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" A Very Dark Corner "Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Language, violence, angst…major angst (probably a bit more than my usual. Okay, a LOT more than my usual), sex… yaoi sex, that is. Pairings: 1x2 Summary: Duo Maxwell is anaspiring writer who
suddenly finds his lonely and dull life full of intrigue,romance,
and horror. " A Very Dark Corner " Chapter Three Tuesday mornings often filled Duo with dread, but it had been months since he had felt this reluctant to attend a therapy session. Even though he had fulfilled his homework assignment – twice, in fact – he knew that Wufei wouldn't be thrilled that Duo was dating a much younger man. He wasn't thrilled about it. When Heero had called him last night to confirm their date for tonight, Duo had been determined to cancel it, but the fact that the very sound of the young man's voice made him smile had him hesitating. Wufei had, after all, suggested that he try something casual. Something light. Surely dating a college student qualified. After writing his blog entry for the morning, Duo took a leisurely shower and then spent half an hour trying to decide what to wear. He wasn't quite sure how, but Wufei always managed to read into his choice of clothing and use it to divine his inner thoughts. Duo didn't want to provide the Chinese man with any extra ammunition. He eventually settled on a gray button up denim shirt, dark jeans, and a navy cardigan. He paired it with brown loafers and hoped that Wufei would assume that the casual yet conservative attire meant that Duo was feeling… casual yet conservative. Duo knew it was ridiculous to try to outmaneuver Wufei in this game, but he gave himself points for effort. When he arrived at Wufei's office on time he was greeted with surprise by the therapist. "You're on time." Duo smirked. "You told me to be." "I tell you to do a lot of things," Wufei muttered, "that doesn't mean that you ever do." He looked over Duo's attire and arched an eyebrow before ushering him inside. Duo sank into his usual chair and sighed. "What?" he demanded. "I didn't say anything – not even 'hm'," Wufei pointed out. "Yeah, but you arched an eyebrow at my clothes. And you always judge my mood by my clothes. So… out with it." Wufei shrugged. "I just haven't seen you put this much conscious thought into your clothing since the session after your anniversary. And before that it was Solo's birthday, and before that… the first session we had together." "You remember what I've worn for the past eight months?" "Not in great detail. But I do remember those days sticking out. Although today is… different. Less like armor and more like merely a shield. You aren't ready to battle me over talking, but you are scared of telling me something." Duo scowled. "Seriously. It's just clothes. You shouldn't be able to tell that much by what I'm wearing." Wufei smirked. "Lucky for you that I can, however. Now, did you complete your homework assignment?" "Yes – I even went for extra credit." Wufei arched an eyebrow. "I went on a date last Thursday night. My friend, Hilde, set me up with one of her co-workers… who, it just so happens, is pretty much a clone of Solo." "How so?" "Uh, well, he looks exactly like him. Even has a few of the same mannerisms." Duo rubbed at the spot under his ear where Zechs had kissed him, still unnerved by the gesture. "And?" Wufei prompted. "And it was the worst night of my life in months. Christ it was like looking at a damn ghost and – and, well, I made a mess of it. I was pretty drunk before he even arrived for the date – and save the lecture, I know, I know, I shouldn't use alcohol to escape dealing with my emotions or whatever – and then after the date, well, non date. I told him we should just eat in silence because I honestly couldn't stand the thought of talking to this guy who looks just like Solo but clearly isn't Solo, in any way. And after I kind of… lost it. Yelled at the bartender, who turned out to be a good guy and walked me home… and then we went out on a date Saturday and we've got another date scheduled for tonight." Wufei blinked. "You and –" "The bartender. Not Zechs. Hopefully I never see him again." "I see." Wufei shifted in his seat, clearly at a momentary loss. "So, this bartender –" "Heero. He's, well, fuck it. He's twenty one. He's a college student at Tufts who wants to be a math teacher. And he kissed me. So… yeah." "What, exactly, were you afraid of telling me?" Wufei asked, a slight frown on his face. "The part about the Solo clone or about Heero?" "Well, mostly the part about Heero. I feel like a pervy old man as it is, and I didn't want you to judge me too." "Duo, I'm not here to judge you. I hope I've never given you the impression that I do." "No, you've been pretty amazing about not judging me – except for the staying in bed for a week thing, that you were pretty judgmental about. Which is only fair. But – I mean, he's practically a minor!" Wufei