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[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon ran water in the glasses, then washed them out. He put them on the counter to dry, listening to the boy talk. He wondered what he meant. He hadn't done much of anything. Except give him a drink. Which humans apparently think is illegal if you're under a certain age. He walked around the sofa, looking down at him, then he bent down, his face so close to Connor's that their lips nearly touched.

"And if you are what?" He asked, his fingers trailing down the boy's arms. He took him by the wrists, turning him around and laying him flat on the sofa. He leaned over him, one knee beside him. He brought the boy's hands above his head, pinning him down. "You're gonna have to start finishing your sentences.." He said, smirking slightly.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor's breaths hitched with adrenalin, but at the same thing, all he could think about was his father and he tensed uneasily. "I-..." He couldn't think, the panic in his eyes despite his wishes to help this guy who could apparently only touch the people currently in this house.

"-..If I-I am...then y-you can have me till m-my dwindling life i-i-is over.." He rasped hoarsely, swallowing uneasily. He tugged faintly on his wrists, wanted to trust this guy so bad....
But those images...the most recent rape being this morning, he was having a hard time.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon let up on him, then helped him up. "It's okay. See? Nothing to be scared about. Come on. Why don't we go to bed, okay?" He helped him to his feet, then showed him to the bedroom. "You can sleep with me until I get clean sheets on the guest bed." Deacon slipped out of his pajama pants and climbed into bed, crawling under the blankets. He layed on one side of the huge bed, wondering if the boy was suffering like Britt. Only Britt was a demon. He had sold his soul to the devil, and he was going to follow through with that deal until Britt's body had become a corpse. Then he would probably spend forever in hell.

He shook his head, turning over onto his back. He closed his eyes, trying to find that edge of sleep. He turned back onto his side, sighing.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed brokenly, trailing after him to bed. "I'm s-sorry.." He mumbled. "J-just-..the person wh-who beats me..h-he-..." He swallowed, trailing off, and climbed into bed with the older male, curling up.

Deacon was tossing and turning it seemed. Connor sighed, reaching out and taking his hand gently, threading his fingers through it, bringing it to his bare chest. "sleep..." He mumbled softly. "I-I'll still be here when y-y-you wake up..promise."

[deacon reid rudman]

"It's hard to sleep knowing you're gonna end up going back home and being hurt again.. What if you really are the only person I can love? Aren't I supposed to protect you?" He moved across the bed to him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close.

"Don't leave me.. Please.." He whispered, his lips finding Connor's in the dark. He kissed him gently, rubbing his back gently. He pulled away slowly, sure he would pull away in fear.

"I'm not gonna hurt you.. Ever.. I want you to stay here with me, and Bandit.. I don't.. If I promise to try and love you, will you stay?" He stroked his hair, his voice starting to crack.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor bit his lip, willing himself to kiss back gently. "I-I dunno if I can stay...h-he'll come looking for me...But I-...I'll st-tay...for you... I-if I'm the only one...then I'll s-stay.."

He nestled up close, closing his eyes with a soft breath. "I have to go a-and get some things from home though.." He swallowed, dreading doing so, and curled closer still. "I'm s-sorry for callin' you a-a fucker, and for panicking a minute ag-go..."

[deacon reid rudman]

"I call Saint Peter that every time he sends me back when I kill myself." He said, rubbing his back gently. He didn't want him to go back. He might lose him. And then what would he do? Bandit was terrible company.

"Okay.." He mumbled, holding him close. He realized how much he enjoyed having another being there, pressed against his body. He didn't want to let go. He was getting entirely too attatched to him. Especially because he was mortal.

"If I.. If you want to stay, what if.. I traded Bandit for you?" He asked, hating himself for debating giving up the girl. But she was better off in heaven anyways. He didn't know what else to do, no other way to keep him.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shook his head. "N-no Deacon.." He mumbled. "I-I was dying even when I was s-supposed to be immortal, when m-my father slit my throat a-and I was in a coma for months...I was dead there...but I-I..I fucked up... there's n-no way back now..I'm stuck h-here and I'm dying.."

He shuddered faintly. "C-can't change that..don't give u-up your little girl f-for me..I don't even wanna l-live.."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon kissed his forehead. It hurt him to know he didn't want to live. If he didn't want to live, Deacon wouldn't give him a reason to. "Okay.." He whispered, his heart breaking into a million pieces. He cried quietly, hugging the boy close. He didn't know what else to do. He had gotten everything, and everything taken away in a matter of a couple of hours. When he was convinced the boy was asleep, he let go of him, moving to the other side of the bed, laying there awake until dawn broke. He heard Bandit begin to cry and pulled on his pants, walking over to her room and scooping her up. He carried her downstairs, giving her a bottle, then sitting with her in his chair.

"Good morning." He told her, looking down at her blue eyes. They somehow didn't seem as bright anymore. 'She's dying too..' He thought, biting his lip.

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[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed, aware of Deacon's crying. But he was exhausted and soon asleep despite himself.

Stirring sometime in the morning, he sighed, gazing up quietly before rolling over, staring at the wall before kicking his feet off the bed. He again self consciously tugged at the bottoms, but they remained loose on his hips. Padding downstairs, he rubbed at his face.

"I-I need a glass of water.." He mumbled. He had left his backpack in the bedroom, and orange medication bottle held loosely in his hand as he gazed at Deacon and Bandit.