tempting_the_fates

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Nyx looked unsure, then nodded, climbing off his lap and following after him.

This was a shit idea. He was sick, he shouldn't be putting poison in his body as well. ...But nothing sounded more tempting than this. He didn't want to think or feel. He wanted to switch off.

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just_hex

"They're fine," Hex assured him with a gentle smile. "You won't be in them long."

From Willy's room, melancholy notes rang out as he played to take his mind off the fact that Nyx was sick. He'd used the television before, but now that the other man was leaving with his boytoy, all he had was music.

Hex looked back on the way out.

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tempting_the_fates

"Wait, we're going out? I'm not dressed for it though," Nyx said, looking down at himself.

He could also hear Will, but that whole situation was too messy to focus on right now. It almost felt like the other man was angry at him for being sick.

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just_hex

Hex gave him a sharp look and pressed a finger to Nyx's lips.

"No questions. You asked me to take over, so shut up and come on," he told him. "I told you, I know what to do."

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tempting_the_fates

Nyx nodded a little, opening his mouth to say something, then shutting it again.

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just_hex

"Hex took him down, calling a car in the lift. It was a short wait, and the same driver who had dropped Hex off. He held Nyx close all the way to a house in the hills. The car left them at the gate and it opened when he pressed the button 4 times in a rhythm.

The home was nicely furnished, if sparse. It didn't take long to realize it was a porn set. Each room was a different set, some in use, some closed entirely. No one talked in the common areas, but that didn't seem to bother Hex at all. He simply took Nyx's hand and dragged him to a door and pulled him inside.

Inside, everything was plush. The rug was thick, soft, and furry. The bedding was a soothing, soft green with pillows and decor in pinks, blues, and purples. It danced the line of feminine and childish, but mostly it was simply soft, warm, and quiet.

"Undress now," he told Nyx in the safety of the room.

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tempting_the_fates

Nyx had no idea where they were or what was happening, but after a moment he started to do as Hex asked, undressing slowly and glancing around the room.

"Hex... There aren't cameras in here, right?" he asked nervously. That was the last thing he needed, a scandal on top of a cancer diagnosis.

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just_hex

"No, it's alright. You don't need to worry. I mean, you can film your scene, but you've got to pay the set fee and sign papers," he answered honestly.

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tempting_the_fates

"Right, okay," Nyx nodded a little, taking off the last of his clothes. "I just- I don't need a mess to clean up while I'm... You know. Sick."

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just_hex

Hex waited until Nyx was undressed before taking his face in both hands.

"I would never do that to you, do you understand?" he said, gentle but quite firm. "I love you. Your trust is more important to me than anything."

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tempting_the_fates

Nyx nodded a little, closing his eyes for a moment, then nodding again.

"I trust you," he said simply.

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just_hex

Hex leaned in and kissed his forehead.

"And you can," he whispered. "I promise."

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tempting_the_fates

Nyx nodded, appearing to relax again.

"Why here?" he asked after a moment, always interested in understanding what Hex was thinking.

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just_hex

"It's soft," he said simply with a tender smile. "Go lay down on your belly and get comfortable."

He wasn't wrong, everything was soft. Nothing had a hard edge or a rough texture. The bed was soft as a cloud, too.

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tempting_the_fates

Nyx smiled a little at that, a tiny hint of a curl of his lips, before moving to go get comfortable on the bed. He settled in on his stomach, like Hex asked, trying to put on a bit of a show for the other man. He was still tired, and still a bit upset, but for a moment it was a bit easier to push all of that away and just enjoy Hex's company and attention.

"Like this?" he asked.

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just_hex

"Exactly right," he nodded, his voice so warm and tender.

Hex went to a cupboard that was also upholstered with soft, lavender velvet. He came to the bed with a pair of fuzzy cuffs attached with a chain made of silk ribbon, and a small box.

"Comfy?" he asked. "Tonight, we're going to play...patience," he told him.

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tempting_the_fates

Nyx didn't really know what that meant, but he nodded a little.

"I just want to be yours tonight," he admitted. The how and what didn't matter so much to him, he just wanted to know that Hex had him, and that he had Hex. That they'd look after one another. Nyx hadn't known he was doing it, but his whole life he'd been weaving himself a little safety net of people who he hoped would care for him when he needed it most- And he'd never needed them all more. And tonight he was sure there was no one he needed more than Hex.

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just_hex

Hex dropped the cuffs near Nyx's head, but didn't put them on. Instead, he climbed on to straddle his legs and opened the box. Inside was a paint brush and little pots of coloured lotions. He was certainly no artist, but he began to 'paint' Nyx's back with gentle, soothing brush strokes.

When he spelled HEX, it was large and unambiguous.

"Mine," he said with a smile.

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tempting_the_fates

"Yours," Nyx agreed, laying still for a moment, then stretching just a little.

"I'm scared," he admitted quietly. "Greg says his friend is one of the best oncologists out there, that he's going to have him come see me. That should reassure me, I know, but..."

But he still felt terrified.

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just_hex

Hex put the paint brush away and put the paint box on the floor. Then he smeared his hands through the art and began to massage Nyx expertly.

"But it doesn't matter," he said. "You're the one who's got it. You're the one who has to suffer it all. Pay for it all. Face death. Of course you're scared, Nyx. It's the right way to feel."

His hands moved from neck to bum, soothing the fear and tension out of his muscles.

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tempting_the_fates

Nyx relaxed under his touch, melting a little under Hex's attention. The other man had a way of just knowing how to soothe him. It was something Nyx had never been good at. He was charming, sure, but he didn't read people well. He never had.

"Why are you so kind to me?" he asked, before he could stop himself.

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just_hex

Hex didn't answer right away, instead spending some time rubbing the tightness out of Nyx's lower back.

"Because I love you, I reckon," he replied. "And I like doing it."

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tempting_the_fates

"I don't feel particularly lovable most of the time," Nyx admitted. "Most of the time, I feel like a problem."

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just_hex

Hex smoothed his hands over Nyx's body, up and down, then up again.

"You don't feel like a problem to me," he told him.

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tempting_the_fates

"That's because you've got a good heart, Hex. Too good for me. I'm rotten, you know that? I spoil everything and everyone I touch. That's why I'm sick, I think. It's karma of a sort," Nyx said softly.