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JANE BARON ˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
FUGUE<br />
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him. “Please believe that, at least. I never meant<br />
to hurt you.”<br />
Avon yielded to the pressure as Blake<br />
pulled at him, shuffling a quarter of a pace back<br />
so that only their upper bodies were in contact.<br />
His head still sagged forward, and Blake coaxed<br />
it up, one-handed.<br />
“Avon. Please let me make it stop hurting…”<br />
Avon’s moan was the sound of defeat, of<br />
despair, and there was no resistance left in him.<br />
His eyes were glazed, half-slitted. And Blake<br />
took his mouth gently, so gently, because it was<br />
the first time. The sourness, the scald of bile he<br />
encountered, were the taste of a sick man, a man<br />
who’d been ill a long while. Blake drank it in and<br />
stroked Avon’s tongue with his own. He drew<br />
Avon’s hips to him, felt that hardness again<br />
pressing low into his belly. When he rocked<br />
Avon’s pelvis, he made that gentle, too.<br />
A new scalding met his lips, and he felt<br />
Avon thrust helplessly back at his tongue.<br />
Avon’s hips had taken over the flexing motion.<br />
There was another sound, a broken one. And<br />
Blake realized suddenly how close Avon was,<br />
about to orgasm just like this, standing on his<br />
feet, fully clothed in Blake’s arms. His whole<br />
body was rocking slightly back and forth in<br />
rhythm with his breathing. His face was burning<br />
with blood, his eyes shut.<br />
Oh, yes…Avon, do it, Blake thought.<br />
Come for me, spill yourself. Prove it was you all<br />
the time.<br />
Dazedly, as if in a dream, Avon continued<br />
to pleasure himself, as if he had forgotten the<br />
existence of anything but his need and the means<br />
to fulfil it.<br />
And Blake simply held quite still and let<br />
him, let everything go but the feel of Avon<br />
against him. He wanted so much for Avon to<br />
achieve release this way.<br />
Just a little longer, he thought. You’re<br />
almost there. Almost…yes. Now. Now, if you<br />
try; try and it will be so easy…<br />
The taste of Avon’s mouth changed<br />
again, unmistakably. Through the moan that<br />
went up and up, just before the peaking of<br />
passion, there was a peaking of fury. Of repudiation<br />
and bitterness and pain beyond endurance.<br />
Blake was careening backwards before he even<br />
grasped that it was Avon who had sent him<br />
flying.<br />
Uncomprehending, vertiginous, he<br />
stared at that familiar face, now unfamiliar in its<br />
dreadful weltering of emotions. Avon’s lips<br />
were swollen with kisses, Avon’s face was feverishly<br />
flushed. But the eyes that should have<br />
been yearning and heavy-lidded were poisoned—blazing<br />
too bright with anger and anguish<br />
and hatred.<br />
“You will never use me again,” Avon<br />
whispered raggedly. The rejection was complete.<br />
“Not even if we both suffer?” said Blake,<br />
reaching out to him, trying to bridge the chasm<br />
between them.<br />
“Not if we both die of it,” said Avon<br />
harshly, as if completing a curse. His face altered,<br />
the sensuousness twisting and freezing,<br />
becoming cruel and bitterly hard. “This is the<br />
end, Blake. We will never speak of it again.”<br />
He turned to the door.<br />
Blake had one last chance, and nothing<br />
left to lose. “Avon.”<br />
Avon did not turn back. But he was<br />
listening.<br />
“In all the time that I have known you,”<br />
said Blake, carefully, deliberately, weighing<br />
each word, “I have never known you to be a<br />
coward.”<br />
Avon came near to striking him a third<br />
time, even with the perils of such close contact<br />
fresh in both their memories. But he was fighting<br />
again, he was facing Blake once more. “There is<br />
absolutely nothing further to be said.”<br />
“Oh, but there is, Avon. We were in the<br />
midst of a discussion. I had just pointed out to<br />
you that you did know me. And that’s what’s<br />
unbearable, isn’t it; not just that you loved, but<br />
that you loved me. That you love—”<br />
“Nothing,” Avon hissed.<br />
“Why should I be so important, so threat-<br />
ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ PÆAN TO PRIAPUS ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
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