Armand is funny sometimes. A fucked up theater kid.
Every bitter argument, every awkward overture of peace, there was always something. Something. A deeper thread stitched somewhere unbelievable. Now this strange thing they've sewn together is being flipped over and exposed, and all the handiwork holding them together is right here, and Daniel is marveling at it.
Just a touch of cleanup while he grabs something. Kept in the bathroom, a half-guilty purchase. (Daniel is straight and he doesn't fuck men anymore, Daniel is single and even though both women he married were as adventurous as he was, he just isn't doing much anymore, he's content enough with is lot in life, Daniel is, is, is, a bunch of shit he should be embarrassed for pretending.)
Less guilt, when he returns. The sight of Armand waiting for him like that, reaching, makes heat and affection flood him like being dunked in hot water. He should run the other fucking way from an ancient creature with arms extended towards him, claws and fangs and inhuman amber eyes. Daniel's hands find his, back in the bed, climbing to meet him and press another kiss to his mouth, flickers of his expression as he goes both shy and elated.
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Every bitter argument, every awkward overture of peace, there was always something. Something. A deeper thread stitched somewhere unbelievable. Now this strange thing they've sewn together is being flipped over and exposed, and all the handiwork holding them together is right here, and Daniel is marveling at it.
Just a touch of cleanup while he grabs something. Kept in the bathroom, a half-guilty purchase. (Daniel is straight and he doesn't fuck men anymore, Daniel is single and even though both women he married were as adventurous as he was, he just isn't doing much anymore, he's content enough with is lot in life, Daniel is, is, is, a bunch of shit he should be embarrassed for pretending.)
Less guilt, when he returns. The sight of Armand waiting for him like that, reaching, makes heat and affection flood him like being dunked in hot water. He should run the other fucking way from an ancient creature with arms extended towards him, claws and fangs and inhuman amber eyes. Daniel's hands find his, back in the bed, climbing to meet him and press another kiss to his mouth, flickers of his expression as he goes both shy and elated.