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He slid his free hand, sticky with fruit blood, up the column of Will’s neck. He gripped it. It was tighter than a friend should grip. It was possessive. He wrapped his fingers around Will’s throat, his thumb pressing into the pulse point.
The eye contact was insane. It was a physical tether.
"You want…" Mike’s voice was a wreck. A rasp. "… a strawberry?"
The tension in the room was high enough to shatter glass. And then, Will let out a wet, breathless chuckle.
"You’re an idiot," Will breathed.
The dream always starts the same way: with the weight of steel and the rustle of silk. In his sleep, Mike is a Paladin and Will is his light. In reality, Mike is an almost divorced academic from Indiana and Will is a cynical artist with wine stains on his chin and a cigarette between his lips. A weekend in the city was supposed to be a goodbye to the past. Instead, it becomes a messy, strawberry-sweet surrender to a hunger that seven years couldn't starve.