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iv; don't touch me

iv; don't touch me

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"The past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it."
― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

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A bright azure erupted across the skies, the whispers of orange and pink, and Phil still felt like he was going to throw up. There was a sickening feeling beginning to stir in the pit of his stomach, even if it had gone away for most of the night, even if he'd been able to sleep for about an hour. His eyes pressed closed and he leaned forward, gripping his fists on the window sill. "Phil?" He heard a voice ask behind him, and looking over his shoulder, Phil raised an eyebrow.

Dan's lips pushed into a thin line, and he crossed both of his arms over his chest, dark eyes searching Phil's for a moment. He cleared his throat. "Are you okay?" He asked timidly, and when he took a couple steps forward, Phil's muscles tightened. Dan came closer, however, until their chests were together. He leaned up to press a kiss to the bottom of Phil's jaw, drawing a line across his boyfriend's jaw with a finger. "I'm worried, you hardly slept, and well... You left in the middle of the night." The other man wouldn't meet his eyes now.

Phil's eyes rounded a little, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to Dan's forehead, and Dan could feel his smile. "I'm okay," He murmured into Dan's skin, even if the man couldn't really hear, "promise."

"Knock knock, motherfuckers, daddy's home!" Benji announced as he kicked the door to Phil and Dan's room open. He had a cut from his chin to his forehead, long and scabbing, and suddenly Phil remembered he'd gotten hurt. He went to say something, but Benji brushed his fingers along the cut. "It's a war scar," He whispered sullenly as he looked into the distance, "I still remember all the gun shots." Then he broke into a grin, raised an eyebrow at both of them. "I'm gonna get all the ladies with that, especially Batgirl copier. I bet you she'll be my honey bunch of oats."

"When did Benji turn into Deadpool?" Dan asked curiously to Phil, but passed the man and headed to the door, patting Benji's head. "Good luck, weirdo." He slipped past both of them, probably to the kitchen to make food for all of them, including Joey, who had to get to school soon.

Phil only whispered, "Jesus Christ." He stared at his best friend for a long moment, then pulled him into a hug, setting his chin on his head. "What happened to Benji I met in the cemetery, loser?" Benji pulled back, a somber look taking over his face, and he looked away for a moment. Then he tapped his chin and tilted his head up, looking confused, because the joke he'd been about to make had slipped his mind at the last minute.

So, he quickly offered, "Benjamin Thacker died the minute I met you."

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A little while later, Dick Karter was trying to take off his uniform when Save Rock and Roll blared from somewhere, and when he turned, Benji Thacker was standing leaning against the window, the music playing from his phone. "I thought my entrance needed a little pizzazz, so I spiced it up with some Fall Out Boy. Hope it didn't scare you, man, I was just bored." He smiled, and he had a scabbed cut along his face, which looked a little brutal, made him look a little crazy when his smile morphed into a grin.

"Uhm..." Dick stuttered, raising both his eyebrows, "Uhm... Really? Okay then, heh, uh..." He trailed off. He followed Benji's eyes to where his shirt was undone, revealing about half of his chest, and he swore he saw a pink flush across the man's cheeks, saw his eyes widen.

"You've..." He raised his hands, kept his eyes away from Dick's, the blue seeming to be lighter than before, a childish look to their depths, "No homo, bro. It's okay, I've never dated anyone, so I'm probably not gay." Something about the way he spoke made the detective more relaxed, all the jokes and humor in his words, even if he didn't mean for it to be there. Benji met his eyes for a second, and Dick blinked a couple times.

Then he decided buttoning up his shirt was a really good idea, because he definitely didn't know how to react to the no homo comment. He was also a little confused, because even if he'd dated a couple girls now and then, maybe a guy too. But... The fact Benji hadn't dated anyone? That drew confusion in his brain, and he had to inhale, pretend he wasn't a little nerved by that. "You're the sword one, right?" He managed, and Benji looked less nervous, a relieved smile taking place on his lips.

"Yeah," He confirmed, "Dual katanas, like Deadpool. Dude, Wade Wilson is like, my hero." He looked like a kid, shaking with excitement, and Dick reached out, put his hands on both of the man's shoulders to calm him down. Instead of what he meant to do, Benji shook harder, trembled and stared at Dick like he'd summoned some sort of hell spawn. Then he backed up, sniffled and looked away. "Don't." He said quietly, a small frown on his face, and when Dick approached him again, Benji leaped out the window and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Why didn't he want Dick to touch him? He wasn't going to hurt him, he should know that, Dick was nice. But there had been fear in his blue eyes just then, when Dick had set his hands on his shoulders. He scribbled something on a notepad before he continued taking off his uniform, and the thought followed him to his bed that night, where he stayed awake and stared to the ceiling.

The thought might follow him to his grave, and he felt as if he had to drag his eyelids shut, had to force his thoughts upon something else. They always fell back to the simple couple of words.

What kind of person was scared of touch?

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