Alexei Stukov (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
infestedadmiral) wrote2017-12-13 08:34 pm
infestedadmiral) wrote2017-12-13 08:34 pm
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[For PanzerSoldat] The Most [UN]Wonderful Time of the Year
He has felt it coming on for the last few weeks.
The tightness in the limbs on his left side....the random bouts of itching and an inability to get comfortable.
Stukov knows the signs now...an incoming molt is on its way. He hopes it will hold off until Reinhardt has those Christmas Market shifts he keeps talking about. It is highly unlikely as those are almost a month away...but a Terran can dream, even an infested one. There is a deep feeling of dread in his heart. He is disgusting when he molts-a tangle of peeling reptilian skin, oozing slime and split carapaces. If he is lucky, it will all be over in a little less than a week.
He hasn't told Reinhardt about it...and he feels a bit like a heel that he hasn't. There has been no reason to, really as it has not effected them yet and hopefully he could conceal it if he needed to. It only happened twice a year...that wasn't terribly intrusive, all things considered.
Still....still it was not something he looked forward to.
The itching and tightness are becoming more obvious and one day, on one of the days Reinhardt is scheduled to take leave and spend the next week with him...he starts peeling.
Well...well <I>CHERT</I>.
The tightness in the limbs on his left side....the random bouts of itching and an inability to get comfortable.
Stukov knows the signs now...an incoming molt is on its way. He hopes it will hold off until Reinhardt has those Christmas Market shifts he keeps talking about. It is highly unlikely as those are almost a month away...but a Terran can dream, even an infested one. There is a deep feeling of dread in his heart. He is disgusting when he molts-a tangle of peeling reptilian skin, oozing slime and split carapaces. If he is lucky, it will all be over in a little less than a week.
He hasn't told Reinhardt about it...and he feels a bit like a heel that he hasn't. There has been no reason to, really as it has not effected them yet and hopefully he could conceal it if he needed to. It only happened twice a year...that wasn't terribly intrusive, all things considered.
Still....still it was not something he looked forward to.
The itching and tightness are becoming more obvious and one day, on one of the days Reinhardt is scheduled to take leave and spend the next week with him...he starts peeling.
Well...well <I>CHERT</I>.
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When Reinhardt at last comes to bed, Alexei smiles warmly and he gives a soft, wistful sigh.
"Of course."
He immediately reached out his hand for his knight's.
"Anything with human skin is safe to touch."
Hold...kiss...anything like that. His extra limbs flutter when he links their fingers together. Stukov pulls the other man's knuckles to his lips and kisses each one before letting their linked hands rest on his chest, just enough away from any exposed molting.
"I'm...I'm so glad you are here. Thank you...for everything...for helping."
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Reinhardt grins and does his best to stay just on that human side. Press against it as much as he can, always snuggling. Making up for those long and lonely nights back at the castle.
His heart flutters at the kiss to his knuckles. "No. Thank you. Thank you for letting me in. Letting me help." He curls against Alexei's human side more. He'll be asleep, snoring in mere seconds. He never sleeps this quickly at the castle.
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The infested Terran holds fast to his love's hand as he drifts off to sleep, kissing the back of it and holding it to his chest.
It felt as though a tremendous burden had been lifted...that he could truly rest...and that for the first time in a long time, he drifted off into a deep and restful sleep.