Convalescence (MxM)

Convalescence (8)

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The only difference between love and obsession is control and a lack thereof.

~the day after Ammon left~
~four days ago~

"Infinity? What do you mean?" Deimos furrowed his eyebrows, reaching for Blake's cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb. The look on Blake's face was one Deimos was happy to see; something he hadn't had the pleasure of witnessing before. Blake's eyes held an intensity to them, the same kind of intensity Deimos often expressed when gazing at Blake. It created a heat in the air, a breath away from ecstasy.

"You can't leave him. I can't leave you. I only know of one solution, quite the permanent one, at that. We can do it toge-" Deimos cut Blake off, covering Blake's mouth with his hand, his fingers gently lingering over Blake's lips. Deimos's pupils were dilated, his eyes searching Blake's green depths for any hint of doubt, finding no trace. He understood what Blake was trying to say, his heart pounding in his chest.

Could he really do that? Would they be able to pull something like that off? As Deimos thought to himself, his hand dropped from Blake's face, his eyebrows knitting in his contemplation. Blake was right, Deimos couldn't leave Ammon again. But would stealing Ammon away with death be the same as leaving him? He would be taking Ammon with him, not deserting him, after all. Blake matched Deimos's stare as Deimos thought, caressing Deimos's cheek in comfort and understanding. He smiled sweetly to Deimos before saying,

"You'll have to provoke him." Blake had put a lot of thought into this. He understood that they would have no chance at success unless Ammon were certain that they'd never attempt something like this. He knew that there was only one road leading to their triumph. It was a road littered with pain.

Ammon would need to be completely confident in his control over them.

And the only way to be sure Ammon would feel this way? They'd need to give him an excuse to show his superiority. They would have to succumb to him, wholly. Giving him the opportunity to dominate them in such a way would surely lower his guard, would assure him that he was the voice of authority and that they would never defy him.

That's when they can win.

"I don't know if I can do that. You know what he'll do. Do you really want to suffer that?" While hesitant, Deimos had faith in Blake. There was a softness that settled on his chest whenever Blake looked at him with such determination and love. Deimos relished in the emotions swimming in Blake's iris's, having never seen him look so vibrant.

Deimos felt enthralled in Blake. Tied to him. Intertwined within his skin. Deimos could no longer tell where Blake ended and where he began. Together, they were a whole.

"I would suffer anything for you." Blake planted kisses over Deimos's face slowly. Trailing his lips over each of Deimos's cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his nose and his lips, as if savoring him. Deimos reveled in the tenderness of Blake's love. How Blake could be so gentle despite the brutality of his life.

Deimos thought to himself how it was almost like he could have invented Blake, the understanding they have of each other being unmatched and unwavering. Without words, they found it exceptionally easy to decipher each other's thoughts. It was as easy as taking a breath.

"Where were you? My whole life... I needed you, Blake. Long before I ever laid eyes on you, you have always been what I was missing." Deimos's voice sounded sad, thinking about all the time they never got to spend together, all the things they would never get to do. He found comfort in the fact that they would now get forever together, death being eternal, just as Blake said.