They're here. You don't need me. Daeshim knows that there's meant to be a connection between those two things, but he has trouble seeing it.
"You have food and water, you don't need to breathe too! What's a little air when you already have muffins and tea. That's what you're telling me, that I don't need what I need."
He can't even deny that he does need them, even if he lived without any of them for a long time, longer than all three of them combined have been alive. He squirms, on the verge of pouting, because how could Lennon say such things to him? But he still reaches a hand up, trying to slide his fingers under the tips of those fangs so they pierce him instead of Lennon's lips.
When he speaks again, his voice is much softer.
"Thought you didn't want me anymore. Thought you asked about Fae until you found out."
Found out that he is the most undesirable Fae who ever lived.
Lennon blinks as he listens to the other, it feels...ridiculous and cute but at the same time it pulls at him deep inside. He presses his lips together and the fight is leaving him. He wants Daeshim. It's too late he let him get close and now he's attached running away from him hurts just as much as the jealousy and feelings of inferiority, like he doesn't belong. Maybe it hurts more because at least if he's not running away... there's this.
There's Daeshim's body warm and close. There's him trying to stop Lennon from hurting himself and as soon as he felt his fang against something other than his lip he stops immediately, not wanting to hurt Daeshim. He tilts his head back a little so his fang isn't pressed to his finger.
"I do want you. I don't want to lose you and that terrifies me and and..." this sort of thing is hard for him to confess. "I can't help that I'm scared you're going to get bored of me, that you won't need me anymore and the novelty will wear off. I'm just me."
Lennon tilts his head down, pressing his face into the curve of the other's neck there's some soft kisses. "I want you so much it hurts."
He doesn't like it. Daeshim doesn't like that Lennon is afraid and sad, hates that he fears untruths and he hasn't been able to reassure him of the real truth. He could never grow tired or bored of him. The seasons change in a circle, but with Lennon it's a different smile everyday. A kiss that's never the same as the last one.
He presses a hand to the back of his head and holds him there.
"Silly." But the word is soft and fond. "Tell me that I'm yours and see."
Lennon allows himself to be kept in place. He didn't want to move anyway. He keeps placing soft kisses, no nips this time because he doesn't know how to with the new sharp teeth he has and the last thing he wants is to hurt Daeshim. He presses closer. It's kind of funny to be here in a bed where he's been having sex with other people but it's a completely different feeling to just be close to Daeshim. And somehow the other doesn't seem that upset about what he's clearly been doing here. It's obviously a brothel.
Instead of being that upset with him he's saying something like that? Lennon lets out a harsh breath against the other's neck his hand going to Daeshim's side, curling into it.
The words are hard to form, thick in his mouth. He's afraid to say them. He won't be able to take them back and he won't be able to protect himself from getting hurt -- then again, it's not like he can anyway.
With a whisper against his neck he does say them. "You're mine."
He's not sure he really believes it. But he wants it to be true.
The people who had sex with Lennon should be the ones upset, he thinks, to have been given something so short-lived and meaningless - and to pay for it on top of that! Not that Lennon isn't good at it, he knows that he is. But he could also be bad at it and the Fae wouldn't care.
He waits, quietly and patiently, but with his heart pounding in his chest. And when the words finally come - You're mine, it's a trembling breath that he exhales.
Daeshim smiles, and on his neck where Lennon's lips have touched, a small flower blooms. Two-dimensional, like a tattoo only brighter. The image of a morning glory, a vivid blue-violet.
"A bargain has been struck between you and I. All who see it will know. I will never deny you; I cannot."
It almost doesn't feel real that he said the words out loud. He'd sworn never to let something like that happen -- with anyone, ever. But he does and he can feel... something happening, like a shift in temperature almost. He pulls back a little, looking at Daeshim's neck and he tilts his head to stare at the marking, confused.
"What does that even mean? A bargain?" he is confused but he's also fascinated and he leans in to kiss that spot again drawn to it. He remembers that it was morning glory that the other had surrounded him with that one night.
He's not sure how else to explain it, it's a concept so meaningful to his kind. But Daeshim must try, he realizes this. Understanding between them doesn't come easily, but Lennon's worth it.
"I'm yours and you're mine. A lifelong contract has been signed with the words." Okay, so there are ways to void said contract, there always are, normally in the Fae's favor. But he's not exactly willing to share this bit of information. "We are more than lovers."
Daeshim grunts softly, dislodged when Lennon sits up so suddenly. It makes him bounce on the mattress. He looks up at the other, blinking a time or two with that familiar expressionless expression on his face.
"Marriage is a human concept."
Funny how he denies that but not the tricking part. He is what he is.
