Dwight Houston and Ethan Brightman are in love. Nothing could ever come between them, not until the car accident. Ethan loses all memory of being with Dwight but can love truly conquer all? Can Dwight find a way to trigger Ethan’s memories?
Meanwhile, Ethan is struggling with strange feelings he never thought he’d have. He’s drawn to Dwight and knows thaat there is something important there, something he’d forgetting, something just out of reach. If he could just figure out what it was.
Characters from CP Coulter’s ‘Dalton’
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Dwight had to be quiet. He knew he had absolutely no chance, but he wanted to try, he had to. Seemed like every time this happened, he tried, no matter how much he knew that he was completely and utterly screwed. Still, it was fun to put up a fight. Fun in a kind of terrifying way.
He’d ran so fast. He didn’t even realise he could run that fast until he did. He supposed that being with Ethan did that, made him a faster runner. That was the thing about Ethan; it was all about running, usually away from the trouble he’d caused.
At that current moment, Dwight had his back pressed firmly to the wall, hiding from his foe. He knew that the only way he could stand some kind of chance was to use his stealth as an advantage, hiding himself as he moved from room to room, trying to find the one that was after him.
It was quiet. Eerily quiet. Usually there was always some kind of commotion in the halls of Windsor, but at that moment, nothing. Dwight supposed the rest of the student body knew what was going on, and didn’t want to be around, afraid to get in the way of crossfire. Dwight understood. He’d been in there shoes once.
It used to terrify him, really, but now he was used to it. He knew what he was doing, even if he knew he’d get beaten down every time. It was like his enemy was a trained assassin or something, knowing exactly when to strike, where to hit to knock him down.
Not that he minded. Not really. It was fun. He loved it. He knew he’d always lose, but he always tossed that thought to the back of his mind, content with just playing the game.
Dwight froze in his spot when he heard foot steps. So that’s where he was. Dwight waited a moment more before he jumped out from behind the door, firing a bullet. A yelp came from his prey, causing the hunter to blink a few times in shock. Then he realised that it wasn’t the enemy at all. It was Reed.
"Oh, dude, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone else was around." Dwight moved to Reed’s side where he’d frozen in place, dusting off his shoulders and looking him over to make sure he hadn’t been hurt, "You okay?"
"I’m fine!" Reed squeaked, holding up his hands in surrender, "I didn’t get the memo. How long have you been doing this?"
Dwight tilted his head to the side, trying to think. How long had they been doing this? It felt like it had started as soon as he got out of his lesson. He walked into Windsor hall and it was already completely silent. There was no one there, completely bare. That was when Dwight had seen it, sitting precariously on the common room table. A nerf gun, with a small note attached. The note said simply, ‘Dwight, the games already begun. Good luck. - Ethan xx’
So there he was, hiding from the Tweedle. He looked back at Reed, shrugging, “As soon as I got back from class.”
Reed’s eyes widened. That meant it had been hours. Dwight wasn’t complaining though. It was fun, really. It had been a long, long time since he and Ethan had had a nerf fight. He loved the carefree side to Ethan when he had a nerf gun in his hands. There was that time when it absolutely terrified him, but now he loved it. It made Ethan so happy, how could he not?
He looked at Reed again, seeing he was still a little shocked and bit his lip nervously, “I didn’t hurt you right?” He was really hoping Reed would be the very last person to ever get caught in the crossfire. Who knew how quickly Reed could fall on his face, especially under the circumstances.
"I’m fine!" Reed chuckled softly, running a hand through his strawberry blonde hair, making sure he hadn’t bump his head. He just couldn’t be sure and it was better safe than sorry. Smiling softly up at Dwight, he rested his hands on his hips, "Next time aim higher. Ethan’s much taller than I am."
Dwight laughed, “Will do.”
Dwight looked Reed up and down with a raised eyebrow. His uniform was more immaculate than usual. Reed, the greatest artist Dwight had ever known, usually had a stain of some kind on the sleeves of his blazer. It could be from paint, charcoal, clay, anything. He never let his other clothes get dirty, but Reed was okay with messing up the blazers to some degree, saying that they really needed something more fashionable anyway, and more practical for summer. This time though, the stains weren’t there, and his sleeves were rolled up out of the way of his hands.
