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They ended up in Grian’s dorm, because where else would they go? Grian had gotten Scar his new clothes, had gotten himself his coffee, and he had absolutely no desire to bring the man to an IKEA to get him a bed or dresser or anything else. So, Grian had shoved Scar back in his car, and had driven both of them back to his dorm, turning on the radio when Scar had tried to talk to him.
That had, unsurprisingly, entertained the King for the rest of the car ride, and Grian got a headache trying to drag him out of the car once they were at his dorm, but it was a small price to pay for the contented feelings of Contentedness, joy, curiosity bubbling up in his chest as Scar listened to the radio.
Grian wouldn't admit it, but he himself felt a pang of loss when he had to drag Scar physically out of the car and into his dorm, the pouting, wide-eyed visage of the other man burned into his brain.
And now that they finally were in Grian’s dorm, the bags of clothes on the floor and Snow White playing on the tv, Grian found himself staring at Scar, Gem’s words running through his head.
She had thought Scar was his boy-toy, his boyfriend, the man he was fucking, and as much Grian would like it to not be be that way, with the way Scar violated him on such a deep level, he found himself…drawn to the man, for lack of a better term.
He had been drawn to Scar when the King was just a portrait on the wall, when he was a smear of paint and gloss on a wooden background. Grian had loved Scar in the way he had always denied himself loving another, because the painting hadn’t had parents to rat him out to, because paintings counden’t call him weird for liking other guys. But now Scar was alive, in the flesh, and Grian’s so very fucking gay for him.
He likes the lean contour of Scar’s body, the way his hair was smooth and sleek, the way he ever so faintly smelled like roses -and gosh did Grian’s face burn at the acknowledgement he had been analyzing what Scar had smelled like.
And he hated it, as much as he loved it.
Grian leaned over the counter separating the living room sort of area from the kitchen, watching Scar as he sang along to the disney songs, stumbling behind the words and messing up but overall just…having a good time, and wondered if he really could fault the man for wanting to be a person again.
Scars lips had looked so kissable in the portrait, and Grian wondered if they were as soft as they seemed. If they tasted as sweet as Scar smelled. He would never ask to kiss him, of course, since the other man had told him that his Grian had been “his best friend, not his lover”, but he couldn't keep his thoughts from straying into dangerous territory.
Wondering if that wrinkled nose was really disappointment instead of disgust, for example. Getting his hopes up when he shouldn't.
Grian sighed, a soft little thing that wasn’t loud enough to catch the King’s attention, and as he watched Scar threw up his hands in delight as Snow White was kissed by her Prince Charming, excitement pulsing through their bond. It was cute, and he smiled slightly.
A few seconds later, Scar looked over at him, and Grian schooled his face back into a mask of neutrality, hoping that the other man hadn’t seen him smiling. Grian was still mad at him, after all, and he also had no desire to alert the other of his attraction.
However, something must have alerted Scar, because the King stood up and moved over to Grian, moving around the couch gracefully.
“Hey!” Scar said brightly, and Grian closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, and opened his eyes again to look at the other man.
“Scar.” He greeted the other man, perhaps a little cooly, but the other man didn’t seem to mind, focusing on Grian’s face instead of his words.
“You’re blushing.” He said, and immediately Grian shook his head.
“No I’m not.” He refuted, but Scar clearly didn’t believe him.
“You are!” He insisted, and then froze. “Is it because of me?”
He looked almost eager, hungry, and their bond sang with yes yes yes . He wanted Grian to say he was blushing because of him, for some inexplicable reason.
“No.” Grian shook his head, but managed to give himself away because of the bond between them. Embarrassment, attraction, yes it said, and Scar smiled wide and bright.
“You are!” He crowed, and crowded closer, close enough that Grian could feel the heat radiating off of his body. His hands raised, enough so that Grian felt like he was being boxed in, and Scar set them on Grian’s shoulders.
“I shouldn't be blushing because of you.” Grian spat out, and Scar tilted his head, blinking his green, green eyes beatifically.
“Why not?” He asked, his voice lilting with a repressed smile, and Grian shot a glare at him.
