"Thanks," Wash says, and the relief is genuine. "I need you here. You remind me what I should be." Somehow York makes him human, makes him want to be human. It was easier being a bad guy.

He flahses a smile at the endearment, so cliche it hurts and he loves it all the same. Especially when it's followed by the scrape of York's teeth against his neck and the warm promise in his voice. He parts his legs wide, hands skimming against Taylor's sides. Just can't get enough of him.