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*A Ben Harmon/Tate Langdon Fanfic


You’re a psychopath, Tate. It’s a mental disorder, and therapy can’t cure it.

“So there’s no hope for me.” It was a statement, not a question; the teen had understood what the psychiatrist was saying, he was a lost cause.

Ben just stared at Tate, unblinking; this was a delicate matter, if he upset the young man… He was honestly frightened of what he might do to him. Let alone his family. He already knew the boy had an unhealthy obsession with his daughter. “I didn’t say that. I simply said I don’t think our sessions are going to cut it. Just talking isn’t going to change anything.”

The blond pouted as he picked at the arm of the chair he was sitting in, “What do you suggest, then? I mean.. Fucking helps. But I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t approve of me fucking Violet.”

Ben pursed his lips, his heart clenching at the crude mention of his daughter; the boy had nerve, that was clear, “If you so much as look at Violet, I swear to God, I will make you regret it.”

Tate’s gaze shot up to the man, an amused smirk on his lips, “I guess I’ll have to find someone else to fuck.”

The force in which that last word was spoken sent a pang through the older male, though he didn’t know why, or exactly what it was that he was feeling. Perhaps it was the word.. Fuck –It was erotic. It was clear how uncomfortable this conversation was making him. Sitting up straighter he licked his lips and replied as calmly as he could, “I think you can find someone who would be willing, who might know what they’re getting themselves into. Just stay away from my family.”

The teenager’s smirk grew, “What about you?”

Ben froze, the question catching him off guard, “What about me?”

“Are you off limits?”

There was a moment of silence as Ben tried to contemplate what he meant by that. “I think it would be best if you stopped coming here,” he finally answered. 

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