Never Let Me Go - The Black Sorrows
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This wasn’t his first relationship. It wasn’t even his first time with another man – the Grand Poof had secured that position. It was, however, the first time he’d felt secure. He’d loved Drusilla for a century. A century of madness, and pining for ‘Daddy’, and of never being enough, for all that he’d protected her, served her, held her during her madness and grief. He’d loved Angelus, his divine Sire, a god of amazing darkness. And he’d never been enough.
But now he had is boy, his chiaroscuro human with his brilliant bravery and his dark wit, his passion and his scathing words. His man who loved him with a fervour that eclipsed the sun, a thing he could never see now. He had someone who knew what it was to be passed over, and who wouldn’t do that to him. Who drove him wild, and then made it all better with a glance, and a wandering hand. Who loved him.