He hated him. Everything about the man made him sicker than any disease could. He clutched at his stomach as the nausea set in every time he saw him flirting with some random human species. He hated how he would laugh every time he told him to stop. How his voice would travel through his ears and rack his brain with sweet nothings. He hate hate hated how he fell for him every time the perfumed man would give him a rose or mutter some French in his ear. He despised how he would say his name. Always missing one little letter. Just enough of a difference for him to love hearing it said and enough to hate him and tell him he was pronouncing it all wrong. He hated how he gave into his own masochism and fell into the kisses that were like acid dipped feathers on his lips. He hated how he would wrap his arms around him and pull him into a warm embrace. He hated every single little thing about the one person he absolutely adored.