harshboldcharm | We Need to Talk: Wylie/Damon (locked to makesudothings

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We Need to Talk: Wylie/Damon (locked to makesudothings

Since he'd gotten back from seeing Charlotte, Wylie felt much better about himself and about his current situation. He wasn't afraid of what he was leaving behind or what he was facing. He knew that without a doubt he was making the most solid and true decision of his entire life and he had every intention of seeing it through. He knew about Damon's reluctance to give in completely to what he wanted. Wylie was more than aware of how Damon too wanted to see him live forever, but he saw how when he'd brought it up, Damon almost wanted him to think about it. As if there was a choice for Wylie. He couldn't think of anything else.

Currently sitting on the couch in Damon's place - though it was his too now that he essentially had moved in without exactly saying so - he was fiddling with his guitar. He'd been thinking about how he needed to bring it up, talking about the situation and when they would, but he couldn't quite bring himself to ask. So instead, he was caught in this in between place where he wanted to ask, but was nervous to bring it up. He wasn't sure how the conversation would go.

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"...But?" he prompted softly.

"No but," he looked confused that he would even go there. "I love you. I love you and I want to be with you," he replied, "and I don't want to put off forever." Wylie couldn't convince himself to speak plainly.

He hadn't meant to. His eyes soften at this and he reaches up, taking his face in his hands gently, pressing his forehead to his, "I love you, too." He waited patiently, for him to put it his own way.

Wylie leaned in to him, taking a deep breath. "Damon," he whispered his name carefully, "Damon... I think you..." Wylie stopped again. He gave a frustrated sigh. "I want you to..."

"Want me to..." he repeated softly, kissing his lips briefly. "Go on, love."

Wylie had to swallow down the anxiety. He kissed him softly in return, shutting his eyes. "...turn me," he whispered.

He lay his cheek to his gently. "But...I said I would," he said carefully.

"No," he corrected, "Damon... I'm asking you to do it." He brought his eyes to look at him, his hand resting against Damon's neck.

"Love..." He sighed lightly, closing his own eyes, hesitant. It was...such a big thing. It was because he cared that he hesitated.

"Damon, look at me," he waited, crooking his finger under his chin. "I'm asking you... you aren't pushing me. You aren't... I want to be with you and... I can't be forever without this."

He wasn't sure he hadn't...sub-conciously. Talking of it. But the thought - of having him - he just. "I just wanted you to be mine...just mine..." he murmured, half to himself. "I -"

Wylie cupped his cheek and shook his head, "Talk to me. You've got to talk to me." He worried that this would happen. That he would ask and Damon would be unsure of how he felt. Not about him, Wylie knew how much he loved him, but what he worried about was that he wasn't willing to do this.

"It is no small thing...eternity, love. You will be stronger, more beautiful...more..." Powerful. He could have anyone.

"More what?" he prompted gently. He brushed his thumb across Damon's lips and furrowed his brow. "What is it that holds you back because I know it isn't me..."

"Just...more. It's a very tempting, dark life if you do not want for anything now, even so...it will take you in." He smiled gently. "I thought..if I sire someone, it wouldn't matter...but to think of you as my mate...and then, if I lost you -" He's not sure...he will recover so well.

Wylie shook his head. He wasn't sure what he meant. He knew that he was stepping into a different kind of life. Something that was frightening. Something dark. But, losing him? "Why would you lose me? Damon," his voice was more stern, urgent, "why do you think you would lose me?"

"Because you will be so capable...more than now!" he burst out on a breath, holding his face. "You'll be beautiful...and strong and you could have...." He could - "Anyone."

For the first time, he felt a sense of fear. It wasn't that Damon frightened him, but there was something in his eyes, the way he looked at him. The way the emotion touched him. "Don't you trust me?" he asked, barely above a whisper, "why would I have anyone else if I'm doing this for you?"

"The last time -" He looked down. "I trust you...I - want to trust you, implicitly. But...this life. What if -"

He can't do this, he realises, and tries to rise.

Wylie can't control him. He can't pull him back and he knows he is not nearly strong enough. Wylie doesn't care. he stands with him and grabs Damon by his arms, holding him square with him and nearly snarling, "You want to trust me? You don't? When I have I given you reason to believe that I want anything but you?! I know I walked away... I was afraid, but I'm facing you now and asking you to do what I did," he lowered his voice, rough, "come back."

"I am afraid..." He says this softly, eyes lowered, letting him hold him in place, but he's stiff, limp with it. "I have not...felt that in a long time. And...this fear, is not of what you will do so much as...I may not be enough anymore..."

Wylie broke with that confession, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him towards him. His presses his hand to the back of his head, his lips against his temple, then to his ear, nuzzling in against him. "Damon," he whispered to him, soft, reassuring. "you are enough. You will always be enough. You can't ever doubt that."

Damon shivered...closing his eyes again, listening, feeling but...he felt as though his mind had disconnected from his body. "I..."

He wanted to believe that. "I wasn't...before."

He gently hushed him, nuzzling against him. He smoothed his hands across his brought shoulders. "Damon..." he felt pained to say it. "Damon, what... what does before have to do with us? I'm not whatever was before..."

"You're better..." he whispered. "Because you are only mine...and I want it to always be so."

We Need to Talk: Wylie/Damon (locked to makesudothings

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