Gabriel moans at the touch slipping down his back, the non-existent hand leaves rumples in his shirt.
'Do you want it?' Dexter's thought whispers inside his head
"This is wrong." Gabriel whimpers, it feels so perverse, to let Dexter touch him like this.
'No more than touching yourself.' The devil behind his eyes tempts him again, 'I'm just you remember?'
"You're not me." Gabriel denies the link, but leans into the caress, unable to help himself. He NEEDS him.
Dexter chuckles in the confines of Gabriel's skull as he slides his impossible hand lower, starts to explore his alter ego's flesh. 'You love it really.' he whispers, and Gabriel's whimper of assent is filed away in his eidetic memory. It's something to be treasured...
Gabriel.
P.S.
I'm insane.
*squeeeeeeeeeee*
ReplyDeleteDexter is really dark.
ReplyDeleteThanks. And yes he is very dark...and dirty....
ReplyDeleteHOT.
ReplyDeleteYou should get a fan or something. It seems like your always overheating.
ReplyDeleteOh I get it....wow I'm a moron.
ReplyDeleteThanks. :)
ReplyDeleteI love feeling stupid.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha hahahaha! You crack me up sometimes!
ReplyDeleteThe more you laugh the longer you live...I'm going to live a very short life.
ReplyDeletePsh! You just need to loosen up a bit.
ReplyDeleteIf only it were that easy.
ReplyDeleteHe needs to let me write about something. It's yummy. *grins darkly*
ReplyDeleteDexter! Dexter! Dexter! Dexter! *chants enthusiastically*
ReplyDeleteOh yeaaaah. I forgot about that.
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