The Silence Of Metawin.

Blood and Wine

Extra 2

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Warning: Distrubing too distrubing.

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He couldn't tear his eyes away. No matter how much he willed his neck to turn it was like his vertebrae were petrified. Win couldn't even blink. The strange thing was that he found no horror in the sight. He knew he should. He realized that logically he should be filed with sympathy and empathy and disgust and self-loathing for being a part of this but all he felt was fascination. It was like he was under a spell.

The rich aroma of expertly prepared dishes filled his lungs and he realized he was hungry. He hadn't taken more than a bite from his steak tartare, having been too distracted by Bright and his antics. Win wasn't a formal dinner sort of guy. They both knew this but they'd long ago made a concession. Will could continue to be the cabin loaner who so rarely ran a comb through his locks as long as he joined Bright for dinner every day, three of which would be formal. Bright was letting Win know he loved him in his own way and it was appreciated.

The two of them had gotten close ever since the red dragon case, quite literally. How they'd survived Win would never know. All he remembered was waking up in a comfortable bed, in a house far more glamorous than anything he'd ever seen, with his wounds nearly healed and already beginning to scar. He'd wandered around in a daze, pulling the silky smooth blanket tighter around his shoulders. It was a royal purple and the edges draped behind him like a cloak. Win entered a room which resembled a library and there, right in front of him was a window with a chair under it and a man in that chair reading a book.

"Ah, Win. It is good to see you back on your feet. Don't push yourself too hard now, you are still recovering." Bright looked impeccable, not a hair out of place. His legs were crossed and he was bathing in shadows despite the light shining through the window. Beyond him Win saw a forest of pines and firs, all emerald green.

"Where are we?" Bright bookmarked the page and placed the book on a nearby coffee table. He stood and for a moment the light made it seem like he had a halo. Win was perfectly calm as he watched the other man walk towards him, their eyes firmly locked together.

"We're in Kangoo Hills. You were asleep for a long time. I am very glad to see you haven't sustained any lasting damage, at least not to your body."

"What about my brain?" Bright pressed his palm gently against Win's cheek and the other leaned into it.

"I found nothing wrong when I examined you but you were unconscious. I would like us to have a session to make sure you haven't suffered any trauma to your psyche. We can do that later however. You look hungry." Win narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You were cooking. Do I want to know what ingredients you used?" Bright laughed, a conniving sound if ever there was one, and leaned in slightly until their foreheads were inches apart. Win looked up at him, his lips parting with a soft sigh. The grip he had on the blanket, the only thing covering his naked body, loosened and he felt the material slip lower down his shoulders.

"You already know what ingredients I used. The real question is whether you will still join me for dinner despite that. Win you do me the honour of your company Win?" The hand moved down the side of his neck and along his shoulder, pushing the purple silk to reveal even more skin. Win felt the hammering of his own heart inside his chest. He swallowed audibly before he nodded weakly.

"Excellent. I'll set everything up while you wash up and get dressed. I'm looking forward to our dinner." Each word was a breathy whisper dancing across Win's lips. He closed his eyes and savoured the intimacy for a moment and he was certain he felt a brush against his lips but when he opened his eyes again he was alone.