bloodshot - an anthology

Grief,

12:45 am,

Julian's apartment,

Julian's p.o.v.,

     Julian chuckled as his lover traced his jawline in kisses. He ran his fingers through Lucius' hair, having to reach up and tug down slightly. Lucius grabbed Julian's chin and pulled upwards, forcing the redhead's neck at an impossible angle. He kissed and kissed, hungrily lapping up the saliva that dribbled down Lucius' chin. Julian smiled and chuckled softly. "I fuckin' love you, Lucy." He muttered, kissing the Brit's chin. Lucius looked down, smiling lovingly at Julian. "I love you too, Jewel." He said, kissing Julian again. 

     All of a sudden, Lucius was gone, Julian was alone in his apartment, and no one else there. He sat up, hugging his now-freezing chest at the spontaneous, biting cold in the room. He sighed, quickly feeling his face grow wet with the all-too familiar, warm feeling of tears running down his cheeks. 

     Julian sobbed, clutching the blanket like a life-line and he let everything out. He missed Lucius. He missed his scent, his warmth, his feeling, Julian missed Lucius. And he knew, that somewhere four states away, he missed him too.