So uhh... Fane. Yes... He wonderful and I love everything about him. Honestly I do. SO this little bit came to my mind at 5 in the morning and my sleep-deprived mind demanded I write it down while it was tsill there and I did so uhh... Enjoy! Little Markus finally gets some time underfoot. AN duhh... I really, really love Fane. He's perfect and I honestly just want to grab hold of his hand and hold it forever. Please help.

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Unworthy Pursuits

“Really… Your borderline animalistic desires do not bother me.” Fane said. “They do however make me wonder exactly what it is that compelled me to grow such a troubling fondness for you.” The skeleton shook his head as one of his boots gently tapped on the ground. “Well, lie down then I suppose. I’m certain you’ll keep pestering me until I indulge your freakish desires anyway.”

Feeling both grateful and apologetic the human nevertheless nodded and lay down on the floor before the eternal’s towering boots. He took a deep breath and had just enough presence of mind to hear Fane muttering something about the whole affair to himself.

The little human felt a sudden rush as air was displaced by Fane’s rising boot. It lifted off the ground moved just a little forward and gently lowered itself just enough to force Markus against the sole of it.

A confused “Huh…” Came from up above and the little guy felt the pressure increase just a little. “Curious…” Fane remarked and once again took out his notebook and wrote something in it; that something being far outside of Markus’ reach. The giant then leaned forward looking down at the human who was situated rather neatly beneath his foot. “Do you know, this isn’t half-bad.” He remarked in a rather cheerful tone as he began rolling the human back and forth along the floor with the tip of his boot. “It is still a rather crude way of showing affection but who am I to deny you the pleasure of groveling at the feet of your betters, little guy?”

As those words left Fane’s mouth he saw too tiny hands emerge from under the tip of his footwear and wrap around it in some sort of hug, eliciting a chuckle.

“Ah wonderful, I bet are thinking of me pressing down just a little harder and turning you into a stain as flat as that one unfortunate fellow we crushed with a crate.” The skeleton paused as he could distinctly imagine the excited nod that Markus would always give to the weirdest of question. “You are, aren’t you?” He shook his head in a mixture of disgust and disbelief disbelief. “Never… Not even once since my awakening to this new world of yours have I even for a second considered the fact that I would indulge in something as inane as this.” He put his notebook away and leaned back in his seat, relaxing a little. “Go ahead and give it a few licks or something.” The skeleton urged nudging the tiny with his boot again. “Is that what you wish to hear?”

Not even daring to voice his opinion just yet, the little thing looked up, the vast expanse of the worn, dirty sole stretching over him. And he, as easily compelled by Fane’s words as he was, hesitated for but a few seconds before reaching upwards and placing his first lick on the bottom of his companion’s enormous shoe.

“Ugh…” Fane grunted in distaste and then sighed, his expression softening a little as he heard the quiet, muffled moans coming from down below. “Anything else I should kn- Actually no. Do keep it yourself for now, I don’t think I am ready to handle another revelation just yet.” He paused for a few moments and stared on as he felt the tiniest of motions beneath his foot, he didn’t even need to see to know for certain that Markus was indeed quite literally licking at the sole of his boot. “How could you possibly enjoy demeaning yourself so utterly?! Don’t you creatures have any dignity?!” He demanded and then calmed himself almost immediately. “Heavens… Surely this is just you? I have seen many of your kind with questionable compulsions but this… this is just…”

“Please…” Came a meek call from below.

“Pardon?” Fane raised a skeletal brow plate as he leaned forward with a somewhat confused expression.

“Please relax, Fane.” Little Markus’ head poked from beneath the boot as he smiled up at his enormous friend. “I… I wouldn’t want this with anybody else but you and I just… Perhaps it’s a bit of a tall order but I… I wonder if you can enjoy this too to an extent? It is… It is just my way of showing how much I trust you, respect you and-“

“Oh please.” The skeleton responded ‘rolling his eyes’. “As if I didn’t know that already. But… I suppose I can live with this desire of yours. Might as well.” He faked a sigh. “Well go ahead then, run your tongue along the dusty old shoe and lick it clean or some such…” A single skeletal hand waved about dismissively in the air. “You’ve got another one waiting for you right afterwards.”

Markus chuckled softly and nodded, his head disappearing beneath the boot once again. And once it did Fane shook his head with a faint hint of what could be a smile evident in his rigid features. This activity was crude, primitive, disgusting and completely nonsensical but perhaps… Perhaps Fane could grow to appreciate it. Certainly not to the extent the little troublemaker likely did but there was something oddly amusing about the whole thing, something that Fane found himself beginning to enjoy just a little bit.

“Do make sure you don’t leave too many spots. If you’re going to bother me with this, you’ll have to at least make it worth my while.” With those words the eternal leaned back, taking out a book, flipping it open and picking up where he left off last time. His eyes running along the lines of text, fingers flipping through pages and mind at work while Markus occupied himself with far less worthy pursuits. At least he was passionate about it, Fane reasoned with a shrug.