20k words, M/M. A bittersweet tale of a pair of reunited childhood friends. Gritty & erotic. Marco's an antisocial prick who isn't above committing crimes if it means getting himself further in life. He isn't even above hurting the family of his former best friend named Cathal. A punch to the face leads to an honest talk, which leads to something more. A confession of attraction on one end turns into a freakish obsession on the other.
Cathal has lost everything. His family is in shambles, his best friend hasn't spoken to him in years, and he's only playing football because he's good at it. When Marco confesses, the rain clears, and his world becomes whole again. All Marco wanted was his best friend back. Is he going to gain a mindless thrall instead? "... You'd really want me now?" My body might as well be air. I can't feel anything that isn't him.
"After all that I've done, am I even worth this?""You said you were sorry." He excuses me with my own words. "You said you were sorry for hurting me, and for hurting her. You're the only person who's offered me that much, and hasn't made me feel crazy for wanting that either. I don't know why you think I was ever closer with anyone else. There's no replicating the way you care about me. I should have told you that more, more than anything else."The darkness helps me separate myself from this moment.
It's not a conscious decision, entirely instinctual. I have no tools to help me process what's happening to me. I could break out into a cold sweat, do something rash. Do something to hurt him properly. Make him realize he's interacting with a wild animal instead of a human being.
20k words, M/M. A bittersweet tale of a pair of reunited childhood friends. Gritty & erotic. Marco's an antisocial prick who isn't above committing crimes if it means getting himself further in life. He isn't even above hurting the family of his former best friend named Cathal. A punch to the face leads to an honest talk, which leads to something more. A confession of attraction on one end turns into a freakish obsession on the other.
Cathal has lost everything. His family is in shambles, his best friend hasn't spoken to him in years, and he's only playing football because he's good at it. When Marco confesses, the rain clears, and his world becomes whole again. All Marco wanted was his best friend back. Is he going to gain a mindless thrall instead? "... You'd really want me now?" My body might as well be air. I can't feel anything that isn't him.
"After all that I've done, am I even worth this?""You said you were sorry." He excuses me with my own words. "You said you were sorry for hurting me, and for hurting her. You're the only person who's offered me that much, and hasn't made me feel crazy for wanting that either. I don't know why you think I was ever closer with anyone else. There's no replicating the way you care about me. I should have told you that more, more than anything else."The darkness helps me separate myself from this moment.
It's not a conscious decision, entirely instinctual. I have no tools to help me process what's happening to me. I could break out into a cold sweat, do something rash. Do something to hurt him properly. Make him realize he's interacting with a wild animal instead of a human being.
