NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE

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*B fumbles through his things and grabs the strawberry-scented lubricant. After turning it over a few times in his grasp he hops downstairs to L*

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[downstairs, L is lying facedown on the bed, shirt off, arms folded beneath his head.]

[he waits anxiously. this is sooo not what it looks like.]

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*B squirts some of the lube onto his hands and hesitates...After a moment he slowly reaches out and touches L's back. When he's sure he's not going to get kicked he pressed in and starts kneading at the tension*

I used to do this with A...

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[flinches slightly with a soft hiss at that first contact, then eases into it. it's amazing how knotted up one gets sitting like he does.]

At the House.

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*B slooowly leans forward and kisses L between the shoulder blades before sharply sitting back again and massaging him*

Yes. He was always very tense...Like you.

*presses his thumbs against the curve of L's spine*

Is it really worth it? Sitting like that?

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B, no--

[he stops midsentence, and shudders as the muscles spasm beneath B's fingers. he settles back down.]

.....my reasoning abilities are nearly halved when I do not. You might wish to try it-- "don't knock it 'till you've tried it", they say.

[he sighs and rests his head on his arms again.]

You knew A.

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Sorry, I could not help it...You have the most beautiful skin. Much nicer than mine

*watches L shudder and shudders himself. He bites down on his nail and gnaws on it a bit before continuing*

I do. But...it does not work for me.

*kneads at his back a bit lower down.

If you could unkink your back you could think more clearly. More natural blood flow.

*slow blinks*

I knew A.

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[despite himself, he leans into it slightly. it's a reflex reaction.]

What happened?

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*B continues to work the tension in the lower black and grins slightly at L's reaction. Was L...enjoying it?*

....He killed himself, L. Hanging, in the bell tower.

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........I know.

I know that. I read the reports. They showed me the body when I next returned.

That's only the end of the story, B. What of the rest?

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*stops massaging for a moment as he considers the question, then resumes*

He was my only friend. We studied together. We ate together we.....were intimate in bed...And we enjoyed it. But all either of us truly wanted was ...you...I think that was true for lots of us at the House. During the throws of passion we were thinking about you.

*grimaces*

When A died I was livid.

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[inhales, and then closes his eyes, arching back into it.]

Did he say why?

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*leans in to breathe into L's ear*

Because he loved you.

*returns to original position*

Because he could not face the strain of becoming you. Overworked and underloved. He snapped.

*starts working L's shoulders*

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[that must have hit a sweet spot, because lord, that actually elicits an audible moan.]

When did you forfeit?

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*B shudders noticeably at L's moan and his breath hitches in his throat*

Wh-when...*coughs*

...When A died.

*presses closer to the neck*

Is this massage working?

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[HO SHIT STRANGULATION TRAUMA. L snaps upright when they get too close, one hand clasped protectively across his throat.]

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*blanks*

L! I've...

*hangs his head, rises from the bed and walks over to the window. He looks out it sadly. He's done something wrong...*

*curls his fingers into his hair and snarls in frustration*

Blew it...