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FUGUE ˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
JANE BARON<br />
ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
worse.<br />
“In that state, you come here. And that is<br />
why I know about the drugs, that is why I have<br />
seen it, because I have seen you every night for<br />
the past five weeks.”<br />
He looked back now, into a face that was<br />
drained of color, and felt a brief gratitude that the<br />
eyes were so opaque, reflecting his own image<br />
back to him, revealing nothing of what was<br />
going on beneath. He wasn’t sure he could stand<br />
to see that. He answered the question that Avon<br />
would not ask, quickly, to get it over with. “Yes,<br />
you come here, to me, Avon. For sex.” Quietly<br />
he added, “Not sex. That’s unfair to us both. For<br />
lovemaking, I should have said. I think the—<br />
caring—is more important than the physical<br />
side. Though that—has been satisfactory as<br />
well. The whole relationship has<br />
been…satisfactory. It’s very difficult to think of<br />
losing it. God, you’re so damn sweet, so<br />
gentle—”<br />
He had dropped his eyes during the last<br />
few sentences, gazing unseeingly at the floor,<br />
lost in the host of images that rose unbidden to<br />
fill his mind. He had no warning of the fist until<br />
it slammed into his mouth. Caught off guard, he<br />
rocked backward with the blow.<br />
He made no attempt to retaliate. Feeling<br />
the numbness and then the pain, tasting copper,<br />
he was relieved that one thing at least was<br />
settled: he could not hurt this man. He’d wondered<br />
about that, knowing Avon, anticipating<br />
this reaction. But now, looking into that drawn<br />
white face, those eyes that burned like dark ice,<br />
he saw also the fine-etched beauty and heavylashed<br />
gaze of his gentle lover. Hurt Kerr?<br />
Smash a fist into that trusting face, shatter that<br />
velvety brown gaze? Easier to say just cut your<br />
own hand off and be done with it. He was glad of<br />
the knowledge that he was worthy of Kerr’s<br />
trust.<br />
“I told you you wouldn’t like it,” he said,<br />
ignoring the trickle of blood from his split lip.<br />
“You don’t have to stand there like that. I won’t<br />
touch you. I don’t even blame you for hating<br />
me.”<br />
ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ PÆAN TO PRIAPUS<br />
“Hating you?” Avon whispered. “For a<br />
lie like that? Merely—hating?”<br />
“It isn’t a lie, Avon. You know it isn’t, or<br />
you wouldn’t have struck me. You’d be laughing<br />
at me right now.” Then, as the other man<br />
simply continued to stare at him: “Think, Avon.<br />
Can you remember anything you’ve done on any<br />
night after you’ve taken Lethe? Or do you<br />
merely wake up in the morning with eight blank<br />
hours behind you?”<br />
Avon’s eyes were wide on his, dilated<br />
and almost sightless. “This is—a ruse to get me<br />
to admit the drug.”<br />
“Oh, Avon. No. If anyone is guilty of<br />
encouraging you to take it, I am. I let myself<br />
think…it would all come right somehow. I believed<br />
that…the benefits were worth the risk.<br />
You needed love so much—needed to give it as<br />
well as to receive—”<br />
“You’re lying.” But in that instant he saw<br />
that Avon believed. That Avon knew. Perhaps<br />
the diamond-bright mind was putting together a<br />
hundred little anomalies from the past month, a<br />
hundred little mysteries suddenly solved, or<br />
perhaps the truth was too terrible to be denied.<br />
But Avon knew.<br />
And so, Blake simply shook his head<br />
mutely in answer to the accusation, and waited.<br />
It took some time for the last desperate<br />
defenses to fall of their own structural weaknesses.<br />
For the last doubts to slip through Avon’s<br />
grasping fingers. And then Avon went very still<br />
again, leaning back with a gut-wrenching composure.<br />
“I’ll kill you for this, Blake.” He said it<br />
quite calmly. And with that, even through the<br />
numbness, Blake felt a sudden shiver of fear.<br />
Because, just then, looking into eyes as dark as<br />
black pools under a new moon, he realized that<br />
no act would be too extreme to erase this. His<br />
death, Avon’s own, the destruction of any living<br />
being who had witnessed the<br />
violation…nothing was beyond bounds. As if<br />
those eyes saw an abomination that could not be<br />
tolerated.<br />
“You don’t understand,” he whispered,<br />
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