looked amused. "I'm glad he's a math major, you could clearly use some tutoring if you think that twenty one and seventeen are that close." "But I'm seven years older than him!" "Solo was older than you," Wufei pointed out. "And you met him in college." "Yeah, but he was only four years older than me, that's nothing." "Seven years is not that much of a difference." "Okay, so maybe it's less to do with age and more to do with… everything. Experience – that's what separates us." "Experience? You're afraid to get involved with him because he's a virgin?" "No, he's not. And that's not what I meant. I mean life experience. He's a kid – and while he clearly has some issues with his father, he's still… bright and shiny, you know? And I'm… not." "How is that a bad thing? You are very clearly more experienced, but you are also clearly drawn to him. Perhaps you need bright and shiny." "Me and bright and shiny don't go well together. I only deal with dark and twisty and he doesn't need that in his life. He's a good kid." "By thinking of him as a 'kid' you allow yourself to put distance between the two of you, but you are also cutting yourself off from the possibility of finding common ground with him and perhaps creating a relationship. You said you went on a date with him? What did you do?" Duo sighed. "We got coffee and walked around the park. It was… nice. Really nice. We talked about baseball – and math… and the weather. It was… really nice," he repeated. "And you have plans for tonight?" "Yeah." Duo sighed again. "You know how they show horror films in the park every night in October? Well, tonight they're showing The Mummy – the original, not that campy adventure one from a few years ago – and we're going to have kind of a picnic." When Duo had proposed the idea to Heero he had felt it was ridiculously romantic – horror film component aside – and had been surprised when Heero had immediately embraced the idea. "Is that something you used to do with Solo?" "No. Well, once or twice. He never really cared for horror films. Hilde and I used to go pretty often, but most times I'd go on my own. I haven't been this year, yet… I just haven't really felt like it." "I can appreciate how challenging it is to include someone new in a personal tradition," Wufei said. "No kidding," Duo muttered. "You seemed a bit disconcerted by the fact that Heero kissed you," Wufei said after letting Duo sit in silence for a moment. "Well, yeah. I mean – it wasn't so much that he kissed me. It just felt… really fucking great." "And that bothers you." "Shouldn't it?" "You tell me," Wufei countered. Duo groaned. "It should, right? That I kiss a stranger and it feels amazing when… I mean, he's only like the fourth guy I've ever kissed. So…" "You're afraid of your lack of experience," Wufei concluded, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "What? No, I'm –" "Yes, you are. By your own admission, you've only been with three men – Solo, your one night stand, and…?" "Hunter Davis," Duo supplied with a sigh. "I met him when I was a freshman in college. He was my first kiss, my first… pretty much first everything." "And what happened with him?" "Nothing tragic – huh. Probably the only person I cared about who hasn't died yet." "Except for Hilde, and me," Wufei pointed out. Duo smirked. "Yeah, except for you two also." "So what happened with Hunter?" "I dumped him for Solo," Duo confessed with a wince. "My senior year I had to take a social science course to complete my Gen Ed requirements and Solo was in the third year of his doctorate and he was the instructor for my Intro to Sociology course." "He was your teacher?" Wufei arched an eyebrow. "Hey, remember that no judging thing we talked about?" Duo reminded him. "I wasn't judging you," Wufei pointed out. "Well you shouldn't judge a dead guy either. Especially considering the fact that I'm irresistible." "Hm." Wufei folded his hands in his lap. "Now that we've taken that diversion from the main issue, let's return to the fact that you don't know how to date. You've had two relationships – one that lasted three years and the other seven years – so you're scared that Heero's expectations are going to be rather high, what with your experience and dark and twisty nature." Duo started to protest but gave in with a sigh. "Yeah. I guess I am." "Good." "Good? How is that good?" "It means that you care, and that was the entire point of my assignment for you. I want you to be active in your own life, not to be passively participating in it. And this new relationship – well, it's good for you. It might just be casual, or maybe it will grow into something more, but either way, it's good. And it's good that you're scared." "Are you sure that you don't want to tell me this is a bad idea and that I should be looking for someone older and more stable? Don't I need someone who might understand the kinds of loss I've gone through?" "I'm positive. Someone older and more stable wouldn't push you, and you don't need someone