Kapitel 17: Chapter Eight
Ivan kissed him again before allowing Corbin to push him down flat against the mattress. Soon they were rid of all clothing, Ivan letting Corbin have every bit of control. Secretly Ivan enjoyed when Corbin dominated him in bed. It was a side Ivan didn't get to experience often and when he did, he was filled with a different kind of excitement.
Ivan moaned when Corbin swallowed him whole, his hips automatically thrusting upward the slightest bit. Ivan bit his lip and closed his eyes as all feeling became overwhelming. Corbin slowly worked his way up Ivan's body, teasing his nipples with the right amalgamation of teeth and tongue, before arriving at his lips. He loved Ivan's lips. He kissed him in a euphoric dream, smiling as Ivan moaned louder as he pushed himself inside Ivan's slicked body. Corbin watched Ivan's face as he continued the sweet torture of their union, memorizing Ivan's face, his sounds, each and every shuddering ripple that coursed through his body. He smiled as he made a realization. He was looking at Ivan in a new light. No longer was he afraid of losing Ivan to his past. That part of him was really and truly gone. No longer was he worried that Ivan would leave him. He knew he had much to work out, just as he knew that it wouldn't always be easy traveling. But he smiled in a happiness that he never thought he'd feel, full of a love he never thought he deserved. He knew that their lives with each other were only just beginning, and excitement filled him at what was to come.
They lay in bed that night, tangled within each other, trailing lazy kisses along shoulders and lips. Corbin smiled to himself, feeling loved and safe. "Ivan...can I tell you something?"
"You can always tell me anything, my love," he replied, his voice soft and quiet against the comfortable silence they lay in.
"I've been thinking and...well...with as much pain that I've gone through in my life...if in knowing that if I had to do it again it would lead me to you...I would. I'd do it all again. Because if not going through it meant that at the end of it I wouldn't have you...it wouldn't be worth it." Corbin kissed him gently, tears gently falling down his face. Ivan swiped them away and smiled, the lump too big in his throat to speak. "I love you so much, Ivan. Thank you for loving me. And not giving up on me."
"Loving you is the easiest, most natural thing I do aside from breathing. It never wavers. It never stops. I love you, Corbin McCallum."
Corbin smiled as he kissed the one person he'd ever loved. "I love you, too. So much. I love you."
At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sage's way and tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in arrogant self-reliance an age ago, and in that act a prayer for one more chance went up so earnest. Instinct with better light let in by death that life was blotted out not so completely, but scattered wrecks enough of it to remain dim memories, as now it seems once more the goal is in sight again.
AN:
The note Corbin wrote to Ivan is actually not mine. Full credit to Chris Carter as it is monologues from The X-Files. The poem at the end of part two is also not mine. Full credit to Robert Browning as it is an excerpt from 'Paracelsus'.
I'm considering adding more to this story. But for now, this is the end. I hope you enjoyed it.
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