Hey Descendants!

We're back with another week of updates! Last few chapters we saw Harry get an idea from Deez about how he could better approach T to help him adjust to being in the family and then we saw Harry rush out to find T.

Today...

Well, I think the title kind of says it all. The two have a lot to talk about.

Don't forget to let us know you were here. We'd love to hear from you.

Lots of Love

-Dark-

T blinks as he wipes away his blurred vision. What the fuck had- Oh. He stares at Harry.

Fuck. How long had they been asleep? He turns to the dirty window with a frown. The sun was setting.

He sighs in relief. Well, at least it wasn't as bad as it could've been. He turns back to Harry with a thoughtful frown. And he hadn't had a nightmare.

He didn't even feel like smashing someone's face into a table.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up feeling halfway decent.

Huh. He slowly inches away from Harry's side. Thankfully he didn't have to move arms or anything that would risk waking him up.

He was used to staying up for days at a time. But Harry? The last time he remembered Harry going so hard had been because of the Sea Hag. His lips twitch into a smile as he throws a blanket over him. How he was sleeping with so little on he had no idea.

He sighs as he carefully walks over to the closet he'd cleared for clothes, easily locating the hoodies and baggy pants he'd hidden for the members of core four, five at the time.

He knew that Evie would've died if she'd ever been forced to wear them. But better to die of mortification then being hunted down. Besides, getting her in the outfit would've been Jay's job.

He pulls out the clothes he'd scrounged up for Jay, knowing the others would have fit Harry a little too properly.

Satisfied with his findings, he walks over to the table and perches on the back of a chair to study Harry.

It had been so- He wasn't sure how to describe the joy and relief that had bubbled through him when Harry had explained what being scared meant to him and the others. That there was still a chance that they still trusted him to take care of shit. Especially when he barely trusted himself. Harry was- He narrows his eyes. A lot of things, but genuine was usually at the top of the list.

With those he cared about anyway.

At the top of the Sea Four's list. He grins. It seemed to be a theme among the people Faustina had chosen for him to follow. Sincerity.

It was something rare on the isle. For obvious reasons. But even the Dragon herself could manage to share that part of herself sometimes. When she thought no one was looking.

He was still so unsure of everything. His abilities. His emotions. His interactions with the family he'd found himself a part of by accident. He knew that there was some type of fundamental difference between him and the rest of them. Something he hadn't felt among most of the core four.

Still, they accepted him and the problems that he carried with him. This morning had been so… He narrows his eyes again not sure how to describe it.

He wasn't sure that Harry had ever been so patient while waiting for him to collect his thoughts. That he could be so honest without being embarrassed or ashamed. Sure he'd felt uncomfortable, maybe even insecure- But Harry had- Again he wasn't sure. He just knew he'd never felt so... Heard? That felt right.

He looks up when he hears a groan. Harry's face was slowly darkening from the carefree innocent look he'd worn only a moment ago to, worry? Panic?

His eyes widen. Was he about to start screaming? Was this the start of a night terror?

Without Harry opening his eyes his hands start moving around the couch as if he were searching for something.

T frowns as he jumps off the chair and quickly moves to the couch. His eyes quickly scan Harry. Sonovabitch. He swallows before he slips onto the couch and carefully pulls Harry down so that his head was resting in his lap, and starts running his hand through his hair.

He'd seen Uma do it to the rest of the family more times than he could count. And due to his time with Evie knew how soothing the action could be. If Evie could comfort a virtual stranger, then he could comfort a member of his own family.

He was glad he'd started to do more than just watch. He'd learned to figure shit out too.

"T?" Harry's gruff voice whispers before he carefully shifts, turning just enough to look up at him, the piercing blue of his eyes a thin circle around the flaring black.

"Sup?" T greets as he continues to run his hand through the dark shaggy hair. The way Harry was looking up at him, made something in his stomach flip. Like he was happy, or relieved, or something, just to see him. His lips twitch into a small smile.

Harry lets out a sigh of relief as he relaxes into his touch, his eyes closing as a smile curves his lips. He shifts a little more until he's resting on his back, arching his head into T's hand. "How long ya been awake then?" He asks softly.

He feels his cheeks burn as his heartbeat starts racing hard against his chest. Cute was the only word that came to mind. "Don't know." He admits after a moment. "Kinda spaced off."

