Angst involing blood (sorry this is vague but all i can think of is "yo angsty blood")
“John?” Aaron asked, stepping away from the nightstand and pulling on his shirt, refusing to face the man he was talking to. “What…what is this? What are we?”
“What do you mean?” John responded, turning around to look at Aaron as he spoke.
“I mean…Are we together, or what?” Aaron said, taking in a sharp breath as he did so.
“I…Aaron…” John replied cautiously, walking over to Aaron and twisting him around, forcing the other man to look him in the eyes. “Why would we be together? Alexander and I are together, I wouldn’t leave him…”
“Then why are we sleeping together?” Aaron asked, eyes narrowing. “Why did we have sex last night, why have we been having sex every night for the past week, if you love Alexander so much?”
“That’s different, Alex is out of town and-”
“And you want me to be someone you cheat on your boyfriend with? You want me to be your mistress?”
“No-yes- Aaron, please just let me-”
“No! I thought I could trust you, and I thought you felt the same, but apparently I was wrong, and now, I’ll be leaving!” Aaron shouted, pivoting on his foot and moving to walk towards the door, but his arm was caught by John’s hand.
“Please, Aaron, don’t leave, we can- I can-” John tried to reason, before being cut off by a swift punch to the nose. He stared at Aaron in shock as he felt crimson drip down his face.
“You know, I loved you,” Aaron whispered, barely audible, yet the syllables seemed to shatter John’s skull. “I loved you, and I thought that you loved me, but I guess I was wrong. And I wish Alexander didn’t love you, either. No matter how horrible he is, I could never put him through that. Fuck you, John Laurens. Fuck you.”
