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just like that?"
Dury snorted. "As if you'd ever use Luc's material or do something to betray his trust."
"But you have. You've lied to him, haven't you?"
For a second, Dury faltered. "Yes," he finally answered. "I have. But it's for the best. In time, you will see that too."
With that, Dury picked up his knapsack and walked away. Only when Simon heard the elevator go down did he realize the peculiarity of the entire situation. Why had he never taken notice of Dury's approach before? How did Dury enter the building without making the alarm Simon set screech? So many questions, so few answers.
Finally, Simon picked up the unfinished manuscript, wondering if he could find an answer there. Dury just didn't seem like a common person, and Simon almost fainted when he realized he felt a stirring inside him, the incipient desire to sculpt returning once again.
The last model Simon had used was Luc. After that, no one seemed right, but Simon hadn't needed it either. And then, they'd broken up, and his talent simply abandoned him. To think that the presence of this young man could revitalize it… It felt like both an impossibility and a betrayal.
In the end, Simon pushed the yearning down and focused on the written words. There was no title, and the passages didn't have alignment or anything like that. It was obviously a very rough draft, but as Simon read on, he understood why.
Each and every word seemed to hold a wealth of emotion. Every twist of the phrase made Simon's heart thunder. When the characters spoke, they reminded him of Luc's voice, his laughter when they were in a playful mood, his groans and cries as they made love. Through the written words, he felt connected to Luc once more. He read on greedily, like an addict getting his fix, until he ran out of pages. Then he went over the text again, and he imagined himself there, the wizard helping the prince out in his fight. He saw their shared memories in every line.
"That's amazing," the prince said. "As expected from the master of all alchemists."
The wizard gave a disgusted huff. "Don't mock me. I don't appreciate it, not even from the prince."
"I'm not," the prince said softly. "You've got a gift."
"And here I thought you were just trying to use me," the wizard shot back.
* *
The Past
Simon analyzed the sculpture with a critical eye, then stole another look at the model. If he wanted to be honest, he was being slower and even more obsessed than ever. He knew it was only partially because of his perfectionism. In truth, he didn't want to finish it. He didn't want to stop seeing Luc.
"Well?" Luc asked, his lips barely moving.
"It's ready," Simon declared. He couldn't keep clinging on to this pretext forever. He'd just have to hope Luc would come back even without the sculpture.
"Thank God," Luc said. He abandoned the book on the couch and stretched, obviously uncomfortable from standing in the same position for so long. Simon's mouth watered as he watched the play of muscles, the way the motion made Luc's hard cock bounce. He didn't know why, but Luc was always erect during their sculpting sessions. Naturally, this led to very pleasant evenings for Simon.
Still naked, he made his way to Simon and swept his eyes over the sculpture. "Wow, that's amazing. As expected from the master of all sculptors."
Simon snorted. "Don't mock me."
"I'm not," Luc said with a smile. "You've got a gift."
Simon felt himself flush. "And here I thought you appreciated me for my other abilities," he flirted.
"I appreciate everything you are," Luc purred. He gripped Simon's hand, and together, they caressed the curve of the sculpture's back. "And this is the evidence."
"You're such a narcissist," Simon said.
"Am I?" Luc asked, sounding thoughtful. "I think there's a little piece of me, and a little piece of you in here. What can be more beautiful than that?"
Simon didn't reply. After all, what could he say? Perhaps Luc didn't even realize the implications of that
Dury snorted. "As if you'd ever use Luc's material or do something to betray his trust."
"But you have. You've lied to him, haven't you?"
For a second, Dury faltered. "Yes," he finally answered. "I have. But it's for the best. In time, you will see that too."
With that, Dury picked up his knapsack and walked away. Only when Simon heard the elevator go down did he realize the peculiarity of the entire situation. Why had he never taken notice of Dury's approach before? How did Dury enter the building without making the alarm Simon set screech? So many questions, so few answers.
Finally, Simon picked up the unfinished manuscript, wondering if he could find an answer there. Dury just didn't seem like a common person, and Simon almost fainted when he realized he felt a stirring inside him, the incipient desire to sculpt returning once again.
The last model Simon had used was Luc. After that, no one seemed right, but Simon hadn't needed it either. And then, they'd broken up, and his talent simply abandoned him. To think that the presence of this young man could revitalize it… It felt like both an impossibility and a betrayal.
In the end, Simon pushed the yearning down and focused on the written words. There was no title, and the passages didn't have alignment or anything like that. It was obviously a very rough draft, but as Simon read on, he understood why.
Each and every word seemed to hold a wealth of emotion. Every twist of the phrase made Simon's heart thunder. When the characters spoke, they reminded him of Luc's voice, his laughter when they were in a playful mood, his groans and cries as they made love. Through the written words, he felt connected to Luc once more. He read on greedily, like an addict getting his fix, until he ran out of pages. Then he went over the text again, and he imagined himself there, the wizard helping the prince out in his fight. He saw their shared memories in every line.
"That's amazing," the prince said. "As expected from the master of all alchemists."
The wizard gave a disgusted huff. "Don't mock me. I don't appreciate it, not even from the prince."
"I'm not," the prince said softly. "You've got a gift."
"And here I thought you were just trying to use me," the wizard shot back.
* *
The Past
Simon analyzed the sculpture with a critical eye, then stole another look at the model. If he wanted to be honest, he was being slower and even more obsessed than ever. He knew it was only partially because of his perfectionism. In truth, he didn't want to finish it. He didn't want to stop seeing Luc.
"Well?" Luc asked, his lips barely moving.
"It's ready," Simon declared. He couldn't keep clinging on to this pretext forever. He'd just have to hope Luc would come back even without the sculpture.
"Thank God," Luc said. He abandoned the book on the couch and stretched, obviously uncomfortable from standing in the same position for so long. Simon's mouth watered as he watched the play of muscles, the way the motion made Luc's hard cock bounce. He didn't know why, but Luc was always erect during their sculpting sessions. Naturally, this led to very pleasant evenings for Simon.
Still naked, he made his way to Simon and swept his eyes over the sculpture. "Wow, that's amazing. As expected from the master of all sculptors."
Simon snorted. "Don't mock me."
"I'm not," Luc said with a smile. "You've got a gift."
Simon felt himself flush. "And here I thought you appreciated me for my other abilities," he flirted.
"I appreciate everything you are," Luc purred. He gripped Simon's hand, and together, they caressed the curve of the sculpture's back. "And this is the evidence."
"You're such a narcissist," Simon said.
"Am I?" Luc asked, sounding thoughtful. "I think there's a little piece of me, and a little piece of you in here. What can be more beautiful than that?"
Simon didn't reply. After all, what could he say? Perhaps Luc didn't even realize the implications of that
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