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lostcybertronian:

…Bim/Dark?

Also I love this more than words describe. I hope you do too.

Title: One Night

“Please, take the pain.” 

Dark was on his knees in front of him. His suit jacket and undershirt were both unbuttoned, revealing to Bim what he really had no desire to see.

Rotten, oozing flesh. Pearl-white bone. Hints of festering organs.

The air was tinged with the heavy scent of decay. It rolled off Dark in waves.

Bim’s heart broke a little at the sight.

“Please.” The words came out a whisper, and Bim fought back a bitter, choked laugh.

He’d never seen Dark as one to beg.

“And what do you offer me in return?” Something flashed in Dark’s eyes when he said this. Malice, maybe, or pride. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, leaving Bim to wonder if he’d imagined it. “I don’t give anything for free.”

The answer came immediately. “Anything.”

Bim circled him, slowly, considering his options. But there wasn’t anything to consider, really, was there? He’d always known what he’d wanted.

Still, there was a long, pregnant pause before he said, “for one night, you are mine. And I can take the pain away.”

“Is it sex you’re after?” The stare that Dark fixed him with held dull curiosity and something else Bim couldn’t quite decipher.

He quickly looked away, waved a hand dismissively, as if to claim indifference. “For whatever I want.”

There was another pause. Then, “do you love me?”

Bim’s heart fluttered against his ribs and he turned, forcing nonchalance to his face and to his tone. “That’s not in the terms of our agreement.”

He knew Dark could see the answer in his eyes, knew that, even with his carefully schooled expression, it was written all over his face.

But to Bim’s relief, the entity didn’t comment.

Instead, he gave a slow, exhausted nod. “I agree to your terms.”

Bim smirked, then leaned down, sliding two fingers under Dark’s chin and lifting his head up so their lips could meet. “Then pucker up, buttercup.”