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At long last, the final installment for Stephen and Bry :)

Constant

Destruction is the one constant Stephen has known. There is little Stephen has touched that he has not destroyed.

Eventually, Stephen thinks, as he thrusts into Bry's body. Eventually. He runs his hands down narrow hips, fingers tracing over the sharp angles of Bry's passion. Eventually this, too, will be dust.

Except then Bry smiles, locks his ankles behind Stephen's back and squeezes. He rests his hands against Stephen's chest, palms lightly cupped as if holding something far more fragile. In this tangled embrace of limbs, Bry offers Stephen something else, something new-—something that, perhaps, will endure.