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Kevin trembled, trying to keep his fear under control as Percy leaned in close. He still had no idea how Percy was able to do any of this, and it took all of Kevin’s strength to move his head the tiniest fraction. “I think you have me confused with someone else. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just know you’re the crazy hot guy who followed me to work, and…” He swallowed back the lump in his throat. “I thought we were having a pretty good time.”
“So did I.” Percy frowned, and he seemed unsure. Hesitantly, as if he thought Kevin might somehow break free, he moved the robe out of his way so he could lay his hand upon the bare skin of Kevin’s chest.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Think of this… as a spiritual cavity search.”
“Excuse me? A fucking what?” Kevin bucked uselessly. He didn’t want Percy to touch him ever again, and the very heat of his hand made Kevin’s skin crawl. “Get the fuck off me!”
“Just shut up and look pretty. You can still do that, can’t you?” Percy rolled his eyes.
“Bite me!” Kevin scowled, though the new burning sensation deep within his chest stole away a lot of his fight. He didn’t understand what he was experiencing now, and it didn’t hurt exactly, but it wasn’t comfortable either.
Percy’s eyes widened in shock, and he stared at Kevin in awe. “This can’t be….” He touched Kevin’s cheek. “You’re fallen.”
The burning had stopped as soon as Percy moved his hand, and Kevin panted haggardly. “What… the fuck… are you… talking about?” He grunted as he pulled against the invisible force holding him. “Please just let me go, man. I won’t call the cops, I swear!”
“Kevin,” Percy said firmly, “listen to me very carefully. In light of you giving me the most epic dick I’ve had in over two hundred years, I am willing to take… a chance on you. I am doing my best to believe that you don’t know what you are, that perhaps you fell and bumped your pretty little head on the way down.” He sighed. “Tell me where you were born. Tell me about your parents.”
“What?” Kevin spat. “I’m not telling you shit! Why would I tell you about my family after you fucking attacked me?”
“Sug, please.” Percy frowned. “Listen to me. It is vitally important that you tell me everything you remember. Or if you don’t remember anything about them at all.”
“Hey, no pet names, Sally psycho!” Kevin’s eyes stung with tears, and he didn’t get what Percy was going on about. He’d really thought this was something special, and now it appeared Percy was even more of a lunatic than he’d first imagined. He gritted his teeth, mumbling, “Never should have gone home with my stalker.”
“Kevin, please,” Percy pressed.
“Fine!” Kevin groaned. “My parents died when I was a little kid. My grandparents died right after that, so it was just me and my uncle! Happy?”
Percy took a step back, and his glass magically refilled. He took a sip, seeming to mull over Kevin’s response before asking, “All right. Dead parents, dead grandparents, and an uncle. How did they die?”
“Me and my parents were mugged,” Kevin said quietly. This was the absolute last thing he wanted to talk about with Percy. “Okay? Can we stop the fucking inquisition?”
“Nope. I need details, darling. That’s the only way this is going to work. Because only one of us can be right, and it’s probably me.” Percy drank his scotch. “The mugging. Where did it happen? How old were you? What can you remember?”
Kevin sighed and tried to ignore the stab of pain that washed over him from the tragic memory. “We were walking home from a movie. I was eight.” He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Percy right now. “Good enough?”
“No. What were their names? What’s your uncle’s?”
“For fuck’s sake, man! Come on!” Kevin grunted in frustration. “Tom and Martha Hamill. My uncle is Alfred Hamill. There? Happy now? I don’t know what else you want from me.”
“Tom and Martha…” Percy blinked slowly, and he looked as if he was about to laugh. “Do you realize that you have given yourself the same backstory as fuckingBatman?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kevin finally looked at Percy then, glaring furiously. “Sure, maybe it’s similar, but this is my fucking life! That really happened to me. I had to watch them die and couldn’t do shit about it. Fuck you. I’m done answering your questions. Now let me go!”
“We’re not done yet, sug,” Percy said firmly. “Tell me about dear ol’ Uncle Alfred. Was he Special Forces? Maybe he taught you how to fight? Perhaps worked as a butler for some time? Any of that ringing a bell, sug?”
No.
It couldn’t be…
Kevin hadn’t told Percy any of that, and yet…
How did he know?
“Shut up!” Kevin shouted as his thoughts spiraled.
It was real. It was all real. It had to be. Heknewit was real. He had no idea why anyone would make up something so horrible as seeing their own parents murdered right in front of them. That’s what had happened. Even if he couldn’t remember what his parents looked like or the sound of their voices or…
