Bruises and Books

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6. the space between dream and reality

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Cupid's Bow

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It wasn't real. He knew that from the beginning. Humid flesh sticking, arching, throbbing, bucking, rolling, moving – moving, moving together and apart along with his sanity. Every one of his nerves sang out, quivering. He compared it to Cupid's bow string, but even his imagination knew better. Their tongues battled in a feral attempt to gain control. And they peaked. There was more fluid than he had anticipated… and he had anticipated this more than he cared to admit. But it wasn't real.

Even though it wasn't real Percy couldn't look Marcus in the eye. Because he knew Marcus knew.

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I kinda cheated on this one by copying and pasting from another fic...

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