Dark Moons ; a 2 Moons A.U. Fanfic

To Have Met You

Author's Note: I am back from the dead! Some bad things going on. Trigger Warning: Rape Talk.

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Forth's P.O.V.

Forth squinted, allocating all his attention at his target aim. There was sweat on his forehead, and his bottom lip hurt due to how hard he was biting into it. He carefully curled his finger around the trigger.

He'd hit it this time, he knew he was capable of it. He'd done it a countless times before.

One final push. The bullet left his rifle.

And missed again the heart of the metal human silhouette, hitting instead the arm of one of Forth's minions, who yelped and tumbled to the ground, clutching his wounded limb.

"Are you nuts!" Forth yelled, eyeing the whimpering victim of his seventh miss angrily. "Can you not look where you're going! I don't have money to waste on the medical bills of morons!"

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and when his eyes finally landed upon his aide-de-camp, he gave a panicked nod.

She had been watching him with concerned eyes, and at his unspoken command went on to signal something to three men working in the corner of the empty warehouse. They loaded their injured cohort onto a truck and left for the hospital.

After ensuring that they were now alone, she approached Forth and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay? Your hands are shaking. Maybe you should rest for a bit."

"I don't need to rest," Forth asserted, not meeting her eyes.

His body said otherwise; his hands trembled as he cocked his weapon for another shot. She snatched the firearm anyway, and threw it carelessly to the ground. She was, perhaps, the only person Forth had ever met that possessed no fear of him, or of other dangerous things.

"If you're hurting or something, you can talk to me, you know," Pring said, grabbing a ragged wooden chair for Forth to sit on.

Forth eyed her warily, but dropped without argument into the chair she had drawn. He screwed his eyes shut and let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head as if that would make thoughts of a certain black-haired boy disappear.

"I'm not hurting. Why would I be hurting? Do I look like a wimp to you?"

"Ai'Forth... all of us can tell there is something bothering you, and that that something has nothing to do with business," Pring answered, flopping down on the uneven concrete ground beside him. "I know you don't think of me as your real sister or whatever but you're my big brother if I've ever had one. Trust me, I'm willing to listen – and even help out, if I can. Emotions are not part of our job but people like you... you can't run from them."

"Pring, I –"

"Are you in love?"

Forth's mouth snapped shut. Of course he wasn't in love. That was ridiculous. How could he feel something that doesn't exist to begin with?

He only wanted to fuck Beam, that was all.

More than he'd ever wanted to fuck anyone in his life.

It was just how difficult it was to bed Beam that was getting to him. He'd never had to try so hard before.

Beam refused to even accept his friend request.

He just wasn't used to it.

"No," he told Pring firmly. "It's just that this boy won't –"