As the mood of their exchange drifted deeper into the realm of intimacy, Lee fell easy into Andrew's advances. "No, no...you're not..." Lee answered to the other as he was drawn closer. "...and I can only hope we might have the good fortune to talk for hours and hours..." The peck of a kiss at his lips drove a rush of anticipation through him shattering all pretenses he may have still held. "...in a sea of pillows and silk sheets with naught but the latter against us...."<br/><br/>The image was delicious in his mind while the desire was tangy on his tongue and he drew in a sharp breath as any further words were cut off with Andrew's earnest kiss. The moment grew heated and mutually desperate as Lee met Andrew's kiss with a fire of it'sown, his breath rushed forth from him into Andrew and his mind turned ravenously to thoughts and images of passion to come. Andrew's arms were secure around him and he felt delightfully ravaged. Was that blood had just tasted? Was this a promise of the savage eros to come?  Lee felt heady and almost inebriated with the rush of it; like he was going under in a sea of desire...<br/><br/>He sighed.<br/><br/>He went rigid.<br/><br/>Blood and bourbon.<br/><br/>It was all he could taste and he was choking.<br/><br/>He wanted to cough, wretch, gasp air but he couldn't. Andrew's arms had gone solid around him.<br/><br/>Like ropes.<br/><br/>Like chains.<br/><br/>Lee was confined and he couldn't move. His strength was nothing against the chains of Andrew's embrace.<br/><br/>He was suddenly cold; cold next to Andrew's frigid skin; cold with fear of the moment, cold with the terror of something that lurked from the past, cold with the instinct of pure danger washing over him.<br/><br/><i>"Lee, Lee...now why you gotta fight so hard. You know you ain't gonna get nowhere. You know it's useless to even try, boy. Now knock it off..." </i>Mr. Addison's arms were like chains around him and no matter how he fought, there was nothing he could do against the grizzled veteran's brutal advances.<br/><br/><i>"What, you gonna tell yer daddy? You gonna tell him you lay down like a hedge whore for his buddy?"</i>The smell of sharp whiskey and stale tobacco was heavy on his breath surrounded by the stench of his sweat and musty scent of his worn grey corporal's coat.<i>"You gonna break his heart and tell 'im his smartest boy, his best hope for a doctor ain't fit  to own the tackle in his trousers?  You're a right gal-boy, aren't ya, Lee Braxton? You won't tell him nothin'  but how happy ya are when I come by to visit y'all...That's all you'll ever say of it if ya want to keep breathin' , boy..." <br/>
</i><br/>Lee felt as though he was drowning and his reflexes brought his arms up to try and separate him from Andrew's proximity, but it failed. It failed in that moment as it had failed back then and Lee was overcome by a strength of force he had no hope of fighting against.  He didn't know what was real and what wasn't; if any of it was real at all. Was Andrew real? Was he a sweet daydream interrupted by the sickening presence of Hayes Addison? No...No...Hayes was long dead; a troubling memory laid low under six feet of dirt and gallons upon gallons of bourbon, scotch, and beer. Andrew was real and Andrew was murdering him.<br/><br/>Lee felt the world go black around him, then he felt Andrew release him sudden;y and move away. He felt the warmth start to return to his skin but he felt dizzy, sick, and poisoned. His heart hurt, it felt torn apart by a betrayal old and deep and torn apart again with a new trust broken. But for what reason? His thought swam and he thought he should pray, but who did a sick pervert like himself pray to? He was a man lover. A body thief. A swindler and a liar. He tried to open his eyes and he could feel himself swaying weakly as he stepped back.<br/><br/>"What...What did you..." He could barely scratch out his ragged words. "Why did you....What are you..." He stumbled back, his hands instinctively going to catch himself on the window sill yet still the force of his stop broke the pane behind him and sent glass shattering to the ground a story below them. The sound of footfalls on the stairs came soon after and a knock on the door behind where Andrew stood. "Mr. Wilde? Mr. Wilde, it's Sallie Clair, the proprietor. Is everything alright?" She inquired with concern through the door. A breeze floated in through the broken window carrying the scent of carnations and magnolias.