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Nathaniel Graison

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Date: 2024-03-02 12:53 am (UTC)
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Malcolm stiffened when he was touched, but like before, it wasn't because of Nathaniel or the fact he touched him. It was purely coincidental, because he'd just processed the information Nathaniel relayed, and the gears in his brain turned and clicked, and--

Charles didn't have sex with him, per se, but he did get off on what happened. In a very literal way.

Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ.

Fuck this city.

It didn't change a single feeling toward the situation that occurred--as mixed up and weird as the melting pot of confusion and vulnerability and a little dark corner of his mind that processed at least some of it as something else. Something he delighted in tossing back in Charles's face to draw attention away from anything that could paint him as some kind of victim in his eyes. Something to give him back his own power. Not that it actually worked for either of those reasons.

Malcolm swallowed thickly and drew his gaze back toward the other young man at his side. "I-I know. I know it wasn't. It just means I have something real to blame now." Closure? If only it were that simple.
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