Making up (Quinn, Flynn)

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Quinn had heard about the terror that had happened in his home the previous night. He also knew that he could return there, even if it didn't necessarily feel like his home knowing that he and Flynn were still fighting. Quinn was so lost in his tumultuous mind that he didn't notice the sounds coming from the room, and when he opened the door to find a topless Flynn behind it, he froze. And Flynn froze, staring back at him, towel around his waist threatening to slip away. Flynn squeaked and he lashed out at the door, slamming it in Quinn's face.

Quinn blinked and he opened and closed his mouth a few times in shock before letting his shoulders droop. He hadn't even known Flynn was home, but apparently he was and he didn't want to see Quinn at all. Quinn sighed and he backed slowly away down the hall and towards the stairs.

Flynn opened the door again, wearing clothes it was obvious he had thrown on in a hurry as they didn't match. He was wearing a pair of red trousers and one of Quinn's t-shirts (a gift from Eamon) which quite clearly announced I'M WITH STUPID in bright yellow lettering. "Wait..." Flynn stepped towards Quinn who was just about to turn away. "You're leaving?" He just hadn't been ready for Quinn to see him all naked yet. He didn't need to feel more vulnerable than he already felt. He hadn't meant for Quinn to leave.

"Thought...you wanted me to." Quinn took a deep breath, and he let his hand flail out to the side, gripping the stair railing tightly for support. His Flynn didn't want him to be near him topless. That hurt. "I didn't know you were home."

"You said you needed to talk." Flynn shifted his weight akwardly from bare foot to bare foot. He had just gotten home, and taken a shower immediately to get the holding cell feel off of him. "So I came." He didn't mention the 'being detained at the border' business. Not yet.

Quinn nodded, feeling like he was drowning here in the hallway of his own house. "Thank you, Mal."

"Whatever." Flynn shrugged. "I had a few days off from reality. I'm back now. What did you need to tell me?"

Quinn took a hesitant step forward and then he pointed to their bedroom. "Is...can we talk in there?"

Flynn nodded, and he turned around, leading them both into the bedroom. He took a seat at his desk, very much showing he was going nowhere near the bed. Quinn pulled up a chair as well, and he sat backwards on it, crossing his arms over the top of the back rung. "Mal...I uhm...that angel Aurelia came to see me the other day. To taunt me. I didn't sleep with someone else. They sent a succubus after me and when I managed to refuse her, Aurelia used visions to make me think I slept with her anyway. That's...it was Aurelia. And Amaris was behind it. I didn't sleep with her. Or anyone. I'm...I'm so sorry, Mal, I didn't know."

Flynn stayed quiet, trying to give the new information time to settle. His boyfriend had been attacked mentally. He had been made to think he had done horrible things. And this was after managing to refuse a succubus, which was a pretty amazing feat in and of itself. And somehow Flynn still felt betrayed. It was a relief to know that Quinn hadn't cheated. But it was bittersweet to know that if Quinn had, he would have kept it a secret for two weeks. When Quinn had first felt something for the sucubus, he hadn't told Flynn. Instead he had acted strange around him and then walked out on a date. He hadn't told Flynn about her existence even when Quinn started experiencing weird blackouts after being in her presence. It was like seeing the real Quinn for the first time, without the blinders of love, and Flynn didn't like the feeling. When Flynn had slept with Deirdre to prove to her that sex was not always a bad thing, Quinn had been the first person he had told. Feeling he had deliberated long enough, Flynn turned his gaze on Quinn. "I'm sorry she messed with you like that." Which was the easy part.

"Us. Mal. She was messing with us. She did it on purpose. To prove how weak we are." Quinn was beginning to feel like this was going to go nowhere. Flynn's expression didn't look good.

Flynn sighed and he wrapped his arms around himself. Funny...it seemed that was exactly what she had proven. And then some kind of steely determination rose up in Flynn. In the past two weeks he had thought his lover had cheated on him, nearly been forced to do something reprehensible to Tristan and worried he had ended their friendship, been beaten by Frankie and seen him arrested, and then rescued a badly beaten Quinn from Frankie's grasp. It had been an emotional roller coaster from Hell with a backdrop of terror London was experiencing at the moment. And now, now that he knew the truth, he was not going to bend to the will of two disgusting, twisted supernaturals who used their powers to toy with people. Fuck that. He was not letting them take his relationship away from him. It was the single most important thing in his life.

"Well fuck them then." And Flynn rose from his chair, and he moved to kneel in front of Quinn. "You know what they managed to accomplish?" He asked, resting his hands on Quinn's legs so that Quinn's eyes filled at once with the most adorable hope and Flynn's heart absolutely melted. "They managed to highlight something we need to work on is all. Okay? From now on you know if something like this comes up you need to tell me right away. First thing. And then we can work out if it's someone messing with you, or if you really do feel attracted to someone else. Which is going to happen and it's okay. As long as we're open about it." Flynn bent down and he kissed Quinn's leg. It was the first outright affection Flynn had shown him in a week and a half, and Quinn nearly turned to jelly right there in the chair.