to take care of you. Besides, what makes you so sure your Heero can't understand the kinds of loss you've gone through? He might not have a similar past to yours, but he clearly doesn't lack empathy. Not if you drunkenly yelled at him and he still kissed you." "Right, but –" "Besides, I think it would be good for you if someone needed you more than you needed him." "Who says he does? I'm the one hanging on by a thread here, when he's got his whole life ahead of him." Wufei shrugged again. "Perhaps, but if he didn't need you – or at least want you – why would he bother pursuing the old drunk guy who yelled at him?" Duo scowled at Wufei. "Well when you put it that way," he grumbled, "it does sound like fate." "You don't have to make this into anything big, Duo. Just… let it run its course and try to enjoy it. This is good for you." "Therapeutic dating. Lovely." "How have you felt since your date with him on Saturday? Lethargic? Pessimistic? Uninterested?" "No, more like anxious, wired, and – oh. I see. It is therapeutic." Duo sighed. "So maybe it is good for me, okay. But that doesn't change the fact that I really do not know how to do casual dating. Or the fact that we have nothing in common except for an appreciation for baseball." "How do you know?" "Well, he's twenty-one and I'm twenty-eight. God, he probably likes the Star Wars prequels and –" "Stop. Give him a chance. Give this a chance. And if he does like the prequels… okay, that would be pretty unforgivable, but my point is that he is not Solo." "I noticed that part," Duo snapped and then shook his head. "Wufei, what if I just start comparing him? I had seven years with Solo and –" "And no one could hope to compete with that. Which is why this isn't a competition. The relationship you had with Solo was amazing and meant everything to you, we both know that. But you can't tell me that it started like that. The first day you met him… presumably as he handed out a syllabus, it wasn't instantly the Duo and Solo show, was it? It takes time. For anyone in any relationship. Give him a chance." "Another homework assignment?" Duo asked. "You don't have to thank me," Wufei said with a smirk as he stood. "I'll see you next week?" Duo stood as well. "And I've got your number if I need anything." He held Wufei's gaze. "You're sure this is ok? Healthy and whatever?" "Yes. I'm not saying that this is a relationship that will progress very far – or that it should – but right now, this is a good thing for you. Enjoy your date tonight." Duo smoothed down the hem of his cardigan. "Yeah, I'll try." "Oh – and wear tighter jeans than those." Duo rolled his eyes. "Stop checking out my ass, Doc." "It's just a professional opinion." "Can I keep the cardigan and the shirt?" Wufei frowned slightly and then shrugged. "They make you look your age – which I think is a good thing. He clearly doesn't find it an obstacle, and it's who you are. Embrace it." "Okay, Obi-wan. I'll do that."
Duo followed Wufei's advice and changed into a pair of tight black jeans before packing two blankets into a backpack and heading out to Whole Foods half an hour before the start of the movie. He grabbed a bag of barbeque chips, a few bottles of ginger ale, and filled a to-go container with chicken tenders from the hot bar. After a brief debate with himself he also picked up a walnut brownie and a pumpkin-ginger cupcake. Maybe it was wrong to keep offering Heero sweets, but the way he had savored every bite of the cheesecake made Duo decide it was worth it. When he arrived at the park amphitheater it was already packed, but he had no trouble picking Heero out of the crowd milling around by the top steps. The younger man was a dark green pullover, jeans, and those same battered sneakers that seemed to be attached to his feet. Heero spotted him and smirked slightly, the left corner of his mouth turning upwards in an expression that was somehow both shy and arrogant. "Fancy seeing you here," Duo greeted him. Heero shrugged. "I heard this was where cute old guys liked to hang out so I thought I'd give it a try." Duo nodded. "Looking for better prospects?" "No, I'm pretty happy with you." Duo was impressed by how bold and blunt Heero was. He hadn't been that self-confident at twenty-one. He smirked back at Heero. "Good, because I'm kind of amazing. Let's grab a spot of grass before the film starts." Duo led the way towards the highest grass tier of the amphitheater towards the far right side, his usual spot when attending movies here, and also a conveniently isolated spot. Heero helped him spread out one of the blankets before they sat down and Duo offered the Whole Foods bag for the other man's perusal. "Ginger ale?" Heero asked with a raised eyebrow. "Well, you don't drink, and I don't drink beer, so…" Heero nodded. "I don't care much for soda either. I do like ginger ale, though." Heero spread the food on the blanket, and Duo caught the speculative gleam in his eyes when he placed the desserts between them. Just as