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[dreamedboy]

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[dreamedboy]

[For a moment, Proko regretted asking. He didn't like the sound K made, he didn't like thinking he was just digging into wounds. But then his breath caught and he felt- helpless, in a way. He'd known Kavinsky cared about him, but he'd never actually thought he loved him.

He'd never thought about K changing him to make him love him, either. Out of all the fears he had, that hadn't been one of them. Maybe thinking about it now should have upset him or something like that but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything except- relief, maybe. It seemed like a silly thing to worry about to him when he'd been sure he loved Kavinsky both before and after being dreamed back to life. Would he know if that had been changed? It was all a bunch of what ifs and he couldn't be angry with K for that.

They were both bad at this, weren't they?]

I think I've always loved you.

[He admitted in a murmur. There was nothing frightening about saying it, not when he knew now that K loved him.]

You should've said something sooner.

[His tone wasn't accusing or upset, just- sad. All the times he'd worried he wasn't good enough because he wasn't human anymore or maybe because he was too loyal, too obedient, too- or maybe not obedient enough, sometimes. He wasn't afraid to put Kavinsky in his place when things got rough; he knew that no matter how much they fought they'd still be friends the next day. He wasn't worried about losing his friendship but he worried about everything else.

And he guessed saying something sooner went both ways and he was just as guilty for not speaking up, but. He'd just assumed Kavinsky would let him know if he wanted him.

His arms tightened around the other boy a little more.]

I don't care if you did, though. Dreamt me to love you, I mean. Because I do, and you're- beautiful and- [His cheeks tinged pink.] -amazing and-

[But he didn't say anything else, biting his lip and trying not to look as flustered as he felt.]

[dreamforger]

[Maybe Kavinsky should have argued with him. But there's something touching about the way that Prokopenko tells him that he doesn't care if he did dream him to love him. And it Proko doesn't care-- He's always tried to treat him like he was just another one of his boys. He wouldn't have attempted to convince Skov that he couldn't be in love with him, and so he tried to give him the same respect. Because Kavinsky didn't think of him as different.

He wasn't a dreamthing, he was just- Proko.

Maybe it was a little bit selfish, but-- he couldn't help thinking that they'd both struggled enough over the last two weeks. He wasn't going to invite problems that don't seem to exist. So he just smiles, for what feels like the first time since Ronan left him alone in the dream field. He snuggles into the warmth of his body, the warmth of the fact that the other boy loves him.]

Yeah, I should have. But I still mean it. I still- I love you.

[Kavinsky shifts so that he's on his side, facing him, so that he can trail his fingers down the side of his face, cupping his jaw so he can brush his thumb against his lips. And his heartbeat skips, and he's glad that they're curled together in Proko's bed right now, because he feels unsteady. He doesn't know if it's just finally having it out in the open between them, or just the way that he's gone from the low of crawling home after the hospital to this. He bites his lip just to keep himself focused, shakes his head because he feels- overwhelmed, almost. Like he wants to fold into his arms and stay there.]

Kiss me?

[It's not the first time they've kissed, but- it would be the first time with the truth between them. It's the first time that Kavinsky has asked, trembling and undone. Selfishly he just wants to be loved, he wants to show Proko how much he loves him. He wants to kiss the way that he's always felt into his mouth, against his skin.

He wants to hold onto him, and keep him safe; even if he'd failed the first time.]

[dreamedboy]

[Maybe he should have cared; something about the loss of free will, but neither of them could say for certain if loving Kavinsky had been dreamt into Proko or not. Until there was a way to know, one way or the other, Proko didn't see the point in getting upset about it. There were plenty of other more valid things to worry about, things he wasn't going to think about right now because they just- they didn't matter in this moment.

He was far more interested in the way K said I love you, the way that it made him feel warm and wanted and like there were butterflies in his stomach and like, just for a moment, he was weightless. He'd always had a feeling Kavinsky was the one, long before finding out about what he could do, back when they'd just met. There was a reason he had a K tattooed on his right thumb. It was small and subtle and simple but every time he looked at it, he was reminded of his connection to the other boy.

Goosebumps tingled across his skin when K touched his face, and subtly he tipped his head into it, eyes half closing for a moment. He couldn't help but smile, sliding one hand up to cup the back of Kavinsky's head gently, and then kissed him just as gently. Most of the time, he didn't think of K as fragile, knew he could take care of himself, but- he also knew better than most who the boy was under the bravado and drugs and sly words. Right now, K was fragile- that wasn't shocking after what'd happened. Proko would help hold all of his broken pieces together with tenderness and affection.]

Do you want to-

[He paused for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to ask his question. In the end, he switched tacts, went for something bolder and therefore a little more frightening-]

Does this mean we're- dating?