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Mike gave Tenna warning after warning that he shouldn't make Spamton sign his contract. But Tenna never listened, not when he was so very desperate...
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An AU where Spamton gives Tenna the Thorn Ring, many years before ever getting a chance to meet Noelle...
Danger! Any damage to the bulb or screen may cause the machine to implode. Please avoid scratching or smashing the surface!
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Before him are dozens of small – or not quite – monitors, their screens still dark, but as he approaches closer with excitement, one lights up. Green pixels appear against the blinding white background, slowly forming his beloved’s image, or rather, only part of it. Then another screen lights up, followed by others in a chaotic pattern, until all are working. Dozens of TV’s broadcasting the cherished image of his beloved, just for him.
“Spamton,” Tenna whispers with a smile, his tail swaying slightly as he watches his partner seemingly waking up from a sleep.
Spamton’s figure glows green, the outline rippling slightly as he turns to Tenna, faint smile, eyes closed. His body floats slightly, tie’s trying to escape from beneath his buttoned jacket, the fabric of which rise and fall with every movement.
"Tens," he greets calmly, resting his cheek on his palm, "how was your day, star?" -
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"Gee Anthony," Spamton rolled his eyes slightly, but his satisfied smile betrayed how pleased he was to hear it. "What can I say? You're one lucky guy."
"Oh, absolutely," Anthony chuckled cheerfully. "I love you." Then the tall man craned his neck slightly and placed a fleeting kiss on the other man's antler, causing Spamton to jump a little, clearly embarrassed. He would probably have blushed if he could, the thought of which made Tenna chuckle again.
His mailman only snorted and blew into his partner’s ear, causing the man to flinch slightly.
"I love you too," Spamton replied, smoothing the sweater across the broad chest where his palms rested.
They leaned closer and lightly nuzzled again, this time more slowly and thoughtfully, tender smiles on their lips. Spamton had never felt such warmth in his life and, perhaps for the first time, he could truly enjoy Christmas. -
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In the spacious, yet so empty and sad apartment, silence hung in contrast to the street noise.
"I met somebody,” a quiet male voice, even, almost devoid of any emotion behind what was said, breaks the silence.
"Who?" another, female voice responds. The speaker is clearly not really interested.
"Spamton. You remember him?"
Oh, how could one not remember him?A little study about two sad, broken men, drawn together again by cruel fate.
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- Part 4 of rdnch’s defernull shenanigans (eng)