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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.”
No one is sure how Host ended up as a child. It baffles everyone, but they decide to just make do until a solution presents itself. The small boy with fluffy, downy wings, is undeniably adorable, Edward decides as he picks Host up to carry him down to the kitchen for lunch.
Host coos and chirps at him, wings flapping in excitement as Edward mentions chicken nuggets for lunch. Edward laughs softly, shutting one eye as one wing flaps upward and smacks the side of his face. “Host, try and control those wings of yours for me?” He requests, smiling as the child blushes and tucks his wings back to his sides. “Sorry Eddie.” The child huffs, and Edward places a gentle kiss on his head.
“It’s alright, Host. You didn’t mean to.” Host bounces back, then, feathers smoothing from where they had puffed up while the child pouted. He grins blindly up at Edward, begin to wriggle excitedly again when they reach the kitchen and he can smell the nuggets. Bim giggles at the sight of the small owl boy in Doc’s arms, watching the doctor settle Host down at the table.
“Who’s ready for some chicken nuggies?” Bim coos, carrying the plate over and dramatically placing it down in front of Host. Host lets out a thrilled screech which is less cute but definitely in tune with the bird of which his wings originate.
The child settles in to eat, and Edward heads off to continue his work covering how to get Host back to normal.
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