"Do you trust me?"

"Of course..."

"Then let me do this, baby. Promise I won't go too far." Dylin looked at Scott, who lay in his arms.

"O-Okay..." Dylin smiled, kissing his forehead.

"Thank you, baby." It was late and they were supposed to be asleep, but a nightmare had woken Dylin and he woke Scott to ask him a favor that he knew wouldn't push his boundaries.

Dylin kissed Scott softly, tongue brushing over his lips as he shifted, laying Scott back on the bed. He hovered over Scott, fingers brushing up his sides as he pulled the tank top up. Pulling back, he yanked the tank top over Scott's head. Emerald met garnet, Scott opening his mouth.

"Dyl, what are you doing?" Dylin leaned down, kissing the tip of his nose.

"Trust me, Scott. You'll find out." Scott shivered ever so slightly, and Dylin pulled the blanket over them both, kissing Scott again. It wasn't heated, but it was sensual. Dylin's hands slid over Scott's chest, exploring every scar.

When he pulled back, Scott was panting softly. Dylin shifted, laying feathered kisses along Scott's jawline and down his neck.

Scott groaned softly, cupping Dylin's face and forcing him to look at him. "Dylin. What are you doing?"

"Fucking nightmare... It-" he cut himself off, shutting his eyes against the tears that had welled up. Inhaling shakily, he opened his eyes again, looking at Scott. "I can't lose you. I can't, I can't, I can't..." Scott wrapped his arms around Dylin, holding him close. "Everytime I close my eyes, the image is right there... I-I was gonna try to replace it. I'm scared, Scott. I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you... I'm so fucking scared that I might lose you and it kills me. The fucking image is right there, on the back of my eyelids and I can't get rid of it. So I was going to convince myself that it wasn't true, that it won't be true..." He sobbed into Scott's chest, and Scott stroked his back.

Shifting, Dylin sniffled, bloodshot eyes meeting Scott's before he ducked his head down. His lips pressed against the crook of Scott's neck, placing gentle kisses along his collarbone. Scott withered underneath him as he continued a path over his torso. He kissed every scar he came across in addition to kissing the randomest places.

When he finished, he moved back up to place his lips against Scott's. His hand cupped Scott's jaw, holding him in place. One of Scott's hands moved to cup the back of his neck, the other gliding up Dylin's arm to rest on his shoulder.

Dylin pulled back, resting his forehead against Scott's. "Thank you, Butterscotch. Thank you so much for letting me do that."

Scott smiled at him, locking gazes with him. "You're welcome, Dyl. Now, let's get back to sleep, yeah?" Dylin nodded, kissing him again before laying beside him. Scott slid the tank top back on before letting Dylin cuddle against his side. He carded his fingers through purple hair, kissing Dylin's forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Dyl."

So I decided to write something fluffy after so much angst in the Playlist Drabbles, and it still turned into somethin' angsty-ish. Oh, well.

-Immortal-trash389

Hiraethsyzygy38