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Denahi Sandoval

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PostSubject: The one that got away    Tue Oct 27, 2015 12:59 am

happy birthday!! I hope you enjoy this even though im not really sure where I was headed with it.  Also I hope that your birthday is amazing because you really deserve it.  You work hard at everything you do and im always impressed. Im also hella proud of you and im so happy that I got to meet you.  Talking to you has gotten me through some of the roughest times in my life and I love you very much.  My days wouldnt be the same without you and im so blessed to call you my bestfriend.


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Summer after high school when we first met

We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th Birthday
We got matching tattoos

Britt loved Sawyer now.  Loved him more than anything in the world.  But some nights he still found himself dreaming about blonde hair and bright blue eyes, a jaw that was so strong and sharp that it could bring anyone to their knees.
When they had met, Britt had never entertained a real relationship before.  Bellamy had been his first.  Maybe not in terms of sex but in true intimacy, it all began with his soldier and all the love that had been poured into him through out the time they had spent together.  
He used to adore calling himself Bellamy's passenger side ride, the mans sweetest sweetheart.  
Britt still smiled when he thought about it, how they loved and the way they had loved together.  Bellamy had adored taking him on long drives in the evenings, when the sun was just beginning to set and warming with soft shades of pink in a desperate attempt to match the fire of Britt's hair.  Together they had sang along to the radio as though they were having a concert of their own, but occasionally the redhead  always noticed that his lover became quiet, even turning the music down so that all he could hear was Britt's singing.
Before Bellamy went back to his next tour of duty, Britt made sure that they adorned matching tattoos, so everyone around the world would see and know that his soldier was taken.

Used to steal your parents' liquor
And climb to the roof
Talk about our future
Like we had a clue
Never planned that one day
I'd be losing you

"No way! Thats so weird.  But in a crazy cute and romantic way!"  Britt was giggling softly as he set perched atop the roof of the Luno pack home.  He was sitting in Bellamy's lap, leaning comfortably back against his firm soldier and sipping on a bottle of Dallas's beer.  His lover had been fidgety about stealing it, but he had done so without questioning after Britt's giving him the puppy eyes.  Afterwards he would feel so guilty that he would go out and restock for Dallas, but until then the soldier was spending his time leisurely holding Britt against him and listening to the boy laugh.  They had been talking, the conversation going deeper and deeper as their drinks wore down.
Eventually Britt had asked about some of the things Bellamy loved about him.
Where to begin?
"I love your fire hair for starters,"  The blue eyed soldier had crooned. "Its like the sunset struggles every evening to make such a gorgeous shade and still it never quite manages.  And when you laugh...It's better than the sweetest music.  Instead of listening to a playlist to put me to sleep, I listen to that video I took of you in the car one time, when you were singing that one song that I love so much, the one you showed me.  Man Britt....I love you like all the fairy tales told me that I should love a person. It's story book.  Its perfect.  We could be some Disney movie.  I love that when im looking at you, I can clearly see what the rest of my life will look like. My days will be long and full of your soft pink lips and teasing smiles.  At night I will properly appreciate  your hips and curves, how you wiggle when something feels particularly good.  And then even when I sleep, I will be comfortable knowing that i've got you in my arms and nothing, not a dang thing could ever pry you away from me."

In another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world

Sawyer was nothing like Bellamy had been.  The man loved him just as much, but he showed it in different ways.  Bellamy hardly ever cursed in a display of respect, but unlike his soldier Sawyer did it to show the intensity of his emotions. After making love, Bellamy had liked to keep Britt laying atop his chest so that he could always see the boys face, but with Sawyer he always wanted to spoon.  He liked to feel Britt curled against him, so that he could always pull the boy closer and keep him safe from the biting cold. 

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away

Bellamy had loved taking Britt on long car drives so that he could watch the wind whipping through the boys hair.  Sawyer preferred to have his lover on the roof tops, especially on clear nights when the moon was full and sending its glow down to earth.  Britt always seemed ethereal, his skin shining like that of a god in the Greek myths.  
Sawyer was so good, Britt knew that it was wrong to miss his soldier but sometimes he simply couldnt help himself.  Bellamy would always hold a special place in his heart.  On occasion Britt found himself yearning for the mans soft blue eyes and his gentle smiles, how every time Bellamy touched him the soldier did so like he was some fine porcelain. 
How could anyone not miss that?

