Chapter Text
Oh you never seem to notice
When I follow you home
In the dark of your apartment when you think you’re alone
What would it take what else should I do?
How far must I go to prove
That I love you?
And I’ll get you yet
I’ve got to make you mine
Just know I’m not the sinister type
Oh you never seem to notice
That my heart beats for you
So I’ll open you up and make yours beat for me too
And I’ll get you yet
I’ve got to make you mine
Just know I’m not the sinister type
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The intricate, perfect machine breathed softly, his chest rising and falling in the darkness. He had dozed off with his glasses on his nose, which were now askew. Dell leant forward in his chair, just enough to touch his sleeping beauty. With his mechanical hand, he carefully lifted them from his nose, making sure not to wake him. He folded them and placed them on the bedside table without a sound.
He ran his metal fingers through locks of hair, each movement incredibly fine as to not wake the man. His fleshly hand hovered just above his head, dying to touch and to just feel his warmth. Temptation beckoned and his resistance crumbled in an instant. His large, bulky fingers brushed his soft, dark hair, the silky, smooth sensation simply heavenly against his skin. He paused there, waiting to see if his beautiful stranger would stir from his slumber and when he didn’t move an inch, Dell grew ever bolder. He leant in a little closer, examining the occupant’s angular face, imagining the firmness of his chin as he cupped it and stared into his icy blue eyes. Though he could only picture fondness, and maybe even love within them, he knew the truth, as painful as it was. In reality, he would meet wide, terrified eyes with blown pupils, darkened by raw, primal fear.
Dell took in a deep breath and slowly bowed his head, coming dangerously close to the sleeping man. He closed his eyes, and yet, he hesitated. He froze in place as a thousand scenarios unfurled in his head like sprouts emerging from rows upon rows of seeds. Each grew into a potential disaster – his sleeping beauty jolting awake, screaming at his presence, and summoning the law to take him away. He bit his lip and persisted regardless, coming just an inch away, his heart racing as he dared to nearly press up against him. His delicious scent filled his sinuses, dizzying him with the sweetness of coconutty creams, subtly musky cologne and just a hint of disinfectant. This combination rested within his towels, blankets, clothes and even the apartment itself, though never this intoxicatingly potent. It conjured fantasies of soft, dewy skin under his fingers, and he could no longer resist. He took the risk, his lips feathering above his sleeping beauty’s forehead when the man suddenly shifted and turned over with a snore.
He jolted back in fright, cursing himself. His new companion faced the ceiling now, as if he were watching the fan spin around and around with closed eyes. Dell’s heart softened into pulsating mush – he was cute while he slept, like an exhausted puppy that had been running around all day. His beautiful stranger was the hardworking sort, leaving so early in the morning for work and coming home late with bags under his eyes and a tiredness in his gait, like a clockwork horse that had galloped all day until it finally ran out of steam and slumped to a complete stop.
His beautiful stranger was right there, so close yet so far from reach. Dell longed to touch and stroke the angel that slept beside him, but he could only admire his sculpted figure as he purred and whimpered in his sleep. Dell wished he could join him and hold him close while he watched him sleep, taking in his every detail, listening to the words from his dreams and admiring his every breath.
But such a thing couldn't be. Not yet.
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