And Len loved the seemingly untamed savagery of him, tempered by a gentle and kind heart that endured no matter the horrors that he'd experienced. James was the strongest person that Len had ever known - something to aspire to, rather than to reject in favour of the younger model. And through that strength, that indomitable spirit of goodness had never truly been broken.

Len couldn't trust someone who didn't truly earn that trust, and he trusted James.

He groaned again, drinking down that fierce kiss and writhing under James' weight as if trying to buck him off. But he didn't kick or punch, didn't truly fight him, only allowed himself to feel the incredible power of the man who Len finally truly knew would never abuse that power.