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you
I put those records on (Whoa)

"What in the fuck are you listening to?"  Sawyer was standing in the doorway to Britt's bathroom, watching the boy sway around to some obnoxious old Johnny cash song while brushing his teeth.  It sounded familiar, but the werewolf couldn't put his finger on it.
Britt looked as though he'd been caught doing something criminal, his soft blue eyes seemed to sharpen.  He was reeling, Sawyer could tell.  He obviously hadnt expected to be caught, and now for some reason it was a big deal?
It was just a song, wasn't it?
"Because you're mine, I walk the line."
No.  There had to be something else.  Sawyer was daft at time and never the most sensitive but he could always tell when he his mate was under stress.  If it had been nothing Britt would have had some smart comment to toss back at him.  But now the boy was quiet, only shrugging his shoulders.
"I dunno really.  Just some old song.  Catchy." 
He had been missing Bellamy, remembering a time when he had been trying to brush his teeth only to have the soldier standing behind him and singing this same song, his smile broad and wide as he reached for Britt's hips.
The redhead had hardly even realized what he was doing until he'd been caught.

Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the Blues
It's time to face the music
I'm no longer your muse

After that incident he'd been more careful about his actions in front of Sawyer, not wanting to let his lover know that occasionally another man was on his mind.  But he had to get it out some how, or else he felt like missing his soldier would drive him to insanity. So Britt spoke to Ajax about it, always speaking in hushed tones just in case Sawyer was listening in.  It turns out that while he was beginning to miss Bellamy, his soldier was finally getting over him.  Ajax had informed him that the man had taken up a new lover, some shady Russian character that he coddled like an infant when able.  According to Ajax, no matter what this new person did, Vitaly his name was, no matter what Vitaly did, Bellamy always accepted it like some love struck puppy. Even when the boy rejected his love, Ajax said that Bellamy hardly even flinched.  
There was a get together later on today.  It would be Britt's first time actually settling eyes on Bellamy ever since the man had been injured and turned.  From what he had heard the soldier hadnt taken that well, he'd become depressed.
Until recently.
Until Vitaly.
The redhead had wanted to see him so badly, but it had been impossible.  Sawyer would have wanted to know why, and Britt refused to add more problems onto Bellamy's plate.  it seemed as though his lover took jealousy to new extremes sometimes, and he was simply not risking it.
But now...Britt hated that he had cared at all. What in the hell was he doing?  Finding feelings for this man when he was finally getting his shit back together.
It was stupid.
But Britt couldnt help himself. He had never stopped loving Bellamy.  He'd just decided that he couldnt take that kind of commitment. It was never about if he loved the man or not, because fuck, did he love his soldier.
This was going to be a bad idea, Britt already knew. 


But in another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world

He had known it would be bad.
But fuck, he had never counted on anything feeling as shitty as this.
Britt was sitting on the couch beside Sawyer, but even as his lover was entertaining his parents eith stories about them, He found himself completely engrossed in a scene that was taking place across the room.  
Bellamy was sitting at the bottom of the stair case, his strong hands reaching to grasp the waist of some sharp looking young man.  It was immediately obvious that the boy was of some other ethnicity, and Bellamy was eating it up.  The soldier wore a smile that was so radiant and warmth that it could rival the sun.  His hands were gentle too, in a way that they had once been only for Britt.  Even from across the room the redhead could see how his former lovers grip never dared to even pressure his new 'fling.'
Or Britt hoped thats all it was, but  he was only fooling himself.   To look at Bellamy and see the and face was to know that he was in love, completely and truly. 
Dammit, he used wear that same expression when he gazed at Britt.

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The o-o-o-o-o-one [x3]
The one that got away

Then, right there in that moment, Britt realized that maybe he made a mistake when he sent that letter.  Of course he loved Sawyer, loved the boy with his entire heart but it had been Bellamy who taught him to love in the first place.  Before his soldier had come along, Britt had never known emotions could be so intense.  And now, watching Bellamy love someone else, someone who was not him and so different in every way.  His skin was dark and his hair even darker, and when he touched Bellamy he did it as though he wasn't sure. Like he was hesitating.
How could anyone hesitate to love that man?  Especially when Bellamy wore such a soft expression on his face, blue eyes bubbling so brightly with adoration.
"Brittany? What in the fuck ith tho interething over there?"  It was Sawyer's voice that finally snapped Britt out of his daze, but the red head had hardly heard him.  It had been just then that he watched Bellamy's shirt rise slightly, just enough for Britt to see that the tattoo he'd given the man was completely gone.
All the tattoo's he had given the soldier were gone.
Even the one they had gotten together.
The realization was sickening, striking Britt in a way that had Sawyer genuinely concerned, in a way he only ever was for his mate.  "Are you okay? You have thith look on your fathe."  The lisping boy reached out to stroke his fingertips across Britt's forehead and cheek, eyebrows furrowing when he realized that it was nothing physical.
What was troubling his mate?
It was only then that Sawyer finally caught sight of Bellamy on the other side of the room.  The soldier was pulling Vitally into his chest even though the other man didn't seem so thrilled about it.  
"Britt, ith there thomething you want to tell me?"