Dwight smirked, “You going somewhere special, Reed?”
Reed blushed, looking around as if searching for an answer, “I…w-what? No! What gave you that idea?” He chuckled nervously.
Dwight grinned, leaning closer and murmuring softly, so that if anyone did happen to walk by, they wouldn’t hear him, “Where’s Shane taking you out, then?”
Reed shuffled awkwardly on his feet, look down at the floor, “H-He…that Italian place that everyone’s been talking about.”
Dwight whistled, impressed, “Classy. Pricey. He must really love you.”
Reed hit Dwight’s arm, pointing at him threateningly, “You don’t tell anyone.”
"Who am I going to tell?" Dwight rubbed his arm, frowning, "But wait, shouldn’t you be dressing up? Why are you looking extra presentable in your uniform?"
"B-Because…" Reed shook his head, looking down at his feet.
"Reed. Speak, or I fire at you again."
"Okay!" Reed quickly threw up his hands once more, "Shane said he had something he wanted me to wear, so he’s bringing it to my room for me to change into."
Dwight chuckled, nudging Reed’s shoulder, “That’s really sweet. Have fun, okay? Don’t tell Shane I shot you. I’ll never hear the end of it.”
Reed laughed, “Of course not.”
Dwight was just about to say something else when he heard a second set of foot steps. He froze. There was no chance someone else was walking around too. Dwight didn’t want to turn around. He knew it was coming from behind him, but he kind of wanted to remain oblivious. This was an absolutely terrible way to get caught. Usually it was much better. Usually he was hiding and had made a preemptive strike. At least then, he went down with some form of dignity.
Eventually he had to turn around though. He couldn’t not. It was time for him to face up to his demise. Slowly he turned on his feet. There he stood, Ethan Brightman in all his glory. He was a fair way down the hall, nerf gun in hand, and the smirk was impossible to miss. To say Dwight was scared was an understatement. He didn’t want to take his eyes away from the boy down the hall, but he had to get Reed out. Turning to face Reed, he saw that the boy had frozen in place once more.
"Reed. Run." Reed just stared for a moment, Dwight’s words not really sinking in until the hunters hand pressed down on his shoulder, "Get out of here, Reed!"
Reed shook his head, looking up at him and quickly nodding, running and Dwight bit his lip, calling out, “Don’t run too fast!”
Ethan tilted his head to the side, slowly walking down the hall towards him. Dwight quickly held up his gun, aiming at Ethan. He wasn’t going to last long, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t put up a fight. Ethan seemed to like it when he put up a fight, anyway.
"Hold up." He warned, trying his best to keep the nerves out of his voice. He didn’t want to admit that even after all the time they’d had together, Ethan Brightman with a nerf gun in his hands was still one of the scariest things he could think off. He had aimed to sound almost threatening. Maybe it would’ve been enough to actually make Ethan stop. No such luck. Ethan simply raised his eyebrows, a small chuckled escaping his lips.
Dwight just watched Ethan as he got closer and closer, taking a shaky breath. He was doomed. So, so doomed. There was no way he was going to last long. Not with Ethan. Not when Ethan had that glint in his eyes and his finger firmly on the trigger. He didn’t know what Ethan was about to do next, but he was intrigued, really. Ethan was always so much fun when he got like this. There was a time when Dwight thought that, no. This would never ever be fun, it would only ever be insane. He didn’t know how Ethan had changed him so much in such a short amount of time. Made him so, so much better.
"The whole tough guy thing? That’s hot." Ethan teased. grinning. He spun the gun on his finger for a moment before holding it up and aiming it at Dwight, "You know I’m going to have to kill you now, right?"
"But baby, I thought what we had was special." Dwight pouted, holding his hands up in surrender. It was pointless to try to fight Ethan. He’d only beat him anyway. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun trying to stop him from shooting. The giggle that spilled from Ethan’s lips caused Dwight to grin with him, "You don’t have to do this."
"Oh Dwight, I think I do." Ethan sighed a little sadly, his finger on the trigger faltering just a little as he watched Dwight, "Would you please not pout like that when I’m trying to kill you?"
Dwight chuckled softly, deciding that he was definitely going to pout more, looking at Ethan with sad eyes. It was always fun to tease Ethan like that. Ethan would say he hated it. He would every time, but they both knew he didn’t. He loved it. It was fun and Ethan just loved the fact that he could get Dwight to do something goofy like that.
