Characters: Dexter, Rudy, Dexter
Prompt: #10, Approach/Avoidance
Warnings: None besides the fandom.
Summary: Some nights, nothing goes as planned for anybody.
Spoilers: Up to S1E10
Author Notes: A different ending for S1E10.
Word Count: About 210.
Rudy should have chosen a different meat cut, shouldn't had cut it in front of a forensic expert and killer of Dexter's experience or, at least, should have noticed how Dexter was looking at the way he was handling the knife.
By the time he thought about looking at Dexter, he already knew. They pounced against each other, Dexter knocking away the knife only to get himself into a headlock.
Somebody was going to die that night.
They struggled for minutes, none of them gaining the upper hand, when "Sorry to interrupt your dinner, boys, I just wanted to what the fuck! What are you doing?!"
They separated quickly, looking at Deb with sheepish faces.
"You see, he..."
Angrier than Rudy had ever seen her (and angrier than Dexter felt comfortable remembering), Deb planted a chair in front of them and sat on it looking at them. "Explain."
Rudy sat on the kitchen counter, his hands carelessly close to the knives. "Right, Dexter. Explain."
Dexter hesitated. "I... We think we might be gay."
His smile to Rudy was friendly, but his eyes -away from Deb's sight- a predator's. Rudy couldn't but smile.
Deb's hand twitched toward her gun.
Somebody might still die.