Shine Bright Like A Diamond

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Syx let out a soft bark of a laugh, “Never again. I promised Minion that too.”

Syx chewed his lip, “I know self destructive all to well. There really isn’t anything smart about finding the biggest guy in the prison yard and gut punching him until the day you don’t end up in the infirmary,” he’d honestly been surprised the day he’d won. Skinny and wiry thing he was, especially back at twenty-two. 

Leaning back so he could look at Harrison he ran his fingers over cheeks and jaw, feeling his heart resonate with his man, “I do hope you understand I’m never letting you go,” he took up Harrison’s hand and pressed it over his heart, “You have a home here now,” claiming his lips softly, they could be broken and healing together, “Mine. Whenever I can have you. Whenever I can steal you, share you. Still mine.”

“Steal me?  What a villain you are,” Harrison replied teasingly, then returns the soft kiss.  This man was quickly finding a place in his heart as well.  Even if Wayne wasn’t interested in a three-way, Harrison wanted to still find a way to be close to him.  He was so damaged, but maybe Harrison could help him heal in his own way.  And something about the possessive way this man said ‘mine’ made Harrison long to see just how far Syx would take it.  

Finally their lips parted, and Harrison chuckled.  “This was certainly not how I expected spending the afternoon.  I was just hoping to find a new watch.”  

Syx couldn’t help but break out into laughter, “Oh this was certainly not in today’s agenda,” he cocks his head at Harrison and raised a sculpted eyebrow, “Were you seriously going to buy that diamond coated thing? It was horrendous.”

This from a man who did not understand the meaning of too many spikes. He pursed his lips and smoothed his hands over Harrison’s chest. His mind working away at ways he might claim the man in the future. He was well aware that the man’s mate came first, but he was going to push as far as he could. He loved to leave marks, to have marks made on him. Something permanent on that blue skin would be heavenly.