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Everyone in the SP universe calling Ghastly ugly and I’m just here thinking he’s like one of the most handsome people I’ve ever seen. Others include Dexter vex, Saracen Rue and Erskine- because I still refuse to accept ghastly’s death

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Saracen’s Suicide Part 2

This is part two of a (Saracen Rue X Dexter Vex) fic

If you haven’t read part one PLEASE check it out🙏

Saracen had fallen asleep in Dexter’s arms, but he woke up alone. Blankets were draped across his body. He realized Dexter was gone immediately. He sat up quickly, but when he tried to slip off the couch, he stumbled and fell on his ass. The blankets dragged down with him. Dexter heard the noise and rushed in. When he saw Saracen sitting dumbly on the ground, he raised his eyebrows, “What are you doing?”

“I fell,” Saracen responded.

“Yes. I can tell,” Dexter said and turned his back again. “I’m making breakfast,” he added. Saracen sat up to follow him. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was. He barely ate anything yesterday.

“What are you making?” Saracen asked.

“Pancakes,” Dexter responded.

“Blueberry pancakes,” Saracen asked hopefully.

“Fine,” Dexter said. Then his expression turned more serious, “Listen, we should talk about last night.” Saracen shook his head, “Do we have to?”

“Yes,” Dexter frowned, “You need help.”

“I have you.”

“Am I enough?” Dexter asked.

Saracen looked at him incredulously, “Of course you’re enough.”

“You never came to talk to me. Last night, you would have killed yourself if I didn’t walk in.”

“But you did walk in.”

Dexter frowned, “That’s not the point. I'm scared, Sar. I'm scared you’re going to hurt yourself. I’m scared I won’t be there when I need to be.”

Saracen looked away, “I can deal with it myself now. Last night won’t happen again.”

Dexter eyed him suspiciously, “You know I don’t believe that.”

“Can we talk about this later?” Saracen asked. Dexter nodded, “Later today.”

“Thank you,” Saracen pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. Awkward silence followed briefly.

“Did you mean it when you told me when you said you wanted to kiss me?” Saracen questioned.

“I meant it. I’m in love with you,” Dexter grinned. Saracen formed a relieved smile, “Can we just pretend nothing happened last night. Except for what you said. Just for a little bit?”

Dexter walked over. “Just for a little bit,” he repeated. He leaned over to Saracen and kissed him. One hand cupped his cheek, and the other ran through his hair. Dexter kissed Saracen gently. He had to pay attention to the pancakes first, but he told himself, right after pancakes, he was going to give Saracen all of his attention.

He pulled away and rushed to put the pancakes on plates. “Give me the bigger one,” Saracen added. Dexter turned back to him with the plates in his hand. Saracen’s cheek was cupped in his hand, and his finger subconsciously moved in a circular motion.

“Here,” he placed the smaller blueberry pancakes in front of him.

“You think I won’t notice?” he smiled, “Switch.”

“No.”

“No?’ Saracen made a mock-gasp, and reached for the plate of pancakes.

“No! This is mine!” Dexter yanked the plate away, “Back off!”

“This isn’t fair!” Saracen reached farther across the table. Dexter leaned farther back in his chair.

“I made the pancakes, so-” Dexter’s chair tipped back too far, and he fell backwards.

“Dex?” Saracen leaped out of his chair. Instead of asking if Dexter was okay, he laughed. Saracen kneeled to snatch the pancakes, but Dexter pulled him all the way down. “I won’t let you!” Saracen tried to get back up, but Dexter pulled Saracen’s leg across his own and bridged, so that he was on top of Saracen. Saracen started to reach up for control of Dexter’s neck, but Dexter grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the floor. He reached his face down and pressed his lips against Saracen’s.

They never acted like this together. They were never this intimate, but even when they were, it was never out of attraction for one another. Seeing Dexter act this way sent butterflies into Saracen’s stomach. He became aware of how close they were to each other. He was attentive of how much bigger and taller Dexter was. He never minded that before, but now it made him feel helpless. His face became red. Dexter smiled in amusement, and pressed his entire body onto Saracen. Saracen gasped at the pressure, which, mixed with Dexter’s lips against his, made him breathless.

Saracen’s hands were still pinned against the floor, but one of Dexter’s hands now held Saracen’s thigh, pulling it up until Dexter could slide his knees beneath, and enable him to move forward. Saracen wrapped his legs around Dexter. Dexter pulled his hands under Saracen’s shirt, pulling it above Saracen’s chest. Dexter brought his lips down to Saracen’s chest.

“I’ve been waiting to do this forever,” Dexter whispered.

“You raised Livvy for you, not for her or anyone else. You knew the damage it might do. You only thought of yourself. I wish— I wish I’d never known you—”

-Queen of Air and Darkness

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