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"You like Star," David asks, casually, leading the way further into the old hotel, "don't you, Michael?"
Michael ducks his head to hide an embarrassed smile. "Well, yeah," he admits but there's an edge to his voice as he adds, "Something wrong with that?"
"Nothing at all," David assures him, and he means it. "You're one of us now. What's mine is yours."
Michael blinks at him, slowly, like the idea of Star as something David is willing to share doesn't sit easily with him. For his part, David doesn't see any reason to let him sit with the thought at all.
"Gotta say though," he tells Michael, "I think you could do better."
"Better?" Michael scoffs, but his smile fades when he meets David's eye, pinned by his gaze.
"You like me, Michael?" Unhurriedly, David starts to close the distance between them, one step at a time.
Thrown, Michael hesitates, like he can't quite remember why liking David might not be something he'd usually admit, even to himself. David's used to having that effect on people.
Michael's throat works soundlessly for several seconds before he manages to say, "Yeah? I... there something wrong with that?"
David beams at him, even as he backs Michael into the wall. "Nothing at all, Michael," he says, raising a hand to cup the side of his face. He feels Michael flinch at the touch, his breath quickening, but he doesn't pull away.
"After all," David goes on, "you're one of us now." And with a hand cupped around the back of his neck, David draws Michael's willing mouth down to meet his own.