Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

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After their usual trip to the mainland, Steven and Llewellyn came back home for their other usual Saturday activities. Which was Llewellyn taking over the kitchen to get some baking done before his piano practice, and Steven occupying himself with other things.

In today's case those other things had been cuddling Raphael (Steven still wanted to make it up to him for being away last weekend, even if Raphael had long since forgiven them) and picking something out of the library to read while Llewellyn was practicing.

While doing that, though, Steven also thought to catch up on radio. Which was when he heard the mention of the reunion and - twenty years??

Steven checked his mobile. Then he checked his pocketwatch. Then he checked them both again.

We didn't lose time, Steven, Marc assured him from one of the reflections.

Which was all well and good but that didn't rule out -

Steven ran back to the kitchen to check on Llewellyn.

[for the beau, NFB please]

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And that was all it took, that encouragement and one last thrust forward before climax shook through him.

He bit down on Steven's lip as it did- not hard, but enough to keep himself from shouting.

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Steven tried to kiss Llewellyn gently to ease him through all that. Or as gently as he could all things considered.

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Eventually, Watts slipped out of Steven with a sigh, and though all he wanted to do was slump against him in a contented haze, he took the time to do some basic cleanup.

And then he slumped against Steven in a contented haze.

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Steven immediately wrapped his arms around Llewellyn and cuddled him close.

"That was wonderful. Exactly what I needed."

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"Got you back to rights?" Watts asked.

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Steven gave a hum of approval and nuzzled Llewellyn's cheek. "My whole world was you. It was perfect."

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"Good," Watts said. "I am
very selfish in that I want you here with me."

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"I wasn't selfish, wanting all that of you?" Steven asked. "Because it was wonderful. Made all my cares go away."

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"Not at all," Watts said. "I enjoy taking care of you in all manner of ways."

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"You're very good at it," Steven said. He caressed Llewellyn's cheek. "That was exactly what I needed. You in every part of me."

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"I'm glad," Watts said. "Not that you were out of sorts enough to need it, but glad I could provide it, glad I could keep you anchored."

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Steven nestled in against Llewellyn. "What's that you say? My home is you. As long as I have you, everything's all right."

Then, to be clear, "You. No one else, no other versions."

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"You made that quite clear," Watts said. "And I am on the same page. I don't want anyone else laying claim to you. Nor do I want any other version of you."

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Steven smiled at that wording. "I like that. I don't want anyone else laying claim to you either. You're mine."

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"Would you fight for me?" Watts asked.

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"Absolutely," Steven said, without hesitation. "Always."

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Watts felt a warmth spread through him that was nothing at all like the heat from a few minutes ago, this was more of feeling of safety, belonging.

"I know you don't care for it. Fighting, I mean. So it means a great deal that you would."

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"I would if it meant protecting you," Steven said. "Without hesitation."

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"Thank you," Watts said. "You truly are my Gentleman Knight."

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Steven hugged him. "And you my dearest detective."

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"Now and always," Watts repeated the familiar refrain.