Let me love you

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"Henry, you alright." Patrick lightly touched his knuckles against Henry's cheek as Henry shivered from such a gentle caress. He could feel butch's blood smearing on his face from patrick's pampering.

"Yeah, I never thought I'd see the day. I just... I believed that-"

"You would be the first to go, I wasn't going to let him." Bitter sea glass green eyes squinted at the disfigured man in his living room. Patrick wasn't stressed, if he can get his 'friends' fat melted into wax within three hours, Butch should take about 5-7, to peel dissect and put his parts to good use.

His fat will be wax for his candles, his skin can be fed to his pet dog, bones can easily turned into knives and art crafts, his teeth can be carved onto jewelry. His body will be put to good use finally.

"I owe you my life Patrick...." Henry squeezed his eyes shut and let the tears that were trapped behind his lash line kiss Patricks knuckles. Patrick caught the tears and let them run down his narrow digits, lamenting about how vulnerable Henry was to cry in front of him. Patrick didn't open his mouth for a bit of time especially since Henry was opening himself up and letting his pride go in order for Patrick to comfort him in such an intimate way. But Patrick broke the thick heavy silence that hung between the two of them.

"You don't owe me your life... but a kiss wouldn't hurt." Henry's eyes snapped open and he tried to open his mouth to rebuke but he couldn't say that he didn't want to kiss Patrick. He practically saved him from a never ending hell and he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't think about it. Patrick was very pretty, he aged very beautifully and he looks as if he was built from marble. Carved beautiful features like his collar bones were on display in the almost sheer camisole and milky pale shoulders were revealed by his silk robe pooling around his elbows. Henry dragged his gaze up and saw his thin elegant creamy neck that had a necklace hanging off it. A flush decorated Henry's face and his eyes glanced up even further taking in the sociopath's marvelous features.

Like how Patrick's nose was proportional to the rest of his face and that it had a hoop, his thin but plush pinkish red lips that were glossed over with spit from rage at Butch, full & natural-looking eyebrows with a thin arch, his sharp jawline that strangely made his face look softer, his satin milky skin made his sea glass green eyes pop amongst his other colorless features and his hair that kissed the top of his neck was a shiny glossy obsidian that framed his face so perfectly and made him even more feminine looking.

Henry could feel his heart beating he definitely didn't want to say no but he still had his pride to think about so with a snarl he snapped,

"Fine but make it quick!" Patrick smirked as Henry crossed his arms as he puffed. Patrick chuckled and stepped a tiny bit closer, the scent of blood and ocean waves hitting his nostrils a tad more, It was lovely to Patrick.

However, Henry got whiffs of Patricks cherry scented bubble bath and matching flavored perfume as he stepped closer. His heart hammering against his ribcage as Patrick's tall form was moving closer to him.

"I will don't worry, I know you still like to nurture that shattered ego of yours." Sea green pierced stormy bluish grey, and Henry suddenly snapped,

"I'm not some insecure-" he stopped as Patrick bought their noses together, Patrick's minty breath wafting gently into Henry's nostrils. Henry could feel how his face was heating so dramatically, he could feel Patrick's right hand on his shoulder and the left on his cheek. He could feel Thin cold painted fingernails dragging along his face and shoulder. Blood was smearing his shirt but Henry couldn't find that he cared as he stared into those glassy sea foam eyes that were framed in thick black lashes.

"Now, are done barking like a dog? I've been waiting for this since the junkyard. Don't ruin this for me." Henry's stormy eyes widened, Patrick has been wanting to kiss him since they were 12 especially after their disaster in the junkyard. Henry squeezed his eyes shut as Patrick's eyes fluttered closed and slowly began to lean into each other and plump thin lips met with their chapped bow shaped counterpart.

Both of them just stood there in Patrick's kitchen kissing above a deceased corpse.
Patrick's lips gently pressed against Henry's, light enough for a kiss bit not too heavy to make Henry recoil.

But when Patrick pulled away with his kiss being the intention of being quick enough to have a moment of being interlocked with Henry but as He pulled away, Henry gripped Patrick's bony waist.

ocean glass eyes looked into stormy grey that were hazy with sleep and adrenaline and with a silent gleeful hum of his pet finally accepting his affections Patrick again pressed his lip's against Henry's, letting the stronger of the two drag Patrick by his hips even closer. Henry tried inched closer despite him pulling Patrick to him to feel the warmth of another person against him. The thick perfume of cherries pierced his nose and the warmth of Patrick's lips made his knees weak and his head fuzzy.

He sometimes liked kisses from previous brief relationships, but this one was his absolute favorite;
Patrick's lips were soft and warm on his. This was a nice kiss especially when
Patrick held both of his hands in a grip, hard enough to ground him but the sociopath's hold was weak enough that Henry could push him off if he wanted to. But Henry didn't want to, he felt warm and relaxed. Still hazy and snuggly from sleep but hyped and pumped with Adrenaline creating the perfect storm he felt the coldness from Patricks hands and practically melted into the kiss just like his heart.

A creak of a step from the bathroom on the first floor is what made Henry push Patrick off of him quickly. Henry could still feel his heart trying to rip itself from his ribcage and Patrick gave a soft grin from Henry's messy form as he leaned on the counter.

"So-" Henry coughed quickly as he tried to will his chest to not explode, wanting to snuff the flames of his uprising desire.

"So," Patrick lightly sang with a smirk on his face as he moved his form to sit on the counter. He loved seeing Henry so disheveled and flustered, it was absolutely adorable and if Henry was this flushed from a simple kiss what would he look like during a much more vigorous intimate encounter. Patrick couldn't wait, he can practically taste the salt of Henry's sweat on  his tongue and it made him grin maniacally

Now a thick layer of tension and uncertainty hung above the two. Not wanting to break the silence first Patrick ran his finger nails along the counter not keeping his gave off of Henry as he was able to calm himself down to calmly think.

"What does this make us now?" Henry wasn't looking him in the eyes as he asked, his lower lip held in his teeth as his thunder cloud eyes were glued to the ground.

"Well my pet, I was hoping that we could be like Belch and Vic." Henry looked up at Patrick and genuinely thought about it.

No one understood him the way that Patrick did, Patrick was always there for him even in his absolute darkest hours. Did he love Patrick? He certainly loves his company, Patrick was always like his shadow, it was comforting and made him feel safe in an odd way. He wanted to know more about the psycho and even wanted to share more about himself to him. He certainly always had a tight fluttery feeling in his gut whenever Patrick was near or when the Pyromaniac had scorched one of those losers his eyes lit up and a twisted grin took his face. That definitely made Henry feel so fluttery in his chest and throat. He definitely trusted Patrick despite his nature because he was always loyal to him.

He's definitely been vulnerable and had given Patrick the ability to destroy him plenty of times, but Patrick never took advantage of his delicate trust. Henry knows that what he is and what he is when he's with Patrick.

He's happier and healthier.

He can definitely see himself with the sociopath in the relationship way.

He knew his answer and he knew Patrick's answer too.

"I think I'd like that." Blueish Grey met pale greenish blue. A soft warm grin crossed both of their faces at the new declaration.