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He never wanted a man before, never thought he would feel this desire for a man who’s not even human but a extraterrestrial being. They’re too different and still so similar: order against mess and controll against improvisation, but individualism and rebelliousness in both of them. A day without an argument (Hal is usually the one who starts the fights) happens once in a blue moon. So he can’t understand why Sinestro drives him so crazy, he’s in his mind too many times and many of his thoughts are not so clean as they should. But Hal can’t forget those yellow burning eyes, that dark voice, that slender and strong body. Sinestro haunts him when he’s alone in his room, lying on the bed, trying to catch sleep. Hal can feel the other man standing in the dark, next to him. Without opening his eyes, he knows Sinestro’s getting closer, he can feel his breath against his ear and then against his lips and all his body is on fire as he begins to touch and kiss…until he liberates with a last moan and comes to reality once again just to realise he’s alone, he has been all the time.