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Andrew rolls his eyes, giving nothing away, “Yes, Junkie. You can scent me.”
Neil is on him in the next second. He doesn’t push him into the wall, too aware of Andrew’s boundaries even on the edge of his sanity, but his hands are frantic as he paws at the neck of Andrew’s hoodie. Neil’s sigh of relief as he strokes Andrew’s scent gland gently with his ruined fingers is torturous. Neil is quick to replace his hand with his face, humming softly as he breathes in Andrew’s own woodsy amber scent. He shivers as Neil’s nose traces the veins of his neck, his lips parted but not quite touching where Andrew really wants them.
At some point Andrew can’t take it anymore. His voice is gravelly when he finally speaks, “Yes or No.”
Neil’s pupils are so blown when he pulls back that the blue of his eyes is nearly eclipsed. He nearly can’t get the words out fast enough, “Yes Andrew, of course ye-”
He cuts him off, nearly as frantic even without heat in his veins, “Waist and up,” and then Andrew kisses him.
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- Part 1 of Stop Running For Nothing
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South Carolina summers are not for the faint of heart. It’s mid-nineties and humid, the kind of weather that makes your shirt stick to your body and your hair to your forehead. Occasionally there is the sweet relief of a rainstorm, a monsoon that drops the mugginess to a minimum. On the rare nice days, when the sun decides to take a vacation behind the clouds, the Foxes do whatever they can to spend time outside.
It just so happened that the night before one of these golden days, Matt and the other Foxes found out that Neil never learned how to ride a bike. It made sense, they thought. Between the violent nature of his first ten years and the constant traveling once on the run, his parents wouldn’t have thought to teach him.
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Caretaking 102: What can be learned from the gentoo penguin by williams_strawberries
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
10 Jun 2024
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Neil wasn't an idiot. He knew something was different about Andrew. The gifts, the attention, the surly attitude were all signals that something had changed. Andrew, the smug bastard, wasn't even trying to hide it. Neil laid in wait, ready to pounce, and was let down to discover that it was just Andrew's rut coming up. The first of their relationship. How will they handle it?
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- Part 2 of lessons in caretaking
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Neil gets drugged at Eden's. Again. They get him back quickly, but the parallels fuck with everyone and reveal what happened with Nicky the first time around.
But Andrew remains flawed, so doesn’t know anything is happening until he hears Nicky gasp. Nicky makes a lot of unnecessary noises, so this one isn’t especially concerning—not until Nicky’s hand flashes out to grip Andrew’s arm and he says, “Andrew,” with such strained urgency that Andrew’s head erupts into a riot of alarms.
He follows Nicky’s pointed finger and sees, through the thick forest of bodies, Neil. With some guy. Kissing. He’s out of his stool almost before he can consciously register the scene, leaving the scarred black metal toppling to the ground behind him and shoving into the crowd. Something is very wrong. Neil had been too still. Too loose. An unstringed puppet. Andrew knows what Neil looks like when he wants to kiss someone, and that—that isn’t it.
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It doesn't make sense. Neil was fine. More than fine. He’s safe at home with Andrew, and this should be the best possible ending to one of Neil’s best days, but when Neil squeezes his eyes shut, all he can see is —
Riko grinning with vicious pleasure as he slices Neil open. Riko’s eyes reflecting the glow of the lighter licking Neil’s skin. Riko laughing as a tattoo gun needle digs into Neil’s cheek.
Riko, Riko, Riko, smothering and impossible to escape. Panic knifes through Neil as he yanks uselessly against the handcuffs. No, no, no —
And then he’s saying it aloud, “No, no, no,” because there isn't a gag cutting into the sides of his mouth. Because Neil isn’t at Evermore. He’s at home with Andrew, who’s right there when Neil opens his eyes — only near the foot of the bed now, not touching Neil at all.
Neil has long gotten used to reading the faint shades of emotion that pass for expressions on Andrew’s face. But never, not even in Andrew's medicated, manically expressive days, has Neil seen Andrew wear anything like his current look of horrified shock.
Neil agrees to try the handcuffs in bed. It goes badly. Cue angst and h/c.