It Was You - Davos Blackwood x Aeron Bracken

Chapter 11 - At Last

"What is up with you, Blackwood?" They sat at the table in the cabin, Davos picking at the food in front of him, while Aeron chewed quietly, his plate almost empty.

"What ever could you mean, cunt?" He spat the last part, trying to push his aggressive, angry personality.

"You are acting weird, have for the past couple days." In fact, it had been four since the first dream Davos had, since then, they have gotten worse, erotic, even. The most recent consisted of this very cabin they sat in, Aeron pinned beneath Davos, nude. You could imagine what came next in the dream. It was all Davos could think about... lust about even. He had a ravenous look about him when he flicked his eyes up to meet Aeron's gaze. His eyes were dark, and hungry. The unrecognizable look made the blonde uneasy, shifting in his seat. He slid out of it rather quickly when the gaze of the other didn't slip from him. It made him feel as if he was prey. He made his way onto the porch, but was followed by the looming Blackwood. He grabbed Aeron by the wrist, yanking him around. His lips captured the other's hungrily. Aeron was shocked, but that soon turned into rage. He shoved the other boy off of him, punching him hard. Davos tripped backwards a few steps, his hand reaching upward to where he was hit.

"Don't you dare kiss me, Blackwood! I offered up my affection years ago that you shot down, why not then? Do you realize how much that hurt me?" He screamed, pushing Davos with such strength it threw him back onto the ground. He laid, sprawled out on the dewy morning grass.

"Did you spare my life to continue to toy with me? Just end my suffering, living near you is worse than death." Aeron spat, stomping back into the cabin, slamming the door behind him. The raven-haired boy stayed where he was on the ground, hands over his face. He was foolish, to do that, to think he could. After all he did, and put Aeron through, all the torment, hatred, and beatings. He believed there would be something there still. He was wrong for thinking that, he knew better. On his way down, nicked his wound on his calf, causing the thin membrane of the skin to burst back open slightly. He got to his knees, pulling himself up the step to the porch. He leaned himself against the door.

From the other side, he heard Aeron continue, "Why did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Why did you throw me to the side? Reject my advances?" The blonde sat on the floor on the other side of the door.

"It's complicated." Davos sighed, applying pressure to the sliced skin.

"No it is not! There is a reason!" Aeron's fist connected with the door, rattling it.

"I wanted to... protect you." Davos blurted out, burying his head in knees, his hand still wrapped around to stop the bleeding. The door swung open in an instant.

"Are you serious or playing one of your tricks on me," Aeron's voice was low.

"Yes, I loved you then, as I love you now." He had forgotten about the blood oozing from his leg as arms snaked around his waist, and warm lips engulfed his own.