Blank Space °°Brallon/Ryden°°

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Before Dallon could react, Brendon's other hand shot to hold his waist and the hand holding his wrist yanked down. Dallon was forced forward with the motion, bending down and giving Brendon access to his ear.

"Time to wake up, Dallon." Brendon spoke quickly, "Remember who you are and remember who I am. You can't remember, but you can't forget. It's part of the arrangement you thought up."

Brendon suddenly released Dallon as he fought to stand upright. Dallon stumbled back, falling to the floor. Brendon loomed over him, continuing to speak rapidly.

"Look at me, watch me." Brendon grinned, holding his hand up above his head. "Do you remember the trigger?" He pulled his pinky and ring finger down while bringing his middle and index finger together. They still aimed at the sky, at least, for the moment.

"Brendon..." Dallon scooted back, feeling a slight dizziness. "Please..."

"Remember the trigger. Remember the gun. I'm aiming for that wall in your mind..." He brought his arm down, aiming the gun he made with his fingers at Dallon. He closed one eye and narrowed the other, "When I pull down my thumb, I fire and let you out."

"STOP!" Dallon yelled. He felt weird; his head was spinning, yet he was somehow able to focus on Brendon's fingers.

"THREE, TWO, ONE!" Brendon counted down, rapidly, bringing his thumb down. As he did, everything went black for Dallon.

Flashes were the next thing that Dallon saw. Images of time spent with Brendon. What he remembered... Then what actually happened.

The first night he had woken up with no memory of the previous few hours was revealed to him in vivid detail, ending in that devilish, blood covered smirk.

"Taught them a lesson or two..." Dallon laughed as fog from the shower's heat blurred out the image.

The next when he woke up to the text from Brendon.

He saw himself riding in the passenger seat while Brendon drove. Dallon looked down at his stained shirt in distaste.

"That one was so messy, babe." He said, looking over at Brendon. "We should of upped the dosage."

Brendon peaked over at him. "But it was so fun." He grinned, "It's been ages since we've had so much fun."

Dallon smiled at Brendon. "I know, babe." He leaned over and kissed Brendon's cheek. "You'll get rid of the clothes though, right?"

Brendon flashed a grin. "Always. Along with other things, as long as you want me too."

Dallon reached out to let the back of his hand trail down Brendon's jawline. "I can always count on you..."

Then, just minutes before the car ride began, when they seemingly shared their first kiss.

The paint that they had smeared on each other's faces revealed itself to Dallon during the replay of images. The thick scent of blood filled the room, as well as, their now covered faces. It still held body heat, and it was so slippery...

"You can't make me cover up this detail..." Brendon muttered against Dallon's lips as he pulled the taller man closer, "I need you to remember..."