#eeewwwaaannn

There was a cold look on Ewan's face all day. He was looking forward to the little event he had planned that night, yet he felt cold in the longing for it. He was going to take someone more than he had ever taken anyone before.

In the many months of loving and claiming Jude, he had never done what he was about to do to Benedict.

When the both of them entered Ewan's empty flat, Jude being at his parents', he was unprepared, yet fully prepared mentally for what he was about to do. He could offer Ben wine, but that might numb the sensations he was going to bring upon him and that was the last thing he wanted. So instead Ewan moved his hand up to touch Ben's cheekbone, slowly moving up along it, his fingers sliding over the edge of his ear and suddenly digging into his hair, fingernails pushing hard against his scalp while his fingers knotted around his curls.

"I'm going to punch you in the face, my love, like your mum and dad," he spoke, his eyes going wide and his jaw clenching. The look he was giving Ben was a look of pure fury, disappointment, as a father would look at a worthless 'son'. Ha. Ben wasn't even their real son.

He wasn't too happy with the response from Ewan, upon hearing he had been promised a broken arm, as he was lying. Still, it might buy them time to get to Jude and have a moment without Ewan interfering.

He followed Tom to the door, wondering if Jude was going to open up for them or not. Luckily, he did, although he seemed to have trouble standing, as his leg was bloody and looked painful. So... what had happened?

The holiday had passed in the blink of an eye, or so he looked back on it at this moment. He was completely untamable and let lose on the new apartment Ewan and he were going to share next year. He'd momentarily forgotten about the empty room that Tom would have to face, when he moved into his new place. Well, he deserved to be faced with Jude's absence, he thought. Right now, he was having a party.

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Ewan woke up with a fever that day and Ben had almost wanted to leave him to it, as he had no reason to hang around a sick man's house that usually treated him like garbage. But after given that thought some time to sink in, he saw the opportunity. He wasn't one to do charity cases or anything of that sort. He rarely gave a dime about righteousness or correcting morality.

But he was covered in bruises from all the 'correcting' Ewan had done on him and it was about time that he gave the other a good response to all of the pain he'd been put through.

So, he brought him soup, enough water, read the newspaper to him and talked a bit about the essay he had to write that afternoon, which probably bored Ewan, but would be better than the feverish dreams he would otherwise have.

"Why are you doing all of this?" Ewan had asked with a croaky voice, right when Ben had been about to get up and get the both of them a cup of tea.

"I'm repaying you," Ben replied, as if it was obvious. Ewan didn't dare respond to that, as he didn't understand what made Ben say it, but didn't want to disagree. That caused Ben to grin somewhat, before he wiped it off his face and explained. "You think you're making me better, by constantly telling me off and correcting me and punishing me for my mistakes."

"Yes, so?" Ewan asked.

✽ a break in

If there was one person he'd protect with his own life, it was Colin Morgan, his roommate and the bravest, most brilliant person alive, so when they heard their lock being picked and then slide open, Chris hardly hesitated to pull on his underwear and grab his deodorant, along with the heaviest object he could find, which was his lamp.

He moved to the door, looking at Colin who he ushered to hide, preferably under the bed while he pressed his ear against the door and listened, hearing footsteps on the other side.

He looked like this was everyday business, while in fact he was worrying his ass off about what was happening.

The moment the footsteps grew closer and came to a halt, Chris was certain the the man was at the door and the handle got pushed down, only to be pushed against as the door opened.

Chris hid behind it until the man became slightly visible and Chris instantly sprayed the deodorant in his face, grabbing hold of the door and slamming it into him with great force, ramming the man backwards.

He let the deodorant fall and slipped out of the room towards the man who was groaning because of his eyes, but running towards the door.

Chris was there sooner, holding the lamp. "Get down on the floor, right now," Chris spoke, holding the lamp up with warning, moving to switch on the light, which made the man try to hide his face.