A shivery breath in. They can't read each other's minds, but they can feel each other. Daniel knows it. There's no uncertainty now, in this space where he understands the universe. He feels Armand, he feels this thing that binds them, a metaphysical body part existing in two beings at once. He feels the pull, and he likes it. Curls his presence around it, lets himself be pulled deeper, and knows it's stitching them ever closer.

Maybe that's why the sex is so good. Less about sex (though, a lot about sex, still), more about the sledgehammer complement to this beautiful thread.

Daniel winds his arms around Armand. A sense of possession, a sense of wanting to be possessed. This monster made him. Armand looked into him and saw that he had accidentally been born a person, and fixed him. By making him a monster, too.

Oh, that's kind of a question, huh.

"Yeah?"

Everyone's favorite word. There's a smile in it.