Pairings: Hank/Evan, Hank/Jill

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Slash, incest

Author's Notes: Cliffie ahead, drive carefully. Review.

Hank sees something flicker in Evan's eyes. A brief burst of hope that was quickly lost to the pain that was already there. He knows he said that they needed to talk, but he can't bring himself to say anything. The words have gotten lodged in his throat and he can't spit them out.

Evan sits there, eyes fixed on the floor now and Hank has the sudden desire to see the blue pools and get lost in them. The words still don't come up. Evan is getting more and more uncomfortable, he can tell from all the shifting he's doing. Evan glances up at him, frowning in confusion, and Hank does indeed find himself lost in the blue of Evan's eyes.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Evan's voice breaks through his trance and he blinks.

Hank clears his throat, trying to dislodge the words, and still doesn't know how to start. He's torn between two completely different worlds. His options are simple. Choosing between them is not.

He could break things off with Evan, get back together with Jill. Have a normal relationship that he could tell people about, one that isn't illegal. Maybe even marry her and have kids of his own, a little house out here with the white picket fence and the 2.5 kids. That's the dream, isn't it? What he's supposed to want?

Or he could stay with Evan, where he knows he's happy and accepted. Where he knows he makes Evan happy. Society says their relationship is wrong and immoral and illegal, but how can it be when it feels so right? How can it be wrong if he feels loved? Love is love and it knows nothing of gender or being flesh and blood. It's blind after all.

The answer is clear.

He leans forward and presses his lips to Evan's. Evan tenses and doesn't respond. In fact, he pushes Hank away from him gently. A frown is on his face and Hank is suddenly worried.

"What's wrong?" Hank reaches out to stroke Evan's cheek, but when he touches him, Evan flinches away as if Hank had struck him.

"I don't think I can do this anymore." Evan won't meet his eyes and his voice is so low that Hank almost misses his words.

"What? Why? I know I messed up, but I promise it's only you I want. You I love. Just you. Please Evan. Don't do this." Hank pleads.

Evan looks up, eyes clouded with pain. "You want her too. I can see it in your eyes. Now I know that I've been selfish. You deserve someone you can be happy with somewhere else other than just the bedroom. Someone you can tell people 'Yeah, I'm dating them.' So, I'm letting you go because you may love me now, but in the long run, this is better. Go be with her and we'll go back to being just brothers."

Hank stares at him, eyes wide with shock. Then he snaps. "Are you kidding me? Evan, I love you. You and only you. I don't want anyone else. You're the one I wanna wake up to in the morning and the one I wanna fall asleep next to at night. You're the one that makes me happy. Who cares what everyone else thinks? I don't. I don't care that people wouldn't accept us as a couple, I just need you. I love you. I'm in love with you."

It's Evan's turn to stare. "Really?"

Hank nods, words used up for now.

"I love you too." Evan kisses Hank tenderly.

It's not just a kiss. It's their love reasserting itself, reclaiming it's rightful place in their hearts.

"I love you and only you." Hank whispers to him, getting lost in Evan's eyes again.

Everything is right with the world. Well, almost everything.