La Petit Mort

7

"Welcome to my humble abode," Dottore gestured, after taking off his shoes. "The way I understand it, you accidentally wandered in here that one time, hm?" 

"What?" Baizhu was in the middle of taking off his shoe. 

"That time," Dottore pressed the tips of his fingers together as he looked over his shoulder. "You meant to go into your place but pressed the wrong button on the elevator." He hadn't been imagining it. He wasn't crazy. Why was Dottore telling him it was real? 

"I've done that a couple of times actually," Baizhu forced a laugh. He once again reached for the strands of hair that had turned black, playing with them in his fingers. "Working late really messes with my sense of where I am." 

"Would you like to quit your job and be a co-streamer?" Dottore offered. He held his hand out. "It pays rather well." 

"Oh, I don't know about that. I'm not even sure that I-" 

"That you what, sweetheart?" Dottore grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, causing him to fall into his chest. 

"I...I-" Baizhu crumbled in his chest, feeling his arms wrap around him. 

"Think about it, sweetheart, you're too drunk to make a decision now." Dottore picked him up and carried him into his room. "I'll sleep on the couch so you get some rest, alright?" Baizhu felt like water, being poured onto the bed. He fell onto it, or into it, he couldn't tell. 

"Dottore..." Baizhu reached out to grab his sleeve. 

"Hm?" 

"Goodnight." His hand fell. 

"Goodnight." Dottore leaned down and brushed some of Baizhu's hair out of his face to kiss his forehead. "I sure hope you aren't a disappointment like the last one." 

...

Baizhu opened his eyes. This was not his bed. The smell of pancakes caused him to wander. Dottore stood in his kitchen. He didn't turn around even when Baizhu sat down. 

"Have you thought about being my co-streamer?" Dottore asked, smiling over his shoulder. 

"Oh, I, uhm, I'm not sure that I'm even attracted to..." 

"To?" 

"I don't know who I'm trying to fool," Baizhu held his head and rested his elbows against the table. It was obvious that he was attracted to his neighbor but the problem was if he was going to believe he was a serial killer... or even just a killer... would he still sleep with someone so crazy? 

"Here you are," Dottore placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. 

"Thanks," Baizhu took one bite and stood up. He grabbed Dottore's shirt and pulled him over the table to kiss him. What the fuck was he doing? Well, if he was going to be a co-streamer shouldn't he figure out if this man could make him hard first? 

"Oh?" Dottore pulled away but Baizhu grabbed his hair and pushed him back. "Well, well," Dottore chuckled into his cheek. "I thought you weren't sure?" 

"Then you better help me figure it out before I change my mind, Dottore." 

"If I bend you over this table are you going to run away?" he whispered in Baizhu's ear. 

"Call me 'sweetheart' and let's find out." 

"Sweetheart."