they started to eat the film flickered to life on the screen at the bottom of the amphitheater, and the level of noise fell to a hush. "So I've never seen this movie," Heero said. He moved closer to Duo and snagged one of the chicken tenders. "It's… really good and also pretty bad. Cheesy special effects – and if you think about the plot too much it starts to fall apart, but it's good." Heero nodded and turned his attention to the film. Duo's own attention was divided between the film he had seen countless times and Heero's face. The dim, silver light from the screen reflected off of his face in a way that drew Duo's eyes to his profile. "This is actually pretty cool," Heero decided half an hour into the film. He glanced over at Duo. "It's a little distracting though, with you staring at me." Duo felt his cheeks heat up and was grateful for the relative darkness. "Well just think about how distracting it is for me – you sitting there and all," Duo pointed out. Heero smirked. "I could go sit somewhere else?" he suggested, but instead of getting up and moving away he shifted even closer, so that their thighs and shoulders touched. "That's not somewhere else," Duo pointed out, unable to resist the urge to lean towards Heero's face. "That's practically my lap." "I'm cold," Heero said, shrugging one shoulder. "And it's a scary movie. Sort of." He smirked when, as if on cue, the actress on the screen offered a melodramatic shriek. Duo chuckled and shook his head. He reached into the backpack and pulled out the extra blanket and draped it across both Heero's shoulders and his own. "Thanks," Heero said, but made no move to put space between them. Which was fine with Duo. He enjoyed the heat and nearness of Heero's body. Despite the low burn of arousal he felt, Duo was able to turn back to the film and continue watching it. When the closing credits finally started to roll Duo turned back to Heero. "So, what did you think?" "It was… really good and also really bad," Heero said, using Duo's earlier description. "Why do you like it so much?" Duo shrugged. "It's not that I like it so much. It's not my favorite – but I like classic horror films, and David Manners – he was Frank Whemple – is definitely easy to look at. I also like that the girl more or less saves herself." Heero nodded in agreement. "Damsels in distress can get a bit annoying," he muttered. Duo arched an eyebrow. "My cousin – Relena? You met her last week. I almost missed our date tonight because she was in hysterics over something and couldn't go to work. If she breaks a nail it becomes a national tragedy and she never tries to fix her own problems. And – I'm done talking about her." "Okay, fine by me. So are you up for dessert or…" Duo couldn't bring himself to ask if Heero had an early class the next morning. "Dessert sounds great, but it's getting really cold." "You already know that I only live a few blocks away, if you want to go back to my place. Or you can take yours home with you. Your choice." Duo held the cupcake and the brownie up for inspection. "I'd rather go back to your place," Heero said. They started to walk towards Duo's apartment in companionable silence, but Heero broke it after only a few minutes. "So you like horror movies?" "Yeah." He looked over to see Heero frowning. "Um… if you don't, it's –" "No, I'm just trying to figure out why you like them. I mean, the night I met you, you said that, well, pretty much everyone you cared about died horribly. So why would you enjoy watching horror movies?" "I guess because I'm weird and twisted," Duo offered with a sigh. "I don't know, honestly. I always have, though. Maybe it's – maybe just watching it happen on the screen makes it seem less real, for me. It kind of numbs the reality for me, in a way." "Is that what you write, too?" "Yep. Though the stuff I write is a lot more gruesome than The Mummy was." "It doesn't…make you think about them?" Duo shrugged. "Allstate commercials make me think about my parents, and fires in general make me uncomfortable, but… no. Horror films don't make me think of them. I mean, Solo wasn't murdered by a mummy resurrected by an ancient spell, so…" They arrived at Duo's apartment and he paused by the steps, trying to gauge Heero's mood. "It's weird. I'm weird. I know. And no hard feelings, if you just want to –" Heero closed the distance between them and kissed Duo. "Sometimes you talk too much," Heero said after he pulled away. "I'm getting that," Duo grumbled, but leaned in for another kiss. He liked the slightly dazed, unfocused look in Heero's eyes after they kissed. While it was clear that the younger man was impulsive and confident, it was also clear that he was just as attracted to Duo as he was to him. "So, dessert?" Duo asked. Heero nodded and then followed him into the building and up to the second floor. Duo opened his front door and turned on the living room light before stepping aside and ushering Heero inside. "Welcome to Chez Maxwell," he said. Heero stepped in