, pulling near to Marc and letting out a breath, continuing, "Even though I'm not exactly made to live that long."
#27 - Blood
"Fuck," Amadé hisses as he wraps his hand in a bandage, wincing as the blood pours out of the nail marks that came from his lover after their latest spat.
#28 - Sickness
"Damn colds," Marc whispers through a hoarse voice, shuddering as Amadé applies a cool cloth to his head and strokes his hair softly.
#29 - Melody
The deep sounds of the cello quietly capture the baseline as the violin flits along in graceful composure to the four-four timing of the notes, creating a sweet melody that seems to float out the window and into the city streets, bringing people to stop and gaze upwards at the two musicians through the window.
#30 - Star
"First star of the night," Marc says, wrapping his arms around Amadé who is busily cleaning dishes, and the brunette nods quietly, slipping a cup into the cabinet and gazing at the night sky as well.
#31 - Home
A warm body covers him completely as soon as he steps through the door, and all Marc can shout through the numerous kisses delivered to his face is "Oh please, what are you, a dog!?"
#32 - Confusion
"Marc, wait..." Amadé says softly as he lingers in the doorway, Ange behind him with a measuring tape, and he walks over to the taller man, clinging to him and continuing with a sigh, "Ange was just going to hem my pants... nothing was going on."
#33 - Fear
"Fuck," Marc hears from Amadé's mouth and looks over his shoulder to see his lover standing on a chair, hissing two words: "A mouse!"
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
An electric storm rumbles loudly as Marcus clings tightly to Amadé, who is fast asleep to the sound of the rain against the window.
#35 - Bonds
The rope is tight around his chest, binding his arms to his back, and he twists as Marc slips within him, leaning over his back and chuckles, "Bondage isn't so bad, is it, Love?"
#36 - Market
"No, Love... I didn't buy lube when I went to the supermarket because... because you just shouldn't put stuff like that on a fucking grocery list!"
#37 - Technology
"Damn toaster oven," Amadé hisses as he taps it with his finger, frowning and looking over his shoulder at Marc, "I'm technologically challenged, come off it."
#38 - Gift
"Happy birthday, Love," Marc says, holding out a box wrapped in blue paper as they sit on the futon quietly together, and Amadé smiles, gently taking one ribbon in his fingers and pulling with a delicate hand that one would use when touching champagne glasses.
#39 - Smile
When Amadé smiles, it seems to brighten Marcus' day just a bit more, mainly because it's like having an angel look at you with a tenderness that is unmatched.
#40 - Innocence
Amadé squeezes his eyes shut as he lies upon the bed with his head heavy against the pillows, his mind thoroughly wondering whether Marcus really deserves a lover who has lost his innocence one too many times.
#41 - Completion
There is a feeling of completion as Marc lays atop of him, head on the pillow and still submerged within him, their skin clinging together with the sheets by means of sweat.
#42 - Clouds
Marc hears Amadé chuckle softly and point ot the sky as they lie upon their backs, "I think that cloud looks like... like a cat, what about you?"
#43 - Sky
"Don't you ever wish that... that the sky wasn't so far away from our reach, Marc?"
#44 - Heaven
Amadé runs his fingers through his hair, shutting his eyes and holding the rosary beads loosely between his fingers, and that is when Marc knows they contrary to what everyone says, that man is not going to Hell, but to Heaven.
#45 - Hell
Amadé sighs as he holds tightly to Marcus' arm and says "Will we really go to hell because we love each other?"
#46 - Sun
When the snlight streams into their bedroom and onto their bodies as they take a small afternoon nap together, curled up back to front and satisfied with one another's company.
#47 - Moon
His skin is so pale, and is practically porcelain white as he lies in the moonlight, eyes glazed a honey gold color and skin glistening with an after-sex mixture of sweat, semen, saliva and lubricant.
#48 - Waves
Amadé takes off his sneakers and rolls up his jeans, running into the waves and worrying Marc as the rolls of water crash against his legs, causing him to stumble every once in a while.
#49 - Hair
"Love, I suggest you cut your hair because... well... it doesn't exactly make for the most comfortable foreplay in the world."
#50 - Supernova
Amadé has never been so intrigued with anything more in his life as he reads about the supernova, the explosion of a star, and it sort of reminds him of how Marc tends to end sex.