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the relationship between old money, med student hannibal lecter and his newly rich sugar daddy, will graham
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“I thought we could maybe go out somewhere together. Somewhere people like, like us, like to boogie.” He gestures between the two of them. “And.” He gulps, suddenly unsure if this thing he’s about to ask for is normal or not. “I was thinking we could separate, or stay together, and you could meet someone, and I could. I could…” And under his breath, his face visibly red even from attempting to describe this fantasy, “… watch.”
“Ah.” Kim’s eyes widen.
“Or you could watch m-me! It could be equal. Oh god.” Tears spring to Harry’s eyes. “Is there something wrong with me?”
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There is a swallow in the old cinema and we are all a part of it.
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Harry gets lost in a swallow. Kim and Jean follow.
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- Part 1 of Tell Me, Am I Dreaming?
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An exploration of Judit and Jean's friendship, guest-starring Judit's supra-human gaydar.
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You figure out a lot of things when Kitsuragi transfers to the 41st Precinct.
The first thing is that Kitsuragi is as queer as a two reál piece.
The second thing is that Harry wants to fuck him.
The third thing is that Harry has not figured this out yet.
The fourth thing is that Kitsuragi has.
The fourth-and-a-half thing is that Kitsuragi also wants to fuck Harry.
The fifth thing is that Kitsuragi is a patient man.
The sixth thing is that you also want to fuck Kitsuragi.
The seventh thing is that Kitsuragi figures this out the day you lean in to light his cigarette on the station roof. Your hand is shaking because Harry almost got the three of you fucking killed that day by being his stupid fucking bullheaded self, who cares if you caught a fucking murderer, and while he’s downstairs getting stitched up, you and Kitsuragi are up on the roof smoking. Your hand is shaking badly and Kitsuragi reaches out and grabs your wrist to steady it, the warmth smooth leather of his gloves on your bare wrist where your sleeve’s pulled up. You draw in a sharp breath and he looks at you and you can see from the sharpening of his eyes that he’s figured it out.