and looked around. He caught sight of the wall floor to ceiling built in bookshelves on one wall of the living room and started towards them. "You have a lot of books," Heero said. "Yeah. Solo and I both read pretty much anything we could get our hands on, and I hate to part with books so…" Heero smiled at him. "My collection isn't anywhere near this impressive, or this well displayed. I love to read." "Really? Oh, well, I guess there are page numbers for you to look at," Duo joked. Heero rolled his eyes. "I like more than just numbers. This is one of my favorite books." Heero tapped a finger on the spine of Almost Like Being in Love. "Mine too," Duo agreed with a grin. "I like some of his other stuff too – The Last Days of Summer is really good." Heero nodded. "I read that first, then found this one." "Same here," Duo gestured towards the couch. "I'm going to put on some coffee – make yourself comfortable." Duo walked into the kitchen and put on a fresh pot of coffee. Once it was on and he made sure there were clean coffee mugs he returned to the living room. Heero was still looking at the bookshelves, and Duo had to shake his head. Maybe they did have some things in common. "You like Bradbury," Heero said, looking over his shoulder at Duo as he approached to stand beside him. "Yeah. He's borderline horror –and I'm a sucker for hard core science fiction." "Which explains the Heinlein." "Well, not really. Solo was the Heinlein fan. I always thought he was… bat shit crazy, really." Heero laughed. "Me too. I took this science fiction lit course last year and the prof worshipped Heinlein. I don't speak up that often in class, but when he suggested that Heinlein was actually a proponent of feminism I had to say something." Duo arched an eyebrow. "So what did you say?" Heero looked a little embarrassed. "I just wanted to point out that Heinlein's version of feminism revolved around using women as sexual objects and that any of them who demonstrated intelligent thought did it from a patriarchal perspective… but it turned into a ten minute speech about Heinlein's elitism, racism, sexism, and love of incest. I finished it by calling him a self-absorbed Nazi." Duo chuckled. "I backed up all of my statements with direct quotations." Heero's lips twitched into a smile. Duo rolled his eyes. "Even calling Heinlein a homophobic Nazi?" Heero winced. "No, that part… that's what I called the professor." "Damn, you do like to live dangerously." "We spent an entire semester covering post-modern science fiction and not one of the texts we used wasn't originally written in English, and he left off Asimov. Isaac Asimov!" "How did you do in the class?" "A minus," Heero grumbled. "Not bad considering that you called the guy a Nazi," Duo pointed out. Heero shrugged. "It's the lowest grade I've ever gotten – which completely thrilled my Dad. He didn't want me taking such a pointless course in the first place, and that only confirmed his theory that I'm not taking my education seriously." "Because you got one A minus? And that's seriously your lowest grade?" Heero nodded. "Asian F," he said with a bitter twist of his lips. "I thought that was some pop culture joke." "Not really. But he would have been pissed no matter what grade I got in the course. He hates that I have a Lit minor instead of something like business or something useful." "I didn't realize you were a Lit minor." "You were too busy judging me for my obsession with torturing kittens," Heero pointed out. "Sorry about that," Duo said. "Kind of ironic, though, when it's you who likes torture in the first place." "It's not that I like it, unless we're talking -" Duo abruptly cut himself off, realizing he did not know Heero that well, and remembering that he was practically a kid. He shouldn't have bothered. Heero arched an eyebrow at him. "I was going to make a joke about it, but now I've just gone and made this awkward…" "Why didn't you just make the joke?" "Because I don't know you that well and you're –" he cut himself off again. Heero's eyes narrowed. "I'm not some eighteen year old just off the bus from Iowa, Duo. I've had sex. I've seen porn." Duo groaned. He was making such a mess of this. "I get that. But you're still young and – okay, so you've had sex and seen porn, but the look on your face when we kiss isn't one of 'been there, done that.'" Duo shook his head. "It's the same look that you had after you tried that cheesecake in the coffee shop. It's that 'holy shit why I haven't I had this before' look." Duo started to say more, but his coffee maker started to beep, indicating that the fresh pot was ready. He sighed. "Do you want a cup?" Heero nodded, the look on his face unreadable. Duo started towards the kitchen, and after a slight hesitation Heero followed him. He set out two mugs, the sugar jar, and took the milk out of the fridge. He prepared his own cup of coffee and watched as Heero did the same. Maybe it was from spending so much time in therapy, but Duo could sense