Moody music drabbles

…Moody drabbles…
1. Dead by April – Last Goodbye
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Hoody gently threaded his fingers through the masked man’s thick, brown hair. He traced the outlines of those gorgeous sideburns and smiled. Masky however kept his gaze away from Hoody’s, refusing to look at him. The hooded man pressed his lips to the pair on the mask, waiting for him to return the kiss –which he never did. Hoody let out an irritated sigh. Masky’s foggy eyes seemed fixated on a spot above the hooded figure’s shoulder but said man didn’t bother turning around. Instead he gently placed a hand behind his masked partner’s head and wrapped his arm around his waist so he could pull him into his lap. Masky stayed quiet. Hoody felt something warm drip on his hand but kept stroking the masked man’s hair.
The silver gun lay near Alex’s unconscious body. As Hoody starred at the gaping, bloody hole in the white mask, the reality sunk in brutally.
He couldn’t stop his tears and screams anymore.

2. Breaking Benjamin – Diary of Jane
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The adrenaline was rising uncontrollably in Masky’s body as he kept on running, hearing Hoody’s footsteps following his. He knew Alex wasn’t too far behind either. It was yet another chase between them and the one they qualified of ‘crazed monster’. He grabbed his partner’s gloved hand and turned into the woods on their right. Alex followed. He was fast and quite agile for someone who spent most of the time locked up in a house… But still he wasn’t as fast as them. They knew the woods and it’s every traps and hideouts. Very soon they distanced Alex who was slowed down by all the branches laying on the ground.
He gave up on the chase after falling headfirst in a puddle of muddy water.
After about 10 minutes they stopped and found their way towards the abandoned hospital. Hoody let out a sigh and sat with his back against the wall.
When Masky sat next to him he earned a punch to the chest for putting them in danger again and a soft kiss on the forehead for getting them out of it. Again.

3.  Katy Perry – Hot ‘ n ’ Cold
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Hoody sighed and rubbed the bruise on his forearm. He and Masky had a quite… Special relation. Well, in fact it was all because of Masky.
He was someone smart, really, smart and sweet. But sometimes he acted different… Violent. Brutal. Dominant. Especially when they were… Well… Doing ‘it’… Or when He was near. Masky would yell at him, hit him, he even beat him up once. Hoody still had the scar on his left cheek from when Masky had tried to plunge that knife into his skull…
That had terrified him for sure.
But then the other Masky came up to him. The sweet and careful one. The one who held Hoody tight into his lap, shaking, sobbing, repeating over and over how sorry he was, wiping the wound gently with a cloth until it wasn’t bleeding anymore.
That was how Masky was, and that was why Hoody loved him.


4. Celldweller – Louder than Words
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Hoody gasped and squeezed Masky’s hand, feeling another wave of heat and pleasure wash over him.
Trust had grown between them, to a point where they couldn’t go on without each other. They were like two puzzle pieces; once they were put together they couldn’t go without the other. Separation was one of the hardest experience they could go through by now.
Masky’s hands moved lower to Hoody’s waist and pulled him closer.
But trust wasn’t the only thing. There was lust, too. A torturing need of contacts and touches, forbidden desires burning through both bodies… That was another reason they needed one another; an intoxication of pure, heated lust.
Hoody’s moans were getting louder by the minute, not that Masky’s weren’t either…
Getting together was also a way of finding new feelings…  Comfort; security… Those were very new to them, especially after so many years of isolation. They had forgotten the past and walked towards a new part of their story, making each other stronger but depending, more determined but less resistant…
They spent the rest of the night curled up together under a thin blanket, anxiously waiting for dawn and it’s load of fresh new problems.

5.  DJs from Mars feat Fragma – INSANE (IN DA BRAIN)
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Masky’s mind was reeling, spinning, exploding uncontrollably. Hoody’s touch was everywhere on him, soft; rough; hot; scratching or caressing alternatively... His breath barely caught enough oxygen when he managed to take one. His mouth was letting out loud cries of delight every single second, all he could do was grab at Hoody and beg for him. His partner kept going on, mouth latching on Masky’s, his neck, chest, stomach, jaw; everywhere on his pale strong body. He felt Hoody grind down against him and moaned, shoving his hips upwards against him.
Ah, he surely could make up for everything he did with just a few things. He could make him forget practically anything, from the stolen pills to the paranoia he was affected by. And he was grateful to him for it.
Hoody slowed down a little, letting Masky breathe correctly then paused, asking him what was to happen next. His hood had been peeled up so his mouth was free from any restriction. Masky set his mask aside and tenderly kissed his partner.
Ah, the mask…
He forgot that, too. Just for one night, he forgot it.