"Sorry. I know we be havin' ta go, but I be thinkin' ya could be usin' the nap ya finally be lettin' yerself have. Did'nah be ah meanin' ta be fallin' 'sleep meself, but it were so damn comfy." Harry stretches slowly, his arms reaching for his legs as his head nuzzles against his hand and stomach while his back arched and popped.

He swallows as his bats flutter in his stomach, mouth suddenly dry as he gives a lazy shrug, "I think we both needed it."

"Aye. Ya probably be right." Harry collapses back against his lap as the stretch finally leaves him.

This wasn't so bad. He continues running his hand through Harry's hair. Touching to help. It was different. And even though he felt uncomfortable, he could admit it was nice. His eyes scan the other boy, happy for his hood. Fuck only knew what his expression looked like right now, but he knew his face was hot enough to melt ice.

"I be ah likin' this." Harry smiles up at him, still not opening his eyes, "Careful mate, or ya be ah spoilin' me and makin' me want this every time I be ah listenin' to ya like ah good boy." His smile shifts to a cocky grin.

He can't help the way his lips twitch into a small smile. "All of you deserve to be spoiled at least a little. And you didn't get upset with me yesterday. And you gave me time to think about shit… So it's only fair that I pass it back."

Harry slowly opens his eyes to stare up at him, "I be glad ta be ah hearin' I finally be gettin' it right." He grins, "An' oh ta be ah lettin' Uma know ya be ah sayin' we deserve ta be spoiled. It would be ah makin' her beyond happy ta know that be what ya really be ah thinkin' 'bout us."

He looks back to the mural. "Your happiness and safety have always been a priority for us." He frowns, "We just don't know how to show it right."

"I don'nah be knowin', this be ah makin' me feel right special right now." Harry rolls his head against his hands, tangling his fingers deeper into his thick hair.

He drops his head back to study him, bringing the bats back in full flutter. "I wouldn't stick around if I didn't find you-" He blushes, "All of you special." He frowns, "Sorry I suck at showing it…"

"How ya be ah knowin' what ta be ah doin' if we ain'nah lettin' ya know, or ya never be ah tryin' new things with us ta be ah seein' if it be ah makin' us happy?" He questions, shrugging as his brow furrows low over his eyes, "Ya still be ah learnin', just like the rest o' us. It ain'nah meanin' ya suck." He smiles before closing his eyes again.

He blinks. He'd never thought about it that way before. "I used to watch you guys for hours…Wondering how you could do it. Be so close to each other, and carefree at the same time. It was… Fascinating to me. Then you got Deez to do it too, and I was confused. But..." He shrugs, "It's not so bad. I kinda like being able to comfort you in the way you need it, instead of stumbling my way through it… Or being too- I don't know-" He turns away, biting his lip. "I think I've been afraid of more than I thought."

"Aye? Well, ya be ah doin' good at this. I ain'nah be feelin' so relaxed away from home in… Well, ever." He grins, "An' the cove ain'nah be countin', it be home too. But I always be feelin' ah sight better when ya be ah sharin' time there with us."

"Really?" That genuinely surprised him. He would've thought him collecting stuff, and fucking off to do other things to ensure their safety would've made them happier. He knew they liked- He frowns, their family time. They'd even gotten Deez to join them.

"Aye, really." Harry reaches up and laces his fingers with the hand he wasn't using to pet him with, "An' I think ya might not be entirely understandin' what fear is mate."

"Probably not," He sighs. "I still don't understand a lot of shit. But-" His smile is shaky, "I think I'm finally starting to understand the difference between watching and interacting though…"

Harry smiles, "You and Deez both be ah needin' ta learn that lesson yer own way." His lips slowly part before he gently bites his bottom lip, "Ya both be watchin' in yer own ways, for yer own reasons." His nose flairs slightly before he tilts his head back further, "Why ya be ah gettin' confused when Deez be comin' back 'round to us?"

