[ sasuke is a liar. he has been through this before, these quietly deceptive moments of ill-defined clarity. it is laurent's own desperation getting the better of him, the loss of something he's never truly known. if he'd stayed with damen, it would have been the same. laurent had not been weaned off his capacity for trust — it had been taken from him with swift brutality, petals ripped from a flower barely open. even to have sasuke's fingers around his wrist now, a touch as innocent as this, comes at a high cost, his pulse quivering beneath the press of sasuke's thumb. ]
I've already shared your secrets. [ he speaks only when sasuke relinquishes his grip, turning to face him. he regrets it, now, after what he's seen, the image of the little boy running from his brother seared into his mind. some things should not be spoken aloud. ] Now you hold mine.
[ it should have been enough to deter sasuke, to disgust and revile. to put an end to all of this. and yet he says he wants to know more, and it stirs something in laurent, something beyond his expression, sitting just outside the range of his grasp. ]
You do know. [ bitterly — ] I fucked my uncle. And I miss the man who killed my brother. You are the only man alive who knows these two truths.
[ he lets that sit between them, lingering, then lifts a hand and touches sasuke's cheek once more, the one reddened from the strike of his hand. his touch is the mockery of a lover's caress. ]
I do despise you. [ his thumb moves to the bow of sasuke's lips, gently stroking, his gaze icy, revulsion reflecting his eyes. his heart feels unsteady, the air too thin for breath. ] You have no idea how much, but I promise you, you'll soon learn.
[ he retracts his hand and turns away, hoisting himself over the edge of the pool to walk immodestly to the table of clean towels, shaking one out and carefully drying himself off. he retrieves his clothes, taking care to fetch the pin from the pile first, and slips on his linen shirt, leaving the laces loose and trailing as he walks to one of the lounge seats and perches there, pulling his legs up and settling sasuke's cloak beside him. the moonlight hits him like a glistening statue, wrathful. ]
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I've already shared your secrets. [ he speaks only when sasuke relinquishes his grip, turning to face him. he regrets it, now, after what he's seen, the image of the little boy running from his brother seared into his mind. some things should not be spoken aloud. ] Now you hold mine.
[ it should have been enough to deter sasuke, to disgust and revile. to put an end to all of this. and yet he says he wants to know more, and it stirs something in laurent, something beyond his expression, sitting just outside the range of his grasp. ]
You do know. [ bitterly — ] I fucked my uncle. And I miss the man who killed my brother. You are the only man alive who knows these two truths.
[ he lets that sit between them, lingering, then lifts a hand and touches sasuke's cheek once more, the one reddened from the strike of his hand. his touch is the mockery of a lover's caress. ]
I do despise you. [ his thumb moves to the bow of sasuke's lips, gently stroking, his gaze icy, revulsion reflecting his eyes. his heart feels unsteady, the air too thin for breath. ] You have no idea how much, but I promise you, you'll soon learn.
[ he retracts his hand and turns away, hoisting himself over the edge of the pool to walk immodestly to the table of clean towels, shaking one out and carefully drying himself off. he retrieves his clothes, taking care to fetch the pin from the pile first, and slips on his linen shirt, leaving the laces loose and trailing as he walks to one of the lounge seats and perches there, pulling his legs up and settling sasuke's cloak beside him. the moonlight hits him like a glistening statue, wrathful. ]
Get out.