“Because you bound us together permanently? Because You violated me on the deepest level? Because you admitted that I was just your best friend, and not your lover?” Grian responded, unable to keep the hurt and bitterness out of his voice. Scar stepped backwards, something flashing across his face before he responded.
“That’s because you never agreed with my feelings.” He said with a strange calmness to his voice. “You said it wasn’t proper , that someone like me shouldn't be loved by someone like you.” He stepped forwards, forcing Grian backwards until his spine hit the wall behind him.
“You- what?” Grian stuttered, and Scars lip curled.
“I loved you.” He got out, his eyes flashing in the light as he moved. “I always loved you. I would have killed for you, you know?” He moved forwards, right up against Grian. His hands pressed against Grian’s shoulders, pushing him into the wall even more.
“But you… You looked so disgusted by the prospect of-”
“Of what? Loving you?” Scar shook his head. “I would never be disgusted by that.”
Grian bit his lip, and noticed how Scar’s eyes went hungry with desire at the action.
“I shouldn't.” He said, and what he shouldn't do went unspoken. He shouldn't love Scar, shouldn't be thinking of kissing him. Shouldn't, shouldn't, shouldn't.
“But you could.” Scar’s voice was honey-sweet, tempting, and Grian had known him for less than two days. Still, it drew him in, bolstered by the link between their souls.
He didn’t make the first move, couldn't, everything holding him back, but Scar had no such qualms. Slowly, so very agonizingly slowly, the other leaned in, and his lips brushed against Grian’s.
“Is this okay?” Scar breathed, just before he kissed Grian, and really, Grian should say no. Should pull away, and forget that this had ever happened. But his heart was pounding, and he wanted this in the way he wanted very few things.
“Yeah.” Grian murmured, and that was enough. Scar pressed that extra couple of millimeters forwards, and his lips tasted just as sweet as Grian imagined they would. Gently, Scar cupped Grian’s face with one hand, an imitation of what he had done the night before, kissing him for long enough that Grian started to feel lightheaded.
When they parted, both Grian and Scar’s chests were heaving from the lack of oxygen, but there was satisfaction curling in Grian’s belly. He wasn’t sure if it was from him or from Scar, but he didn’t care.
Scar smiled at him, licking his lips like a cat with a belly full of cream.
“Was that good?” He asked, a little curl to his lips, clearly already knowing Grian’s answer. Grian nodded, and tugged Scar down into another kiss.
This one was shorter, fieryer, but somehow just as sweet as the first. When they pulled apart, Scar’s lips were red and plush, the kind of red and plush you only got from kissing someone else.
Grian’s mouth was dry at the sight, and his eyes followed the line of Scar’s throat as the other man swallowed.
He wanted more, he wanted to tug the King into his bedroom and throw his stupid clothes onto the floor, and continue this in his bed, but logically he knew he shouldn't do so.
“Do you want-” He cut himself off, and Scars thumb gently rubbing circles on his cheek. He swallowed, then made himself continue his thought. “Do you want to move this somewhere else?”
Logic, he mused, was something for people who didn’t have a centuries-dead King drag himself out of a cursed portrait and then bind their souls together.
However, this is where Scar hesitated, and Grian caught the quickest hint of Nervousness, hesitation, are you sure?
“You don’t want to take it slow?” Scar asked, and Grian furrowed his eyebrows, flexing his fingers where they were tangled in Scar’s shirt. He wasn’t sure. He liked the kissing, and he found the man objectively attractive, but he didn’t know if he wanted to take it further than that. He shook his head, and Scar sighed, his breath warm against Grian’s skin and smelling of caramel.
“Silly birdy.” He murmured, tilting Grian’s head slightly and kissing him again. “Getting all caught up in the moment. We’ll take it slow, and see where it goes from there.”
Grian smiled into the kiss, a small thing but he knew Scar felt it, and broke away for just long enough to speak.
“Sure thing, Scar.” He said, and really, it was the best outcome he could have hoped for. He leaned in for another kiss, and silently decided that he would do his best to give the King a chance.