InsaneJournal

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Sometimes, it was hard to believe that Fayt was finally his.

After persuading his precious one with empty promises (“Your friends will be saved, that I assure you.”) and seducing him with many things that his friends could not give (“Nobody can understand you the way I do.”), Fayt had finally surrendered to him.

But during the nights in their bedroom, Luther would claim Fayt in such a rough and passionate manner --biting his lip and kissing him harshly, dragging his fingernails down Fayt’s back, pounding into him so hard and fast-- to the point that it bordered abuse. He needed to feel Fayt there. Fayt needed to feel real.

In the mornings, he’d always gaze upon Fayt and smile at the sight of him sleeping so soundly, as though unaware of what had happened the night before. Then he’d slowly slide the blanket down Fayt’s body and begin healing the little wounds because he did not want his precious one marred with scars and scabs.

This time, Fayt woke up. He reached out with his hand, cupping Luther’s chin and smiled softly. “It’s alright. Don’t worry. I’m here. You’re never alone.”

Never.

His serene eyes were honest and for now, Luther believed him. He leaned in and they kissed. He felt Fayt’s soft lips. Fayt’s scent was all around him, intoxicating him. If this was truly a dream, he’d never want to wake up--

And then his eyes snapped open and there was white. The walls, the bed, the floor-- everything was white.

There was Fayt, the real Fayt gazing at him with worried green eyes. It had happened all too soon. But his eyes were honest-- just like the dreams.

“You’re awake at last,” Fayt murmured, smiling. “I’m glad. Everything will be alright now.” 

It’s alright. I’m here. You’re never alone.

“Everything will be okay.”

Luther closed his eyes and for the first time in years, he smiled. 

Everything will be okay…

He’d have to be insane to believe that, but he never had much sanity to begin with. And so, he believed and hoped that through Fayt, he’d find something stable, substantial, something truly real.

Fin.

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