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1 " ... it’s you. You with that bloody obsession, that love of other that runs like a seam of gold through you. That life unlike any other. That wild, endless curiosity. Obsession. Even that maddening fucking code of honor. All of it. You, Benedict. You– "
― Jae T. Jaggart , Objects Of His Obsession
2 " You really have spent too long amongst dead things and sand. People misbehave, Ben. People do … wicked things, in the name of pursuing sensual pleasures. And in the pursuit of love. Life is short. Very short. And as long as all understand the rules of the game, then there is no harm in it. "
3 " Benedict somehow found the words he needed. “I give up, Evander. All the battles, the fights. The walls. Broken, defeated, breached. You've won. "
4 " It doesn't always have to be my cock up your arse, Ben,” Evander rasped. “But if you don’t hurry, I swear to Christ and the angels I will throw you on your back and fuck you through the mattress myself. "
5 " My beautiful intellectual. My mad Egyptologist. "
6 " Christ.” Evander fell back against the pillows, giving in with a smirk. “What the fuck have I unleashed?”“The man that you wanted me to be.”Blue eyes burnt on his face as he glanced up at his lover. “The man I always knew you were,” he was corrected. "
