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Peter Shell


"I don't get it," grumbled Peter as he lay on the couch, his head on a tall blonde's lap. The just-barely older male sighed and shook his head, finishing yet another braid in the artist's hair. This was the third time he had to explain the stupid show to Peter, and it got only more annoying with time. Peter, however, not sensing the other male's impatience, only let out another whine. "Come on, Darce, explain it to me again!"
"Peter, I can't keep explaining this concept to you," replied the blonde, yanking on a braid. "Jesus, was this what watching television with Hayden was like?" He immediately hated himself for bringing up Hayden. The young artist was still deeply bruised by the event that had occurred less than a week ago.
Peter, however, only exhaled through his nose and answered. "A little. Hayden and I both would ask each other question about the show, neither of us really understanding it, and then just give up, laugh, and turn it off to spend time with each other. I felt like he really knew me." His voice wavered, and Peter covered his face with his hand. "Why'd you have to bring him up, Darcy?"
"Because it's been a week and I haven't been able to pick up my clothes from my place since the moment you literally ran into me," was his chuckled response, the memory of their third meeting making him laugh in his mind.

Peter turned the radio up even higher, the pain in his chest ripping him apart. He couldn't figure what hurt more, knowing he was wrong all along or losing the one person who actually took the time to know the artist behind the art. As if! Hayden was just using him for an easy meal, that's it! He nodded harshly to himself, the movement so sudden that he was disoriented for a second. Unfortunately, that second was the reason why he ended up almost running over the handsome blonde from before. Peter screamed, just barely managing to stop the car before bruising the blonde too badly. He rolled down the window, screaming out of it, "You again?! Can't you just stay out of my life instead of trying to ruin every aspect?!"
Darcy quietly went around the car, leaning on the window and peeking inside. "You know, I never intended for any of that to happen," he said in his calm, deep voice, his own eyes matching Peter's. "I'm so sorry about what my brother and I did. There's nothing we can do to make it up to you, I know, but please. Can you just let me try?"
Peter was silent for a moment, then unlocked the car and stared forward. "Get in and don't talk," he grunted, not looking at Darcy as he rounded the car and got inside.

Back in reality, Peter was unbraiding one of the braids given to him by Darcy, lips pursing slightly in concentration. "It's not my fault that your brother hasn't come looking for you," he grumbled, seeing Darcy wince from the corner of his eye. Tooth for a tooth, my friend, he thought, although he know he shouldn't have said it so harshly. "So you really haven't heard from him?" he asked, steel eyes now upturned towards the twin.
He shook his head. "Not a word. I guess it's really over now." The young man sighed, taking the remote and turning off the television. "I didn't even care that it was wrong, you know. I just loved him. I loved every part of him, even the parts that I didn't understand. But that's all gone now. We're both alone in the world now."
The artist reached for Darcy's hand, squeezing it once before releasing it with a small smile. "Hey, I'm here if you need me," he reminded the melancholic teen. "You know that."
Darcy chuckled lightly, nodding. "I guess you're right." He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I still miss him, though."
"Yeah, I understand you perfectly," murmured Peter, on his side as he peered at a sketch he'd finished recently, yet another likeness of the incubus he'd fallen so whole-heartedly for. It was all he could draw now.


Darcy Valentine

Peter Shell


The two immediately sat up, Peter gasping and Darcy standing and preparing his stance as the door burst. The young blonde was ready to strike to protect his friend, when he heard Peter's name called. He looked to the artist, confused.
But Peter had recognized Hayden immediately, even with his demon side. "Hayden." The teen looked up to Darcy, standing and setting his hands on his arm. "You should go."
"And leave you with this lunatic?" he scoffed. "Like Hell."
"Darcy, please-"

Darcy Valentine

Peter Shell


"... What?" Darcy took in the information, finding it hard to believe at first, but too worried about his brother to deeply question the teacher's credibility. He looked to Peter, eyes asking for permission, which was given with a nod. He nodded himself, then bolted out, heading straight down the streets to find his precious brother who he'd abandoned.

Back inside, Peter sat back on the couch and crossed his arms and legs, still upset at Hayden. "What are you doing here?" he asked, steel eyes cold on the demon.


Darcy Valentine

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

He blinked twice in silence. "Second priority?" repeated the artist as he looked down at the kowtowing teacher. He shook his head in confusion, then kicked out one foot at Hayden's side. It wasn't a hard kick, just one that showed his irritation. "Get up. I'm not the king of Siam." Peter stepped back to lean on the arm of the couch, folding his arms and keeping those shielded steel eyes on his demonic lover.
"Hayden, I worked so much to be able to pay for myself. Without the funds raised by selling my work, which you suggested, by the way, I wouldn't be able to pay for my tuition or my rent every month. I don't get paid to stay at this school. You can't even imagine what I went through just to pay to get in. If you'd gotten your head out of your a** for five seconds, you would've been able to see that." Peter turned away, expression still upset. "Why couldn't you trust me? I trusted you, which was obviously a bad idea on my part. Why couldn't you just trust me to come back on time?"

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

Peter was quiet, then let out a noise as he lunged forward and grabbed the back of Hayden's shirt. "He's not my boyfriend," he said with a blush as his grip tightened and his voice grew softer. "You are. Darcy couldn't take something like that from you. I... I still love you, stupid." Peter sighed and closed his eyes, already unable to believe that he had to show his feelings again. "I didn't want you to help m with tuition. I got into this school without anyone's help. I worked as hard as I could ( emotion_awesome ) and I earned the money. I never asked for anyone's help. I never needed anyone's help." His fists shook at this last part, tears surfacing. "And then I met you, and you wanted me to lean on you, to depend on you. I can't do that! All my life, I've been standing on my own, and now someone wants me to be dependent on them? I couldn't bear the debt. So I worked to earn my keep, and I expected you to work beside me, inside of hanging all over me and whining about sex. All. The time. You're my first b-b-boyfriend, Hayden. You have to let me figure out how this all works. Do I really seem like the kind of person who would go back on a promise? Who would change plans without even calling you first? I don't even have any friends who would come to pick up my things! In fact, I'd probably ask you to bring them to me!" He was quiet for a second, then spoke again. "I care about you, stupid. If I didn't, I would've actually gone through with sleeping with Darcy, but I didn't. You... You're the only person I wanna sleep with, and be with. I'm only mad that I forgave you the second I saw what you were doing."

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

Peter gazed up at the monstrous being, then closed his eyes once again and tilted his head into Hayden's touch, though careful not to let himself get cut. "Hayden," he breathed into the kiss, his own hands moving from the incubus' chest to wind around his neck. After a few seconds, he pulled away, swallowing his shyness and looking down between them to glance at the slowly growing mound. "Are you hungry?" he asked in a nervous whisper.

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

He smiled at the response, returning the kiss happily as he slowly moved backwards to the couch. His fingers curled over the man's shoulders and tugged him back, struggling to figure out how to deepen the kiss without having some part of him bleeding.