He leans back as he collects his thoughts. Appreciating Harry's patience. He really wasn't sure where it had suddenly come from but he really, really appreciated it. "Because-" He finally shrugs, "I said I was confused. Not that I am now. At least I don't think so… I just didn't realize- How touch could ever feel good. But..." He shrugs. "It's still," He tilts his head to the side, "Uncomfortable- And-" He swallows as he turns away, "Scary, I guess." He admits to himself more than Harry. "But- it's never hurt when you guys do it…" He frowns as he looks around the room, at all the beautiful art Mal had created. A homage and expression to the people she loved and cared about even if she couldn't admit it out loud. "Well except for Mal, but I expected that. Even encouraged and instigated it." He turns back to Harry with a small smile.

"Oh, I be ah hearin' all 'bout somethin' like that." Harry snorts as he looks up, "Sweet Boy be callin' ya ah hundred kinds o' crazy for pokin' her like that." He chuckles.

"She needed an outlet." T shrugs, "And yeah." His smile is soft as memories flit through him. "I've always been more than a little crazy. I've never really given a fuck bout much." Especially when it came to his own safety- Well until he figured out Faustina wasn't actually his sister. He closes his eyes. The fact he'd almost gotten her killed was making him feel nauseous. His hand deepens in Harry's hair as he absently tugs it in response.

Harry moans, his entire body relaxing further against his lap, "Ooh, that be ah doin' things." He admits in a deep husky tone before he crosses one leg over the other, jutting his knee up under the blanket before he chuckles.

T turns to look at him in confusion, the moan bringing his attention to how rough he was being with the other boy's hair. Huh. This felt good to him? He continues curiously.

Harry opens one eye to peek up at him, "Do ya be knowin' what that be doin' to me?" He asks as he shifts again, squeezing T's hand as he presses their palms together.

He tilts his head to the side. "No? You just-" He pauses the tugging, "It sounded like you liked it." He admits uncertainly. "Did you not?"

"Oh no, I be likin' it." He shifts his hips, "But, I don'nah be knowin' if ya be likin' what it be doin'. I don'nah be ah havin' ah problem with ya experimentin' with me all ya be ah wantin', but I do be ah wantin' ta be honest with ya, cause it be fannin' ah nice 'n hot fire in me belly." He releases T's hand.

T blinks. "Huh." That sounded, "I'm sorry. I know that's uncomfortable."

"Not ah bit for me," Harry moans lightly as he loosens his hold on his hair.

T tilts his head before he starts tugging on Harry's hair again, the noises he made as he got rougher with the tugging intriguing.

Harry blinks up at him, seemingly searching for eye contact as his hips twitch. "T-" He breaths out, nearly panting as if he was working hard to keep himself still.

"Sup?"

"Do ya be knowin' what be ah happenin' when ah guy be ah gettin' turned on?"

He blinks. Turned on. He'd heard that phrase before from Freddie a lot when she was talking about other girls. He blushes, "What's that mean?" He sighs. "Turned on?"

"Mmmm, for me, it be ah meanin' that I really be ah likin' ya, really be ah trustin' ya, and really be ah likin' what ya be doin'." He gasps as T forms a fist in his hair and starts working his other hand in.

"Oh." His eyes widen slightly. Harry's admission brought back the flutter and the uncomfortable heat he'd felt the other night. "I feel the same way about you."

"An-" He bites his lip as he slowly lowers his leg, "Ya be ah havin' ah effect on me body," His eyes flutter, "an I be ah needin' ta know if ya ain'nah comfortable with this."

He frowns, as he takes inventory of his emotions. "I-" T blushes, "I mean," He swallows, "The fire's back," He fists another handful of Harry's hair at the discomfort as he shifts his hips for something he didn't understand.

Harry lets out another moan, "Ya be ah makin' me hard T, that be okay?"

Hard? How? He thought Harry was enjoying it, but now that he pointed it out he could feel the tension coiling through him. "Hard?"

"Aye." Harry carefully puts his hands down on either side of his hips, "Ya know how ya be tellin' me ta suck yer dick when ya be gettin' angry with me?" He bucks his hip before relaxing once more.

"Yeah?" He tilts his head to the side. As he watches Harry curiously. The blankets around his hips bunched oddly. Was he okay? "Are you still enjoying this?" He tugs at Harry's hair in question as the warmth from the other night pools in his stomach again.

"So much." Harry barely manages to breathe out around another moan. "T… I uh- When guys be ah gettin' turned on, their dicks be gettin' hard." He looks up with heavily hooded eyes.

