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hypnotized by the beautiful sight of Dury's kiss-swollen lips. He distantly wondered how Dury could look so innocent and so debauched at the same time.
    What would it hurt? Why couldn't he take what was offered and leave the past behind? Would it be so bad?
    No, but Dury deserved better than to be a rebound fuck. And things with Simon had ended on a horrible note. As long as Luc didn't have closure, he'd never be able to allow someone else inside his heart.
    Shaking himself, Luc said, "I… There's someone else. Or there was… I'm not sure I can do this right now."
    He expected Dury to get angry, to pout or to ask questions. Instead, Dury smiled and nodded. "Okay. I can't compete with that." Pressing a soft kiss to Luc's lips, he slipped out of Luc's arms with startling ease.
    Luc cursed to himself. He didn ' t want Dury to think he was being played with or anything like that. He desired the younger man very much. Hell, his cock throbbed in his pants, screaming at him, Are you mad? We were so close, so close. Luc silenced it and focused on finding something right to say.
    Before he could do so, Dury moved away from him, heading back to the stove. Picking up the spoon with his bare hand, he stirred the stew. "Ah look, it's almost ready. Come on, help me set the table."
    Luc stared at Dury, at the way his house guest held an obviously hot kitchen utensil and declared he'd clearly lost his mind. Oh, well. At this point, there was nothing else he could do but go with it.
    Silently, he opened the cupboard drawers and started retrieving the plates and cutlery. "And after that," Dury continued, "we'll make a battle plan."

Chapter Two
     
    Dury's battle plan ended up peculiarly normal. Luc expected something more magical, perhaps a little more hocus-pocus involved. He'd have liked Dury to show him real spells and real supernatural creatures. After all, if Dury existed, Luc considered it obvious that other similar beings hid among humans as well. But when faced with these arguments, Dury grimaced and repeated, "I'm a plot bunny, not a muse."
    Apparently, that meant that things needed to be done the hard, not-fun way. "No magical transportation into the past or future then?" Luc said.
    Dury regarded him with a disgusted look and proceeded to explain the difference between muses, plot bunnies, and the Ghost of Christmas Past. By the end, Luc felt appropriately chastised and ready to begin his quest for an idea.
    The first item on the agenda read simply Understand . Luc had no idea what he was supposed to understand, but he began to believe that Dury never did things the easy, superficial way.
    So when Dury told him to take a shower and get dressed, Luc obeyed without a word. He took his time washing, relieving himself of the unreleased sexual tension. His hand felt good on his dick, and better yet when he imagined it to be Dury's, or maybe Simon's. The confusion kind of detracted from the pleasure, but then Luc allowed himself to fantasize about having both Dury and Simon and he came like a ton of bricks. He was pretty sure he shouted something, a name, maybe, but he didn't know which one and he didn't want to find out.
    Dury didn't comment on it, and Luc suspected the plot bunny had done a little releasing of his own. In spite of what had happened between them, the atmosphere didn't feel awkward and when Dury smiled at him, Luc actually felt the entire thing might work out. Maybe he'd get his writing back after all.
    They left the apartment chatting about nothing in particular, although Luc did wonder if Dury even knew where he was going. When they exited the building, Dury looked around, then shrugged and took a left.
    "Where exactly are we going?" Luc finally asked.
    "Nowhere," Dury said, beaming. When Luc gaped at him, he elaborated, "We're exploring the possibilities. The world offers unlimited options, but if we always tread the same paths, we'll never discover them all."
    That sounded like a class of feng shui or something