[ it fills him with something unnamed, that sasuke would voice such a thing. i won't touch you. because he knows. he knows the truth of how laurent has been touched in the past, stained, tarnished, besmirched. disgraced. even in vere, with all of its wild debauchery and excess of lechery on display, incest is looked upon as a reprehensible act. the court is made uncomfortable enough knowing his uncle's choices in fucking children, but to fuck his nephew is a foul blemish laurent will never recover from.
even damen hadn't known. laurent had made sure never to speak of it, never to even hint at it, but in a moment of weakness, sasuke had unearthed the truth. he sees it all now, staring, transfixed, into sasuke's blood-red gaze, watching himself in the most pitiable form. he remembers none of it, but can't deny the reality before him, the truths spilled out unbidden. this is how sasuke knows damen's name. damen's crimes. the confusion of laurent's own feelings. and his uncle.
the vulnerability feels like an open wound, an intimacy uncovered too soon, but before he can react to the rage pooling inside of him, he's gripped with something else entirely, pulled into an old memory he's long wished to forget. the glittering walls of arles, opulent, luxurious — and lonely in laurent's eyes, younger here, and beautiful in a way that only youth can give. he stands before a pair of lavish doors, the halls quiet and empty, and after a weighted moment, knocks. a man answers, older, bearded, and laurent looks up at him with a mixture of trepidation, longing, and grief in his eyes. ]
Uncle. [ laurent remembers this moment, remembers how many times he was the one to seek his uncle out when his loneliness grew too vast, afraid of the things happening between them, but foolishly hoping still for some measure of comfort. he had been such a stupid child. all his intelligence had come from stories and none from reality, because auguste had shielded him from these terrors in the palace his entire life — until he was gone, and laurent was alone in the viper's pit, seeking solace from the worst of the monsters within.
he can't blame his uncle alone for this. and sasuke will see that, another dirty secret dredged up and exposed to the light. the memory begins to fade with his uncle's hands dropping heavy on his shoulder. laurent's knees nearly buckle beneath the ghost of the sensation, watching his younger self enter his uncle's chambers and knowing exactly what will happen — he will cry, red-faced and childish, and later, he'll kneel for his uncle, eyes closed and mouth open. in an act of mercy, the image fades away before those events can transpire.
he comes back to the present, and this time there is no containing his rage — not his shadow, simply him. he moves without thinking, striking like a viper, the back of his hand cracking across sasuke's cheek as he surges forward to cage him against the rounded edge of the pool. he has not been so close to a naked man since — damen. ]
You try to kill me. [ his voice drops dangerously low, quietly silken. ] And then you steal from me, truths you haven't earned, that I would never share with a dog like you. What would you like next? Would you like to fuck me, too? [ he draws in a breath and grasps a fistful of sasuke's hair, yanking sharply. every instinct fights him as he brings his mouth close to sasuke's pulse, his breath unsteady across wet skin as he's unable to bridge the distance to touch. ] Would you pretend that I'm Naruto? It would be easier to do if you fucked me from behind.
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even damen hadn't known. laurent had made sure never to speak of it, never to even hint at it, but in a moment of weakness, sasuke had unearthed the truth. he sees it all now, staring, transfixed, into sasuke's blood-red gaze, watching himself in the most pitiable form. he remembers none of it, but can't deny the reality before him, the truths spilled out unbidden. this is how sasuke knows damen's name. damen's crimes. the confusion of laurent's own feelings. and his uncle.
the vulnerability feels like an open wound, an intimacy uncovered too soon, but before he can react to the rage pooling inside of him, he's gripped with something else entirely, pulled into an old memory he's long wished to forget. the glittering walls of arles, opulent, luxurious — and lonely in laurent's eyes, younger here, and beautiful in a way that only youth can give. he stands before a pair of lavish doors, the halls quiet and empty, and after a weighted moment, knocks. a man answers, older, bearded, and laurent looks up at him with a mixture of trepidation, longing, and grief in his eyes. ]
Uncle. [ laurent remembers this moment, remembers how many times he was the one to seek his uncle out when his loneliness grew too vast, afraid of the things happening between them, but foolishly hoping still for some measure of comfort. he had been such a stupid child. all his intelligence had come from stories and none from reality, because auguste had shielded him from these terrors in the palace his entire life — until he was gone, and laurent was alone in the viper's pit, seeking solace from the worst of the monsters within.
he can't blame his uncle alone for this. and sasuke will see that, another dirty secret dredged up and exposed to the light. the memory begins to fade with his uncle's hands dropping heavy on his shoulder. laurent's knees nearly buckle beneath the ghost of the sensation, watching his younger self enter his uncle's chambers and knowing exactly what will happen — he will cry, red-faced and childish, and later, he'll kneel for his uncle, eyes closed and mouth open. in an act of mercy, the image fades away before those events can transpire.
he comes back to the present, and this time there is no containing his rage — not his shadow, simply him. he moves without thinking, striking like a viper, the back of his hand cracking across sasuke's cheek as he surges forward to cage him against the rounded edge of the pool. he has not been so close to a naked man since — damen. ]
You try to kill me. [ his voice drops dangerously low, quietly silken. ] And then you steal from me, truths you haven't earned, that I would never share with a dog like you. What would you like next? Would you like to fuck me, too? [ he draws in a breath and grasps a fistful of sasuke's hair, yanking sharply. every instinct fights him as he brings his mouth close to sasuke's pulse, his breath unsteady across wet skin as he's unable to bridge the distance to touch. ] Would you pretend that I'm Naruto? It would be easier to do if you fucked me from behind.