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you deserve it."
Marshall snorted; Davy leaned in and kissed him right
between the eyes. "I don't know what you see when you look
at yourself, but you need a clearer glass."
Davy was wrong about that, of course; Marshall could see
himself only too clearly. Affection was clouding Davy's
judgement. But the prospect of replacing him like a piece of
broken equipment ... oh, no. Not possible. He took Davy's
face between his hands. "I told you, love, I don't want anyone
else."
The teasing movement stopped, and Davy whispered, "I
know." He gulped, suddenly, and something wet fell on Will's
face. "Neither do I."
Then they were as close as a single being, arms wrapped
tight, mouths sealed together, faces slicked with tears,
thrusting as though urgency could somehow erase reality, but
the time was slipping inexorably away. They couldn't hold
each other close enough to stop it.
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Will freed an arm somehow, found the little jar of salve
Davy had brought to bed the night before, and fumbled the
lid off. He scooped some out one-handed, got it into himself,
reached between them and guided Davy in. For once, Davy
was too carried away to refuse, and Will felt a brief twinge of
pain as his body stretched to accommodate. But it wasn't
bad, it was only fair, and he was never likely to find anyone
else he could trust this much. Anyone he could want this
much. Love this much.
And it was amazing, to feel Davy's heat inside him like
this, to feel the frantic shuddering as he thrust and sobbed
and thrust again, and suddenly the heat was spreading
through him too, coalescing and exploding as they strained
against each other and then Davy collapsed bonelessly
against him, breathing in great heaving gasps.
"Sorry Will, I'm sorry, are you all right? Why ever did
you ?"
Will gathered Davy close, holding him still. "I'm fine,
Davy." He put a hand on Davy's rear to keep him there
inside, marveling at the sensations within his body. "I
wanted I wanted to give you that. Only you. No one else,
ever."
"I didn't think I could "
"But why not? You're freer now than you have ever been.
Why not throw off that chain as well?"
"Didn't want to hurt you."
"You didn't. I'm fine. And ... honoured that you gave
yourself to me that way." And thrilled to know that David was
healed at last of all the damage Correy and Adrian had done.
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Healed, finally, in body and in soul. Healed, whole, and ready
to move on to a new life, perhaps a new love, a real
marriage.
Davy made no reply, only burrowed his face into the
hollow of Will's shoulder, holding tightly. And the cowardly
part of Will, the part that could not stand to let go of this
love, began to create other possibilities. He stroked Davy's
hair with his other hand, hating the odd coarseness the dye
imparted to that golden silk. "Davy, I've been thinking "
Davy groaned. "How can you do that while you're " He
rubbed his face against Will's neck. "Please don't make me
think, Will. Give me a moment."
His full weight relaxed across Will; after a minute or so he
began to snore softly. But Will felt inexplicably alert, as ideas
began to multiply. "Davy. Davy, listen."
"Mmmm?"
"What if I were to resign my commission? We could work
for your cousin, here, or perhaps for Sir Percy. We might hire
a little boat, buy it eventually, become traders. Or we might
sign on some larger vessel, go to Canada, or even America.
We could work a ship on the Great Lakes. That would be safer
for you. No one would know you there."
"Don't be ridiculous." Davy slid off to one side and
snuggled down, practically into his armpit. "You smell so
damned good." He nuzzled along the curve of Will's chest,
found a nipple.
"Davy, I'm Davy, stop that! I'm serious."
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He sighed and shifted up to lean on one elbow, his hand
still on Will, stroking, touching. "As I am. Will, you could
never just walk away."
"After that farce they put us through?" He had never in all
his life been so furious, not only with Dowling, but with the
fools who would let a murderous traitor put a bullet into the
man he loved, all for their game of espionage.
"They wanted information." Davy spoke dismissively, as
though that whole debacle had not cost him his career, and
nearly his life. "Think of the men who will be saved because
we stopped him, Will. How many men would have been sent
into ambush, like that last attack on Valiant, if we had done
nothing?"
"The butcher's bill was high enough "
"Yes. But not as high as it might have been. Instead of the
dead, think how many will live because of what we've done.
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