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He has seen Alfred and Aaron doing battle, now, wrestling like Castor and Pollux on the fields of Virginia (Georgia, the Carolinas, Mississippi, Alabama). They fight as fiercely as brothers, hating in each other what they cannot reconcile in themselves, teeth bared and hands grappling for throats. It makes him fear for both of them.
It makes him hard.
Arthur never wears blue or grey when he is in the States. He only ever wears somber black suits; although the ash stains them, the blood hardly shows at all. Both of his American boys take him into their beds, although they shout at him and demand ships of him and cry for him in the hard daylight.
There is a dream that persists, shameful and strange when he lies sleeping in a makeshift camp bed or in the ruined husk of a plantation house (and he has slept in both, in both with both of them).
Image: Aaron and Alfred grappling on soft cotton sheets, nude in the candlelight. Aaron's hand finds Alfred's throat; Alfred's fingers twist in Aaron's hair; their mouths are locked together, and their tongues entwined. They are whimpering as though the pressure of want is killing them.
Image: Arthur putting his hand on Alfred's smooth back; the northerner breaks his fierce kiss to draw Arthur into that fierceness. His teeth close on Arthur's lip, drawing blood casually--when Arthur leans down to kiss Aaron in turn, there is still the taste of blood between them. The two men part, letting Arthur slip seamlessly between them.
Image: Alfred's fingers in his arse, Alfred rutting hard and fast against his hip--Aaron leaning up, desperate for contact, taking the soft nub of Arthur's nipple between his teeth and biting harsh and needy. He cries out as much from arousal as from shock, and then all at once Alfred is guiding Aaron inside of him and his fingers are still inside and this is the most wonderfully, impossibly full that Arthur has ever been--
Image: Alfred pushing in as well, his cock aligned with Aaron's, the both of them mad with lust for how tight this is, how good this is, and something's sure to tear but Arthur can't remember why he should care, because the two of them are beginning to thrust, their hands clenching each other's, their skin hot and flushed, meaningless words falling from their lips as Arthur reaches down to take himself in hand--
Image: "I want to be a part of you," Alfred babbles, voice lost at the nape of Arthur's neck. "I want to be joined to you, I don't ever want to be apart from you, I want us all to be one--we're so close--"
Arthur always wakes shaking, heart pounding, skin sticky. At his side, Alfred shifts restlessly, or else Aaron turns over in his sleep.
Only one is ever there.
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It has been many months since Arthur saw Aaron--not since the treaty, if he is honest with himself. Things are settling down in America, despite the unpleasantness of the April assassination (and despite the unstable administration that followed). In the aftermath, Arthur has been spending time in Canada, spending time at home, returning to his industry and his newspapers and his trains and his penny dreadfuls. When he hears about the Shenandoah's arrival, at first he hasn't any idea why it concerns him.
When at last he realizes, he hurries to Liverpool at once.
"Hello," says Aaron quietly, his accent more muted now. He looks very pale--almost insubstantial, his beard straggling and his eyes sunken deep in his head. "I've come to offer you my surrender."
Arthur slowly, carefully draws this wisp of a man into his arms. "Where have you been, dear boy?" he whispers against Aaron's hair.
Aaron laughs, like a cough. "In the Pacific," he says. "I'm sorry it took so long--but I was so far away ..."
"Quite all right," says Arthur briskly. "We must get you settled, and bring you a bit of tea--"
"No." This time, the sound truly is a cough. "No ... I'm a part of him, now. I've given myself up properly ... and now we're going to be one again. But I had to show you, before I went ..."
His eyes slide closed, and all at once he goes limp in Arthur's arms. Arthur holds him in stern silence until the skin begins to cool.
He can't tell what he's been shown, or why.
-- end --
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Oh my god this was just. It was wonderful. I loved how you handled the dual personalities and the conflict itself was done so so well. I was worried that whoever took this would let it dissolve into stereotypes or just, not do it well. You did this so, so well. I cried at the end. Wonderful wonderful work anon. Beautiful.
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Oh that's sad. I want to hug them all.
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I've wanted to see these two sides of Alfred for so long!
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That was amazing anon! I'm so glad someone picked this up, as it's such an interesting prompt, and you truly captured it! Made me cry in public even. ILU anon~<3
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I can't believe how awesome that was. The split personality thing and... Oh man. Thumbs way up.
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god that was really beautiful. I loved all the little references to bits, and how well you portrayed the union/confed dynamic with UK. I live in a place geographically far south of the mason-dixie line in the US but is coupled with the northern culture, so I love that you didn't reduce the sides to stereotypes.
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I'm so glad that you liked it! As I think I've mentioned--I'm in sort of the same boat with regard to origins (I'll just come out and say it--I'm from West Virginia). So I understand where there's a cultural investment in both sides, and I strove to honor that investment.
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