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Than likes Pheem. Despite… everything. It should feel wrong. It doesn’t.
He thinks there’s nothing more beautiful than Pheem's smile, wide and sunny, teeth shining, his eyes turning into happy crescents. He’s pretty. He’s so very pretty.
He’s beautiful in the sharp designer suits that cost ten times more than Than would earn in a year as his bodyguard.
He’s more beautiful naked.
Than likes how strong and muscular Pheem feels under him. Compact, tough. He won’t break. How he’s about a head shorter but beats Than in raw power. How it doesn’t bother him at all when people make him. He hugs and kisses Than when he feels like it, and for the rest he has his sharp tongue, his fists, his gun. Preferably his gun – he fights like a wildcat, he’s fast and fierce, he hits hard, but he never has a plan for it.
Than loves to bed him. As often as possible. As thoroughly as possible. He likes how Pheem flirts with him, how he curls into Than and playfully strains away, inviting him to chase a kiss, or two, or more. To chase him. Pheem likes it when Than chases him; they rarely reverse. Sometimes he’ll be skittish, snappy, when he’s worried about something. When he’s brooding.
He’s clever. Pheem’s wits can cut like razors. He’s good at scheming, and he always, always has a strategy, ten steps ahead of his opponents in that deadly game he’s playing. It’s never obvious what exactly he’s aiming for – Than has learned that the very obvious is usually not the ultimate goal with Pheem. His objective… Than thinks his objective might not just be succeeding his father as chairman of their multi-billion hospital business. Or eliminate his half-siblings – Pheem’s been remarkably restrained towards them.
Than doesn’t always understand him. His own mind works in straight lines (except for Pheem where it is happily, thoroughly, irreversibly bent).
It took a while for Than to see beyond the facade. He thought Pheem couldn’t feel pain, or anything at all. He can be so cold. He can be cruel. Unlike his father, Pheem’s never been sadistic. For a long time, Than struggled against his attraction, he could see clearly enough how Pheem was using it to manipulate him. Pheem lies, often and habitually, as if he couldn’t say anything true to save his life. But perhaps it was the lies that saved him, so often he can’t be truthful. He’s always holding something back. Something of himself.
Pheem is hard to love. He’s easy to hurt.
Perhaps the truth isn’t always what matters the most.
Than loves it when Pheem smiles.
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