"Huh." T tilts his head to the side as he looks back to Harry's hips. Is that why the blanket looked like that? His brow furrows.

"An' I don'nah be meanin' ta be ah soundin' hurtful," His tongue parts his lips as he watches T watching him, "but, have you- Do you know what it be ah feelin' like when you be gettin' turned on? I don'nah be knowin' how ta be- I know ya be ah guy-"

Why would that question be hurtful? He couldn't blame Harry for wanting to know. He confused himself, and the whole thing was kind of a total mind fuck. "But I have girl parts?"

Harry nods slowly, "Aye. I can be ah tellin' ya, if ya be wantin' ta know, what it be like when Uma and Deez be ah gettin' turned on, or ya can be continuin' ta do what ya be doin', or whatever ya be ah wantin', 'cause I be givin' ya permission ta be doin' whatever ya be wantin'. I be ah doin' me best ta be stayin' still."

He feels his face heat up. "And it would feel good? If I touched your dick?" He tilts his head to the side. On some level, he knew Harry had to enjoy it. The sight of all three of them doing just that would be forever sketched in his mind. Still… "Like, the way this is?" He asks as he pulls at Harry's hair again, his eyes never leaving Harry's face.

"Aye." Harry shivers as he nods fervently, "An- An the great thing 'bout trust be knowin' if I don'nah be ah likin' somethin', I trust ya be ah stopin' when I be tellin' ya."

"Huh." T blinks. "And you're what? Supposed to suck it?" His nose crinkles.

"That do be ah thing. One o' many things. An' ya can be ah doin' anything ya want, but only if you be wantin' ta be doin' it."

His ears burn, "So, I can like-" His eyes narrow, was he seriously about to ask? He swallows. "Fuck around with it?" He wanted to know what could possibly make any of this type of shit enjoyable. Clearly, it had too. And some part of him liked seeing Harry like this. It was different. He couldn't tell how- He just- His head tilts slightly.

Was this who Harry really was when he let his mask crack a little? Was this what laid beneath his cool pirate persona? He'd always known Harry was a passionate person. But he'd never pictured Harry laid out across his lap, never thought husky moans were a part of who he was.

Was this what Harry looked like when he was content? When he was happy? Because he'd never seen gold or hair products do it for him like this was. And there was something in Harry's eyes that made the bats freak. Made heat pool in his cheeks, in his belly, between his legs. Made his throat was dry, even though his mouth watered.

It was just- Different. And he wanted to figure out why.

"Aye love," Harry nods slowly as he squirms under his firm grip in his hair, "Ya can be ah doin' anythin' ya be wantin'. I can be ah keepin' me hands ta meself if ya be ah wantin' ta know more. Can be," He shivers, "Can be lettin' ya get ta know me body."

T's eyes sweep over him, "Seriously? You really don't mind?"

Harry shakes his head, "I be wantin' ta give ya whatever ya be ah needin', and I be wantin' ta be this way with ya for ah long time now. If ya be showin' interest, I be offerin' encouragement." He bites his lip before he nuzzles his head against T's hands, "And don'nah be ah worryin', I be plenty inta this."

T tilts his head to the side as he studies Harry. The heated look in his pale blue eyes was making him squirm slightly. And so, just like most approaches to life he breathes out. "Fuck it." He shrugs. "You'll tell me if I hurt you or do something wrong, right?"

"Aye. An-" Harry reaches up to T's hands in his hair, resting his palm over his fingers, "I won'nah be doin' nothin' to ya. Not that I don'nah be ah wantin' to, I do. So much." He shivers again, "But- I won'nah be doin' nothin' 'til ya be ah tellin' me ya be ready. I be ah swearin'."

"Cool." T blinks. The sheer conviction in Harry's tone catches him off guard. What exactly was he telling him exactly? He wasn't sure. But it seemed important to him that he say it.

"An' ya do be ah wantin' this?"

T feels his ears burn as he gives a nod. "I like seeing you like this. You look like-" The dark in his eyes expanding. The way his nose flared. The way the vein in his neck started to pulse. What was it? That look? He still hadn't decided. "I don't know, but I like it...Like the noises."

It was nice not being the one moaning like an idiot, but- A shiver runs down his spine. He could get why you'd want to make others moan. To make someone feel so good that, for a moment, they forgot what was happening around them.

