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Price of Fame

"Something is up." Davin stopped chopping the red onion for the chicken alfredo he just so happen to have been making in his boyfriend's lavish kitchen. There was no soccer game or horror movie on, just Dav being alone.


It didn't feel right. The German hadn't yet gotten used to his new home, or the fact that Will had come back for him. Sure, it had been 4 years, but waking up to a knife at your throat tends to unhinge a person just a bit.


None of it mattered though. Will had gotten help and Dav was there the entire time. So, why did it feel like that was the least of their problems so far?
 
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Will bounded through the door, the end of his nose twitching as he sighed and shut it behind him. "Dav," He began, heading toward the kitchen. "One of your...ah...clients nearly threw up on my new shoes," he complained, throwing his messenger bag in a chair and inspecting his crisp white footwear.


Thank GOD I wont have to deal with that much longer... he thought. He rolled his shoulders, stretching after a long and tedious day. His spirits lifted as the smell of Alfredo reached his node, and he moved behind Davin, kissing his cheek and resting his chin on the man's shoulder. "Sorry, I'm tired, didn't mean to nag."
 
"I swear babe, it's only for another week until I get my degree." Davin walked over to his lover, who looked very sad from the ordeal with his shoe. "I'll make it up to you later for the footwear. I missed you." He kissed the man's jawline, nipping his ear when he reached it. "You know, I was just thinking about Hawaii...how red you'd get when I touched you. I wonder..." he placed one hand on Will's hip...just to bend down and tickle him behind his knee. "Gotchya baby!" he boomed, his accent hanging in the air with tangible happiness.
 
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Will jerked his leg out of reach, scowling halfheartedly as he rubbed the spot. "That wasn't fair," he pouted, lifting himself up and onto the island counter and crossing his arms pointedly. "Just for that, I'm making you wait until after dinner to receive my surprise," he said smugly, kicking his feet back and forth.
 
"Aw babe." Davin pressed his chest against his lover's. "That's toruture. Give it to me now and this can be all over." he said, taking the opportunity to kiss Will's lips. Everytime they kissed, his heart was set on fire. This was where he was supposed to be and nothing was going to change that. Except for the constant scrutiny of in-laws. And Will's psyche, that Davin could not figure out for the life of him. Other than that, they had no nothint really pressing on their plates...yet.
 
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Will tsked, shaking his head with a smile. "I don't think so love," he said, wrapping his legs around Davin and pulling him closer. "You'll just have to wait and see. Though I wouldn't mind wasting a little time until then..." He trailed off, kissing the man again and sucking on his lower lip gently. He was itching to bring out the papers he had hidden inside his jacket, but he figured he'd rather break the news after they ate, when Davin was relaxed and less inclined to tell him he was insane. Though, he didn't get called that as much as he used to...


Will had argued against seeing a therapist for months, complaining that all the tedious questions wouldn't help his situation, just make him want to murder the shrink next. Though after a series of more long conversations - filled with apple pie bribery - he agreed to it. That is, until the doctor told him he couldn't watch Game of Thrones, because it was 'too violent'. Determined to annoy Davin for the rest of the week, he played the theme song on violin every minute possible minute until the German snapped - which was completely satisfyingly, even though at some point Davin had threatened to leave him north of the wall.


Needless to say, he'd been sneaking episodes in when his lover wasn't around, or was busy. "I'll stop distracting you," he said, smiling. He pulled back from Davin on the counter, hopping down and heading to their bedroom, grabbing his laptop from his bag as he did so, making sure he was out of sight before he smirked to himself. A song of ice and fire hmm...
 
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'That. Damned. Song.' Davin almost burned his hand placing the dish to bake with a layer of cheese. "I swear, I'm going to personally decapitate that cruddy doctor for making him stop watching."


Though that was the more "useless" variation of treatment, the Doc obviously knew what he was doing. His baby was better now, and he was glad for it.


"20 minutes until it's done." Dav called out, walking to the cultery cabinet and pulling two sets of plates for their meal. Davin compromised for ceramic in trade for Will's brand new silver set. A personal win, seing that his love had an itch for the finer things.


Davin snickered, sliding on his bright yellow pair of crocs that he obtained for moments like these. "Two can play at that game," he chuckled to himself as he placed the arrangement, "And I win. A lot."
 
Will strolled back in to the kitchen, a smug grin covering his face as he had just finished learning a new verse to Davin's least favorite song. That is, until he saw the yellow crocs on his boyfriend's feet...


"Take. Them. Off," he growled, stopping in his tracks to stare at the offending items with an expression of obvious loathing. What kind of person would stab holes into clogs and start a whole line off of it? Not to mention the childish colors and designs. He had searched the house for the shoes - no abominations - several times, but couldn't figure out where Davin had been hiding them.
 
"These are my favorite house shoes." Davin sang in tune with the song. On a deep, deep level he was actually enthralled by the show. But he'd never give Will the befefit of knowing that nugget of info. "So, when do I actually get to sit down with Mr. And Mrs. Sanderson? " he randomly asked, walking over to the fridge qnd taking out the salad. "You know...I might wear these." Davin kissed Will's cheek with the joke, setting the gigqntic bowl of lettuce and other veggies in the middle of fheir small table.
 
