Finally finished writing this fic! Check it out! :)
Summary: After catching Vincent in a rather compromising position, Teddy’s behaviour becomes incredibly strange…
Excerpt: ‘It never happened,’ Vincent says again in the middle of the night, with the moonlight quivering across his guitar and thoughts of Teddy beating on the bars of the cage he’s put them in. ‘It never happened,’ he tells himself in the morning, when dreams of deft brown hands and sure soft lips have him arching and gasping and half-sobbing.