DISCLAIMER: I wonder if someone from actually goes through and makes sure people disclaim their work? Well just in case, this ain't mine.
Warning: May contain slash in later chapters. I haven't decided how far I'm going to go with them. Does contain incest and pedophilia. The good kind, I promise. No rape.
Dwayne woke up early the next morning. He let his pillow fall and rolled over to look at his uncle. Without it, his arms felt loose and vulnerable. So he pulled it close to him again and watched the man sleep. His face was peaceful, but at the same time sad. Dwayne wanted to reach over and comfort him. Just like he had done for him the night before.
He curled up and buried his face into the pillow. "Frank" he whispered softly, "Why can't you be with me?"
Dwayne already knew the answer, but saying it aloud lifted a great weight from his shoulders. His grip loosened on the pillow. He stood up and made his way over to the man. He leant over Frank's sleeping body, his face only inches away, and let the pillow dangle from one hand.
"Why?" He whispered again as brushed his lips gently against the man's cheek.
Frank stirred, a smile appeared on his face. "Dwayne?" he whispered back.
The boy smiled, "Yeah, it's me"
"I love you," he said. His eyes firmly shut. Frank was still asleep.
"I love you too, " Dwayne whispered, louder than before.
Frank's eyes shot open. The boy cocked his head to the side and smirked.
"Did you know, you love me?" Dwayne said almost laughing,
Frank looked up at him, confused at his reaction. A few hours ago the boy was crying himself to sleep, now he was laughing at him.
Dwayne swung one of his legs over Frank's body, straddling him. He leant in closer and kissed him heavily. The man pulled away and opened his mouth to object but the boy was too quick. He took this opportunity to side his tongue into Frank's mouth. Instinctively the man bit down, drawing the boy's blood. Dwayne yelped and drew back.
"Dwayne. We can't." Frank said exasperatedly.
"But you love me" Dwayne replied, touching his tongue and looking down at his fingers to see the blood.
"Yes, Dwayne, I do. But we can't"The boy leant down again, but did not kiss him. "Your turn" he whispered. Frank turned his head away, closing his eyes and his mouth.
"Fine." Dwayne sat up. "But I'm not giving up."
The boy stood, grabbing his pillow, and left the room.