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Albert was nice, sometimes. A stark contrast to The Grabber. The Grabber that, lately, Finney hadn’t seen a lot of.
But, he still felt him. Even when Albert was almost gentle, Finney could still feel The Grabber’s presence lurking behind his actions. And inside of him.
Finney gazed up at the ceiling, trying so hard not to think about what warm liquid was slipping out of him. And who was responsible for tearing him open and putting it inside of him.
Because it was easier to ignore things. A lesson that Finney had spent so long learning.
But, obviously, Albert hadn’t learned that. Or maybe he had, and he was just choosing to ignore that lesson.
Because Albert reached downwards— towards the agonizing area Finney was trying so hard to ignore…
And he made it impossible to ignore, no matter how much Finney silently pleaded.
Finney sucked in a shuddering breath as Albert—
Well, as Albert did what he did.
And, eventually, when Albert pulled his fingers away, Finney let out a cautious breath. A breath that was cut short when he realized something.
That thing he was trying to ignore as it mixed with his blood and slipped free from his body…
It was now coating Albert’s fingers.
The liquid that had taken root inside of his sister in a way that it couldn’t with Finney, was there making Albert’s fingers glisten.
And making a chuckle escape from Albert’s lips as he twisted his fingers in the air to examine the liquid.
“Oops,” Albert smiled, “I think we made a bit of a mess, didn’t we?”
Finney squeezed his eyes shut, trying so hard to ignore what Albert did with that salty liquid before he forced a short hum of bitter agreement to leave his lips.
His lips that weren’t alone with that terse hum for long.
Quickly, Finney turned his head away, fingers clenching into a fist as he tried so hard not to pull the rest of his body away. Because, a snap of his head… Albert could forgive that.
But, if he turned the rest of his body away— denied Albert the access that had granted Finney so many privileges…
The Grabber wouldn’t be able to forgive that. Not again, anyways.
Albert let out another chuckle, not even trying to hide the way his eyes raked over Finney’s body to capture the shiver that would burst to life when he heard a particular sound.
“I’m just playing,” Albert excused before—
Pop!
“You know I’m too greedy to share.”
That was a lie. After all, Albert and The Grabber loved to share with each other. All the time.
But, he guessed that he should be thankful that Albert didn’t want to share with The Grabber. Not today, or tonight, at least.
Finney forced himself to relax, just keep the unforgiving Grabber at bay when he felt Albert’s touch again. His touch that was still slightly sticky, but now doused with saliva that tried to water down the salty liquid mixed with his bitter blood too.
“Come on,” Albert encouraged, the hand on his arm giving another short tug to try to coax him towards him, “Don’t make me share you tonight.”
And, well, Finney didn’t want that either.
So, of course, he followed the gentle tugging. He allowed his body to move closer to Albert’s expectant embrace.
And, hopefully, only Albert.