"You just described marriage," Lennon counters, crossing his arms as he looks at Daeshim. He's kind of mad about it too but another part of him is really, really happy. But Daeshim shouldn't be tricking him! Especially with something like this...
Lennon frowns, keeping his arms crossed and he might be distracted for a second by his eyes but he shakes his head and looks away from him deliberately. This fae is so infuriating!
"It's tricking because you didn't tell me that's what was happening!"
Lennon is mad but also not mad. Daeshim is learning to tell. So he sits up too, attempting to slide his arms around the human's waist and lock them in place.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Just wanted you for mine." He pouts, cheek resting against his shoulder. "If I'm not yours, the flower will wilt and die. Do you want it to wilt and die?"
Lennon tries... barely to avoid the other's arms. He lets him get ahold of him and he still doesn't uncross his own yet, trying to look stern still. Even in the face of pouting. Even in the face of the other trying to guilt him!
He huffs, pouting himself.
"I... You couldn't wait for me to decide on my own that I'm yours," he says quietly. "You tricked me instead." Should it bother him so much? When there's a part of him that is singing?
Even with that he wants Daeshim to be his. He wants to be Daeshim's. He just hadn't been ready to admit all of that at once.
"Couldn't wait. For three days, haven't kissed you or held you. Haven't tasted the metal of your piercings on my tongue for three days. Couldn't wait."
That's right, it's all Lennon's fault for running away in the first place! Daeshim had to take drastic measures because of it.
Lennon exhales and he takes the other's assurance at face value. He just needed to hear it. And he hopes he can convince himself to keep trusting him and not look around every corner for another feeling of being tricked. He bites at his lip, gingerly enough not to hurt himself with the sharp teeth.
He snaps out of his thoughts at the mention of babies and then the insane giggling.
The giggles taper off into a smile, one that lasts for longer than normal on the Fae's lips. He tries to lie back down again, but only if he can tug Lennon with him.
"Is this our new home?"
Has Lennon abandoned his old place for this? Daeshim doesn't particularly care one way or the other, as long as the other is there.
Lennon is slow to be willing to go down with him but he does allow it. "What do you mean babies?" he presses because don't think he's not going to press. What the hell, Daeshim?
"No... I just... did some work here," Lennon feels a slight prick of shame for the first time ever. It feels weird to think about what he'd been doing, knowing that Daeshim had been looking for him and that... the reason he'd done it was less about money and more about running.
Lennon has been through enough for one day, even Daeshim can recognize that. He gets comfortable on the bed where others have been, wrapping around the one that they've been with. But Daeshim is here to stay.
Lennon exhales in relief. He had thought the other was going to continue ignoring him about it and just laughing like a crazy person. He lets Daeshim hold him for a little while before shaking his head.
"Not here," Lennon says softly, tilting his head and pressing a soft kiss to Daeshim's lips.
"I don't want... Let's just go back home."
Maybe he needs to compartmentalize but the idea of something real here being held like this here...where it's a place of untruths. It's not a place he wants to share with Daeshim any longer. "Then... I'll make up the last three days."
He doesn't, not really. Daeshim has already forgiven him and that means an end to that. But 'make up for the last three days' just sounds too promising. The Fae sits up and scoots to the side of the bed, but not without taking Jasper's hand to pull him along with him.
Daeshim stops in his tracks, turns and gathers Lennon's face in his hands. He looks so serious, lips pressed together like they always do before he offers someone seeds for something he wants.
"You are adorable."
Ok. So maybe not what Lennon's used to hearing after an offer like that. It just made the Fae feel all warm inside.
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"You have food and water, you don't need to breathe too! What's a little air when you already have muffins and tea. That's what you're telling me, that I don't need what I need."
He can't even deny that he does need them, even if he lived without any of them for a long time, longer than all three of them combined have been alive. He squirms, on the verge of pouting, because how could Lennon say such things to him? But he still reaches a hand up, trying to slide his fingers under the tips of those fangs so they pierce him instead of Lennon's lips.
When he speaks again, his voice is much softer.
"Thought you didn't want me anymore. Thought you asked about Fae until you found out."
Found out that he is the most undesirable Fae who ever lived.
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There's Daeshim's body warm and close. There's him trying to stop Lennon from hurting himself and as soon as he felt his fang against something other than his lip he stops immediately, not wanting to hurt Daeshim. He tilts his head back a little so his fang isn't pressed to his finger.
"I do want you. I don't want to lose you and that terrifies me and and..." this sort of thing is hard for him to confess. "I can't help that I'm scared you're going to get bored of me, that you won't need me anymore and the novelty will wear off. I'm just me."
Lennon tilts his head down, pressing his face into the curve of the other's neck there's some soft kisses. "I want you so much it hurts."
