ADA Miguel Prado X Dexter Morgan
Should I feel bad, I sort of do since I did kill his brother, but that's not my fault there had to be a real reason why he went to Freebo's house drugs Debora said he was a junkie? Even Miguel told me he was addicted to drugs. Nobody is that good I know that for a fact, or I'm trying to rid myself of guilt, no, I don't have those types of emotions. However, I made it right I killed Freebo and know it me and Miguel my new best friend and the only man ever to see me with blood on my hands.
I and he are alone now left to our own devices no wife no pregnant girlfriend. He's knocked back his 2nd beer, I haven't even touched my first 'it was so easy he believed every word ha-ha..." I'm in my own until Miguel's head rested against my shoulder, he is tired almost unable to keep his eyes open 'what a lovely pair we make.' He seems at peace I think he in a way loves me for killing Freebo, I would kill him to, but it's against my code. I ran my hand over his face, he smiled the way Rita did after sex "hey dood take your friend home" I could barely hear the bartender say.
"Come on Miguel" I lifted him up to. He stood up looking down at me with a sigh he asked, "could I stay at your place don't want the wife to see me like this." I paused for a second thinking if I hid all my tools, and my box is where it always is the only one to find it was Doakes so my answer was yes. However, I shouldn't worry because he sees me as I truly am a killer of killers, and he doesn't disown me like my dad, and that makes me happy. "Yes, what are friends, for" I gave with a straight face with my same fake smile? I drove us to my place I knew he wasn't really drunk what I'm trying to figure out what is his plan.
"Miguel?" I questioned having my back pinned against my bed, the only thing that's in my mind is getting away "Dexter, there's no reason to hide I see you" Miguel breathed; I shivered 'wait for that's not right I only do that with Rita…no he's gonna." My mind froze when Miguel kissed me, I gasped by accident letting him slide his tongue into my mouth. I seize up unable to move or think coherently my knees are so weak "Stop Miguel" I cry as he moves to my neck pulling my shirt off, he looks at me holding my face in his large hands "I love you Dexter" my heart started thumping like a drum. He kisses me again, and I return the same physical act. 'This is different he knows what I am truly and doesn't hate me or kill others or try to hurt my family' "Miguel" I call out to him as he reached through my boxers stroking me, we were almost completely naked except our underwear; he wore brief while I wore boxers. When they were gone, he was rested between my legs. He took me in and oh… he was better than Rita.
My dark passenger takes over reaching for a knife grabbing Miguel by his hair straddling him pressing the knife against his cheek his eyes never changed at they look upon the dark passenger still full of lust and something else he couldn't see. Why aren't you afraid the dark passenger hisses Miguel doesn't say anything but continues to touch us the dark passenger gives up it need this as much as me, the need to feel under someone else's control…trust
"Just fuck me Miguel…"