A/N: I don't own Dec or Saracen. Gay kiss scene ahead. Run, conservatives, run!
Dex heard a sniff and turned to look at Saracen. "It's not that bad, Saracen. You shouldn't be ashamed because you like one of the Dead Men. You don't have to act on it. Plenty of men never act on it."
Saracen looked at him. "It isn't that. Look at me, Dex. I know no man's going to want this." He said and Dexter's heart melted. He thought the extra few pounds made Saracen downright adorable. "He won't even want to kiss me."
"Yes, he will." Dexter said, and although he knew it was a terrible idea with a man so confused and in love with another man, he leaned across the table and kissed Saracen softly. It felt wonderful like he'd known it would, and he lingered longer that he should have, but it always felt right to be in another man's arms, like coming home.
Coming home. As they rose and Dex took the frightened man into his arms to kiss him again, he was as tender as he always was. And as their lips met again and he could feel Saracen's beard against his face, and smell his cologne he knew Saracen was the one he'd searched for all these centuries.
The kiss sent electricity through him and his heart was dancing as he ran his fingers gently through Saracen's hair, but he made himself pull back. Saracen wasn't interested in him, so it would be wrong to continue and would only hurt them both. "See? He'll kiss you, Saracen." Dex said gently as he pulled back to smile at his friend.
Saracen just continued looking terrified. "But- What if we don't want the same things?"
"In bed?" Dex asked surprised as they sat back down, the kiss already behind them. "A good man, a man who loves you, will adapt. Not all men can, of course, but he'll adapt. I don't know what you've read, or been told, but the idea is never to ravage the other man. He can be gentle, especially if he knows you're in love with him. It isn't all meaningless one-night stands in seedy motels, Saracen. We do get married. Where and when we can." He said lightly, then excused himself to his bed.
Sleep wouldn't come as Dex mentally kicked himself. He shouldn't have kissed Saracen. He'd let himself go to pieces at Saracen's fear, and that's why it had happened, but still. He didn't want the confused man now turning to him for love and comfort if he was in love with someone else. Still, it had been a wonderful kiss, and he didn't regret it.
He just hoped whichever of the Dead Men it was that Saracen loved didn't want to rip his head off. He knew whoever it was would likely assume the worst, and he didn't blame them. But his first lover had been a kind, gentle man and taught him never to poach. Abide by the rules of love. Dex told himself as sleep finally did claim him. I just wish they would work in my favour this time.
Dex is a sweetheart. Abiding by the rules of love and such. Aww!