All this money can't buy me a time machine (Nooooo)
Can't replace you with a million rings (Nooooo)
I should've told you what you meant to me (Whoa)
'Cause now I pay the price

Bellamy, for the first time since receiving his letter, had not been plagued with despair going into this get together.  In fact, it was the first time since meeting Britt and losing him that the soldier had not even given the boy a second thought.  Normally he was always dreading these things, seeing his sweetheart with Sawyer.  That was an extra slap to his face.  Sawyer treated Britt like shit as far as Bellamy could see.  It wasn't abuse but the boy deserved so much better.
He'd had so much better.
But Britt hadnt wanted  it.
Britt hadnt wanted him.
Because of this, he shouldn't have felt anything when he glanced over to realize that Britt had been staring at him.  The boy had been watching him so closely that Sawyer had noticed and now it seemed as though the two were arguing over it.
Bellamy hated himself for it, but he still felt the need to get up and go defend Britt.  He couldnt stand to see anyone so much as raise their voice to the boy, and Sawyer was making it worse by swearing at him.
The soldier wanted him to know that it was unacceptable.  Britt was a precious porcelain doll that deserved love and adoration, respect.  If Sawyer didnt realize that then someone else would be able to step in and steal the boy away.
But then, just as Bellamy as beginning to move, he remembered that Britt had chosen this.  Maybe the boy liked it, for whatever reason.  Whatever it was, it had been enough to have hi writing out that letter.  Someone like Bellamy, who loved him so purely and deeply was simply not worth his time of day.

In another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world

Bellamy didn't get involved that day.  Instead he allowed Britt and Sawyer to have their argument, not even bothering to listen in.  
It wasnt any of his business anymore.
And besides, he had Vitaly with him now.  After taking the bite and suffering the loss of his lover as well as Britt, the soldier had been looking for a sign to keep living.  Everything in his life seemed to cause him pain, make him wonder why he had survived in the first place.
But then Vitaly came along, and it had been the sign he was searching for.
 When Vitaly came, the boy brought with him reasons to live again.  He gave Bellamy the want to get up in the morning, and he was responsible boy the constant smile that seemed to be blooming over the soldier face.
The boy was his life now.  
And Bellamy was working every day to show him that.
He had always wanted to be someone's hero. Ever since he was a scrawny boy getting picked on every day.  His mother had been a hunter, someone who saved lives.
Bellamy wanted that too.
So he had joined the army.
And he had stepped in to protect Vitaly that day in the bar.
It never stopped.  It gave Bellamy a sense of pride, made him feel as though his life were truly worth something after Britt demolished him.
He was still trying to be a hero.  He was doing it by holding Vitaly whenever the boy had a nightmare.  He was doing it whenever he kissed scars and whispered sweet comforts.  He was building Vitaly up from whatever had broken  the boy.
He as making Vitaly smile.
That made him hero enough. 

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away

Sawyer had been pissed at him.
But instead of ignoring him and bitching him out, the young werewolf had taken him back home and spent the entire evening and several hours into the night ravishing him.  By the time Sawyer was done, his entire body was aching and sore, some spots swelling and discolored with love bites.
The entire time, he had been determined to make Britt forge about Bellamy.
He had succeeded.
But only for that time being.
Now though, the young werewolf was snoring softly with one of his legs thrown over both of Britt's, spooning the boy snuggling even as he slept.
Britt's mind was elsewhere though, already back with Bellamy and the sweet blue eyes he'd come to love so deeply.
If he could go back, he would never send that letter.
He would stay.
And then he would never had to suffer through these nights, laying beside Sawyer with guilt rolling in his stomach while he wondered what his soldier was doing.
He'd never have to say that Bellamy was the one that got away.
The one he let go.
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