Title: Making Out
Author: Lilith (
lilithilien)
Fandom & Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Deniz Öztürk
Word Count: 350 words
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:I own absolutely nothing.
A/N: Just a silly little something I wrote when I should have been writing something else.
"Making out with Roman." Deniz cringes every time his father says that—and he says it often, like if he says it enough, Deniz will suddenly wake up and realise that kissing a guy is as sordid as Marian makes it sound.
But Deniz doesn't know a better name to use in its place. "Making love" sounds far too genteel for what he does with Roman, as if it should take place on a white canopied bed instead of Roman's rumpled sheets with folded laundry in the way, with soft music wafting through the air instead of Lena and Annette's bickering and Ingo—brave man—playing referee with snaps and whistles.
Imagining Marian saying that would be just as bad anyway, as bad as he imagines it would be if he was ever to tell him what it's really like, being with Roman. That what they do isn't making out, or even making love. It's so much more than that—it feels like it's making him over, making him something new, making him the person he should have been all along. Marian Öztürk would never in a million years understand that his son bends over gladly, that he feels most himself when his legs are spread wide and a man is lying between them. That he craves being filled so much that only Roman wanting him just as desperately spares him from begging. That he's learned to put his fingers where he'd never thought he would, and that when he puts his tongue there, that he can make Roman scream. That he has the most powerful erogenous zone on the back of his neck that he never would have discovered if Roman hadn't used his teeth. That his knees buckle when he sees that intense stare breaking through Roman's long lashes like sunlight through a thatch of trees, the intent determination creasing his face a promise that he'll devote himself as fully to loving Deniz as to perfecting an impossible spin.
Roman probably knows what to call this, Deniz thinks, whatever this is. He'll ask him when he sees him later. If they're not too busy making out.
**** The End ****
Author: Lilith (
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Fandom & Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Deniz Öztürk
Word Count: 350 words
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:I own absolutely nothing.
A/N: Just a silly little something I wrote when I should have been writing something else.
"Making out with Roman." Deniz cringes every time his father says that—and he says it often, like if he says it enough, Deniz will suddenly wake up and realise that kissing a guy is as sordid as Marian makes it sound.
But Deniz doesn't know a better name to use in its place. "Making love" sounds far too genteel for what he does with Roman, as if it should take place on a white canopied bed instead of Roman's rumpled sheets with folded laundry in the way, with soft music wafting through the air instead of Lena and Annette's bickering and Ingo—brave man—playing referee with snaps and whistles.
Imagining Marian saying that would be just as bad anyway, as bad as he imagines it would be if he was ever to tell him what it's really like, being with Roman. That what they do isn't making out, or even making love. It's so much more than that—it feels like it's making him over, making him something new, making him the person he should have been all along. Marian Öztürk would never in a million years understand that his son bends over gladly, that he feels most himself when his legs are spread wide and a man is lying between them. That he craves being filled so much that only Roman wanting him just as desperately spares him from begging. That he's learned to put his fingers where he'd never thought he would, and that when he puts his tongue there, that he can make Roman scream. That he has the most powerful erogenous zone on the back of his neck that he never would have discovered if Roman hadn't used his teeth. That his knees buckle when he sees that intense stare breaking through Roman's long lashes like sunlight through a thatch of trees, the intent determination creasing his face a promise that he'll devote himself as fully to loving Deniz as to perfecting an impossible spin.
Roman probably knows what to call this, Deniz thinks, whatever this is. He'll ask him when he sees him later. If they're not too busy making out.
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Second of all... you just completely turned me into guh. Or goo. Or something. Hang on a sec while I try to get coherency back... ok, trying now.
This was so lovely and perfect and makes me so happy it's insane. I don't know why you're always going on about how well I do Deniz when you've got this kind of handle on him yourself. I adore the confusion about the terminology. Not knowing what to call it while very much understanding that it's something out of the ordinary, but he'd never say that - god, yes, that's so Deniz.
I love the element of parallel with the words - making out, making love, and then this: it feels like it's making him over, making him something new, making him the person he should have been all along. Beautiful!! (And since I was just wondering if this play on words would even work in German... I'm happy to report that it would :D)
And oh god, the glimpses of what they do. *makes flaily hands* So hot. Guh. Did I say guh? I think I need to say guh again.
Also, HAHA, Roman is totally a screamer. Just for the record, if that happens to get used/mentioned in the silly fic I just started, I did have that planned before I read this, but I am very amused (though not surprised) that we have the same idea about him being vocal. *G*
And finally, I love this so much: That his knees buckle when he sees that intense stare breaking through Roman's long lashes like sunlight through a thatch of trees, the intent determination creasing his face a promise that he'll devote himself a fully to loving Deniz as to perfecting an impossible spin.
So lovely.
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And I'm completely chuffed that it works in German!
That is too funny about Roman being a screamer in your story. No worries -- I do think it's very cool to see how often our ideas about them intersect, but then you'll always bring up something new for me to think about. And agreed, it's not much of a stretch to think Roman would be vocal. ;)
Thank you for such an amazing comment -- I feel like I should've written a longer story to warrant it! Next time... ;)
Oops, noticed a typo in that last line you quoted ... I'll have to fix that in the morning.
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And secondly I just have to second Aldi here in that I love that 'making out' annoys Deniz, but that he doesn't know what else to call it--it's very much new to him completely (and that he's going to ask Roman--adorable! But of course Roman will distract him...heheehehe).
And how much do I love the little detail that when they're having sex, it's to the background of Lena and Annette and Ingo because that's so real vs the romantic making love notions.
Excuse me, I'll be over here imagining the rimming now...
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I'm so happy that you liked this! I am absolutely positive that Roman is a screamer, he's just not the type to hold anything in. Someday I need to write a proper smutty rimming fic, but that day is not today.
Heh. I bet Annette and Lena are only pretending to argue, I bet really they're listening at the door. I know I would be!
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It's so much more than that—it feels like it's making him over, making him something new, making him the person he should have been all along.
This makes me shiver, because it's just so utterly TRUE (and I don't normally abuse the capslock like this, but it feels appropriate here).
Also, how much do I love Deniz bottoming? There are no words for how perfect this fic is!
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Thank you so much! I'm beaming like mad now -- I'm so happy that you liked this so much!
*G* I love Deniz bottoming too. And Roman is such a top! (There was a recent interview with Dennis Grabosch where he admitted to reading some DeRo fanfic and hated that Roman was always the passive bottom, and I want to go, "No, here!" But I would never!)