Mardi Gras Kisses and Chokecherry Wine

a marcus/oliver drabble

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Every night it's the same thing and as always, Oliver thanks him.

"I want you."

A kiss. His breathe tastes sickly of Chokecherry Wine and for a moment, Oliver forgets he is a toy, forgets it's all meaningless and in the morning, Marcus will be gone.

"I need you." And Marcus considers staying, just once to let Oliver wake up not to an empty bed, feeling used.

Oliver replies with an, "I love you."

Marcus growls because everything Oliver says is true and everything he says is a lie. And it's times like these that he wants to leave in the middle of it all. Even if the sex wasn't great and façade with a Mardi Gras mask.

"There's no way I'm ever going to love you."

"I know."