Will was not amused. "Go right ahead, if you want my mother to knock some sense into you with a spiked Louis Vuitton handbag," he said, pulling out a chair and crossing his legs at the ankle when he sat. "Interesting you should ask about them though..." He said, raising an eyebrow.


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"It's been 3 years since I last acknowledged their existence. We haven't even been properly introduced." Davin sighed as he walked over to the oven. "I'm beginning to think that you don't think they'll like me." He poked out his bottom lip childishly, then ovened the apparatus to retrive their meal.
 
Will shook his head, frowning a bit. "No, it's not that," he replied, leaning on his elbow. "It's just- I've been away for so long, and I'm pretty sure things are going to be a bit tense because of it. They don't even know I'm not straight," he explained, trying not to let the stress seep into his voice. "But I kind of already have a plan for all this," he added with a smirk.


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"And wht does this grand plan of yours entail?" Davin asked, setting the chicken pasta dish on the table. He smirked, walking over to the wine cooler and taking out Will's favorite white. Walking back with two glasses, he dimmed the lights a bit before pulling the chair out for his love. "Come. Eat." He smiled, taking his seat on the right side of his boyfriend. He was always on the right of Will, to lwt him know he was the closest thing to his heart.
 
"Thanks hun."


Will obeyed, smiling as he did so. Davin's arm brushed his when he sat down, sending tingles up his spine. All these years, and the spark hadn't dwindled between them...he leaned over and kissed the stubble on the man's cheek, before picking up his fork.


"I love being here with you schatzi," he began, using the old nickname for his lover. "But I have to admit-I do feel kind of like a housewife. One can only take so many pictures before they need new inspiration, and since I'm not...sending people to purgatory anymore, I feel like a bum," he explained before taking a bite of Alfredo, chewing thoughtfully.


"You showed me your trade Dav, your area of expertise. I think it's time to show you mine."
 
Davin looked at Will, confused at wht he was trying to get across. "I thought you did photography?" He asked between bites, completely ignoring the blatant statement about his violent behavior. Honestly, his brutality was the sexiest thing about the man--his mean streaks usually made Davin want him on the spot. It may have been twisted, but they were twisted in the right way. "What are you getting at, my love?" He asked, spearing a piece of lettuce on his plate.
 
Will looked at him for a moment, studying his expression before laying his utensils down and pulling two plane tickets out of his jacket. "I want you to come to New York with me, even if it's only for a couple weeks. You can meet my family, my friends..." He trailed off, waiting for a response.
 
Davin apoke without thinking. "You know I would follow you into hell, my love." He said quietly. Though he wasn't really stoked about New York, he knew that was where will wanted to be.


"That was a rather odd surprise." Davin chuckled, continuing his meal.
 
"Oh I'm sure you'll be plenty surprised when we get there," Will mused before sipping his wine. "You're really OK with this? I mean, the city can be overwhelming just by itself, and if you go with me..." He set his glass down, turning in his seat to face Davin completely. "Not to brag, but you have no idea how much drama goes on in the daily life of a Sanderson. Not trying to scare you off, just trying to warn you."
 
"I said yes! Do ypu need a sign, Willie?" Davin asked, swallowing his glass of wine. Internally, he was horrified of the unknown. He rathered the structured routine in one's day. That was why it was so hard to quit drugs--period. It was a part of his day to day routine. But, he did it with William's help. So he'd stay by his lover's side. "Bring on the Sandersons." he mumbled, taking another bite of chicken.
 
Will blinked, a bit hurt by Davin's reaction. "Sorry," he said, turning back to his dinner. He sighed, knowing what he was asking his partner to do was hard, and he hadn't even mentioned that they would be leaving the very next day. Silently, he finished his salad with a worried expression.
 
Davin ate his meal slowly, guilt ringing in his ears. He was being snappy and he knew it --but he didn't wanna jinx what they already had.


After finishing, he stood up and collected both their plates. When he finished clearing the table, he pulled Will up and kissed him. All the heat of his emotions radiated from the touch of their lips. Pulling back, he smiled very widely. "I love you. And, we'll be together in any tale our lives spin." Davin whispered.
 
"That's good enough for me," Will responded, thoroughly turned on by the kiss and the reassuring words as he tangled his fingers in Davin's hair, ravaging the other man's mouth until he had to come up for air. Breathing heavily, Will cleared his throat, red faced as he looked back at Davin sheepishly. "I might not have mentioned that we'd be leaving tomorrow..."
 
"You...gah....I get to keep the crocs." Davin growled lowly as his lips grazed Will's once more. Before he could stop them, his feet were moving backwards on their own accord. He gripped Will's shirt, tighter and tighter. He didn' want sweet tonight. He wanted the animalistic man who lost control so easily.


As long as he was there, he could make sure Will didn't go over. Why not train him to use his crazy for good?
 
"Deal," Will murmured against his lover's lips, feeling the impact against his shoulder blades as Davin backed him into a door. He gasped as the other man's leg breached his own, the heat below his abdomen growing with every second of it. He wrapped his arms around Davin's neck, pulling him close, mumbling incoherently as he did so. "God, Dav..."
 
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