"Okay, fine. That’s it." Ethan rolled his eyes at Dwight’s stupidity, squeezing the trigger and firing three bullets straight at Dwight. The first hit his chest, the second his arm, and the last hitting his shoulder. Dwight just stood there, shocked for a moment.
This was that moment. That moment that happened every single time Ethan and he had a nerf fight. Every time without fail. It was without a doubt, Dwight’s favourite part of having nerf fights with Ethan, even if it was a little painful at first.
Ethan knew Dwight was waiting for it. The smirk that grew on Ethan’s face told Dwight as much. He watched as Ethan started moving towards him again, and there was absolutely no way Dwight could stifle his grin anymore. He had been looking forward to this more than anything else, because Ethan was just so affectionate when he got like this. It was like he was grateful for Dwight, thankful that he went to the trouble of putting up with his insanity, and how could Dwight not? The smile on Ethan’s face was more than enough of a reward for him to go through the fear of Ethan shooting him in the eye, because Dwight truly believed Ethan could be that good a shot.
Ethan’s pace got faster and faster until he was running at Dwight and all Dwight could do was hold out his arms, preparing himself. It didn’t take long from there. One minute, Ethan was some distance away, the next, Dwight was hit with a heavy weight, grunting as Ethan pushed him to the ground with a loud thud. Dwight’s eyes closed, groaning in pain as his back his the hard floor, chuckling softly as he tried to get used to the pain.
Ethan snickered, shifting up to straddle Dwight’s hips. He leant down to Dwight, their noses just touching and brushed a hand through his hair, “Aw, I’m sorry baby, did I hurt you?” He teased, a grin clear on his face.
"You know you did. You always do." Dwight laughed, "Oh God, I think you broke one of my ribs or something."
Ethan leant forward, nipping gently on Dwight’s lip, “You exaggerate too much.”
Dwight ran his hands along Ethan’s back, “Yeah, well you talk too much.”
Ethan smirked, “Is that your way of hinting that you’d like me to put my mouth to better use?”
"Yes. Yes it is."
Ethan leant forward, their lips brushing together as he whispered, “What are the magic words, Dwight?”
Dwight frowned, thinking for a moment before smiling softly, looking up into Ethan’s eyes, pouting slightly, “Please, Ethan?”
Ethan smirked, pulling away and tilting his head to the side, “Tsk, no Dwight. Those are not the magic words.”
Dwight whined sadly, his fingers digging into Ethan’s back, urging him back down to his level, “What are the magic words then? Whatever they are, I’ll say them…”
Ethan smirked, leaning closer once more, “Mmm such a good boy. You’ve got to admit that I won, silly.”
Dwight groaned softly, his fingers digging into Ethan’s back as he grabbed Ethan’s lip between his teeth, tugging him close, “You won. You know you won. You always win. I don’t know why you insist on hearing those words.”
Ethan hummed happily, “I just love hearing it.”
Dwight snickered, pressing their lips together. He quickly wrapped an arm around Ethan’s neck, keeping him in place and groaning softly as Ethan’s fingers trailed along his sides. He nipped gently on Ethan’s lip, sighing happily as Ethan let his hands run along Dwight’s chest, slowly moving his hand up to cup his cheek.
Ethan growled softly into Dwight’s lips, biting roughly on his lip, earning a groan from the hunter beneath him. Dwight knew in those moments that everything would be okay. They’d been through so, so much in such a short amount of time. Dwight was so sure he was going to lose him, but he didn’t. They came out of it stronger than ever, and Dwight knew he’d do anything to keep something like that from ever happening to Ethan again. They’d be okay, as long as they had each other.
Dwight let his tongue slide along Ethan’s lips, grinding his hips up into Ethan’s just enough to tease, causing the Tweedle to gasp, pulling away from the kiss.
"It’s not nice to tease." He murmured softly, nipping Dwight’s neck sharply.
Dwight whined, “God, I love you so much.”
Ethan grinned, “I love you too.” Sucking on Dwight’s pulse point, Ethan had the boy beneath him whining, struggling and moaning his pleas, “Now let’s go somewhere more private.”