Seduced by song (marcus) - Dima's Appartment

He laughs softly, "Featuring the violin... accompanied by the guitar." he teases his fingers already beginning to pick pick out the opening notes of the guitar. His teasing is all good natured it would seem as his fingers move to play what Marcus had requested. Sitting cross legged in the bed, guitar propped against one knee. He played eyes never once leaving Marcus.

The violin sings across the strings as Dima begins the melody. Like Dima's his eyes remain fixed on the naked man, playing this song solely for him. He moves closer to the man, kneeling on the bed next to him without missing a beat, transitioning smoothly from one key to the next.

They played until the song came to it's natural end. "My song repeated back to me.." he whispered his fingers dancing over the guitar strings still, plucking idle chords. A lazy happy smile upon his features. "You have had your one song will it ever be enough?" he asked his dark eyes smiling up at Marcus.

Marcus smiles, reaching out a hand to caress Dima's cheek sensually, then leans over to place a gentle kiss against his forehead "As long as there is any life in my body Dima, the music we make will always flow." He smiles shyly before turning to set the violin carefully in its case. He returns to the bed, slipping beneath the covers and watches Dima with deeply affectionate eyes.

The guitar was put away into the case, which was set up against the wall where it would come to no harm.

With that Dima crawled into bed, and switched off the bed side light. The room was pitch dark, but soon the sun would be rising, and they would would sleep. Scooting closer to Marcus, he wraps his arms protectively around him.

Marcus cuddles closely, sighing in contentment against Dima's powerful chest, inhaling the scent of the soap wafting from his body. He closes his eyes, pressing a kiss into the thick muscular pecs, whispering softly, almost too quietly to hear "Thank you fairy godmother..." he says with a smile.

"If I am your fairy godmother we are both in trouble." Dima replied his hands sliding over Marcus's body holding him. Comforting him, making him feel safe and loved.

Marcus laughs lightly, definetly feeling the love and safety "You are what she sent to me. Along with a pair of glass slippers, and a bunch of field mice who turned into horses..."

"Don't put me on a pedestal Marcus... all the further there is for me to fall." he murmured.

He smiles, snuggling closer to the man "Perhaps, but for now, let's just cuddle and enjoy what we have found here. Worry about pedestals tomorrow" There is no anger or worry or fear in his voice, just quiet contentment.

With that the sun rose and they were both lost to the day sleep wrapped in one anothers arms. Dima slept, longer then Marcus, so after the sun set, he would waken to Dima's still dead arms wrapped around him.