Harry blinks up at him, "I can only be imaginin' I be ah lookin' needy, ya be ah strokin' ah lot of feelin' good in me, but T, it be important ta me that you be ah likin' this too. This can be stoppin' any time ya be wantin' it stopped."

"But I can figure it out till then?" He shifts his hips more heat spreads from his belly to between his legs. Needy? Huh. Is that what the expression was? He snorts. Of course, he would like someone looking up at him in need. Why wouldn't he? It was pretty much the foundation of his life. See a need, fill it- And if he couldn't-Then he'd find someone who could.

But deep down, in a place he never wanted to admit existed, it was all he wanted. To be needed. To be needed proved he existed. That he had a purpose. That he just wasn't some scared girl's figment.

But needy didn't look the way he expected it to on Harry.

His eyes trace the coal smudged lines around Harry's eyes, which always made the pale blue pop with a wild recklessness that he found himself in an odd game with throughout the years. Always one-upping each other as they gained more and more rumors about themselves. He tugs Harry's hair a bit rougher.

He found it hard to look away from Harry's teeth dragging over his bottom lip. He still wasn't sure what the look was- because it had to be more than just needy. It was something. Something deep. Intense. That stirred his insides.

But what the fuck was it?

It seemed dark. Like it could be dangerous. And he wanted to know why. To understand it. It hadn't been nearly this- Intense? The night of the howler. When they'd traded answers for kisses. So what was different now?

Harry's hand on his wrist pulls him from his internal struggle.

"Sup?"

"T-" Harry bites his lower lip as he looks away, only to groan before he looks back up, "I uh, I can'nah be helpin' but notice that I be the only one feelin' good right now." He sighs as he winces, "An the other night in yer workroom, when we both be seemin' ta be feelin' good, I be doin' somethin' ta be ah makin' ya run."

He stills as his body stiffens, his face suddenly feeling like it was on fire. He didn't want to talk about that night. He was still- Well he honestly couldn't decide if he was more embarrassed, ashamed, or humiliated. He just knew he was feeling all three in partially equal measures. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth. How the fuck was he supposed to unload that observation? "You heard me out yesterday… Gave me time to think. And, it took me forever to figure out you liked hair shit and like you've never made it any secret that you like, like touching so- Yeah. I want to try to make you feel good..."

Harry blinks up at him, "That ain'nah bein' anythin' 'bout what I be askin'." He snorts as he adjusts, "What did I be ah doing wrong? Mayhaps that be makin' it clearer."

He looks back towards the mural with a frown, "I don't really wanna talk about it."

Harry watches him for what feels like an eternity before he sighs, "Okay. That be fair." He slowly detangles himself and stands, "But ya be ah lettin' me know when ya do?" He asks as he rests his hands on his hips and slowly turns in place, as if searching for something.

"Sure…" He responds non committedly with a frown, what the fuck did he do now? He sighs as he stands too, squeezing his arm. "Sorry."

Harry eyes him before he walks over and rests a hand on his head, "Ya ain'nah needin' ta be sorry. You be sayin' ya ain'nah ready ta be talkin', an' I can be respectin' that." He bites his bottom lip as his expression grows serious, "But I ain'nah gonna be takin' 'vantage of ya bein' confused, or whatever it be that ya don'nah be wantin' ta talk about. That ain'nah good either. So I can be ah waitin' for ya ta be ready. Aye?"

Taking advantage how? He'd offered. His fingers dig into his arm deeper. "What are you lookin' for?"

Harry sighs as he moves his hand from T's head to the hand on his arm, "Ya be talkin' 'bout dressin' me more stealth-like."

"Oh," He frowns, "They're on the table."

"I be figurin'. Stop manglin' yer arm now, an' let's be makin' me ah right street Urchin."

"Heard," He nods.

Sup?

So, what did you guys think? Cute? Or obnoxious?

Were you surprised by how far it almost got? Or was it just plain awkward AF?

Is it coming across that Harry and the rest of the family are amazing with boundaries, consent, and fairness when it comes to sexual-related matters? Does it make sense?

Raise your hand if you were shocked T didn't want to talk about it. Oh, none of you? Just checking for consistency. Think he ever will though?

Much love and appreciation

-Twisted-