Foxx glared, but lifted first one foot and then the other, allowing Harlow to take his boots off and remove his snowsuit. Straightening up, Harlow kept taking things off the vampire.
Foxx frowned when Harlow tugged off his last sweater. Leaving the man standing there in just his many pairs of long underwear. “What are you doing?””
He removed a few more layers before saying, “Comforting you.” With a smirk, he pulled off the last long underwear top, leaving Foxx’s chest bare. His smirk became slightly tense as he tried to not stare at the various cross burn marks marring Foxx’s body. They littered his chest. It wasn’t that he found them disgusting, he himself was heavily scarred…it was just that they infuriated him.
Wrapping his arms around his bare chest with a shiver, Foxx snapped, “How does taking my clothes off and making me cold comfort me?!”
Harlow frowned when he realized the vampire was actually trying to cover up some of the cross marks. “What are you doing?”
Foxx blinked. “That’s…that’s what I just asked you,” the man mumbled, sounding confused.
“Put your arms down.”
Foxx stared, his eyes widening just a touch. “Why?”
“Because you have nothing to hide.”
“They are…ugly.”
“Foxx, do I look like someone who would care about scars?”
“Your expression changed.”
Harlow sighed, rubbing his hand over his jaw and through his beard. “It wasn’t because I thought they were disgusting. Well, they are—WAIT!” he shouted, when Foxx’s face fell. “Before you get upset, I meant disgusting as in what they represent and how they got there is disgusting. Not that the scars themselves look disgusting.”
“You…don’t even know what happened,” Foxx said softly, eyes avoiding his.
“I know, based on what I know about you, that the only way the priest could have possibly managed to do all that was if you couldn’t fight back. That tells me enough about the kind of person he was. And you are right, my expression did change. But not because I was disgusted at seeing them on you. It’s because they made me angry. All of this has made me so fucking angry, Foxx.”
Foxx glanced up, eyes slightly glossy. “Why?”
Harlow’s head cocked. “Because they took you and they hurt you, when they had no right to.” He held back from saying, ‘because you are mine’. Harlow wasn’t sure why, but something told him he shouldn’t. He also had a vague memory of Tony telling him that he couldn’t just claim people like they were things. Something about not callingdibson people…
His brow pinched when the vampire frowned and started to look very confused. Which, in turn, made Harlow feel confused. As he wasn’t sure why his answer would confuse someone.
“Does anyone really have a right to hurt someone else?”
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. Some people just deserve a punch in the face, or worse, if you asked him. “And you can’t tell me you don’t think the same.”
Foxx chuckled softly. “I suppose you are right…”
Harlow cleared his throat, and slowly reached down. Lightly grasping Foxx’s hands, he lowered the man’s arms away from his body. “No scar is going to deter me. I want you.”
Foxx’s cheeks reddened slightly as he asked, “Do you? Even if I’m broken?”
“Being fully intact is overrated.”
The vampire took a shuddered breath, and when he spoke there was a slight return of his spark. “Prove it, old man.”
“Gladly, brat,” Harlow growled.
Scooping him up, he slammed his mouth onto Foxx’s roughly, invading the crevice and caressing his fangs. Foxx whimpered, returning his kiss just as fiercely.
* * *
Foxx cried out,his mind was completely blank as Harlow slammed into him again and again from behind, the man’s hands firmly on his hips. His mind floating was probably the only reason he didn’t feel sticky, despite the cum splattered all over his body, and the amount dripping from his ass.
Foxx was tired though. His body was just laying there, taking all that Harlow could give, without putting in much effort.
