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Blonde hair. Messy from fingers being constantly run through.
Wide, sky blue eyes. Pupils dilated from the amount of love and pleasure being jolted through his body.
Black ink jumping out against golden skin from the fading daylight.
Breathy moans escaped a kiss swollen mouth, having been worshipped with tongue and teeth.
'Connor,' his mind supplied as those deep pools of sapphire fixed on him and those swollen lips stretched into a loving smile. Connor's lithe, toned body writhed on his lap as his cock slowly slid into his body, making the moment stretch as far as he could. Making his love for this man be known. Bringing his lips into contact with Connor's again for a soft kiss, he felt the blonde's moan reverberate against his mouth. Smiling as the blonde's head snapped back and a high pitched keen left Connor's lips as his cock found that place inside him that made him see white.
"Daryl." Came the groan from deep inside Connor's throat, bringing Daryl back from everything Connor. He took in his surroundings, noticing the lack of, well anything. One wall was lined with a shower with multiple knobs and shower heads, a mattress shoved into the corner, (that they were on). His crossbow resting by the door next to a small coffee table littered with liquor and beer bottles. Where was he?
'Boston,' his mind supplied.
Why? How did he get here? Why was he with this strange, gorgeous, blonde man grinding into his lap?
'Love,' was his answer.
Daryl stared up into cerulean blues again, looking for something. Anything that would jog his memory. All he got was another smile and Connor's voice whispering, "I love you," before his mouth was invaded by a glorious tongue.
Daryl moaned low in his throat as he pushed his hips up to meet the Irishman's. Irish? He felt himself floating as Connor's deep brogue whispered, "Happy two years," into his ear.
Daryl watched from a distance as he saw himself smile at the blonde, gently laying him down on the bed. "Happy two years," he whispered back as he watched his hips begin to drive into the Irishman's again, slowly and with purpose.
Two years? He had been with this man for two years? What if Merle found out? He'd kill Connor and beat him to a pulp.
'Watch.'
Daryl didn't realise his eyes had strayed from the scene in front of him, but he was shocked by what he saw when he drifted back; He saw himself peppering light kisses all over the blonde's body. First on his forehead, then on each eyelid, kissing both his cheeks before finding his lips again. He didn't linger there long as his lips found the virgin Mary tattoo on his neck.
"Scheiße!" Connor's brogue have way to German as Daryl's own teeth worried at the sensitive skin. Daryl found himself entranced as he listened to blonde moan and gasp in German. The weirdest thing was, he could understand everything that Connor was saying.
How is this possible? He didn't know any other language.
'Keep watching.'
He watched with curiosity as Connor switched his languages so easily. From German to French. French to Italian. Even going into Gaelic, but always coming back to German.
"Ich liebe dich. So schön. Sei mein für immer." Daryl felt his jaw drop as he heard himself answering the Irishman. That broad smile appeared on Connor's face again, with a hint of pride, as he brought his arms up to bring Daryl's lips back onto his own, wrapping his arms securely around Daryl's neck and gripping his black locks with trembling fingers.
There was something missing. He could feel it in the back of his mind. What was it? Noticing a glint from across the room, he turned to see what had caught his eye. In a pile of discarded clothes, glinting in the dying sunlight, was a silver ring. A Claddagh ring.
'An engagement ring.'
What? Daryl looked back to where his counterpart was still making love to the blonde, whispering his love and devotion into the golden skin. He wanted to marry this man? He didn't even know he was gay let alone in a relationship with a man. But he saw the way he looked at this man; Like Connor was his whole world. He never thought he could have something like that. Why couldn't he remember?
He cried out in agony, falling to his knees as pain lanced through his head. He clutched his head, trying to will the pain away. His mind was trying to make itself remember, trying to tell him something important that he needed to remember. A warning.
Daryl glanced back over to the bed and watched as the couple- oblivious to his pain- were nearing their completion. But they never got there.
The door to Daryl's- he knew this was his place- apartment burst open and in walked the last person he wanted to be near the Irishman; His big brother, Merle.
Daryl watched with horror as Merle ripped his counterpart away from Connor, making the blonde scream out in pain. Watched as he tried to stop Merle from going after Connor and ended up being thrown across the room for his efforts, head cracking sickeningly against the wall. Saw Connor cry out his name, but he couldn't hear anything over the rushing in his ears. Watched as Connor gave Merle as good as he got, despite the pain he was in. He punched and kicked Merle with everything he had, but it wasn't enough.
Merle pinned Connor to the floor, his hands wrapped tightly around the blonde's throat, choking him as he screamed in his face. Daryl watched himself throw himself at Merle, bashing his head with his fist. Merle quickly let go of Connor and caught Daryl's next punch, wrenching his arm back and wrapping his free hand around Daryl's own throat.
Daryl watched himself stare at Connor, knew he was willing the blonde to move, get up- breathe! But nothing happened. Daryl felt so helpless as he just stood there and watched his counterpart in Merle's grip as he screamed and begged for the Irishman to get up. Watched as Connor lay perfectly still. Watched Merle, as a malevolent smile twisted his features at the pain he had just caused.
All he could do was watch and watch and watch, until the edges of his vision began to fade as he knew his counterpart's was as well from Merle's grip. And all he could do was stare at Connor as he lost consciousness, willing the blonde to just move.