"Use Me"
{Jul 14,2013  - 13}

doctorhuang:

"Something like that." He looks up from the bowl he’s filling with ice cream, and smiles reassuringly. “That’s Carmen, my cat - they’re small carnivores, domesticated and kept as companions. She’s harmless, though prone to getting fur everywhere."

Carmen steps down from the arm to pad across the couch and sniff at Eros’s fingers curiously. George moves to scoop her up, hands Eros the bowl with two spoons sticking out of it, and settles beside him, with the cat on his other side. She rubs her head against his leg and purrs a little.

"Think you mentioned her once," Eros replies, cradling the bowl in the palm of his hand. "Didn’t I think she was your mother?"

As easily as the cat does, he settles against George’s side and relaxes. Though his gaze keeps flicking back to the cat, he starts feeding himself small spoonfuls of the icecream. It’s just as cold as he recalls, perhaps colder, and he’s careful not to give himself that awful headache like before. The unusual sensation almost reassures him that he isn’t asleep or dead.

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{Jul 4,2013  - 13}

doctorhuang:

aprivatepractice:

Hands still brushing against the back of his boyfriend’s neck, Eros moves in and looks around the apartment in curiosity. Despite how sounds are muffled by the curiously irregular biological functions now running under his skin, ten million small noises go on at once; a humming refrigerator, the buzz of electric lights, the flutter of papers as George moves them. Every familiar object is warm and toned by what feels like an unnatural light.

He sits when prompted. “So it looks. Just clean-up, or is there some sort of event going on?”

"Just annual housecleaning, really. Between consulting with the agencies and working with my private patients, there’s a lot of paperwork to manage." He gives Eros another kiss before he heads to the fridge. “Caramel swirl for two, coming up."

A dark shape peers around the bedroom door, then leaps to the arm opposite Eros. Carmen peers at the stranger with wide, yellow-green eyes, and licks her nose.

He wants to hold George tight and catch up on lost affection, but he needs to have something in his—“stomach”—just as much. “You sure have been. This looks like at least a couple hundred of megabytes worth of files.”

Eros relaxes back, watching George go until the silhouetted shape moving around catches the corner of his eye. He turns his head, staring back at the foreign creature. Despite the foreign warmth in color that pervades everything, the yellow-green eyes immediately remind him of a virus. Not that there are viruses here. Right?

All the same, Eros stops moving. “George?”

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{Jul 3,2013  - 13}

doctorhuang:

aprivatepractice:

Eros hummed in relief, fingers brushing the back of George’s head. “I think the problem is I want to drink the energy, though. Do you have any caramel swirl?”

"As a matter of fact, I do." He pulled back a little for a kiss. “Let’s go sit down."

The main room of the apartment was split between living and kitchen areas. A half-open door opposite the kitchen led to the bedroom. File folders and loose papers were stacked on most of the living room’s flat surfaces, and George pulled away to clear a little more space on the couch. “Reorganizing.”

Hands still brushing against the back of his boyfriend’s neck, Eros moves in and looks around the apartment in curiosity. Despite how sounds are muffled by the curiously irregular biological functions now running under his skin, ten million small noises go on at once; a humming refrigerator, the buzz of electric lights, the flutter of papers as George moves them. Every familiar object is warm and toned by what feels like an unnatural light.

He sits when prompted. “So it looks. Just clean-up, or is there some sort of event going on?”

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merelala:

George comes out

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{Jul 3,2013  - 13}

doctorhuang:

aprivatepractice:

"I’ve already slept. Got dropped off at a hotel." After a few seconds, he wrapped his arms around George’s shoulders. “Sure feel like I could use a drink, though."

"A drink would be a good idea." He smiles a little and presses a kiss to Eros’s cheek. “No energy, I’m afraid, but plenty of other options, alcoholic or otherwise."

Eros hummed in relief, fingers brushing the back of George’s head. “I think the problem is I want to drink the energy, though. Do you have any caramel swirl?”

{Jul 3,2013  - 13}

doctorhuang:

aprivatepractice:

"There weren’t any customers, and by now, they’ve all heard about the raid." Eros closes his eyes and rests his head on top of George’s, still exhausted. “I encrypted my case files in the foundation of a nearby building. There are copies at the safe house too, just in case."

"We can get them later." George’s hands move up and down Eros’s back, gently, remembering the last time he held this man. “For now, you should probably sit down. Maybe lie down, actually."

"I’ve already slept. Got dropped off at a hotel." After a few seconds, he wrapped his arms around George’s shoulders. "Sure feel like I could use a drink, though."

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