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He presses a hand to the back of his head and holds him there.
"Silly." But the word is soft and fond. "Tell me that I'm yours and see."
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Instead of being that upset with him he's saying something like that? Lennon lets out a harsh breath against the other's neck his hand going to Daeshim's side, curling into it.
The words are hard to form, thick in his mouth. He's afraid to say them. He won't be able to take them back and he won't be able to protect himself from getting hurt -- then again, it's not like he can anyway.
With a whisper against his neck he does say them. "You're mine."
He's not sure he really believes it. But he wants it to be true.
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He waits, quietly and patiently, but with his heart pounding in his chest. And when the words finally come - You're mine, it's a trembling breath that he exhales.
Daeshim smiles, and on his neck where Lennon's lips have touched, a small flower blooms. Two-dimensional, like a tattoo only brighter. The image of a morning glory, a vivid blue-violet.
"A bargain has been struck between you and I. All who see it will know. I will never deny you; I cannot."
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"What does that even mean? A bargain?" he is confused but he's also fascinated and he leans in to kiss that spot again drawn to it. He remembers that it was morning glory that the other had surrounded him with that one night.
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He's not sure how else to explain it, it's a concept so meaningful to his kind. But Daeshim must try, he realizes this. Understanding between them doesn't come easily, but Lennon's worth it.
"I'm yours and you're mine. A lifelong contract has been signed with the words." Okay, so there are ways to void said contract, there always are, normally in the Fae's favor. But he's not exactly willing to share this bit of information. "We are more than lovers."
And if that sounds like a familiar concept. Well.
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When it does, Lennon sits up quickly, eyes wide as he stares at Daeshim in disbelief.
"Did you just trick me into marrying you?"
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"Marriage is a human concept."
Funny how he denies that but not the tricking part. He is what he is.
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"You tricked me."
Not great when he has trust issues.
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There's a peculiar light that comes into the Fae's eyes, a shifting like a shaken jar of glitter and water. He enjoys this, there's no denying it.
"I gave myself to you. I'm taking you in return. Tricking is taking with no giving. It's a fair deal!"
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"It's tricking because you didn't tell me that's what was happening!"
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"Maybe. Maybe not. Just wanted you for mine." He pouts, cheek resting against his shoulder. "If I'm not yours, the flower will wilt and die. Do you want it to wilt and die?"
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He huffs, pouting himself.
"I... You couldn't wait for me to decide on my own that I'm yours," he says quietly. "You tricked me instead." Should it bother him so much? When there's a part of him that is singing?
Even with that he wants Daeshim to be his. He wants to be Daeshim's. He just hadn't been ready to admit all of that at once.
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That's right, it's all Lennon's fault for running away in the first place! Daeshim had to take drastic measures because of it.
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"I would have been ready eventually," Lennon huffs, finally uncrossing his arms. "Don't trick me again."
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He promises. One that he hopefully doesn't accidentally break...Daeshim doesn't fully understand how he tricked him in the first place.
"Will tell you in plenty of time before the babies come."
...The fucking giggling that follows.
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He snaps out of his thoughts at the mention of babies and then the insane giggling.
"What? Daeshim, what?"
How has he ended up married to a mad fae.
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"Is this our new home?"
Has Lennon abandoned his old place for this? Daeshim doesn't particularly care one way or the other, as long as the other is there.
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"No... I just... did some work here," Lennon feels a slight prick of shame for the first time ever. It feels weird to think about what he'd been doing, knowing that Daeshim had been looking for him and that... the reason he'd done it was less about money and more about running.
"You shouldn't be here." This place is too dirty.
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Lennon has been through enough for one day, even Daeshim can recognize that. He gets comfortable on the bed where others have been, wrapping around the one that they've been with. But Daeshim is here to stay.
"You're here. I should be here too."
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"Not here," Lennon says softly, tilting his head and pressing a soft kiss to Daeshim's lips.
"I don't want... Let's just go back home."
Maybe he needs to compartmentalize but the idea of something real here being held like this here...where it's a place of untruths. It's not a place he wants to share with Daeshim any longer. "Then... I'll make up the last three days."
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He doesn't, not really. Daeshim has already forgiven him and that means an end to that. But 'make up for the last three days' just sounds too promising. The Fae sits up and scoots to the side of the bed, but not without taking Jasper's hand to pull him along with him.
"How will you do it?"
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"We're going to stay in bed for a day or two or...however long... and I cater to your every whim. And I'll make you come until you can't anymore."
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"You are adorable."
Ok. So maybe not what Lennon's used to hearing after an offer like that. It just made the Fae feel all warm inside.
"What if my whims are....unusual?"
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