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Post by William Beckett on May 7, 2011 21:53:54 GMT -5
It was their five year anniversary the day William hit back.
He'd never imagined it would end up like this, when they first met, five years and one month earlier. He'd thought for so long they were perfect for eachother. He never realised that things weren't normal, weren't right. They were happy, he was happy, from that first drunken kiss at that party so long ago, he'd been happy, hadn't he? Hadn't he?
{Join in if you want to. Be warned, I write heavy angst and want this to be a pretty serious fic.}
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 10, 2011 8:52:46 GMT -5
Dallon stood in shock, surprised William had touched him in such a way.
"You little shithead!" Dallon angrily said with tears in his eyes. He clenched his teeth and his fists.
He took his hand back to swing at him, but chickened out at the last second. He didn't understand what was happening it was all a blur. Were they even fighting before?
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Post by William Beckett on May 10, 2011 17:07:50 GMT -5
William didn't respond. He simply shrank back into the wall behind him. He was lost, his mind was three years in the past. Stuck in the days of their first tender kiss. With the Dallon that he couldn't imagine hurting him. The Dallon with whom his only contact was gentle and longing.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 10, 2011 18:02:29 GMT -5
"Bill?"Dallon cooed. " come out let's talk about it." Dallon needed some explaining done before he could decide if he was mad or not.
'when did I become this monster.' Dallon thought.
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Post by William Beckett on May 10, 2011 18:23:08 GMT -5
William opened his eyes and whispered, "Just talk? Really?"
He stepped forward and bit his lip, watching Dallon's every move.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 10, 2011 18:26:25 GMT -5
"Yes we really need to talk." Dallon had no intention of hitting William yet.
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Post by William Beckett on May 10, 2011 18:31:59 GMT -5
"I'm sorry I didn't check with you," I whispered, "this is your house, you're right, and you should get to decide who comes here."
William couldn't even look him straight in the eye as he forced out the insincere apology. He knew, though, that Dallon would hang on to every word.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 10, 2011 18:38:26 GMT -5
"I'm glad you see it my way," Dallon steped over and kissed William. He decided to let him slide on this one, gingerly rubbing his face.
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Post by William Beckett on May 11, 2011 4:09:55 GMT -5
William sunk back into his reflections, calming him. Trying his hardest not to visually flush.
"Can we go back to the start?" William caught himself whispering.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 11, 2011 5:06:59 GMT -5
"What do you mean?" Dallon asked, but he knew. He craved it too, the beginning before he became a monster and broke his beloved William.
'I do love him right?'
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Post by William Beckett on May 11, 2011 5:16:04 GMT -5
"Remember our first date?" William smiled a little. It was weak and half hearted, but it was there. "The four star restaurant, and how you pretended to know anything about wine and bought this horrid stuff, because it was pretty expensive."
He bit his tongue and didn't think of the morning that followed. The bruises from when Dallon had decided that William was too soft and romantic. No one had ever told him that before, but Dallon, Dallon hadn't just said it, he'd proved it. Months later William said that he was just a bit kinky, that's all. Months later, William still wasn't sure if he believed it. He could have sworn he'd said no.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 11, 2011 5:20:01 GMT -5
"Yeah I was pretty sappy," Dallon laughed. "You were wonderful that night." Dallon said remembering it differently, "Gorgeous as always. So soft."
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Post by William Beckett on May 11, 2011 5:32:18 GMT -5
William bit back the words, 'I remember' and just let the flushing cheeks come through. Let him mistake it for a modest blush. After all this time, William was a better actor, better performer than the professionals could dream of.
"How about you head to bed and I bring you something to eat, okay?" William said, forcing himself to settle back into the mode of the sweet housewife. Husband. Partner.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 11, 2011 5:38:17 GMT -5
"That sounds wonderful," he turned to walk away. "You know each day I love you more than the last." Dallon kissed William on the head and left for his room.
'I do love him'
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Post by William Beckett on May 11, 2011 5:52:32 GMT -5
"Sure you do," William muttered maliciously once the boy was out of earshot.
The only stress relief he ever seemed to get were these moments, when the kitchen was his, and whatever on his chopping board were his enemies. Moments were he could be the one in control, not be the one relenting it.
The perfectly presented fruit salad, the whipped cream swirled on top, the mocha, the tray was perfect.
Yet somehow William already knew that there was always fault. Just like there was always fault in him. There was a reason Dallon was the only one to ever say "I love you".
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