"Mal, I will. I promise I will. I'm so sorry. I was...confused and buggered and so tired because we weren't sleeping because of the nightmares. Everything was happening at once and I know I shouldn't have kept it to myself, and I never will again. Ever."

Flynn nodded. He knew when Quinn was being sincere. He could read Quinn's genuine expression like a book. "Then all those bitches managed to do was make us stronger." And he moved his hands to the sides of Quinn's face. "Hmm?" Flynn supposed if they could highlight something that may have been a problem without the problem actually having occurred, so in the future there would be no problem...well that was a pretty okay way to look at it. "I should have known you would never hurt me like that."

Quinn covered Flynn's hands with his own. "Mal, even I believed it and I wouldn't have thought it possible either. The fact that you did is absolutely not your fault. Are you...are we really alright here?" Quinn's heart was racing. He couldn't believe his luck. His Flynn really was the most extraordinary and forgiving man ever. Quinn could never have expected that this would go this well.

Flynn nodded, at once feeling his heart swell with love. "Oh, Quinn. I'm so sorry someone fucked with you." He inched forward so he could wrap his arms around Quinn's waist.

"I'm so sorry I didn't come to you right away." Quinn leaned down and he kissed Flynn's back. "Oh god, Mal, I'm so, so sorry." He was shaking now, as he had spent the last two weeks in absolute turmoil, sure that his relationship was over. Now that Flynn was here, and listening to him, and he wanted to do was cling. "I'll do anything to make this up to you. Anything, Bub. God, I love you."

Flynn straightened up, slowly so that he didn't hit Quinn in the chin which would cause him an injury. "I don't need it made up to me. Just...don't sleep with someone else? Please? I can't...maybe it's not fair of me to say. Because I slept with Deirdre, and you know...what happened in Dublin...and if it's not fair you can say. But I don't think I could handle it."

"Oh, Mal. It's more than fair. I have absolutely no desire to sleep with anyone else." Quinn reached out for Flynn's hands and he held them tightly. "I really don't. That's why I was so shocked at myself. All I want is you. God, all I have ever wanted is you." That had been true since the day he had first really seen Flynn when he was thirteen years old, even if he hadn't realised it and even if it had taken two years to work up the courage to approach him. "I've been so...messed up inside-"

"Heh...me too." Flynn was holding back. All he wanted to do was smother Quinn with kisses. Among participating in other acts, as it had now been quite a while since anything of that sort had taken place between them. But he didn't feel it was right yet, no matter how badly he wanted that. "I'm sorry I didn't come back when you asked, Quinn."

"Mal, you came back a day later. And if I can't give you a day, why should you give me anything?" Quinn smiled then. He could smile again and it was such a relief.

"I got held up at the border." Flynn admitted then. "They decided I was dangerous and put me in a holding cell for hours after asking me ridiculous questions. And I called Tasha, but she was busy so Detective Paul came to bail me out. But if he hadn't come I would have been there for a long time."

"Oh, Mal..."

"I just...I hate that I can still be considered a bad person." Flynn looked up at Quinn, his eyes bright. "Am I a bad person?"

"Mal, no. No, you're an amazing person. Am I a bad person?"

"No." Flynn sniffed and he leaned his head against Quinn's chest. "Not at all. Everyone makes mistakes, Quinn. I've made far more than you ever have. I love you, Bub. No more skanky whores coming between us, okay?"

Quinn chuckled, and Flynn marvelled at the way it sounded with his ear pressed against Quinn's chest. "Oh you have a deal there, Mal."

"Good. I'm starving. I was in jail all morning. Big emotions. And I want coffee." Flynn looked up at Quinn, chin resting then on Quinn's knee. "You?"

"I haven't been eating much." Quinn admitted. "Though I wasn't in jail..."

"Still, you got mindfucked, so I think that deserves a goddamn sausage." Even if they might not be able to buy more at the store, as things were starting to dwindle. Flynn was eating a fucking sausage and so was Quinn.

"Oh god, sausage." And then he looked at Flynn, his eyes shining mischevously.

"Hold your thought there, cowboy." Flynn said, kissing Quinn's knee again before he stood and offered Quinn a hand. "At least 'til after breakfast." And then he looked down at his shirt. "Whoa. I should change." He realised for the first time that his shirt was proclaiming to the world that Quinn was stupid.

"Nah. Leave it. It'll make me humble." And then Quinn laced his fingers into Flynn's, his heart giving a little leap of joy at the feel of it. This was still his to enjoy. "I love you."

Flynn smiled. "I love you too. Come on, Stupid." And he led his love down to the kitchen to fix him some lunch.