Overkill
PG
"There's no reason to get touchy. All I'm saying is that maybe it was a bit overkill."
"The situation justified the retaliatory measures I took," he gritted out from under the cowl.
"Measures? Ah yes," Apollo replied blandly. "The forceful removal of his trachea and sinal cavities."
"Yes," Midnighter growled, his arms crossed defensively. "It serves as a pre-emptive warning to others."
"And also as a reason we will never be asked to another talk show." Said through a fond smile before a burst into bright laughter. "For God's sake, Mid, the host kissed me on the cheek."
Midnighter scowled.
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Scars
PG-13
The Bleed bathes them both in red light. Apollo's fingers run tenderly over ridges of old scar tissue. The man who owns the scars fights down combat reflexes and lies still, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
He hates when Apollo does this. Caresses each vicious trail as if it were sacred, as if it weren't ugly. He tries to force himself to relax but know the stiffness of his body betrays him. But. It makes Apollo happy. He lies still.
"I love each one," Apollo whispers, then kisses the first scar of many. Midnighter flinches, and instantly regrets it.
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Quiet Time
PG
Beneath them turns the world. Midnighter is half-asleep, watching dots of light on the dark continents beneath. He is vaguely aware that Apollo rubs gently at his neck and shoulders.
Apollo sighs, happy in this, the quiet time. He smiles as he looks out the window, not to Earth, but to the stars. Their beauty and light fill him like water in a cup, and he wishes it could flow into his lover the same way.
Jenny's voice. "Wake up you lot-- be in Junction in five. There's a situation."
They both sigh. And get up to save the world.
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