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Andrew found himself again, thinking about Aesop. He had kissed him. But why? He lay on his bed, it was old and uncomfortable but it would have to last him until he had the money for a new one, even if it would be a long time from then.
It had been another week or two since their last meeting, yet Andrew found himself longing to return, he didn’t know why, it wasn’t like he thought Aesop cared for him anyway.
The red-eyed man had been trying to stretch his last paycheck as far as it would go, he’d been eating less as an attempt to save money, the townspeople had probably rejoiced in his scarce appearances, they wouldn’t have to look upon his scarred and cursed body. As a result of this, he’d found himself sleeping more, he didn’t have to eat, nor did he feel hungry while asleep.
He was soon ripped from his mind and his stray thoughts by a knock on his door, he was sure that it was just the village children, they’d often dared each other to knock at the door of the town’s monster. He moved himself around, now sitting on the edge of his bed to face the front door. There were no windows near the front, so he couldn’t tell who it was. He heard light footsteps but he couldn’t tell where the mystery visitor was going. Soon enough he heard one of his slightly-broken windows slide open. He rushed to grab his shovel from near the front door.
“..W-Who’s there?!”
He had his shovel held up, ready to swing at the intruder.
“It’s me, Andy”
Andy? They’d met once, twice if you include the time where he’d been stabbed by the other man. It was most definitely too early for nicknames.. he thought.. but when he had heard the name leave Aesop’s lips he felt.. warm. The same warmth he’d felt while sitting next to him, though he’d rather not remember the way Aesop was intensely staring at him while he’d slept.
Aesop closed the window, brushing himself off, he looked far too fancy to be climbing through windows Andrew thought, he looked to be in his work attire, which was still more presentable than his Sunday bests.
“Why did you go through the window, how do you know where I- ..!”
The grey-haired man had moved further towards him, pulling the face mask down to rest below his chin before pushing Andrew to the nearest wall and starting to passionately kiss him.
Andrew was surprised at the strength Aesop had, but more surprised about the fact that Aesop had for starters, broken into his home, pushed him against his wall and kissed.. well was kissing, someone as unlovable as himself. Surely Aesop had felt all the scars on his face, the way they felt and looked different to the rest of his pale complexion, the way the one on his cheek was raised above the rest of his skin.
The shorter man broke the kiss to guide Andrew back to his bed, he laughed to himself under his breath as he imagined Andrew getting lightheaded because of this, he’d surely never have experienced anything like it. He laid on top of him, pushing the albino down onto the mattress, his head landing on the somewhat-deflated pillows while his body managed to be halfway off the bed. The feel of Aesop, the way his body was pressed against his… he’d definitely have to repent after this. Before he knew it, Aesop continued, his lips were so soft compared to Andrew’s own.
Though he wouldn’t admit it, Aesop had been thinking about this for a while, he’d wanted to show devotion to Andrew, they’d only met on a few occasions but he knew for certain that Andrew was by far the most beautiful man he’d even laid his eyes (and now his body, though he’d never done that to anyone before) on. He hoped that one day in the future, no matter how solemn it was, that he’d get to embalm him. He couldn’t help but want to be with Andrew, he wanted to feel his embrace on more occasions than this one. His heart still couldn’t decide if he hated or loved this man though, he was gorgeous, yet, he’d sold his precious work to scum that were going to do nothing more than take it all apart, he could practically envision the ‘researchers’ undoing all of his efforts to re-sculpt the previous form of the individual he’d embalmed, to him it didn’t matter if it was for science or not.
All of their thoughts started to slip away soon enough though, both of them were fully focused on each other.
Out of all the things he would do that day, Andrew definitely was not expecting this. He didn’t want to admit that he was enjoying this, at least a little; the way that Aesop at least seemed like he cared about him, the caring way he’d pulled his hair back out of his face and the way that contrasted with how he was tugging at his hair while he kissed him.
After a while, Aesop pulled his own face away and sat up, albeit, still on Andrew, but he didn’t want to be too intense (though it was a little late for that) on the other, Andrew had rarely felt the touch of another, let alone been kissed like this, and Aesop knew this, at least presumed based on the gossip and rumors from townspeople he’d happened to pass while out shopping. The grey-eyed man was at least a little concerned for Andrew, his face was a bright red, maybe he should have been a little bit more gentle.
“Are you alright, Andrew?” The albino nodded, though, he himself wasn’t quite sure if he was. He felt loved, yet a little nauseated. His first kiss.. He couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it, he thought it was going to be with.. Well.. A woman, a woman who loved him, a woman who he would marry. The opposite of a man, a man who he wasn’t sure even cared about him, a man that he didn’t see any future with. Would God hate him after this? One one hand, he felt bad, though not knowing Aesop’s intentions, he didn’t particularly feel like Aesop has malicious intent for him, yet on the other, he may have single handedly ruined Andrew’s life, God already hated him enough, he could tell by the way he had been ‘cursed’ since birth, yet this was making everything worse for him.
The taller of the two got up, though he didn’t make it past the bedside before stumbling. It was apparent to Aesop that this was all too much for him. “Kreiss..?” The other’s words sounded far away, washed out but he wasn’t sure by what.
That was the last thing he could remember before waking up, back on his bed.