duke_of_illusions | domesticity

"It's not your fault."

Quick, firm. Al's arms slip around him, squeezing softly. "I never brought it up, I never asked anyone about it. Everyone I've been around probably assumed the same thing."

"I don't care about any of them. I'm entrusted with your welfare, when it comes to what we do together, and I should have made sure you understood."

Just as firm.

"But- for moving forward, the few things you should know. One, sugar. There's a reason I ply you with it."

Al nuzzles him, nodding.

Honestly, he's more relieved than anything.

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"Two, aside from that, a full and balanced meal. Plenty of fruit, bread, and meat."

Nuzzling him back.

"Even if you drag on your way to the kitchen- or just drag your way to my room, I'll always feed you. It'll help a great deal. Third- your top, dominant, or even more vanilla sexual partner, if it is just brought about by exertion."

Al nods again, warm and pressed close.

Just hearing all of this is a release.

"For the next- dozen or so times we play, I'm going to check on you in person the day afterwards. Either by having you stay over, or coming to find you."

Kissing him.

"And I'm going to kill Break."

Al's utterly fine with that. He nods, leaning into the kiss, utterly relaxing with him. He'd protest that he's fine, but he'd genuinely enjoy getting to see him so often.

At the last, though, his fingers tighten a little on Barma.

"... Rufus, nobody's probably ever told him. Or Ryo, for that matter..."

"All right. I won't kill him."

But he is going to rip his face off, from the look of the set of his jaw.

"It's his job to protect you, too. He took your virginity. He still plays with Ryo routinely."

"And I'll make sure both he and Ryo know," he promises, softly.

As ill-timed as it is, knowing that Rufus would be so protective of him is a good feeling, too.

"It's an honest mistake, with no permanent harm to me. I'm more worried about them, to be honest."

"All right. I trust your judgement."

Even if he doesn't look happy, at the moment. But he kisses Al's forehead, and seems to calm a little.

"Thank you," Al whispers back, stroking Barma's hair slowly and relaxing in his arms.

"Thank you so much."

His eyes are closed.

"I really needed to hear this. Thank you."

"I can't believe I didn't tell you."

Soft, still so frustrated with himself.

"You- were hurting so needlessly."

"And you had no way of knowing it."

Quiet, but firm.

"I've managed to hide much worse from my own brother." He hesitates, sighs. "... it may be a family trait, come to think of it."

Al strokes Barma's hair. "The point is that I was also deliberately hiding those feelings from you as well. ... I won't be doing that anymore."

"Yes. I want to help you work on skills that'll let you bring these things up on your own."

Touching his cheek and throat, softly.

"It sounds hard for you."

"Yeah. I want to help everyone I know work on those particular skills." A small smile.

He gratefully leans into the touches, craving them.

"It... is difficult, bringing up painful things. I hate the feeling of having to rely on someone, even if I'm always asking others to rely on me. I guess it's a feeling of being weak, somehow... you always want to believe you can manage on your own."

"I know that feeling."

Sighing.

"You are very strong," he reminds him softly.

"And it takes a lot of courage to be you. I'm very proud, and very honored, to know that you have trusted me even a little."

He gently touches his cheek with a fingertip, smiling warmly.

"I'm going to try to make sure a mistake like this doesn't happen again."

Just as sincere.

"Would you like me to wait outside while you talk to Break? He needn't see me."

"Thank you," he whispers again, touching his face.

But for the rest, he takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

"No. With as many negative feelings as you two hold for each other, I know he wouldn't want you to be watching us. And he'd feel betrayed if he found out I knew you'd been there."

He strokes Barma's hair. He'd do the same, the other way around.

"All right. But I'll wait for you in my room- in case you need me afterwards."

"I might," he admits, very softly. He looks worried, and pained.

This is going to hurt Break terribly.

"Would you be comfortable bending the truth to protect his feelings?"

"It would depend on how much I'd have to bend it," he murmurs.

"Most people experience bottom drop when they've either gone through a very difficult scene, or when they've done something intensely emotional, like we have today. If you approached him to ask him if he ever gets it, and that I warned you about it because of what we had done here, it would suggest that your own experiences with it were- perhaps more limited? He would be free to extrapolate, if he wished."

Al has to smile, aching.

"I'll do that," he promises, with a deep sigh. "But knowing him, he'll still worry about it terribly. He's very sensitive when it comes to pain, especially if he believes he's at fault."

That blind love for him comes through in Al's voice.

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