Disclaimer: "What was that!" "That was you, using your gun like this." "Ohmygod...That's enormous!"

Rated: T 'cuz the voices said so.

All references are at the end, enjoy, betches!

"Howl...Howl, what have I done wrong?" The beautiful blonde stood in the doorway, staring at his lover's back as the man stared into the dark sky. He sat motionless, wordless. The young man waited until he could wait no longer, and he crossed the room to take a seat next to Howl.

""Love, what have I done? He pried Howl's hands from his face and saw tears running down his striking face, glistening in the moonlight.

"True love's kiss, hm?" Howl muttered through tears. The young man next to him looked away, ashamed. Howl ran his hands roughly through his raven hair before confronting him.

"I thought...after everything we've been through..."
"It isn't like that."
"Everything you promised..." Howl continued, ignoring him.
"Howl, is isn't like that."
"Everything you...said..." tears trickled down his face.
"Dammit, Howl! The younger of the two jumped from the bed, kicking the leg closest to his lover as hard as he could."

"What the hell do you want from me?" he snarled. Howl jumped up and cornered him.

"I want you to explain how you claim to love me after what happened today!"

"Well, Sophie kissed me-"

"Yeah, I fuckin' saw that part, Justin!" Howl spit back at the blonde. Justin spun on him and, grabbing him by the collar of his white shirt, slammed him into a wall.

"And how many times did she kiss you, prince charming?"
"That's beside-"
"Or better yet, how many times did you enjoy it?"
"I didn't-"
"What the fuck do you want from me?"

Howl grabbed his lover by the hips, crushing their bodies together for half a second before thrusting the man away from him. Justin hit the opposite wall hard and watched his overly-sensitive soul-mate fall onto the bed, shoulders hunched and shaking in silent sobs. He rubbed his shoulder blade-barely caring that there would be a massive bruise there tomorrow-and crossed the room.

"Baby." His voice was a whisper in the night, seeming to have been carried in through the open window with the light breeze.

"I'm not good enough, am I?" Howl's answer send chills throughout the room, as if an unnoticed ghost of fear were just released from it's dusty attic.

Justin fell onto his knees behind Howl and wrapped his arms tight around his lover's muscled chest. Howl held onto him like a lifeline.

"You are...the most overly sensitive, overly jealous man I have ever met," Justin whispered in Howl's ear. "You annoy me constantly, you drive me completely mad...and I love every annoying comment, every jealous glance, every...sensitive spot." Slowly, gently, he licked the edge of his lover's ear and nibbled around his earring. Howl gasped and pulled away.

"But-Sophie-"
"Was never an option. I have always and will always be yours."
"I love you," Howl whispered.

Justin pushed him gently onto the bed, climbing his way on top of his gorgeous body.

"My prince," Justin whispered, and pressed his lips to the other man's, their breath becoming ragged, their mouths in wordless conversation, beautiful and loving.

The curtains swayed steadily in the breeze, soft and steady.

*Story typed to you by my dear friend Melanie, blow kisses her way! (or some serious yaoi) :)

**Title brought to you by the song "Familiar Taste of Poison" by Halestorm

***For reference purposes, in the mid-1800's, sex was something that was banned in books, so they used symbols such as the curtain waving. Go think dirty thoughts, now :)

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