that Heero was trying to work out something in his head, and he wanted to give the younger man the time to say it right. Duo leaned back against his kitchen counter and waited. "I've always known I was gay, but growing up…" Heero scowled and rubbed one finger across his right eyebrow. "When I got to college, I thought things could be different. That I could be who I really am. My second semester, I met Nate. I thought… I thought that he was like me and that he was just waiting for…" "You?" Duo supplied. This story was starting to remind him of his college relationship with Hunter. Heero's scowl became more pronounced, but he nodded in agreement. "But really he was just waiting for keg parties. Every time he gets drunk enough…" "Wait, wait. You've been with this guy for three years and –" "I'm not with him," Heero corrected angrily. "He isn't gay. At least, not when he's sober. And even when he's drunk…he hates to kiss me." This was no longer anything like what Duo had experienced with Hunter. Things with his first college boyfriend had been far from perfect, but at least they had been in a public relationship. Duo was filled with a sudden and overwhelming anger. It wasn't right. "So, you're right," Heero said after a tense silence. "Kissing you is new, and amazing." Duo put down his coffee mug and closed the distance between them. He cradled Heero's jaw in his hands. "It's not always new, but it can actually get more amazing," Duo told him. He leaned in and kissed Heero. He kept it light until Heero started to kiss him back, and then he deepened the kiss, teasing open his lips and tasting the warmth of his mouth. Heero's hands wrapped around his waist and pulled Duo closer. Duo eased back enough to start kissing along Heero's jaw until he reached his earlobe. He bit down on it gently before sucking on it. Heero gave a surprised groaned, and it made Duo grin. He felt Heero start to unbutton his shirt and stepped back. Heero wore that slightly dazed look that Duo had described earlier, but it quickly turned to confusion when Duo eased his hands away from his shirt. "So, I'm not twenty-one," Duo said. He took a step back, putting space between them. "And I'm… not really in to casual sex. Especially not with you." "Why not with me?" Heero asked, a slight edge to his voice. "It has nothing to do with you being young. I just don't think that jumping in to bed with someone is the best foundation for a relationship – and I like you. I'd like to get to know you…and then jump into bed with you." "So you want to take things slow." "Yeah. I want to date you. If… look, if you're looking for something else –" Heero rolled his eyes and kissed Duo, silencing him. "Again with the talking," Heero muttered against his mouth as he pulled away with a smirk. "And again with the kissing," Duo replied and kissed him again. "It's getting pretty late," Heero said when they pulled away. "I have an eight A.M. class tomorrow." "The desserts should keep for a few days if you want to take a rain check?" "I don't have another night off until Sunday." "Do you have any afternoons free?" Duo asked. "I don't have any afternoon classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays." "So… want to stop by on Thursday?" Heero smiled slightly, that same slightly shy yet confident look that captivated Duo. "Yeah, that would be great. Is one okay?" "I'll see you then." Duo walked Heero towards the door, but stopped him just as he stepped in the hall. "Wait, before you go – what do you think about the Star Wars prequels?" Heero arched an eyebrow. "What prequels?" he asked with a sneer. "Great answer," Duo said with a laugh and kissed Heero one more time. "I'll see you on Thursday." He watched Heero walk down the hall, amused when the younger man turned just before walking down the stairs and looked back at Duo one last time. Maybe, Duo thought as he locked his apartment door, Wufei was right. Not that he would ever tell his therapist that.
Two at once. When he had first read the blog post that morning he had laughed out loud. Two. It was as if Duo was offering him a personal challenge. Duo. He decided to start thinking about the author as more than an ethereal demon and as the man who inspired his greatest passion. And this… this he was determined to do right. It was the most difficult thing he had yet attempted. It had taken hours for him to find a freezer large enough for the two boys, and he had very nearly left them in there too long before taking them out to finish the job properly. Duo had been right, the sight of all of that dark, violet blood against their silver blue skin had been one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. The cold had turned their lips a dark, vibrant red, and it had been very hard not to kiss them and swallow their cries of pain. He hoped that Duo continued to give him such devilish
creations, and that one day soon, he could inspire the young writer
to new heights.
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