Not for the first time, Sabin had Vargas pinned against the ground. “Haven’t seen that one before,” Vargas wheezed.
“He’s teaching us different styles now,” said Sabin. “Says we’ve got different body types, or something –”
“Don’t talk about my father,” said Vargas breathlessly, “when we’re doing this,” and he grasped Sabin’s shirt to pull him down, and met Sabin’s warm mouth with his own, letting his tongue clumsily compensate for the fight he had lost. He felt Sabin relax into him, his grip turning tender.
“I still think you should talk to him,” Sabin said afterwards.
Vargas shook his head.
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n° 1 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-08-08This is fantastic – I love the glimpse of a moment before everything falls apart, where you can see the growing distance in “He’s teaching us different styles now,” and the tenderness that’s almost enough to bridge the gap for now but won’t be forever. There’s a great sense of looming tragedy.
n° 2 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-10-15This is SO GOOD, oh my lord. You say so much about the relationship, all the relationships, in so little space - Vargas's hostility to Duncan and Sabin's greater closeness, Sabin having the upper hand in the sparring-as-foreplay, the intimacy of their established relationship but the cracks showing all the same - this is just how I see them and I love every word of it. Thank you so much! I'm sorry it took me so long to comment - I read this when it posted or at least shortly after, but things have been busy.
n° 3 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2024-12-14Holy beans, this is AMAZING! I've been loving Sabin/Vargas more and more as of late and this like perfectly encapsulates their relationship! *0*